(M/F) I had sexual affairs with a woman I met in a phone store (Indian/Bengali) | 2016

This happened last week as I was shopping in Green Street (one of the more Asian areas in East London). I was with a friend who wanted to buy a phone cover for his Galaxy S2 and we went into one of the in-shops.

Whilst he picked out a cover he liked, I overheard a woman at the front of the store, having some difficulty understanding the technical details of how to set up her Sky Remote to work with her TV. As a good Samaritan, I decided I'll go and help her.

Throughout the time we talked, it was all in Bengali, so I will write down the translation in English.

ME: "What is the problem with your remote?"

She turned around and I was struck at what I was seeing. She wore a long, thin black dress, similar to this. Her body was a lovely curvy, but moderately slim figure, and was of average height. Her skin tone was a warm caramel and she had a pair of beautiful, caring eyes. Though she looked like she was in her mid 30's, she definitely had the look of youth on her face, and later I was to find out, her body as well. Through the dress I noticed her fairly large breasts were pushing out, and you could almost imagine the curvyness of her ass as it poked out of her dress. Not bad for a woman her age I guessed. She was definitely different to those typical desi women.

HER:

"The remote needs to work with my TV. My current remote isn't working and I don't know how to set up these things so I'm asking him (store clerk) to come and fix it for me but he's requesting money."

The clerk kept saying that he charges £35 for a remote set up and that it would apparently take a lot of time. I knew this was all BS as I've set up my Sky remotes countless times for different TV's and it doesn't take more than a minute to do, and also, I could do it for free. I so figured I could perhaps go to her house and do it for her.

ME:

"Where do you live?"

HER:

"Not far, five minutes from here. Can you do it? And don't ask for money please. I can give you food and tea."

Her response was a typical Asian response which meant absolutely nothing sexual, but rather a dignified and respectful way of expressing her appreciation if I helped her, but for some reason - the image of her making food for an absolute stranger like me turned me on so much, and I pictured the things I could advance. I don't think she realised but she made a face that looked so innocent, but had my loins fired up.

At this point, I walked back down to my friend and told him that I was gonna meet up with him later, as I was going to help this woman with something. We hugged and parted ways.

I told her that if she bought a new remote, I could fix it for her for no money at all, she of course was delighted and agreed. And before I knew it, we were off to her house.

When we got to her house, she invited me in and showed me into the living room, I noticed that no one was in and we were alone. She passed me the remote and handed me a few manuals for her TV, and off she went into the kitchen to fix something up while I handled the set up for the remote. In less than a minute, I managed to get it working, and was just on my way to head for the kitchen to say my farewell. But when I got there, my mind slowly turned the situation into a fantasy.

I was always into older women. I had no preference to them as I preferred women my age, but I had no problem with a bit of an age gap, she was about 10-15 years older, and experienced - I assumed.

When I walked into the kitchen, she was still making tea. But I before I could advance, I had to know what I was getting myself into first.

ME:

"Don't you have any kids?"

HER:

"Just the one, she goes to secondary school. How old are you?"

I thought I'd round up my age to twenty seeing as though my birthday is only a month away, and also, 20 sounds way more like an adult than 19 does.

ME:

"Twenty. So where's your husband?"

HER:

"Oh he works far, comes home at night."

The whole time we were talking, she had her back towards me, still preparing some tea and food. But all I could do was keep staring at her wonderful ass, bouncing tenderly as she moved from one side of the counter to the other. And I wondered, deep down, if I tried her, she probably wouldn't mind taking on a young, strong and long lasting guy like me. Her husband was probably a few years older than her - 40 at most I'd say, and at that age he probably couldn't even keep it up let alone last long enough to satisfy someone as sexually primed as her. I can give her what she wants... What she needs.

I began asking her questions more intimate. Like how lonely it must be being at home all day, how having a child is stressful and how she spent most of her time cleaning and watching TV. I could tell she was getting uncomfortable, and shying away from giving me any eye-contact. That turned me on more. She had me wishing I was her husband. Oh, how I would tend to her every need without hesitation. How good I can make her feel.

