“Yes? What is it? Hmm? Mmmhm? What’s wrong?” she was talking on the phone with someone. And here I was, on the bed waiting for her to hang up.

I kept staring at her bareback. She was completely naked as we just finished round one. I looked at my tired penis trying to get up. It was still dripping cum.

The more I looked at her naked back, waist, her big round juicy hip, the harder I get. Damn, she is so perfect! I was thinking about how much longer I can fuck her on round two as she was still talking on the phone.

A few seconds later, she hung up and turned around. Her perfect body, the shape of hers, everything about that body is so perfect and sexy. I mean I can’t tell you the figure as I never measured it but it’s curvy, tanned, and very succulent.

I just enjoy that body. I fucked that woman for the last six months. And god knows how much more I will be fucking her. She came to me and said, “Ok you have to go now. My husband might be coming home.”

“What? Now? Can’t we do it again?” I said squeezing her right boob. She took my hand off her boob and said, “I am serious.” Her face looked anxious. Then I got worried.

“Why are you worried? Something’s happened?” I held her face.
“I don’t know, my husband just called and said he’s coming home. The way he said it, I just don’t feel good about this. So you have to leave now.”

I said ok and got up, started putting on my clothes. She too was wearing her clothes. Then I kissed her forehead and left the room. Well, the one I am addressing as ‘she’ is my neighbour aunt, Nisha.

Everyone knows her as “Isha’s ma”. She is a married woman, who’s in her mid-thirties and has a daughter. Her husband works in a garments company.

Her daughter Isha is 9, so my neighbour aunt is a perfect example of a MILF. She is a housewife who stays alone for some portions of the day, hence not only she is a MILF, she has the ideal circumstances to be a MILF.

So to make her a MILF, needed someone much younger than her to fuck her and by luck, I lived one floor above her. It’s not like we started right at the moment we got to know each other.

It took some years to develop the attraction we share today. We started fucking each other six months ago. Since then whenever we get the chance to be alone, we make love.

Geez, I dropped so many things just to spend time with her as the time was limited. So it was either that or leave it. Whenever she is alone, I cancel everything and go to her, just to spend time with her, just to fuck her.

When I left her apartment, I was anxious too. I was scared for her. I couldn’t think about losing her. It was too scary. As I was going up the stairs, I saw her husband entering the building. I saw his face. It was gloomy.

Two hours later, I was on my bed, anxious. What could’ve happened? Did her husband find out? That thought wasn’t getting out of my head. Then I heard my mother shouting from the balcony. I went to the balcony.

I saw Isha’s mom waving at my mother. My ammu was telling her to take care of everyone. I looked down, our eyes met. Then she got in a car and left.

I was baffled. What had happened all of a sudden? Did she just leave, forever? I asked my ammu where they went. Ammu said, “Isha’s dadu died this morning.”

Ok, that’s terrible news I know, but it’s not the worst news. I got happy and instantly regretted being happy. But I couldn’t help myself. Also after that, I got sad.

It means I won’t be seeing her for some days. Who knows, it could be even weeks or months. I stood there on my balcony, my eyes were on the road.

Two weeks and three days passed. I was so alone and bored. These last days the only text I got from her was a photo of her standing in a field on a winter morning wearing a shawl.

She kept saying she’ll be back very soon but never mentions when. I was dying to meet her, to hold her again, to do everything I used to do with her and to her.

Then after some days, one fine morning, I had just got fresh and had my breakfast. My phone chimed. I picked up and saw a message, it said, “Come.”

My earlobes got hot. I got goosebumps out of excitement. My face had a big smile. I rushed into my room and combed my messy morning hair. I got downstairs and saw her standing at her door.

There she was, smiling at me. That smile had naughtiness. I got near her, she got inside. Then I got in, closed the door. She was standing near the bed.

I started asking her questions the moment I closed the door, “When did you come? Why didn’t you tell me about coming? Did you come alone? Where is Isha? Where is her dad? Did he mention anything about us?”

She, ignoring all my questions, patted on the bed indicating to me to sit beside her. I sat down beside her, she started talking and telling me everything that’s been going on and how she managed to come back.

There’s a fortieth-day ceremony for the deceased and she told her husband she couldn’t stay much longer as Isha’s admission in the new class and getting all the new books were due.

As Isha’s father couldn’t miss out on his mother’s ceremony, he told Nisha he would come after attending that. So Nisha came back with her daughter.

While she was saying all that I kept my hand on her thigh and was gently massaging it. Then she put her hand on my hand and pressed it. I guess that’s a nod of approval.

I moved my mouth towards her. She also did the same and our lips met, after so many days! We started kissing intensely. Her sloppy tongue, her juicy lips! which I had missed so much.

My hands were caressing her back up and down as were hers. I was getting hurt by her churidar but I was too excited. After kissing a while, we decided to take off our clothes.

She opened my shirt button swiftly and threw it aside. Then she untied the lace and slid down my pajama. She got down on her knees without taking off her clothes.

I guess she was too much horny for my cock. She started kissing it madly. I ran my fingers in her hair. She stared at it and played with it. She was so happy as I was.

Then she started sucking it. It was so magical, to feel it after such a long time. She was sucking it very hard. One thing she did that I noticed was her licking the top of my penis round and round.

She kept eye contact with me as she was doing it. Although I kept saying, “I am gonna cum,” she didn’t stop. She wanted me to cum. After a while, I cummed in her mouth.

She looked at me and gave me a smile. Then she got up, grabbed some tissue paper, and started wiping her face in front of the mirror. I also got up.

We were having small talks about random things. I guess that’s how sex is. Everything happens in sex. Sounds boring but I assure you it doesn’t feel boring.

I was naked as I walked up to her. I grabbed her from behind, cuddled her, kissed her neck and her left earlobe. Then I kept rubbing my face on her neck and shoulder.

Both my hands were squeezing her boobs. She stopped talking and kept staring at me through the mirror with an innocent smile. Then I made her turn around and she faced me. Our eyes were locked.

Then I said in my native language, “Tomake khubb chudbo. Onek jore chudbo” (I’m gonna fuck you! I am gonna fuck you so hard). In our native language, it felt extremely vulgar and horny at the same time.

I had never used such words with her even after sleeping together. She couldn’t help herself but laugh after hearing that. Then she gave me a peck in my lips and said, “Chudo!”

I took her clothes off one by one. She was in a three-piece, a normal one. Beneath it, was a black bra and white panty. I took everything off her.

She lay down on the bed. I spread her legs, adjusted my penis in her pussy but I didn’t put it in. I started rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Her pussy was hairy and dark.

She was lying back with her arms above her head. After a while my cock was ready so was her wet pussy. I put it in there, she helped it go inside.

Once I was in her, we started fucking. Oh, what an intense fuck that was! Every stroke was heavenly. It felt amazing to fuck her after so long a time.

We kissed while I was pounding her hard, she was squeezing my butt. I kept kissing her whole face. After some minutes of extremely satisfying sex, we both climaxed.

That day we played with each other’s bodies and then lay down hugging and cuddling naked for a while. I decided to write this one down as this particular sex of ours is very special to me.

Maybe, because it was after a long break. But amongst all the others, remembering this day makes me happy and aroused at the same time.
If you guys enjoyed this one, I could write some more of our stories.

Thanks!