17-03-2025, 07:41 AM
(Aradhya's narration continues)
"Please," I whispered, my voice breathy with need. "Tashan, I need you….inside me"
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. "Are you sure?", he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "There's no going back after this."
I met his gaze, seeing the mixture of desire and concern in his eyes. In that moment, any lingering doubts vanished. "Mmm… I’m sure.", I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. "Please, Tashan. Make love to me."
With a deep, rumbling groan, Tashan pushed into me slowly. “Ahhh!” I gasped aloud, my body stretching to take him, a sharp moan spilling out as I adjusted to his size. He paused when he was fully seated, giving me time to acclimate, and I let out a shaky, “Ohhhh… so full…”
"Fuck, you're tight.", he gritted out, his forehead resting against mine. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, unable to form words, a soft “Mmmph” slipping from me instead. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, pleasure radiating from where we were joined. I rolled my hips experimentally, a needy “Ohhh…” rising from my throat as it drew a deep, guttural groan from Tashan.
"Fuck, Aradhya!" he growled. "You're making me go crazy."
He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. “Ahh… yes…”, I moaned, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me, building the tension that had been interrupted earlier. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust, a desperate “Unnnh… more…” escaping me as I surrendered to the rhythm.
Tashan’s lips found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. “Mmmph…” I moaned into his mouth, a needy whimper following as my hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. “Ohhh… Tashan…”
As our passion grew, Tashan’s movements became more forceful. He hitched one of my legs over his shoulder, and I let out a sharp, “Ahhhhhh!”, as the new angle allowed him to hit spots deep inside me that had me seeing stars.
“Tashan…”, I gasped, feeling my orgasm building, “I’m close… please… ohhh…”
He growled, his hips snapping against mine with increased fervor. “Cum for me, Aradhya!”, he demanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you cumming on my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge. “Ahhhhhhh! Tashaaaaan!”, I cried out, a loud, quivering moan bursting from me as my back arched, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Tashan continued to thrust through my orgasm, prolonging the sensations until I was a quivering mess beneath him, soft whimpers like “Unnnh… ohhh…” escaping with every breath.
As I came down from my high, I became aware of Tashan’s movements becoming more erratic. His breathing was harsh, his muscles taut with the effort of holding back, and I couldn’t help the faint, “Ohhh… Tashan…” that slipped out as I watched him unravel.
“Aradhya,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to…”
“Ohhh… it’s okay.”, I gasped, still sensitive from my own orgasm, “Cum for me, Tashan… please…”
With a roar, he thrust deep, his body shuddering as he found his release. “Ahhh!”, I moaned softly, feeling him pulsing inside me, the sensation triggering aftershocks of pleasure that drew a quivering “Ohhh… yes…” from my lips.
We lay there for a moment, both panting heavily. Tashan’s weight pressed me into the mattress, but I reveled in it, letting out a contented “Mmmmmm…” as I felt surrounded by him. As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I felt Tashan’s cock begin to harden again inside me. My eyes widened in surprise and arousal.
“Already?” I gasped, a thrill running through me.
Tashan smirked, his eyes dark with renewed desire. “I’ve waited years for this, Aradhya. Did you think I’d be satisfied with just once?”
Before I could respond, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. His cock slid even deeper, and I let out a shocked “Ohhh!”, as the sensation overwhelmed me. Tashan’s hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he began to move. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one ripping a surprised “Ahhhhhh!” from my throat, laced with a hungry “Unnnh…”, as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The intensity was a stark contrast to my experiences with you. While you, Ari, would be spent by now, Tashan seemed to be just getting started.
"Damn, Aradhya!" Tashan growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so goddamn good. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight."
His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. I whimpered, arching into him, silently begging for more. "You like it rough, don't you?", he growled in my ear. "Bet that little nerd husband of yours could never give it to you like this."
I remained silent, feeling a twinge of guilt at his mocking words about you. But the pleasure was too overwhelming to focus on anything else, a soft “Mmmmmm…” slipping out unbidden. Tashan released my wrists, his hands moving to grip my hips instead. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, and I let out a shocked “Aaaahhhhhh!” followed by an aroused “Ohhhhhh… yes…” as the force of his thrust sent pleasure surging through me.
"That's it, baby.", he purred, his accent thickening with lust. "Let me hear you. Show me how much better I fuck you than that scrawny little beta."
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Each thrust hit spots deep inside me that I didn't even know existed, building a pressure that threatened to consume me.
Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Tashan pulled out completely. I whined at the loss, my body aching for release.
"On your hands and knees!", Tashan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I complied eagerly, presenting myself to him. Tashan's hands gripped my ass, kneading the flesh roughly before spreading me open.
