07-06-2026, 04:59 PM
ch-12 Honeymoon Sunday.
The fun was about to end on this day. What started as an accident had turned my life around in unimaginable ways. It was a blissful time, which I was going to cherish thoroughly.
This was a sweet Sunday.
I took this day not as a master but in the form of a lover.
Morning Awakening
Sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, warming the sheets where our bodies were still tangled. I woke up first. Mouni was curled against me, one leg hooked over my thigh while her boobs pressed on my chest. The blindfold was gone; her lashes rested dark against her cheeks, peaceful and unguarded.
I didn’t move right away. I just watched her—really watched. The faint marks on her neck from last night’s kisses, as well as the hickey, the way her lips were still a little swollen, and the slow rise and fall of her breasts pressed to mine.
I knew for sure I claimed her all last night.
My one hand was on her ass cheek, holding her. With my other hand, I started to ruffle her hair. gave a kiss on her forehead. She stirred first. A small hum in her throat, then her fingers flexed against my side.
Her eyes fluttered open—sleepy, honey-brown, catching the light—and found mine immediately. No hesitation, no playfulness at first. Just a slow, deep smile that made my heart stutter. I took the expression of a lover, admiring her and her body with my eyes.
“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky from sleep and everything we’d done in the passionate night.
“Morning, love.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb lingering on her skin. "Are you okay?”
She nodded, stretching against me like a cat in sunlight, her body sliding along mine. “Better than okay. I feel… full. Like everything’s still humming inside me.”
I laughed softly, the sound rumbling between us. “Good. Because I’m not done feeling you yet.”
She lifted her head just enough to kiss me—slow, lazy, lips brushing mine like a secret. No rush, no hunger yet. Just tasting each other awake. We got used to our morning breath now. We kissed like that for long minutes—open-mouthed but gentle, tongues meeting in soft strokes, breathing each other in.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 11 AM. We probably fucked till almost sunrise. I could feel the tired muscle when trying to move my body, and so it was with Mouni.
"Look at the time; it's 11 AM in the morning or almost evening. We sure fucked all night," I told her. with a little cute voice, "I couldn't tell time due to darkness but felt the whole night with joy and pleasure."
"Well, this whole week, I was your master, but for tonight? "I paused and waited for a few seconds.
“And tonight?”
"Tonight I am your desire, your valor, your lover—the one who will give you all the love that you need, not just pleasure for your body."
“I missed looking at you,” she murmured. “All week… I could only feel you. Now I get to see.”
She tilted her chin up with two fingers so our eyes locked again. “Then look. I’m right here.”
Then she leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek, and the spot under my ear. Tiny, reverent presses that made my skin prickle.
My hand moved without thought, sliding up her side to cup her breast—not grabbing, just holding, feeling the warm weight of it settle into my palm. Her nipple hardened against my thumb as I brushed it in slow circles.
She sighed into my neck, hips shifting closer until our lower bodies aligned, my cock limp but getting that spark and nestling against her belly. Her hands reached down between us, fingers wrapping loosely around me—not stroking yet, just holding, like she wanted to feel me wake up in her hand.
“No rush,” I whispered against her temple. “Just feel me.”
We stayed like that—hands moving in perfect, unhurried rhythm, eyes never leaving each other’s faces. Every few strokes one of us would pause to kiss again—deep and lingering—then pull back to watch the other’s expression shift.
I was half hard when I stopped her and broke the kiss. We have to clean first before going dirty again. She laughs with a smile. "Sure? this will make morning fulfilling."
after getting up while she was holding my cock in her hand and standing ahead. Both of us were naked. She asked, "Shower?"
“Only if I get to wash every inch of you,” I answered as I gave a light spank on her ass. she laughed and started to walk while holding on my cock like a children do with finger. My hands were holding on to her side hip and boob.
Soapy, Shower, Together
We padded into the bathroom hand in hand. She was still holding on to my semi-hard cock. I turned on the shower, letting the water run until steam curled up and fogged the mirror.
