26-06-2020, 06:36 PM
Nagesh hands travelled up and down her back several times. After a while, he massaged her ass cheeks. He let a finger travel between the divide that separated her ass cheeks, brushing against her anus and fingering her perineum.
"Prachi," he said, pretending he was Vijay. "Your husband doesn't seem to object to what I'm doing. Do you want to stop?"
"No," she replied.
"No what?" he asked.
"No, I don't want you to stop," she told the imaginary Vijay. "Hold me. Kiss me. Let me feel your naked body against mine."
"What else do you want?"
"I want to feel your hard manhood pressing against my body." She paused. "No, I want more. Take me. I want to feel you deep in my body." It came out as a moan with the emphasis on the word 'in'. She grabbed the imaginary Vijay's stiff staff with her hot little hand. "I'm so hot. Please put it in me, Vijay. Fill me my womb with your semen. Please! Now!"
Nagesh wasted no time. He lifted up his petite wife and impaled on her on his lustful spear, stumbled over to the bed, laid her down, and began to pump vigorously into her.
"More, more!" Aarti bellowed as she spread he legs wider. "Take me. Fuck me, Vijay. Oh, oh, oh," she mewled.
Nagesh increased his pace. His cock seemed to harden even more. He felt the spasms in his cock that told him of his impending release.
"Now! Oh god, now!" she screamed. "Give it to me, Vijay. Harder. Fuck the living daylights out of me!"
The imaginary Vijay did just that. His cock burst, spurting his cum deep inside her. She felt him flood her insides as she burst into her own massive orgasm.
Both flopped back on the bed, feeling both breathless and sated.
"Wow," he summarized.
After a few minutes, Aarti stirred. She looked worried. "Now I feel a bad about my Vijay fantasy," she said. "I hope you're not angry with me."
"How can I be? I not only gave you permission, sweetheart, I was the one who suggested it. So don't worry about."
"Did you imagine me as Shruti?" Aarti asked.
"To be honest, no," Nagesh replied. "Your body types are too different for me to be able to substitute her in my imagination for you."
That night, they had more sex. It was one of the hottest nights they had enjoyed in a very long time. Afterwards, they talked about their evening at the swingers' club. It was an interesting and exciting experience, they agreed, but they were nowhere near ready to wear green wristbands in a room full of strangers.
"Maybe we should take a different approach," Nagesh suggested, "contact couples interested in swinging through the internet and get to know them first."
"That's not a half-bad idea," she answered.
"Prachi," he said, pretending he was Vijay. "Your husband doesn't seem to object to what I'm doing. Do you want to stop?"
"No," she replied.
"No what?" he asked.
"No, I don't want you to stop," she told the imaginary Vijay. "Hold me. Kiss me. Let me feel your naked body against mine."
"What else do you want?"
"I want to feel your hard manhood pressing against my body." She paused. "No, I want more. Take me. I want to feel you deep in my body." It came out as a moan with the emphasis on the word 'in'. She grabbed the imaginary Vijay's stiff staff with her hot little hand. "I'm so hot. Please put it in me, Vijay. Fill me my womb with your semen. Please! Now!"
Nagesh wasted no time. He lifted up his petite wife and impaled on her on his lustful spear, stumbled over to the bed, laid her down, and began to pump vigorously into her.
"More, more!" Aarti bellowed as she spread he legs wider. "Take me. Fuck me, Vijay. Oh, oh, oh," she mewled.
Nagesh increased his pace. His cock seemed to harden even more. He felt the spasms in his cock that told him of his impending release.
"Now! Oh god, now!" she screamed. "Give it to me, Vijay. Harder. Fuck the living daylights out of me!"
The imaginary Vijay did just that. His cock burst, spurting his cum deep inside her. She felt him flood her insides as she burst into her own massive orgasm.
Both flopped back on the bed, feeling both breathless and sated.
"Wow," he summarized.
After a few minutes, Aarti stirred. She looked worried. "Now I feel a bad about my Vijay fantasy," she said. "I hope you're not angry with me."
"How can I be? I not only gave you permission, sweetheart, I was the one who suggested it. So don't worry about."
"Did you imagine me as Shruti?" Aarti asked.
"To be honest, no," Nagesh replied. "Your body types are too different for me to be able to substitute her in my imagination for you."
That night, they had more sex. It was one of the hottest nights they had enjoyed in a very long time. Afterwards, they talked about their evening at the swingers' club. It was an interesting and exciting experience, they agreed, but they were nowhere near ready to wear green wristbands in a room full of strangers.
"Maybe we should take a different approach," Nagesh suggested, "contact couples interested in swinging through the internet and get to know them first."
"That's not a half-bad idea," she answered.
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