"Fuck…", he groaned. "You're dripping for me, Aradhya."
Without warning, he slammed back into me. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and I let out a startled “Aaaahhhhhh!” that melted into an aroused “Ouuuuuhhhhhh….!” as he hit my g-spot with unerring accuracy, pleasure ripping through me. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Unnnnghhhhnh….ahhhh….unghhhh!”, I moaned in surprise at the slight pain, followed by a hungry “Mmmmmm… yesssss…” as it mixed with the intense pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge.
"You like it rough, don't you?", Tashan growled once again in my ear. "You like being fucked hard and deep. Arijit could never give you this, could he?"
I shook my head, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure. It was true - as sweet as you are Ari, we both know our lovemaking had always been quick and gentle. This raw, primal fucking was something insanely different and intoxicating. Tashan's free hand snaked around to rub my clit, and the added stimulation was too much. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
But he didn't stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Just as the overstimulation became almost too much, he pulled out again. Before I could catch my breath, Tashan flipped me onto my back once more. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he entered me again.
"One more!", he growled, his face inches from mine. "I want to see your face when you cum for me again."
His thrusts were slower now, but no less intense. Each one dragged along my g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as I felt another orgasm building.
"Ta…huffff…Tashan…", I gasped, "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can. You will!", he insisted, his eyes boring into mine. "Cum for me, baby. One more time."
His hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The dual stimulation pushed me over the edge once more, and I came with a silent scream, my body arching off the bed. This time, Tashan followed me over the edge. He thrust deep, groaning my name as he filled me with his release.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting heavily. Tashan gathered me in his arms, pressing soft kisses to my forehead and cheeks.
"That was...", I trailed off, unable to find words to describe the experience.
Tashan chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yeah, it was," he agreed.
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I couldn't help but compare this encounter to my experiences with you, Ari. While you're sweet and caring, always attentive to my needs, our lovemaking had never reached this level of intensity. Tashan's stamina and aggression had awakened something in me, a hunger I didn't know I possessed. As we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, I felt an insatiable desire for more.
"Fuck, Tashan!", I panted, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. "I can't believe we just did that."
He chuckled, his hand trailing lazily up and down my spine. "Oh, we're far from done, babe.", he growled, his eyes darkening with renewed lust.
True to his word, Tashan proved his exceptional stamina throughout the day. We barely left the bedroom, lost in a haze of passion and desire. Each time I thought we were finished, Tashan would ignite the fire anew with a touch, a kiss, or a whispered promise of pleasure. After our initial encounter, he took me twice more, each time more intense than the last. The second time, he bent me over the dresser, fucking me from behind while I watched our reflection in the mirror. The sight of his muscular body driving into me, coupled with the delicious friction against my clit as I pressed against the wood, sent me into a screaming orgasm that left me weak-kneed and trembling.
The third time, he lifted me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left marks on my back. I came so hard I saw stars, my nails leaving angry red welts down his back. But it wasn't just about his release. Between his own orgasms, he seemed determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body. His tongue and his manhood worked tirelessly, bringing me to climax more times than I could count. By late afternoon, I had lost track of how many times I'd cum, my body hyper-sensitive and trembling at the slightest touch.
We only paused our passionate exploration to grab a quick lunch, raiding the fridge for sustenance before stumbling back to bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. As evening approached, we found ourselves in the kitchen once more. I leaned against the counter, my dress hastily thrown on and only half-zipped, my hair a wild tangle from Tashan's passionate grip. He stood before me, loosely wearing his shirt, his jeans riding low on his hips as he sipped a glass of water. That's when you walked in.
(Aradhya's narration ends)
By the time Aradhya finished her story, we were both breathing heavily. The air between us was charged with an energy I had never felt before. Despite the complexity of emotions swirling within me, I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through my body. I looked at my wife, taking in her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes, the way the red dress clung to her curves. She'd never looked more beautiful to me than in that moment, fresh from another man's touch.
"Ari?", her voice was hesitant. "Are you... are you okay?"
I nodded, surprised to find that I was. More than okay, actually. I was... excited. Aroused. Ready to reclaim my wife, to worship every inch of her body that her ex-boyfriend from her college days had touched.
"I'm okay.", I said, my voice husky with desire. "In fact, I'm... I'm more than okay. Aradhya, I... I want you. Now."
My wife's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "Really? You're not... you're not angry?"
I shook my head, pulling her close. "Not angry. Just... incredibly turned on. Is that... is that okay?"
My sweet and sexy wife answered by pressing her lips to mine, her kiss passionate and needy. I responded eagerly, my hands roaming over her body, imagining Tashan's touch, reimagining every detail she had just shared.
