Hello, everybody! I am Renu. I am a 35-year-old woman. I want to share an experience that has been my little secret for a long time. I am happy to finally share my little secret with you.
One week after I got married, I and my husband Anish went to Ooty for our honeymoon. We checked into a popular resort where my husband had booked a honeymoon suite. The location was ideal for honeymooners. We had a wonderful time sightseeing and getting to know each other. We got along well, even though our marriage was arranged. My husband was a good man, but he had one problem… alcohol. He would be fine in the daytime, but in the evening, he would get drunk and fall asleep. After he fell asleep, I would sleep next to him, feeling sexually unsatisfied. For three days we followed the same routine. We would go out in the day to visit tourist spots, eat lunch in some restaurant and go back to the room. Then, my husband would get drunk, have foreplay with me and black out early.
On the fourth day, the same thing happened. So, after he passed out, I decided to get drunk. I called room service and ordered one bottle of wine and snacks. Half an hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door. It was the room service boy. I asked him to keep the food on the table. He gave me a horny look before walking inside the room. I ignored it. He kept the food on the table and looked at me. I realised he was expecting a tip from him. So, I went to the room and got some change from my purse. I gave it to him. He took the money while looking at my breasts. Even after taking the money, he didn’t go away. He stood there looking at my breasts as if he wanted to do something to my breasts. I asked, “What happened? Are you remembering your mother?” “Sorry Ma’am,” the waiter apologised and walked away.
I closed the door and burst out laughing. I knew I couldn’t blame him for giving me horny looks because I was looking good in a pink semitransparent saree. The saree revealed my waist and belly. The low-neck blouse I was wearing revealed my cleavage through the saree. Besides my clothes, I had a curvy body even before 10 years. My body measurements were 37, 28, 38. I didn’t look fat because I am 5’7″.
I sat on the sofa and watched TV as I drank wine and snacked on the spicy Gobi Manchurian. After I finished the bottle of wine, I was still not satisfied. I was not sure if I should call room service or just go down to the resto-bar. A few minutes later, I felt like going for a walk, so I checked on my husband. He was fast asleep. So, I quickly slipped into my sandals. I took my purse and the room key card before leaving the room.
I went to the resto-bar counter and ordered wine. The bartender told me they will be closing soon, but he still gave me the wine. As I drank the wine, I looked around. I saw only four people sitting at the tables. The bartender asked me if I am alright. I told him I was alright. We started having a conversation. Then the room service guy who had come to our room joined us. He stood next to the bartender and pretended to be working before he joined the conversation. Both the guys were checking out my breasts, but they were fun to talk with. They cracked jokes and kept me entertained. I was having a good time. At about midnight the bartender said, “We will be closing in five minutes, ma’am.”
“Ok. I think I drank too much,” I said, realising I was very high.
“Ma’am. Do you need help to return to your room?” The bartender asked.
“I am okay,” I said and gulped the remaining wine from my glass. I got down from the bar stool carefully. I took the first step and realised that it was going to be a challenge to get back to the room.
I heard the bartender say, “Kishore, go with Ma’am. Make sure she goes to her room safely.”
I managed to walk to the lift and push the button. The lift door opened and I entered, struggling to keep my balance. Kishore, the room service boy, also got into the lift. For a moment, I forgot the level number. Kishore pressed the button.
As the lift moved, Kishore asked, “Are you okay, Ma’am?”
I was not okay, but I just nodded. The lift stopped. I carefully stepped out. I took a few steps into the corridor and lost my balance. Kishore quickly grabbed my hand and put one arm around my waist. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk without his help. I walked carefully as he held me tight.
As we walked, his hand moved down to my bottom and squeezed my buttocks. I was angry for a moment, but I forgot about it as my consciousness was fading in and out. I just wanted to get back to the room.
We stopped near the door, and Kishore opened the door. But it was not my room. It looked like a storage room. He pulled me inside the room. It was dimly lit. I was confused, and my consciousness was drifting away. Kishore made me lean forward on the wall. I closed my eyes. I could feel my saree and petticoat move up and my undies drop down. I knew something wrong was happening, but I couldn’t do anything about it. But when I felt the tip of a penis in the opening of my vagina, I just wanted it inside me because I was sexually deprived by my husband.
As the penis penetrated and filled me up, it was very satisfying after a long time. His penis moved in and out of my vagina. His hands were all over my breasts and buttocks, groping me. But I didn’t mind anymore. The quick strokes of his penis inside my vagina made my clit tingle with intense pleasure. His fingers grabbed my bottom and spread them apart. One of his fingers dug into my anus, making my anus feel alive. He penetrated me repeatedly like a wild guy, but I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure was building up so fast, my mind went blank. My entire body started to pulsate. My body shook as a wave of pleasure swept through my body. I suddenly felt sexual pleasure reach the peak and burst out laughing with joy. All the tension started to disappear as my stomach began to drop.
He pressed me to the wall and squeezed my breasts and bottom. He kissed my lips passionately and ejaculated inside me. The wonderful feeling I was experiencing stopped me from blacking out. I felt more conscious and alive with sexual bliss.
“Did you like it, Ma’am?” he asked.
I didn’t reply.
“Please don’t tell anyone, Ma’am,” he said.
I mumbled something.
After we finished, he pulled his penis out of my vagina and left the storage room first. I put the hooks of my blouse and adjusted my saree before leaving the room.
I went to my room. My husband was still sleeping. I undressed and put on a nightgown. I lay next to my husband and fell asleep, hoping to have sex with Kishore again.