The beauty of technology is that it can keep you anonymous as long as you want your real identity to remain unknown to the world. No doubt, the technological revolution has cut all barriers of caste, creed, geography and inhibitions. Mobile phones are a beauty as long as you do not dig your own grave by going overboard.
On this note, my (Sam) relationship with a 40-year-old married woman and a mother of one grown up kid dates back to the texting era through simple mobile phones. Those days, in 2006-07, there were no smart phones yet, but no doubt, one could be smart enough to engross a woman in varied conversations.
Since I always had a penchant for matured, married woman, ‘aunty’ Sheila (name changed) was always my target. Her jiggling boobs and ass would make any man worth his dick crave for her hot pussy and ass. “Bang-me-hard” was what I could read every time I would converse with her. Perhaps, her money-minded hubby who only saw currency notes wherever he went or whatever he did, inadequately quenched her sexual thirst.
I met ‘aunty’ Sheila at a friend’s place. My friend (Anil – name changed) happened to be her immediate maternal nephew. The moment I was introduced to her, I knew I should go after this woman and make her squirm and moan in her soft mattress. She was a 34-28-36 woman with a decent height of 5’6’ with fleshy thighs and pink juicy lips. In short, she had all that it took to woo any pussy-eating man.
The very day we met for the first time, I did not hesitate to ask for her mobile number. “You seem to be an interesting woman to talk with. So, may I have the pleasure of adding you into my list of contact numbers?” I told ‘aunty’ Sheila. She, with a sexy smile, unhesitatingly took my phone and dialed her own number. That was the beginning of a journey to her bedroom.
The ‘texting’s’ followed soon after we met. Passing on mutual complimentary messages and decent wishes and civilized queries became the order of the day. Bored with such nondescript ripples, I decided to create waves.
“What are you wearing for tonight, ‘aunty’ Sheila, if you don’t mind me asking?” That was the text message, which went from my mobile to hers. “You naughty boy…! I always knew you had something crazy up your sleeves. Your eyes told me everything. You are not as innocent as anybody would love to think. You are hot and naughty!” That was the reply from the ‘aunty’.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I am sorry if you took my question as an offence. Actually, I am so mesmerized by you notwithstanding that your hubby is very much alive and kicking. I know you are a mom too. But your beauty and your captivating appearance were not my creation. You cannot blame me for being naughty!” I replied.
“Well, you are with words. I guess you are a big flirt! But why are you after a married woman who has a kid?” She asked. “No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes that she were not!” This was what I sent her.
“Naughty boy…! I feel I cannot beat you in words. Yes, it does make a married woman feel like the way you had described. So, you want to know what I am wearing now. Well, I am in my blue lace nighty, knee length, just a white lacy panty and no bra. Happy?” She replied.
“Amazing…! Thank you so much ‘aunty’ Sheila! Will definitely fantasize about you tonight and cum in loads!” I sent back to her.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm you are making my yoni feel ticklish. You naughty boy! Come on, make me wet now. I also want to cum hard as it has been a long time since I am feeling the way I feel right now. Come on baby!” ‘Aunty Sheila’ said in her text message.
And phone sex started right away from that night. She would moan and scream as we fantasized the weirdest things that could happen in bed.
It would not be long for both of us to enter into her bedroom and make the wildest sex ever. Sheila (no more ‘aunty’ after her yoni had been dug deep and hard inside by my big and fat Lund) was a sex bomb and she had the stamina to cum and cum and cum.
She would love to have her clean shaved pussy licked, bitten, chewed and eaten. She would also love to have my tongue swirling in her tight butt hole. She enjoyed her boobies being pressed hard and slapped, her nipples being mercilessly bitten, and her lips being chewed. Every time she was with me, I would ensure that she would reach her peak where she would feel like a complete woman in the hands of a complete man.
Our relationship, which was unique and reticent, lasted for around seven months before she and her family had to shift base to another metro as her currency-minded hubby had new business ventures in mind. The last time we made it was on the night before she had to leave the house. And we did it in her gracious lawn under the moonlit sky like two long-lost lovers where only the stars were witnessed to the act of hardcore lovemaking. As we kissed goodbye, we also promised not to keep in touch ever again as she wanted me to start life anew. However, she did tell me that she enjoyed every bit of the special moments we shared together, and would treasure them as fond memories. Wherever she must be now, I hope Sheila is happy looking back at the relationship we had.
Therefore, women out there, married, unmarried, divorced, widowed, separated, you all are welcome to have a discreet relationship, and live life according to your own terms.
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