Erotica Fucking Deepti Aunty

[Mohan Ahuja]

Hello everyone. This is Meet again with new story. This story is about my friend Dhruv So lets here from his perspective.

I am Dhruv here with a incident that happened a few years ago and one that I still think about all the time. It’s a long one about losing my virginity. But I wouldn’t be doing it justice unless I included all the details. So sit back and enjoy it.

To get it out of the way, I’m 5’9, pretty skinny, and have a medium complexion. I have a standard 6-inch tool that’s quite thick.

I’m 24 now. This event took place back when I had completed 18 in the summer of 2014. I had just got done with my boards, did pretty well. I was set to head off to college in Delhi. I lived in Mumbai at the time. The day of my departure drew nearer.

I spent time kicking about with my friends who were leaving for college abroad, given I would see them rarely moving forward. One day, I got home after having lunch with some friends, and we decided to meet later in the evening and grab some drinks. My parents had different ideas.

“It’s Dipti aunty’s birthday tonight, and she’s throwing a party. We’re leaving for her house at 9,” my mom said. I shrugged and whined to no avail. “This is the last time everyone will get to see you until you return for Diwali. You have to come,” they ordered me.

I finally obliged, as there was no point in arguing anymore. I decided to get some shut-eye. 9 ‘o clock rolled around, and we were on our way to Bandra.

A little about Dipti aunty: she was definitely my favorite aunty in my parents’ friends’ group. At 35, she was younger than the rest of the aunties and uncles and thereby a lot cooler. When we turned 16, she’d always sneak us a drink or two at family parties. She’d always teasingly ask us about our girlfriends and boyfriends. She was fun to be around.

She had been married for 12 years and had an 11-ye*r-*ld son. But damn, she was absolutely gorgeous. I never thought about her sexually, but always found her extremely attractive. She was a Delhi Punjabi. Extremely fair, slim, and had a great rack and ass.

I would best describe her appearance as an older, slightly shorter Anushka Sharma. She was about 5’8. With that being said, she was much older than me and was my parents’ friend. My mind at the time was too innocent to ever fantasize about her.

Moving on. Mumbai traffic on a Friday night is ridiculous, so everyone was late. We were the first to get there, and Dipti aunty and Anurag uncle, her husband, were still setting up when we reached. I told my parents I had to make a call, and I’d follow them up later.

I really just wanted to get a smoke. So, I made my way up after puffing on a Goldflake King and rang the bell. I made it to the building’s party hall and was greeted by a smiling Dipti aunty. “Look who’s here! Mr. All Grown Up! It’s been so long beta, how are you?” she said she came in for a hug.

She looked jaw-dropping. She had a dark blue saree on and her hair tied in a bun. Her waist and hip were well exposed and looked ridiculously sexy. Dipti Aunty always hugged us. But this time, it felt like she lingered. It felt a little different. I didn’t think much of it and went on in.

She seemed to be in good spirits, by which I mean she was already a little tipsy. A few minutes after we reached, she remembered she’d left some food and chasers downstairs in the apartment. She asked if I could help her get everything up to the hall. I happily obliged.

In the elevator on the way down, we were standing really close to each other. She animatedly acted tired and rested her head on my shoulder. “Throwing a party is so much more tiring than it is fun,” she sighed. I had to agree. She was so close to me. Her boobs were lightly resting on my chest, and it felt so hot.

But again, I didn’t think much of it and suppressed any straying thoughts I had. We made it to the apartment and collected the food and chasers. Before we headed back down, she whispered, “Hmm, so it seems like someone is old enough to smoke now. I can smell it on you.”

I panicked. Was she going to tell my parents? I’d be dead. But to my relief, she pulled out a pack from a kitchen cabinet. She said, “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”

“Oh yes, absolutely, don’t worry about that aunty, I won’t,” I replied. “Join me in the balcony for a quick smoke?” she asked. This was so cool. I’d never smoked with an aunty before. Dipti Aunty was just so cool. We got in the balcony, and she lit the smoke.

We were standing close, our shoulders touching each other. “Ah, college. You’re going to have a blast. All the young hotties are going to be after you. Don’t forget me when you leave,” she joked and leaned further into me, now partially in front of me.

“Come on, aunty, how could I possibly,” I replied. “You’re the coolest aunty in the group, you know that,” I responded. “Awww, what a sweetie,” she said and leaned further in and gave me a lingering 3-second kiss on my cheek. She was now almost entirely in front of me and leaning on the balcony rails.

Her ass was literally up against my dick. Fuck whatever thoughts I was trying to suppress before. I was getting hard now. She was so incredibly hot. My hormones were raging. That kiss had to have meant something. I wanted her now.

The cigarette was nearly done, and I had to think fast before we went back up. What was the most harmless yet sexual thing I could do? I decided to reciprocate and plant a kiss on her cheek. Risky, but I could play it off if she freaked out.

So I put one hand on her bare waist and planted a long kiss on her cheeks. She took a deep breath and backed up further into me, slowly grinding her body against mine and dropped the cigarette off the balcony. Fuck! It’s happening. I kept my kiss planted, and she kept moving. This went on for 30 seconds.

