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The Sports Meet

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Chapter 2

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The story of an average housewife and how she gets trapped and seduced by her son's school Principal

Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   True Story   School   Sports   Cheating   MaleDom   Rough   Indian Male   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Petting   Big Breasts   Size   Indian Erotica  

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I was already in awe of this man, so I quickly accepted without second thoughts. I told Fazal to have a ball with his friends to celebrate his winnings and meet me at home after he was done and went with Akash.

He took me to his house which was behind the main school building and I unsuspectingly went with him. As soon as I got inside his main door, he kissed my nape from behind.

This felt so good sending pleasure shockwaves thru my body because no one had done this before to me. At the same time, I was startled at this so quickly turned around. The moment I came face to face with him, Akash quickly sealed my lips with his, pulling me in a hug.

I had a brain freeze because everything happened so quickly. Till now I had never kissed a man other than Ali or even hugged like this. Then I came to my senses when I felt his hands gripping my butt hard pulling me more onto him.

I quickly broke the hug and kiss pushing him away hard. I reached for the door knob to leave when he caught my hand. Akash said “I am sorry Karishma, I don’t know what happened”.

I composed myself and said “whatever the case maybe Akash, I think I should leave now”. He fell on his knees begging for another chance. I quickly realized that Akash was the principal of the school where Fazal was studying, so he could make or break Fazal’s future.

Only for this reason I gave in. I went following him to the living room and sat on the single seat sofa knowing well that there is no place for a second person to sit. So this would create a natural separation between us.

Akash profusely apologized again and again till I told him to stop. He said “what would you like Karishma? Tea or coffee”? I said “tea for me Akash”. He went to the kitchen to prepare leaving me in the living room.

I went over my thoughts about everything that happened since I entered thru his door. Everything Akash did only made me feel good and greatly aroused me. Something which I have never experienced in my years of marriage with Ali.

His kiss felt awesome, this was the first time I had been kissed like this. Just thinking about it aroused me again making me rub my thighs together. Yes Ali has kissed me numerous times but that was a simple namesake one second kiss.

But now the million-dollar question was, this was happening for real and not like in my fantasies. Was I really ready to step into the world of adultery? Was I ready to let an outside man into my space which all these years was exclusive only for my husband?

If things progressed further, then was I ready to open my legs to someone who I am not married to? While all these questions were running in my mind, Akash called out from the kitchen.

He came to the door and said “I am really ashamed to be asking you this, but I have tried calling my friends for help but no one is answering my calls”.

While still recovering from my brain freeze and at the same time trying to decipher his meaningless words, I said “what is it Akash”? He said “actually I don’t know how to make good tea. I tried, but totally screwed it up. I tried calling for help but failed there too”.

I wanted to laugh out loud hearing this but controlled myself. I simply asked “so what do you want me to do”? Akash replied “see I am good at making coffee. So I need you to help me prepare tea. I am feeling ashamed asking my guest to help me but I am out of options”.

I calmly replied “then make coffee for me too. It is that simple”. He said “no Karishma, this is the first time you have come to my house. Serving you coffee when you prefer tea would be a big insult on my part and I cannot fathom that. So please help me”.

I found it easier to go help him instead of continuing this meaningless argument. So I went with him and stood a few feet away while giving him instructions. I saw that he had a coffee maker so it was a no brainer that he was able to make it.

But I have to admit, his kitchen skills were below even pathetic and driving me nuts. Finally, I gave up and told him to step aside. I started preparing the tea myself while telling him how to go about it.

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