A married Kolkata woman wants to explore – Part 3

Welcome back to another part of my journey with the charming and vivacious Marwadi woman, Shalini, in Kolkata. Those who have read the earlier two stories will know that I am Rudra. I came into contact with Shalini through a Telegram group. Those who haven’t, please read the earlier parts.

Picking up from where I left off last time. So, Shalini wanted to meet me at her sprawling home in Alipore, and that led to a cunnilingus like never before. Her juices oozed out so much that the sofa she was seated on had a wet spot.

But we had to stop because it was time for her daughter to come home. But she promised we would have unhindered fun.

Shalini is 48, as most of you already know, a mother, a wife and a daughter-in-law. But she craves more. She yearns to explore the world of sexuality, and I seem to have somehow fit in.

After the car blowjob and the cunnilingus, I had started craving for more. I wanted to have more of Shalini. I wanted to touch that skin, feel her parts and rub myself on her naked body.

But after the last meet, it was a long wait. We did speak on texts. Sometimes teasing each other, sharing some photos too. In short, we were getting close. From just normal snaps, things had literally taken a turn towards nudes.

Somehow, we both trusted each other and stopped using timers on the chats. I am glad I could give Shalini that space. Otherwise, in the world we live in, it’s difficult for people to express their desires freely. For women, it’s tougher.
It must have been over a month, and I was craving to meet her.

I had even told Shalini about it. Maybe a coffee date? But she couldn’t. Not that she didn’t wish to, but ‘mothers can’t be choosers.’ Deep within Shalini was also craving for my touch. She had even told me that she was feeling guilty, but things kept getting delayed.

However, one fine morning, Shalini had a plan. Shalini’s grandfather lives in Kharagpur. He’s old and wouldn’t shift to Kolkata with the rest of the family. He lives alone, and she’s been wanting to meet him for a while now. “Would you travel with me to Kharagpur?” she asked.

I usually take a few leaves, so managing a small block shouldn’t be a problem. But then, to the grandfather’s home? Really? However, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no and wanted to meet her desperately. She assured me he lives alone and that he’s too old to move around, and the house has many rooms.

I left the rest to fate and agreed to the plan. Today, when I think about it, I feel it was probably the best decision of my life. Little did I know back then that I was up for experiences I’ve never had before. I told my folks the office is sending me on a tour and left for Kharagpur on a Friday after a half day at the office.

We were to spend the weekend there. I had the address, so reaching wasn’t an issue. By the time I reached, it was evening. The house is slightly away from the main city. Those who have been to Kharagpur would know the air there is different.

In winter, it’s chilly, and a light jumper is mandatory from at least the end of October. I was prepared with mine, as it was already December and upon reaching the house, I found out it’s a slightly secluded property.

A sprawling garden, but mostly overgrown, and a big but old house standing at one corner of the property. From the outside, the house looked tired and worn out. It was evident that not many people lived there. I walked up to the door and rang the bell.

While waiting, I took a glance around and saw that the property is mostly dimly lit. It must have been a while because I had started to feel cold standing outside, but the moment I was about to ring the bell, the doors opened. It was Shalini herself.

“Hey, I am so sorry, you must be getting cold. Actually, all the house helpers are on leave, and it took me a while to open.” Shalini kept talking really fast, and all I could do was keep staring at her with a smile on my face. Suddenly, she realised I was feeling cold but still standing outside.

“I am so stupid! I can do the talking later, please come in,” she said and pulled me by my hand. She could feel my skin had gotten cold. “Ishh! You are getting cold,” she said and quickly wrapped me in a hug.

If I could tell my readers how it felt. Shalini was wrapped in a warm shawl, and when she hugged me, she literally pulled me inside the shawl and wrapped it around me, and we just stood like that. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The warmth was so overwhelming. It just melted me.

At this point, there was no eroticism whatsoever. It felt very comfortable, very own. We must have hugged for minutes together. Then both of us realised it’s getting awkward. I was the first one to move, and she followed.

“I’ll get you some coffee, but first let me show you to your room,” Shalini said.
I nodded and followed her up a flight of stairs. The house was big, but I could not hear anybody speaking, and I was finally sanguine we won’t be heard.

I asked Shalini about her grandfather. She said he’s resting and we will meet him later. “Sure,” I said and kept following her. The house has two floors. My room was on the first floor. Farthest corner, sprawling like that one usually gets to see at government circuit houses.

