A married Kolkata woman wants to explore – Part 4

I’ll begin with an apology for keeping my readers waiting for this part. Thank you for your constant emails and demand to pen this. So, here it is.

A quick recap. I, Rudra, date a 48-year-old chubby Marwadi woman in Kolkata. The last time you guys heard from me was when I was travelling to Kharagpur to her grandfather’s house.

Now picking it up from where I had left off. Shalini and I were having mad sex on the terrace. I had shot a huge load all over her face. It was cold, and once done, we found ourselves walking down the stairs. Shalini was naked, her face was dripping with cum.

I had stopped her to ask about her grandfather, and she had said something that blew my mind. But before I tell you, guys, what she said, those who do not know about my encounters, please read the first three parts. The house was empty ever since I had walked into it around evening.

No servant, not even a maid. I had asked Shalini about her grandfather, but she had said we would meet him later. Even during dinner, the house felt oddly silent. But I was drawn more towards her elegance. Up until now, Shalini felt very warm, affectionate and loving.

But something had changed, I felt. She was climbing down the stairs, her ass swinging confidently. She had a dash of conviction on her face, and her walk felt like a victory stride. All the more, with my cum dribbling down her chin.
But I was still shy.

We both had no clothes on. I wanted to know about her grandfather. So, I stopped midway and asked her again, this time a bit firmer than before. “Shalini, please wait. I need to know,” I said.

This is when she turned around, and I saw a smirk on her face. She narrowed her eyes, and the grin grew on her face. Shalini took a few steps back and rested herself on the railing while I kept looking at her with enquiring eyes. The tension was growing, and my cum was dripping down her chin.

She was swaying in a playful elegance, her skin glowing with confidence. After a moment of pause, Shalini finally spoke. “We were being watched by him all the while,” she said.

Watched by him? I thought and tilted my head in disbelief. Stupid enough of me, I also thought that she probably meant we were being watched from up above the heavens. But then she smirked and lifted her face to look at something over my head.
I turned around, and a cold chill ran down my spine. It was a CCTV camera, and I had not noticed it all this time. I gulped in disbelief and went white, not knowing how to react. I kept staring at the camera. Soon, I felt a hand on my cock. It was Shalini.

Her touch was reassuring, and so were her words. “Relax, Rudra, I’ll never hurt you. I won’t do anything to harm you, dear, but this is my reality, and I love it.”
Something took over me, and I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder while Shalini kept stroking my cock.

We must have been like that for a while, and I could feel myself growing in her hand again. If you remember, Shalini had held my manhood even before, but something felt different this time. The grip was stronger. Almost as if she was preparing me for the next round.

Surprisingly, my body was responding to the touch, but I had several questions running through my mind, too.

“Did he see us doing it all?” I asked.

“Everything. Right from when you entered the house, to when we had our dinner and then on the terrace. There are tiny cameras hidden all around the house,” she said.

Something oddly arousing was gripping my senses. This was the first time I was being watched while having sex with someone. Voyeurism is something I had only seen in porn, but this was on a different level. I wanted to ask her more, but framing the sentences became hard.

But little did I know that it was not just the CCTVs that were a surprise, and that more was waiting to be revealed. Shalini somehow felt the tension grow in me as by now I was breathing heavily.

“Rudra, there is something more you should know,” Shalini said as she removed her hand from my cock, took a few steps back and sniffed my precum from her hand. “But not here, come with me,” she added and started walking down the stairs.

As if like a man under a spell, I kept following her. Her voluptuous ass was now like a devilish attraction. I don’t remember how many turns we took, how many doors we crossed. But soon, we were standing in front of a room, the entrance of which looked strikingly different from the rest.

Before turning the knob, Shalini glanced at me with a smirk and then cracked the door open. She pulled me in and shut it behind us. Inside, the room was dark, a bit chilly and TV screens all around, almost like a control room. I was in shock.

As I glanced through each screen, I saw every part of the house had a camera fitted. I recognised a few, like the one at the entrance, the one in the hallway, the one at the dining place, the stairs, the room allotted to me, the terrace and many more. Even the washrooms had cameras.

I was not hard anymore. Shock isn’t good for the blood rushing down there. And I could feel my feet carrying me closer to the screens. I stopped a little ahead of the panels and was glancing at each one of them when Shalini walked up close.

