An unsatisfied young married woman

Hello Everyone. I have been reading stories quite often on this site and I just love reading the stories here.

Today, iam sharing a real part of my life as a story. This is the first time i have written something and sharing with the world. Though the story is true, still I have added a little bit from my fantasy. Nevertheless, the incidents are true.
Comments are welcomed and highly appreciated.

My name is Akshay(name changed). Iam a 21 year old student from Mumbai. This story is about me and a married female roshni(real name) who called me to her home after a few days of meeting on a chat and a couple of phone sessions. 

We met in a chat and I on her request showed her my pics. Though on many requests, she did not show me her pics. Later I came to know that she did not know how to put them in her computer. Anyways, somedays later we exchanged mobile numbers and started talking. We talked on phone about our daily lives in the beginning and nothing much.

Any ways, I would explain her and her life now.
She is a married woman around 25 years old. She does not have any kid. She lives with her husband and mother in law.
Her husband is an advocate. He seems to be a very busy man and is mostly out of the house.
Roshni is a fair skinned, 5'4 height and a very slim woman. She must be around 55 kgs. Her figure to me looks to be 34c-28-36. She has silky long black hairs. She wears saree most of the time.
Her blouses are pretty normal but do bare her back a lot more than what we call normal. She has a very strong distinct body fragrance which can be felt easily. Her hairs are mostly tied behind her head with a hair clip.
Her inner wear or we can say bra and panty are mostly matching. She wears lacey kind of inners which I feel to be very feminine. She wears only light colors like light pink, sky blue, light green etc. but never white.
Her saree wearing style is like sushmita sen or what we desi call it as "ulta pallu".

Now, a little about me. Iam a smart fair skin guy with 5'9 height. I have an athletic body weighing 65 kgs dot. I also do light gym and hence my body is very much is shape. I wont lie about my cock as most people tell their to be 9 or 10 inches. Mine is a thick 6 inches long trimmed hair dick. I have a fair amount of body hair mostly on chest and legs. I got a cute face according to most of my female friends.

Getting back to story now.
So one fine day she invited me to her house. I wore a short white designer shirt with denim jeans and went to the address she gave. I didn't ring the bell and rather called her on mobile. She opened the door. My heart was pounding hard at the moment. When I saw her for the first time, all my senses had stopped working and I remember staring at her for a long time. I was immensely happy from inside because she was really very beautiful.

She was wearing a black saree with red designer prints on it and a matching blouse. Her long hairs were pinned behind her head. She looked as if she has just bathed. All the while before meeting I never thought she would be such a gorgeous woman.

Her husband was off to court. Her mother in law was inside her own room.
Roshni introduced me to her as a distant cousin and she even told me to touch her feet which I did.
Her mother in law has severe back bone problem so she can't move at all. She stays mostly in her room all the time reading religious books.

After that we returned to the main hall. I was looking at her all the time. She was really a very beautiful woman. She would look like a young girl if she wore western outfits.
She resembles somewhat like diya mirza.
She was wearing a mangalsutra and a gold chain. Her wrists were shockingly naked which is pretty uncommon for a married woman. She left the room to get some water for me.
I was seated in the drawing room looking at exotic paintings on the walls. Just then Roshni entered the room with a glass of rasna. She was smiling at me and I returned the same.
She asked me if I had any difficulty reaching there, I smilingly replied in negative.
I noticed her big eyes and really luscious lips, her small pointed nose. I was highly very excited to be with her. I never felt like this even with girls of my age.

We talked about general things of life. I came to know that they had moved to Mumbai around 8 months back from Chandigarh.

I asked her about her marriage life and all of a sudden she got kind of nervous and was literally not answering to the point. She told me she is married since 3 years but was not able to conceive because of some problem in her body. She even told me that it was because of this reason they moved to Mumbai.

I changed the topic by asking her why she was not showing me her pics on computer. She told me that she do not know how to transfer pics to the computer. We both laughed loudly at that. She told me she is not so well versed with latest technologies.
Later she showed me her house and some family album.
That day passed away in only talking though even my intention was nothing more.
I left that day after she told me that her husband would be soon returning.

Few days passed and we stayed in touch on phone. We talked or sms'ed very often. I had somewhere deep within started to love her.
She invited me to her house many times over but all visits were one or the same of the first kind. But we had bonded really well because of all these meetings.

