I am Veeresh from Chennai. I married Shabana after she divorced her husband Zubair who was incapable of giving her any sexual satisfaction.
After marriage, Shabana gave birth to a baby boy whom we named Kumar. We spent time happily for 6 years. One day my bosses in the office decided that I should be transferred to Lucknow, UP. I shifted with my family to Lucknow. Kumar, my six year old son was admitted to the first grade in a good school. At that time, Shabana was pregnant with my second child. She decided that she would go to her father’s house for delivery. Because of her advanced pregnancy she did not let me fuck her in the pussy. Instead, she would suck my dick and make me come. But I was getting bored of getting only blow jobs. I longed to fuck her pussy but could not. I was feeling frustrated.
It was the night before Shabana left for Chennai. We both were in our bedroom and our son was sleeping in the next room. Shabana said, “Veeresh darling, I know it is going to be difficult for you when I am gone. You will have to cook for the two of you and do many little chores in the house. I want to give you a surprise gift before I leave. Close your eyes.” I did as she asked me to, closing my eyes. A moment later, she said, “You may open them now.” I opened my eyes to a most pleasant sight. She had come before me, and bent over with her back toward me. She had lifted up her night gown to reveal her lovely pussy.
I instinctively inserted my finger into her, to which she responded with a moan of pleasure, “Oh, Veeresh, you naughty boy.” I finger fucked her slowly for some time. But while doing this, my dick had become erect and hard. I needed to fuck her right away. I slowly and carefully inserted my dick into her pussy, aware of the fact that she was in advanced pregnancy. After fucking her from behind, I asked her take my dick into her mouth and give me pleasure. She readily obliged, sucking my dick with passion. Finally, I came in her mouth, and she gleefully swallowed my semen and licked my dick clean.
At that very moment, we heard our son Kumar call out, “Papa! Mummy!” We hurried to his room and asked him what was the problem. He said, “My school teacher keeps eating my lunch every day and I get to eat very little. I am hungry all day.” “Oh, baby! That is too bad. You should not be going hungry at this age. Papa will write a note to your teacher Miss Zareena tomorrow and ask her not to eat your lunch. Now, go back to bed,” said Shabana.
The next day Shabana left for Chennai. I had sent a note to Kumar’s teacher asking her not to eat his lunch. When I got home from work later that evening, I asked him if he had his lunch. “No, the same thing happened again. Miss Zareena ate my lunch today too,” he said with a sad face. I was angry that this was happening in spite of my note that day. I decided to meet the school teacher Zareena and warn her not to do this again.
Next day, I packed Kumar’s lunch and sent him off to school in the school bus. Before he left, I also asked him to bring back Miss Zareena’s phone number. When I came home from office, he handed me the phone number. I called her phone number. After 4-5 rings, I heard a woman’s voice.
“Hello, this is Kumar’s Dad. He is a student in your First grade class”, I said.
“Oh, yes. I know Kumar. How are you Mr….?” she asked.
“I am Mr. Veeresh. But I want to talk to you about his lunch. He complains that you have been eating most of his lunch. May I know why you keep doing this?” I asked rather politely, trying to hide my anger.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Veeresh. You know I don’t get to eat South Indian dishes like dosas, idlis, vadas, rice and sambar, Upma, and all that wonderful stuff. I just can’t control myself when I see those dishes in Kumar’s lunchbox. I am sorry again. Why don’t you meet me outside the school? We will discuss this matter and sort it out,” she said. “Sure. Can you meet me tomorrow at 4 PM in restaurant Red Castle outside the school?” I asked. “Yes, I know the place. Let us meet tomorrow at 4.” she agreed.
The next day, I made my way to Red Castle and decided to sit in one of the quiet private rooms at the back of the restaurant. I wanted to avoid the noisy tables at the front. I had ordered a couple of beers and was waiting for Zareena. About 10 minutes later, a young woman in her 20s entered my private room and introduced herself as Zareena. She was wearing a dress that revealed the size of her breasts, and her wide hip. I just could not take my eyes off her breasts.
“Let me begin with an apology, Mr. Veeresh,” she said. “It is OK. We need to discuss this problem and sort it out,” I said. “We will have time to do that after a little fun”, she said with a smile. I did not understand what she meant. She drank her beer and turned towards me and kissed me on the lips, before I could realize what was happening. I was a little taken aback, because I had not expected this beautiful woman to kiss me just a few minutes after she met me. But before I could say anything, she reached out for my dick under the table. She quickly unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. She started caressing it with her hands.
She started giving me a hand job right under the table. Pretty soon, my dick became hard and erect and looked like I would ejaculate into her hands. But I managed to control myself. Suddenly, she slid under the table and proceeded to put my hard and erect nine inch dick into her mouth. She sucked my dick with passion. I could feel the dick reaching all the way deep into her throat. While she was sucking my dick I realized she had removed her dress and was playing with her pussy, stimulating herself.
I could not control myself. I pulled Zareena out from under the table and removed her bra. I was looking at two big breasts with dark nipples. I buried my face into them, and started sucking her nipples one after the other. She was moaning with pleasure. “Oh, Veeresh fuck me. Fuck me hard right now,” she pleaded. I made her stand with her hands on the table with her ass turned towards me. I removed her panties and I inserted my dick into her pussy from behind, while kissing her on the neck and caressing her breasts with my hands. She started moaning louder and louder in sexual pleasure. I started pumping my dick deep into her vagina, first slowly and then faster and faster. Her vagina was wet, soft, and warm. My pumping action was causing the table on which she had placed her hands to squeak. I pumped harder and harder to which she responded with louder and louder moans “Fuck me Veeresh. Fuck me.”
I decided to go for her asshole. I took my dick out of her pussy and inserted it carefully into her asshole, which felt tight and soft. I fucked her in the ass, enjoying the sheer pleasure I was experiencing in my dick. Then I once again inserted my dick into her vagina and continued to fuck her hard. I could feel her orgasm, accompanied by loud moans, as my dick penetrated deep into her pussy.
Finally, I could control my own orgasm no longer. I ejaculated vigorously and copiously into her vagina. Both our bodies were covered with profuse sweat as we had experienced sexual ecstasy.