“Do not freak out, Rudra. None of this was meant to cause you harm. It’s just a very deep kink that my husband and I have,” she said.

My mind was beginning to settle from the shock, but wait, what! Husband? Where did the husband come from? I turned to face Shalini, and now she wore a devilish grin. “Husband?” I asked.

This is exactly when I heard a booming voice from behind Shalini. “Welcome to Kharagpur, Rudra,” a man’s voice split the silence in the room. By now, Shalini had turned to face the source of the voice. I couldn’t see anybody at first. But then, at the farthest end of the room, a tiny light lit up.

A red plush wingback chair stood towering under the light, and a man, an old man, naked, his hands on his cock, was sitting on the chair. “Meet my husband,” Shalini said as she walked up to him. Once near, she lowered her face, and the man stuck his tongue out to lick the remaining cum off her cheeks.

Shalini was now stroking the man’s cock, and my eyes fell on it. It was weak, limp and soft. Her hand was caressing the cock gently while her eyes were looking at its owner pitifully.

“He is almost mid-seventies. We got married when I was very young. Initially, everything was fine, but then later, he failed to get hard,” Shalini said. “He tried, he tried hard, but nothing helped,” she said. “I am a woman, Rudra, I have my needs. How long could I have stopped my urge?”

Shalini added, the corner of her eyes glistening, probably with tears. “But I used to keep quiet, worrying about the fallout. I would think about my husband’s respect, the family’s honour and my daughter. After all, how can a married Indian woman think of lust even if she is not satisfied?” she said.

“But this bastard had other plans,” Shalini’s voice now changed, the pace at which she was stroking her husband increased, and the grin took over her face.
“One day, at a party, I got a little drunk. I went to the washroom and was splashing water to calm myself down when I felt a touch. I was shocked, and I looked up in the mirror. It was his business partner. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed me hard and started kissing me, squeezing my tits and slapping my ass. He lifted my saree and tried to finger me as well, but somehow, I managed to get away and darted out of the washroom. My face was flushing red. I did not know what to do. Whom to tell. So, I went and sat beside my husband. I kept silent, not knowing it was all pre-planned. However, this bastard was grinning and asked me, “How was it?” Shalini paused.

Now, the old man started speaking. “It was a setup. I knew my wife needed pleasure, and I was not able to give her what she deserved. Our age gap is huge, and I did not wish to deprive my wife of the pleasure. I had told my partner about it, and he was willing to help. That day, they did not have sex, but something changed my wife forever.”

Shalini, who was stroking the man, stopped and stood up. She walked up to a counter, grabbed a tissue and started wiping off. I could understand that her husband had already spurted out in her hands while just being stroked.

While wiping off, Shalini said, “I did not have to fear anything anymore. I knew my husband wouldn’t mind. But I did not like his partner. He is equally old, and I was done with such limp cocks. I wanted more, and I knew I deserved much more. And thus, a hunt began.”

By now, Shalini was near me. I could smell her scent. It was musky. “Rudra, you now know everything about me, but I understand all of this is very overwhelming. I understand if you do not wish to see me anymore, but if you still do, I’ll give you a life you have never imagined.

In return, I just need sex. Ever since I had opened my legs for others, you were the first one who gave me not just sex but the passion I yearned for. Please don’t take that away from me,” Shalini said while slowly stroking my cock.
The situation was very awkward.

The old man was looking at us while Shalini was stroking my cock. I could see on one of the screens that we were visible. Although all of this was way too much to take, my manhood was growing in her hand. Instead of this being repulsive, my mind was actually loving this.

I took a glance at Shalini and then at her hands stroking my cock. Her puffy and perfect fingers were wrapped tightly around my girth. Suddenly, an animal took over me, and I went for her lips. Shalini and I started kissing madly. In fact, I don’t think I ever grunted while kissing.

Our hands were all over each other, feeling each inch of skin. I was also slapping her ass hard, making sure it pointed towards her husband. She grabbed my hand and pulled my face further towards her, making her arch back while I shifted to her throat. This time, I was not going soft.

In fact, my kisses were like little bites, my saliva wetting her skin. Shalini was moaning, in fact, growling softly, more like a cat’s purr. Her hands were wrapped around me while mine were pressing her boobs. It was becoming hard to keep standing with so much raw passion flowing between us.