We even saw a movie together. That day she wore a pink kurti top and jeans. She was not even wearing mangalsutra. I was on cloud nine on seeing her. That was the first time I told her that she looks very beautiful. Though she looks more gorgeous in a saree. We were roaming around like an unmarried love couple. We had lunch in a nice beach restaurant. That day I kissed her on her hand before leaving her home.
Later next day she told me on phone that she loved the feeling while being with me.

I told her that I too liked her a lot. I could hear her breathing
hard on the phone. I asked her what happened and why are you breathing so
heavily, she didn't say any thing and kept on breathing harder. I
definitely was able to make out that she was touching herself but I
wanted to hear it from her. Though I also used to touch myself while talking
to her.

We were both only listening to each others breathing for more than
10 minutes. Suddenly she said," Akshay, I love you". I was so happy to
hear that. I replied that I love her too. We were again quite for a
long time. I never in my life felt myself so dumb struck. I was out of
my mind. She was making kissing noise now. And telling me after each kiss the place where she kissed me. Like smooch, kiss on your
forehead, smooch, kiss on your cheeks, smooooch, kiss on your lips etc

Suddenly there was a knock on my door so I had to hang up. I
called her after 5 minutes and she told to come after two days
at her home. I can't tell how happy I was. I was dreaming of her all
the time.
Two days later I went to her house with a condom pack just in case ;). Her husband had taken her mother in law to their home town. She was all alone for three days.

She opened the door with a big smile. She was no longer looking an innocent being
rather she was looking like a sex goddess. Her hairs were open and she was
wearing absolutely no ornaments.

She was dressed in a very thin material, plain light blue saree.
Her pink lace bra was very much visible from the almost transparent
saree. She closed the door and turned her back towards me and started
walking to the kitchen. Her blouse bared her back so much that even
her bra belt was completely shown. The blouse was really very low cut
which made her back and tummy almost naked. She had tied her saree
very low too. She was dressed to kill.

I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She was facing me
backwards. I held both of her arms and pulled her towards me. She
didn't say anything. I pulled her so close that my chest was touching
her back. I knelt a little and kissed her below her ear lobe. Due to that little kneeling, my lower body didn't touch her body.
I moved my hands to her tummy. Her skin was silky soft. I touched her
navel. I tickled her tummy with my fingers.

I pushed my hands a little under her saree. The moment I touched
her panty she held my hands even tighter and stopped me from going
further. My hands still a little under her saree, I pulled her towards
me and her ass touched my lower front body. My already hard dick was
now touching her ass in the middle working hard to come out and Fuck
her. She felt my dick and even pushed her ass to feel it even more. I
was licking and kissing her neck.

I once again started to push my hands into her panties but this time she removed my hand and proceeds towards her bedroom. I followed
her and she was standing at the window looking outside. I went close
to her and grabbed her tummy again in same manner as before. She
immediately turned around facing me. We both hugged like crazies. I
was holding her ass pressing and caressing them hard. She pushed me on
the bed while still kissing.

I was beneath her body now caressing her back while still kissing
and playing with her tongue. Her hands were holding my hairs. I
unclipped her blouse and bra from behind and started moving my fingers
on her now completely bare back. All the while we kept kissing.
Now I turned her other way round and she was beneath me. We stopped
kissing and were now staring each other in eyes. She was smiling at
me, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

I removed my shirt and was now naked on top. I also then removed
her blouse. But when I started to remove her already unbuttoned bra,
she held her boobs from over the bra and gave me a teasing smile and
moved a little away on the bed. I also followed her and got her into
my arms and started kissing her cleavage. She was moaning now. I kept
on kissing and kept closing towards her nipple. I held the bra in my
teeth and pulled it off.

She was looking at me smiling while covering her boobs with both
her hands. I held her hands and while she kept moaning noo, I took her
hands off her assets. Her boobs were very well shaped. Her nipples
were exceptionally small for what I had normally seen in my life. They
were very little pointed. But I liked them.
I held her both tits now and was pinching her nipples while she had
her eyes wide open staring at me.

I went closer to her tits and started rubbing and kissing them.
She was moaning a little louder now. She was running her fingers on my
back. Sometimes she scratched so hard on my back, that made me yell in
pain. I played there for sometime and gradually started moving down
towards her waist. Her saree was already half way off. I unwrapped her
saree and was shocked on what I saw.

She was wearing a pink crotch less thong. But this was not the
shocking part. She had written my name on a thigh and her name on
other with a black marker. She had made some designs around it. It was
all very erotic. I went close and kissed her soft thighs. Her legs
don't have a single hair. But I could see her very hairy pussy through
the tiny thong she wore. Her long pubic hairs were all coming out of
the lining of her thong.