06-03-2020, 11:30 PM
Chapter -10
I woke up expecting some sort of hot kinky sex; but found the bed empty, I felt a surprising wave of disappointment to not see her in bed. I yawned and could hear music downstairs; so I grabbed my robe and made my way to the kitchen, I could smell the delicious aroma of bread omelet, once I reached the kitchen my morning got even better. Reema, naked except for her apron to cover her precious parts, was making bread omelet and making coffee. Breakfast had never been so sexy, she smiled, grabbed the coffee and sauntered over to me, leaned over to give me an ample peak at her firm breasts, and poured my coffee. Once my coffee was poured, she returned to the stove and finished making breakfast.
I sipped my coffee and just admired Reema and her determination to continue to make our marriage spontaneous. She finished the last of the bread omelet and made me a plate. She returned to the kitchen table and handed me a plate with omelet and toast.
“Good morning…this is an interactive breakfast…” she smiled and said.
“Interactive?” I asked confused. Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth. Stunned, yet again, I took a bite of toast as my wife Reema slowly sucked my cock. I grabbed the sports section of the paper and checked the scores while I’d breakfast and got a slow blowjob. One of my dreams was to be watching football, with a beer in one hand, a plate with steak in front of me while Reema gave me the exact same luxurious blowjob. Reema pleasured my cock with such tenderness; I doubt I would have cum if we stayed in these positions for the whole day. I would have just continued to be in a perpetual state of pleasure. Alas, after fifteen minutes I was finished breakfast and decided my wife deserved some pleasure too. I said “Get up here…. baby….”
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” She crawled out from underneath the table with a smile on her face and said.
“It was delicious…. very relaxing…but I think it’s time for you to have the same luxurious breakfast…” I replied.
“I already ate…” she replied, before adding to clarify “breakfast I mean…”
“Well, then I guess I should have dessert…” I smiled, lifting her onto the table and spreading her legs. I moved to her pussy and gave long, wide licks of her still dry pussy lips. The wetness soon came and I continued with long up and down strokes, eager to get her off. I felt her lean back and I was surprised when I saw a yellow banana in my face “Fuck me with this baby…while you suck my clit”
Not one to disagree with my wife's pleasure, I took the long, curved fruit and slipped it inside her now very damp pussy. Moving my head up a bit, I moved up and concentrated on her clit. Tentative at first with the fruit, I began to pump Reema’s pussy with it when she demanded “Fuck me….baby…fuck me fast…” As I obeyed her request, her breathing got heavier, and I knew the double pleasure of my mouth on her clit and the banana in her pussy was going to get her off soon. “Oh God yes…don’t stop baby…don’t you dare fucking stop…” she screamed as she got closer and seconds later exploded all over the make-shift fuck toy.
Taking charge, I let go of her clit, pulled out the banana, pulled her off the table, bent her over the table and slid my cock inside her just fucked pussy. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when I began to pound her from behind. Her loud moans continued with each thrust. “Oh yes…baby…fuck me…I want to feel your cum deep inside me…”
One of her hands held onto the table for grip while the other reached for the banana and she sucked her juices off the long, yellow fruit. The sight was hot, obscene and so out of character for Reema that it had my balls bubbling and three more hard deep thrusts was all I needed to fill her with my seed. I continued slow pumps into her as I finished my orgasm. Once spent, I fell back on my chair and Reema turned around peeled the banana and took a bite.
“You continue to surprise me…” I replied, watching her eat the banana that was just buried inside her. I know by peeling the fruit it was still clean and so forth, but it still seemed so naughty. Again foreshadowing even more naughtiness, she teased, finishing the banana “Oh baby…there is so much more to cum….and I definitely indeed meant the pun..” She sat on my lap, her wetness leaking onto my leg and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss.
We both eventually unwrapped ourselves from our lust and got ready for work. As I drove to work forty-five minutes later, I knew I had the best wife in the world.
After yesterday’s morning sex, I went over 24 hours without any action. Last night, Reema worked late getting Ritika’s project ready and I packed and went to bed early. I was leaving for a two-day conference in Chennai. I was getting so used to her surprises, I expected some sort of action in the morning, or on the drive to the airport, but it was all business. Hugs, kisses, promises to call tonight.