Mouni stepped under the spray first, tilting her head back with a soft sigh as hot water cascaded over her shoulders, tracing rivulets down her breasts and stomach. The sight of her wet hair clinging to her neck and skin glistening made my chest tighten with something deeper than desire.
No matter how many times I see her naked, there is never enough.
I joined her, closing the glass door behind us. She reached for the body wash, squeezing a generous dollop into her palm, then turned to me with a small, knowing smile. “My turn first,” she said quietly.
Her hands started at my shoulders—slow, deliberate circles, thumbs pressing into the knots left from the week’s intensity. Soap foamed under her fingers as she worked down my chest, palms gliding over my pecs, tracing the lines of my ribs.
When she reached my stomach, her touch turned teasing: fingertips dipping into the V of my hips, brushing the base of my cock without fully wrapping around. I groaned low, leaning my forehead against hers.
After feeling the warmth of her hand, “Your turn,” I murmured.
I took the bottle from her, lathering my hands until they were slick. I started at her back—long strokes from shoulders to the dip of her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. I moved to her front, hands sliding up her sides to cradle her breasts. Thumbs circled her nipples in slow spirals, watching them tighten under the warm water.
She tipped her head back against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, trusting me completely. Enjoying the cleaning and fresh water on my face.
We washed each other in a similar manner. Eventually she turned in my arms, pressing her back to my chest. My cock nestled between her cheeks, hard but patient.
One of my hands drifted down her belly, fingers parting her folds to find her already slick despite the water. I circled her clit with the lightest pressure, matching the rhythm of her breathing. I kissed the side of her neck, tasting clean skin and soap.
My fingers slipped inside her—two, then three—curling gently while my thumb kept steady pressure on her clit. She trembled, thighs quivering, but we didn’t rush. When her orgasm came, it was soft and rolling. Her walls were pulsing around my fingers as she clung to my arm.
I was still hard on. She took my cock in hand and bent down on one knee. with her tongue put on the tip, and she just started to blow me, but before she could take it in her mouth and finish me off, I stopped her.
Holding her from the shoulder, I pull her up and start to kiss her. After some time, "Not now, I will stay rock longer. just for you."
We stayed under the water after, wrapped in each other, letting the steam carry away the last traces of fatigue. When we finally stepped out, skin flushed and hearts steady, the day felt endless in the best way. Then we dry each other with towels, each taking a turn from top to bottom, from front to back.
I told Mouni to stay in the bathroom while I went to the room and got the bathrobe. It had served me well. Mouni was still drying herself while I returned.
"If you are done, stand in front of me with your ass cheeks touching my cock, please!" With a smile, she followed my request.
"Since we are lovers, it would be appropriate to join in one." She was confused by my words.
"I will show you; just trust me."
I pulled the bathrobe over my bare shoulders while keeping it wide open. She got the idea of what I meant as standing in front of me with my cock in between and just above her ass cheeks. Without asking, she got inside the robe and tied it with a tight knot. I embrace from behind.
We were covered from outside but naked and free inside, joined together.
Eating food alongside each other at the kitchen table
We stepped out of the bathroom still wrapped in that single bathrobe—me behind her, arms looped around her waist, my cock nestled snug between the cheeks of her ass, hard and insistent but patient.
with a slow-paced walk. Our bodies were in constant clash. I directed her to the table where her phone was. "Time for memory making." As I took the phone and took a mirror image of both of us in bathrobes, she leaned back on me. Her breasts were peeking out, making a tight cleavage, and my arms were wrapped possessively around her middle.
I snapped a few shots: one with our faces close, one with her biting her lip, and one where my hand slipped inside the robe to cup her breast while she arched just enough for the mirror to catch it all.
Looking at the clock, it was around 12:20. so guided us to the kitchen. Sunlight poured through the window, warming the tiles under our feet.
While she pulled up a food app on her phone, my hands slid under the robe to rest on her hips. She scrolled slowly—pizza? Sushi? Pasta?—and every time she paused to read a menu, I rocked gently against her ass, letting her feel how hard I still was.
