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Special masala chai

Masala Chai tastes amazing. It is prepared by adding cardamon, cloves and ginger. There are various recipes for masala Chai but I prefer the recipe Sherya gave me five years ago. At that time, I was a teacher in a college and Sherya was an English teacher in the same college.

Sherya was married. She and her husband were a good-looking couple. They had one child. They looked like a perfect family.

I envied Sherya’s husband because Sherya was the kind of woman I wanted to marry. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall. She had a good-looking face and a heartwarming smile. She had wheatish complexion and her skin glowed, probably because of good health. She didn’t look fat or thin but her breasts and bottom were big enough to catch my attention. She wore clothes which didn’t reveal too much of her body. She usually wore Salwar Kameez. Her Kameez/suit was loose, the sleeves were covered till her wrists and her dupatta covered her breasts. But that didn’t stop me from admiring her. I admired her every chance I got and I usually ended up with a boner.

Sherya didn’t talk much. When she talked, it was to the point and nothing irrelevant. It took a lot of time for me to get her to talk but I had the advantage of a free period when only she and I used to be there in the small staff room. She didn’t talk much initially, but whenever I cracked jokes, she laughed at all my jokes and slowly she started opening up with me. We talked about almost everything like our colleagues, our students, movies, music, books, actors, singers, my family, her family etc.

We had become good friends after five months since we had met. We liked each other’s company. She started calling me up when she was free and we talked about the usual things. But one day when she called me, she sounded sad. I asked her why she sounded so sad. She told me it’s nothing and changed the topic. But I was concerned about her. So, I asked her to share her problems with me if she thrusted me as a good friend. She still hesitated but eventually she told me she had argued with her husband. She told me it’s just a problem most married women have with their husband. I asked her to be clear. So, she told me her husband was selfish and he just liked to have sex with her quickly and finish it without any concern about her sexual satisfaction. I asked her if she had talked to him about it. She said she had tried talking with him about it many times, but he had always reacted angrily and they would just end up arguing. I hesitated and asked her which positions she liked. She told me she liked cowgirl position and missionary position because it allowed her to look at the person who is making love to her. I asked her if she had discussed with her husband about the positions she liked. She told me she had tried but he had always impatiently changed the topic or reacted angrily. I felt sorry for her and advised her to take him for marriage counselling. Before we ended our conversation that day, I told her a joke and cheered her up.

The next day, I went to college early and reached the staff room at about 8:35 in the morning. The staff room was empty. I sat down and went through the books, preparing for my lecture. A few minutes later, Sherya came inside and said, “Good morning, sir.”

I looked at her and said, “Good morning, ma’am.” I noticed she was looking more attractive than usual. She was dressed in a light orange colour short sleeve Kameez-suit which was tighter than the usual suits she wore. Her curvy figure was clearly visible. Her dupatta was transparent, revealing her cushion-like large breasts which were covered by her suit. Her waist was slim with a little bit of tummy and flab around her waist. Her hips were wide. Her butt cheeks looked plump, curvy and round.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked and laughed.

“I haven’t seen you dressed in a short sleeve, tight suit,” I said admiring her wide hips.

She laughed. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“You look very beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said, shyly.

“Did you talk to your husband?” I asked.

“No. He was busy,” she said and sat down on a chair.

I looked at her, concerned for her.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” she said. And after a short pause she asked, “So which positions do you like?”

I was taken aback for a moment. She smiled and looked steadily at me, expecting me to answer. I wanted to tell her I liked cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, missionary, anvil and doggy style. But I decided to keep it simple and said, “Cowgirl and missionary.”

“Just like me,” she said and gave me a half smile.

We talked for some more time before other teachers started coming to the staff room. They complimented her on her appearance and she was happy. After some time, we went to our classes. That day we met whenever we got a chance and I noticed she was more shy than usual. The chemistry between us had become more intense.

In the next few days, her behavior and dressing style changed. She started wearing short sleeve, figure-hugging suits frequently. One day she surprised me when she came dressed in a saree. She looked so hot; I got an instant boner. I had to go to the bathroom and masturbate. From that day, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I began jerking off every day, thinking about her.

She had also become more open with me. She would message me or call me after having sex with her husband and tell me things like:

I just lay on the bed. He penetrated me a few times and ejaculated within a minute.

