Sweaty Sex – Part 5

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Hello dear readers, this is Rahul, and I am back with the next part. But this one is going to be narrated by Namrata aunty. So here we go with the next part of the story.
Hello dear readers, this is Namrata. Rahul and I have decided that we will pen down our sexual encounters as a memory. We cannot write about it in a diary because anyone can read it, which would be disastrous. We both wanted to record our intimate moments somewhere safe and secure.
After pondering a lot over it, we both decided to go for this website. It’s so safe and awesome over here that we both are just loving it. We can hide our real identities and share our special and deepest desires, which otherwise cannot be made known to the world.
I kindly request to all those people, who ask for pics, that we are real people. We will have to hide our real identity. There is no way we can share our pics with strangers with our sexual experiences mentioned with it. Whether it be male or female, we need to be careful regarding this.
We all have families, and no one would want to strain their relationship with their family members. I am saying all these things with genuine intention and care for all the people out there. Just enjoy the stories, and we can have conversations through emails.
So without delaying anymore, let us jump straight into the story. I am Namrata, and presently I am 59 years old. My sexual relationship with Rahul started when I was 53 years old and 24 years old. Rahul’s mom and I have been best friends since our childhood.
I was even there when Rahul was born. I have two kids. I had delivered my daughter just four months before Rahul was born. I have always loved Rahul as my kid. He grew right in front of my eyes. My husband, and Rahul’s father, both were central government officials.
Rahul’s father was an officer. My husband was a retired ex-army man who was appointed to work in the security department of the central government organization. In this way, Rahul’s family and mine have always been together.
We can call it a coincidence, but Rahul’s mom and I have been together for our entire lives. Both were in the same school, same class, same place, and ended up with husbands working for the same company. All the government facilities in our country have everything within the township itself.
I quit my job after my daughter’s delivery. I got involved in a ladies’ community specializing in social services. The community had pretty good contacts with people who were still active with the government. So in that way, Rahul’s mom and I got involved with the group.
I think I am getting you all bored up, but we ladies love to get into details, and we can’t help it. So let’s continue with the story. I will put all my efforts into portraying my intimate moments with Rahul as efficiently as possible.
So there we were, hugging each other breathlessly, after an animalistic pounding of our genitals. Rahul fucked me so good that I was feeling drained out. I was feeling so weak that I might have spent atleast ten minutes just hugging him.
After that, I broke the hug and looked at him. He was looking deep into my eyes. I said to him, “Couldn’t you wait even for a bit?” He replied, “Were you ready to wait, aunty? I saw the desperation in your eyes.”
I replied, “At least you could have taken me to the bedroom.” He said, “I wanted to, but my cock commanded me to fuck your brains out here itself.” My eyes bulged out, and I said, “Rahul, you have become so shameless.”
He smiled at me and said, “It’s not my fault. You are so sexy and appealing that I lose my control all the time. To prove it you, shall I take you right against this door again?” I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
So I just hugged him, and we stood just like that for some time. He broke the hug and started unhooking the single hook of my blouse that was stuck. He unhooked it and dropped it to the floor. One of my breasts was inside the bra cup, and the other one was hanging out.
He pulled the other bra cup down and revealed my bra-captured breast to his desire-filled eyes. He cupped my freshly exposed breast, and a light gasp escaped out of my mouth. We both were looking into each other’s eyes. He said, “Aunty, your breast is so warm.”
And then, he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. I exhaled a bit hard. My eyes got closed, and my whole body started responding to his gentle sucking. My hand went to the back of his head and started caressing his hair. He sucked my breast for some time, and then he stood straight.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. My eyes still appeared heavy with desire. He bent again, and this time he captured my soft lips with his mouth. We kissed deeply, but the pace was very slow. We kissed as if we were trying to taste each other’s mouths.
I always enjoyed the out-pour of his warm saliva into my mouth. Then he broke the kiss and looked at me. His hands reached my back and unsnapped my bra hook. He dropped my bra to the floor. Now I was stark naked. He again locked his lips with mine, and this time, it was a hungry kiss.
I, too responded, and started kissing him shamelessly. Without breaking our kiss, he turned us around and made me walk back toward the dining table. The moment we reached the table, he flipped me around and made me bend on the dining table. He got on his knees and started licking my pussy from behind.
I groaned deeply at this erotic move. He was slurping my pussy juices as if he was thirsty for it. He ate my pussy for a while, and then he stood up. He smacked my right ass cheek and kissed all over my naked back with desire. He reached up to my neck and hugged me hard from behind.