She laughed softly, pushing back into me. “Stop distracting me,” she teased, though her voice was breathy.
“Never.” I kissed the curve of her shoulder, then reached around to help her tap “add to cart”—a creamy carbonara, garlic bread, and tiramisu for dessert. She hit order while I ground slowly against her.
“Twenty-five minutes,” she announced, setting the phone aside.
“Plenty of time for coffee.”
I turned her toward the coffee machine, keeping her back to my front. As I measured grounds and poured water, my free hand wandered—sliding up to tease her nipple, down to trace lazy circles over her clit.
She moaned quietly, her head falling back on my shoulder while the machine gurgled. When the coffee finished, I poured two mugs and handed her one.
We sat on the kitchen table while waiting for the food. She was on my lap, sipping coffee and enjoying the comfort of each other's body. my cock throbbing against her ass. I knew she was enjoying it as well, the robe barely containing us.
The doorbell rang. She giggled and put the cup down, opening the bathrobe. “Stay here,” she whispered, slipping out. Her naked flesh was on display. She opened the door, slipping out just enough to grab the delivery bag from the door, then hurried back, cheeks flushed.
She spread everything on the kitchen table like a good wife. Since the bathrobe was open, my hard cock was straight, pointing at her. "Hungry already," she said with a devilish smile.
I got up. She pulled closer. I lifted her onto the edge of the table so her legs dangled, her robe falling open completely now. She pulled me between her thighs, feeding me the first bite of carbonara straight from the fork, sauce dripping onto her breast and surrounding her nipples.
I leaned in and licked it off slowly—tongue circling her nipple, sucking gently until she shivered.
“Your turn,” I said, scooping a little cream from the tiramisu onto my finger and offering it to her lips. She sucked it clean, eyes locked on mine, then reached for the garlic bread—tearing off a piece, dipping it in sauce, and trailing it down my chest before following with her mouth.
We fed each other like that for long minutes—alternating bites with kisses, sauce-smeared fingers finding each other’s skin, laughter bubbling up when a noodle slipped and landed between her breasts. I ate it with a bit on her boob. She arched and whispered my name.
By the time the food was mostly gone, my cock was aching—still rock-hard, slick from her occasional teasing strokes. She licked every drop, slow and deliberate.
She looked down at it, then up at me with that soft, hungry smile.
“Bed?” she asked quietly.
I nodded, scooped her off the table—legs wrapping around my waist, robe falling completely open now—and carried her toward the bedroom, our bodies still sticky with sauce and coffee and each other, hearts beating fast as we got in bed again.
Midday Lovemaking
I carried her the short distance to the bedroom, our mouths meeting in soft, open kisses every few steps. Sauce and coffee lingered faintly on her lips; I tasted it all—sweet, salty, her. I took my sweet time moving while she wrapped tightly around me.
When we reached the bed, I didn’t drop her, unlike last night. Instead, I lowered us both gently, keeping her legs locked around me until her back met the sheets and I settled between her thighs.
The robe had slipped completely off somewhere along the way. We were bare now, skin warm from the kitchen sun and each other.
I stayed propped on my forearms so I could look at her. while I nudged forward just enough to slide inside her in one long, smooth glide. My cock went inside smoothly.
She gasped quietly, her hand reached my back, and her eyes fluttered but never left mine. No rush, no force. Just the perfect, inevitable fit we’d rediscovered all morning.
We stayed in that moment for a while. fully joined, still, breathing in sync. Her hands came up to my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. I turned to kiss one palm, then the other.
“I love how you feel,” she whispered in my ear, voice soft and unguarded. “Like you belong here.”
I smiled against her skin. “I do.”
Then we began to move slow, deep rocks rather than thrusts. Every time I pressed in, she lifted her hips to meet me, rolling in tiny circles that made us both sigh. Her palms sliding down my back, nails grazing lightly, pulling me closer without demanding more speed.
We kissed through it all—lazy, lingering kisses that broke only when one of us needed air. Foreheads pressed together, noses brushing, eyes half-open so we could watch every flicker of pleasure cross the other’s face.
