A married Kolkata woman wants to explore – Part 2

Hi everyone, back with yet another experience with Shalini, a 48-year-old hungry cougar in Kolkata. She took me to a deserted lane and sucked me until I came in her mouth.

For those who are reading me for the first time, do check the earlier story. I am Rudra, a 33-year-old man from Kolkata who came into contact with Shalini. I have since explored sex in various ways with her.

In this episode, I am about to share yet another encounter with this milky white, curvy Marwadi woman. Picking up from where the last story ended. Shalini dropped me off at my home and said, “Don’t think I’m done with you. The next time we meet, you have to return the favour. Wait for my text.”

I walked off a happy man as she sped off like a fairy. Or at least that’s what I thought about her after getting that intense blowjob. At night, all I could think of was how I missed my chance at opening her bra or even her pants. Will she text me back?

Should I drop a text? But then, she did say that she is not done with me, right? So, I should stay calm and not show too much interest, I told myself. But I was dying to text her at the same time. I wanted to scream and tell her, “Damn, I want to enter between your legs.”

But also not seem too desperate. So, after a lot of contemplation, I just dropped a text saying, “Hey! Just wanted to say you blew my mind today. I never had such an experience before.” The message turned blue instantly, but there was no response from the other end.

In fact, Shalini went offline without replying, sending me into a tizzy. Did she not like what happened today? Did I blow it off? My mind was all murky. I so wanted to drop another text, but instead, I waited. But there came no response, at least not that night.

The next morning, I was anxious. Thought of dropping another text, but somehow managed. It went by like this for a few days. Deep inside, I had started to feel a sense of regret. If only I had tugged her hook.

At least I could have managed to have a glimpse of those boobs waiting to pop out of that Victoria’s Secret. Well, can’t really do much if she doesn’t respond, right? It was the third day since our car encounter, and I hadn’t heard from her. But just then, exactly like the last time, she dropped a text on Telegram.

It seems telepathy actually is strong. “Remember what I had said?” I was then in the office and literally jumped out of my seat and responded, “You are not done with me yet and want me to return the favour. Trust me, I can’t wait to repay.”

“Oh really?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am”, I replied. Yes ma’am? What the… Am I losing my ground to her? But it was already too late. She took a cue and typed out a message real quick. “Alright then. My husband is out for work, and the house is empty. I want you here in an hour,” she wrote.

In an hour? I am in the office and it’s just 12 noon. How can I be there in an hour? But what do I tell her, or even at the office? I can’t really miss the chance either. After all, I have been waiting for this for a while now. My hands trembled.

I started typing, beads of sweat formed on my forehead and almost as if under some spell, I replied, “Ok ma’am.” I’ve never behaved so obediently with any woman ever before. For instance, the dusky-skinned woman of Jadavpur who stayed naked all day and obeyed my commands.

But what is happening now? Thoughts filled my mind as I glanced towards the watch. Time is ticking already; the distance between Salt Lake and Alipore is quite a lot. I’d better get going if I want a taste of heaven, I told myself.

So, I got up from my chair, walked up to my boss and made a distressed face to tell him I am feeling unwell. The sweaty forehead helped me strengthen my case. My boss looked at my face, and god knows what happened to that devil incarnate.

He got all worked up and said I should immediately leave for home. He even offered me a drop, but I was quick enough to say I could manage to go home by myself. It’s been barely 10 minutes since my message to Shalini, and I was out of the office. I checked Telegram, and she had already sent her address.

I booked a cab and literally jumped into it. On my way, I kept thinking what could be waiting for me? Would I be able to see her tits today? Or maybe rub my face on her ass? Maybe a finger inside her pussy? God! I couldn’t wait to reach Alipore.

Midway, my phone notification broke my daze, and I saw Shalini’s text. I opened it to read it. “How far are you?” I looked out. I was almost near her home. “10 more minutes and I’ll be there.”

“Fine. Once here, Ramdin, our helper, will let you in. Tell the guard at the gate you are the new teacher for my daughter. Ramdin shall guide you upstairs to my room. Just walk in,” she wrote.

Fuck, she said, the house is empty, but then this Ramdin is there. No luck for sure, I told myself. In no time, the cab came to a screeching halt outside a palatial building in Alipore. I was right, Shalini did belong to an affluent family. Through the gate, I could even see the red Audi A4 she was driving last time.

After paying the fare, I walked up to the gate. I told the security guard that I was the new teacher for the child. He buzzed the intercom inside and then opened the gate for me. The garden was huge, filled with flowers I didn’t know the names of and trees I didn’t know existed.

The path leading to the house was pebbled, and adding a cherry on top was a marble fountain just near the entrance. I was so mesmerised by the beauty around that I almost forgot why I had come. Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. It was coming from the second floor.

I glanced up and saw Shalini looking at me through a glass window. She was stark naked. Her boobs pressed against the glass panes. Damn, she looked hot. But before I could react, she quickly hid behind the curtains, and I didn’t waste time.

I walked up to the door and even before knocking, a man, in his sixties, greeted me with folded hands.

“Aiye sahab, memsahab upar intezaar kar rahi hai. Teesri maale pe dahine taraf (Please come in, Sir, madame is waiting for you upstairs. Turn to your right at the second floor),” he said. From the way he spoke, I could understand that it was Ramdin.

I nodded and started walking up the flight of stairs towards which he pointed. I had only seen such wide staircases in movies. This was no less than a palace. While climbing up the stairs, my eyes fell on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It must have been at least four floors high.

The staircase ended soon, and I found my steps following another flight of stairs ahead of it. I remembered seeing Shalini at the second-floor window. I paced up a bit and finally reached the second floor and turned right. There was just one door.