Inside, the room felt warm, and I saw a heater smiling from one end of the room. The bed was neatly made, and the room smelled very beautiful. There were fresh flowers in the vase on the side table and towels neatly kept on the bed. It looked as if I had entered a hotel room.

“I hope you liked the room. I tried to make it a little welcoming, but I don’t know,” Shalini softly said while not looking into my eyes. And constantly kept ‘fixing’ things. For instance, she tried fixing one of the gerberas in the vase and moved the towel an inch inside from the side.

I could sense she was nervous, wanted to make things perfect and felt so precious. Taking the bag off my shoulders, I paced up to Shalini and hugged her from behind. “The room looks perfect. You did a great job. Trust me, I like it,” I whispered into her ear.

As if by a spell, my words calmed Shalini, and she collapsed into my arms. This time, it was probably her chance at feeling my warmth. My face was near her neck, and she was resting her head on my shoulder. It was bliss. My arms wrapped around her from behind while her hands rested beneath mine.

Very soon, we both sensed that we had started to sway. As if some music was playing and we were mesmerised by its tune. Once again, we must have been like that for long enough before Shalini literally jolted out of the embrace. “Let me get you a cup of coffee,” she said and darted out of the room.

I was embarrassed myself. Did I go a little too far? But I have literally seen this woman naked, licked her pussy, and she has given me my life’s best blowjob. Then how could a hug get overwhelming? Maybe it’s been a while since the last time I told myself.

I headed to the washroom to get changed into something more comfortable.
I wore fresh clothes and applied some aftershave on my shaved cheeks. It always makes a woman go mmm… I made sure I was clean after the journey and prepared for Shalini.

When I stepped out, I saw Shalini standing with the coffee and wearing a smile on her face. I was obliged and started sipping the coffee. Honestly, I wasn’t used to the Kharagpur winters and was longing for some hot beverage. We then sat and chatted for a while. When it was time, we went for dinner.

There wasn’t anyone there, so Shalini herself served the food. I saw the menu had mushrooms and quickly remembered that we had once spoken about our food choices. I looked at her and smiled. She had a smirk on her face, one that tells, “This is just the beginning.”

Dinner was mostly chatting once again. I got to know some details about her family, and I shared some of mine, but I won’t bore my readers with that. Once done, I offered her my help to move the dishes to the kitchen, but she literally pushed me and asked me to head to my room.

I have a habit of walking after dinner, so I asked if I could go to the terrace for some time. I don’t know what she thought for a moment, and kept quiet for some time before saying “sure” pretty casually. I didn’t question that and walked up to the terrace.

It was cold, but this time I was prepared with warm clothes. A brisk walk is always good after dinner, plus, you never know what could happen in such situations. You would always want to feel light before getting action at night (wink).

The terrace was big but once again dimly lit. Just one light at the door while the rest of it was all dark. Yet, I could see shadows of big trees all along the boundaries of the terrace. It was silent too, just the crickets. I am not afraid of the dark, so I started walking.

After about two rounds, I felt lighter and reached into my pockets for my pack of cigarettes. I took one out and then hunted for the light. Where did I keep it? I tried tapping all the pockets and then remembered that I forgot to bring it with me to the terrace.

I was just about to turn when suddenly a hand lit a lighter in front of the cigarette, and I took a puff. Honestly, this had scared me a bit, thanks to the surroundings. But a glance at the hand was reassuring as I recognised it.
Once the cigarette was lit, the lighter went off.

I was just about to take a long drag when I felt her other hand grab my cock from above my pants, really hard. It was almost at the same time when Shalini pressed her body against mine, and I could feel her round tits pressing hard against me.
I quickly turned around and was shocked. It was cold out here on the terrace, but Shalini was naked. She wasn’t even shivering, standing boldly, wearing her birth suit. I was stunned. I tried to hug her in an embrace, but she wasn’t interested.

Instead, she came close. “I always wanted to get fucked on this terrace. Please make that happen,” she said. She pulled the cigarette from my mouth and started taking long puffs. Shalini’s words have always turned me on. I couldn’t resist anymore. I went straight for her lips.

But something felt off. What’s that smell? She understood that I had gotten a whiff and said, “Sorry, I had to sip some brandy for this,” and bit her lips to show she was sorry. I smiled and locked lips with her. She was hungry, very hungry, and the way she started kissing was making it all the more evident.