When her breath hitched sharper, I paused deep inside her, grinding in slow movements against her clit until she trembled with, “Don’t stop… just like that.”
I didn’t. I kept the rhythm steady, letting the pleasure build in quiet waves. Just like always, she came first. Softly, a long rolling feeling of orgasm started in her thighs and spread through her whole body.
Her walls fluttered around me in gentle pulses, pulling a low groan from my throat. She clung to me, face tucked into my neck, as aftershocks rippled through her.
This time without delaying, since I was already on the edge, I followed soon after. deep, quiet release, spilling inside her with a slow thrust that buried me to the hilt. as I emptied, hips rocking gently through the last pulses until we were both spent.
We didn’t separate. I eased down beside her, pulling her into my side so her head rested on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her head was resting over my heart. As we lay there listening to each other breathe, sunlight warming our tangled limbs, my softening cock slipped free.out scissored legs intertwined. There was the faint scent of garlic and coffee and sex hanging sweet in the air.
After a while she tilted her head up and kissed the underside of my jaw. “Nap?” she asked, voice drowsy and content. With last night and morning, it was understandable the tiredness she felt, as well as I.
I smiled, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Only if you stay right here.”
She hummed agreement, snuggling closer, and we drifted into a light, shared doze—bodies still humming, hearts steady, the afternoon stretching lazy and golden ahead of us.
Honeymoon Night
I woke before the sun had fully set, the room filled with soft orange light. Mouni was still asleep beside me, curled on her side, one hand resting over my heart even in dreams.
I lay there quietly, replaying the week in slow, vivid flashes: the blindfolded night of surrender, the kitchen cream, hardcore mode on the second night, the red top with white shorts, the shower whispers, and every shared breath and shudder. It had been raw, intense, and consuming—but tonight I wanted something different. Something that felt like forever.
It had been raw, intense, and consuming, but tonight I wanted something different. Something that felt like forever.
A honeymoon night. Simple, romantic, ending the day and week.
To execute this amazing idea, first I needed to move my lovely Mouni. Careful not to wake her, I slipped from the bed, lifted her gently in my arms—her head lolling against my shoulder, breath warm on my neck—and carried her to my room.
I laid her on the fresh sheets, tucked a light blanket over her, kissed her forehead, and left her sleeping.
While looking at her sleeping naked body with big breasts and a perfect curvy ass, it wouldn't be justified if the dress did not match the event.
With my phone in my hand, I ordered a deep red silk saree with delicate gold embroidery and, while I was at it, a matching tight red baby-doll lingerie set with lace cups and a tiny red thong. Just thinking about her in the dresses started pumping my blood.
For me, I decided to use Mouni's husband's suit. Well, I have used pretty much everything, including his wife, so why not a suit as well, I thought.
Now that dresses are set, setting the environment right was next. For that, I ordered two dozen red roses, white lilies, and a dozen long-stemmed candles to set the mood. For dinner, a premium dinner delivery (grilled prawns in garlic butter, creamy mushroom risotto, chocolate lava cake, and chilled wine).
After ordering, it was time to clean the mess that we made. The room smelled of all the sex we had mixed with the semen that came with lots of orgasms. I cleaned the bedroom and set the things as they were before.
I was looking at the liquor cabinet to pick a good one when the bell rang. It was a dress and flower with candles. decided that red wine would be the best choice and went to the room.
With quick swiftness, I placed fresh white sheets, scattered rose petals in a heart shape on the bed, and placed candles strategically around the room and balcony. I dimmed the lights and arranged the table on the balcony with a white cloth, two glasses, and a single rose in a vase.
I set everything up—candles lit one by one, flowers tucked into corners and across the pillows, and the lingerie folded neatly on the box.
It was beautiful scenery.
By the time the sky turned deep indigo, the room glowed warm and golden, scented with wax and roses.
It was time to wake my sleeping beauty up. I went to the room, returned to her side, knelt on the bed, and woke her with the softest kisses. eyelids first, then the tip of her nose, and the corner of her mouth.
