Husband gives free pass to wife

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Scene 3

As she closed her eyes and went into deep sleep, the silence of the room became my only friend. I stood up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs. I opened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I stood there in my underwear for a long time, just looking at her, before I finally let my penis out. It was pulsing, red and angry from hours of waiting in that dark club and then on the edge of the bed. I gripped it, moving it slowly, making it hard and stiff while I looked at Revathi’s beautiful, tired face.

My mind was a dark theater, and the movie playing was torture. I started imagining that boy what he would have done to Revathi after they vanished from the club. I saw them in my head, in the back of a dark, moving taxi. I imagined his rough, dirty hands pushing her skirt up, his fingers digging into her fair, heavy thighs. I imagined him pulling her top down, exposing her swollen breasts to the cold night air, and his mouth that mouth that had tasted her in the club biting her neck and sucking on her skin until he left that dark mark. I could almost hear her moaning, a sound she never made for me, as he took her in some cheap, dim hotel room.

I wanted to watch. My mind was screaming to see it, to know every detail of how she surrendered to a stranger, but she didn't let me; she enjoyed it alone and kept the secret behind her closed eyes. The thought that she was tasting him, feeling his rough skin while I was sitting here in the dark like a ghost, made my heart pain with a sharp jealousy. But at the same time, it made my manhood throb with a wild, uncontrollable power that I had never felt before.

I knew she was in deep sleep. The rhythm of her breathing was heavy and slow, the kind of sleep that comes after a long, exhausting night. I looked at the curve of her waist and the beginning of the wide, voluptuous hips under the thin cotton nightie. I reached out with a shaking hand and felt the soft flesh on her bumps and the side of her chest. I kept my hand moving, stroking her skin very gently, like a whisper, so she wouldn't wake. I lowered my head and buried my face in her hair. She always used Rea rose perfume I loved smelling it. It made her smell sweet and soft, like a flower that had been crushed by a rough hand but was still beautiful.

As I looked at her face in the dim light, her lips were slightly parted. I let my tongue out and slowly, very slowly, touched the tip of my tongue to her lips. They were soft and still tasted faintly like the strawberry lipstick she wore to the club. I kept licking her lips, my tongue moving over the soft skin. She didn't notice; she was lost in a deep, heavy sleep, her mind probably still in that boy’s arms.

I looked down at her legs, then I saw the clock on the wall; it was showing 6:00 AM. The first pale light of the morning was coming through the gap in the curtain, but I wanted more. She had just taken a shower and she was all there for me, clean and smelling of soap and roses.

I moved down to the end of the bed, my knees hitting the mattress softly. My heart was hammering like a drum. I used my tongue on her fair legs, licking her toes, sucking them one by one into my mouth, tasting her. Then I moved up. The nightie was in the way, so with just one finger, I hooked the fabric and stretched it up, slowly pulling it until it was bunched around her waist.

I had a wonderful view to see. Her heavy, fair thighs were completely exposed, glowing like pearls in the dim blue light of the morning. I moved up with my tongue, licking the soft, tender tissue of her inner thighs. I kissed both fleshy parts, moving my face between her legs, making her skin wet and glistening with my saliva.

I moved my face closer to the center of her womanhood. I took a deep breath, inhaling the most private scent of my wife. She was a little bushy there, her dark hair soft against my nose. I could smell her it was a deep, salty, and musky scent that mixed with the smell of the shower. I let my tongue out and licked her deeply, tasting the saltiness of her skin and the heat that was still trapped between her heavy thighs. I licked her many times, my tongue moving in hungry circles, tasting the secret nectar she had hidden from me all night.

She let out a small, soft moan in her sleep and shifted her hips slightly, but she did not wake.

My eyes went back to her chest. The loose nightie was bunched up near her neck, and I could see the heavy, swollen curve of her lactating breasts. They looked so full, so heavy with milk, straining against the air of the room. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned over her body and took one dark, swollen nipple into my mouth. I sucked it deeply, feeling the weight of the breast in my hand. I tasted the faint, creamy sweetness of her milk mixed with the rose scent of her skin. 

I was a sensitive man, and as I sucked her, I felt a hot tear of love and jealousy escape my eye and hit her stomach. I was holding her heavy breast in one hand and my hard, pulsing manhood in the other, moving my hand faster and faster now. I imagined the boy's rough, dirty hands doing this same thing in the dark, and I growled low in my throat. I moved my tongue all over her stomach, licking the dip of her navel, then moving back up to her neck to find that dark red love bite. I licked it over and over, trying to wash it away with my own wetness, claiming her body back for myself while she was lost in her dreams.

I felt the heat rising in my body, a desperate tension that was about to break. I quickly took out my white handkerchief from my pocket. I placed it over the head of my penis, my hand moving in a blur. One last look at her beautiful, sleeping face, and then I released my cum. I felt the hot, thick liquid soak into the handkerchief, my whole body shaking with a desperate, infinite lust.

I relaxed, my breath coming in short gasps. The heavy ache was finally gone, replaced by a cold, empty feeling. I threw the dirty handkerchief on the side table and lay down besides her, not touching her, just watching.

The sun was coming up now, and little Vanya would wake soon in her crib, but right now, in this quiet room, I was the only man in Revathi's world, even if she didn't know it. I reached out and squeezed her soft, wide hips one last time as the world started to wake up, leaving us alone in the silence of our tense home.