She slowly turned her face towards mine and kissed me on the lips. We started kissing. Lips only and slowly some tongue. I was in disbelief. How the fuck was this actually happening. Her body was still facing away from mine. I moved my hands along her waist and placed it on her stomach as we continued kissing.

Our tongues were inseparable. She was so experienced. About a minute in, I panicked and broke the kiss. “Aunty, is it okay that we’re doing this? Are you okay with this?” I asked.

She was quiet for a moment and responded, “Look, I love my husband. I have a family. And they’ll always be the world to me. But I just want to have some fun. As long as you promise that not a soul will ever know about this.” That was fair. And I wanted her too badly to stop now.

I stared at her for a second and went back in to kiss her. “Wait, they’ll be expecting us upstairs. We have to make an excuse,” she said.

She called her husband and told him that the maid had undercooked the chicken and that she had to fry it again. She also told them we were short on chasers and that she sent me to the store to buy some. He bought it.

“Let’s move inside,” she said. She went in, and I followed. We made it to the living room, and she lay down on the sofa. I got on top of her and got back to making out with her. I slowly began to grind my hips against hers, and she began breathing heavily.

She broke away the kiss and took my t-shirt off and then stood up to undo her saree. “Fuck, this is going to be a pain to put back on,” she said. A few moments later, she was in nothing but her black bra and panties. I slipped my jeans off and sat upright on the couch.

“We don’t have time, let’s hurry,” she said and slid her panties off before unclipping her bra. There she was, in all her glory. Her body looked like an hourglass. She was so slim yet so thick. Her ass protruded from her hips, and her pink nipples looked incredible on her perfectly shaped boobs.

Her pussy was covered in short, trimmed hair. I couldn’t believe I was going to have sex with this woman. She got on her knees and pulled my boxers off before jerking my now fully erect dick. Before I could process anything, she swallowed my dick whole, moving up and down as she moved her tongue.

My first blowjob. She kept going, and before I knew it, I was going to cum. I pulled her head up and told her I was close. “Oh, no! Not so soon, beta. Let’s move on now.” She got on her feet, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching out and rubbing her clit.

She sighed heavily and whispered, “Put it in.” I slowly slipped my index finger inside her. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. She was dripping. Now I knew what people meant when they said a woman was wet. I stroked in and out a few times before she said, “That’s enough, let’s do it.”

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her juice. The hair was wet. Everything was wet. I looked at her face, and this 35-year-old aunty now looked like a teenager. That look of lust and vulnerability in her eyes. I placed myself over her.

This was it. I was going to lose my virginity. She held my dick and guided it towards her hole. She rubbed it at the entrance for a few seconds. It was soaked. Then, she slowly guided it inside.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was entering a woman. This vagina had given birth to a child. Yet, it gripped my cock tight as I slowly pushed in. I dug my face into her neck and slowly started moving in and out. I was in heaven. Sex is something else. She was so wet. And soft.

I moved up to kiss her as I moved in and out of her dripping vagina. We were both sweating. She held my head as we kissed and licked each other tongues. I slowly began picking up the pace and started fucking her hard. Just the thought that this 35-year-old mother and I had snuck off to fuck had gotten me close to the edge.

She slowly pushed me out, and I glanced down at my dick and her pussy. My dick and her pussy were covered in her cream. “Sit up,” she commanded. She stood up and got on top of me and slowly began lowering herself on my dick. She grabbed my head and kissed me as I slowly slid all the way into her pussy.

She broke the kiss to sigh and then slowly began bobbing up and down. The air was now filled with the sounds of her ass slapping against my thighs and my dick sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. Her boobs bounced in front of my face, and I instinctively took her right boob into my mouth.

I lightly bit her nipples and licked them. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” she said. She was struggling to get words out. I had my hands on her ass and squeezed it as she moved up and down. I don’t know what came over me. But I slowly guided my right hand towards her asshole and lightly ran my finger over it.

She didn’t seem to mind, so I slowly slipped the finger halfway inside. She looked down at me and murmured, “Hmm, someone’s a kinky boy.” Here I was, an 18-year-old boy with a 35-year-old mother who was riding my dick while my finger was in her ass.

I was ready to cum. I pulled her down on my dick. “I’m really close,” I said. “Me too, get on top of me again,” she responded. She lay back down, and I quickly slipped my dick back into her, stroking in and out. I wasted no time and picked up the pace.

The wet sounds of me stroking her pussy were such a turn on. “I’m going to cum,” she said and began kissing me. A moment later, her body froze, and she locked her legs around me. Her pussy gripped my dick hard as she began cumming. That was it. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

I plowed her faster, and before I knew it, my balls tingled. I pushed all the way in her and shot rope after rope of cum into her pussy. Our lips were still locked, and I let out a few grunts each time I shot into her. My ears were ringing. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I was in an unbelievable amount of pleasure. It almost felt criminal to feel that good. I collapsed on her and dug my face next to hers. I was finished. I breathed heavily as my dick continued to rest inside her. She stroked my hair and placed kisses on my cheek and whispered, “it’s okay, beta, it’s okay.”

