I laughed and spotted the room number. I tapped the key card and opened the door. I gestured for her to enter. She stepped inside with a smile on her face. I stepped inside, kept the key card in the holder, and looked at her.
“Wow!” It’s a beautiful room,” she said, spinning around with her arms wide open.
I went to her and took her in my arms. “It’s not half as beautiful as you, Malini aunty,” I said and moved my head closer to kiss her lips.
She turned her head away, chuckling shyly. I planted a soft kiss on her neck. A quiet “Ssssss” escaped her lips as she shut her eyes. I planted kisses on her cheeks and finally on her lips. She kept her hands on my shoulders and kissed me back with her eyes closed. Her breasts pressed on my chest like large, half-inflated balls. I stroked my hands over her body, feeling her feminine curves under her blouse and saree, as well as the silky flesh on her exposed waist and belly. Impressed by the size of her breasts, I grabbed and squeezed them firmly. She broke the kiss and groaned, “Aaaahhhh…it hurts.”
“Sorry, aunty,” I apologized and asked, “Can I see your breasts?”
She smiled and said with a teasing look on her face. “You can see my breasts if you remove my blouse and bra.” Then she asked, “Do you know how to remove a woman’s blouse?”
I laughed and kissed her lips again. She put her hands around me and responded well to my French kiss. I moved my hands down and grabbed her ass cheeks. I squeezed her soft ass cheeks through her saree, petticoat, and undies. I moved my hands up, cupped her breasts with my hands, and squeezed gently. I sucked her lower lip and stopped kissing. I moved her saree from the top of her breasts and removed the hooks of her blouse. I moved the bust part of her blouse to the sides. The top part of her exposed breasts almost glowed because of her fair skin. Her breasts were partially covered with a beige-colored lace bra. She removed her blouse, turned around, and stood with her back towards me. She pulled her long hair from her back to her front, inviting me to unhook her bra. I removed the hooks and she removed the bra. I put my arms around her bare waist and pressed my crotch on her bottom. I caressed the smooth skin of her belly and rubbed her navel with my fingers. I moved my hands up to her breasts, held them with my hands, and felt her nipples in my palms. Her nipples and breasts were swollen with her sexual arousal. I squeezed her breasts gently and pecked kisses on the right side of her neck and cheeks.
“Hmmm…” she moaned and said, “Your thing feels so hard.”
I laughed, realizing I had been instinctively rubbing my cock bulge on her bottom. “Do you want to feel it inside you, aunty?” I asked.
She laughed and asked, “Inside?”
I gently squeezed her breasts and said, “Inside your vagina…your mouth and…your” Before I could complete, she said, “No, not there.”
“Why not?” I whispered in her ears. “It’ll be nice and hard inside. Never say no to a good anal massage,” I said and pecked kisses on her ears.
She chuckled. “Maybe later,” she said and tried to turn. I took my hands off her breasts, and she turned to face me.
Her breasts caught my attention. They were fair, swollen, and firm—lean at the top and very full at the bottom, like large, ripe papayas. Her nipples were brown and erect. Drawn to her motherly breasts, I bent and sucked the big brown nipple of her left breasts like a child.
“Aaaahh…ahhhhhh…sssss…” she moaned.
I squeezed her other breast and sucked her nipple. She didn’t have milk, but that didn’t stop me from sucking her delicious-looking nipple. After a while I sucked the nipple of her right breast and squeezed her left breast.
Sounds of pleasure were escaping her mouth, but there was so much I had to do with her. I stopped sucking and moved back. I began removing my clothes. As I removed my jeans, I saw her lifting her saree and pulling her undies down. She got onto the bed with her petticoat and saree lifted above her naked bottom. I stripped off my undies and went to the bed. She was lying on her back with her knees bent and legs spread apart. I got on top the bed, knelt between her legs, and saw her very precious asset. The fair skin of her inner thighs and her vulva seemed to radiate light. There was no pubic hair around her vulva. The outer lips were swollen, and the inner lips were slightly out, like a petal of a rosebud. It was wet with her juice, like dew on a flower. Mesmerized by its beauty, I bent over between her inner thighs, kissed and licked her pussy lips and her clit. I spread the lips with my fingers and licked inside her vagina. She moaned and sat up. She watched me eating her pussy, and I darted my tongue deep inside her vagina, lapping her delicious juice.