She stirred slowly, with a sleepy smile spreading when she saw me.
“Hey, love,” I whispered. “I have a surprise for tonight. Our last night. I want it to bake in your memory.”
Her eyes widened—curious at first, then sparkling with that soft, trusting delight she always got when I planned something just for us. She propped herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling over her shoulder, blanket slipping to reveal the curve of her breast.
“A surprise?” she murmured, voice still husky from sleep, lips curving into a wider smile. "What have you planned?”
I grinned, reaching for the elegant gift box I’d set on the nightstand. I placed it in her hands.
“Don’t open it yet,” I said softly. “Just take it to the bathroom, change into what’s inside, and then come find me in the main room. No peeking at anything else. Trust me?”
She bit her lower lip. It sure did turn me on. "Hope it's not for punishment," she laughed quietly. "Ohh, nothing of the sort today, my love. It's all pleasure of heart," he told her with a slow, lingering kiss.
She went to the hall bathroom, glancing back over her shoulder with that mix of excitement and shy wonder that made my heart squeeze.
After changing, I went to the balcony and lit the last few candles on the balcony table and stood by the sliding doors in my black suit, heart beating a little faster than usual.
When she emerged, the breath caught in my throat.
The red silk saree dbangd her like liquid fire—gold threads shimmering with every step, the pallu falling gracefully over one shoulder, and the blouse hugging her curves just right. Her hair was loose and slightly tousled from sleep, with minimal makeup and lips naturally flushed. She looked every bit the bride stepping into a dream, and the expression on her face was wide-eyed wonder, cheeks pink with delight.
She stopped a few feet away, eyes sweeping over me in the suit, then the softly lit balcony behind me, the candle glow reflecting in her gaze.
“Oh…” she breathed, voice trembling with happy surprise. “This… you did all this? For us?”
I stepped closer, taking both her hands in mine. “For you. For tonight. Consider, like, our honeymoon night.”
"It's perfect," she whispered.
“So are you,” I said quietly, lifting her hand to my lips. “Come. Dinner’s waiting.”
She squeezed my fingers, smile radiant, and let me lead her to the balcony table. I pulled out her chair, poured wine, and we ate slowly—feeding each other bites of prawn, laughing when sauce dripped, and wiping each other’s lips with thumbs and kisses. Just like a couple.
Conversation drifted from memories of the week to quiet dreams. She had forgotten that it all started with a video clip. She had forgotten about her husband and about her affair and was lost in the solace.
After the last bite of lava cake, I pulled her onto my lap before giving her ass a spank in the saree.Shesaree. laughed and sat down, her back to my chest, arms around her waist. We sat in silence for a long time, watching the night, her head resting on my shoulder, my lips brushing her temple every few minutes.
When the candles on the table burned, around the end, I stood and lifted her in a bridal carry. She complied in an instant. arms under her knees and back, eyes locked on hers the whole way. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gaze never wavering, a soft, awed smile on her lips.
I carried her inside. The moment we entered the room, she gasped quietly, delighted. Eyes darting over the petal-strewn bed, the glowing candles, and the scent of roses and wax.
“Oh my god…” she breathed. “This is… it’s like a dream.”
I set her down gently beside the bed, still holding her close. “Our honeymoon night,” I said softly. “Just us. No games tonight. Only love.”
Her eyes shimmered. “I’ve never felt this wanted.”
I kissed her forehead. “You are. Always.”
I handed her the lingerie box. “Change into this. I’ll be right here.”
She disappeared into the bathroom with her moving ass. When she returned, the saree was gone. The red baby doll hugged her curves—lace sheer over her breasts, the thong barely there as I could make out her pussy.
Confidence radiated from her stance, her walk, and the way she looked straight into my eyes. She was not the same shy wife but a bold lover.
I was only in my boxers. As she came closer, I grabbed her ass and pushed her on me and the bed. fell onto the petal-covered bed together.
Her breasts fell on my face. I could smell the warm scent that they were giving. Fingers slipping under lace straps, easing them down her shoulders, kissing the skin revealed inch by inch. We started to kiss all over the place.
