How a desi mom and wife gave in

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How a desi mom and wife gave inThis is my friend, a desi mom and wife that I met about 5 years ago now. We worked together at the time. This is a true story about how she finally gave in, just before we were never to see each other again. We still talk on WhatsApp, but even nice iPhone pics of this mom/wife’s bare tits just doesn’t do justice for me…We had a lot of good times, getting drinks after work, and just hanging out with each other. She was a faithful wife and mother, and there was no chance of anything else happening. After a drink or two, she would head home to tend to her husband and son, and I would head home.After 2 years, we both got new jobs. Suddenly, our last day came. As always for a celebration, we went out for a drink. She told her husband she was going to stay a little later, since it’s the last time we will get to go out for drinks. We sat and talked and both had some drinks. The photo above shows the outfit that she was wearing that night, exactly.We had other work friends with us at the outset, so she and I sat next to each other, and the others gathered around us to wish us well. Slowly, the party started to break down. I was buzzing, and she was really buzzing – she’s always been a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinks.So as the party wound down, and people left one at a time, I slowly moved my hand, under the table, to the soft brown leggings on her legs. I only started at her knee, and very slowly and calmly, moved my hand up a little bit at a time, over the next hour or so. By the time it was down to 4 people left (us and 2 others), my hand had found its destination, under the table, near the top of this desi wife and mom’s leggings, between her legs.Please, PLEASE, look at her photo, focus on it, and try to picture her now – a bit drunk, trying to talk to the other 2 people, and embarrassed and blushing – likely because she wanted to tell me to take me hand out from between her legs. But because we were close for so long at work, rumors flew about us sleeping together all the time, and she didn’t want to send these friends back to the rumor mill tomorrow morning. And she didn’t want any of them ever saying another to her husband, either, who they all knew.These three photos above should give you a pretty good idea of what she looks like when she’s drinking happily (top), and when she’s buzzing happily (middle), and when she’s wasted (bottom)… 🙂 You’ll likely notice that more brown desi mom/cheating wife breast is visible the more drinking she does. I always found that a good quality about her.About another half hour in the bar, with me very gently rubbing a finger between her legs over her leggings, and the other 2 finally decided to leave. As soon as they were out the door and could no longer see us, she looked at me and asked, “What are you doing?! You know I am married and have a son!”. I nodded and added a second finger, rubbing up and down right between her legs. It didn’t matter what she tried to say or tried to hide – my finger was already dripping with her desi juice – right through her panties and her leggings. She told me to remove my hand, so I did, and that’s when she realized how big the wet spot was now.I wrapped her up in her long jacket (she’s pretty short), and walked her to her car. Then she walked me to my car. I got in the driver side, and she got in the passenger side. We talked for a little while, and she begrudgingly let my hand explore the brown forest between her legs. Her scent of wetness was more intoxicating than the drinks we had. I was sitting here talking to this brown wife and mom, who I thought was hot, and though she was still protesting with her mouth, she was no longer putting up any physical barriers. It was only a few minutes in the car and I was rubbing her up and down between her legs with 3 fingers. Every once in a while, I would look at this hot desi woman, pull my fingers back, sniff them, lick them, and then put them back.After a few times of that, I took a chance and started to slide my hand up to her belly (under her dress), and then down behind her leggings. She said “nooo…” halfheartedly, while my fingers found her hairy wet brown desi pussy, between her legs, underneath her panties. For the first time, I was actually touching a part of her body that was completely off-limits. I started to rub, and suddenly I was rubbing this woman’s brown pussy. My car smelled of her pussy juice, which kept driving me further. She relaxed a bit and put her arms up over the headrest of my car.I had been sooo enamored with her brown tits since I met her… this was going to be my last chance to touch them. So I slowly slid my hand under her skirt, up her flat brown belly, and finally, a finger glazed the edge of one of her brown wife and mom breasts. I looked up at her, and she just whispered “oh my god”, and closed her eyes for a moment. With her eyes closed momentarily, and her not putting up any resistance, I figured this was my best chance.I moved my other hand to the top of her dress, and I kept grazing