I never thought Dipti Aunty, my parents’ coolest, hottest friend, would be the one to take my virginity. But that night at her birthday party, a shared smoke on the balcony turned into something filthy and forbidden. Her saree, her body grinding against me, that desperate kiss… and then her on her knees swallowing every inch while her husband waited upstairs.

Raw. Urgent. No turning back.

My first time with a married MILF twice my age.

Hi, I’m Dhruv. What I’m about to share is a memory that has never really let me go.

It happened years ago, yet it still lingers in my mind. I wouldn’t be doing it justice unless I included all the details. So sit back and enjoy.

To get it out of the way, I’m 5’9, pretty skinny, and have a medium complexion. I have a standard 6.5-inch veiny and curved cock that is also quite thick.

Even though I am now 24, this incident occurred in the summer of 2014. It’s a story about me losing my virginity, about the summer I turned eighteen. I had just finished my board exams and was ready to leave Mumbai behind for college in Delhi.

As the day of my departure drew closer, I tried to spend as much time as I could with my friends. Most of them were headed abroad for college, and I knew I wouldn’t see them for a long time.

One afternoon, I came home after grabbing lunch with my friends, already planning to meet them again later in the evening for drinks. But my parents had other plans.

“It’s Dipti aunty’s birthday tonight, and she’s throwing a party. We’re leaving for her place at nine,” my mom said, like it was non-negotiable.

I groaned, tried to get out of it, but it didn’t work. “This is the last time everyone will see you until you return for Diwali. You have to come,” they insisted.

I finally obliged, as there was no point in arguing anymore, not realising at all how much that night was going to change things for me. I decided to grab a quick nap before the party. Nine o’clock rolled around, and we were on our way to Bandra.

Now, a little about Dipti aunty, she was easily my favourite out of my parents’ entire friend group. At 35, she was younger than the rest of the aunties and uncles and, thereby, a lot cooler. When we turned sixteen, she was the one slipping us drinks at family gatherings, laughing when we tried to act grown-up. When we turned 16, she’d always sneak us a drink or two at family parties. She’d always teasingly ask us about our girlfriends and boyfriends. She was just fun to be around.

She had been married for about 12 years and had an 11-year-old son. But damn, she was absolutely gorgeous. I never sexually thought about her, but I always found her extremely attractive. She was Delhi Punjabi, extremely fair, slim, and had a great rack and ass, along with curves that made it impossible not to notice her.

If I had to sum up her looks, I’d say she was like an older, slightly shorter version of Anushka Sharma, around 5’8, graceful but with this playful edge. Of course, she was much older than me, and more importantly, was my parents’ friend. My mind at the time was too innocent to ever fantasise about her.

Anyway, it was a Friday night in Mumbai, which meant traffic was its usual ridiculous. We were the first ones there. Dipti aunty and her husband, Anurag uncle, were still running around, setting things up when we arrived. I told my parents I needed to make a quick call and that I’d catch up with them inside.

I really just wanted to hang back for a smoke. So, after puffing on a Goldflake King, I made my way up and rang the bell. When I reached the building’s party hall, I was greeted by a smiling Dipti aunty. “Look who’s here! Mr All Grown Up! It’s been so long, beta. How are you?” she asked as she came in for a hug.

She looked absolutely jaw-dropping that night. Draped in a dark blue saree, her hair was pinned neatly in a bun. The fabric clung to her, waist and hips well exposed in a way that made her look ridiculously sexy.

Dipti aunty was always affectionate and would often hug us, but this time, it felt like she lingered a bit longer. It felt a little different, but I didn’t think much of it and carried on.

She seemed to be in good spirits, by which I mean she was already a little tipsy. After a few minutes, she remembered she’d left some food and chasers downstairs in the apartment and asked if I could help her get everything up to the hall. I happily obliged.

In the elevator ride down, we ended up standing so close our arms brushed. She animatedly acted and rested her head on my shoulder. “Throwing a party is so much more tiring than it is fun,” she sighed.

I had to agree. She was so close to me, her boobs lightly rested on my chest, and it felt so hot that it was getting harder to ignore.

Once again, I tried not to think much of it and suppressed any straying thoughts I had. We made it to the apartment and collected the food and chasers, ready to head back when she whispered, “Hmm, so it seems like someone’s old enough to smoke now. I can smell it on you.”