The day itself was uneventful. A two-hour delay at the airport, a painfully bumpy flight and a stupidly expensive cab ride and I was in Chennai. That afternoon I did some shopping, bought Reema a couple of sweet she would love. I took a risk, buying her an expensive gold dress that I was sure she would love. Although my track record at buying her clothing was spotty at best (the wrong size, unflattering colors, etc.), I was confident this was perfect.
I had a great dinner at an overpriced steakhouse and retreated to my room around 7:30. As I collapsed on my king-sized bed, I checked my phone for messages and learned it was dead. I grabbed a charger and plugged it in. I noticed three missed calls from Reema, one from Javad, a colleague, and five missed WhatsApp messages all from Reema:
The first one was while I was in the air.
Reema : Have a good flight...I saw you were delayed.
The second one came at around lunch.
Reema : I’m having a cucumber salad for lunch. What else can a cucumber be used for?
My cock twitched at that sexual innuendo. The third came near 6:00 pm.
Reema : I’m so horny right now...I’m going through withdrawal.
I was too I realized my growing cock pointed out. The forth text was one hour ago.
Reema : Called you twice. Turn on your phone so I can turn you on.
Now fully erect, I checked the last message.
Reema : I found out what else a cucumber can be used for...too bad you didn’t answer my last call.
She wouldn't? Would she? A week ago, I would have said no, but now...hmmmm...maybe. I tried calling her back, but it was my turn to get no answer. I sighed and texted her.
Sorry baby, my phone died. Back at the hotel now. Probably just going to watch porn and wish you were here.
Of course, I didn’t watch porn, I watched a football game. I was just dozing off when my cell rang. It was Reema.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked.
“A travel day. Long, frustrating and tiresome” I replied.
“Too bad I wasn’t there to make you feel better” she teased.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish…” I threatened.
“Hmmmm…is that a challenge?” she asked.
Unsure what she meant, I decided to play along, “Yes, it is.”
“Game on…Do you know what I’m wearing right now?” she replied.
“I’m going to go with a monkey suit” I joked.
"Haha….you pervert! That probably would turn you on…” she teased.
“Anything you wear turns me on, baby” I countered.
“You don’t have to suck up baby, you already have me.”
“Just stating the facts ma’am” I replied.
“Anyways, the answer to my simple question is absolutely nothing” she said.
“Hmmm…” I moaned, envisioning her on our bed naked, before adding “not even undergarments?”
“Nope…as naked as the day I was born…Question…” she replied.
“Yes…” I replied, used to her changing subjects randomly with one word: question.
“If I was to dyke out with someone else, who would you like it to be?”
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I think my question was pretty clear” she rebuked, teasing me.
Realizing there was no good answer to this question, I answered “I refuse to answer based on the reality that whoever I say could lead to dire consequences for me later.”
“Good call…but I already know the answer…” she teased.
“You do?” I asked.
“Savitha, correct?” she hypothesized, correctly.
“She would be a decent choice” I answered, remembering the waitress from The Flying Elephant restaurant.
“Hmmm…” she moaned into the phone, “that’s it Savitha…lick my pussy.”
“What?” I repeated like an imbecile.
Ignoring me, she continued “Oh fuck yes…Savitha…your tongue feels so good on my pussy….”
Briefly my mind wondered whether this was real or just role playing before I decided who cares and with my free hand struggled to release my growing cock. Her breathing increased and I knew that she indeed was having her pussy pleasured, although I assumed it was by her hand or toy. “Oh god Savitha…why didn’t we start doing this long time ago? Your face buried between my legs is fucking hot…”
I heard a muffled “I don't know” which confused me even more. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me. My free hand went to my cock as my wife Reema continued talking to me “Fuck Yash…Savitha, has my cunt so fucking wet…Too bad you weren’t here to watch...maybe join in….”
Deciding to play along, I said “Oh baby…if I was there I would do more than just watch….”
