Who knows better than me how a married woman lives without sex? After my husband transferred, I spent several months alone and missed my penis every night.
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Hello friends, I hope you have read my previous sex story One Night in My Marriage
and I hope you enjoyed it.
I’m excited to show you the next part of my married woman sex story.
Let me introduce myself again to new readers.
My name is Rashmi and I am a married woman living in Delhi. I am now 32 years old.
I work in a company in Delhi.
I’m 5’7″ and I like my height. I am fair and have a voluptuous figure, 34D-28-36, which looks good on me because I am tall.
If I talk about my personality, I am a simple woman. I have been an academician since childhood and I still enjoy it in my personal life.
My husband’s name is Sharad and his age is 38 years. He does a government job in the Income Tax Department. We have been married for almost 3 years.
As you have read in my previous story, my husband recently shifted to Gorakhpur district of Uttar Pradesh.
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About six months have passed since Sharad went there. During this period, he came to Delhi twice on leave of one week each.
My life changed a lot after Sharad left and the first few weeks were very difficult.
This was the first time in three years that Sharad and I were separated for such a long time.
I had become used to sleeping in his arms every night and I felt lonely when he was gone, especially at night.
To be honest, I used to remember every fuck of Sharad almost every night.
For the first time in my life I found myself wanting sex so much.
We would talk on the phone for hours almost every night and sometimes we would even have phone sex.
However, this also decreased with time. Sharad became very busy with work and he became very tired at night and was never in a mood to talk.
Often you must have noticed that you can talk to a person all your life just by sitting in front of him, but if the same person is sitting far away from you and the only medium of contact between you is a phone call, then after some time the conversation also gets spoiled. It seemed that the conversation was over. like.
Gradually our conversations became less frequent and after a few months we started talking to each other only once a week.
However, during those six months, Sharad met me twice after a week’s leave and both times we spent the entire week together.
As always we went to our favorite resort and had a great time.
After that, the next time he came, we also went to Manali for a week. Both times we loved each other very much and moved away from each other at every step.
Still, I felt a strange void in my life that I couldn’t fill, no matter what I did.
I was so busy with my work that I spent about 50% more time in the office than before.
Meanwhile, on Sharad’s request, I took Asim out of the servant quarter and asked him to stay at home.
I used to sleep alone at night in such a big house, so I felt a little scared.
With Asim’s arrival I started feeling safe. I gave him my guest room.
Both of us would often watch TV till late night and many times he would fall asleep on the sofa in front of us while watching TV.
Whenever there is a cricket match, Kirandeep and Surjeet also come and all four of us enjoy the game together.
Whenever I think about it, I ask Asim to buy me some beer, sometimes I go to the movies with my office friends to entertain myself, or read a good book at home.
I was busy adjusting myself to the new lifestyle in every way.
What’s more, I also learned driving with my driver Asim.
Within a few days, I became so good at driving that I would often drive long distances alone whenever I felt like it.
Sometimes I used to take Kirandeep and Surjeet with me and all three of us would go somewhere.
But despite my best efforts, as night fell I would feel lonely again. Somewhere I started remembering Sharad and I closed my eyes and started remembering all the moments I had loved with him.
These thoughts often make my pussy wet.
It was like two sides of a coin, on one hand I was struggling in my personal life and on the other due to being so focused on work I got promoted again in just six months.
I was selected as the top manager for two consecutive months… Everyone was very satisfied with my work. Especially my boss Mr. Rajeev is very satisfied with me.
Mr. Rajeev is a divorced man of about 45 years of age and a very attractive personality. He is also the branch manager of our company.
I have known him for about 6 years. He got me this job six years ago and since then he has been like a guru to me, or rather, a teacher in my life.
I also respected him and always tried to impress him with my work.
To celebrate my promotion, he organized a small party for me at his home where he had invited me.
I had to go to his house on Sunday night, so I started getting ready in the evening. I quickly went to the living room and combed some of my hair into different styles.
That night I decided to wear a very nice black saree and over it a very nice backless sleeveless blouse of the same color.
When I was ready to come out, Asim also kept looking at me.
Maybe I looked a little more beautiful that night.
We left home around eight o’clock and soon I reached Mr. Rajeev’s house.
I gave some money to Asim and told him that I might be late, eat something and wait for my call.
He left me there and went away from there.
As soon as I arrived, Mr. Rajeev welcomed me with a hug and invited me inside with a smile.
“Wow…Rashmi, don’t be sad, but you are looking very beautiful today.”
“Oh thank you sir!”
“Rashmi, please don’t call me sir, at least when I am alone…it sounds formal.”
Mr. Rajeev was still holding my hand.
He said- Come on, I have brought whiskey of your choice today.
I was very pleased with her welcome and after having a drink we sat on the sofa and started talking.
After some time the atmosphere became completely calm.
After a few drinks we both started laughing.
Many memories of 6 years ago were refreshed with wine. Many days passed and I drank alcohol freely and had a lot of fun.
During the conversation he asked me how is your performance since Sharad’s transfer?
I told him everything without any hesitation.
I was so close to him that I used to share only things related to my personal life with him and he always gave me very good advice.
He told me- I understand your situation very well.
After the divorce, he has been alone for many years. I wonder why I feel so alone after being away for just six months…so Mr. Rajiv has been alone for so many years…something must have happened to him.
At that time, when I thought about him, I felt very sad.
Yet, in addition to his questions, he was asking me about myself.
He held my hand and pulled me towards him and said: You are very beautiful, don’t be so angry. Everything will be fine, these days will be gone before you know it.
Saying this, he took me in his arms and I fell into his arms lovingly.
Even after some time, he remained stuck to me like this and gradually we started talking about other things again.
Maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was my imagination, but while he was talking, he was caressing my back with his hand.
Maybe it was the feeling of someone touching me after so many crazy moments, or maybe it was the respect I had for him.
For some reason, I ignored his touch, even though I was aware of it.
I made another peg for both of us and he sat very close to me and hugged me.
Friends, often on such critical occasions your fate is decided in a moment. Your silence is like an invitation to someone. It’s not that I don’t like him touching me, but being a married woman, I feel hesitant in my heart.
On one hand this was absolutely wrong, but on the other hand I was also aware of his loneliness.
There was a battle going on in my mind between right and wrong and perhaps my silence was a kind of agreement with them. I was lost in my thoughts when Mr. Rajeev placed his lips on mine, my dreams were broken by the touch of his lips.
Friends, in the next part of my married woman’s sex story, I will write openly to you about how I broke the addiction of my youth. I will also be waiting for your email about my sex story.
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