the edge of her breast with the hand under her top, slowly moving bahis firmaları around, occasionally grazing her big brown areolae or a big hard brown nipple. That was what I wanted. With the other hand at the top of her dress, I slowly unbuttoned the buttons from her neck down, one at a time. The buttons ran down to her waist, and after some time, I unhooked the final button.I withdrew both hands (to which she actually pouted when I removed my hand that was rubbing her pussy)… and I put them both on her chest, cupping her big brown mommy tits through the dress top. That was the first time I heard her let herself moan. It was soft and tenuous, but it was a moan, and it sounded a million times better than I ever imagined it sounding. I truly believe that the raw color, scent, touch, and voice of an Indian woman is something that everyone should experience once in their lives. It doesn’t matter if they are single or married, mother or c***dless – though after hearing her first delicate exhaled moan, I am forever a fan of the desi wife + mom.As I cupped her breasts through her top, she finally let her arms come down from the headrest, where she had laid them to rest – and quite obviously to arch her back to push those brown tits out for me. Intentional? I don’t care one bit. 🙂 So I am cupping both breasts through her top, and she brings her arms down, and looks at me and says, “We can’t do this – you are married, and I have a husband and a son…”. You’ll notice that there was no exclamation point on that sentence – that’s because she said it non-emphatically. It was more of a statement, or an utterance. It was her mind attempting to cling on to that good, chaste, faithful, loving wife and mother… but it wasn’t trying very hard. It was more going through the motions than anything else.It was getting dark, and no one without a flashlight was going to see in my car anymore. Time to take another chance. I removed my hands from her cupped big tits, and slowly folded open the top of her dress. Keep in mind that the buttons ran down to her waist, so I laid her chest open bare at that moment, except for a very pretty ornate bra – which as luck would have it, was also front-closing. When I exposed her like that, she gasped, but she did not say anything, and she did not move.She was shaking, though. I tried to make her comfortable, I asked her if she was too hot or too cold, I adjusted her seat. Finally I got to the heart of the matter… she had been married almost 20 years, and had an 8 year old son, and had never wanted to even think about doing ANY of this with another man. And now the fact that it was all she could think about was giving her a bit of a panic attack. I calmed her for a few minutes, while I grabbed an anxiolytic from my glove box (a benzo – that I have a script for, yes), and had her take it. I gave her a sip of water with it, and then reached around her to the automatic seat controls, and laid her back a little bit, to help her relax.(I was not interested in d**gging her out to use her – she was a close friend. She just seemed like she was having an anxiety attack, and knowing how they feel, in that moment I was more concerned with her jumping in her car and having an accident 2 miles away!)Now that she took the pill, and was laid back resting a little more comfortably, I laid her dress top open completely again, exposing her beautiful brown flat belly, her neck and chest, and her bra. I put my hand on the bra clasp, and in response, I felt her lower her hand and touch me for the first time – she started to sc**** her fingernails over my hardened cock that was straining against my work pants. After so much buildup over 2 years, it took some serious self-control not to cum right then, to be honest, but I held off. I knew there was at least more to see, if nothing else. I had always wondered what her breasts looked like bare. There are soooo many different kinds, shape, size, general features, areolae diameter, areolae features, nipple size – the only way I was going to be happy was to see them for myself. So with my hand on the clasp of her ornate bra, and with her hand touching me finally, I unhooked her bra (in the front) and spread it so that it fell to both sides over her dress top sides… and… for the one time in our lives, her breasts were exposed to me – completely.Describing her large brown breasts as “perfect” only belittles them – “perfect” can learn a few things by taking a look at this woman’s tits! I had of course been looking at Indian tits the entire time we worked together – it became a standard part of my porn journeys – but of all the women I had seen, amateur, model, porn star – none of them prepared me for what I was looking at. They were stunningly beautiful. She was 38 at the time, and had gone through breastfeeding her son, and there was not a bit of sag in her large breasts – except for the areas where sag was the perfect look. Same thing with stretch marks – knowing she had breastfed her son, she did have a few, but they were in the perfect places, and they just drew attention in the right way. I was taken aback.I kaçak iddaa actually