09-05-2019, 07:19 PM
He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts. I prayed silently. After a while, he said. "I don't know... ugh... I'm confused... you may be right."
He was vulnerable; it was time to take the initiative.
"If you want to get even." I stared at his crotch. I could feel gentle stirring there. I knew that he never wore underwear under his tahmed. "Do what he did to you... fuck his wife... your mother."
He stared at me incredulously.
I didn't waste any time, slipped my hands inside his tahmed and caressed his cock. His body twitched at the sudden touch, but he made no move to remove my hand from his cock. His cock began to swell in my hand. That was a very positive sign.
"I'll tell you everything he does to your wife." I began massaging his cock, feeling the girth slowly getting bigger and bigger. "And you do the same to his wife..."
"Yes... yes..." He moaned, enjoying my hand caressing his cock after such long absence. "Ahhhh... it feels good."
My heart jumped with delight. At last, my patience was about to pay off.
A sudden realization came upon me; in my twelve years of married life, I had never taken the initiative in a sexual act with my husband. It was Adeel who always initiated our lovemaking. But, things had changed now.
My father-in-law had converted me into a brazen slut.
Adeel's cock grew to massive proportions slowly. I undid his tahmed and let his cock free. I lovingly stared at beautiful piece of meat rising so magnificently from his crotch. The purple coloured swollen head of his circumcised cock had a tiny drop of precum glistening at the tip. I suddenly realized how much I've missed it; I had not seen it in action for the last two years. But, today it was ready, ready only for me. I just wanted to take that cock in my mouth and suck him hard. I controlled my urges.
I let his cock free from my hand and got off the bed. Adeel looked at me disappointed.
"Strip me." I asked him. I could feel that I was breathing heavily.
He stared me awkwardly.
"Your abbu strips your wife himself. He likes to watch your wife as he removes her clothes one by one."
He understood and got up. As he stood, his tahmed slipped along his leg to the floor. He paid no attention to it; instead, he turned and started towards the light switch.
"No..." I guessed his intentions. "Don't turn off the lights. Your abbu fucks your wife with all the lights on."
He stopped in his way, turned and looked at me. He was a little surprised with my brazenness.
"Come here and strip your mother."
He walked over to where I was standing. Lustily, I watched his dangling cock as he walked. My pussy began to cream. Reaching over, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my gown. Then he gripped the hem of my gown and slowly pulled it over my head. I helped him by lifting my hands over my head. He took the gown off my body and tossed it aside.
I stood there, in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties.
His eyes wore a delirious look. I could see lust in his eyes, as he stared at my semi nude body.
"Remove these also." My voice was hoarse with passion. "Make me completely naked."
He gave a faint lascivious smile, and began to remove my bra and panties. Within seconds, my undergarments were lying on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of my husband. He gazed lustily at the nicely trimmed bush covering my swollen cunt lips. It was really a bizarre feeling. I was acting like a different woman in front of my husband. After an abstinence of almost two years, we were like two strangers meeting for the first time.
I reached out, took his hand and placed it over my pussy, which by now was dripping profusely. "Feel my pussy Adeel, feel it."
He caressed my hairy pussy gently, running his fingers along the wet slit. Meanwhile, I took off his vest. Both of us were now completely naked, his hand playing with my pussy.
"Do you want me to tell you," I grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. "how your abbu fuck your wife?"
"Yes... Nilu..." He groaned.
"No... don't call me Nilu," I corrected him, "call me ammi (mother). I'm your mother now."
"Ammi..." He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit.
"Do you like your mother's pussy?" My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing.
"Yes... ammi." He replied hoarsely.
"Feel it... it's wet... very very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy... my son."
"Yes."
He was vulnerable; it was time to take the initiative.
"If you want to get even." I stared at his crotch. I could feel gentle stirring there. I knew that he never wore underwear under his tahmed. "Do what he did to you... fuck his wife... your mother."
He stared at me incredulously.
I didn't waste any time, slipped my hands inside his tahmed and caressed his cock. His body twitched at the sudden touch, but he made no move to remove my hand from his cock. His cock began to swell in my hand. That was a very positive sign.
"I'll tell you everything he does to your wife." I began massaging his cock, feeling the girth slowly getting bigger and bigger. "And you do the same to his wife..."
"Yes... yes..." He moaned, enjoying my hand caressing his cock after such long absence. "Ahhhh... it feels good."
My heart jumped with delight. At last, my patience was about to pay off.
A sudden realization came upon me; in my twelve years of married life, I had never taken the initiative in a sexual act with my husband. It was Adeel who always initiated our lovemaking. But, things had changed now.
My father-in-law had converted me into a brazen slut.
Adeel's cock grew to massive proportions slowly. I undid his tahmed and let his cock free. I lovingly stared at beautiful piece of meat rising so magnificently from his crotch. The purple coloured swollen head of his circumcised cock had a tiny drop of precum glistening at the tip. I suddenly realized how much I've missed it; I had not seen it in action for the last two years. But, today it was ready, ready only for me. I just wanted to take that cock in my mouth and suck him hard. I controlled my urges.
I let his cock free from my hand and got off the bed. Adeel looked at me disappointed.
"Strip me." I asked him. I could feel that I was breathing heavily.
He stared me awkwardly.
"Your abbu strips your wife himself. He likes to watch your wife as he removes her clothes one by one."
He understood and got up. As he stood, his tahmed slipped along his leg to the floor. He paid no attention to it; instead, he turned and started towards the light switch.
"No..." I guessed his intentions. "Don't turn off the lights. Your abbu fucks your wife with all the lights on."
He stopped in his way, turned and looked at me. He was a little surprised with my brazenness.
"Come here and strip your mother."
He walked over to where I was standing. Lustily, I watched his dangling cock as he walked. My pussy began to cream. Reaching over, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my gown. Then he gripped the hem of my gown and slowly pulled it over my head. I helped him by lifting my hands over my head. He took the gown off my body and tossed it aside.
I stood there, in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties.
His eyes wore a delirious look. I could see lust in his eyes, as he stared at my semi nude body.
"Remove these also." My voice was hoarse with passion. "Make me completely naked."
He gave a faint lascivious smile, and began to remove my bra and panties. Within seconds, my undergarments were lying on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of my husband. He gazed lustily at the nicely trimmed bush covering my swollen cunt lips. It was really a bizarre feeling. I was acting like a different woman in front of my husband. After an abstinence of almost two years, we were like two strangers meeting for the first time.
I reached out, took his hand and placed it over my pussy, which by now was dripping profusely. "Feel my pussy Adeel, feel it."
He caressed my hairy pussy gently, running his fingers along the wet slit. Meanwhile, I took off his vest. Both of us were now completely naked, his hand playing with my pussy.
"Do you want me to tell you," I grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. "how your abbu fuck your wife?"
"Yes... Nilu..." He groaned.
"No... don't call me Nilu," I corrected him, "call me ammi (mother). I'm your mother now."
"Ammi..." He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit.
"Do you like your mother's pussy?" My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing.
"Yes... ammi." He replied hoarsely.
"Feel it... it's wet... very very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy... my son."
"Yes."
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