25-01-2019, 01:10 PM
He collapsed onto me and laid that way for some time. Then he pulled his limp cock from my pussy while I was still on my knees. We lay in each other arms. Then we made love again And again. Each time was rougher and more raucous than the time before. He fucked me sideways while I screamed and shook, even while I was pushed against the wall; I sucked his dick in the shower and smiled as he shot his cum onto my face.
Time became a rumor until the Evening when the alarm awoke us at 3:30. It was almost time for my kids to comeback form college. We dressed and hugged me very tightly promising that we would meet again. We kissed for a long time. When I was leaving, Adnan gave me an envelope and told me, "Read this at home. "I opened it at home and found that it was not a letter, but ten thousands rupees
Over time, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I felt very guilty, wondering why he gave me money. Was he treating me like a whore? But for some reason I didn't feel bad about what I did because I felt that I had done it for Adnan's love, not for his money. Lots of men tried to get me in bed with them, but I never let them near me, but in Adnan's case, I couldn't control myself. I was little surprised and happy that I had enjoyed it - along with 10,000 rupees, of course.
The next day I was busy all day cleaning the house, but I couldn't stop thinking about that day.
The next two days took forever to pass and I don't know why, but I waited for Adnan's call. And on the third day I received it. I had been waiting for his call, but when it finally came I started to get nervous.
"How are you?"
"Fine and you?" I asked
"Can we meet?" Adnan asked.
"When? "
"Today? "
"Where?"
"The same place," Adnan said. We agreed and I promised him that I could be reached the same hotel where we met last time.
When I reached the hotel he was waiting for me so eagerly; he embraced me very passionately. But I tried to pull him from me and he became so stunned.
"What is the problem honey"? Adnan asked.
"What did you give me last time when I was leaving"? I asked a little angrily.
"Nothing darling, it was just a little gift for you," said Adnan.
"But I am not a whore - I like you so I met you" I replied.
He pulled me towards him and kissed me, looking into my eyes, and laughed good naturely, remarking that he thinks women must love that as they have many necessities to buy. Then he apologized for that, and I returned his kiss with great passion.
"I want to help you. I mean that I want to make sure that you're able to buy everything you may need, which you can't always ask your husband for," Adnan said
"You are right, I do need the money, but this is not a good way, " I replied. He was not wrong and in fact I did need it and I wanted the money, but I was ashamed to take it for this.
"It's ok, don't worry about it - I will see that you're taken care of," he said. I realized what he was thinking and lowered my head slightly, looking down.
That day Adnan and I moved from missionary position to doggy style. Then he tried me on top. It took several tries before we really got that right. Adnan would support me with his hands under my ribs and his thumbs ready to work my nipples. I would rock and roll on top of him while working on my own clit with my fingers. Frequently, I would miscalculate and orgasm before him as I was really excited. He would then roll me over and mount me for a hard, fast fuck that would completely dominate me in my exhaustion. He was also very excited that day and when he tried the legs over shoulder position, he really hit pay dirt. He could drive me, with the help of my fingers, to orgasm after orgasm.
Thus the same game started and now we met at least once a week, sometimes twice, at the same hotel. Adnan was giving me money which changed my life - now in even with the sluggish economy I want for nothing. Now I could spend Rs.3000 for one dress without so much as batting an eyelash. This easy money made my life so luxurious. I loved Adnan now, because he fulfilled all my needs with money or sex. If my husband were fucking my brains out every night, I would probably be satisfied, but he's not, so I have to resort to Adnan to fulfill my insatiable cravings. For months I had my relationship with him, sharing my fears and my dreams. He was the perfect man, with everything I had hoped for and more - looks, personality, sensuality.
Time became a rumor until the Evening when the alarm awoke us at 3:30. It was almost time for my kids to comeback form college. We dressed and hugged me very tightly promising that we would meet again. We kissed for a long time. When I was leaving, Adnan gave me an envelope and told me, "Read this at home. "I opened it at home and found that it was not a letter, but ten thousands rupees
Over time, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I felt very guilty, wondering why he gave me money. Was he treating me like a whore? But for some reason I didn't feel bad about what I did because I felt that I had done it for Adnan's love, not for his money. Lots of men tried to get me in bed with them, but I never let them near me, but in Adnan's case, I couldn't control myself. I was little surprised and happy that I had enjoyed it - along with 10,000 rupees, of course.
The next day I was busy all day cleaning the house, but I couldn't stop thinking about that day.
The next two days took forever to pass and I don't know why, but I waited for Adnan's call. And on the third day I received it. I had been waiting for his call, but when it finally came I started to get nervous.
"How are you?"
"Fine and you?" I asked
"Can we meet?" Adnan asked.
"When? "
"Today? "
"Where?"
"The same place," Adnan said. We agreed and I promised him that I could be reached the same hotel where we met last time.
When I reached the hotel he was waiting for me so eagerly; he embraced me very passionately. But I tried to pull him from me and he became so stunned.
"What is the problem honey"? Adnan asked.
"What did you give me last time when I was leaving"? I asked a little angrily.
"Nothing darling, it was just a little gift for you," said Adnan.
"But I am not a whore - I like you so I met you" I replied.
He pulled me towards him and kissed me, looking into my eyes, and laughed good naturely, remarking that he thinks women must love that as they have many necessities to buy. Then he apologized for that, and I returned his kiss with great passion.
"I want to help you. I mean that I want to make sure that you're able to buy everything you may need, which you can't always ask your husband for," Adnan said
"You are right, I do need the money, but this is not a good way, " I replied. He was not wrong and in fact I did need it and I wanted the money, but I was ashamed to take it for this.
"It's ok, don't worry about it - I will see that you're taken care of," he said. I realized what he was thinking and lowered my head slightly, looking down.
That day Adnan and I moved from missionary position to doggy style. Then he tried me on top. It took several tries before we really got that right. Adnan would support me with his hands under my ribs and his thumbs ready to work my nipples. I would rock and roll on top of him while working on my own clit with my fingers. Frequently, I would miscalculate and orgasm before him as I was really excited. He would then roll me over and mount me for a hard, fast fuck that would completely dominate me in my exhaustion. He was also very excited that day and when he tried the legs over shoulder position, he really hit pay dirt. He could drive me, with the help of my fingers, to orgasm after orgasm.
Thus the same game started and now we met at least once a week, sometimes twice, at the same hotel. Adnan was giving me money which changed my life - now in even with the sluggish economy I want for nothing. Now I could spend Rs.3000 for one dress without so much as batting an eyelash. This easy money made my life so luxurious. I loved Adnan now, because he fulfilled all my needs with money or sex. If my husband were fucking my brains out every night, I would probably be satisfied, but he's not, so I have to resort to Adnan to fulfill my insatiable cravings. For months I had my relationship with him, sharing my fears and my dreams. He was the perfect man, with everything I had hoped for and more - looks, personality, sensuality.
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