looked at her, and I felt like it was time for MY anxiety attack. But I powered through, and I asked her if it was okay if I touched them, just once. I told her I had been dreaming about them since the day we met. She just parted her lips, moaned very softly, continued running her fingernails over me, and nodded gently. Just a little while ago, this woman wanted to remain the perfect faithful mother and wife, and now, she was giving me permission to touch her bare brown tits.I slowly lowered my hands towards her big exposed breasts (see the last photo above for a decent idea of their size). As I approached them, I could literally feel the heat emanating from them. Without any more delay, I made a decision in that moment that I didn’t just want to cup them, and I quickly lowered my mouth over the left nipple (closest to me). I took it into my mouth, and started to gently dart my tongue over her hard nipple, while sucking with my mouth. She let out a loud gasp and quite literally grabbed my hard cock through my pants with her nails. But since I didn’t take any of these reactions as bad, and she didn’t say “stop sucking on my tits!”, I kept going.And I was in Heaven. I have always liked tits, and have always liked sucking them. If I’m going to be totally honest here, I’ve talked more than one friend into letting me suck from them, even when they are engorged with milk. I tried to imagine what her chocolate breast milk might be like, and wondered quietly if she was thinking about nursing me in that moment. Her lips parted and she let out a low guttural moan, and put her other hand on the back of my head, pulling my head towards her chest and my face further in. I took that as the cute that she was asking me to suck her nipple harder, which I did. I flicked my tongue for all I was worth, and went back and forth between her nipples, as her hand on the back of my head both guided me and applied extra pressure when she wanted it. And she wanted it.I looked down at the clock on my phone, and just realized I had been just lying there, letting her guide me as I nursed on both of her big beautiful brown mom breasts, for 20 minutes. Finally, she sat up in the car seat, and I took the opportunity to pull the dress top down and remove her bra completely. She moaned softly as she started to unzip my work pants. At first, she tenuously touched my hard cock through my boxers, while telling herself out loud that she cannot touch my hard white cock (that was the first time she let slip that it makes her as hot to call me white as it does for me to call her brown). She told herself out loud that she is a married mom, and she is a good and faithful wife.I now have her naked down to her waist, sitting in my passenger seat, with the seat back down. She is sitting up right now having this discussion with herself as she touches my cock through my boxers. I adjust myself slightly, honestly to get better access to her breasts in this position, but my cock pops out of the slit in my boxers and touches her hand. Her eyes were closed right then, and when she felt it, she said “Oh My GOD I’m touching it”… and within about 5 seconds her hand was wrapped around it.She started stroking my hard white cock, and I decided to take a chance. Oddly enough, I’ve had enough encounters in my life to know that some people like to keep sex and intimacy separate – especially if they feel like they are cheating (unless that just turns them on more). I was taking a chance in this moment that even though she was having trouble separating this one experience from her lifetime of fidelity to her husband and son, I wasn’t going to lose the moment and I wasn’t going to ask. So as she started to stroke my cock, I leaned forward a little more to get a better vantage point for her tits, and I turned to her and kissed her.Now, I realize this particular instant literally happened in an instant, but it felt like it went on forever. I had no idea what was going to happen now. Would she stop it? Would she cry? Would she be mad at me? Or does she want it? If she does, does it make her mad to realize that she wants it, regardless of who’s at home right now? The wheels ground in my head for what felt like an eternity, but in an instant, I felt her push her moan through her lips and into my mouth, followed by her tongue entwining with my own; she was kissing me back, there was no doubt. She just took the next step…To be fair, we both had spouses at home that we were cheating on by now. But I had told myself, this day, if this chance presented itself, I was not going to give it up.She had her left hand on my cock, stroking it, and her right hand moved to her breasts, and she quite literally started feeling them to me. She asked me if I thought she had big tits. I told her that yes, she has big brown tits – which made her moan loudly. She kept guiding me, and asked if I liked sucking on her big brown mommy tits. I couldn’t believe she used one of the phrases that has been going around in my head about her breasts for 2 years now, and I almost kaçak bahis lost it in that moment. I slowed her down a bit so I didn’t cum right then, and