Hi, I’m Rana from Delhi. I received a request from one of my readers to write her story. The story’s written from her POV. Hope you like it.
I’m Ankita Thakur, a horny wife from Himachal Pradesh. I am 32 years old and 5 feet 1 inch tall. I have fair skin with a figure of 34-28-34 inches.
Before I got married, I had two boyfriends. My husband is a supportive person. He takes care of me emotionally and physically. I am very happy with our relationship. My husband has a 7-inch dick.
My first boyfriend was average. My second boyfriend was the best. He had an 8-inch dick. We dated for five years. Even after we broke up, we still had a connection.
I got married to my husband in July 2021. I last saw my ex-boyfriend in June 2021, before I got married. We have not been in touch since then.
Recently, my best friend got married on February 10, 2026. My husband did not attend the wedding with me because he had to work. So, I went to my parents’ house.
Then I went to the wedding, which was in my ex-boyfriend’s town. The town is 20 kilometres from my parents’ house. I arrived at my parents’ house on February 8.
During the wedding, I saw my ex-boyfriend. We looked at each other. Everything seemed okay. During the wedding rituals, I went into a room to get something. When I was leaving the room, he grabbed me from behind. I was shocked. When I turned around, it was him.
That is when it happened. I felt a hand over my mouth and another around my waist. I gasped. Then I could smell him again. He whispered into my ear, “Do not yell. It is me.” I twisted in his hold, my heart racing. When I saw him, my resistance was weakened.
The look on his face made all my defences vanish. I tried to resist. Before I could speak, his lips smashed onto mine. I sighed into the kiss, my hands flying to his chest. I was no longer in the world. He sifted up my thighs with his fingers, pulling me tight into his body.
I felt his cock pressed hard against my stomach. He whispered, “You have no idea how much I have wanted and needed this for a time.” I wish I had been stronger. I wish I had pushed him away or told him to stop. Instead, I pressed my body against his.
I whispered, “We cannot do this.” I slid my hands down to his belt buckle, fumbling with it and my senses. He gave me a laugh. Continued kissing down my neck. “Let them watch us then,” he said softly. His fingers went under my lehenga and slipped between my legs.
I could not speak. I could not breathe. I could not help it as I moaned. The day I received a text message from him, “Meet me at the highway at 2 PM. Do not tell anyone.” I should not have gone. I knew I should not have. But the truth was that I really wanted and needed this.
The journey to Manali was a bit of a blur. The moment he threw me into the vehicle and touched my leg with his hand. I felt a spark. He was tracing some pattern on my skin that made it burn. I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I felt really exposed in front of him.
He whispered, “You have no idea how many times I have thought about this. How many times have I thought about how your body is going to feel around my dick?”
I should have been really shocked and probably offended. Instead, I opened my legs a bit wider.
His fingers went under the waistband of my jeans. He could feel how wet I was. “You are really wet,” he sighed. He pushed his thumb against my clitoris through my underwear, making me feel more turned on. “You have a lot of respect for me and our relationship,” he said.
As he rubbed circles over my clitoris, my head fell back against the seat. “Please,” I asked, lifting my hips from the seat to try to get pressure on my clit.
“What do you want?” He teased me. His fingers slipped under the fabric. We finally touched. “What do you want?”
“I want your fingers inside me,” I gasped. “I want you to touch me hard.”
I did not have to ask him twice. He put two fingers inside me. I felt really full. His thumb kept rubbing my clitoris in a way. I cried out while holding the seat for support as he touched me in front of him while still driving. He was holding my thigh apart with his hand.
He growled, “Take my fingers like a girl.” I was breathing hard. He kept touching me fast. “I am going to cum,” I whimpered. My body tensed up. My orgasm started to build.
He said, “Stop it. You do not get to cum until I tell you.” I pushed my hips against his hand. He just stopped touching me. “You need to be patient,” he said softly. “We have all night long.”
The hotel room in Manali was small and warm. It smelled like pine trees. It felt really intimate. As soon as the door shut behind us, he was on me. He picked me up by my waist. Lifted me. My legs went around his waist. Then he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth.
My fingers ran through his hair as he kissed me. He bit my lips with his teeth. He said, “I have missed this. I have missed you.” I leaned into his touch, my back against the wall as he pressed his body against me, his erection straining against his jeans.
“Then take me,” I whispered, my voice shaking with desire. “Make love to me as you used to.”
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He did as I asked and started by pulling my T-shirt off. His lips moved to my nipple, and his teeth gently touched the spot before he sucked hard, making me moan. His hands were over me, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and unbuttoning my jeans.
He told me to take off my clothes. Then he pulled down my jeans and panties with his hands. I kicked them off. Stood before him naked, my pussy already wet, my clitoris throbbing with need.
His eyes seemed to darken as he looked at me, his gaze moving over my body like a touch. “You are perfect,” he said, his hands on my hips, lifting me onto the bed. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see you.”
I did what I was told, my legs falling open, my pussy feeling wet and excited. He knelt between my thighs, his breath on my skin as he leaned in with his tongue, moving up my pussy in a long motion.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my hands going to his hair, my hips pushing up wanting more. “Yes, just like that. Lick my pussy.”
He made a noise, his tongue moving around my clitoris before going inside me, making me feel like he was hungry for me. “You taste very good,” he said against my skin, his fingers pulling my lips apart so he could get to my pussy better. “I could lick this pussy all day.”
