Adultery Pakistani wife on an Indian Submarine by nandinimathur

[sarit11]

I shook my head. “I’m serious. They were really staring at you. They haven’t had a woman in a while.” It was getting late, now, and outside I could hear the crew getting ready for bed. “Their only relief is their own right hands,” I said.

Nandini clapped her hand over her mouth. “I feel sorry for them. The poor things!”

I advanced across the cabin towards her…which took all of a few paces. “And what do you think they’re going to be thinking about, while they lie in their bunks tonight?”

Her eyes went huge. “Stop!”

“They will. They’ll be thinking about you—”

“Stop!” But she was smiling. Flattered.

“—writhing under them, legs spread—”

“Asif!”

I had her backed up against the door, now. “Groaning and moaning under them, their hands on your boobs.”

She slapped my arm playfully. “I didn’t know you got turned on by that.”

I stopped abruptly. I was a little surprised myself by what I’d said. I hadn’t known it was a turn on for me, either, until that night. I was a pretty normal guy. I watched some porn on the net now and then, the same as anyone, and the usual things turned me on: short skirts; nice breasts; maybe, occasionally, something a little hardcore, like a gangbang. But I hadn’t really been aware of this being a turn on until now, except in a very abstract way.

Now I thought about it…what sort of man sets up a company revolving around other men paying to watch his wife run around in a short skirt? Maybe this had always been there, under the surface.

I thought about it. As long as all they did was look and lust, and it was only me who got to see her naked, or touch her….

“Let’s give them something to think about,” I murmured. And I started to unbutton her blouse.

She bit her lip—something that always turned me on—and said nothing, but she started to breathe faster and faster as I moved down the line of buttons, exposing more and more of her firm cleavage. The push-up bra really did make it a joyous sight, her smooth tan skin as perfect as any model’s. I smoothed my hands over her breasts through the bra and she drew her breath in. I pushed the blouse back off her shoulders and off her arms, marveling at the lithe grace of her.

I reached behind her and unclipped the clasp and the bra went loose. I drew it off her shoulders and bared her magnificent breasts, the soft flesh rising and falling as she began to pant. I slid my hands up her body from her smooth, toned stomach up to her breasts, catching the warm globes and lifting them, then letting them fall back into place. She bit her lip again. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs and she moaned.

“Yes,” I said. “Like that.”

She realized what she’d done and looked horrified, but giggled a little as well.

I lowered my head to her breasts. First, I kissed each nipple in turn, slowly licking it until it hardened under my tongue. Then I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as much of one breast as I could, lashing it with my tongue while I squeezed and kneaded the other with my hand. Nandini’s head started to grind against the door, her long hair cushioning it. Her breath was coming quick through her nose, now, her teeth clamped together to help her stay quiet. But I wasn’t going to let her stay quiet. The idea of them listening to her had me hard as hell.