I decided now is the time to take my chance. I either progress or I leg it out of here as fast as possible before she freaks out. So I approached her from behind slowly and placed my hands slowly onto her waist.

She froze.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, and I felt her breathing began to get heavy.

ME:

"Shhh, don't be scared. I'm not gonna bite."

HER:

Whispers "What are you doing!?"

ME:

"I couldn't help myself but notice how beautiful you are. You mentioned you were lonely. I can change that."

HER:

"...You said you didn't want anything in return."

ME:

"Who said I'm asking for anything? I'm offering you a chance to satisfy your needs. I can almost smell the desire you have for me. I can probably taste it as well."

HER:

"I'm a married woman, you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking this!"

ME:

"I can tell you want me. I can give you what you want."

Pressing myself onto her ass

"You feel that? You can have this. No one has to know, and I promise you will enjoy every bit of it."

I felt her breathing get more heavier, I now knew for certain that she wanted me. Just a little more persuading and I'll be in.

HER:

"I'm not a whore you-"

ME:

"Shhh, you're right - you're not. But it's me who can't keep myself off you. I want you really badly. I want suck those beautiful nipples of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

HER:

"I..I can't."

ME:

"No one has to know.

I move one hand up to her breasts and reach into her blouse

"Oh your breasts are so lovely. And your nipples are hard, so stop pretending like you don't want me."

HER:

"My.. my kid could be home any minute, she will catch us and tell her father if she finds out."

ME:

"That's such a shame. I want you so badly right now. Please, give me your hand."

I guide her hand into my boxers where she meets my thick, throbbing cock. And I gently leave her hand while she holds it with the most gentle touch ever.

ME:

"You don't have to say anything. But if you want this, I want you to grip my cock harder, and if you don't - then I will leave immediately.

It took a few seconds but eventually, she gripped my cock. So hard it felt like she stopped the blood flowing, she totally wanted me. Badly.

I could sense her body clutching, as if she was getting wet. And all I wanted to do was pull up her dress and lick the juice she was making. But I had to control myself, I can't ruin anything now by getting caught by her daughter. So I let go of her waist and reach into my pocket. She takes out her hand and stands there, silently.

ME:

"Let me give you my number, I want you to call me. Whenever you feel the need, I will come straight over. Whenever you want me, I'm there. From today, I am yours."

She takes my number and clutches it in her hand. I turn her around and look her deep in the eyes. I step closer and closer till our noses touch.

I can feel her breathing on me, and it feels so sexy.

I inch closer and lick her lips, and then we begin to kiss softly untill..

Door shuts

DAUGHTER:

"MOOOOM, I'm hoooomme".

We quickly release from eachother and she frantically goes back to touching the food, a little taken back on what just happened. I try my best to look as neutral as possible, so I pretend as if I'm walking about, when her daughter walks in.

DAUGHTER:

Mom, I'm hungry, what did you- ..Oh hello. Who are you?"

Before I could open my mouth to speak her mother quickly interjects.

HER:

"This man fixed the TV remote for us, go see if it works while I make some food for you."

She referred to me as a man. Not a boy, not a guy - a man. A sense of power and authority. And how she managed to turn herself around, damn - she definitely wants to keep this as low key as possible. It feels so wrong, but so right at the same time.

When the daughter left the room, she asked me to leave.

ME:

"Think about it, you don't have to be lonely any more. So call me when you want."

I left the house feeling more horny than I have ever felt in my life. I felt a sense of guilt but the temptations were so overpowering that I almost couldn't care. 2 days go by.

She didn't called me yet, or text me. But I knew she saved my number, her WhatsApp display picture and time stamp was a proof that she did. Little did I know that just a few more days and I would be more closer to her than her husband could ever be.

Note: * Last night I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I just had to share it here on reddit. The juicy bit is yet to come but I will carry on this story later today if not tomorrow (either on here on new post with links), need to run a few errands - busy day and who knows, I might get another call from her again :P, watch this space*