Hello, this is Atul, and here’s an experience of mine for all my friends who often ask me to write about my new experiences.
I was on my way back from Vashi (Navi Mumbai ) by a private AC bus. It wasn’t particularly crowded—one of those quiet journeys where time moves more slowly than usual. The man seated next to me was a reading Star of Pune basically from Mangalore.
After a while, once he finished, I asked if I could take a look. He nodded with a slight smile and handed it over.
A few pages in, I felt the urge for a smoke. Though the bus was almost empty, I decided to wait for lonavala. When the bus stopped I got up, I casually asked him, “Do you smoke?”
He paused for a second, then got up and said, “Yeah, sometimes.”
That’s how I met Kunal.
We stood by the hotels smoking zone, the wind rushing in, the rhythmic clatter of the road beneath us. He looked around 40—regular build, slightly receding hairline, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. But there was a calmness about him.
We introduced each other while we lit the cigarette. Soon after we finished smoking and some snacks, the bus left lonavala, his phone rang – it was a video call. He answered without hesitation. On the screen was his lovely wife. He smiled, softened almost instantly, and said, “Hey, I’m on the bus.”
Then, almost casually, he turned the phone slightly toward me and said, “This is Atul, my friend on the bus.”
“Hey Atul, this is Priya,” he turned the phone towards me.
I gave an awkward little wave. She smiled politely. She had a round face, and it looked like she was getting ready or going somewhere with lipstick and a large bindi with a design. It was a brief, normal interaction – but something about it felt unusually open for someone who had just met me minutes ago.
But Kunal started opening up as if it was very natural. He spoke about his business—how he dealt with wholesale merchants, managing logistics, and ensuring goods reached retailers on time.
He mentioned his family, his daughter, and her studies.“She just turned 19,” he said, and there was a different kind of pride in his voice.
He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures from her birthday. In between all of this, he said, “You will like my family .”
It didn’t feel forced. Just casually sincere. By the time we reached Kalyani Nagar stop, it felt like I had known him longer than just a train journey. We shook hands, exchanged numbers, and went our separate ways. I didn’t think much of it after that.
Until the next weekend, he called. “Hey Atul, are you free this evening?”
There was a brief pause before I answered, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Come to Kalyani Nagar. There’s a pub I usually go to. Let’s meet.”
Curiosity got the better of me. That evening, amidst the noise and lights of Pune roads, I found him sitting at a corner table in the pub with a beer in front of him and yet to be opened. He waved me over like we were old friends.
“What do you like?” He asked.
“Some beer today,” I replied.
We ordered a beer tower and exchanged the usual small talk. He was as relaxed as he had been on the bus. However, after a moment of silence, he leaned slightly forward, looked me straight in the eye, and said –
“There’s something I need to tell you”
And that’s when he revealed a secret.
“Recently, around 2pm, my wife took a nap. After that, she remembered some dresses and went upstairs to check the rooms. There she saw my daughter giving a blowjob to her boyfriend – the door was unlocked, she witnessed it clearly. They weren’t nude, and her daughter sucked it like that’s not her first time. She sucked like a pro until she made him cum and got a shot of protein.”
“She immediately came back downstairs and started making some coffee. Within a few minutes, both my daughter and her boyfriend came downstairs as if nothing had happened.”
“Did your wife ask them about anything?” I asked.
“No,” she said. She was overwhelmed and couldn’t talk. She just asked if he needed some coffee, but he said no and left immediately. However, my daughter asked for a strong coffee.”
I continued to look at him to hear what he said next.
“Actually, to tell you frankly, we don’t have that much sex”
“Why?” I asked
“There’s no particular reason. Priya and I have a good understanding, and earlier we used to have a lot of sex. And later on, as our daughter started growing up, Priya was into Maithili’s schools, exams and other things. I was occupied with business. And everything was flowing, it didn’t hit us that we weren’t having much sex.”
He continued, “But now all her desires have been re-ignited. She wants to have a full night of sexual fun, if not with me, then with any young man. When we met earlier, this thought appeared when I saw you, and at that time, my wife called. Later, I spoke to her, and she is ok to go ahead with you.”
Before I could answer, he himself presumed it to be yes and said,
“Ok, you agree, right. If so, and if you are free this evening, we can go straight away to my home. My daughter has gone trekking with her friends, and she won’t be home tonight.
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“Ok, but I can’t come like this. I came directly from s function, let me go home, have a quick shower and will change, after that I can head towards your home.” I told.
His home was some 15 minutes from mine. He said, “That’s fine. Meanwhile, I have some work on the way. I will finish it off by the time you come.