It was so emotional. I didn’t know it was possible to feel that good. Our sweat mixed as did our juices. We stayed that way for a good 5 minutes before my dick slipped out of her pussy. “That was something else. I haven’t felt that way in years. Thanks, beta,” she said before going in for a kiss.

She got up and cleaned the cum on my dick and her pussy with tissues and started getting ready. We freshened up and headed back to the party hall. Only 30 minutes had passed, but it felt like ages. “I’ll go first. You enter 5 minutes later,” she said.

In the elevator, we couldn’t stop placing pecks on each other. I was in love. “No one can know about this. It’ll be the end for both of us, beta. Please. No one,” she begged. “Don’t worry aunty, I would never do that to you,” I reassured her.

“Arre, what took you so long, Dhruv?” her husband asked as I entered. “The store was shut uncle, I had to walk further to the next one,” I said. Dipti Aunty overheard the conversation nervously. But she soon realized I was on top of my shit and wouldn’t clumsily give away our secret.

Little did Anurag uncle know that I just came inside his wife a few minutes earlier. It was such a cool feeling. I felt like a God.

For the rest of the party, we kept catching each other’s eyes. She was back to being the mature Indian aunty that she was expected to be. I was so glad that we had this intimate experience to share – one that would bond us together forever. I was awestruck. I wanted to marry her. And have her with me forever.

But of course, that was never going to happen. I left Mumbai a week later, and that was the last I saw Dipti aunty for months. I jerked off thinking about our fuck for months to come. To this day, I think about it every day.

Dipti Aunty and I had the opportunity to fuck a few more times after that when I used to come home from college for holidays.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

So hello everyone, I am Meet here back with the second part of the story. I hope you are enjoying the story. So in the first story I had described how I lost my virginity to Dipti, my hot sexy aunty before heading off to college. I’d definitely recommend reading that story before moving on to this as it would help you gain context.

Dhruv's Narration:

The college began, and I got extremely busy tackling and experiencing all the new things it threw at me. I still thought of Dipti aunty nearly every single day. I jerked off an uncountable number of times, thinking back to how I lost my virginity to her. I was still so infatuated with her so many months later.

I reached out to her over text once after leaving for college, asking her how she was doing and telling her how much I missed her. She responded sweetly, wishing me all the best. But also said we shouldn’t be in touch as it would be difficult for either of us to explain why we were talking if we were caught.

I was pretty heartbroken about that but respected her need to be as safe as possible. These were very high stakes. I honestly didn’t have time for any girls at college during my first semester. Settling in and getting used to a new routine was too hectic.

I tried my best to maintain a strong academic record. Looking back, however, it was probably my teenage obsession with the lady who took my virginity that held me back from becoming involved with college girls.

I visited Bombay once during my first semester for Diwali. Upon arriving, however, I learned that Dipti aunty and her family had traveled to Delhi to spend time with her parents. The heartbreak continued.

In the meantime, I continued to let my imagination run wild. I returned to college and finished up my semester. Quite frankly, I might have forgotten about her at this point because I was so caught up with end-sem exams and papers.

But as soon as I got on to the flight back to Mumbai for my mid-semester break, there was only one person on my mind. Several days passed, and finally, my mom told me about a family friend party happening one weekend at another couple’s house. I asked her who will be coming.

She listed our name after name that sounded like white noise to me until I heard her say, “Dipti aunty’s family.” This was it. I was finally going to get to see her. My heart rate shot up. I only had another week left in Mumbai before I had to return to Delhi. If I had to make something happen, it had to be now.

The day finally arrived, and I was decked up and ready to see her. We arrived at the party pretty late. I wasn’t sure whether Dipti aunty and her family had arrived yet. I entered the house and began greeting all the aunties and uncles one at a time, but constantly looked around to catch a glimpse of my lover.

There she was. I saw her standing at the bar with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked even better than she did when I last saw her. Her fair skin glowed beautifully under the dim evening lights. Her flat stomach peeped from underneath a black sari.

He shapely breasts sat snug in her blouse, and her perfect ass noticeably stood out. My jaw nearly dropped. Her hair was tied in a bun as usual, which was just so fucking hot. How did I ever get to cum inside this goddess?

I nervously approached the bar to say hello. She was accompanied by a few others, and my heart started racing again. “Hello, aunty,” I timidly said. She turned towards me, and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Hi Dhruv beta, finally, we get to see you! Look how sharp this college boy is looking,” she said to me and others in the group. As always, she leaned in for a hug. I reached around her with both my arms and nearly melted when we finally touched. So many memories rushed back.

The feeling of her boobs on my chest, coupled with her scent, nearly gave me a hard-on. The hug didn’t last too long since we were surrounded by other people. I made some small talk with her and the group until I went to look for the other college kids who were at the party.

The rest of the night was uneventful for a while. I was in one of the bedrooms playing Fifa with some other kids and quite frustrated that I wouldn’t be able to get some alone time with Dipti aunty.

At some point, I headed to the kitchen to find some spare alcohol to pour into my coke. The kitchen was empty, and all the adults were mingling in the living room.