She moaned “Oh really, baby? What would you do? Shove your cock in my mouth while Savitha pleasured me? Push her out of the way and shove your big cock in me? Or would you fuck Savitha from behind, pounding her so hard her face was shoved deep inside my wet cunt?”
I couldn’t believe her words or her using the word cunt again. Her moans were increasing and I responded “I would shove my cock in Savitha’s mouth and get it nice and hard.”
“Hmmm…” she moaned “and then?”
Realizing she was getting turned on by my dirty talk, I continued “When I would have both you sluts on your knees, your tight asses high up for me, and I would go back and forth fucking each of your whore cunts.” Her moans continued as I got more detailed “I would do five quick strokes in you and then five in Savitha. I would do three more in you and three in Savitha. I would slap your ass while I buried my cock deep in Savitha and repay the favor when I buried my cock deep in your wet cunt.”
“Oh god….baby….keep talking…I’m close…” she moaned.
Deciding she wanted to be dominated verbally, I said “I would then throw Savitha onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove my cock in her. While I fucked her, I would order you to straddle her and lower your soaking wet cunt on her pretty face and pull your hair leading you to her clit. You would suck on her clit while your husband’s cock filled her cunt so completely.”
“Oh god…yes…baby…that is so fucking hot…” she moaned.
Knowing she was close, I went for the kill “I would keep drilling her, until I could no longer hold it and I would pull out and shoot my load all over your face, Reema, just as Savitha’s tongue got you off….”
“Aaaaaaah…” she screamed, clearly coming. I was right behind her as I shot a load of cum all over myself a few seconds later.
She heard my grunt and moaned “You coming too, baby?”
“Yessssss…” I grunted into the phone.
Silence suddenly filled the room except our heavy breathing from miles away. Finally, she spoke “Well, that was fun.”
“Indeed…it was…” I replied.
We talked for a few minutes and agreed that we probably wouldn’t have a chance to talk tomorrow. I was in a meeting from eight until at least five and that was followed by a dinner with a potential group of clients. We said our goodbyes and I finished watching sports highlights before hitting the hay.
Chapter -11 Coming Soon
I woke up expecting some sort of hot kinky sex; but found the bed empty, I felt a surprising wave of disappointment to not see her in bed. I yawned and could hear music downstairs; so I grabbed my robe and made my way to the kitchen, I could smell the delicious aroma of bread omelet, once I reached the kitchen my morning got even better. Reema, naked except for her apron to cover her precious parts, was making bread omelet and making coffee. Breakfast had never been so sexy, she smiled, grabbed the coffee and sauntered over to me, leaned over to give me an ample peak at her firm breasts, and poured my coffee. Once my coffee was poured, she returned to the stove and finished making breakfast.
I sipped my coffee and just admired Reema and her determination to continue to make our marriage spontaneous. She finished the last of the bread omelet and made me a plate. She returned to the kitchen table and handed me a plate with omelet and toast.
“Good morning…this is an interactive breakfast…” she smiled and said.
“Interactive?” I asked confused. Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth. Stunned, yet again, I took a bite of toast as my wife Reema slowly sucked my cock. I grabbed the sports section of the paper and checked the scores while I’d breakfast and got a slow blowjob. One of my dreams was to be watching football, with a beer in one hand, a plate with steak in front of me while Reema gave me the exact same luxurious blowjob. Reema pleasured my cock with such tenderness; I doubt I would have cum if we stayed in these positions for the whole day. I would have just continued to be in a perpetual state of pleasure. Alas, after fifteen minutes I was finished breakfast and decided my wife deserved some pleasure too. I said “Get up here…. baby….”
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” She crawled out from underneath the table with a smile on her face and said.
“It was delicious…. very relaxing…but I think it’s time for you to have the same luxurious breakfast…” I replied.
