HORNY HOUSEWIFE GETS HONEY

 Life had been whizzing by. Following my graduation, I married and had a child, which did not help matters. In fact, I had never been on my own before and had suddenly started to feel old. My daughter was ten years old and self-sufficient, and it was at this point that I became aware of my own existence. Otherwise, I'd go insane if I didn't start living my life. With my daughter grown and my husband busy with his business, I didn't have much to do during the day besides cook and clean.

I decided that I wanted to learn more and enrolled in a distance learning programme at a reputable university. I needed reference materials for a sociology course. I racked my brains and realised there was a library about 10 kilometres from our house where I could join and handle the referencing. I didn't have a phone, so I convinced myself that the distance would allow me to take an autorick or a public bus.

My plan was announced to my husband over dinner one evening, and he had no objections, so it was silently approved. He was well aware of my obstinacy by this point and fortunately allowed me to have my way. I started going to the library the next day after hiring a nanny for my daughter so that I could be free for a couple of hours in the afternoon/evening. It was quite an experience going there. It was as if I'd stepped into another world. I felt strange watching and hearing boys and girls talk, laugh, and dress. The times had shifted. I was 32 years old at the time and had managed to regain my fitness following the birth of my daughter. Though I didn't have an hourglass figure, I was 5 feet 6 inches tall and had a figure that could turn a few heads.

My heart skipped a beat when I caught a young guy's eye. Because my husband didn't have any time and my daughter took up the majority of my time, sex had been relegated to the garbage can for a long time. I was envious of the way the girls dressed up at the university and the library. I was dressed in saris or salwar kameez, while the girls wore tank tops, jeans, and skirts that were all a couple of sizes too short for me. I used to get horny and moist between my legs whenever I saw a couple kissing behind book shelves or behind the library building, secretly cursing my situation.

After three months, I had established myself as a regular, with quite a few people recognising me. I also had a couple of guys who seemed interested in me based on their appearance, which pleased me. The librarian was also a pleasant middle-aged man who went out of his way to assist me. When I couldn't find a particular title, he offered to assist. I went with him to the shelf where he thought the book might be. The author I was looking for was not available, but he did recommend a couple of others. His hand brushed against my left breast as he handed me the stack of books. He smiled and walked away, leaving me to consult the books. I was panting because I was a little excited. In fact, over the next few days, I noticed that the librarian was more animated when I walked in, and he was always eager to help me locate titles. My breasts used to graze on a regular basis while I was given books, which always arrived in a stack.

I guess my silence encouraged him because he now stands close to me when I'm looking through the book racks. As I stood there one day, he walked up to me with an open book and began showing me some information he had gathered. He moved his hand so that his elbow was pressing against my left breast as I looked over his right hand. I stayed like this for a few minutes, pressing my breast against his elbow. I could feel him breathing deeply, so this would have made him very happy. I made the decision to be a little more mischievous. I wore a sari with a sleeveless blouse the next day. I bend down to pick a book from the lower shelf while he was close by, giving him a view of my glorious backside, which I believe is slightly on the larger side. The pallu of my sari slipped off my shoulders as I turned with the book, revealing my full and firm breast encased in my blouse. He could see the valley between my breasts because the blouse was low cut. I smiled and replaced the pallu. He must have noticed the way my breasts rose and fell because my heart was pounding. He made an excuse for himself. I was hiding behind a couple of shelves when I noticed how quiet the library was that day. It was difficult to tell what was going on behind the shelves from where I was sitting in the library.

I was engrossed in a book when I suddenly felt a presence near me. I was taken aback when I saw Mr Mukherjee, the librarian, standing there with a smile on his face and a book in his arm. Look what I discovered, he declared. It was a depiction of man's evolution in pictures. He took the book (which looked like an atlas) in both hands and opened it. Now, in order for me to see, I needed to get close enough to feel his elbow dig into my breast. His elbow travelled from my left to my right breast as he moved his hand to show me the right side of the book. I was obligingly obligingly obligingly oblivious to his My nipples grew in anticipation as his hand rubbed my left and then right breasts. He must have sensed them because his hand came to a halt across my chest, as if he wanted to savour the dual pressure. Mr Mukherjee moved behind me after placing the book on the shelf in front of him. I felt his manhood on my backside for the first time for the first time. He was still considering showing me the book, even though I was no longer interested. I could feel his staff between my ass cheeks through my thin saree, indicating that he was quite close to me.