Just as I was about to hold the knob and push it, a familiar voice hit me. “Come in, Rudra. I have been waiting for you.” It was Shalini. I knew I was entering the right room, so without batting an eyelid, I pushed my way in and gasped.
Inside, the room was big, like literally huge.

The windows had netted curtains, carefully hiding behind cherry red drapes. The room was bright with its off-white walls and elegant, straight out of some classy English movie about the dukes and their beautiful duchesses. But it’s not just the rooms that hit me.

At the farthest end was a bed, sprawling to say the least, and right beside it was a green chair with a high back and a matching leg rest in front of it. On it was Shalini, naked, her legs spread wide, resting on the cushioned leg rest. What a sight.

Her milky white boobs, 36 D I guessed, coupled with dark perky nipples and a pair of equally dark areolas. Literally making her tits stand out. Her thick thighs spread wide, and her pussy, which looked already wet, was gasping for attention.

“What are you waiting for? Remember? It’s my turn to be satisfied today. Come close, Rudra,” she said in an alluring yet firm voice. I soon found my feet dragging me towards the beautiful being. She now looked nothing less than a sex goddess to me.

Soon, I was kneeling before her, my face looking pointedly at her shimmering pussy. It was shaved, not a trace of pubic hair anywhere, glistening with her juices. The pink walls inside peek through the labyrinth of labia. She pushed her ass closer to the edge of the chair.

She held my head lovingly and pulled it closer to her pussy. I was ready to take her to heaven, but before I started to eat her, I exhaled a warm breath, sending shivers down her spine. I could feel her grip firming on my head and pulling it closer.

This is a trick I had learnt long back — not to give the ultimate pleasure too soon. Instead, teasing a woman’s pussy has a better effect. So, I first kissed her inner thighs, a little lightly in the beginning, then vigorously. I could see her already squeezing her left boob.

I knew the time was right, but still ignored the clit and flicked my tongue along the labia. With every strong lick, she let out moans of pleasure, her breathing growing stronger each time. I could feel the tug on my head. Her hands were trying to position me towards the clit, but I wasn’t done teasing her.

Instead, I started using my tongue a little below the pussy opening. This time, Shalini literally squealed in pleasure, her hand squeezing her left boob hard enough to leave an imprint. I could feel her juices gushing out of the opening. The cushion already had a wet spot.

She must have had an orgasm already, else why would the liquid flow out of the opening so seamlessly? But one should never tease more than needed. Teasing also should come to an end. So, by now, it was time to deliver the pleasure she sought. I shifted closer to the clitoris, which was pointing outwards.

I knew this would be an easy job. But instead of licking it, I gave it a hard flick with the tip of my tongue. Shalini now literally put all her might, grabbed my hair and held my face to her clitoris. There was no escape anymore; I had to please the woman at any cost.

Another trick that one of the women I had slept with had taught me was to suck the clitoris rather than lick it. As if it were a small penis, I cupped my lips and started sucking her clitoris hard, mercilessly. As if I would suck it out of her pussy. Shalini was now beginning to push my head away.

But I held on hard; the strong sucking was driving her crazy, and by now she was shrieking in pleasure. My mouth was full of saliva and her juices, which I was allowing to dribble slowly down the pussy opening. She was losing control over her body, tapping on my head to stop.

But I was in no mood to obey. I kept sucking her clitoris, while her thighs started squeezing my head from the sides. There was no let-up whatsoever, although her juices had now covered my face. The nectar was sweet with a tangy aftertaste, and I kept lapping it up.

Soon, I felt her thighs trembling; at first a little gently and then as if two powerful vibrators were affixed to them. I knew a big blast was on its way. I increased the pace at which I was sucking her, her whole body now shaking uncontrollably.

Any moment now, so I shifted to the pussy opening and stuck my tongue inside. This made her jump out in ecstasy, but I managed to hold her down. But all that tongue work was too much to take. So she once again grabbed my hair and held it tightly to her pussy.

She started screaming out in pleasure and filled my mouth with her juices before collapsing on the chair like a tired tigress. At some point, I felt her grip loosening, so I lifted my face, my mouth filled with her juices. It was now my turn to give her what she had given me the last time.

I kept looking into her eyes and gulped down her juices and licked my fingers while she looked on admiringly. Still breathing heavily from the orgasm, Shalini somehow managed to ask me to kiss her. I obliged, and we locked our lips passionately for minutes.

When the kiss broke, I could see her eyes welling up. She got up from the chair and held me tightly in her embrace and whispered, “I’ve never felt this before. Thank you, Rudra, thank you for making me feel complete.” I kissed her neck and said, “Pleasure’s all mine.”

We had both lost sense of time, but when her eyes fell on the clock, she gasped. It was time for her daughter to come home. She had guilt in her eyes. She wanted to treat the man who gave her so much pleasure with something more, but she is also a mother.

Before she could speak out, I planted a kiss on her lips and said, “It’s not a goodbye, is it? I’ll come back some other time and complete what we are leaving unfinished.”

She once again hugged me tightly and promised to please me for hours at some place where there wouldn’t be any hindrance. We spent some time wrapping our arms around each other, and then I got ready to leave. She was kind enough to wipe her juices off my face.

Once clean, she planted a kiss on my cheeks and said, “We’ll meet again soon.” For that day, I left, but very soon, we had a blast. But more of that in the next episode.

Till then, if you like what you just read, do drop me a message at [email protected]. I love conversations as long as they are not for asking phone numbers of women I have slept with. So, thanks. The next part will be uploaded soon. Hope you guys keep reading.