No hurry. I kissed every part of her—neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs—until she was trembling. The tight red babydoll was perfect for her and for her bull.
Then I settled between her legs and entered her slowly and deeply, eyes locked. I moved the thong just sideways to reveal her majestic vagina.
With a slow pace, I started to eat her out. started with vulva licking from up and down. moved my tongue inside where I played with her labia lips. Going deeper inside, licking all the way to the entrance with my saliva. She was arising from my feast. In between eating, I would bite the clitoris; that's when I could hear shocked moans.
She used her hand to push deeper inside her pussy. With some time passed, the first orgasm came from a slow oral grind. It could taste the sweet honey that came out of her. She got in bliss and lay on the bed relaxing. I wanted to taste fully and keep her heated, so I continued to eat her pussy, licking her cum along the way.
Now as I was hard to the fullest and she was as wet as she could be, it was time for some sweet sex. We started with the missionary position. Her legs wrapped high—deep, steady strokes, my hand between us circling her clit, whispering how beautiful she looked coming undone, how perfect she felt. I bite and eat on boobs like a child. She was enjoying every bit of pushing them in my mouth.
Her leg got tight, and with some time of amazing missionary, she got her second orgasm. She came again, harder, thighs shaking, whispering my name like a prayer.
As she came back from her heaven, I played with her body. I was still balls deep inside as usual. I hold on because I wanted to cherish every ounce of pleasure that I could get from this night and from Mouni.
For the ending of the show, I guided her up so she straddled me again, knees planted on either side of my hips. She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch until we were locked together, her warmth enveloping me completely. She started riding with gentle rolls—hips circling in lazy, deep grinds, hands braced on my chest for balance.
“God, you feel incredible,” I whispered, thumbs stroking her thighs. “Just like this… slow, baby. Let it build.”
She smiled down at me, a little breathless, and picked up the pace—deeper now, faster, her breasts swaying with each rise and fall. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up gently at first, then firmer. Her breaths turned to soft moans, walls fluttering around me as she climbed higher.
Midway, I sat up suddenly, wrapping my arms around her waist, and flipped us in one smooth motion. She landed on her hands and knees, ass presented beautifully, back arched in that perfect curve I loved. I knelt behind her, sliding back inside with a slow, deep thrust that made her gasp my name.
Now with doggy style, it was just a matter of time. “Like this,” I murmured against her ear, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around her hanging boobs.
She pushed back, ass up to meet every stroke, our bodies slapping softly in rhythm. I kept the pace deep and controlled, watching her in the mirror across the room—her mouth open in silent cries, hair falling forward with bliss.
When her walls tightened hard around me, her whole body trembling as the third orgasm crashed through her—long, rolling waves that made her cry out softly, calling my name as I pulled out just as my own release hit.
We both came at the same time. Her pussy was filled now.
I still had some left, so I released from her vagina and stroked myself once, twice, then came hard across her lower back. Warm pulses painted her skin in thick, white ropes while she trembled beneath me, still riding the aftershocks.
I leaned over her, chest to her back, kissing along her spine. “So beautiful… you’re everything.”
We collapsed together sideways, her back to my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist, hand resting gently over the mess I’d left on her skin. She turned her head just enough to find my lips for a slow kiss.
“I love you,” I said—simple, raw, true. “Not just the nights. All of it. You. Us.”
Tears slipped from her eyes, but she smiled through them. “I love you too. So much.”
We kissed once more—slow, lingering—then I pulled the sheet over us. She curled into my chest, legs crossed with each other. Our breathing slowed together. The candles flickered lower as we fell to the sleep that awaited us wrapped in each other.
The fun was about to end on this day. What started as an accident had turned my life around in unimaginable ways. It was a blissful time, which I was going to cherish thoroughly.
This was a sweet Sunday.
I took this day not as a master but in the form of a lover.
Morning Awakening
Sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, warming the sheets where our bodies were still tangled. I woke up first. Mouni was curled against me, one leg hooked over my thigh while her boobs pressed on my chest. The blindfold was gone; her lashes rested dark against her cheeks, peaceful and unguarded.
