This was more than 25 years ago. I was a virgin. I had come to US from India for a few months. At 23, I was sexually frustrated and had lot of time on my hands in the US. I would write erotic stories and post them on the internet.

A Black girl reached out to me saying that she is a writer, and she wanted to "collaborate". The most we did is that she sucked off my cock. Then she felt guilty for cheating on her boyfriend.

Then a Desi woman reached out to me. She said her husband beat her, and my stories kept her going. She was 10 years older than me. I went to meet her. The first day I met her, she let me rub her pussy in the car.

Next day, she came to my hotel. I hadnt told her i was a virgin. We hugged and kissed. I undressed her and undressed myself. First time, I had seen a woman fully naked in real life (except my mom.. but that's a different story). I was so nervous. She lied down on the bed, legs spread, her pussy fully inviting me. I went to reach for my condom. She said no. Im on the pill. I peneterated her.. my heart going million miles. I entered her a little too fast. She said i hurt her.

I had to confess while still inside her. I told her I was a virgin. She asked how cone I wrote all raise stories. Just imagination. Very good imagination. She said it was OK. She will help me. She asked me to go slow at first. I started moving in an out slowly. I could feel her getting wetter around my cock. Faster. I went faster. Faster! I picked up the pace. Faster. Faster.. now deeper! I slammed deeper into her. No not like that. Take your dick out almost all the way, then go in all the way. Do it slowly at first. I took my dick out till I could feel her pussy grab the tip, then went all the way in. Good. Now do it faster. I started fucking her faster. The sound of my body slapping her wet pussy filled the room. Plop plop. And the smell of sex!! I never anticipated the smell Yes yes. Fuck.. im close. Just vary itva little bit. I went wild. Grabbed her tit and started fucking her the way I wanted. She started cumming. Her drenched pussy clenched around my dick and she pushed her pelvis into me almost lifting me. Now, I understood why women are Shakti. There was raw power in her orgasm. I couldn't hold back. I filled her pussy up with my cum.

Both of us were exhausted. We spoke a little bit. Then we fucked again and then again. I had lot of pent up energy back then. We would meet once every 2 weeks and I would fuck her brains out. Eventually, they moved away. I thought she would leave her husband for me. But they figured their issues out. Eventually they had 2 more kids

I am so glad that I met my Bhabhi. She taught me how to fuck. And I guess I gave her some excitement till she patched things with her husband.

True story from 25+ years ago. All characters were consenting adults 18+. Contains themes of infidelity, age gap, and first-time sex.

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This was more than 25 years ago. I was a virgin. I had come to the US from India for a few months. At 23, I was sexually frustrated and had way too much time on my hands. I started writing erotic stories and posting them online.

Shanique reached out first. She said she was a writer too and wanted to "collaborate." The most we did was her sucking my cock one afternoon. Afterward she felt guilty for cheating on her boyfriend and pulled away.

Then Ruhi messaged me. Ruhi was a South Asian wife, ten years older than me. She told me her husband beat her and that my stories kept her going. She asked me to write something just for her and promised a "reward" if I made her cum. I was so excited I couldn't stop touching myself thinking about it.

I knew she was married. I knew she was going behind her husband's back. Should I have cared? Probably. Did I? No. I was a 23-year-old virgin with a one-track mind.

I was still friends with Shanique. I called her to share the news. We started brainstorming ideas. "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You" was playing on the radio. Shanique said, "You know that song is about a married woman picking up a hitchhiker to have sex. Kinda mirrors your situation." So we talked through scenes: a married woman picking up a hitchhiker, taking him to a motel, building all that anticipation for Ruhi. The plan was to get her so worked up she'd take me to a motel and fuck me.

Shanique got quiet for a second. Then she said it felt unfai. She couldn't have sex with me because she had a boyfriend, but a married woman could. I reminded her I never had a problem with her boyfriend; it was her guilt that stopped us. Plus, I still owed her the oral favor she gave me. My door was always open.

