Adultery Knowing my wife, knowing me as well - 1 by Krish_999 ( Completed )

[sarit11]

I visited a medical store early in the morning. As I bought the pill, I recalled my scare that I had while watching Meera receiving it from Arman. I was able to laugh at the irony of myself being assigned with the task of buying it. Is it what for she had confessed to me?
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That was enough for our trip to Goa. Though nothing was happened as I had expected from such a trip, it invariably soothed my mind. I felt like I knew myself better than ever. I had come to terms with myself. I was a cuckold. I am a cuckold. I have been.

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I felt at peace, but only until Tuesday morning. As I was taking a shower, all nude, I touched my dick and a sight of Arman's flashed in my mind.

"He was thick. I wanted to feel it inside me. Here."
I recalled Meera saying that. She wanted that one. Not this one. I doubted if I could satisfy her ever in bed. I then wondered if I had ever satisfied her. Obviously, I had satisfied her a number of times, and all of them were when she was in command. When she was riding me, driving me. When she dominated me. When I played submissive. When she spat in to my mouth. When I swallowed her saliva. Those were the moments when I was at my best. I really felt good of her having found my personality. I felt an urge to run to her and submit myself to her.
When I came out, she was in the bedroom, arranging the clothes. I hugged her from behind, over her white shirt. I kissed her on the neck. An alluring aroma filled my nose, driving me thirsty. She dropped the clothes and turned to me. I could see that she wasn't wearing bra inside the shirt.
Her eyes asked me what I wanted.
I said I want her.
She smirked.

"You want to fuck me right in the morning?"
I loved her way of talking, so straight.

I shook my head "No"

"I want you to fuck me right in this morning"

"Oh!"

She looked at me unbelievably. She was looking down at me, I knew it. But I didn't care. I wasn't ashamed of it anymore.

"OK, strip, my boy" she said with a wicked smile.

I didn't have to do it. She pulled my T-shirt off me and I barely had to raise my hands. She then pulled my shorts down along with my jockey, to the floor. I stood completely nude, at her complete mercy.
She put her both hand on the either sides of her hip. It was indeed a dominating gesture.

"What do you want me to take off?"

She was inviting. My dick made a small jump into the air. I wanted her to take her shirt off. With my shaky hands, I unhooked a couple of buttons of her shirt, and she stopped me.

"Kneel, baby"

It sounded a lovely request then. Now, I do realise it was an order. A word of command.
I kneeled down on the floor in front of her, and she pushed both her thumbs into the either sides of her leggings and looked at me suggestively. I felt proud as I thought I've read her mind correctly and slowly pulled it down. She had pushed her thumbs well into her panty, and as I pulled it, her panty came along, revealing everything that could hypnotise me. As I pulled clothes down to her feet, she touched my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I gasped and looked upward at her.
With a smile she gripped my hair and pulled me to her. My face touched between her legs and an odour I'd never experienced before penetrated deep into my nose, my head, my mind. It was revealing. It was intoxicating. My hands ran around her hip, to her behind, to her cheeks. It was so soft. I felt I'd never been so intimate with her.
As i tried to bury my face in between her legs, she stepped back.
She pushed my forehead a bit and then climbed on to the bed.

She sat on her knees, pulled her blanket over her legs.

"Come on, get inside this, Krish!"

I had no idea what was she up to. Only thing I knew was I was up to anything.
Without asking anything I crawled under the blanket from one end, and when I reached the other side, I saw her legs, spread apart. She lay on her back and pulled the blanket to her belly.

"Get in there Krish, and kiss me"

I heard her say. I could see her pussy, even inside the white blanket. I think at that moment I felt like she doesn't needed to ask me to do it. Silky white skin of the inner sides of her either legs were already leading me there. Neatly shaved, thoroughly open, yet it was hiding it all, unless you know, you invest yourself.
Until that fine morning, I want to tell you folks, I had never done that. I had never touched her down there with my lips. She never asked me and I never dared to do it.

Without wasting a moment, I was in. My lips, my tongue, my teeth, and more than them combined, my undivided attention was in there.
She moaned my name, pulling my hair as I devoured her lips completely, until she let out a scream, that was louder than I've ever heard from her. She pulled my hair so hard that I was forced to raise, and she pulled me on top of her. She kissed me tight and moaned.
It was a wet and wild kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I consumed whatever it gave me. I soon found her holding my dick and guiding it into her. With a swift push I was inside her. I could feel how slippery she was. I managed to move further, without breaking my lips from hers. Slow yet rhythmic, I kept going in and out of her, and very quickly, I let my dick breathe it's last one. I moaned as I felt myself turning weaker, from head to toe. I suddenly felt hungry. Hungry for something that I had become addicted to.
I rolled my body to a side and looked into her eyes.
"Baby..." I moaned. She could read my eyes, but I don't know if she had to do that to know what I wanted. It had become a habit. Turning to me she raised her head and brought her mouth above mine.
I was already holding it open.

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