His hands slowly rose to rest on each side of my midriff. They gradually ascended to their target. He had each of my breasts in his palms in no time. I liked it when he started applying pressure. I was just afraid that someone would find out about us, which added to the excitement. Mukherjee was a seasoned professional, and it was difficult not to be pleased with him. I had someone's hands on my breasts beside mine for the first time in a long time. I could barely keep my eyes open as he slowly pressed both of them while talking on his own time. My lips uttered a slow moan.

This encouraged him even more, so he slipped his hands under the pullo of my saree and began slowly opening my front-button blouse. He opened it completely and began pressing my breast over my bra after he had it completely unbuttoned. The bra didn't last long because he quickly unhooked it from the back and my 34B breasts were free, very free. He mauled them and kneaded my nipples, which were standing straight and erect, as if they'd just taken part in a parade. Regardless of my saree or panty, his tool was now buried between my ass cheeks, and I could feel it clearly.

My saree began to rise from the waist up, and he began to sag to his knees. His hands moved away from my breasts and into my legs. They ascended slowly, very slowly, towards their mission. His face was buried in my ass where he was sniffing as if he had never sniffed a woman's behind before, while his hands moved. I'd closed my eyes and was completely drenched between my legs. When his hands reached my underwear, he slowly dragged them down to the ground. He assisted me in removing it and placing it in his pant pocket. His hand began their upward journey once more. The right hand came in and started playing with my pubic hair while the left started snaking around my ass. I have to admit, I have quite a bush on my hands. I've never thought or been able to shave it. His hand separated the hair and he began to play with my clit, causing me to jump. In my pussy, he inserted one, two, and then three fingers. Slowly, he began to finger fuck me. Before anyone could say Mukherjee, I arrived. This made him very happy. Before I could say no, he took his fingers out of my pussy. He yanked my saree up, spun me around, and pressed his face against my hotspot. His tongue began to play with my clit and he began to do slow circles on my pussy, and I was back in no time. I was terrified that we'd be apprehended, but I didn't have the power to stop Mukherjee.

He turned me around again and slowly pushed my head down until my ass was protruding into the air. My saree was bunched at the waist, my blouse was open, my bra was hanging near my neck, and my boobs hung in the air like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. Mukherjee took his tool and unzipped his pant. I felt skin against skin for the first time, and I returned. He didn't require assistance; it was a medium-sized tool, about 6 inches in length, as I estimated. He slid it into my tunnel's entrance and shoved it in without much fuss. It completely satiated me. I had to keep my balance by holding the shelf. This guy was good, he started fucking me in slow, steady strokes. I came, and I came, and I came, and I came, and I came, and I The space was crowded, and we didn't have much room to move around, but Mukherjee did his best. To keep from screaming, I bit my lower lip. Mukherjee would bend down and press my hanging fruits in between his slow steady strokes, then return his hands to hold my ass and push his tool deep inside. I'm not sure how long I'd been in that position when I noticed two girls approaching our love nest.

I guess I went numb. It does not appear to be a very common sight. A middle-class married housewife, her sari bunched around her waist, bent over with her blouse open, her bra almost in her mouth, and her ripe fruits hanging to be plucked, stands in the middle of a library. Depending on your orientation, I suppose the mere thought of it would make any man or woman either scream with terror or get very excited.

My freeze extended all the way down to my tunnel, and Mukherjee must have sensed it because he had his tool firmly gripped between my legs. It gave me a completely new sensation of being filled and static, with no movement. A new set of eruptions occurred, and I suddenly became unconcerned about being caught. Mukherjee was caught completely off guard, and he became somewhat perplexed. Anyway, he was a quick thinker, and his slow strokes had taken on a new intensity.

I saw the girls walk towards our love nest through my smoke-filled eyes, then turn and walk out of the library for no apparent reason. They must have forgotten which books they wanted or sensed a "don't disturb" sign somewhere.

When Mukherjee exploded thick and fast in my tunnel, I guess we carried on for another 10 metres. I felt full for the first time in a long time. I used my free hands to hold him to my ass as he was about to walk away, and he slumped over me, both hands on my boobs, pressing, playing, and fondling for another few minutes.