“I was in the kitchen. He told me to lean forward and penetrated me from behind. It was all over within one minute.”

“He told me to suck his…you know. I sucked for a short time and he ejaculated within a minute. He has no control.”

One day when we were alone in the staff room, she said, “Yesterday night he had sex with me. He finished after just about 30 seconds.”

“Your husband must be suffering from premature ejaculation. Tell him to see a doctor,” I said.

“He will never listen to me,” she said. Then she laughed and asked, “How long can you do it?”

I was a bit surprised by the question but I just laughed and said, “My average time from beginning of intercourse to ejaculation is 6 to 10 minutes.”

“Wow! I wish you were my husband,” she said and laughed shyly.

I looked at her. Our eyes locked and I said, “Are you serious?”

She looked at me seriously and said, “Yes. I am so unhappy with him.”

I was quiet for a moment before I asked, “Can you meet me today at my place?”

She nodded and said, “Yes. But we have to be quick.”

“30 seconds?” I asked her.

She laughed and said, “No. 6 to 10 minutes is okay.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, ma’am,” I said.

She laughed and said, “Let’s see.”

“5:30 PM. My house?” I asked.

“Ok. Sounds good. I’ll meet you at 5:30,” she said and gave me an understanding smile.

At that moment I knew I was going to have a very memorable evening.

That day Sherya finished early and went home. I finished my last class at 4 PM.  I reached home at 4:30. First, I cleaned the house. Then, I had a shower and slipped into a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I put the TV on and waited for her, excited to meet her.

The doorbell rang at 5:15 PM. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Sherya. She had come 15 minutes early. I opened the door and looked at her. My heart skipped a beat. She was dressed in a Saree.

“Wow ma’am. You look so beautiful,” I said and looked at her from top to bottom. She was holding her 3-year-old daughter’s hand and her daughter was looking up at me curiously.

“You brought your baby,” I said, feeling a little disappointed.

“Yes. She was fussing to come with me,” she said.

‘What the fuck!’, I thought but I just said, “Please come inside. Welcome to my humble home.”

She and her child entered my house. I asked her to sit down and asked her daughter if she wanted to watch a cartoon show. She nodded her head. I changed the channel. She immediately got lost in the cartoon show.

I looked at Sherya and said, “So, did you tell your husband, you are going to meet me?” I asked.

“No. He usually comes home at 8 or 9. I told my mother-in-law I was going to my friend’s house.

“That’s good!” I said and smiled.

She looked around the house and said, “Not bad. Your house is clean for a single guy.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah. I try my best to keep it clean.”

She nodded, giving me an approving look.

“Come. I’ll show you the house,” I said.

She got up and I got a chance to admire her beauty. She was wearing a yellow saree which had a golden Zari border. It had dark brown flower patterns on the borders and on the Pallu. It was perfectly draped around her voluptuous body. The size and curves of her wide hips and plump bottom looked seductively heart-melting. Her belly was slightly protruding out and her belly button was exposed. Her big breasts jutted out proudly, as if they wanted to be sucked. She looked so beautiful and sexy; my cock became rock-hard.

We went to the bedroom. She looked around the bedroom and said, “Not bad. It is very clean and organized.”

“Do you like the bed?” I asked and gave her a naughty smile.

She understood the joke and laughed. “It looks comfortable,” she said

“It is comfortable. You’ll like it,” I said.

She laughed shyly and said, “Let’s see.”

We laughed and went to the other bedroom which I used as my computer room. She was impressed with my gaming computer setup. We went to the kitchen. She looked around and said, “Very nice. It’s clean. I don’t like dirty kitchens.”

“I’ll make Chai for us. What do you want me to bring for your daughter? I have chocolates and biscuits,” I said.

“Nothing for baby. She still likes to be breast fed. I’ll drink Chai,” she said.

“What type of Chai do you like?” I asked.

She thought about it for a moment and said, “Hmm…actually, let me make Chai for us,” she said.

“No ma’am. I’ll make it. You are my guest,” I said.

“This is the first time we are having Chai together. I’ll make it,” she said.

“No ma’am. Please…” I said.

“I’ll make special Chai. You’ll like it,” she said.

“But ma’am…I’ll do it.” I insisted.

“Let’s do it together, okay?” she asked.

“Okay,” I said.

“Do you have cinnamon, cardamom, cloves and ginger?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” I said.

