Hello friends, my name is Rachna. I am 40 years old. I was 28 when I got married, and my husband was 32. He was a successful software engineer who didn’t get enough time to be intimate with me. Despite that, he told me to get an IUD inserted because he wanted us to move abroad before having children. Though he had good intentions, he didn’t know how to take care of my needs. One year after our marriage, he went to the US alone.
I was living alone in an apartment. I craved for love and intimacy, and often shared my disappointment with some of my best friends. They felt bad for me, and most of them advised me to focus on some hobby, like painting, knitting, and reading good books. One of my friends, who was 40 at that time, was more understanding. She told me she has a friend who was in the same situation as me a few years ago, but her friend had a solution. I requested her to share her friend’s solution. She was hesitant to share at first, but after I asked several times, she told me her friend had hired someone to fulfill her desires. I was shocked. I told her that was not even an option. She told me she was just telling me about her friend, and she wasn’t advising me to hire a Gigolo.
The next few days I thought about it. My husband was in the US, unconcerned about my mental, emotional, and physical needs. I needed someone to satisfy me. I started considering hiring someone to fulfill my desires. So, I began searching online. I didn’t have enough luck because back in those days, there was not enough information about Gigolos. But we had Yahoo chat, which was very popular. Many men used to give their phone numbers and email addresses on chat, requesting women to call them. I contacted some of these men with fake email addresses. I found a few men on chat were married, and other men were just immature. One day, when I was in one of the chat rooms, some guy was messaging in the public chat room, claiming he was a Gigolo and sharing his email address. I sent an email to him. He replied with a professional email, thanking me for contacting him. His picture was attached in the email, and the price was also mentioned. He looked handsome in the picture, and his price was 1000 rupees per hour. The price was not too high for that time, so I was happy to go ahead, but I was not sure if he was telling the truth. So I asked him to meet me in a public place first. He agreed to meet me.
We met on a Saturday evening in a park. I was surprised by his looks. He looked at least 3-4 years younger than me. But, because he was a couple of inches taller than me and well-built, people looked at us as if we were a married couple. Or maybe they misunderstood because we had a good vibe and I was wearing a Mangalsutra.
I analysed him as much as I could, and I was impressed by his personality. He looked decent, and he had good manners. So I told him I wanted to hire him for two hours and asked him to come to my flat the next day at 6pm and stay with me till 8pm. He agreed, and we were both happy with the agreement.
The next day, I started getting ready at 4pm, excited to meet him. I took a bath and wore an orange cotton saree, which had a gold-coloured Zari border.
The doorbell rang at 7:30pm. I looked through the peephole and saw him. I opened the door and welcomed him. He greeted me, and he came inside. I closed the door and turned. To my surprise, he took me in his arms and gave me a warm hug. I melted in his arms and I felt like I was worth something. He looked into my eyes, and I expected him to kiss me, but he didn’t. So I asked him to come to the living room and relax.
We went to the sofa, and I asked him to sit. He sat, and I offered him soft drinks. He didn’t want anything, but I insisted that he should drink something refreshing. So he agreed. I quickly went to the kitchen and got two glasses of juice. I gave one glass to him and sat on the sofa opposite him. We chatted and drank the juice. While chatting, he looked at me as if I was some delicious food item. His eyes scanned my breasts and belly with lust. I was excited. I wanted to know if he was really attracted to me or if he was pretending just to get a loyal customer. So I asked, “What do you want to do to me?”
He smiled and got up from the sofa. He came to me and said, “Stand up. I’ll show you what I want to do to you.”
I smiled at him and stood up. He took me in his arms and kissed my lips. Feeling weak in his arms, I kissed him back. His hands moved all over my body, caressing my breasts, belly, waist, and buttocks. He kissed me passionately for about 10 minutes. Then he broke the kiss, lifted my saree and petticoat above my bottom. He held my clothes up and pulled my undies down to my feet. He told me to hold my saree up and sit on the sofa. Holding my clothes above my bottom, I sat wondering what he wanted to do to me. He knelt on the carpet in front of me, his hands spread my legs and his face dug between my inner thighs. I was surprised by what he did. When I felt his lips on my vaginal lips, my heart missed a beat. Nobody had done that to me. And, when I felt his tongue licking my clitoris, I gave up. It felt so good; I just closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. He bit and sucked my outer and inner labia. He kissed and licked my clitoris. He put his tongue inside my vagina and licked. I was mesmerised by the wonderful things he was doing to me. I loved it and orgasmed, but he didn’t stop. He consumed my vaginal secretion as if it was something delicious. He continued to stimulate my vulva with his tongue and lips. Unable to control myself, I stroked his hair and rubbed my vulva on his face. I moaned loudly for the first time in my life. Luckily, our flat was big enough to dull the sound. I orgasmed for the second time. He eagerly licked and swallowed my vaginal secretion. I was happy he liked it that much.
