Passionate sex with a Marwari housewife – Part 2

I’m a 6’1″ tall, dark brown man. I lived in Pune for a few years, but since the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been staying in Kolkata.

Thanks for showing love for the first part of my story. I’ll start where I ended.

After around 5–6 days of phone sex, I told Maanvi I wanted to have sex with her. She said, “Hmmm, to yeh tha tumhare dimag mein, chee” (So this was in your mind, chee). I was puzzled, but she started laughing and told me to say it in Bengali in a dirty way.

I said, “Maanvi, tomae chudte chai, jore jore chudte chai.” (Maanvi, I want to fuck you, fuck you hard). She nodded with a cunning smile. I was like a hungry lion ready to tear her apart.

However, it was August 2022, and I had an extremely hectic schedule. Since she was married, we had to be careful, and it couldn’t be an entire day. So, we chose a weekend.

Finally, the day arrived. It was a Saturday evening, and she said she could be there for a maximum of 2 hours. I requested 3 hours. She wasn’t ready but said, “We’ll see.”

We planned to meet at a petrol pump in Salt Lake. It was a rainy evening. I met her around 6 p.m. She wore a kurti without a dupatta, slightly tight on her breasts, and leggings. She was short, maybe 5’1”, quite fair, with a short neck and dark lipstick that I loved.

However, her buttocks were slightly large compared to the rest of her body. From behind, one might think she was fat, but she wasn’t. Though she had an umbrella, she wasn’t using it since the rain was just tiny droplets.

The little droplets of rain mixed with her sweat and the slight cleavage visible were making me hard inside my jeans. I booked an OYO nearby. A 10-minute bike ride away. She held me tightly but suddenly grabbed my manhood, which I didn’t expect.

My cock throbbed inside my underwear. It excited me, but I told her we were almost there. She said, “Huh,” and let go. The hotel took 5–10 minutes to set up our room. The moment we entered, it started raining heavily.

Oh my God, I grabbed her breasts tightly from behind and rubbed my dick on Maanvi’s butt crack. She pushed me and said, “Dur hato, tab bike mein to lund se mera haat hata diya tha, ab kyon?” (Get away from me. On the bike, you didn’t let me grab your cock, now why?)
I grinned and said, “Okay.” I squeezed her through her leggings, grabbed her by her belly from behind, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed with a little force. There was lightning, and I jumped on top of Maanvi.

I looked into her eyes, squeezed her buttock, and forced my tongue deep into her mouth, our saliva mixing. She made humming noises with her eyes closed. I groped her right breast tightly, squeezed it, and put it in my mouth. Meanwhile, she put her left leg on me and held my hair tightly.

We were in a face-to-face spooning position with her leg on my waist. I couldn’t resist giving tight spanks on her ass. I slapped her buttocks hard and squeezed them.

Maanvi: “Aah, Author, kitna jor se maar rahe ho!” (Why are you hitting so hard?)

Me: “To aur kya? Tumhe dabochne ke liye hi to laya hun!” (What else? I brought you here for this!)  (grinning)

After slapping her ass several times, I opened her kurti. She acted a bit weird after I removed it. I could see her beautiful breasts covered by a white bra and her fair-skinned belly, but there were quite a few stretch marks. I licked those stretch marks while squeezing her between her legs.

She opened the button on my jeans. I was wearing boxers underneath. I had two types of condoms: one banana-flavoured and the other Durex. I wore the banana-flavoured condom.

I said, “Maanvi, acche se chuso mujhe, baby.” (Suck me good, baby.)

Maanvi: “I have never done this.”

I felt this was a blatant lie.
Me: “Do it. We both will enjoy it. I also have the banana-flavoured condom; you’ll love it.”

She sat on her knees on the bed while I stood. She initially sucked so badly that I wasn’t enjoying it at all.

Maanvi: “The taste of the rubber is very bad.”

I removed the condom, rubbed my penis with her kurti, and she started sucking again. My God, this Marwari housewife sucked the hell out of my cock. I’d rate it in the top 5 I’ve had (maybe the top 3, I can’t tell).
I got rock hard, held her hair, and throbbed my dick inside her mouth properly after she sucked me for some time. I was practically choking her and thrusting hard. After a while, she pulled away and said, “Ulti aa sakti hai.” (I might puke.) I understood and stopped.

I also had precum. After about 2 minutes, I went to open her leggings. She told me not to. I was shocked, thinking this was a letdown. But she said she felt shy since she hadn’t had sex in a long time and had only been with her husband. She asked me to turn off the lights.

This was new for me. I turned off the lights but had an evil plan in mind. I opened her bra first, did some licking and biting on her nipples, and then opened her leggings. As I mentioned in the last part, she wears panties with prints. Today, she wore one with spots.

I asked her why, and she replied, “Tumne kaha tha tum extra dotted condom pehen ke chodoge mujhe, to yeh tumhare liye, jaan.” (You said you’d wear an extra dotted condom and fuck me, so this is for you, babe.)

I had told her this, and her recalling it got me rock hard from semi-erect. She noticed and grabbed my dick. I bit her nipples right away, and she shrieked.

Maanvi: “Don’t do this!”

Me: “Kyon? Bas main hi to dekhunga is nipple ko, laal kar dunga.” (Why? Only I’ll see them, right? I’ll make them red.)

Maanvi: “After my second child, I’ve never been intimate with anyone like today, Siddhartha.”

Me: “Mmmm, baby.”

I moved my fingers over her pussy. I was brushing around it while biting her left breast nipple and squeezing her right breast with my left hand. She spread her thighs wide while holding me tightly.