After providing me with pleasure, his manhood had shrunk, and Mukherjee took it and stuffed it back into his underwear. I hurriedly rearranged my clothes and attempted to look presentable. Mukherjee was adamant about keeping my panty, so I gave it to him as a gift. Mukherjee was exhausted, but he was unsatisfied. I suppose he thought it was too good to be true as well. In 20 metres, he whispered to me, "Come to his room." I said okay after his whisper made me moist between my legs once more. I went to the ladies' washroom after he left to take a look at myself. While I was washing my face and powdering my face, two girls who I had noticed in my bending over position entered the room. We exchanged smiles before I went out for my next round with Mukherjee. Mukherjee's room was at the back of the library, and I noticed that it had two doors, which I thought was very convenient. He could be inside, even if the room appears to be locked. I went up to the door and knocked. There was no one else in the area. Mukherjee drew me inside when the door opened. He had his lips on mine and we kissed for the first time, a long, wet kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me well, slowly and deeply. He wasn't in a rush. His hand reached out and took the bag from my shoulder as we kissed. My sari pullo had been pulled over, but I had thankfully removed the pin that had held it in place. As we kissed, he began removing my sari. Slowly, the entire garment, including the petticoat, came off of me. As I tried to open his pant, his hands were already on my blouse, and by the time I could open his belt, I was naked from the waist down. I was completely undressed. I must say, you're very deft. Mukherjee then began stripping off his clothes while we continued to kiss.

He gradually pushed me back until my ass was pressed against his table. He lowered himself on my love button as he slowly raised me on his table, opened my legs, and lowered himself on my love button. I couldn't stop screaming as his tongue flicked across my clit and moved in and out of my hole. He kept going, his tongue going left to right, right to left, up and down, and ooooooooooooh I came and came.

By the time I recovered he had risen up and his item had reacquired its attention position and using his hands on my boobs for support he rushed within. Aah was all I could breathe, Mukherjee had become a beast, his tool was moving in and out of my tunnel with a zeal of a young stud and as he entered and drew it out and my boobs trembled with ecstasy. My nipples were black and hard and I closed my eyes to absorb the intensity of the attack. Yes, yes cum, Mukherjee cum within me, I heard my voice saying. He grabbed me on my waist and my boobs were riding on my chest and my bottom was getting pummelling. I felt his finger come to my hole, he took some cum on his finger and that finger then moved to my ass and he began moistening my asshole. Anal was something I had never considered in my wildest thoughts and while I was in the throes of yet another orgasm his index finger open my second hole and slipped inside. Ooooohhhh this was too much, as his tool was making magic in my love hole his finger began dancing in my second hole. It took another five minutes for Mukherjee to moan and unload his balls inside me. Man this was too much for me for a single day. As I stood up from the desk I couldn’t stand up. I was feeling all hot and wet and I was ready for some more but it was time to go back. I sat down to collect my breath, donned my clothing did my cosmetics and gave Mukherjee a thank you and farewell kiss. I looked and felt all screwed up but happily it was evening time and I knew I could walk home without getting discovered.

In reality it had grown very late to catch an auto from the library to my house so I chose to take a public bus back home. When it was evening time the buses were busy, as I went on to one of them, there was this college boy sitting on a seat intended for females. He smiled at me and stood up to offer the seat. I thanked him and sat down, I needed it since my legs were still pretty shaky. The youngster stood next to me. It was late time and the sun was going down but enough light to look around. The bus was being driven swiftly and my sari was flying, I could still feel all the moisture between my legs since I was not wearing my panty. As the bus grew more full I felt the child leg on my shoulder. I closed my eyes to think on the day gone by when I felt something heavy on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, what I felt was this youngster hard on. Oh yeah he was enjoying a beautiful view of my boobs as he stood and he had gone erect. With each jolt and each swing of the bus he began pressing his manhood on my shoulder. I was already horny and wet and unsteady and …….

It had grown very late to catch an auto from the library to my house so I opted to take a public bus back home. When it was evening time the buses were busy, as I went on to one of them, there was this college boy sitting on a seat intended for females. He smiled at me and stood up to offer the seat. I thanked him and sat down, I needed it since my legs were still pretty shaky.

The youngster stood next to me. It was late time and the sun was going down but enough light to look around. The bus was being driven swiftly and my sari was flying, I could still feel all the moisture between my legs since I was not wearing my panty. As the bus grew more full I felt the child leg on my shoulder. I closed my eyes to think on the day gone by when I felt something heavy on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, what I felt was this youngster hard on. Oh my! he was enjoying a terrific view of my boobs as he stood and he had gone erect. With each jolt and each swing of the bus he began pressing his manhood on my shoulder. Now I was all bewildered. A part of me was feeling thrilled again and a part of me understood that I was on a public bus where nothing much can be done and then my bus stop was approaching.