“I already ate…” she replied, before adding to clarify “breakfast I mean…”
“Well, then I guess I should have dessert…” I smiled, lifting her onto the table and spreading her legs. I moved to her pussy and gave long, wide licks of her still dry pussy lips. The wetness soon came and I continued with long up and down strokes, eager to get her off. I felt her lean back and I was surprised when I saw a yellow banana in my face “Fuck me with this baby…while you suck my clit”
Not one to disagree with my wife's pleasure, I took the long, curved fruit and slipped it inside her now very damp pussy. Moving my head up a bit, I moved up and concentrated on her clit. Tentative at first with the fruit, I began to pump Reema’s pussy with it when she demanded “Fuck me….baby…fuck me fast…” As I obeyed her request, her breathing got heavier, and I knew the double pleasure of my mouth on her clit and the banana in her pussy was going to get her off soon. “Oh God yes…don’t stop baby…don’t you dare fucking stop…” she screamed as she got closer and seconds later exploded all over the make-shift fuck toy.
Taking charge, I let go of her clit, pulled out the banana, pulled her off the table, bent her over the table and slid my cock inside her just fucked pussy. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when I began to pound her from behind. Her loud moans continued with each thrust. “Oh yes…baby…fuck me…I want to feel your cum deep inside me…”
One of her hands held onto the table for grip while the other reached for the banana and she sucked her juices off the long, yellow fruit. The sight was hot, obscene and so out of character for Reema that it had my balls bubbling and three more hard deep thrusts was all I needed to fill her with my seed. I continued slow pumps into her as I finished my orgasm. Once spent, I fell back on my chair and Reema turned around peeled the banana and took a bite.
“You continue to surprise me…” I replied, watching her eat the banana that was just buried inside her. I know by peeling the fruit it was still clean and so forth, but it still seemed so naughty. Again foreshadowing even more naughtiness, she teased, finishing the banana “Oh baby…there is so much more to cum….and I definitely indeed meant the pun..” She sat on my lap, her wetness leaking onto my leg and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss.
We both eventually unwrapped ourselves from our lust and got ready for work. As I drove to work forty-five minutes later, I knew I had the best wife in the world.
After yesterday’s morning sex, I went over 24 hours without any action. Last night, Reema worked late getting Ritika’s project ready and I packed and went to bed early. I was leaving for a two-day conference in Chennai. I was getting so used to her surprises, I expected some sort of action in the morning, or on the drive to the airport, but it was all business. Hugs, kisses, promises to call tonight.
The day itself was uneventful. A two-hour delay at the airport, a painfully bumpy flight and a stupidly expensive cab ride and I was in Chennai. That afternoon I did some shopping, bought Reema a couple of sweet she would love. I took a risk, buying her an expensive gold dress that I was sure she would love. Although my track record at buying her clothing was spotty at best (the wrong size, unflattering colors, etc.), I was confident this was perfect.
I had a great dinner at an overpriced steakhouse and retreated to my room around 7:30. As I collapsed on my king-sized bed, I checked my phone for messages and learned it was dead. I grabbed a charger and plugged it in. I noticed three missed calls from Reema, one from Javad, a colleague, and five missed WhatsApp messages all from Reema:
The first one was while I was in the air.
Reema : Have a good flight...I saw you were delayed.
The second one came at around lunch.
Reema : I’m having a cucumber salad for lunch. What else can a cucumber be used for?
My cock twitched at that sexual innuendo. The third came near 6:00 pm.
Reema : I’m so horny right now...I’m going through withdrawal.
I was too I realized my growing cock pointed out. The forth text was one hour ago.
Reema : Called you twice. Turn on your phone so I can turn you on.
Now fully erect, I checked the last message.
Reema : I found out what else a cucumber can be used for...too bad you didn’t answer my last call.
She wouldn't? Would she? A week ago, I would have said no, but now...hmmmm...maybe. I tried calling her back, but it was my turn to get no answer. I sighed and texted her.
Sorry baby, my phone died. Back at the hotel now. Probably just going to watch porn and wish you were here.
Of course, I didn’t watch porn, I watched a football game. I was just dozing off when my cell rang. It was Reema.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked.
“A travel day. Long, frustrating and tiresome” I replied.
“Too bad I wasn’t there to make you feel better” she teased.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish…” I threatened.
“Hmmmm…is that a challenge?” she asked.
Unsure what she meant, I decided to play along, “Yes, it is.”
