Hello everyone. My name is Ruhi. I am 34 years old. I live in Mumbai. I am married and have a daughter. I have a job in an IT company here in Mumbai. I live with my hubby, daughter and in-laws. This story is about ///www.indiansexstories2.net/couple/sexual-adventure-stranger/”>my sexual adventure with a stranger I met on this website.
First, let me tell you something about myself. I got married in 2011 and gave birth to a daughter in 2013. My sex life with my husband was not that great. We used to have sex 3 to 4 times a month before my daughter was born. After delivery, it dropped down to 1 to 2 times a month.
The reason is also weird. I like to moan a lot during sex. It comes out inadvertently. I can’t control it. And my hubby never liked it because my moans during sex could be heard outside. Often, we used to argue about my moaning. I told him I couldn’t control it.
After many years he had stopped asking me to stop moaning. Also, my in-laws were very strict. They wouldn’t let us have freedom or go outside much. I was like a caged animal. We were doing okay financially. My hubby was also not that interested in sex after so many years.
I used to read sex stories in ISS since 2015. It wasn’t because I was unsatisfied with sex. From the start, I was a curious person about sex. I never had a boyfriend. But post-marriage, I got introduced to ISS and couldn’t stop. It was way too interesting to stop reading about people’s sexual adventures.
I used to read stories about incest, couples, maids, etc. and would enjoy it a lot. Most of the time, I would masturbate to it. I am a risk averse person. I wouldn’t do anything which would put me in an adverse situation. So, I would take a calculated risk and masturbate.
Sometimes I had to sleep without masturbation because my hubby would be in the room. We were like a normal couple but without sex. We never discussed sex too. I would read stories on ISS while hubby would sleep. Then go to the bathroom to masturbate so he couldn’t hear my moans.
Sometimes when I couldn’t control myself, I would masturbate while on the bed, putting a pillow on my face so that my moan doesn’t slip outside. But it was getting harder as days passed by.
In September 2017, I read a story from a guy called Kunal. He had written a fictional story about his sexual experience with his cousin. Generally, I don’t read fictional stories. But that story had a pull. It was written so wonderfully. It was erotic to its core.
As soon as I started reading the story, I was hooked. I masturbated twice, reading the story. I always had a crush on a cousin of mine. But I never approached him. So, I got instantly connected to the story. The author used words in such a way that I was transported to the world of fantasy.
I was fucking my cousin. The author’s words made me wet. I bookmarked the story and read it again the next day. It was the same experience. I wanted to thank the author for writing such a story. But I held myself back. I didn’t want to risk anything with my hubby.
I had never talked about sex with anyone else except my hubby. And here I was, hooked on an author. For a few days, I deliberated whether to send a mail to the author. My masturbation sessions got more intense. I imagined myself sending a mail to the author, connecting with him.
Finally, I mustered some courage and made a fake mail id. I couldn’t risk my true identity getting leaked. I sent him a mail about the story and waited. My heartbeats were heavy for the next 2 days. Every time I received a notification, I would jump on it to see whether he had replied.
But the reply didn’t come for 4 days. I had given up hope. For the first time in my life, I had taken such a step, and nothing came to fruition. I was saddened. Then eventually, he replied. A big smile was on my face when I saw the mail id. I hurriedly opened it and went through the mail.
He thanked me for the reviews. I immediately replied that I was so impressed with his writing skills. I asked him some personal questions about his age, location, etc. You know the drill. The usual question which we ask when we want to know someone. He smote me.
I had never met the guy. I had never even seen what the guy looked like. I didn’t even know whether his words were fake or true. But I was smitten by him. His name was Kunal. We used to exchange emails asking each other about each other. He said he is married but stays in Dubai for work.
His wife was pregnant and stayed with his family in Kerela. We continued asking each other questions and learning more about him. I was attracted to Kunal. Maybe I was unsatisfied with my hubby, so I found an outlet I didn’t know. I would be excited to chat with him.
Slowly we started chatting about sex. I had found someone with whom I could talk about sex. My hubby wouldn’t even talk about sex with me since he didn’t want to have sex with me. So, everything was bottling up inside me. I had found the perfect outlet.
I would get so excited chatting with him. Mind you. We were not having roleplays or anything. It was just discussing sex. What did he like? Which positions does he like the most? But the best was discussing fantasies. I told him about my crush on my cousin.
He would egg me on to pursue it. But I knew I never wanted to do incest because it would wreak havoc with my marriage. We slowly started building up our chats. But chatting over mail was slow, and it was tiresome. So, we started chatting on the hangout app.
Now we can instantly send messages throughout the day. We would discuss how our days were going. We used to share ISS stories which we both liked the best. We had chatted for over 6 months now. I was also happy in my marriage. The bottled-up feelings had an outlet.