I was in an in-between condition and I let things drift. The boy now had his tool on my shoulder and it was feeling nice. I pretended not to notice. With every move of the vehicle I would sense its length that appeared medium sized. I moved a bit and carefully raised my right hand to grip the bar of the seat in front. This enabled my arm to feel him better.

Now with every move of the bus I was massaging his tool with my arm. This got him all thrilled as he began boring into me. The rubbing persisted for quite a long, my bus stop was nearing and without knowing what to do I simply stood up to offer my seat to an elderly woman who had just boarded the vehicle. Now I had my ass for servicing and he did not disappoint me. In fact I was sort off astonished by his aggressiveness. Soon his tool was sitting in between my ass cheeks. His movement got urgent, he suddenly wanted to cum. I pushed back on his tool to aid him. Using the bench in front for support I stroked my self to alleviate some of the tension and itching built up in my love tunnel while my youthful lover was stroking him into an orgasm behind me.

A bit later he stopped, I believe he had came in his underpants and my bus stop had arrived. So I turned, smiled at him and proceeded to walk forward. This was the first time I took a good look at him and he was sort off attractive. As I proceeded forward I felt a touch on my shoulder and when I glanced back it was the boy with a paper in his hand. Without saying anything he placed it in my hands and I got off as the bus stopped. I glanced at the paper and it had "THANKS" and his cellphone number scribbled on it. I grinned to myself and put it in my handbag for future use.

I was struck in the home for the following two days, as there were thousand and one domestic items to be taken care of. The time went extremely slowly and every now and then I felt my mental process reverting back to the thrashing I had got by Mukherjee and of the youngster on the bus. These ideas left me itchy between my legs and I was eager to go back to the library to experience more of the new awakening.

On the third day I completed my domestic job early and got ready to go to the library. I donned a bright green cotton saree again with a sleeveless blouse. I thought I looked fantastic. I got an auto to the library and to my sorrow learned that Mukherjee was on leave. It felt if someone had taken the air out of a full balloon.

Anyway I went about my library work of writing notes and checking on different writers that I was required to read. I sort off got lost in my reading and when I glanced at my watch I realised it was late. I hurriedly got my belongings and decided to catch a bus back home. Maybe in the back of my mind I hoped I would stumble into the youngster again. The bus arrived and that day there were no seats available. So I stood gripping a seat handle for support.

The bus was growing busy when suddenly I felt someone touching my back with something firm. Irritated I turned to check who the irritation was and I found myself gazing into the same smiling youngster. My heart began to pound in my chest and I felt a tremendous euphoria flood through my body. Meanwhile the youngster was not wasting any time. His manhood was now firmly in between my ass and with every move of the bus he was attempting to push it farther in. It seemed as though he was going to screw me with all the garments in between. My pussy was moist and itching and the best I could do was to utilise my bag and the seat in front as my back was being pounded. The brazen fellow didn't even wait for my consent. As the bus grew increasingly full the boy became bolder.

Using the movement of the bus he was now stroking my back with his hand and I felt his hand wandering on my ass and then go higher on to the exposed area between my saree and the blouse. Electricity was running trough my body and my legs were getting weak. At one point with one move of the vehicle the youngster really kissed my neck. My stop was nearing and I felt helpless to move. His hand had begun out on another voyage and this time I felt it come between the folds of my saree to my right. Now since the saree is a flowing garment a person can really move his hands about without anyone seeing and he was talking full advantage of it. With my bag and handbag in front of me the female sitting on seat where I was standing could not see what was going on and I felt the child hand wandering around the waste and softly caress the protrusion of my right breast. His fingers lingered on for some time and wandered back and then came back to rest on the bulge. All this time his tool was massaging me between my ass cheeks.

I didn't know what to do, as I was all wet and wanted to release myself but it was neither the place nor the time. The youngster immediately stopped moving. I suppose he came. I swiftly moved forward as my stop had arrived and without looking back got down to go home. That evening I masturbated for the first time in my life.

The following day I looked forward to seeing Mukherjee and finished my domestic duties and walked towards the library. I was wearing a biscuit colour saree with a sleeveless blouse. I approached the library to discover that Mukherjee was on leave and that made me depressed. Deep in my thoughts I headed towards the bathroom. As I opened the door to step inside someone shoved me from the rear. I fell forward to recover my balance and as I looked around to view the culprit I was surprised to find the youngster from the bus.