I didn’t move right away. I just watched her—really watched. The faint marks on her neck from last night’s kisses, as well as the hickey, the way her lips were still a little swollen, and the slow rise and fall of her breasts pressed to mine.
I knew for sure I claimed her all last night.
My one hand was on her ass cheek, holding her. With my other hand, I started to ruffle her hair. gave a kiss on her forehead. She stirred first. A small hum in her throat, then her fingers flexed against my side.
Her eyes fluttered open—sleepy, honey-brown, catching the light—and found mine immediately. No hesitation, no playfulness at first. Just a slow, deep smile that made my heart stutter. I took the expression of a lover, admiring her and her body with my eyes.
“Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky from sleep and everything we’d done in the passionate night.
“Morning, love.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb lingering on her skin. "Are you okay?”
She nodded, stretching against me like a cat in sunlight, her body sliding along mine. “Better than okay. I feel… full. Like everything’s still humming inside me.”
I laughed softly, the sound rumbling between us. “Good. Because I’m not done feeling you yet.”
She lifted her head just enough to kiss me—slow, lazy, lips brushing mine like a secret. No rush, no hunger yet. Just tasting each other awake. We got used to our morning breath now. We kissed like that for long minutes—open-mouthed but gentle, tongues meeting in soft strokes, breathing each other in.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 11 AM. We probably fucked till almost sunrise. I could feel the tired muscle when trying to move my body, and so it was with Mouni.
"Look at the time; it's 11 AM in the morning or almost evening. We sure fucked all night," I told her. with a little cute voice, "I couldn't tell time due to darkness but felt the whole night with joy and pleasure."
"Well, this whole week, I was your master, but for tonight? "I paused and waited for a few seconds.
“And tonight?”
"Tonight I am your desire, your valor, your lover—the one who will give you all the love that you need, not just pleasure for your body."
“I missed looking at you,” she murmured. “All week… I could only feel you. Now I get to see.”
She tilted her chin up with two fingers so our eyes locked again. “Then look. I’m right here.”
Then she leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek, and the spot under my ear. Tiny, reverent presses that made my skin prickle.
My hand moved without thought, sliding up her side to cup her breast—not grabbing, just holding, feeling the warm weight of it settle into my palm. Her nipple hardened against my thumb as I brushed it in slow circles.
She sighed into my neck, hips shifting closer until our lower bodies aligned, my cock limp but getting that spark and nestling against her belly. Her hands reached down between us, fingers wrapping loosely around me—not stroking yet, just holding, like she wanted to feel me wake up in her hand.
“No rush,” I whispered against her temple. “Just feel me.”
We stayed like that—hands moving in perfect, unhurried rhythm, eyes never leaving each other’s faces. Every few strokes one of us would pause to kiss again—deep and lingering—then pull back to watch the other’s expression shift.
I was half hard when I stopped her and broke the kiss. We have to clean first before going dirty again. She laughs with a smile. "Sure? this will make morning fulfilling."
after getting up while she was holding my cock in her hand and standing ahead. Both of us were naked. She asked, "Shower?"
“Only if I get to wash every inch of you,” I answered as I gave a light spank on her ass. she laughed and started to walk while holding on my cock like a children do with finger. My hands were holding on to her side hip and boob.
Soapy, Shower, Together
We padded into the bathroom hand in hand. She was still holding on to my semi-hard cock. I turned on the shower, letting the water run until steam curled up and fogged the mirror.
Mouni stepped under the spray first, tilting her head back with a soft sigh as hot water cascaded over her shoulders, tracing rivulets down her breasts and stomach. The sight of her wet hair clinging to her neck and skin glistening made my chest tighten with something deeper than desire.
No matter how many times I see her naked, there is never enough.
I joined her, closing the glass door behind us. She reached for the body wash, squeezing a generous dollop into her palm, then turned to me with a small, knowing smile. “My turn first,” she said quietly.