“Hi Dhruv,” I heard someone say. I looked over my shoulder, and there she was. She slowly walked up to me and stood very close, with only a few inches between our faces. “So tell me, beta, how have you been?” she asked me. I wanted to kiss her right then.

But I collected myself and responded, “I’ve been well aunty, but honestly, I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” A small smile appeared on her face. “Oh, so no young college hotties then?” she followed up. “None at all. I honestly haven’t been able to think of anyone but you.” I quickly replied.

A period of silence followed as we looked at each other deep in the eyes. Our heads slowly moved closer to each other. We both knew what was going to happen. I slowly placed my lips on hers. So many months of waiting and I finally got to kiss her.

Soon, I slipped my tongue in her mouth, and we started panting heavily. I put one hand on her naked waist and another on the side of her face. I was in seventh heaven. I pulled her in closer to me, and we continued kissing. I squeezed her waist lightly when she broke the kiss and stepped back.

We heard footsteps. I quickly acted like I was pouring myself a drink while she straightened out her saari and dashed out of the kitchen. I was extremely disappointed at this stage. That was probably the closest I’d get to get during my visit, and it ended prematurely.

The party ended soon after that. Dipti aunty and I caught glances of each other’s eyes as our families bid goodbyes.

On the way home, I got a text on my phone. It was from Dipti aunty. My heart raced yet again. I was going to get a stroke at this rate. The text simply read: “Dipti here. I’m going to text you later at night. Don’t respond or text me until I message you first.”

I got home, said goodnight to my parents, and patiently waited. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. I was getting restless now when finally, at 3:30, my phone lit up with a text from her.

“Sorry for the delay, beta. Are you awake? Can I call? Make sure no one is around you.” I rushed to my washroom and immediately responded, “There’s no way I wouldn’t be awake, aunty. Yes, I can speak now.”

The phone rang, and I answered faster than I’ve answered a call in my life. “Hi, beta,” she whispered. My cock instantly started getting hard. The social norms I was breaking by having a fling with this married 35-year old mother was just too much of a turn on by itself.

“I don’t have much time, but I’ll quickly tell you what I have in mind. I’m calling in sick to work on Monday. Can you come over at 10 AM? Uncle would have left to work then, and the kid will be at tuitions,” she quickly mumbled. I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

If her husband heard her, it would likely be the end of her life in Indian public society. “Of course I’ll be there, aunty. I can’t wait,” I replied. “Achha, remember, no calls or texts, just be here at 10. Goodnight, beta.”

I didn’t sleep that night. Or Saturday night. Or Sunday night. Every single waking moment was spent thinking about burying my cock deep inside her as I sucked on her tongue. Monday morning came. I was up early, which surprised my parents, who were just leaving for work.

As soon as they left, I showered, changed, booked an Uber, and was off to her house. I hastily made my way up to her flat and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and there she was, as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a loose blue t-shirt and sweat pants.

The outline of her perfect breasts was visible through the baggy t-shirt. I got a quick glimpse of a nipple, which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra. Finally, finally, I’m going to have her. I stepped in, and she instantly hugged me. I hugged back hard. There was nothing sexual about this hug.

It was simply two people who have been longing for each other, finally being able to meet in privacy. “Come in, beta, sit down,” she said. “You’re right on time. I’m so glad this worked out. Aarav only returns from tuitions in 2 hours, so we have plenty of time.” she continued.

She was finishing off some work on her laptop and asked me to give her a few minutes before she finally shut the laptop lid and said, “All done. Should we head to the bedroom?” with a smile on her face. She held my hand and led me to the master bedroom.

Holy shit. I was going to fuck her in the same bed she shares with her husband. This was so insane. We entered the large master bedroom, and she latched the door behind us before drawing all the curtains. She then walked towards me and rested her arms on my shoulders.

“Finally,” she whispered as she smiled. “Finally,” I whispered back.

She reached in for a kiss and then we were at it. It started slowly with just the lips. I lost every worry in the world. I was in absolute bliss. Soon, our tongues tussled against each other’s as we exchanged copious amounts of saliva. My hands were running up and down the sides of her body while her bra-less boobs pushed into my chest.

She slowly started pulling me back towards the bed as we kissed, and we laid down on the bed. My mouth was inseparable from hers. I slipped my hand under her shirt and finally felt her soft stomach. It was the softest thing I’d felt in the world.

“I missed you so much, aunty,” I murmured while kissing her. “Me too, beta. I just want you so bad,” she replied. She then broke the kiss and took my T-shirt off, and started placing kisses on my torso. I grabbed her shirt and also lifted it off her body.

There they were in all their glory— a perfect set of boobs with beautiful pink nipples. I instantly pounced one them and began sucking them. She was now in my arms and ran her hands through my hair as I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her boobs.

She then unbuckled my belt and asked me to slip my jeans and boxers off. I obliged, and she simultaneously slipped her pants off. No panties. Her pussy glimmered under a ray of sunlight that made its way through the window. It was just as I remembered it.

It was covered in short, neatly trimmed hair. I just wanted to slip my dick inside and start pounding her that very second. We then lay down beside each other, and she began making her way down my body, kissing my neck, chest, and stomach.