then told her that I’ve sucked a lot of tits, and there are none I love more than her big brown mommy tits. She started her next question, but I cut her off and told her YES, I would have loved to drink from your big mommy udders.Suddenly she moaned loudly, and her exotic curry pussy scent filled my car, and my nose. I looked at her and asked her how it felt to have her first orgasm while cheating… the walls were coming down. The combination of drink earlier, the benzo, and the fact that this felt so good and so right… she said it felt amazing, and she said that yes, she did cum right then, and that her panties were soaked now.I took a moment to lean down, pull her leggings and panties down and off her now shoeless feet, and then slid her leggings back on. She watched me as I opened my glove box, pulled out a single Ziploc bag I had just for this occasion, should it present itself, and I put her wet panties into the bag and zipped it closed. She asked what I was doing, and I said I want to keep her scent fresh for as long as I can. (At some point, I’ll do a small gallery with pics of her panties that I never returned, and never will).I now moved my seat back all the way, and put the seat back down as far as it would go. Then I leaned over, put my hands under her perfect brown ass, and lifted her tiny frame over into my seat with me. She was now sitting on my lap. We were just sitting for the moment, but not much had to happen at this point…She looked into my eyes, kissed me, and started stroking me slowly. I started to play with her brown tits. I very slowly nudged her body in the right direction as we played together. I lifted her up off me and pulled her leggings back off. I left the dress on (see the photo at top of story again), but it was unbuttoned exposing her chest completely. Then I slid her down until the key was literally resting against the gate.We looked into each others’ eyes, kissed again, and then she said, “We both have spouses at home that we are going home to after this. They are who we have to live with after this. Do you have protection?” I told her the truth – that I had carried protection with me every single day at work, just because you never know what might happen. But this last day, I chose to leave it home. I told her I wanted to experience all of her, just once. I turned the question back on her, “Do YOU have any protection?”. She never answered me… she picked herself up, and lowered herself down onto my straining thick white cock. After so many fantasies, this was it. She was fucking me. BAREBACK.I looked at her and said, “You’re fucking me bareback…”, to which she just smiled and nodded. I said, “well, if you want me to pull out…” and with that she put her hand over my mouth and stopped me. She did NOT want me to pull out. Now go back to the first photo up top, and picture that woman, breasts fully exposed, dress hiked up, panties gone, leggings off, shoes off, riding my cock. I’m picturing it again as I write this. I put my arms on her sides and helped her slide up and down on my bare cock, as I buried my face in her big brown tits, sucking them as she rode me. It took a little while, but eventually we both approached orgasm. She looked at me with those big beautiful brown desi eyes, and then whispered, “I love you… if you want to pull out, it’s your choice.”I said to her, “I’ve always believed you can love more than one person…”. And not long after, I told her that I was going to cum. She nodded and said she is ready. As I got close, I asked her one last time if she was ready, and she nodded… and then whispered, “now…”, and then screamed, “SHOOT YOUR CHEATING WHITE CUM DEEP IN MY CHEATING BROWN WIFE AND MOM WOMB!” That was it… nothing was going to hold it back after she said that. I exploded, and as she felt me start to unload inside her bare, she exploded. She literally screamed, “OHMYGOD YOU’RE CUMMING IN ME!!!”, and she took every single rope of cum that I had for her. And then we slowed down, and she whispered to me, “oh my god, you came in me…” and I saw a few tears roll down her cheeks.”Are you worried about getting pregnant?”, I asked her.”NO.”, she answered, quickly and emphatically.”Because you’re on the pill?””No, I’m not on the pill. I’ve never been on the pill. But if I do have a second c***d, even if he’s a little lighter, no one will bat an eye.”I told her, “I have to be honest, part of me wants to have knocked you up with my seed right now…”She said, “I know baby…”, and kissed me one last time, deeply.——————————————-From time to time, we talk on WhatsApp. Usually a few times a month is the only time that we can openly talk – we have to make sure both houses are either to bed, or out doing something. But you’ll be happy to know that she and her husband are doing a great job of raising the baby I shot into her, well, going on 3 years ago now.That pretty Indian woman above cuckolded her husband and had a baby with another married lover, and even though he has no idea he’s being cuckolded, she will always know. And I will know too – every time she sends me a photo of him taking care of the baby girl I have her that day…