In a very short time, she started shivering, her muscles shaking. The rain was getting fiercer, with thunderstorms. I could feel the wetness around her pussy. She wasn’t squirting, but her leaks were evident on my fingers, even though the AC was at 21°C.

Maanvi’s moans were quite loud, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Maanvi: “Siddharth, abhi chodo mujhe, raha nahi ja raha hai!” (Fuck me, Author, I can’t stand this!)

I also wanted to fuck her badly and didn’t want to play games. But I thought I’d continue what I was doing for a bit longer. After 60–90 seconds:

Maanvi: “Control nahi ho raha hai, Author, chodo mujhe, chodo please!” (I can’t control it, fuck me, please!)

I decided to fuck her now but planned to execute my evil plan. I kissed her, forcing my tongue inside her mouth and mixing my saliva with hers. Before I proceed, let me say I’ve never broken a woman’s hymen. Two women I had sex with claimed they were virgins, but there was no blood or hymen breaking.

Personally, enjoying and celebrating sex is more important to me than finding out who’s a virgin.

Back to the story: I lifted her legs, folded them toward the ceiling, and placed my dick on her pussy, trying to penetrate. She was much tighter than I expected for a married woman. I thought her pussy muscles would be looser. I tried again but couldn’t.

I won’t lie; this hit my male ego a bit that I couldn’t penetrate a married woman in the first two attempts. I stretched her, pressed her folded legs a little, and thrust with a lot of force. My God, my dick made a great entry, and it felt amazing between her pussy muscles.

But then, she gave a loud cry. These are her exact words, not a single word added:

Maanvi: “Mummy, main mar gayi. Author, kya kar diya tumne? Faad di tumne mujhe neeche!” (Mom, I’m dead now. Siddharth, what did you do? You tore me down there!)

I was a bit shocked, thinking someone might knock because of this. I couldn’t see her properly, and it was annoying. My next thrusts were also loaded with pressure, and with each thrust, Maanvi cried, “Mummy, mar gayi,” but I wasn’t stopping.

However, I couldn’t continue strong thrusts at that pace for long, or I’d cum early. So, I changed positions. I made her lie sideways with her legs folded to her left (my right) and meeting. I slowed my pace and started thrusting. Her cries softened, but her moans were music to my ears.

She closed her eyes and bit her lips. I squeezed her breasts with my right hand.
I’m around 6’1”, so it was time to execute my plan. I quickly switched on the lights with my left hand, pausing my thrust once. She opened her eyes and tried to hide her face.

Maanvi (in Bengali): “Ki korcho, eto harami keno? Light ta bondho koro!” (What are you doing? Why are you such a scoundrel? Switch off the lights!)

Me: “Naa, Maanvi, tomae chudbo jokhon, tomar dekhbo, tomae thapabo, tumi dekhbe amar.” (No, Maanvi, when I fuck you, I’ll see you, I’ll thrust you, you’ll see me.)

She grinned and adjusted to my rhythm. I had jerked off about 2 hours before leaving home so I could last longer. My dark brown cock thrusting inside her pussy was amazing. From her expression, I could tell she was having a great time, too.

After thrusting in that position for about 20–25 minutes, I got tired but hadn’t cum. So, I pulled out and rested a bit. Maanvi had a weird fetish I’d never encountered. She rubbed her toes against my cock and balls. It felt good, but was a bit strange since it was my first time.

She did it for 20 minutes and wanted to continue, but I said, “Let me suck you, Maanvi.” She wasn’t very interested at first, but I didn’t listen. I crossed her legs around my shoulders and pushed my tongue inside her pussy. I have a pretty big tongue, and it was all inside her.

She was elated. After about 10–15 minutes, she started shaking again. We were already over 2 hours. She said she had to leave. I said, “Wait, I didn’t even cum yet.” There was shock and sadness in her eyes. She asked, “Abhi bhi nahi?” (Not even now?)

I said, “No, chodne do mujhe.” (Let me fuck you.)

Maanvi: “Aaj tumne jo feel karwaya, Siddharth, mujhe, uske liye thodi late ho sakti hun.” (What you made me feel today, I can be a little late for.) (she grinned)

She lay flat on her back and raised her legs. But I wanted to fuck her in doggy style. So, I got her in that position and said, “Kutiya bano meri.” (Become my mare.) She wasn’t very experienced in doggy style, so it took 3–5 minutes to find the right spot.

Then I held her by her waist and started ramming her pussy. In almost all my thrusts, there were two forces: pushing my dick inside her from back to front and pulling her waist from front to back. She was making crazy loud moans and noises, but I just wanted to rampage her.

After about 20–22 minutes, I said, “I’m cumming.” I was wearing the condom, but I said I’d pull out. She didn’t let me and said, “Condom to pehne ho, mere andar hard.” (You’re wearing a condom, cum inside me.)

I came inside her and stayed inside for maybe a minute before pulling out.

Maanvi: “Main bhi firse jharne wali thi.” (I was about to orgasm again.)

Honestly, though I came only once, I wouldn’t get erect quickly, and we had limited time. So, I played with my fingers on her pussy. Within 5 minutes, she climaxed and held me tight.

We were there for almost 3 hours, and it was 9:15 p.m. We got dressed quickly and left. I wanted to drop her off since the rain had stopped, but she said her husband might be around, so she took a taxi. Her husband was late that day, and she suspected he was with their neighbour.

It was a great evening for both of us. We wanted to continue for a few months, but it stopped. We met in August and had video calls until September, but we never met physically or had sex again.

I hope you liked my story. For feedback, contact me at [email protected]. Guys, stop asking for her phone number or contact details.  I’d never provide them because we had mutual respect. Of course, if women readers want to connect for something discreet, I’d love that.