She placed a final kiss on the head of my penis before swallowing it whole. I shuddered. I could do nothing but look down as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick and ran her tongue in the most arousing patterns. Before I knew it, I was close. I pulled her up and placed her on her back.

My dick was literally dripping wet. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I also wanted to get a taste of my first pussy. I made my way down her pussy. There it was up close. I could see both the folds of her vagina and her tight asshole. The scent of her genitals had me intoxicated.

It was like nothing I had smelled before. I slowly began lapping her already wet pussy. I went up and down, then side to side, and then in circles. It was absolutely delicious. I just couldn’t get enough. She was panting heavily now. She pulled my head up and planted an extremely deep kiss on my lips.

“That’s enough, beta. Just put it inside now,” she sighed. I positioned myself over her. I was finally going to do it. I was going to fuck my Dipti aunty after all these months. I looked deep into her eyes as I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

The fact that this pussy had given birth to a child still blew my mind. She grabbed my dick and slowly pushed it in. We both sighed as I pushed all the way in. It was so incredibly wet. I could’ve come right then. I slowly began stroking in and out of her.

The sound of her pussy queefing filled the silent air. I began kissing her as I pushed in and out. We were getting pretty wild with our kissing. We were sweating. Her pussy and my dick were soaked. And our saliva passed too and fro as we sucked on each other tongues.

I picked up the pace and really started plowing her. I was in disbelief about how her pussy was still tight despite giving birth to a child and being fucked for so many years. I got extremely close to cumming and decided to stop thrusting. I pushed all the way in and rested there.

Dipti Aunty and I looked into each other’s eyes and I swear to you, it was love. Some form of love. “Want to try it from behind?” she asked me. I pulled out and she turned onto her stomach. I positioned myself at the entrance of her pussy lips. She reached back from underneath and pushed my dick in.

This was a beautiful view. I could clearly see my dick slip in and out of her and could also see her tight asshole. If you l remember from the previous story, I have a thing for assholes. Rather, I think when a woman lets you enter her asshole, it’s something special.

The fact that she allows you to do that to her is a massive turn on. I ran my finger on her asshole. I pounded her. “Can I?” I asked her. She laughed and responded, “Go for it, beta. I’m all yours.” That was all I needed. I licked my finger and slowly pushed it into her asshole. She groaned softly.

It was unbelievably tight. I began stroking it in and out, which loosened up her asshole a little. She was panting extremely heavily at this point. She left out soft squirms each time I pushed my finger in. “Do you want to get on top? I’m really close to cumming.”

“Me too, aunty. I want to kiss you as I cum,” I responded. I pulled my dick out of her, and it was coated in her cream. It was almost like foam. The whole thing was just so wet. She got on her back, and I quickly entered her and began pounding her rapidly.

I grabbed the skin on her neck between my lips and lightly nibbled at them. The air was filled with the sound of her wet pussy, our thighs slapping against each other’s, and our deep breaths. She began whispering, “Cum with me, beta,” and placed several pecks on my cheeks. I couldn’t believe how good I was feeling.

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” she breathlessly whispered shortly after that. I instantly began feeling her pussy walls clamp down on me as she grabbed my face and began kissing me. I was done for. I gave her one final push before I exploded inside her. My ears were ringing again.

I briefly opened my eyes to see Dipti aunty kissing me as I unloaded a bucket’s worth of cum inside her. I couldn’t help myself from groaning. I stroked a little more to get every last bit of cum out before I collapsed on her. We were speechless. I think we were both probably in a state of euphoria.

I rested inside her until my cock softened and slipped out. I then laid down next to her and saw the massive puddle of cum that had dropped out of her 35-year old pussy. No words were exchanged. I spooned her and began caressing every inch of her body – her neck, breasts, stomach, navel, thighs, and pussy.

She purred at every touch. At that very moment, I just wanted to tell her to elope with me. Somewhere far away, where we could live like a normal couple. Where we could fuck every day. And lose ourselves in each other every moment. But my better sense prevailed, and I kept mum.

I didn’t want to freak her out. Instead, I simply said, “I love you, Dipti aunty.” She turned around to look at me with a cute smile and said, “Awwww, I love you too, baccha,” before placing a peck on my lips.

We were both extremely exhausted, and soon unknowingly passed out. I woke up an hour or so later to her soft voice. “Beta, wake up, it’s time to go. Aarav will be here any minute,” she whispered. We had to part again. But I knew this was coming and was well-prepared to deal with it.

I got up and got dressed, as did she. We made our way to the main door. She gave me a hug – a long one. The hug soon morphed into a slow passionate kiss. We couldn’t let go of each other. I never wanted to let go of her. Ever. We finally broke this kiss, and I was on my way.

The last thing she said to me was, “Don’t forget old Dipti aunty.”

“How could I ever,” I responded.

This was the second time I fucked Dipti aunty. At the time, I was definitely in love with her. I wanted no one but her. Over the next year, we fucked a few more times. I had and continue to have so much respect for her. She showed me the way in the world of sex.

