Note:
Thanks to MasterBlogman for editing the story.
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Hi, my name is Annupama, a 44-year-old working woman. I got married at the age of 23. Despite being twenty years of marriage, I am not happy at all. Oftentimes, my husband drinks and raises his hand to me. Also, my husband and I sleep in separate rooms and there has been no physical relationship for ages.
I have a daughter who currently is studying engineering in Bangalore, and after she left, I was all alone. although my job keeps me busy during the day. But at the end of last year, I met Deep at an office conference. This was a breath of fresh air in my life.
We were lovers in college life. Due to a huge misunderstanding, our relationship broke up after college. Later I realized it was a terrible mistake and have regretted it all my life, although there was nothing, I could do about it. We both were married. However, the sudden contact after so many years was a great deal. At last, we could talk, and I could share my feelings.
One day, Deep asked me to meet with him. He used to live all alone in a rented flat in Kolkata due to his job, and the flats around him were mostly locked, nobody lives there. Despite how badly I wanted to be close to him, I did not have the courage to do that.
I was a shy, conservative woman, up until one morning when I had a fierce argument with my husband. it was way beyond my tolerance, so I left a note and boldly left for Kolkata to meet my old lover. I was not sure what I was doing or why I was doing it.
I took a train and reached Kolkata. On the way, I called Deep and told him everything.
As I got off the train, I saw Deep standing at the platform. Seeing Deep after such a long time was like a dream for me, I never thought that I would ever meet him again in this life. I wanted to hug him tightly, cry on his shoulder and beg him to take me back in his life. But since we were in a public place, I somehow controlled my emotions. Then, we took a cab straight to his flat.
Arriving at the flat in Jadavpur on the 38
th
floor, I saw that it was beautifully decorated. From the balcony I could almost see every corner of Kolkata. It looked simply amazing.
Deep already had taken a leave from his work, and decided to cook lunch for both of us. I was very tired and hungry so I decided to take a shower.
My sarong was dirty and sweat-stained from the long train ride, and I had not had brought any dresses with me. In fact, I didn't even think I would be staying with Deep. So, he gave me one of his shirts and a Lungi to wear for the time being. After my shower, I put on his shirt without putting my bra back on, but keeping my panties on, I draped the piece of loincloth around my hips and groin.
As I came out, I posed for him, we both laughed, joked, talked and had lunch together. During that moment, I had forgotten my pain, sorrow and every worst possible moment I was living in.
After lunch, I went to a room to take some rest. As I was about to close the door, Deep walked in with a bottle of water. I had already unbuttoned a couple of buttons from the top and my deep cleavage was out. Seeing that, he let the bottle slip from his hand and roll over to my feet.
As I bent over and picked up the bottle, the gap between my breasts widened. I didn't realize that since I had no experience wearing a shirt. So, I picked up the bottle and put it on the side table.
But, when I again looked into his eyes, I realized his eyes were on my half popped out tits. I could see his lust for my body in his eyes. Before I could react, he looked me in the eyes, placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me against the door. His touch and breath made me breathe heavily. I could not take my eyes from his, as some part of me, wanted him to touch me, feel me and make love to me, just like old days. I whispered, "What are you doing, Deep?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine. I too didn't resist or obstruct him; maybe I could not stop my longings. I was drawn to him like a magnet, like in college life. All these years of hunger came out of me and I started kissing him back.
I placed my both hands on his shoulders, caressing his back with one hand and my other hand was playing with his hair on the back of his head. Soon his tongue moved inside my mouth, I too responded and started sucking his tongue and saliva from it.
As usual, like old times, while kissing, Deep moved his hands onto my half open breasts and slowly started to unbutton the rest of my shirt. Ignoring the fact, I kept kissing and sucking his tongue, wanting to satisfy the hunger of so many years. Once done, he slid the shirt off my shoulders, making me topless.
After almost more than ten minutes of kissing, Deep slowly broke the kiss and ran his hands around my waist. With one firm pull, he undid my Lungi. It immediately dropped to the floor and left me standing in my only panties.
Then quickly grabbing my breasts, he gave them a firm squeeze and asked, "Are your tits still the same 34, have they not increased even a bit? Did you not let other men in your office use them?"
I lowered my head in shame. My cheeks became red, and I wanted to cover my face. But as I moved up my hands, Deep blocked them, raised them upwards, and pushed me more firmly against the wall. This was his old habit, which I already knew, so I just closed my eyes and dramatically said, "Please Deep."
Deep leaned forward again, buried his face in my armpit, and started giving long, long licks. I felt a shiver down my spine, my legs got weaker, yet I enjoyed such pleasure. Deep had licked me like several times in college life, and he expected me to keep my whole body smooth and clean for him. Even today I kept maintaining myself just like that. I did not leave a single trace of hair anywhere on my hands, feet, armpits, and vagina.
After licking my armpits for a while, Deep moved his face to my nipples. I felt tingling in every part of my body. With one hand, he was holding my hands; his mouth was occupied with my nipples, and his other hand moved between my legs. Moving aside my panties, he shoved his fingers inside my pussy.
I was already wet because, after marriage, this was the first time I was standing naked in front of a person who was not my husband, and most importantly, because of the way he was touching, kissing, and sucking my armpits and nipples. I could not control myself and smiled and moaned, "Oh!"
My breaths became heavier, and all I did was look at him and watch him play with my naked body. I enjoyed it and let out loud moans with heavy breaths as he kept working with my body.
After some time, Deep released my hands, slowly moved down, pulled my panties down and looked at me. It was the last shred of fabric on my body. I stepped out of the panties quickly, standing in front of him completely naked.
During college life, we did everything except fucking. He pressed, squeezed, and ate my boobs in private and in parks. He made me get naked and dance for him in his hostel room. He licked my whole body and fingered me to orgasm. I also took his fat cock in my hand, stroked it, and sucked in many weird hidden places. I learned how to suck cock by twisting my tongue from Deep. He deposited his cum into my mouth, even making me lick it from the floor. That day, after so many years, he made me naked again.
He pushed one of my legs up onto his shoulder and placed his mouth on my pussy. As my thighs rested on his shoulder, I grabbed his head to balance. He moved his both hands on my ass and slapped hard.
"Ouch, why are you beating me?"
"You bitch, you're just going to stand here with your pussy out, or you'd start begging me to eat it."
"Please, don't make me do that." I begged.