“Do you have a mortar-pestle?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Good.  Please crush the ingredients coarsely with a mortar-pestle. Make sure the ginger is flattened and crushed well. And, please boil two cups of water till it is warm,” she said.

“Your wish is my command ma’am,” I said.

She laughed and said, “I didn’t feed baby at home. I’ll feed her and join you in the kitchen.”

“What?” I thought to myself. I wanted to tell her, “I want to see.” But I just said, “No problem.”

She went to the living room and I looked for all the ingredients in the kitchen, feeling confused about the situation.

I took a piece of ginger and went to the door. I stood behind the wall and peeped out. I saw her and her baby. Her daughter was sitting next to her and sucking the nipple of her left breast. Her blouse was unhooked and both the flaps of her nursing bra were unhooked. She took a feeding bottle from her hand bag. She opened the bottle and kept the mouth of the bottle before the nipple of her right breast. And with her fingers, she pressed her breast flesh from either side of her areola. Milk sprayed out of her nipple and filled the bottle. As she extracted milk from her breasts, I admired her white, soft looking breasts for a few minutes. Suddenly, she lifted her head. Fearing she might see me, I quickly moved away from the door.

Feeling excited and turned on, I crushed the spices with the mortar and pestle and I boiled water in a pan.

A few minutes later, she walked into the kitchen and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am,” I said and saw the feeding bottle in her hand.

“Please fill warm water in a bowl,” she said.

I took a bowl and filled it with warm water, wondering what she was up to.

She placed the feeding bottle in the bowl filled with warm water and looked at the crushed spices in the mortar-pestle. “It looks good. Give me a small pan,” she said.

I gave a small pan to her. She kept it on the stove and filled it with two cups of water. As the water boiled, she looked at me and asked, “Do you like masala Chai?”

“Yes. I like it at the Chaiwallah near the college,” I said.

“Try my recipe. You’ll like it,” she said and put the crushed spices in the boiling water.

“Is it your mother’s recipe?” I asked.

“No. It’s my own recipe. Give me nutmeg powder and mint leaves, please,” she said.

I gave her the spice box and took some mint leaves from the fridge and gave it to her.

She added the nutmeg powder to the boiling water and said, “Add a generous pinch of nutmeg powder.”

“Is it the secret ingredient for your masala Chai?” I asked.

“No,” she said and added mint leaves to the boiling water.

“So, what is the secret ingredient?” I asked.

She smiled. She added sugar and said, “The secret ingredient is love.”

“Love?” I asked and laughed.

“Yes, Love,” she said and added tea powder in the pan. Then she took the feeding bottle which was resting in the bowl of warm water. She showed it to me and said, “A mother’s love. It is the secret ingredient,” she said.

“Wow! Are you going to boil it?” I asked, impressed by the idea.

She smiled. “You shouldn’t boil breast milk. It will lose its nutrition,” she said and poured the milk into the water.

Although I preferred drinking milk directly from her breasts, the idea of drinking masala Chai made with her breastmilk was also a big turn on. She wanted me to drink her breastmilk and that’s all I needed to make the next move. I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. I hugged her and pressed my hard cock on her soft buttocks. She turned off the stove and stirred her breastmilk masala Chai with a smile on her face. I kissed the side of her neck and cheeks, while caressing her navel and the smooth, soft skin of her belly. I moved my hands up and cupped her breasts. I squeezed her breasts gently, kissing her neck and smelling the fresh smell of shampoo and soap. She squirmed gently and turned around. She faced me and looked into my eyes. “Chai is ready!” she said.

I grabbed both sides of her bare waist and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her lips. Her breasts pressed on my chest like soft cushions and I could feel her hard nipples on my chest through our clothes. I parted her lips with my tongue and slid my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues licked each other’s tongue and we French kissed passionately. I moved my hands down to her wide hips and moved my hands behind, over her bottom. Her bottom felt soft under her clothes. I cupped both cheeks of her large, soft bottom and lifted her little bit.

“Hmmm…” she moaned and put her hand on my cock through my shorts and started rubbing it.

I stopped kissing and asked, “Do you want to ride like a cowgirl?”

She laughed shyly and nodded her head.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.

“Okay,” she said and smiled happily.

Holding hands, we went to the living room. Sherya’s baby daughter looked lost in the cartoon show, she was watching on TV. She saw Sherya and pointed at the TV saying, “Mommy look!”