She was so loving. So hard-working. A wonderful parent. And a beautiful person. I don’t know if she’ll ever truly know the happiness my hot sexy aunty brought me.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Hey guys I am Meet and back again with the final part of fucking Dipti aunty. To have better understanding and feeling please read the previous parts of the story. This story is of a friend so upto his perspective.

Dhruv's Narration

This takes place in the summer after the first year of college. I had managed to land a pretty decent internship in Gurgaon. I found a nice studio apartment in one of the nicer South Delhi neighborhoods.

As a Bombay kid, the Delhi metro blew me away. On the yellow line, it was possible to reach Gurgaon in minutes! No hassle with rains, finding cabs, traffic, etc. Anyways, back to the story.

My daily routine would include going to work, coming home, blasting the AC, and reading books/watching movies. This was enjoyable for a while, and I really liked the solitude. Inevitably, I soon got bored with the routine, and as always, my thoughts began straying.

No points for guessing who thee thoughts were about. Honestly, I had forgotten about her for a while. During my semester at college, I had been fucking this classmate of mine (I’ll talk about that another time). My thoughts were mainly occupied by her. But Dipti aunty slowly made her way back into my fantasies.

The fantasies were a little different this time. I fantasized a lot more about just being with her, waking up to her, cuddling with her, giving her a massage, holding her hand. It’s also important to note that I hadn’t spoken to her since we last fucked during my semester break (previous story).

Anyways, about a month or so of my internship finished, and I was getting bored with my routine. I just couldn’t stand the heat. I’d spend hours in bed looking at the ceiling. I would pick up hash and get blazed pretty often too. I was definitely not living it up, and this summer was one to forget.

On a Friday, on my way home, I was standing in a crowded when my phone buzzed. I was so exhausted that I didn’t even bother checking it at the time. I decided to have a look after getting home. I got home, collapsed on the bed, and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

This was when my jaw dropped. It was a text from Dipti aunty. It read: “Hi beta, I’m going to be in Delhi on Monday next week for a conference. I’ll be there for the night and leave on Tuesday morning. Maybe we can spend it together if you’re free? Don’t respond now. I’ll follow-up with you when I land in Delhi. Hope to see you soon, beta.”

My heart just began racing. “If I’m free?” Hell, I would fly across the globe if it meant being able to spend another night with Dipti aunty — to be able to kiss those soft lips, lick that wet tongue, and bury my dick deep in that heavenly pussy. I was not tired all of a sudden. I was fresh. I was awake. Reborn.

Every single moment I had spent with Dipti aunty up until that moment came to my head over and over. It motivated me to get out of my rut and pull my shit together. I had really let myself go this past month, but now it was time to get sharp. For the first time in weeks, I had something to look forward to.

I immediately called my manager and told her I wouldn’t be able to come into work on Monday and Tuesday for personal reasons. That weekend went by slower than any weekend in my life did. I spent time getting myself in shape. I got rid of the hideous beard I was growing at the time. I shaved my pubes.

I went and got a haircut. And cleaned my flat. I wasn’t sure where we would be spending the night, but I got my place in order just in case. I had no information about when Dipti aunty would land/text me. So I slept extremely early on Sunday night to ensure I’d wake up on time to hear from her.

I was up at 6:30 AM on Monday, and the day had finally arrived. No text from Dipti aunty yet, but it was still early. I set the alarm and went back to bed. I was woken up at 7:30 by a phone call. It was her. In a half-groggy state, I quickly woke myself up and answered.

“Hi Dhruv beta, how are you? I’ve just landed in Delhi,” she excitedly said. “Good morning, aunty. I’m so glad you’re here. Was the flight all right? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” I replied.

“No, no bacha, I’m with colleagues now. We’re taking a cab straight to the conference. I can’t speak too much now so I’ll tell you the plan. The conference and dinner should be over at 10 PM. I thought we could meet at your place? I’ve told my colleagues that I’m spending the night with my family. Does that work?” she asked me.

“Absolutely aunty. Yes. I’ll send you my address. I can’t wait to see you!” I responded. “Me too, beta. Achha, I have to go now. See you soon, love,” she said. Before hanging up, she let out the sound of a soft kiss. That instantly gave me a hard-on. I couldn’t wait.

But I had the whole day to kill before I would see her. I sent her my address. Just the idea that this lady was married and has a son, and is sneaking around to get filled with my cum while on a business trip was such an intense turn-on. She actually wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

She had a few extra hours in Delhi and wanted to spend it with me. That was special. 10 PM rolled around, and I didn’t hear from her. Then 11 PM. I was starting to get worried. Did she decide not to go ahead with it? Did her family force her to come home? Is she safe?

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. But finally, at 11:30, she texted me. “I am really sorry, beta, I got a little delayed. I’m leaving now and should be at your house in 30 minutes.” it read. Phew. What a relief. I was starting to think this wasn’t going to happen.

At the stroke of the midnight hour (haha), my doorbell rang. I rushed and opened it. There she was. Time stopped for a moment. Butterflies filled my stomach. My jaw dropped. She was wearing a saree, as usual, though it didn’t reveal her waist as it usually did.