"Please," I whispered, my voice breathy with need. "Tashan, I need you….inside me"
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. "Are you sure?", he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "There's no going back after this."
I met his gaze, seeing the mixture of desire and concern in his eyes. In that moment, any lingering doubts vanished. "Mmm… I’m sure.", I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. "Please, Tashan. Make love to me."
With a deep, rumbling groan, Tashan pushed into me slowly. “Ahhh!” I gasped aloud, my body stretching to take him, a sharp moan spilling out as I adjusted to his size. He paused when he was fully seated, giving me time to acclimate, and I let out a shaky, “Ohhhh… so full…”
"Fuck, you're tight.", he gritted out, his forehead resting against mine. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, unable to form words, a soft “Mmmph” slipping from me instead. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, pleasure radiating from where we were joined. I rolled my hips experimentally, a needy “Ohhh…” rising from my throat as it drew a deep, guttural groan from Tashan.
"Fuck, Aradhya!" he growled. "You're making me go crazy."
He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. “Ahh… yes…”, I moaned, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me, building the tension that had been interrupted earlier. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust, a desperate “Unnnh… more…” escaping me as I surrendered to the rhythm.
Tashan’s lips found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. “Mmmph…” I moaned into his mouth, a needy whimper following as my hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. “Ohhh… Tashan…”
As our passion grew, Tashan’s movements became more forceful. He hitched one of my legs over his shoulder, and I let out a sharp, “Ahhhhhh!”, as the new angle allowed him to hit spots deep inside me that had me seeing stars.
“Tashan…”, I gasped, feeling my orgasm building, “I’m close… please… ohhh…”
He growled, his hips snapping against mine with increased fervor. “Cum for me, Aradhya!”, he demanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you cumming on my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge. “Ahhhhhhh! Tashaaaaan!”, I cried out, a loud, quivering moan bursting from me as my back arched, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Tashan continued to thrust through my orgasm, prolonging the sensations until I was a quivering mess beneath him, soft whimpers like “Unnnh… ohhh…” escaping with every breath.
As I came down from my high, I became aware of Tashan’s movements becoming more erratic. His breathing was harsh, his muscles taut with the effort of holding back, and I couldn’t help the faint, “Ohhh… Tashan…” that slipped out as I watched him unravel.
“Aradhya,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to…”
“Ohhh… it’s okay.”, I gasped, still sensitive from my own orgasm, “Cum for me, Tashan… please…”
With a roar, he thrust deep, his body shuddering as he found his release. “Ahhh!”, I moaned softly, feeling him pulsing inside me, the sensation triggering aftershocks of pleasure that drew a quivering “Ohhh… yes…” from my lips.
We lay there for a moment, both panting heavily. Tashan’s weight pressed me into the mattress, but I reveled in it, letting out a contented “Mmmmmm…” as I felt surrounded by him. As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I felt Tashan’s cock begin to harden again inside me. My eyes widened in surprise and arousal.
“Already?” I gasped, a thrill running through me.
Tashan smirked, his eyes dark with renewed desire. “I’ve waited years for this, Aradhya. Did you think I’d be satisfied with just once?”
Before I could respond, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. His cock slid even deeper, and I let out a shocked “Ohhh!”, as the sensation overwhelmed me. Tashan’s hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he began to move. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one ripping a surprised “Ahhhhhh!” from my throat, laced with a hungry “Unnnh…”, as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The intensity was a stark contrast to my experiences with you. While you, Ari, would be spent by now, Tashan seemed to be just getting started.
"Damn, Aradhya!" Tashan growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so goddamn good. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight."
His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. I whimpered, arching into him, silently begging for more. "You like it rough, don't you?", he growled in my ear. "Bet that little nerd husband of yours could never give it to you like this."
I remained silent, feeling a twinge of guilt at his mocking words about you. But the pleasure was too overwhelming to focus on anything else, a soft “Mmmmmm…” slipping out unbidden. Tashan released my wrists, his hands moving to grip my hips instead. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, and I let out a shocked “Aaaahhhhhh!” followed by an aroused “Ohhhhhh… yes…” as the force of his thrust sent pleasure surging through me.
"That's it, baby.", he purred, his accent thickening with lust. "Let me hear you. Show me how much better I fuck you than that scrawny little beta."
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Each thrust hit spots deep inside me that I didn't even know existed, building a pressure that threatened to consume me.
Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Tashan pulled out completely. I whined at the loss, my body aching for release.
"On your hands and knees!", Tashan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I complied eagerly, presenting myself to him. Tashan's hands gripped my ass, kneading the flesh roughly before spreading me open.