Sherya looked at the TV and said, “Pepa pig!”

Her daughter laughed and said, “Pepa!”

“Keep watching Pepa. Mommy will go to the bathroom and come back soon,” Sherya said.

“Okay mommy,” her daughter said.

We laughed at her daughter’s cuteness and went to the bedroom.

“Your daughter looks cute like you ma’am,” I said and put my right hand around her waist.

She laughed, shyly.

We went to the bedroom. I closed the door and took her in my arms. I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips passionately, pressing my hard cock on her belly. My hands moved all over her body squeezing her breasts, waist and buttocks. I kissed her and fondled her well-endowed body hastily.

I lifted her Saree and petticoat. I put my hands under her clothes and pulled her panties down. I bent down, put my arms around her wide hips and squeezed her soft ass cheeks. I parted the large mounds of her ass cheeks and rubbed my fingers on her butt-crack from top to bottom, feeling the soft flesh and the puckered flesh of her anus.

“Ouch! What are you doing?” she asked and laughed softly.

I rubbed my face on her belly, and pecked kisses. She gently stroked my hair and said, “I didn’t know, you wanted me so much, sir.”

“I want you very much, ma’am,” I said.

She laughed.

I stood straight and asked, “Ready?”

She smiled affectionately and nodded.

I opened the drawer of my bedside table and took a pack of condoms.

“It’s okay. I am in my safe period,” she said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Very sure,” she said and began unhooking her blouse.

I quickly removed my clothes and climbed to the top of the bed.

“Wow, you have a good body sir,” Sherya said.

“I do basic exercises every day,” I said and sat on the bed.

Sherya removed her blouse and bra. Her big, beautiful, aroused swollen breasts jiggled like jelly. I was excited, knowing that I’ll soon be kissing, squeezing, sucking her breasts and fucking her.

She held her petticoat and Saree above her hips and got on top of the bed. I lay down on my back. She knelt over me on the bed, straddling over my hips. Her beautiful breasts and nipples pointed at my face. The areolas on her breasts were brown colour and her nipples looked like juicy little brown berries. I placed my hands on both her breasts and cupped them. I squeezed gently, loving the softness, heaviness, smoothness and the large size.

She lowered her bottom and I felt her labia on my cockhead. She adjusted her hips little bit till I felt the tip of my hard cock in the slit of her wet vagina. She lowered slowly and my cockhead speared into her vagina canal. And my cock-shaft stretched open her vaginal canal as it slid deeper inside her love hole.

After every inch of my cock was inside her, she squeezed her vaginal muscles around my cock and both of us gasped with relief. I was so glad my cock was finally inside Sherya’s hot cunt.

She twisted her bottom, making a screwing motion. I lifted my upper body and sat on the bed. I opened my mouth and covered my mouth around the nipple of her left breast. She pressed her breast flesh around my mouth with her fingers, spraying her milk into my mouth. Then as I began sucking, she stroked my hair and sat still with my cock firmly embedded inside her vagina. After some time, I moved to her other breasts and sucked her nipple. She breastfed me and we enjoyed the moment peacefully for a few minutes.

I didn’t want to stop drinking milk from her breasts but my cock needed some action. So, I stopped sucking and lay down on the bed.

“Enough?” she asked.

“Not enough but I want to watch you ride me,” I said.

She laughed and started moving her hips forward and backward. Her vagina gripped tightly around my cock, sucking it inside her. She moved her hips forward and backward, grinding her clitoris on my crotch. I moved my hands all over her body squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts, waist, hip, butt and thighs.

She moved her hips forward and backward faster, fucking me harder. The tight grip of her vaginal muscles around my cock made my cock tingle. I controlled my urge to release cum inside her. After a few minutes, she moaned with pleasure. Sweat covered her body and her body felt cold in my hands. She laughed as she orgasmed.

She leaned forward on me and kissed my forehead and lips. Then she asked, “Did you finish?”

“Almost there. You were so good I was about to ejaculate,” I said.

She laughed. “I am impressed. My husband would have ejaculated within a minute.”

“Ready for the second round?” I asked.

She nodded. “What do you want to do?” she asked and smiled.

“Doggy?” I asked.

“Doggy? I thought you liked only cowgirl and missionary,” she said.

“Sorry, I like doggystyle sometimes,” I said, hoping she would understand.

