You Deserve Much Better – Part 1

Anjali couldn’t believe what her friend Geeta just said to her. “You mean, you are having sex with a 19-year-old boy??”.

“Hell yeah! Trust me, most boys fantasize of older ladies like us. And they never let you down. It is fucking amazing”, said Geeta with all the joy and blush on her face.

“Look, my half-ass husband doesn’t have time for a proper conversation, let alone sex. I don’t even remember when was the last time he made me moan. I have needs. You have needs. Everybody has needs. So, what’s wrong in that?”, asked Geeta.

Anjali’s look of disbelief started to fade away. Geeta made sense. Even she couldn’t remember when was the last time she had sex. But still, Anjali wasn’t completely convinced by the idea of having sex with another man, let alone with a guy half of her age.

“How can I be fucked by a boy of my son’s age?”, she thought to herself. But the words of Geeta ‘I have needs. You have needs. Everybody has needs’ stuck in her head.

They cut short their evening walk and headed towards their homes. “I won’t be coming for the next 3 days for the walk”, said Geeta before parting ways.

“Why?”, inquired Anjali.

“I am going to Lonavala!”, said Geeta excitedly.

“You and your husband?”.

“No yaar, Anju. Rakesh doesn’t have time for trips with me. He only goes for his boring fucking business trips. I am going with HIM!”, exclaimed Geeta.

“Oh fuck! Seriously? You gonna be with “HIM” for 3 days?”, asked Anjali half-excited and a half in disbelief.

“Oh yeah! We will be staying in our farmhouse, fucking in every room in every possible way. Wanna join?”, teased Geeta.

“Hahaha. No no, I don’t want to disturb. You enjoy”, replied Anjali.

“Seriously, you deserve better babe”, said Geeta as they both parted their ways.

She reached home. It was about time that her son Kabir would return from college. As soon as she closed the door behind, her phone buzzed with a text of Kabir.

“Will go to the gym directly from college. Will be late a bit.”

“Okay, take care. Get home soon”, replied Anjali.

Even her husband Ajay would be coming late from work tonight. She thought of making a sandwich after her bath. She then headed towards the bedroom. With words of Geeta still revolving in her head, she removed her t-shirt, standing in front of her mirror.

Normally she would remove her t-shirt and track pants and then go for a bath. But today, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own breasts held by her bra.

“Not bad for a 42-year-old Indian housewife”, she said to herself. And it was true. No one would believe that Anjali was in her early 40’s, turning 43 after a couple of weeks and has a son who would turn 20 next month.

Anjali had kept herself fit and maintained her body by doing yoga and regular walks. She then slowly walked towards the mirror taking small steps, twisting and turning, looking at every inch of her body. She removed her hair-clip and untied her hair. She slowly ran her hands through her hair with words of Geeta still in her head.

Anjali then placed both her hand on her breasts and pressed them lightly. “Everybody has needs”, she murmured. She started massaging her perfect breasts. Her nipples poked through her bra.

She pinched her nipples gently and let out a small moan. Unclasping her bra, she looked into the mirror and said, “You deserve better babe” and threw the bra away.

Anjali then caressed her naked breasts and looked up towards the ceiling. She then closed her eyes and continued massaging her breasts accompanied by soft moans. After a couple of minutes, she stopped. She looked at herself through the mirror and again said: “Everybody has needs”.

Anjali then threw herself up on the bed. Now she started to fondle her breasts a bit more roughly. Hair, cheeks, lips, breasts, navel, she kept running her hands on them continuously. With left hand pressing her boobs, she then slowly started touching her thighs and ran her right hand over her pussy.

She slid her hand inside her track pants and underwear to touch her now wet vagina. She tried to insert her middle finger inside her pussy but there was something which contained her full pleasure. She removed her remaining piece of clothes and yelled, Fuck this shit, I don’t need them” and threw them aside.

Now she was lying all naked on her bed. Inserting her fingers into her pussy, she let out a much harder moan. She was now fingering herself by one hand and pressing her breasts with the other hand.

Anjali was completely enjoying herself now. She would bite her lower lips and let out much louder moans as she increased her fingering speed. Her breaths were now higher and deeper.

Anjali was now totally engrossed within herself. She was fingering harder and faster. She clutched her hair with her one hand as she now moved fingers at maximum pace.

The excitement was building up. Anjali was now moaning louder, almost screaming. She knew she won’t be able to control it now as she approached her climax.

With a huge moan, Anjali let out her juices. It was a feeling like never before. She lied on her bed with her breaths now slowing down. No words could describe her feelings. An orgasm after a long long time.

Anjali wanted time to stop so that she could enjoy this moment forever. She took her time to get back to her sense. Even though she didn’t want to get up, she sat on her bed with knees folded. Her legs felt weak. She looked around herself. Her clothes were lying all over the places. She almost laughed at herself and said, “Bitch!”, shaking her head.

Anjali got out of the bed naked, picked up all her clothes and threw them into a bucket. As she walked past the mirror, she took a moment to look at herself, again. This time, she was stark naked as she looked at herself. Her hair was all over the places.

She again moved her hands through her hair, to settle them down, with her eyes fixed on her reflection. As soon as she was done fixing her hair, she began to move towards her bathroom to take a shower. But before she left, she looked into the mirror and said, “You deserve much better, babe.”

What does the sex-starving Indian housewife Anjali do next? Does she forget everything happened and dismiss her needs? Or does she take a bold step and explore her needs? Will continue in the next part.

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