WIDOW HORNY INDIAN 3

The affair lasted several months. They spent some weekends at a hill resort near KOLKATA, as well as at a beach hotel, where they shut themselves in their rooms and enjoyed marathon sex sessions. Paoli was well aware that, while she enjoyed her intercourse with him, she had no feelings for him other than affection.

Their time together dwindled after his wife gave birth and went home from her mother's house with the baby a few weeks later. It was impossible to meet on a regular basis. Paoli felt restless and began to consider finding another partner.

Her next lover was the son of one of the firm's most important clients. Paoli was a member of the team that worked on-site for the customer. The project was being managed by the son of the client's CEO. He was around 24 years old and much younger than her, but he was really attractive and had a nice figure. She sat next to him at a lunch party where they were all invited. She did not turn away as he rubbed his leg against hers and placed her hand on her thigh. He became more daring and later asked her out for supper. She concurred. He drove her to a posh restaurant after picking her up from her house. She had a great time. He was pleasant company, bright and intelligent, and a good talker. He took a diversion on the way back along a lonely road near the coastline, then parked the car in a small lane going to the beach. When he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, she did not protest. She let him kiss her and then fondle her breasts with his hand slipping into her blouse. They were fucking in the back seat of the car in no time. It was her first time doing it in a car, and she found it thrilling and sensual. She remembered bending over in the back seat and giving him a long blowjob. They had intercourse on top of each other, and she was happy to discover that he had a powerful body and a massive penis. The sex was fantastic, and they smiled together as they remembered how the automobile squeaked from the bouncing created by their movements.

Paoli continued to see both loves for a while, keeping them both in the dark about the other.

For her, having two lives was wonderful. In any event, her boss couldn't spend much time with her due of his wife and children, so she didn't have anything to worry about. Both affairs had cooled off on their own, and Paoli was no longer bothered.

She'd convinced herself that she only want sexual pleasure, not a long-term relationship.

In many respects, this made things easier for her. She had a string of boyfriends during the next few months. She had intense sex with a young apprentice from the firm for a period, then afterwards with a teenager from the building across the yard. All she wanted was a warm, muscular body to keep her physically satisfied. She craved the hot, hard, pushing heat of a man in her flesh, his firm hands on her soft, smooth skin. All of that changed when she met me in the chat rooms, she said. She started wanting for something more soon after we met. She claimed she had never felt more alone in her life. Until tomorrow.

WHEN SHE WAS DONE, IT WAS AFTER MIDNIGHT. I was perplexed as to why she had told me all of this, so I gently inquired. She moaned and stood up, gently moving away from me. She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it to the ground. She went out onto the balcony, naked, and signalled to me by extending her hand behind her without looking back. In the black sky, she looked wonderfully seductive. Her brown hair was ruffled by the breeze. I got up, took down my underpants, and walked over to her, my cock hardening just by looking at her. When I approached her, she grabbed my cock and leaned on my chest, her eyes closed. I softly stroked her breasts. Her nipples hardened and became rigid and heavy.

She told me, "I adore having sex outside in the open air."

We stayed in that posture for a bit as she gently jerked me off. Then she turned around and dropped down on her knees in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth without saying anything. Being sucked off in the open air was quite appealing. Now I knew where she got her cock-sucking and sex experience. But at the time, none of that mattered to me; all I cared about was the sensation of her tongue and mouth on my cock. I saw she was fondling her breasts slowly, elevating and squeezing them and pulling her long nipples when I looked down. I became more enthusiastic.

She rose up and turned her back to me, pushing her buttocks at me and spreading her legs wide open while leaning on the balcony railing.

"Come on. Take me, "she whispered.

I knelt behind her and pressed my face up between her thighs because I wanted to taste her juicy pussy.

She ran her hand down her belly, spreading her cunt-lips open for my tongue, as I heard her moan. I sank my teeth into it, savouring the pungent nectar of her cunt. Her legs shook, she gasped, and her moans grew louder. Her body stiffened as I drove one finger into her cunt all the way to the knuckle, and she grasped my wrist, keeping my finger inside her. Her groans grew louder.

"Quickly! Now! Fuck me! "she exclaimed.

I rose up and pushed my cock between her legs as I stood behind her. My cock slipped in smoothly, all the way, and she was ready for me, wet and open. I leaned over to kiss her hard, grabbing her breasts with both hands as she hurled her head back. Her cunt was gripping my cock as her hands gripped the railing. I began fucking her by holding her waist and rotating my hips back and forth, pushing my cock into her cunt. Paoli screamed and moaned with delight, begging me to fuck her even harder. Her words roused and enthralled me, and I reciprocated.

She started to orgasm, so I thrust faster and harder, driving my cock deep into her cunt and making her scream. Her breasts were crushed by my hands. I waited for her climax to pass before stroking in and out of her. I still wanted to enjoy her.