So, I used to stay happy. The hubby was still not having sex with me. Only once or twice a month. But I never had sex roleplays with Kunal. I could never get any feeling of having sex over the chat. It never excited me. What excited me was talking about sex but not roleplays.
But most of it, I had got a friend to chat with my normal life. This continued for 18 months. We used to start with a good morning message and end with a good night and everything between them. We shared pictures. Not nude pictures but normal pictures. So we could picture each other. There were no video calls.
After some 18 months of chatting, he proposed to meet. He asked me whether I could come to Dubai. I was shocked. I asked him how I could come to Dubai. How will my hubby react? I stay with my in-laws. I told him a straight no. I asked him whether he could come to Mumbai.
He said he came just 15 days back to his hometown Kerala. Now he can’t come for the next 4/6 months. I left that conversation there and there. But it was at the back of my mind. I was contemplating in my mind about it. It won’t leave me. I was making conversations about how my hubby and in-laws would react.
This continued for 15 days. I decided to at least ask my hubby regarding it. Let’s see how he reacts. One night after we had retired to our bedroom, I was very nervous. I nervously asked him about it. I told him my company had worked in Dubai.
I had been selected to work with a client on new software development. It’s a very big client, and the company has asked me to finalize the new deal. It will take around 6/7 days. My boss and a female colleague will accompany me since it’s a big deal. What he said would leave me shocked. He said okay.
He didn’t ask too many questions. He was watching TV. I was pleasantly surprised. I never intended to have sex with Kunal during this visit. I was treating it as a vacation for me. I wanted to meet the person I had been chatting with, for I knew everything about him.
We used to exchange around 200 mgs each daily. I just had a word with him once. I knew I was taking a big risk by going to Dubai. I never knew the person. I had never met him. But I was willing to take the risk because I had never done such a thing.
My life was wrapped around the daily chores and my work. I wanted to feel excited, and this decision made me excited. I informed Kunal the very next day. We finalized the days. It was the month of October. I was going to stay there for 10 days. He never told me he wanted to have sex with me.
Finally, the day arrived. I left my daughter’s responsibility to my MIL. She was not happy about it. But my hubby had decided, so they didn’t say anything. I bid adieu to my daughter and hubby and boarded the flight. All during the flight, there was a sensation running through my body.
I had never felt such a sensation. There were butterflies going around in my tummy. I was nervous and fidgeting around. I landed, and Kunal was there to greet me at the airport. I saw him for the first time. He was short, around 5’7”. He was a little on the dark side. But his was a manly body.
I knew he worked out in the gym. So, he had a muscular body. We greeted each other with a hug. That hug made me excited. And not excited in a sexual way since I was not here to have sex with him. I wanted to meet him. Here he was after being in touch for the last 18 months. There were no sexual undertones.
We left in the taxi to the hotel where he had booked my room. He told me that he was not going to take a single penny from me for the hotel booking. It was a decent 4-star hotel. I was nervous again. Just understand, I was in a foreign country, having come to meet a stranger for the very first time.
I knew all about him, but I met him for the first time and was nervous. I entered and room, and he came inside with me. My heart was racing fast. I couldn’t look at him. But his eyes were strangely fixated on me. He looked at my condition and calmly told me to relax.
He made me sit on the bed and told me to relax. He said, “Listen, I know it is a completely new thing for you. I would have behaved in such a way if I were in your position. But you don’t have to worry. We are not going to do anything. We will roam in Dubai. I will take you to all the best tourist destinations. Treat it like a vacation. We are just going to be like best friends.”
I relaxed a little after listening to this. It was around evening. He told me, “Let’s have an early dinner. Then you can relax in the room, and I will go to my house. We will start your vacation tomorrow.” I agreed. We had dinner, and then he left me at the hotel and left for his house.
I was lying on the bed. I was a little tired, but sleep wasn’t on my mind. I was lying there wondering how I was in this position. I was thinking, and I don’t remember when I slept off. The next morning, I woke up to his call. He told me to get ready and have breakfast at the hotel. Then we will go sightseeing.
For the next 10 days, we didn’t have any sex. We used to discuss sex, and I would get very excited. He would share his fantasies too. My pussy would get wet, but I didn’t want sex with him. Not on this trip, at least. I would masturbate in the night and didn’t need to keep my voice down while masturbating.
I could moan as much as I could. I would read stories online and get excited. Remove all my clothes and be fully nude. Then I would caress my boobs. My boobs size is 34C. So, they are a handful. I would always shave my pussy since I didn’t like hair on my pussy.
So, I would insert 2 fingers in my pussy and masturbate to my heart’s content. One night I masturbated 3 times back-to-back. 10 days passed like so fast with Kunal in Dubai. We did all the places for sightseeing. I won’t bore you with the details. Finally, it was the last day.
My flight was in the afternoon. For the last 10 days, we didn’t do anything sexual except for sexual talks. I liked that he didn’t force himself on me or even ask for anything sexually. I appreciated this fact about him. I was sitting on the bed. He was going to come in sometime.