We must have kissed for a while, and little did I realise that we had pushed to a dark corner of the roof. When the kiss broke, she started unzipping me. “I have been waiting for this cock ever since that day in the car,” Shalini said while biting her lips. Soon, my manhood popped out and hit her face.

She let out a giggle and started hungrily gobbling it. This woman surely knows how to suck. I couldn’t resist and let out a moan. Even in that cold, Shalini managed to keep me hot with her skills. Who would say she’s 48? Anyway. She kept sucking me just till the point where it was enough to thicken the juices.

When she stood up, she had a wicked smile on her face, and before I could react, she turned around. Bending on the boundary, Shalini spread her legs and looked back at me. “Have you ever fucked an escort?” she asked. I hadn’t and nodded negatively.

She smiled and said, “Then today is that day when you’ll fuck one,” she said, and with her left hand spread her left ass cheek. Those who know her stats, Shalini has a huge ass. It is almost impossible to resist her offer, and I had no mood to stop myself either.

I quickly positioned myself between her legs and started rubbing her pussy from behind. She was literally oozing at that moment. I knew this would be easy. But I was also in the mood to tease, so I started rubbing the entrance with my cock.
I could hear her moans growing louder and see her body moving differently.

This was it. I made the most of the moment and, without any warning, slid my cock straight into her pussy. Shalini let out a gasp, and her body moved ahead due to the thrust. But she repositioned herself and started swaying her ass. I held her waist and played along, but soon started thrusting my cock in and out.

Now this is where an experienced woman is different from a young girl. While I was thrusting her, she made sure to move her ass in such a way that the thumps grew stronger. Basically, when I was pulling out, she was moving her ass forward. When I was thrusting in, she was moving her ass towards me.

Perfect sync. But I didn’t realise that the thumping was so intense that our flesh had started slapping against each other, making the most desired sound two people in heat love to hear. I slowed down. What if Shalini’s grandfather could hear us?

Shalini felt the pace slowing down and looked back. “Don’t slow down, Rudra, fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch.”

“But your grandfather?”

Shalini started laughing. “Just fuck me like a whore will you?”

I was confused. Didn’t Shalini come to Kharagpur to meet her grandfather? I didn’t know what to concentrate on at that moment, so I just stopped thinking. I then lifted one of her legs to the boundary wall and started fucking her mercilessly.

At some time, I started pulling her hair, and Shalini began screaming at the top of her voice. Luckily, the house was at a deserted corner of the street, and the nearest residence was at least 500 metres from there. The corner of the roof where we were fucking was dark, so the fear of being seen was nil.

What could be a better setup? After taking it for almost 15 minutes, Shalini wanted to catch her breath. She asked me to stop, but by then something beastly had entered me. I was in no mood to pay heed. “Rudra, please,” she said, but I didn’t stop.

I kept thumping her hard, sending ripples on her chubby ass every time our skin touched. She understood I won’t stop and then did what only experienced women know. Even while I was fucking her, Shalini reached out and grabbed my balls tenderly and started squeezing them.

This built up tension inside my shaft and soon I felt the urge to cum. I didn’t stop fucking but told Shalini that I was about to cum. She smiled again, this time tiredly. When I was almost there, I pulled out, and she knelt before me and stuck out her tongue.

She even lifted her boobs and looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer and grabbed her hair with my left hand and shook my cock on her face with the right. Spurt after spurt started hitting Shalini’s face. Some strands went to her hair. Others dribbled down her face and into her mouth.

Some even fell directly on her tongue. I lost count of spurts, but Shalini remained patient until the last drop. When no more came out, I looked at Shalini. I literally created an artwork on her face, and the canvas was all smiles.
Until now, none of us realised how cold it had gotten.

But now, it started hitting the skin. We both decided to rush downstairs. Still wet from my cum facial, Shalini confidently walked down the stairs naked. Her ass was swinging all the while. I couldn’t keep my eyes off, but suddenly remembered. “Shalini, your grandfather?”

Shalini stopped midway, turned around and gave me a wicked smile. What she said next blew my mind. I guess you (my readers) will have to wait for the next part to know what Shalini said.

Till then, if you like what you just read, do drop me a message at [email protected]. I repeat, especially to the men, please do not email me to ask for contact numbers of women. I won’t share. I respect privacy and believe in dignity.