I got home to freshen up, wore a baggy pair of pants and a loose shirt and headed towards Kunal’s home. It was just past dusk, and Kunal was waiting for me near the gate. He waved me over.
It’s a decent duplex home in a quiet neighbourhood. I went in, and by the time I settled down, I saw Priya coming to the hall with a glass tumbler of water.
Priya is a 37-year-old, round-faced lady with a curvy body. With a smiling cute face, she sat on the sofa beside Kunal. She wore a designer saree with a deep back and a deep neck blouse. She had a glow and curiosity in her eyes that were observing all over.
“Looks like just in the video call, fresh and glowing, isn’t it?” She commented about me looking at her hubby.
She being that open meant I didn’t have to hold back.
“You have a nice and curvy body, and you look quite young”, I told my true opinion about her.
“Huh, but I feel I’m already getting old. Today’s younger generation is lucky to get everything, and I am already feeling outdated.” Priya replied.
And soon she shifted to, “By the way, what do you like to have? Coffee, tea or badam milk?”
“It is homemade badam powder, she makes it herself by putting kesri and all”, Kunal added.
“Ok then, let me have it”, I decided.
She went away towards the kitchen, and there was a door between the hall and the dining room. As I was watching her round ass sway away, Kunal looked at me, with a wink, he signalled me to go in. I went in, and I saw Priya in the kitchen.
She had tucked her saree in such a way that it clearly exposed the shape of her ass. I went in and hugged her from behind. I felt a chill in her body when she was slowly rubbing her waist. I slowly took my hand upwards to feel her boobs; they looked massive at 38B. My dick started getting hard and hitting her ass.
She switched off the stove and turned towards me. Looking deep into my eyes, she held my face and started to smooch. She was smooching as if she were doing it with her ex-boyfriend after a long time. After a full ten minutes of eating my mouth and holding my dick over my pants, she finally paused.
She looked at me with hunger in her eyes, and within a second, she bent down. By the time she was down, she had skillfully taken my dick out. She started to lick from the bottom to the tip of my dick, slowly circled the head and came back down. She did this skillfully a few more times and then took the whole head into her mouth.
Priya started blowing me out, with each stroke she took my dick more into her mouth and sucked like a pro. After a while, I held her over her wavy hair and mouth fucked her at the fastest pace. I didn’t care while she aged and then slowed down so that she could take her breath.
She looked at me like a slut and then started to suck my balls while looking at her hubby, who was sitting on the dining chair and watching his wife blow me. And then she started to suck me again with full energy for another five minutes. I declared that I’m cumming.
She immediately shifted the rhythm of sucking to slow but full strokes. I erupted completely into her mouth, and she gulped it all. She stood up, heated the badam milk for a minute, and had a glassful for herself. “Wow! This feels fantastic!” She exclaimed.
And then, looking at me apologetically, she handed me a glass and kept another glass on the table for Kunal, who had already cum but was still watching us with excitement.
“I will prepare some food for us. Do you like baby corn?” asked Priya. Meanwhile, she asked if I needed a shot of coffee, and she came with a tray full of fried snacks, all prepared by her. She was as good at hospitality as she was at giving a blowjob.
Kunal and I chit-chatted for a while, sipping coffee. He was someone who didn’t need any subject for conversation; he could talk about anything, sometimes with his added perspectives. Meanwhile, his daughter Maithili had been to a hill station for a trek with a group of travellers along with her friends.
And she will be returning only the next morning. He showed the photos of Maithili, who was unlike her mom with a curvy body. She had a slim and athletic body with small boobs proportionate to her weight, whereas Priya had much heavier assets.
After some time, Priya came up with a tray full of baby corn manchurian. Meanwhile, Kunal stood up, went to the fridge, and got three bottles of beer. Poured in and we started enjoying the drink. I was in the recliner, and Priya was next to mine, and Kunal was sitting on the sofa.
We had crossed halfway into beer – by picking a baby corn and holding it over her mouth, Priya started to tease me, looking at me. I took another baby corn and went towards her to feed it to her mouth. She bit on it and started to come towards my lips, and another long smooth started again.
By the time we stopped kissing, she had already jumped into my seat and was lying over me with her blouse already open. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and those boobs were absolute bliss. Though heavy, it didn’t sag; it was round and conical at the nipples with hard, brown tits.
I already had my hands over it and now started to suck her boobs. “Aaaah”, she let out a moan. Meanwhile, she pushed her boobs towards me so that I could get easy access to suck on them. It was nice playing with her boobs.