He planted kisses on my vulva and inner thighs. Then, he stood and said, “Remove your blouse.”
Though we had become very intimate, I felt shy to remove my blouse before him. I removed only my blouse and kept my breasts covered with the bra. He removed his clothes and stood before me naked. I was impressed by his athletic body. I was happy to see his hard penis because I had not seen my husband’s penis for a long time.
“Open your mouth,” he said and moved closer to me.
I was surprised again, but I was curious. So I moved forward and opened my mouth. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and slowly pushed his penis inside my mouth. I thought I would choke, but he pushed carefully. When it was fully inside my mouth, he said, “Don’t move. Just keep it in your mouth.”
I didn’t understand the point of sitting still with his penis in my mouth, but it felt good after just a few seconds. I could feel it slightly buzzing in my mouth. It was warm, and his pre-seminal fluid leaked out into my mouth. Though I had never tasted it, I knew it was not uncommon for a woman to taste a man’s pre-seminal and seminal fluid during sex. So I was eager to taste more of it.
“Suck it,” he said.
I had never sucked my husband’s penis, but I sucked gently out of curiosity. It was warm and hard, and it smelt and tasted so masculine. He didn’t have to tell me to suck it again. I just sucked it again and again. He put his hands inside my bra and squeezed my breasts. It aroused me even more, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled his penis out of my mouth and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I stood up, and he took me in his arms, and we kissed for a while. Then, he broke the kiss, unhooked my bra, and removed it. He bent to my breasts and sucked my nipples one after the other. He rubbed his face on my breasts and said, “They are so beautiful.”
I was happy he liked my breasts. He lifted my left breast and said, “Suck it.”
“What?” I thought. I had never sucked my own nipples. But he insisted, repeating, “Suck it.”
So I bent, and without much effort, I was able to reach my nipple because I had big breasts. I sucked my nipples for the first time while he squeezed my other breast. I sucked my nipple for a short time and lowered my breast.
He said, “Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s time to f**k you.”
“Don’t use that word, please.” I requested him.
“Sorry,” he said and laughed.
We went to the bedroom. He told me to remove my clothes and lie down on the bed. I removed my saree and petticoat, and I lay down on the bed, naked. He got on the bed and told me to spread my legs. I did as I was told. He knelt between my legs and caressed my legs, belly, and breasts. He bent and kissed my belly and moved to my breasts. He kissed my breasts and squeezed them. He sucked my nipples for some time. Then, he lay on top of me and kissed my lips. I felt his penis on my vulva and felt excited. He kept his elbows on the bed and lifted his body. He adjusted his pelvis, and I felt the tip of his penis between the lips of my vagina. I felt goosebumps all over my body. When the thick glans of his penis popped into my vagina, I closed my eyes. He pushed into me and filled me up. I was very happy to have him inside me for the first time. He lay on top of me and kissed my lips. I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes. He said, “Repeat after me.”
I was confused. “What do you want me to repeat?” I asked.
“I am a beautiful housewife…” he said.
I hesitated and repeated what he said, “I am a beautiful housewife…”
“I am getting fucked by a Gigolo,” he said.
I hesitated and said, “I don’t like the F word.”
“Just say it. Say ‘Fuck me!’” he said pulling his penis out my vagina and pushing it back inside me.
I just closed my eyes, feeling good.
“Repeat after me,” he said. “I am a beautiful woman. I deserve to be fucked.”
“Say it!” he said loudly, pulling his penis out and pushing it back inside my vagina again.
Feeling a bit shaken, I said, “I am a beautiful woman. I deserve to be f….cked.”
“Good,” he said. “Now keep saying ‘Fuck me’ till I tell you to stop.”
His penis was inside my vagina, but he wasn’t moving. I was frustrated with games. I hoped he would move a bit and started whispering, “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…”
“Don’t stop!” he said with a firm tone and started moving his penis in and out of me.
Excited, I continued repeating. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”
He penetrated my vagina quickly and repeatedly. It started to feel so good; a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout my body. My eyes closed, and I moaned with pleasure. And, involuntarily I chanted, “fuck me… fuck me faster… faster…fuck me.”
He increased the speed of his thrusts, which made orgasmic waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. My body shuddered as the intense feeling exploded. It made me cry with happiness as all the tension and worries flooded out of my body. I was free and happy again.
He lay on top of me and ejaculated in my vagina. I was sexually satisfied for the first time. I had never felt that good while having sex with my husband. He rolled over and lay on his back next to me. I turned to my left side and looked at him. I admired his handsome face. I stretched my hand and held his semi-hard penis in my hand. It was soaked with our fluids but I didn’t mind. I gently stroked it. He turned and lay facing me on his side. He put an arm on top of my waist. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips. We cuddled and lay peacefully together.
After a few minutes, I sat on the bed and told him I was going for a wash. He told me after I return we can try anal sex. I hesitated, but he told me I would like it. I was still not convinced. I got down from the bed. I went to the bathroom and used the toilet. Then, I washed my vagina and anus with soap. When I returned, he was standing near the dressing table holding my coconut hair oil bottle in his hand. He smiled and asked, “Ready for anal sex?”