She laughed and said, “It’s okay. All men like doggy style.”

I was glad she understood me. I got up and we changed positions. She knelt down on the bed and leaned forward, supporting her upper body with her elbow. She pulled a pillow and kept it under her head for support. I knelt behind her, between her legs admiring her wide, plump bottom. I massaged her soft bottom and thighs. Then I parted her butt cheeks and looked at her butt crack. Her anus looked inviting but her vagina was wet and more inviting.

I aimed my cock at the slit of her vagina and moved forward. Her vagina opened and I pushed my cock inside her juicy cunt slowly. I pushed it as deep as I could and pressed my crotch on her soft buttocks. We moaned together as our bodies united again.

I pulled my cock out until only the cockhead was inside her. Then I thrust it back into her vagina. I grabbed her slender waist and fucked her, shafting my cock in and out her hot vagina. I fucked at a medium pace for a few minutes, then I increased pace and fucked her faster and harder. I banged my crotch on her big bouncy bottom every time I thrust my cock inside her tight and wet pussy channel. I felt my cum spout up from my balls. I held it back for some more time and continued banging her until a load of cum spurt out of my piss-hole and began filling her pussy-hole. I stopped fucking and pressed my crotch tightly on her soft butt-cheeks as I spasmed and groaned, shooting cum inside her.

She laughed softly and asked, “Finished sir?”

“Almost ma’am,” I said, shooting the last few drops of cum inside her.

After I emptied myself inside her vagina, I pulled my cock out of her vagina. I rubbed it on her butt-crack and asked, “Do you like anal intercourse, ma’am?”

She laughed. She lay down on her back and said, “It disturbs my bowels but I don’t mind sometimes.”

“Can we try next time, ma’am?” I asked and lay down next to her.

“I don’t know. Let’s see,” she said.

“Does your husband have anal intercourse with you, ma’am?” I asked.

“Yes sometimes. But he ejaculates within one minute,” she said and looked at me with a disappointed look on her face.

“Did you like having sex with me ma’am?” I asked.

“I liked it very much, sir,” she said and laughed.

“I also liked it very much, ma’am. Thank you,” I said.

“No. Thank you,” she said and we laughed.

After we finished, we got out of bed. We washed and put on our clothes. We went to the living room. Her daughter was still happily watching the cartoon show on TV. Sherya told me she’ll bring Chai for us and went to the kitchen. I sat on the sofa, next to Sherya’s daughter and watched the cartoon show. I felt like a dad and husband for a moment.

Sherya came back holding a tray that had cups of Chai and biscuits. She smiled and kept the tray on the table. I took one cup and said, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” she said.

She took her cup and sat down next to me. I sipped her breastmilk masala Chai and said, “Wow ma’am. It tastes very good.”

She smiled and said, “I told you; you will like it.”

As we drank special masala Chai, we kissed and I fondled her body.

After we finished drinking Chai, we talked for a few more minutes before she checked the time on her mobile and said, “It’s 6:30. I have to go”

We kissed before she left with her daughter.

After that day, we frequently had sex in my house and in the staff room during free periods. She visited me almost every day. She breastfed me and we had passionate sex. She even let me penetrate her anus whenever I wanted.

Two months later she conceived. I was worried but she told me she wasn’t sure if it was my child or her husband’s child. When she was pregnant her husband got a better job in a different city. Sherya and I were very sad. We had sex as much as possible before her family moved to a different city.

I got married one year after she left. It was an arranged marriage. My wife is also a teacher. Her name is Reshma. She is beautiful. We have a two-year-old daughter. I taught my wife how to make breastmilk masala Chai. She loves making it for me with her breastmilk.

Special masala Chai recipe.

Preparation of 2 cups of Masala Chai:

Extract 1 and 1/2 cups of fresh breastmilk in a bottle.

Place the bottle in a bowl filled with warm water.

Note: Never boil breast milk. It will lose its nutrition.

Add 1/2 cup of water to a pan.

Crush 3 to 4 cardamon, 3 to 4 cloves, and a small piece of ginger and add it to the pan.

Add 3 to 4 teaspoons of tea leaves.

Boil it for 5 mins or until you get a golden-brown colour. Stir the tea in between.

Add sugar according to taste.

Once you are satisfied with the colour and the blend, add breastmilk.

Your special masala Chai is ready!