Adultery A Marital Massage by joru ka ghulam

[sarit11]

As he rubbed my clit into near climax, his mouth never left my breasts and neck. I was so close to being desperate for more, I almost demanded outright that he go down on me. He must have read my mind, because at just the end of my ability to hold on, he moved his face to where his hand had just been. Now, with his fingers slipping inside, searching out the wettest area, I could feel his mouth blow hot air onto my pubic area just above my clit. I thought I was going to be set afire right then and there! His fingers teasingly played with my G-spot while he nibbled and mouthed me. It was the most intensely erotic experience I had experienced in a very long time.

By now I was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of my husband, watching us and listening to my groans and moans of pleasure, with his penis as hard as a rock, and his imagination taking over every aspect of his existence. Finally Hardayal returned to his prior position and parted my legs to fit his desires. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on my wet, curly hair and moist vaginal lips. Hardayal lowered himself and with skilled fingers he parted my lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding.

I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented, it alone took my breath away. He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control. My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word.

As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense both of their eyes on me. Hardayal noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of cumming. My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only sex provides. My hair was now soaked to my temples and forehead. Hardayal looked wickedly at me, with no words telling me he was not even close to being finished.

I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I'd never seen on his face meant that he wasn't ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Hardayal come inside my stretched and swollen vagina was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man, was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.