First he had the nerve to shove me and then go into the women restroom. My mouth got dry and my heart began hammering. I murmured, "What are you doing here". He was quite and was observing me. As I could for the first time see him face to face I noticed he was around 20-21 and quite attractive, in all probability a college student. I advised him to get out, since this was a females bathroom. He instructed me to stay silent and grabbed my arm and began pushing me towards one of the bathrooms. I believed he had gone nuts. What he wanted was very evident. I believe my body language and the two days of bus journey informed him that I was ready but here in a women restroom in a public location, the man was made and he would probably get us murdered.

While these thoughts were still running through my head, he forced me into a toilet, joined me inside and locked the door. We were in a 4 x 2 enclosure with the pee pail in between. "How romantic I must say". He cradled my face with his hands and stared closely in my eyes. He was slender and taller than me with dark eyes and lovely eyebrows. As he stared his lips clamped on to mine. He began kissing me with a passion and intensity, which signified that he did not have much experience. I decided to take control and taught him how to kiss softly. His hands had meanwhile left my face and were going lower. He opened my saree clip and my saree pullo fell to the ground.

With his free hands he gripped both my boobs and began stroking them. It began to feel fantastic. His hands then moved down to remove my saree out of the petticoat and on to the ground. With another movement he had my petticoat likewise on the ground. So now I was in my blouse and panty kissing a fully dressed guy. This was fascinating since the threat of being caught was tremendous. As he unzipped my shirt and slid it over my shoulders we heard sounds outside. He stopped his kiss and focused on pulling my bra, which was off, is a jiffy. Good experience man as even my hubby took time in removing my bra. His hands came back on my boobs. His hands went to cup them then push them and eventually he tool my nipples between his thumb and first finger. My nipples were in attention and stood erect. As soon as whomever was outside went he crouched down and slid my panty off my hips.

Here I stood in all my grandeur in front of a youngster whose name likewise I did not know. He slipped his t-shirt off, then came the pants and finally his underwear. His tool was completely erect and was around 8 inches. In our stance it was caressing my pubic hair as we stood near to one other. As he absorbed my body with his gaze he forced my shoulders down, he wanted me to suck him. This was one sector I did not have much expertise, since my spouse had never done it. Instinctively I sat down and grasped his tool in my hands. I carefully put my lips to it and began licking it. My tongue proceeded from the base to the tip and from his responses I could tell he loved it. I then placed the tool in my mouth and began sucking on it. This was great, my fluids were easily flowing and I used my other hand to rub my clitoris. He got down on the pee pot and dragged me on top facing him. As I sat he sucked first my right and then my left nipple in his mouth and I groaned with joy.

Holding his manhood he guided my hole over it and had me sit on him. As I sat his tool entered my love tunnel and filled me to the hilt. I shouted and he clutched my mouth. He moved his hands under my hips and began to bounce on his tool. We were screwing in a public bathroom and I was loving it. With each up and down movement my boobs would leap on my chest and he would try to grab my nipple with his lips. I came twice in rapid succession. There was a noise outside. We got quite silent. Some girl came; sat in the next toilet and we could hear a continuous stream of urine flowing into the pee pot. While she was urinating in the neighbouring toilet the youngster grabbed my right nipple in his teeth and it took all my effort from crying loudly.

The girl finished and departed and we resumed our screwing. Very immediately the youngster came inside. Obviously he was inexperienced and could not hang on for long. I wanted to continue on for longer and seeing my expression he felt horrible that he could not provide me company. I got off his lap, using his hanky to wipe the cum off my legs. He was still seated on the pee pot as I bent to pick up my garments I took another look at his tool, which had now shrivelled up. I sort of felt terrible and bent to receive it in my mouth. My initiative was rewarded and I could feel it growing hard again. "Good boy, I said while kissing him from the tip to his balls. I gripped his balls and attempted to take them in my mouth. The youngster was pumped up again. He dragged me up by my hair and positioned me on his lap again, this time with my back facing him. As he penetrated within me his hands lifted to cup my boobs and with each stroke he caressed my boobs. I came a couple of times more and then he came within me. I was exhausted and fulfilled.

The objective was to come out of the washroom without being caught. The youngster kissed me, said thanks, pushed my breast like a token machine and ordered me to check whether the coast was clear. As I motioned him to come out he ran out promising to meet again. I powdered my face, fixed my clothing and hair and arrived to the reading room feeling brighter and delighted. I still did not know his name...