I Never Expected My 37F Divorced Colleague To Open Her Legs For Me

I never planned for any of this to happen. In fact, if you had told me even a month ago that I would end up in bed with Priya from the accounts department, I would have thought you were joking.

Priya is 37, divorced for three years now. She’s the kind of woman most people in the office don’t really notice. She’s short, slightly overweight, with a round face, soft double chin, and thick arms. Her skin carries old acne scars on her cheeks, and she usually keeps her hair tied in a simple bun. She wears loose, practical cotton salwar kameez in dull colors that hide her body completely. She speaks softly, rarely makes eye contact for long, and always seems a little tired. She’s polite, efficient at her work, and keeps mostly to herself.

But over the last few weeks, something shifted between us.

It started with small things sharing lunch when the canteen was crowded, complaining about the new HR policies, and eventually longer conversations in the evening after everyone else had left. She began opening up to me slowly. Her marriage had been emotionally dead for years. Her ex-husband had stopped touching her long before the divorce. She told me she hadn’t had sex in more than four years. Not once. She said she had started feeling invisible, unattractive, and slowly lifeless.

One rainy Friday evening, her cab cancelled and I offered to drop her home. When we reached her apartment, she hesitated for a moment, then quietly asked, “Would you like to come in for some tea?”

I said yes.

Inside, the house was neat but felt lonely. We sat on the couch with our tea, talking in low voices. The rain was pouring outside. After a long silence, she looked down at her hands and said, almost in a whisper:

“I know I’m not beautiful. I know how I look. But… I’m so tired of feeling like a ghost in my own body. I just want to feel wanted again. Even if it’s only for one night.”

The vulnerability in her voice hit me hard. I didn’t say anything. I just leaned in slowly and kissed her.

She froze for a second, then kissed me back hesitant, nervous, almost scared. Her lips were soft and warm. We kissed for a long time on the couch, slowly getting comfortable with each other. When my hand finally moved to her waist, she trembled.

We moved to her bedroom after almost forty minutes of kissing and gentle touching. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp.

I undressed her slowly, piece by piece.

When her kurti came off, her body was revealed soft, full, and heavy. Her breasts were large and pendulous, resting against her round stomach. They had a natural sag that came with age and weight. Her nipples were surprisingly dark, almost chocolate brown, thick and prominent, already stiff from arousal. Her belly was soft with visible stretch marks running across it like silver lines. Her thighs were thick and heavy, pressing together naturally.

She kept trying to cover herself with her hands, clearly ashamed. I gently pulled them away and told her she looked beautiful. I don’t know if she believed me, but she stopped hiding.

I laid her down on the bed and kissed her neck, then moved lower. When I reached her breasts, I took one heavy breast in my hand and sucked her thick, dark nipple into my mouth. She gasped loudly and arched her back. I spent a long time on her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples until they were shiny and swollen.

When I finally moved further down, I could smell her.

Her pussy had a strong, rich, musky scent very feminine, slightly tangy, and intoxicating after years of being ignored. It wasn’t perfumed or artificial. It was raw and real. When I spread her thick thighs, I saw her pussy for the first time. Her outer lips were dark and puffy, slightly swollen with arousal. Her inner lips peeked out, glistening with wetness.

I licked her slowly, savoring her taste. She was incredibly wet. The moment my tongue touched her clit, her hands flew to my hair and she let out a deep, throaty moan. Her pussy was tight much tighter than I expected. When I slid one finger inside her, her walls clenched around it greedily.

I took my time eating her out, licking long slow strokes, sucking her clit gently, then harder. She came for the first time after fifteen minutes suddenly and intensely. Her thick thighs shook around my head as she cried out, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.

After she recovered, she looked at me with glassy eyes and whispered, “I want you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs. Her pussy was dripping. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness, then pushed in slowly.

She was extremely tight.

Her pussy gripped me like a hot, velvet fist. She moaned loudly as I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was completely buried inside her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around me constantly. I started moving slowly long, deep strokes. Every time I pulled back, her pussy seemed to suck me back in.

Priya turned out to be surprisingly vocal and greedy in bed. She wrapped her thick legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, whispering “harder… please fuck me harder.” Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. Her soft belly jiggled. The sound of my hips slapping against her wet pussy filled the room.

I fucked her in missionary for a long time, watching her dark nipples bounce, watching her face twist in pleasure. Then she asked me to take her from behind.

When I entered her doggy style, the view was incredibly hot her wide, heavy ass rippling every time I thrust into her. She pushed back against me eagerly, moaning without shame now. I reached around and rubbed her clit while fucking her deep. She came again harder this time her entire body shaking as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled out and came across her soft, round ass and lower back in thick ropes.

Afterwards, we lay together in silence. She had tears in her eyes, not from regret, but from pure relief. She kept stroking my chest and whispering “thank you” again and again.

That was the first night.

Since then, we’ve been meeting whenever her son is with her parents. In the office she’s still the same quiet, average-looking Priya.

But behind closed doors, this divorced, not-so-good-looking woman becomes one of the most passionate and sexually hungry lovers I’ve ever been with.

And every single time, her pussy still feels just as tight, just as wet, and just as desperate as the first night.