"Uuunnggghhhhh!" I groan as I thrust hard and deep into you. Your body is jolted by the force of the thrust as I grind hard against your limit, your n...me on my lips as I push. The feeling of me so deep and exploding inside you sets you off on another series of shocks of your own. Grunting again with each spurting thrust, I judder and buck against you while you ride my every movement to take my pleasure deep inside.My thrusts slow to a stop. You hear me breathing raggedly behind you, my arms. My name is Sonu(28) from the city of Chennai and I work in an IT organization. This story I am writing is a true encounter of events which actually happened to me a few days ago.The heroine of the story is Divya and she lives in my opposite flat. She was a house wife with a 4 year kid. She was married for about four to five years and her husband was from the IT background and was working in one of the reputed companies. We already exchanged our numbers during a flat association meeting. We use. Mom said it was because she had just been married, and took her husband's name. That just seemed stupid to me.Even at that young age, I knew that kissing was for people who loved each other although I had no idea about love. Sure, I loved my dog and my mom, I got that. Why adults kissed the way my mom and dad kissed puzzled me. Anyway, I knew it was an adult thing and serious. So, when I saw Mrs. Stratford kissed the principal in that way, I knew it wasn't right.They spotted me spying on them.. This whole thing had been his idea, and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it, the exhibitionism of it, the outlandish outfits, and the strutting and posturing. The only people here who knew their real identities were the Harrises, who had originally been their swinging partners, and had introduced them to this group. She remembered how excited Don had been the night they had brought it up. Lisa thought it was obvious why he liked it, the submissive role a relief from his daily position.