"Fuck…", he groaned. "You're dripping for me, Aradhya."
Without warning, he slammed back into me. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and I let out a startled “Aaaahhhhhh!” that melted into an aroused “Ouuuuuhhhhhh….!” as he hit my g-spot with unerring accuracy, pleasure ripping through me. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Unnnnghhhhnh….ahhhh….unghhhh!”, I moaned in surprise at the slight pain, followed by a hungry “Mmmmmm… yesssss…” as it mixed with the intense pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge.
"You like it rough, don't you?", Tashan growled once again in my ear. "You like being fucked hard and deep. Arijit could never give you this, could he?"
I shook my head, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure. It was true - as sweet as you are Ari, we both know our lovemaking had always been quick and gentle. This raw, primal fucking was something insanely different and intoxicating. Tashan's free hand snaked around to rub my clit, and the added stimulation was too much. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
But he didn't stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Just as the overstimulation became almost too much, he pulled out again. Before I could catch my breath, Tashan flipped me onto my back once more. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he entered me again.
"One more!", he growled, his face inches from mine. "I want to see your face when you cum for me again."
His thrusts were slower now, but no less intense. Each one dragged along my g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as I felt another orgasm building.
"Ta…huffff…Tashan…", I gasped, "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can. You will!", he insisted, his eyes boring into mine. "Cum for me, baby. One more time."
His hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The dual stimulation pushed me over the edge once more, and I came with a silent scream, my body arching off the bed. This time, Tashan followed me over the edge. He thrust deep, groaning my name as he filled me with his release.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting heavily. Tashan gathered me in his arms, pressing soft kisses to my forehead and cheeks.
"That was...", I trailed off, unable to find words to describe the experience.
Tashan chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yeah, it was," he agreed.
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I couldn't help but compare this encounter to my experiences with you, Ari. While you're sweet and caring, always attentive to my needs, our lovemaking had never reached this level of intensity. Tashan's stamina and aggression had awakened something in me, a hunger I didn't know I possessed. As we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, I felt an insatiable desire for more.
"Fuck, Tashan!", I panted, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. "I can't believe we just did that."
He chuckled, his hand trailing lazily up and down my spine. "Oh, we're far from done, babe.", he growled, his eyes darkening with renewed lust.
True to his word, Tashan proved his exceptional stamina throughout the day. We barely left the bedroom, lost in a haze of passion and desire. Each time I thought we were finished, Tashan would ignite the fire anew with a touch, a kiss, or a whispered promise of pleasure. After our initial encounter, he took me twice more, each time more intense than the last. The second time, he bent me over the dresser, fucking me from behind while I watched our reflection in the mirror. The sight of his muscular body driving into me, coupled with the delicious friction against my clit as I pressed against the wood, sent me into a screaming orgasm that left me weak-kneed and trembling.
The third time, he lifted me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left marks on my back. I came so hard I saw stars, my nails leaving angry red welts down his back. But it wasn't just about his release. Between his own orgasms, he seemed determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body. His tongue and his manhood worked tirelessly, bringing me to climax more times than I could count. By late afternoon, I had lost track of how many times I'd cum, my body hyper-sensitive and trembling at the slightest touch.
We only paused our passionate exploration to grab a quick lunch, raiding the fridge for sustenance before stumbling back to bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. As evening approached, we found ourselves in the kitchen once more. I leaned against the counter, my dress hastily thrown on and only half-zipped, my hair a wild tangle from Tashan's passionate grip. He stood before me, loosely wearing his shirt, his jeans riding low on his hips as he sipped a glass of water. That's when you walked in.
(Aradhya's narration ends)
By the time Aradhya finished her story, we were both breathing heavily. The air between us was charged with an energy I had never felt before. Despite the complexity of emotions swirling within me, I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through my body. I looked at my wife, taking in her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes, the way the red dress clung to her curves. She'd never looked more beautiful to me than in that moment, fresh from another man's touch.
"Ari?", her voice was hesitant. "Are you... are you okay?"
I nodded, surprised to find that I was. More than okay, actually. I was... excited. Aroused. Ready to reclaim my wife, to worship every inch of her body that her ex-boyfriend from her college days had touched.
"I'm okay.", I said, my voice husky with desire. "In fact, I'm... I'm more than okay. Aradhya, I... I want you. Now."
My wife's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "Really? You're not... you're not angry?"
I shook my head, pulling her close. "Not angry. Just... incredibly turned on. Is that... is that okay?"
My sweet and sexy wife answered by pressing her lips to mine, her kiss passionate and needy. I responded eagerly, my hands roaming over her body, imagining Tashan's touch, reimagining every detail she had just shared.
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