“Ahhh…uummm…ssss…” She moaned and tightened her legs around my neck. She pulled my face against her vulva with her hands on the back of my head. My tongue went deeper inside her pussy, and my mouth was wide open, with my lips and teeth around her vulva. I French kissed her pussy and tasted her juice.
Though she moaned with pleasure, she gently pushed my head back and told me to lie down. I lay on my back. She knelt on the mattress with her knees on each side of me and her bottom above my cock. She was in a hurry. It seemed as if she had not had sex for ages. I didn’t want to ask questions. I wanted her to get maximum pleasure from me.
I looked up at her. She had the classic look of a beautiful Indian housewife. Her waist-length black hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. Her cute face had a red bindi on the forehead, and her mangalsutra hung from her neck, in front of her large, ripe breasts. It was a good view. Her saree’s pallu still rested on her left shoulder. Her right breast was fully exposed, and her left breast was partially hidden behind the see-through saree. The lower part of the saree was around her hips.
Her cute face looked desperate to have sex. She lowered herself a bit, moved her left hand under her saree, and grabbed my cock shaft. Holding it straight, she lowered more. I felt the head of my hard cock open the slit of her pussy. She lowered more, slowly letting my cock slide into her vagina. As my cock moved inside her wet, stretching vagina, I saw her closing her eyes, biting her lower lip, and throwing her head back. When my cock was fully inside her vagina, her large, soft ass cheeks rested on my thighs like cushions. I held her waist and squeezed the soft flesh on the sides.
She opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled. She bent over and kissed my lips. Our lips locked, and we kissed passionately. I massaged her breasts, waist, hips, thighs, and buttocks as we continued smooching for a long time. The passion between us was so intense, I found it hard to believe some older guy’s voluptuous, 43-year-old wife was kissing me with my cock buried deep inside her vagina.
Slowly, she broke the kiss and moved back. She kept her hands on my chest and started moving her pelvis forward and backward, rubbing her clit on my pubic mound, while my cock slightly slid in and out of her juicy vagina.
The main action was happening under her saree, so I didn’t get a view, but the feeling was amazing. I felt her vagina slide and squeeze my cock as she moved forward and backward. I squeezed her massive melons and nipples, which were in front of my face. Sometimes, I raised my head and sucked each of her nipples.
She moved faster and faster, rubbing her clit on my pubic mound and squeezing my cock inside her vagina. The room was filled with her moaning sounds, “Aahhhhhh…….ohhhh….sssssss huh.”
I could feel her body trembling and perspiring. My cock was soaked with her pussy juice. She stopped moving, bent over, and kissed my forehead and lips. She rubbed her face on my face and laughed.
She had climaxed, but I had not. So I asked her to lie down on her back. She said she wanted to remove her saree to feel more free. So she got down from the bed and removed her saree and petticoat. That’s when I saw her completely nude. She had a superb body for a woman in her early 40s. She had fat in the right places. No part of her body had sagging fat, and she had no cellulite.
She smiled seeing me admiring her body. She got onto the bed and lay on her back. She bent her knees and spread her legs. I lay over her and pressed the tip of my cock on her vagina. I adjusted quickly and placed it in the slit between her pussy lips. I pushed slowly, loving it as her vagina welcomed my cock. When my cock was fully inside her vagina, I kissed her and moved my cock in and out of her vagina. Then, as I felt more aroused, I thrust and pulled my cock inside her vagina faster and faster. I pumped her vagina harder, eager to fill her with my semen. I slammed my crotch against her crotch each time I penetrated her, completely aroused. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open, gasping for air as I humped her till my cock shot semen into her hot vagina.
We lay on the bed exhausted. After a few minutes, she rolled toward me, resting on her right side. She kept her left hand on my chest and caressed, rubbed, and pinched my nipples with her fingers. She told me she’s lucky she saw me in the mall. I told her the feeling was mutual. She said she envied my wife. I told her to take it easy and assured her that I’ll be there for her as long as she needs me. She said she had seen my wife at the mall, and she looked very beautiful. I assured her she too looked very beautiful. She just sighed. Her left hand moved down to my crotch, and her fingers wrapped around my semi-hard cock. She stroked it till it became very hard again. Then she sat up and moved down to my crotch. She parted my legs and knelt between my legs. She bent over, took my erect, cum-soaked cock in her mouth, and sucked. Her head moved up and down with my cock inside her mouth. I lay still admiring her cute face as she lovingly sucked my cock. She sucked till I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shot cum inside her mouth. She swallowed and sucked more till my cock stopped spurting cum. Then she lay next to me, and we relaxed.