I was feeling excited and sad at the same time. I wanted to spend some more time with him. I was feeling sexually excited too. I could feel my pussy getting wet with the thought of sex and Kunal. The more I resisted the sexual thoughts, the more I could feel my pussy getting moist.
I didn’t want to do anything with him on the last day. I was trying to hold myself back. I went to the washroom and composed myself. He came after 10 minutes. On seeing him, I could feel my composure going. My heartbeats were getting faster.
I sat on the bed, and he sat beside me. I could see the sadness on his face. We were talking about the last 10 days and how fast they went. He could feel from his words how much sad he was. He was looking at my face. I was trying to avoid looking into his eyes.
I knew I would fail to stop myself if I got a little closer. He was shifting in his place. From the corner of my eyes, I scanned his trousers and could feel a little bulge in his dick area. I could feel my pussy twitching inside my panty. My heart rate increased manifold with the thought of his cock.
I got up, and my legs gave away. I sat back. But when I sat back, I sat a little closer to him. Our legs were touching now. I could see his heartbeats also increasing. He also felt the sexual energy but didn’t want to take the first step. I wanted to feel his hands on me.
I wanted to feel his body with my hands. But I was also resisting the fact that I wanted it. I didn’t want to do anything. I don’t know why I was resisting at that particular moment. Maybe I didn’t want an illicit relationship. I closed my eyes for a second, and his face was near me when I opened them.
I could feel his breath on my face. I again closed my eyes, and maybe he thought it was my approval to kiss. He bought his lips near my face. I couldn’t see anything. But I could feel his breath. I could feel his legs touching my legs. I could feel his body touching mine.
It felt like an eternity. I just wanted one thing: his lips to touch mine. I had thought I would stop after that. But I wanted to feel it one time, at least. And finally, I felt his lips on my lips. My heart stopped. I stopped breathing. I didn’t move. I could feel his lips fully closed on my lips.
He wrapped his hands at the back of my head. And started sucking on my lips. They were slow sensuous ones. He was taking it very slowly. I wasn’t moving. My hands were there on my side. I opened my lips a little, and he put a tongue inside mine.
I was shaking with excitement. I took my hands on his back. It gave him a little impetus. While kissing, he made me lie down. He was getting wild. He was sucking my lips. Those 5 minutes were the best time of my life. I was feeling so good and excited.
I could feel my pussy secreting so many fluids. I moved my hands on his back. I inserted my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues were fighting for their own. I was lying down, and he broke the kiss. He left my lips and went down on my neck. He took his hands on my breast.
I was wearing a top, and he started pressing my boobs. I was feeling out of this world. He was pressing my boobs so hard. He had taken his lips on my face and was licking my neck. I laid down on my back, and he came over to me. I could feel his hard cock over his trousers on my thighs. It was so hard.
My pussy was so wet. And my heartbeats were at an all-time high. He started pressing my boobs, all the more alternating between them. His hands felt so good. He pressed down my top a little exposing my cleavage. He started biting slowly on my upper boobs.
He took hold of my erect nipples over my bra and top and started pinching them. I gave out a loud moan. He was kissing my cleavage area. And pressing my boobs. I had never felt like this with my hubby. And that was it. The thought of my hubby bought me out of the dream world.
I pushed him a little. He didn’t budge. I shouted no and pushed him a little more. He came off me, and I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. The sudden reaction must have exclaimed him. I sat down on the pot. My heart was racing.
I opened my jeans and pulled down the jeans and the panty. He came up to the door and said sorry. I told him I would be out in 5 minutes. I opened up my pussy lips. It was wet, and pussy juices were dripping down. I inserted 2 fingers in my pussy. It went easily inside. It was so wet.
And I started masturbating. My fingers were easily sliding inside. It took me 5 minutes to orgasm. I shuddered. It was the best orgasm I had. And it must have been the fastest orgasm to date.
I relaxed a bit after the orgasm. I cleaned the area with water. Splashed water on my face. Cleaned everything up and adjusted my dress, and came out.
He said sorry for all that. I told him, “Don’t be sorry. This was the best kiss of my life. I will never forget it. I am not ready for sex with you. Don’t know what will happen in the future. But I don’t want to spoil our friendship by having sex when I am not ready. I know it has been 18 months since we have been chatting. But I need more time.”
He agreed to it. We were supposed to leave in 2 hours. We checked out of the hotel, had lunch and then he dropped me at the airport. We hugged each other while leaving. I kissed his cheeks while leaving. I left Dubai after enjoying my 10 days with him and the little adventure in the end with happy memories.
This is the first part of the story. In the second part, I will describe how he came to Pune, and we had sex for the first time. Please leave your comments at . Your comments are much appreciated and will give me an impetus to write the second part of this story. Thank you so much.
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