Her hair was in a perfect bun. Her fair Punjabi skin was glowing. Her ass still protruded out of her hips to give her that perfect hourglass figure. “Dhruv! I’m here! So nice to finally see you!” she said and came in for a hug. “I missed you so much, aunty,” I exclaimed.

We hugged for nearly three minutes. She dug her face into my neck and caressed her back. It was so blissful. I was in complete peace. The love of my life was in my arms. She slowly broke away from the hug and placed a short kiss on my lips.

“Hey, nice place Dhruv. Pretty neat for a bachelor pad. But first things first, I need to change and freshen up. Where’s the bathroom?” She said. I guided her to the bathroom and waited on my bed. My heart kept beating. She was in for a while, and I was wondering what took her so long.

“Everything okay in there, aunty?” I asked. “Yes, yes, beta, I’ll be out in a second, don’t worry,” she replied. About five minutes after that, the door unlocked, and she walked out. My heart stopped. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, but instead, had put on some ridiculously sexy lingerie.

She was wearing a black bralette and black Pantone’s. Here’s the twist, though. Both of these were entirely see-through. I could perfectly see her godly breasts and beautiful vagina. “Tada,” she yelled and struck a pose while laughing. “I don’t even know what to say, aunty. You look like a goddess.” I replied.

“Awww, you’re too sweet. I just thought since we had so much time and space to ourselves, we should do it properly,” she followed up. She was so cute. She was cheating on her husband by fucking a college student but was still too shy to say, ‘Sex.’

I wanted to devour her right then and there. Before I could stand up and walk towards her, however, she approached and straddled me. She began grinding on me and had a lustful smile on her face. I immediately reached in to kiss her. We were at it right away. We were making out like wild animals.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it like a baby. She kept grinding me, and my dick was rock hard at this point. My hands were on her ass. We made out for nearly 10 minutes before she hugged me really tight again.

“Aah, Dhruv, I’ve missed you too much beta. Couldn’t you have found a college to attend in Bombay?” she said while sighing heavily. “I would do anything to be near you now, aunty. I wish I just stayed in Bombay,” I responded. “Chalo, koi nahi,” she responded.

She slowly lifted my t-shirt off and began placing pecks on my chest. She then got off me and got on her knees. She looked up at me, smiling as she slid my shorts off. “So, still feel like you’re in a slump? Or has Dipti aunty fixed it for you?” she jokingly asked.

“Huh? I’m confused. You know about it, aunty?” I questioningly replied. She slid my shorts off and lightly grasped my dick. Heaven! “I’m friends with your mom, beta. Mom’s talk. I always make it a point to ask about you,” she cutely smiled.

“Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’m definitely not in a rut now aunty. I’m on the top of the world, in fact.” I replied. “Glad to hear beta. Now let me take you to the top of the universe,” she said before she swallowed my dick whole at one go. She took my dick into her mouth and ran her tongue all along its length.

She began bobbing her head, and I swear I was ready to come that very moment but controlled myself. At one point, she began licking my balls. I was in heaven. This was a married woman. She had a child. And here she was using her tongue to play with my balls. It was so surreal.

After about 7 minutes, I grabbed her head and lifted her up. I pulled her panties down and went straight in for her pussy. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was standing in front of me. I raised one of her legs with my hand and placed it on the bed.

I then began licking her pussy, which was covered in well-trimmed hair as usual. I lapped it up like a puppy. It tasted and smelt better than the last time. Probably because of all the sweat and heat she had to deal with the whole day. I slowly stuck my tongue inside her pussy and began pushing it in and out.

She was breathing extremely heavily and had pushed my head into her pussy. A few moments later, she straddled me again and began grinding her wet pussy lips on my dick. I could have cum right then. Our lips were locked as we both ripped our bodies against each other.

I reached behind her and tried to undo her bra but failed miserably. “Haha, don’t worry bacha, I’ll do it,” she said and let her perfect breasts out. I placed my hands on both of them and squeezed them as I kissed her. She slowly reached underneath her and grabbed my dick.

She then lifted herself and guided my cock in her 35-year old pussy. We let out a sigh as her pussy swallowed my dick swallowed me whole. She was dripping wet. Her pussy was so warm. My dick perfectly stretched her walls. The velvet folds of her vagina gripped my cock tight as she moved up and down.

But her pussy juices eased the friction and created a heavenly feeling. I grabbed her right breast and began licking her nipple in circles. I lightly bit her nipples and sucked them hard. I stopped and looked up to her in the eyes. She looked back at me, and we both let out a smile.

We both knew how insanely fucked up what we’re doing was. But we didn’t care. We just loved it so much. I asked her if I could get on top of her, and she happily obliged. She lay down on the bed, and I positioned myself above her. Her legs were spread wide, and I slowly forced my cock into her tight pussy.

Her vagina let out a wet sound as I made my way all the way into her. I couldn’t get over how wet she was. She must have wanted this as badly as I did. I stroked in and out of her slowly while I playfully placed kisses all over her face. I then began picking up the pace, making faster and deeper strokes.

Seeing her body move up and down each time I stroked in and out was such a turn on. This whole thing was such a turn on. She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so sensual. Our tongues wrestled as I let kept pounding her hard.