Despite the fact that it was a story of sadness and shame, everything she said started building images in my head, and I began to get aroused. In my mind's eye, I saw her having sex with a variety of men, including strangers, at the same moment. Her body writhed and twisted between their bodies, and her face twisted in ecstasy and excitement. I envisioned watching her suck one man as another grabbed her in her cunt or perhaps her asshole from behind. I wasn't sure if she had tried it. However, my thoughts and imagination now excite me greatly.

When I slid my cock out of her, she turned around and rubbed her body against mine, as if she sensed my mood and stress.

"What do you want?" she asked quietly. "Tell me what you're looking for."

Then I noticed her eyes were filled with tears.

My arousal level dropped as an ice hand grasped my heart.

In amazement, I mumbled, "Nothing." "Paoli, I don't want anything from you. Absolutely nothing. Truly."

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You are free to have me in any way you choose. It doesn't bother me. Take me in any direction you wish."

"No," I murmured, gently kissing and caressing her. "Paoli, I don't want to steal anything from you.

Not now. Not ever."

I could feel her tears on my flesh as she bowed her head against my chest. When she spoke, her voice was quiet and muffled.

"There are so many," she exclaimed. "There were a lot of them. They just kept taking and taking from me. And while I gave them everything they wanted, they never thought about me. They all assumed I desired what they desired. That was never the case. Nonetheless, they all did. They're all there. They could take me whenever they wanted, as frequently as they wanted. It's nearly all of the affection I've ever known. Why should I expect anything different from you?"

Her tears had turned into a river, and her body was trembling from her cries. I soothed her by holding her close to me, stroking her hair, pressing my lips to her head, and saying nothing. Nothing could be said. I only knew what I was starting to feel, and I didn't know how to express it. So I just hugged her close and waited for her to settle down.

We remained silently on the balcony for a long time in the cold night. She finally took a step away from me. I observed as she removed her hair clip, held it between her lips, shook her hair, leaned her head back, pulled her hair back, gave it a slight twist, and then reattached it.

"You must be hungry," she whispered softly as she rose to her toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"Come on in, I'll cook some sandwiches."

She began to walk by me, but I stopped her, turned her around, and drew her close to me, kissing her tenderly but passionately. She didn't hesitate to return the embrace. There was no passion this time, but there was plenty of want, need, and, most importantly, genuine tenderness.

I said, "Let me do it." "In the kitchen, I'm extremely capable."

Paoli raised her head, her eyes twinkling with that contagious smile. "Apparently not just in the kitchen."

I smiled. "You are welcome to enter. I'll whip up something."

"Will you be able to locate what you require?"

"I'm a natural explorer."

She laughed. "It appears so."

She turned and went into the bedroom after I gently slapped her on her nude buttocks. I stood there watching her walk away, hearing her enter the bathroom, and hearing the shower running. I stood in the balcony for a moment, staring out at the darkness, trying to make sense of my emotions and feelings. No other woman I'd ever met had ever made me feel this way. It wasn't by chance. She didn't feel sorry for herself and didn't ask for sympathy or pity from me. It was a completely different sensation. My perceptions of her had shifted as well. She appeared to be horribly lonely now. There was also something else. It seemed as if she was embarrassed.

As far as I could see, she had nothing to be embarrassed of. She hadn't done anything wrong. Her heart and soul, however, appeared to have been taken out, ripped up, and destroyed by other men, leaving an empty shell deep within. I got the impression she was attempting to fill that hole. She was gradually coming to grips with herself and her traumatic history. As she put it, she had let people take from her. She now needed to be the recipient, for someone else to give in the same way she had given. She had chosen me, or rather I had chosen myself. Whatever it was, all I felt was warmth and deep joy like I'd never experienced before.

I switched on her audio system in the hall and put on a disc of quiet instrumental easy listening. I entered the kitchen humming the melody and began digging about.

I was fortunate. I was able to locate practically everything I required. I've been living alone for so long that putting together a quick and excellent meal has never been an issue. Fresh crusty bread, mushrooms, tomatoes, garlic, a tiny bottle of olive oil, and, most importantly, fresh basil were among the items I discovered. I minced the garlic cloves. I melted a good amount of butter in a large, deep skillet and started sautéing the garlic. I added the washed, sliced mushrooms once it was done, covered the pan, and let it simmer. In the meantime, I washed and diced three large tomatoes, finely chopped the basil, sliced the bread loaf, and lightly toasted it in the pop-up toaster. The mushrooms became floppy and released their water after a while. I added the basil and swirled the pan until it was evenly distributed.

I dumped the contents of the pan into a large glass bowl, added the chopped tomatoes, drizzled with olive oil, a squeeze of fresh lime, and a pinch of salt and pepper, and stirred everything together. I arranged the slices on a tray with two smaller bowls and forks, buttered the toasted bread, and brought it out.