But there seemed to be nothing in the room where I could lay her. But can two people in such heat bother much? We soon made the floor our bed. While she was lying on her back, I lifted her legs and started licking her shaved pussy. It was wet, very wet. Her clit was already pushing out of the labyrinth of labia.

She was holding my face tightly on her cunt, and I was lapping all the juices flowing out. She tasted heaven. Those who know how a woman tastes and love it, she had that mildly slimy texture and the typical musk of a woman down there. In short, it was like the sweet nectar from heaven.

I must have licked her for 10 minutes, and by now, my jaws were hurting. So, I removed my face from her pussy and was preparing to enter her. She got the cue and got up and positioned herself in doggy, facing her husband. I went around to her back and started rubbing my cock at the entrance.

It was driving her crazy. And she was heaving heavily; her eyes were piercingly fixated on her husband. Even her husband, by now, was stroking his cock. After a couple of minutes of rubbing, I rammed my cock in her. This time, no mercy. Straight to the balls, and she gasped.

Shalini let out a scream, and her eyes widened as she looked back at me. But now, I had a grin on my face. I held her waist with my left hand, pushed her head to the floor with the other, lifted my right leg up while kneeling with the left one and started fucking her cunt as if an animal had taken over.

For now, I didn’t bother who it was that I was fucking. I just wanted her to scream. I wanted to see her in pain. Very soon, Shalini started screaming at the top of her voice. “Fuck, Rudra, slow. Please, go slow,” she said, almost begging.

But somehow, my eyes fell on the man. He had a wicked smile and a face covered with lust. He was loving what he saw before his eyes. Even I was enjoying the impassioned sex. The rough grunts, the hissing sounds and the slapping of meat. Together, they created a symphony of pleasure.

I don’t know how long I humped her in doggy style, but I was not done. I lifted my other leg too and started fucking her again. More like a real dog. Those who have fucked their women this way know the penetration is deeper than when you are just kneeling behind her.

Shalini’s mouth was gaping, and by now, she couldn’t even scream. She was in utter shock, but the juices around my cock narrated a different story. She had gone very sloppy, and I was loving how we were humping. Something in me told me I should cum inside her.

My balls were tightening up already. But my mind was pulling me back. I have never done it without asking a woman. But something stopped me from seeking permission, too. I knew she wouldn’t mind, but still couldn’t gather myself to take advantage.

In the milieu, my pace reduced, and Shalini understood. Women catch such emotions very easily. She quickly turned her face towards me, smiled affectionately and said, “Do it. I don’t mind.”

That was it. There was no stopping me now. My pace increased, my grip on her waist tightened. Shalini once again started screaming. “Fuck, fuck me hard, harder, fuck yes.” And in moments, I grunted like an animal and started shooting shots after shots after shots inside her.

It felt like it would never stop, and I kept filling up the beautiful woman in front of me. Must have been around nine or even ten shots, I don’t remember. All I remember was that I had beads of sweat on my forehead even inside the chilly, dungeon-like room.

Soon, we both collapsed. She lay flat on the floor on her tummy, while I just fell on her soft body. Shalini was tired, and so were we. But she had a smile on her face. A smile of satisfaction. A smile of fulfilment. Her eyes were shut, so I softly kissed her cheeks.

We were there, lying like that for some time. Then I got up first, and she followed. That very moment, she hugged me and thanked me. I, too, hugged her and thanked her. “I thank you for considering me for this role. I thank you for trusting me,” I said.

Her husband came up to us and handed us towels. He, too, thanked me and said, “I could have Shalini whenever I wished to.” And then Shalini said something that surprised me further.

She looked at her husband and said, “Honey, he is it, I guess. I guess I have found the right man to take him as a boyfriend. I don’t wish to see others anymore. I want to stick to Rudra.” I didn’t know what to say, so I kept silent. The man smiled and looked at us approvingly.

This is how my relationship with Shalini began. And we are still together. We have had several other encounters and have several other spicy tales to tell. But I guess this series should come to an end here so that the sanctity of it remains intact.

My readers, you, have shown a lot of love through emails. Thank you for that. Thank you for being patient for the last part to come out. I know you all wanted to know about the twist, and I hope I didn’t disappoint you.

I shall write other stories too, but till then, if you like what you just read, do drop me an email at [email protected]. I repeat, especially to the men, please do not mail me to ask for contact numbers of women. I won’t share. I respect privacy and believe in dignity. Thanks for reading.