“I don’t know. I heard it is painful,” I said, concerned.
“It won’t be painful with this oil,” he said.
“I don’t mind trying.” I said. “But if it hurts me too much, I want you to stop, ok?”
“Ok,” he said.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Kneel down on the bed. I’ll apply oil for your anus first,” he said.
It sounded strange to me, but I wanted to try everything after living for a long time without experiencing any sexual pleasure. I climbed the bed and knelt down. I leaned forward and kept my elbows on the bed. He also climbed the bed and corrected my posture, making me lift my bottom. He spread the cheeks of my buttocks and kissed my anus which made me shiver. It was the first time someone had kissed my anus. I was more taken aback when his tongue slid into my anus and licked. I was so glad I had cleaned it with soap. He spread my buttocks, and I felt oil flow into my anal passage. His fingers moved inside my anus and spread the oil around. I hoped the oil would be enough for penetration.
I felt the tip of his penis on my anus and closed my eyes, excited and afraid. As the tip of his penis moved inside my anal passage slowly, I felt my anus stretch painfully. Then he suddenly pushed it inside me. Oh my gosh! I cried in pain. My legs twitched, and tears filled my eyes. “It hurts! It hurts!” I cried.
He calmly said, “It will be okay when the oil spreads.”
He slowly pulled and pushed inside me. It hurt, and I jerked forward, but he put his hands under my belly and pulled me back, thrusting his penis forcefully into me. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I cried, “It’s painful. Pull it out!”
He pulled his penis a little bit and said, “No pain, no gain.” Then he thrust it back inside me.
I couldn’t stop him after that because he drew me back with his hands firmly gripping my waist and his penis repeatedly stroked rapidly inside my anus. But he was right; the pain reduced after the oil spread properly. It began to feel more like a soothing massage. I closed my eyes, feeling my body warm from the heat emerging from my gut. He groaned with pleasure, and it strangely made me feel good knowing just my anus was enough to satisfy a man. He pumped his penis into my anus for more than half an hour and ejaculated. When he was done, he pulled his penis out, and I fell flat on the bed. His semen eased the pain in my anus, and I felt a guilty pleasure for enjoying anal sex for the first time.
After a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door open and got down from the bed. He had washed and come out of the bathroom. I noticed he had spent two and a half hours with me. I had only hired him for two hours. I took out cash from my purse and gave him 2500 rupees for the extra time. He returned 500 rupees and thanked me for hiring him. I told him I was very happy with his service, and I will hire him very soon. He was very happy. He changed into his clothes, and I went with him to the door. Near the door, he hesitated and asked me if he could kiss me. I told him he can kiss me if he didn’t want to charge me for it. He told me he can do a lot of things for free for me. He gave me a gentle kiss on my lips before leaving. I closed the door and went to the bedroom, knowing he was the solution to my problems.
He called me the same day. I answered his call and told him not to call me, and if I want his service, I will call him. He didn’t call me after that. I didn’t want to get romantic with me. So, I decided to have a professional relationship with him. I resisted the temptation to hire him for one week. After one week, I called him and told him I wanted to hire him the next day for two hours from 5 to 7. He was happy, but I told him I want a strictly professional relationship with him, and I don’t want him to do anything to me without my consent. He agreed, but I could tell by his voice he was disappointed. I felt bad for him, but I also felt a need to set limits on our relationship.
The next evening, I had a shower for the second time that day at 4pm. I got dressed like a bride in my wedding saree and waited for me. The doorbell rang half an hour early. I looked through the peephole. I saw him and opened the door. He told me I looked very good and came inside. I closed the door and turned around. He quickly took me in his arms and kissed my lips. We kissed passionately, but after we broke the kiss, I reminded him to keep it professional and just do what I tell him to do. He agreed, looking disappointed.
I went to the sofa. He followed me. I lifted my saree and petticoat above my hips and pulled down my panties. I sat on the sofa and kept my feet on the sofa. I spread my legs, smiled and asked, “Do you want refreshing juice?”
He laughed and came to me. He removed his clothes and knelt before me. He dug his face between my inner thighs and kissed, licked, and sucked. He made me orgasm and swallowed my vaginal secretion. Then we went to the bedroom. I told him to lie down on the bed. I sucked his penis and made it harder first. Then, I sat on him and took his penis in my vagina. After I orgasmed, I asked him if he wanted to penetrate my anus. He was excited to do it, so we had anal intercourse. Finally that day we had sex in the shower. He spent more than two hours with me, but he took money only for two hours. I was very happy with his service.
He was a great guy. He was the solution to my problems at that time. Now, I live in the US. I divorced my husband because he was not man enough to satisfy a woman. I don’t need Gigolo’s here. I have many friends here who are happy to take care of me. I love my life.