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Hi Friends, I am Gautam, and this is an incident that recently happened with me during my friend’s wedding ceremony. I am 5’10 in height with an average athletic build. I have broad shoulders and muscular forearms.
This happened in Pune during my friend’s wedding. He had shifted to Australia 5 years back, and his soon-to-be wife was also based in Australia. I was going to see him after many years. Since his wife was born in Pune, the wedding was held here.
I reached the venue a little early with my wife. My friend’s mom introduced us to the bride’s relatives. As I met everyone, I came across the bride’s aunt. She was slim and looked amazing. She wore a sleeveless blouse with a deep back. She was very fair and had an angel tattoo on her back.
She had her hair folded into a small bun with a gajra neatly tucked. She wore jewellery that accented her attire, and she was looking very sophisticated. She had Kajal in her eyes and a traditional nose ring. Her pink and yellow saree was draped in a way that exposed her naval. She even wore a belly button ring.
Her name was Radhika. I shook her hands, and she smiled at me. I inadvertently held her hands for longer than usual as I was lost in her eyes. I quickly regained my sense as she smiled a little. She must have understood that her looks made me bonkers, even in front of my wife.
Thankfully, my wife did not notice as she was greeting others. We made ourselves busy with the wedding chores, but I had my eyes fixated on Radhika. Now and then, my eyes would search for her and catch her glimpse. I got to know that she was in her late 40s.
It blew my mind as she looked as if she were in her 30s. She had 2 kids who were abroad in college, and her husband was a businessman. Her demeanour was that of a typical high society Marathi wife, dripping with elegance.
Once, I caught her adjusting her hair, and her shaven underarms were exposed. I almost drooled seeing how fair she was and looked so sexy. I kept myself busy helping with the wedding chores, and while I tried sneaking a peek at her, she caught me staring a couple of times.
I quickly looked away or pretended to do something. After a while, I told my wife that I was going for a smoke and went to the terrace. The terrace was two-floored; below, there was an open space that was converted into a wedding area, and the boundary above was accessible by stairs.
It looked directly at the wedding stage. Since the wedding was at night, I thought no one would see me smoking and climbed up to have a drag.
I was having my alone time smoking while looking at the night stars. Suddenly, I heard someone approaching. I was about to throw my cigarette down when I saw that it was Radhika. I was a bit surprised but kept my composure,
Radhika: It’s ok, I did not mean to alarm you.
Me: No worries. I did not expect you here. How can I help you, aunty?
Radhika: Am I looking that old?
Me: Not at all. Anyone would mistake you for the bride’s sister. (I said with a cheeky smile)
She had a grin hearing the compliment.
Radhika: Is that so? Then call me Radhika. Do you mind sharing your cigarette?
Me: Let me give you a new one.
Radhika: What’s wrong with the one you are smoking? I’ll have this one.
I was surprised, not by her asking for a smoke but by her demand for the one that is already in my mouth. I took a drag and handed it to her. She took it in her pretty fingers and took a drag herself. I was lost again as she looked so sexy.
Radhika: Do you usually zone out with people, or am I getting special treatment? (She said jokingly)
Me: I am sorry, I couldn’t help myself from admiring your beauty. You look splendid.
As she blushed a little, I took the cigarette from her and saw her lipstick mark on the filter. I took another drag, and it felt like I was having a flavoured hookah. The strawberry smell from her lipstick was intoxicating.
We chatted for a while, and I got to know that she is settled in New Zealand with her husband. She is here for the wedding and will leave tomorrow. We exchanged numbers, and she asked me about my wife, our love story and kids, etc. Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was her husband looking for her.
She thanked me for keeping her company and left in a hurry. Once she left, I was left with unholy thoughts of making out with her. I wished to have her then and there, but life doesn’t work that way. Soon, I came down to the stage as well.
Slowly, it got late, and most of the guests left, with only family members and relatives staying back for the rituals. My wife was also tired, so I drove her home and left her to return to the wedding venue. While driving back, I got a message on my phone.
It was Radhika asking where I was. I had a feeling that there was some chemistry between us, and maybe stars could align for us to fuck. I reached the venue, and it was almost 11:45 PM. I scanned the hall for her and saw her sitting with the bride’s other relatives and her husband.
I went to my friend so that she would see that I am back. I spoke with him and soon drifted away to a distance. I saw her checking for me in the hall with her eyes. I went back to the terrace and mustered the courage to message her.
Me: Up for a smoke?
After 5 minutes, I got a thumbs-up as a reply. I waited for her and, in another 10 minutes, saw her approaching the terrace. She tiptoed like we were secret lovers meeting under the eyes of society. I handed the cigarette to her, and she came close to me to light it.
Her perfume was so sensual. It had sweet and lavender notes. She enquired about where I went, and I told her that I went to drop my wife off at home.
Radhika: You left her at home, came back? You could have stayed back as well. Were you missing me?
She said with a flirtatious smile.
Me: Yeah, in fact, I was hoping to bump into you again. You owe me a couple of cigarettes. (I said with a wink)
We laughed and flirted a little. I complimented her tattoo.
Me: Your tattoo looks great, the detailing is amazing. Did it hurt?
Radhika: Not that much. If you want, you can have a closer look.
She said with another cheeky smile.
I thought this was the moment, and as she was smoking and looking down at the hall, I sensually ran my fingers across the outline of her tattoo. She did not see it coming, and the touch sent a shiver down her spine. She turned to look at me, and we stared for a couple of minutes.