I kept exchanging sucking from right to left, all the while on the other hand circling her boobs and feeling those tits. Like the last time, Priya’s hand quickly found its way towards my dick. I made her sit down while I sat on the chair.
She started playing with my dick in one hand and with the other she started caressing her boobs on my dick with the other hand. After feeling my dick touch her nipples, she started to give me a boob job. She slowly rubbed and moved her boobs around my dick while looking at me with a true hunger.
Kunal had already started to become uncomfortable with his rising dick. By the time Priya started to give me a boob job, he took his dick out and started to shag. After playing enough with my dick, while occasionally licking my dick in the middle of the boob job, she put out a good show for Kunal.
He could see his wife allowing her saree to be half-naked, and the top of her body all over my lap, which became an exciting scene for Kunal. By the time I pulled her up for a lip lock, I saw that Kunal’s tiny dick had already leaked once more.
“What happened, honey? Too much erotica for you?” Priya looked at Kunal and teased him. Before he could answer, “Did you already leak again? The game has just started”, she taunted her hubby and held me by my dick as if she was holding my hand, she guided me towards their bedroom.
She sat on the bed and started to suck me again. After a few minutes, I made her stand up, and she asked her husband, “Honey, can you untie this saree?” Kunal humbly started to disrobe her bottom part while I diligently sucked her round boobs, biting her hard nipples now and then.
“Why don’t you prepare your wife for me?” I asked Kunal, who was getting up, holding his wife’s panties in his hands.
Kunal looked at me, clueless. I pushed Priya onto the bed and spread her legs to see her mature pussy. I asked him to lick it well, and he immediately jumped in. Meanwhile, Priya seemed to still need my cock more. Hence, while Kunal licked her pussy she pulled me towards her and started to suck my dick again.
I believe it has been a couple of minutes. Priya pushed him with one leg to say, “That’s enough of you,” and looked at me, saying, “I need a real meat over there”
I got over her told him, “Hey, push my dick into your wife’s pussy”
As if he was waiting for my orders, he held my dick and pushed into her wet pussy.
It went in half. I slowly gave it a slight movement, and I could feel her hands holding around my shoulder tightly. While giving slight movement, I gave a jerk to my waist to push my dick in.
“Wow,” She couldn’t hold her moans back, and when I started fucking her in rhythm, it changed her moans into rhythmic interludes. She was also able to match my rhythm of fucking by moving her waist up when I went in, and down when my dick returned.
With each shot, she matched my pace, which filled the room with thap thap sounds. She wanted me to bang her with sheer force. Whenever I slowed down, she moved her hips, suggesting faster thrusts. I didn’t want this bitch to get that satisfaction easily.
I slowed down to such an extent that she could feel every stroke inside her. As I moved slowly, her body arched with her inability to hold herself up. Within a minute, while her body bent backwards like a bow, she started coming. This was an invitation for me to go hard.
I pushed her hand while the room filled with “patch.. path pach path” sounds. Her pussy started oozing like the borewell had hit a water source. Through the end of orgasm, I had to literally stop fucking her; with my every thrust, she started leaking more.
Finally, she stopped her waist movements and put all her weight onto the bed – her energy had been drained out. I could feel as if my dick was in a pool, and her wetness was so much that I wasn’t able to feel anything over my dick.
I took it out and shifted to access her mouth. “I had never experienced that. Oh my God.” She told me in a thankful tone and saw me bringing my dick towards her face. She said, “Oh, what! You haven’t cum!?”
“How can I cum this soon? Your pussy needs a lot more treatment”, I told her. As I entered her mouth, Kunal volunteered to lick her dripping pussy. Priya spread her legs wide to give him full access to his mouth.
Soon after he liked her pussy dry, I made her bend on all fours and started entering her doggy style. Her moans filled the room. I asked him if he wanted to lick the pussy while I drilled. He was overwhelmed and immediately stood up.
I told him to lie down and get under Priya. He started licking her pussy from below while I rammed his wife from behind.
After about ten minutes in the same position, I declared I’m cumming. “Her pussy is all yours”, I heard Kunal from down below. I emptied my balls into her warm pussy and unplugged my dick.
He immediately made her roll over onto her back, and he entered her leaking pussy. By the time I was about to go to the bathroom, I heard Kunal “aaaah..” The sloppy seconds were too much for him, and he ejaculated almost immediately.
We rested for a while, and then She served us dinner wearing her gown, which was united on the front. After dinner, we had two more sessions. By the time we reached our last session, it had already been 1:30. Dev had dozed off naked, holding his dick in his hand.
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