That evening she showed up to collect. Her pussy was beautiful. I wasn't an expert back then, but the bright pink flesh against dark ebony skin mesmerized me. Her clit peeked out of the slit like it was waiting. I kissed her lips softly. She shuddered. I licked her clit gently. Then I slid my tongue inside her, tasting her juices, bringing them up to circle the base of her clit. She started thrusting her hips. I lashed by tngue to her rythym. I felt her clit swell. I sucked it between my lips, pulling in air through my teeth. She bucked harder. I hummed on her clit. I hummed the words "Fuck every pussy." Because when you're a 23-year-old virgin, fucking every pussy becomes a life goals.

She grabbed my head, angled me over her vagina. My mouth was half-open and lined up perfectly. She squirted right into it. One squirt hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, then grinned. I'd made her squirt. My cock was rock-hard. I was ready to lose my virginity.

But when I looked up, I saw the look. Shame. I know now it's post-coital regret. Back then I didn't understand how she could squirt in my mouth and then think about her boyfriend.

I said, "Girl, I know that look."

"I know," she whispered.

"Girl, don't play me right now. You came to me. I didn't go to you."

"I couldn't let you go to that woman."

"We did something beautiful here. At least appreciate it for what it is. I love you. I'm trying to make love to you like a man. At least acknowledge it."

"I can't do Sean dirty. We have history."

"Please don't put your hangups on me. And you don't get to control me, especially when you can't even be here with me. Get out. Don't come back till you've figured out what to do with Sean. We'll talk after. Until then, don't call me and I won't call you. Pull your big girl panties up and out. Right now."

I thought the last line was clever. She literally had to pull her panties up and leave. She's the type who gets that kind of humor. But she wasn't in the right headspace. I hope she got it later.

Five years later we reconnected. She had broken up with Sean by then. She was with another Desi guy and started complaining about his overbearing Indian mother. I told her, "You know what I would have given to hear you complain about my overbearing Indian mother." I guess once you go brown, everyone else lets you down is true.

Anyway, back to Ruhi. I channeled all my pent-up frustration into writing that hitchhiker story for her. I earned my prize. Yay!

Ruhi lived four hours away in another state. The plan: I'd arrive around noon, we'd meet in public, get to know each other. I'd check into the Red Roof Inn, sleep alone. She'd come at 10 a.m. the next day and we'd spend the whole day fucking. Leave around 4 p.m. She goes home to her family. I drive back.

Frugal? Probably not. I had to book two nights. Did I care? No. I was a 23-year-old virgin about to get his dick wet. Who cares about $30 or $40? If I hadn't been desperate, I would have told her to fuck me the first day and date the second. I'd probably still be a virgin.

I drove four hours with my dick in some state of arousal the whole time. I called her with the phone cradled on my shoulder to update her. Some asshole cut me off. I swerved to the slow lane to avoid him, only to nearly merge into a truck blaring his horn. The truck was coming from the exit ramp into my blind spot. I accelerated to give him space. Almost died for pussy. Totally worth it. Use hands-free and check your blind spots when you drive, folks.

I parked at a Bennigan's. Ruhi was already there. 5'6", heavy tits, heavier ass. just my type. She rushed over. We embraced. We kissed. The anticipation was electric. I was a 23-year-old virgin. I could have carried her into the bushes and ravaged her right there. Apparently Pennsylvania frowns on that. Prudes.

We went inside Bennigan's instead. We flirted while waiting for food. She said she finds it weird when men stare at her boobs. I told her, "I'm looking at your boobs right now. Just doing it out of my peripheral vision." She bent forward to show cleavage. I cocked an eyebrow. She laughed. "Yeah, you're looking."

She ordered strawberry shortcake. I told her if she came to the motel, I'd eat her strawberry shortcake. She laughed, said something about picking up the kid.

In the car we had a little more time. I asked about her son. She talked about how fast he's growing, how kind he is, how his father is a great dad. She was yapping away. I wasn't really listening. My hand fell to her tit, gave a little squeeze. Then it slid down her waist to her lap. I started bunching her skirt.

"Naughty boy," she said. "I know what you're doing. Distracting me while trying to get into my skirt."

"Guilty. Can you blame me? You've been showing me your tits all afternoon. And you still owe me that strawberry shortcake."

All pretense gone. I slid both hands up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. My right hand found her pussy. Thumb on her clit, index finger sliding inside. She was already wet.

"Now who's naughty?"

I added my middle finger. She moaned. I curled them upward, rolling her flesh between thumb and fingers, stimulating her clit while fucking her with my fingers. She rolled her hips, moaned louder, and came all over my fingers.