After about five minutes, my phone began to ring. I took it from the bedside table and looked at the screen. It was my wife.
I looked at Aunty and said, “My wife.” Aunty smiled understanding my fear.
I swiped the screen and answered the call. My wife told me she wanted to go to a restaurant for dinner and asked me to come home early.
After I hung up, I told Aunty my wife wants me to come home early. She looked disappointed. She moved her left arm down and rubbed my semi-hard cock and my balls.
“When do you want to meet again?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. Soon,” she said.
“You said we can have anal sex later,” I reminded her.
She laughed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask about that,” she said.
“Why?” I asked her curiously.
“I have never had anal sex,” she confessed. “I have only seen videos of a couple having anal sex. My husband doesn’t like it.”
“That’s unbelievable. Aunty, your beautiful bottom deserves a good massage inside out.”
She laughed. “Ok. If you like it, I’ll try for the first time.”
So, Aunty knelt on all fours. I knelt behind her and massaged her large ass cheeks. I kissed them a few times and spread them apart. Her ass crack had no pubic hair, and it looked clean. The wrinkled brown ring around her rear exit and entry hole looked inviting. I kept my fingers next to her anus and stretched it open. I bent over and put my tongue inside. I licked, making the inner surface wet with my saliva. Her sweet moaning sounds were encouraging. I put my fingers into her vagina and finger-fucked her while I ate her asshole. Then when her vagina was very wet, I scooped pussy juice with my fingers and put a couple of my wet fingers inside her asshole. I finger-fucked her asshole, loosening it, and lubricating it with her pussy juice. When her asshole loosened up and felt moist around my pistoning fingers, I pulled my fingers out.
Holding her slim waist, I slid my long, thick cock inside her vagina. I pushed it fully inside and let it soak in her pussy juice for a moment. Then, I began pumping my cock in and out of her cunt, repeatedly dipping into her pussy for more and more pussy sauce. Fucking her cunt, I stretched her anus wide with my fingers and opened it. It was sufficiently wet with her pussy juice. I pulled my cock out of her vagina and stood with my legs next to each side of her. I squatted till the tip of my cock pressed against her tiny anus. I pushed a little, and her anus opened. I slowly eased my cockhead inside.
”Ssss…” she hissed and groaned as my cock slowly slid into her asshole.
When my cock was fully inside her asshole, I let my cock rest in the tight confines of her asshole, loving the soothing heat emanating from her bowel. I leaned over her back, grabbed her swollen breasts, and whispered in her ear. “I love you, Malini.”
“Malini, aunty!” She corrected me and laughed. Her laughter sounded like she was struggling with my cock lodged deep in her asshole. But that’s a good thing, I thought, because I wanted her to get used to it.
I massaged her ass cheeks, attempting to loosen up her asshole a bit more. When she began to relax, I straightened up, gripped the soft fat on the sides of her slim waist with my hands, and started fucking her asshole. I moved slowly at first, but soon I began ass-fucking her very fast. Each time I thrust my cock into her tight anal passage, I slammed my crotch on her lovely fat ass, which made her ass cheeks ripple and wobble. She moaned with pleasure and pain, but she accepted every penetration like a real woman. I banged her ass and fucked her asshole again and again till I blasted my load inside her asshole. She milked my spurting cock with her asshole till I was drained out. My cock popped out of her shitter, and she slumped on the bed.
We relaxed, bonding like lovers for a few minutes. Then, we took turns using the bathroom for a quick bath.
We got ready and left the hotel. She asked me to drop her back at the mall instead of dropping her close to her house to avoid suspicion. So I drove to the mall’s basement parking. We kissed goodbye, and we agreed to meet soon before she got out of the car.
After my first experience with Malini aunty, I met other hot, unsatisfied aunties who liked me. I empathized with them, and I’ve been satisfying them on a regular basis. Although I am having affairs with many aunties, I still have a good relationship with Malini Aunty.
As a manager and owner of a real estate agency, I get access to many vacant properties around the city. I’ve been taking Malini Aunty and other aunties to various vacant properties and making love to them. They love spending time with me in different locations, just romancing and making love.
The takeaway from this story is simple: take care of unsatisfied aunties. Happy aunties make happy families and happy societies.