I was breathing fast, my body shaking as he ate me. His tongue touching my clitoris, his fingers going inside me, curving up, hitting a spot that made me feel dizzy. “I am going to cum,” I said, my fingers pulling his hair. “Do not stop. Please do not stop.” He did not stop.
His tongue moved on my clitoris in circles, his fingers going in and out of me. His hand is holding my thigh, keeping me open for him. “Come for me,” he said, his voice rough. “Come on, my tongue likes this.” I did.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my back arching off the bed as I cried out. My pussy clenching around his fingers, my juices flooding his mouth. He lapped at me, drinking me down his tongue, never stopping until I was a trembling, boneless mess beneath him.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he groaned, his lips glistening with my arousal as he looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I am not done with you yet.”
He stood, his hands going to his belt, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock my pussy clenching with need for his cock.
“Suck it,” he ordered, his voice rough, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, stroking his cock slowly. “Get this cock nice and wet.” I did not hesitate. I slid off the bed, kneeling before him, my hands wrapping around his thighs as I leaned in, my tongue dragging up the underside of his cock.
He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My lips are sealing around his cock, my tongue swirling over the tip of his cock.
“Damn yes,” he said, his hips moving forward quickly, his cock going deeper into my mouth. “Like that, take all of it.” I made my cheeks hollow, taking him deeper, my lips stretching around his cock. I moved my head up and down, my hands holding his butt, pulling him closer.
He tasted salty and perfect. I wanted more. “That is it,” he said, his fingers holding my hair tightly, guiding me, moving his cock in my mouth with thrusts. “Suck my cock like you really mean it, show me how much you have missed it.”
I made a sound around him, the vibration making him groan, his cock moving in my mouth. I pulled back my lips, coming off the head with a sound, my hand around the base. I looked up at him, my eyes looking into his.
“I have missed it,” I said, my voice barely loud enough to hear. “I have missed you.”
His eyes became darker, his hand on my cheek, his thumb touching my lips. “Then show me,” he said, his voice rough. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I am going to have sex with you until you scream.”
I did what he said, my body shaking with excitement as I got on the bed, getting on my hands and knees, my butt in the air, my pussy already wet, my clitoris throbbing. He did not make me wait.
His hands held my hips, his cock pressed against my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me, sliding through my folds, covering himself in my excitement. “You are so wet,” he groaned, his voice very low. “You really have missed this, have you not?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my hips pushing back, trying to get him inside me. “Please, I need you to make love to me. I really need you.”
With one push, he went all the way inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me, hitting that spot that made my vision go blurry. “Oh my god,” I cried out, my fingers holding the sheets, my body arching as he went all the way inside me.
“That is it,” he groaned, his hands holding my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled back his cock, rubbing against my walls before going inside me. “Take my cock. Take all of it.”
I was breathing hard, my breath coming in gasps, as he made love to me, his cock going in and out of me, his testicles hitting my clitoris with every push. “Harder,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “Make love to me harder. I really need it.” He did not hold back.
His pushes became very strong, his cock going into me, his hips hitting my bottom, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. “Do you like that?” he growled, his voice a promise. “Do you like it when I make love to you like that?”
“Yes “, I gasped, my tightening around him, my orgasm coming, my body shaking. “I love it. I love your cock. Oh my god, I am going to cum.” He told me to wait. His hand moved around my hip, his fingers found my clitoris. He rubbed it really fast.
He did not stop, kept rubbing in circles. He said I could only cum when he said it was okay. I felt my body start to shake. I was so close to cumming. I begged him, my voice was barely loud enough to hear. I said, “Please, I need to cum. He just told me to cum for him to do it on his cock.”
Then I did cum. My body felt like a wave had hit it. My pussy got really tight around his cock. I felt a lot of liquid come out. I was crying out of my body. I could not see well. He did not stop; he just kept going. He said he was going to cum, his cock was getting bigger inside me.
I told him to do it inside me. I wanted it. I wanted all of it. Then he pushed hard one time, and his cock was all the way inside me. I felt his cum filling me up. It was like he was marking me. He said, “Oh my god,” his body was shaking, and his fingers were digging into my hips.
We just stayed there for a moment, our bodies were. We were breathing hard. His cock was still inside me. His cum was dripping down my legs. Then he slowly pulled out. His cum kept coming out of me. He put his hands on my back. His fingers got tangled in my hair.
He pulled me up. We kissed. I was still shaking. My pussy was still throbbing. I felt bad about what we did. I also felt really good. I told him we should not have done that. He just laughed. He said we did do it, and we are going to do it. He lifted me. I put my legs around him.
In the morning, my body hurt. My thighs were sore. My lips were swollen from his kisses. I did not care. For the time in years, I felt like I was living. He was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I turned to him, my fingers touched his chest, my lips touched his shoulder.
“We have to go,” I said quietly, my voice was very soft. “People will notice if I am gone for long.”
He made a noise, his eyes opened, and he looked at me. “Five minutes,” he said, his hand moved down my back, his fingers touched my parts, pulling me closer. “Five more minutes.” I should have said no.
But his lips touched mine, and his private parts got hard against my thigh. When his fingers touched me between my legs, finding me already wet, I could not say no. For the first time in years, I was not thinking about my husband. I was not thinking about feeling guilty.
I was not thinking about anything except him. The way he felt inside me.
THE END
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