I could see lust in her eyes, or maybe her eyes showed my own lust, but something took over me, and I leaned in to kiss her. She kept still and pretended to resist a little, but soon she melted in my arms. I continued to suck her tongue and kiss her. She must have had Paan as I could taste it.
I pinned her arms behind her back and kissed her passionately. Soon she was reciprocating. I released her arms, and I started caressing her body. I lifted her arms in the air and took a sniff of her underarms. I was greeted with a mixture of her sweat and perfume, which fuelled my lust even further.
Radhika: Oh, Gautam, you’re a dirty man. Keep doing it, lick my underarms.
I hardly waited for an invitation; I was slurping up her sweat and nibbling playfully on her juicy underarms. She ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed in between like lovers. I slid my hand inside her saree and grabbed her pussy over her panties. I was about to finger her when her phone rang again.
It was the bride’s mother. They were looking for her, and she had to leave for the rituals. I was left high and dry, and I held on to her as she tried to leave and gave her a hickie on her back. She covered it with her hair. She saw the disappointment in my eyes as she was leaving.
Radhika: Here’s something to keep you high till I’m back. Keep your phone near and look out for me.
Saying this, she slid her golden lace panties from under her saree and threw them on my face. She left giggling, and I was left with her aroma lingering on my senses.
I looked at her from above as she joined her family. I sniffed her panties and rubbed my dick. I was imagining it to be her pussy and licked it like a hungry dog. I masturbated and released my cum. But I needed more. I was determined to have her that night. I came down to the hall and sat at a distance.
I started to flash her with her panties, folded, of course, which looked like a handkerchief. She gave me tense looks as she was scared someone might catch us. But we were like teenage lovers tonight. Soon the rituals ended, and it was time for everyone to leave.
The bride and groom’s families were living in the same venue. So slowly, everyone left, and the tent workers were unpacking things. I was about to leave, thinking that the night was done, but I got a message.
Radhika: Meet me near the terrace washroom.
My heart raced fast, and I snuck my way into the washroom area. The washroom was at the far end of the terrace, so no one came there since another washroom was much closer to the stage. The washroom had a common entrance for male and female urinals.
I reached there and saw Radhika waiting. She was also nervous, but we hugged like crazy seeing each other. I opened a bathroom stall door and dragged her inside. Luckily, as no one used this washroom that much, it was clean. I wasted no time and started kissing her back and neck.
Radhika: Yes, Jaan, kiss me all over. I saw your lust for me tonight. Fulfil me jaan.
I was already turned on, but her voice was compelling me to unleash my animalistic instincts. I kneeled behind her and lifted her saree to expose her naked ass. I ran my fingers through her hairy bushes and played with her pussy lips.
She was trembling with each sensation. I smacked her ass and asked her to say my name as I licked her asshole.
Radhika: Oh, Gautam, yeeeesss. Keep licking my dirty asshole, baby. This is the best Rim job ever, jaan.
I turned her around, and it was time to flick her clit with my tongue. I kept fucking her as she ran her fingers through my hair and pushed my mouth between her thighs. As I increased my pace, she soon came inside my mouth, and I drank her love juices hungrily.
She kissed me and tasted her own cum. I opened her saree and made her strip. She seductively removed all her clothes, but I insisted that she keep her jewellery and wear her sandals. She was looking like a bombshell. I sat on the western commode.
She kneeled in front of me and took my 7 inch dick in her mouth. She was a pro At her age, this wasn’t her first rodeo. She licked my entire length and, in between, sucked my testicles, which sent me to heaven. I was about to cum under her expert motions.
But I pulled back my dick and pushed it between her boobs. She had medium-sized breasts but had pink nipples. I fucked her boobs, and her expressions were killing me.
Radhika: Jaan put it inside me. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck your bitch. I am all yours to ravage.
I wanted to tease her more, so I made her sit on the commode and started fingering her with one hand and crushing her boobs with the other hand. She was on the verge of orgasm, but she asked to stop as she had to pee. I gave a wicked smile and increased my pace, and she kept begging me to stop.
I pushed my dick in her mouth and fingered her harder. She could no longer control herself and started to squirt uncontrollably. She was covered in sweat, and I was partially with her piss. I then made her stand and face the basin mirror and entered her vagina from behind.
I started with slow strokes, and once my entire dick was inside her wet pussy, I soon gained momentum. I held her hair and fucked from behind while maintaining eye contact via the mirror.
Me: Do you like it, Radhika? Tell me who’s my cheap bitch?
Radhika: I am jaan, fuck me like one. I need it badly. I am your cheap slutty love.
I kept pounding her for 15 mins and then made her sit on my lap and made her bounce on my dick. She was all sweaty, and I licked her back while fucking her. I lifted her legs and kept hitting her spot. She was about to cum, and I increased my pace.
I turned her around to face me, and we were fucking while kissing each other. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders. I picked her up and fucked her for 10 minutes mid-air. The bathroom was full of our love stench and the sound of my balls slapping her ass cheeks.
Soon, we came together, and she hugged me tightly. My dick came out of her pussy, and our combined love juices trickled down like a fountain. We took pictures of us with her sweaty body, only in her Jewellery and sandals, and me sucking her breasts completely naked.
We tidied ourselves and sneaked out. I shared the pics with her on WhatsApp, and she gave me her panties as a souvenir for the night.
I reached home and slept like a baby. She left the country the next day and sent me a kiss emoji when she landed in New Zealand. We are still in touch and chat sometimes.
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