I rubbed my fingers across my five-o'clock shadow and under my nose. Licked the rest clean. She blushed. I told her I was never washing my face again.

Then she started talking about her family again. "I thought I might feel guilty about cheating on my husband, but I don't."

I was thinking "Not this again." I just said, "I'll be at the motel tomorrow. It's your choice. But I'm stealing your panties. The only way to get them back is by coming to the motel tomorrow."

I slept with her panties bunched against my nose.

The next day I met her in the motel parking lot. She wore a short skirt. I told her "ladies first." As she walked up the stairs I looked up and saw red panties. I rubbed a finger along her leg. She stopped.

"Strawberry?" I asked.

"What?"

"Are your panties strawberry?"

She blushed.

I was getting nervous. I'd never told her I was a virgin. I had mentioned a Muslim girlfriend in India and a Black girlfriend here. She assumed I'd had sex with them. I never corrected her.

In the room we hugged and kissed. I undressed her slowly as we moved toward the bed--a trail of clothes on the floor. First time I'd seen a woman fully naked in real life (except my mom... but that's a different story). I was shaking.

She lay back on the bed, legs spread, pussy fully inviting. I undressed myself already rock-hard. I reached for a condom. She said no. "I'm on the pill."

I penetrated her. My heart was going a million miles. I went in too fast. She winced. "You hurt me."

I had to confess while still inside her. "I'm a virgin."

She asked how I wrote all those racy stories. "Just imagination. Very good imagination."

She said it was okay. She'd help me. "Go slow at first."

I started moving in and out slowly. I could feel her getting wetter around my cock.

"Faster."

I went faster. Faster!

I picked up the pace. Faster. Faster. Now deeper!

I slammed in deep.

"No, not like that. Take your dick out almost all the way, then go in all the way. Slowly at first."

I pulled out until just the tip was inside--her pussy grabbing it--then slid all the way in.

"Good. Now faster."

I fucked her faster. The sound of my body slapping her wet pussy filled the room. Plop plop. And the smell of sex! I never anticipated how strong it would be.

"Yes yes. Fuck... I'm close. Just vary it a little bit."

I went wild. Grabbed her tit and fucked her the way I wanted. She started cumming. Her drenched pussy clenched around my dick. She pushed her pelvis up, almost lifting me off the bed. Now I understood why women are Shakti. There was raw power in her orgasm.

I couldn't hold back. I filled her pussy with my cum.

We were exhausted. We talked a little. Then we fucked again. And again. I had a lot of pent-up energy back then. We met once every two weeks. I'd fuck her brains out. She loved doggy style. The problem was I couldn't cum that way. I was so used to jerking off on my back. So we'd do backshots in some cheap motel, her voluptuous ass shaking with every thrust. She'd cum a couple times. When I was close but couldn't finish, I'd lie back and she'd ride me until I filled her pussy.

One week she was embarrassed. We had a date set, but she got her period. I told her I didn't mind riding the red lazy river of pleasure. She thought it was weird. We did it anyway. Put a towel down. It was slimy. Weird. But still hot.

Then 9/11 happened. Then the Iraq War. Her husband was disgusted with how the US responded. He didn't want to stay anymore. They planned to move to Canada.

I asked why she was going with him. "He hits you."

"He's good with my son. And I can't break my MIL's heart."

"But I can be good to your son too. You promised you'd leave him for me. You're breaking my heart."

"Sorry. I can't take that risk with my son. And my husband and I are working things out."

I raged. She used me. She made me believe she'd leave him when she never intended to.

A year later she called. "We're leaving for Canada in a month. I'd love for you to come with us. We can continue our relationship there."

"No. Sorry. I can't be your port in the storm while you fix your marriage. Either leave him and come to me, or stay with him. You can't have your cake and eat it too."

She made her choice.

A few years later she emailed: "I'm pregnant with twins."

Forty-year-old woman. Pregnant with twins. Had to be IVF, right? I figured she'd never leave him. Blocked.

Then I got married. Went through my own issues. The world became less black and white. I started seeing her in a less harsh light.

Now, I'm so glad I met my Bhabhi. She taught me how to fuck. And I guess I gave her some excitement until she patched things up with her husband.