As I was stroking her, she placed her lips on my neck and began giving me a hickey (or a love bite, as it is known in India). It hurt a little but was extremely pleasurable. “There you go! For a few days, you’ll be reminded of me every time you look at a mirror,” she smiled.

I said, “Aunty, I think you of you all the time,” I responded. We got back to our sloppy kissing. A few moments later, she exclaimed, “I’m about to cum, don’t stop please beta.” I kept thrusting my cock into her harder and faster. She came. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick.

I was barely able to move in our out anymore. She passionately kissed me as her body squirmed and shuddered. I gave her a minute before continuing to fuck her. “Oh god, I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” she said while smiling. “You can fuck me now, I’m all yours,” she continued.

I slowly thrust in and out of her but wanted to ask her a question. “Aunty, do you think I could put it in from behind?” I timidly asked her scared of a response. “You mean doggy style, sure beta!” Replied as she turned to get on her fours. “No, aunty, I mean, in your ass,” I said as I stopped her.

She paused for a moment and said, “Anything for you, beta. Just go slowly, please.” You guys know I have a thing for assholes. Not the asshole itself, but penetrating it. It’s a big step for any couple. When a girl allows you to enter her ass, it means a lot.

I asked her to lie on her back and placed a pillow under her ass to elevate it. My dick and her pussy were covered in a cocktail of my pre-cum and her juices. My dick was coated in it. I ran my hands on her pussy and collected some juice before applying it on the outside of her asshole.

I then grabbed some more with a finger and pushed it halfway inside her ass. She gasped. I penetrated her asshole with my finger and then pulled it out. I moved close to her and positioned my dick at the entrance of her asshole. “Go slow beta. It’s my first time.”

Wow. I was going to take her anal virginity. Not even her husband had fucked her in the ass? I felt like the king of the world. This 35-year-old milf was giving me her anal virginity. I couldn’t believe it. “Yes, aunty. Please tell me if you’re in too much discomfort, and I’ll pull out,” I responded.

I slowly began pushing my dick inside her asshole. It was so unbelievably tight. It took me several minutes just to get halfway in. Dipti Aunty had shut her eyes and was breathing heavily. I slowly began thrusting in and out. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this lady in her ass.

I grew up around her. I was a child when she had just gotten married and became acquainted with my parents. And now I was inside her asshole. “Are you okay, aunty? Shall I stop?” I asked her. “It hurts a little, but it feels nice. Keep going. I want you to feel good,” she responded.

I kept thrusting and slowly increased my pace. She seemed to be enjoying it now. The look of discomfort left her face, and she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. A deeply passionate one and that was it for me. It took me over the edge. In the middle of the kiss, I asked, “Can I finish inside, aunty?”

“Yes, beta. Of course. Go for it,” she panted and replied. I began thrusting really quickly and with one final push unloaded rope after rope after rope of cum. I was in disbelief. Let me tell you something. Cumming inside a woman’s ass is a whole different thing.

It’s so passionate. It brings you so much closer to the woman. I absolutely love it. I dug my face in her neck as I continued cumming. She stroked my hair as my body spasmed each time I came. I then made small thrusts into her to drain out every bit of cum. We kissed slowly and passionately as I did this.

Once I knew I was all out, I collapsed on to her. She hugged me tight and kissed my cheek while she stroked my hair. “Did that feel good beta? I hope it did,” she whispered. “Aunty, I still can’t believe that happened. I hope I made you feel good, too,” I replied.

“Oh, don’t worry, beta. I was on top of the world. I’ll be thinking about this for months now,” she whispered back. Neither of us could move. We were done for. My dick didn’t slip out of her ass as it slipped out of her pussy. It just rested there because of how tight it was.

I looked at the clock, which showed it was nearly 3 AM now. “Oh god, it’s so late. I have an early morning flight tomorrow. Let’s shower and head to bed?” She asked. I happily obliged. This was a night of firsts for us – first anal, first time spending the night together. And now the first time showering together.

We knew it was super late but still showered for almost 45 minutes. Most of the time, we were just kissing and grinding against each other’s bodies. We finally got out and dried ourselves. I was about to put my clothes on, but Dipti aunty got into the bed naked.

Wow. I did the same and held her in my arms as we both lay down. We kissed again. “Thanks for this beta. It’s been really nice. And I’m glad we happened. I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, aunty. I wish you didn’t have to leave. I want you, and only you. But I understand you have a family,” I replied.

She made a sad face and kissed my lips. We went to bed naked. She was facing me, and my leg was resting between her legs and on her pussy. We kissed and chatted for nearly an hour until we finally dozed off. We wouldn’t have time like this to ourselves for months.

I was so grateful for this time I had spent with her. Dipti Aunty left that morning, and needless to say, I thought about her for every moment of my life for months after that. I was still in love with her but had become a lot more practical about the fact that fuck buddies is all we would be.

Still, I was glad that I had gotten the chance to experience sex with this beautiful woman and human being. She made me feel better than anything had. She will always be my first love, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget my time with her in my Delhi flat.

Thanks for reading my story, everyone.This is the final part of my Dipti aunty series. I hope you throughout enjoyed the whole series.