“Game on…Do you know what I’m wearing right now?” she replied.
“I’m going to go with a monkey suit” I joked.
"Haha….you pervert! That probably would turn you on…” she teased.
“Anything you wear turns me on, baby” I countered.
“You don’t have to suck up baby, you already have me.”
“Just stating the facts ma’am” I replied.
“Anyways, the answer to my simple question is absolutely nothing” she said.
“Hmmm…” I moaned, envisioning her on our bed naked, before adding “not even undergarments?”
“Nope…as naked as the day I was born…Question…” she replied.
“Yes…” I replied, used to her changing subjects randomly with one word: question.
“If I was to dyke out with someone else, who would you like it to be?”
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I think my question was pretty clear” she rebuked, teasing me.
Realizing there was no good answer to this question, I answered “I refuse to answer based on the reality that whoever I say could lead to dire consequences for me later.”
“Good call…but I already know the answer…” she teased.
“You do?” I asked.
“Savitha, correct?” she hypothesized, correctly.
“She would be a decent choice” I answered, remembering the waitress from The Flying Elephant restaurant.
“Hmmm…” she moaned into the phone, “that’s it Savitha…lick my pussy.”
“What?” I repeated like an imbecile.
Ignoring me, she continued “Oh fuck yes…Savitha…your tongue feels so good on my pussy….”
Briefly my mind wondered whether this was real or just role playing before I decided who cares and with my free hand struggled to release my growing cock. Her breathing increased and I knew that she indeed was having her pussy pleasured, although I assumed it was by her hand or toy. “Oh god Savitha…why didn’t we start doing this long time ago? Your face buried between my legs is fucking hot…”
I heard a muffled “I don't know” which confused me even more. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me. My free hand went to my cock as my wife Reema continued talking to me “Fuck Yash…Savitha, has my cunt so fucking wet…Too bad you weren’t here to watch...maybe join in….”
Deciding to play along, I said “Oh baby…if I was there I would do more than just watch….”
She moaned “Oh really, baby? What would you do? Shove your cock in my mouth while Savitha pleasured me? Push her out of the way and shove your big cock in me? Or would you fuck Savitha from behind, pounding her so hard her face was shoved deep inside my wet cunt?”
I couldn’t believe her words or her using the word cunt again. Her moans were increasing and I responded “I would shove my cock in Savitha’s mouth and get it nice and hard.”
“Hmmm…” she moaned “and then?”
Realizing she was getting turned on by my dirty talk, I continued “When I would have both you sluts on your knees, your tight asses high up for me, and I would go back and forth fucking each of your whore cunts.” Her moans continued as I got more detailed “I would do five quick strokes in you and then five in Savitha. I would do three more in you and three in Savitha. I would slap your ass while I buried my cock deep in Savitha and repay the favor when I buried my cock deep in your wet cunt.”
“Oh god….baby….keep talking…I’m close…” she moaned.
Deciding she wanted to be dominated verbally, I said “I would then throw Savitha onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove my cock in her. While I fucked her, I would order you to straddle her and lower your soaking wet cunt on her pretty face and pull your hair leading you to her clit. You would suck on her clit while your husband’s cock filled her cunt so completely.”
“Oh god…yes…baby…that is so fucking hot…” she moaned.
Knowing she was close, I went for the kill “I would keep drilling her, until I could no longer hold it and I would pull out and shoot my load all over your face, Reema, just as Savitha’s tongue got you off….”
“Aaaaaaah…” she screamed, clearly coming. I was right behind her as I shot a load of cum all over myself a few seconds later.
She heard my grunt and moaned “You coming too, baby?”
“Yessssss…” I grunted into the phone.
Silence suddenly filled the room except our heavy breathing from miles away. Finally, she spoke “Well, that was fun.”
“Indeed…it was…” I replied.
We talked for a few minutes and agreed that we probably wouldn’t have a chance to talk tomorrow. I was in a meeting from eight until at least five and that was followed by a dinner with a potential group of clients. We said our goodbyes and I finished watching sports highlights before hitting the hay.
Chapter -11 Coming Soon
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