Paoli emerged from the shower and entered the hall. Her hair was wrapped in a thick white towel, but otherwise she was naked.

"Oh my goodness, that smells amazing!" she said as I placed the tray on the dining table.

"You, too," I joked. "I'll tell you something. I eat you as you eat the salad. Deal?"

She chuckled and said, "You're a sex crazy." "No agreement. We're both hungry."

My heated salad was a hit with her. I cleared the table after we finished eating together. She instructed me to leave the plates alone; the part-time servant would clean them the next day. Regardless, I rinsed them and arranged them neatly in the sink. I returned to my bedroom.

She was laying in bed with the blankets pulled over her head. I got in beside her, and she turned to face me and jumped into my arms. I rolled her on her back and kissed her. Her gaze was solemn and dark.

She explained, "You asked why I told you all that about myself."

I kissed her and told her she couldn't say anything else. I said, "I don't need an answer to that any longer." "I know."

"I know you know," she murmured. "I appreciate it."

"Do not utter that."

She said, "It's been a long time since I've had somebody to say that to." "It feels natural."

"Isn't that the most enjoyable part?" I smiled. "How does it all feel? I mean, every minute, all of this?"

She answered gently, "No." "What feels right is that I didn't know you until last evening, and you didn't know me. It appears that I was correct in believing I could trust you. I haven't felt that way about someone in a long time."

I didn't know what to say, and she wasn't expecting an answer. Her lips were warm and open under mine, and her hand was between my legs as she moved beneath me.

We made love for the first time that night. We didn't just fuck, we made love to each other. It was a long, intense, and very rewarding experience. Our orgasms were explosive and sharp, and she clung to me as I drew her in again and again, making her gasp and moan openly in delight.

SHE AND I ARE STILL TOGETHER. We now live together, despite the fact that we are not married and have no plans to get married. We've retained her house as well, and we visit her every now and then. We go to movies, restaurants, plays, and parties as a couple now, and everyone treats us as such. We have a good time together. We've experimented and discovered new things, and the sex is fantastic. I like seeing her masturbate, and she enjoys it as well. I admitted to her that the prospect of watching her have sex with another man piqued my interest, and we tried group sex, swapping, and voyeurism a few times. But those were merely idle fantasies to satiate our current lust. We always end up with each other, spending our evenings together. It simply does not get much better.

Her office has had some loose language, but she doesn't let that affect her. She has informed her parents and family of her plans to see me. Her family is someone I've met. I sensed her father's opposition, but he put up a brave face, and after a while, he relaxed, and we got along swimmingly. They're truly wonderful individuals. I have the impression that I talk to her father and brother more than she does. No one, at least not seriously, questions us about marriage any longer.

Everyone, even her father and brother, chuckled when she teased her mother, "He has promised to marry me when I am 65."

Her father was in town for work a few months back. He stayed with us, as he always does, because my apartment is bigger and better for his business. We went on a walk late one evening, just him and me. Paoli yanked us out of the kitchen, where we were generally being an infernal nuisance.

After a while, her father whispered to me, "Promise me one thing."

"Of course, sir. Anything." I responded.

"Assure me that you would always look after my daughter. I'm not requesting that you marry her. Please keep an eye on her."

"You do not need to ask that of me, Sir."

"But I do have a question. She has experienced much too much misery in her life."

"Yes. She has. However, it was in the past. It's over. And I'd sooner die than add to the pain she's already endured."

Her father came to a halt and stared at me. "Is it bothering you? Are you irritated? Knowing all that occurred to her, everything that she did?"

I responded calmly, "No, sir, it does not." "It never has, not since the first day she told me," she says.

He said, "That's all I needed to hear." "I appreciate it."

"Sir?" I inquired.

"Yes?"

"'All that she did,' you just said. With all due respect, sir, that is completely incorrect, and I implore you to never say anything like that to me again. What exactly did she do? She didn't do anything wrong. She made no mistakes. She was the one who was harmed. Let me also say, sir, that if I felt that way, we wouldn't be together, and you wouldn't be here, because my presence with her would be motivated by pity or sympathy. It's not pity that Paoli and I share. It is a friendship built on trust and mutual respect. That is both her and my interpretation of love. It's something she may have had in the past but no longer has. I'm hoping she finds it with me again. Certainly, I've discovered it in her. Simply said, sir, she is the love of my life. I have nothing and am nothing without her. That's how important she is to me. As a result, I don't believe she did anything in that regard. She had done nothing wrong. She has no reason to feel embarrassed."

We were beside the water, and the air was calm and pleasant. I saw tears gleaming on the elderly man's face in the pale light of the full moon and felt my heart shatter as I put my arm around his shoulders.

He murmured softly, "Forgive me, son." "Please pardon me. You are correct. My daughter has no need to be embarrassed. Absolutely nothing."