I started panicking. Was she going to tell my parents? I’d be dead. But to my relief, she instead pulled out a pack from a kitchen cabinet, smirking, she said, “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”

Relief rushed through me. “Oh yes, absolutely, don’t worry about that, aunty, I won’t,” I replied.

“Join me on the balcony for a quick smoke?” she asked. I couldn’t believe it, this was so cool. I’d never smoked with an aunty before.

We stepped out onto the balcony, and she lit the smoke. We stood shoulder to shoulder, so close I could feel the warmth radiating off her.

“Ah, college. You’re going to have a blast. All the young hotties are going to be after you. Don’t forget me when you leave,” she said teasingly and leaned further into me, now partially in front of me.

“Come on, Aunty, how could I possibly?” I laughed nervously. “You’re the coolest aunty in the group, you know that,” I said.

She tilted her head, smiling, “Aww, what a sweetie,” she said softly, before leaning in and pressing a slow, lingering kiss against my cheek, three whole seconds that felt like forever. She was now almost entirely in front of me and leaning on the balcony rails.

Her ass was literally up against my dick. There was no hiding now, fuck whatever thoughts I was trying to suppress before. I was getting hard now. She was so incredibly hot. My hormones were raging. That kiss had to have meant something. I wanted her now, and there was no denying it.

The cigarette was nearly done, and I had to think fast before we went back up. What was the most harmless yet sexual thing I could do? I decided to take a risk and reciprocate. A kiss on her cheek. Something I could play off if she freaked out.

So I slid one hand on her bare waist and planted a long kiss on her cheek. She inhaled sharply and backed up further into me, slowly grinding her body against mine as she dropped the cigarette off the balcony.

Fuck! It’s really happening. I kept my kiss planted, and she kept moving. This went on for 30 endless seconds.

She slowly turned her face towards mine and planted a kiss on my lips. We started kissing, just our lips at first, slowly melting into each other's tongues. I was in disbelief. How the fuck was this actually happening? Her body was still facing away from mine. I moved my hands, exploring her waist and sliding one forward, I placed it on her stomach as we continued exploring each other’s mouths.

Our tongues became inseparable. She was so skilled, like she’d been doing this forever. About a minute passed, and I panicked, breaking the kiss.

“Aunty, is it okay that we’re doing this? Are you okay with this?” I asked.

She was quiet for a moment and finally responded, “Look, I love my husband. I have a family. And they’ll always be the world to me, but I just want to have some fun. As long as you promise that not a soul will ever find out about this.”

That sounded fair, and I wanted her too badly to stop now. I stared at her for a second and went back in to kiss her, harder this time.

“Wait, they’ll be expecting us upstairs. We need an excuse,” she said.

She called her husband and told him that the maid had undercooked the chicken and that she had to fry it again. She also told him they were short on chasers and she’d sent me to the store to buy some. He bought it.

“Let’s move inside,” she said.

I followed her inside. We made it to the living room, and she lay down on the sofa. I got on top of her without a second thought, our mouths found each other again, desperate, messy, with a sense of urgency. I slowly began to grind my hips against hers as her breathing grew heavier.

She broke away and tugged my t-shirt off, then stood up to undo her saree impatiently. “Fuck... this is going to be a pain to put back on,” she muttered. A few moments later, she stood before me in nothing but her black lingerie. I slipped my jeans off and sat upright on the couch.

“We don’t have time, let’s hurry,” she said and slid her panties off before unclipping her bra in an urgency.

There she was, in all her glory. Her body looked like a perfect hourglass. She was so slim yet so thick in the right places. Her ass protruded from her hips, and her pink nipples looked incredible on her perfectly full and firm tits.

My gaze travelled lower. Her pussy was covered in neatly trimmed hair. I couldn’t believe it, I was going to have sex with this woman.

She sank to her knees and pulled my boxers off before taking me in her hand, jerking my now fully erect cock. Even though I was painfully hard, her strokes sent a shock of heat to my whole body. Before I could process anything, she swallowed my dick whole without any hesitation, moving up and down with her tongue skillfully.

It was my first blowjob. She kept going, and before I knew it, I was going to cum. I pulled her head up and told her I was close. “Oh no! Not so soon, beta. We’re not done yet.”

To Be Continued...