He was kissing my neck and shoulder blades. I was moaning deeply. He was massaging my fleshly belly all over, and then he grabbed my heavy breasts. He squeezed my breasts hard, and a loud moan escaped my mouth. He turned my face towards his and kissed my lips feverishly.
It was an open-mouth nasty kiss, and we both just loved it. He broke the kiss and turned me around to face him. He kissed me again, broke the kiss, and licked my lips teasingly. He then took me to my bedroom. Just as we neared the bed, he started sucking my nipples with vigor.
Then he stood straight and slapped my left breast. I think he knows that I love it whenever he does it. Just the thought of a young guy doing this to an older woman gives you a sexual kink. He then gently pushed me back and made me fall behind on the bed. I started crawling back, and he followed me.
While crawling, he kept on kissing and licking my calf muscles. By the time I reached up to the headboard of the bed, he had reached up to my meaty thighs and was licking all over. He then put his nose right onto my slimy wet vagina and took a strong sniff.
Just by seeing his desire for me, I was shivering with lust. He then came up to my breasts and licked them entirely. But he was deliberately avoiding my swollen nipples. I grabbed his head and pulled him on top of me. I just mashed my lips against his, and we kissed hard.
He clutched both my breasts and mauled them. He then took my nipples in his fingers and pinched them. I broke the kiss and screamed aloud. I looked at him with hungry desire and said, “Just take me, Rahul, fuck me. I can’t take your teasing anymore. Ravage me on this bed. Rahul, just fuck your aunty.”
He did what I had asked him to do, and he fucked me mercilessly. I think even if the bed would have creaked uncontrollably, and would have crashed on the floor, still he would have kept on fucking me. That night’s sex was that raunchy. After our mind-boggling fuck, we fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning felt so great. I woke a bit late. The time was around 7:30. I was still able to feel slight tingles in my pussy. Rahul had fucked me so damn hard last night that I was wondering what on earth got him so aroused. Yes, I know that he is sexually attracted to me.
But the way he makes love to me every time, I fail to figure out the reason. But whatever it is, I am enjoying this. I know Rahul since his birth. I have been like a second mother to him. He holds an extremely special place in my heart and my life.
Some readers might find this emotional stuff boring. But let me tell you this. Sex with feelings and emotions makes it trillion times hotter and sexier. Animals fuck without emotions. Humans make love with emotional desire.
Then I got up from bed, leaving Rahul sleeping still. I didn’t want to wake him up this early. The kind of fucking he gave me last night was simply out of this world. After putting on a nighty, I trod towards the bathroom, got freshened up, and headed towards the kitchen.
I made coffee and had it. All the while, an inward smile was being reflected on my lips. And the reason for this smile was Rahul. I wondered about taking him to my hometown and spending a couple of days alone with him. Then I dismissed the idea of going to my hometown.
Instead, I decided to take him to my farmhouse, which was within a distance of three hours from Sambalpur. No one lives there. We only use that house for weekend getaways. Also for celebrating huge family events as it’s impossible to accommodate so many people all together in a house.
All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I knew that only Rahul is with me in the house. But as I was drowned in a particular thought, I shook out of surprise. He laughed, and I made a face at him. He sat, and I offered him coffee.
While sipping, I discussed with him the idea of visiting my farmhouse for a couple of days. He smiled at me and said, “Oh, aunty, how much you want me on the bed. You are so desperate that you even started planning to have me all alone to yourself?”
This time I hit him on his wrist hard. He laughed aloud, and I again made a fake anger kind of face at him. He agreed to the farmhouse visit. I wanted to pack our stuff as soon as possible. If Rahul had planned this with someone else, his mother would not have allowed that easily.
But because it’s with me, his mom would happily send him with me. I informed his mom about our plan, and as expected, she happily agreed. I asked Rahul to inform Rishi and ask him to drop us at the farmhouse. In Rahul’s case, he can work from home too.
So we decided to leave in the evening. I was extremely excited about the trip. I am sorry, my dear readers, that it got too long, but I want to share all the memorable aspects of my life with Rahul.
I only have this website to record the raunchy sexual adventures that I have enjoyed with Rahul. That’s the reason. It means a lot to me.
Emails are welcome at support@kissewasnaake.com. Till next time, take care, and have a pleasant day. Bye.
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