Adultery Indian Wife's Anniversary gift by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rahul knew that his wife was bisexual before he married her. She and her best friend had been to bed several times in high college, and even shared a boyfriend a few times. That is what he had come to know and frankly a lesbian relationship made him excited. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the pleasure of both of them before or even after they were married, although once when he came home one night, he could, after kissing Anjali, tell that she had been to bed with a girlfriend, so strong was the feminine aroma, very distinct from Anjali herself.

Their fifth wedding anniversary was coming up, and Anjali asked him what they were going to do to celebrate. Rahul had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stageshow or dancing, then back home to make better love.It was after the two recent trips to a nudist beach resort that Anjali had become far bolder in sexual matters. When Rahul explained his plans and asked her whether a nude beach resort was what she had in mind, she simply smiled and suppressed a giggle, her black eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.

Luckily, their first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, they dolled themselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot-spot kept them laughing and in a good mood. As they drove home, Anjali sitting next to Rahul, leaned over and caressed his thigh with her painted fingernails, sending a shiver through him.

"You want to have real wild sex with me tonight?" She cooed.She was wearing an electric blue saree with a sleeveless blouse and matching ethnic jewellery which included oxidised bangles,necklace and a pair of lovely and dainty anklets which,she knew was a tremendous put on for her husband.

Rahul said yes, he would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Anjali came, no one could doubt that she wasn't faking. Her tendency to "let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed.

Arm in arm, they climbed the stairs to their apartment, and once inside, kissed passionately for several long moments, running their hands over each other and bring desire to a boil. Anjali broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping Rahul’s pants in the entry hall. She pulled his hardening cock out of his pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tonguing the underside of the head, and teasing him, Rahul felt his balls tingle and her wet mouth sliding like wet velvet over his shaft.

He pulled her up to him and kissed her long and hard, his tongue exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue to follow his back, squeezing her tits through her blouse. As he knelt in the hall, lifting her saree, she leaned back against the wall, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Rahul moved the hem of her saree up, and stared straight at her shapely pussy. She had been dressed in a thong panty, all night. He looked up at her, his warm breath tickling her bush, and she smiled that special way of hers, telling him she did it for their pleasure.

Rahul dove into her soft moist pussy, licking the glistening drops of cream from her bush. His tongue parted her moist lips, feeling the warmth of her, tasting her sweet eagerness. He circled her clit several times, holding on to her thighs when she tried to lower herself against his tongue.

She pulled him up and kissed him long and hard, showing him how very hot her passions had become. She pulled a scarf from the nearby drawer, smiling at her hubby.

"Stand still." She said. "I have a surprise for you."

She used the scarf as a blindfold and led Rahul into the darkened bedroom. He figured she'd gone out and bought some sexy clothes for him to take off of her. He heard matches striking, and the fragrance of scented candles impinged on his senses.

"Setting the mood" Rahul thought. She stood next to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek, her bare breast touching his arm. Slowly, she began to undress him. Making him feel every fiber move against his skin. Telling him to stay still, not to reach for her. She removed his shirt, gliding her hands lightly over his chest, tickling the hairs around his nipples. She removed the belt from his pants, slowly pulling it through the belt loops, making a long hissing sound as it slid against the fabric. She knelt and started untying his shoes, helping him out of them, sliding his socks off his feet. Her hands unfastened the snap at his waist, his zipper already undone, with his cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be touched. She stopped and breathed into his ear, her tongue tracing the edge, warm and wet.

"Just a second." She said softly.

Rahul heard her climb onto the bed, moving around on the sheets. All he could hear was the light tinkle of her silver anklets and the bangles. His pants were pushed away from his hips, and he could feel her hair against his bare thighs as she lifted one leg, then the other out of his pants. Hands caressed his thighs, sliding up under the legs of his boxer shorts, fingernails lightly raking the skin there. Lips closed around the end of his shaft, with a tongue lightly caressing the head of his cock.

"Tease." Rahul muttered.

Hands quickly pulled his shorts off, making him naked and blind in the fragrant darkness. He moved to the bed, and her hands pushed him back against the pillows. He could feel the warmth of her body near his and he longed to reach out an stroke her.

"Just lay back and enjoy this." She purred.

More movements as she positioned herself on the bed. Again lips encircled the head of his cock, tongue swirling, wet and warm. The velvety smoothness caused him to moan softly, and he could feel her warm breath against his skin. All at once she swallowed his cock, deeply, into her throat. She'd never before been able to 'throat' his six inches, and Rahul gasped loudly as her lips tickled the hairs at the root. Rising slowly, lips tight against him, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the muscular ridge under his cock.