Her hands started at my shoulders—slow, deliberate circles, thumbs pressing into the knots left from the week’s intensity. Soap foamed under her fingers as she worked down my chest, palms gliding over my pecs, tracing the lines of my ribs.
When she reached my stomach, her touch turned teasing: fingertips dipping into the V of my hips, brushing the base of my cock without fully wrapping around. I groaned low, leaning my forehead against hers.
After feeling the warmth of her hand, “Your turn,” I murmured.
I took the bottle from her, lathering my hands until they were slick. I started at her back—long strokes from shoulders to the dip of her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. I moved to her front, hands sliding up her sides to cradle her breasts. Thumbs circled her nipples in slow spirals, watching them tighten under the warm water.
She tipped her head back against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, trusting me completely. Enjoying the cleaning and fresh water on my face.
We washed each other in a similar manner. Eventually she turned in my arms, pressing her back to my chest. My cock nestled between her cheeks, hard but patient.
One of my hands drifted down her belly, fingers parting her folds to find her already slick despite the water. I circled her clit with the lightest pressure, matching the rhythm of her breathing. I kissed the side of her neck, tasting clean skin and soap.
My fingers slipped inside her—two, then three—curling gently while my thumb kept steady pressure on her clit. She trembled, thighs quivering, but we didn’t rush. When her orgasm came, it was soft and rolling. Her walls were pulsing around my fingers as she clung to my arm.
I was still hard on. She took my cock in hand and bent down on one knee. with her tongue put on the tip, and she just started to blow me, but before she could take it in her mouth and finish me off, I stopped her.
Holding her from the shoulder, I pull her up and start to kiss her. After some time, "Not now, I will stay rock longer. just for you."
We stayed under the water after, wrapped in each other, letting the steam carry away the last traces of fatigue. When we finally stepped out, skin flushed and hearts steady, the day felt endless in the best way. Then we dry each other with towels, each taking a turn from top to bottom, from front to back.
I told Mouni to stay in the bathroom while I went to the room and got the bathrobe. It had served me well. Mouni was still drying herself while I returned.
"If you are done, stand in front of me with your ass cheeks touching my cock, please!" With a smile, she followed my request.
"Since we are lovers, it would be appropriate to join in one." She was confused by my words.
"I will show you; just trust me."
I pulled the bathrobe over my bare shoulders while keeping it wide open. She got the idea of what I meant as standing in front of me with my cock in between and just above her ass cheeks. Without asking, she got inside the robe and tied it with a tight knot. I embrace from behind.
We were covered from outside but naked and free inside, joined together.
Eating food alongside each other at the kitchen table
We stepped out of the bathroom still wrapped in that single bathrobe—me behind her, arms looped around her waist, my cock nestled snug between the cheeks of her ass, hard and insistent but patient.
with a slow-paced walk. Our bodies were in constant clash. I directed her to the table where her phone was. "Time for memory making." As I took the phone and took a mirror image of both of us in bathrobes, she leaned back on me. Her breasts were peeking out, making a tight cleavage, and my arms were wrapped possessively around her middle.
I snapped a few shots: one with our faces close, one with her biting her lip, and one where my hand slipped inside the robe to cup her breast while she arched just enough for the mirror to catch it all.
Looking at the clock, it was around 12:20. so guided us to the kitchen. Sunlight poured through the window, warming the tiles under our feet.
While she pulled up a food app on her phone, my hands slid under the robe to rest on her hips. She scrolled slowly—pizza? Sushi? Pasta?—and every time she paused to read a menu, I rocked gently against her ass, letting her feel how hard I still was.
She laughed softly, pushing back into me. “Stop distracting me,” she teased, though her voice was breathy.
“Never.” I kissed the curve of her shoulder, then reached around to help her tap “add to cart”—a creamy carbonara, garlic bread, and tiramisu for dessert. She hit order while I ground slowly against her.
“Twenty-five minutes,” she announced, setting the phone aside.
“Plenty of time for coffee.”
I turned her toward the coffee machine, keeping her back to my front. As I measured grounds and poured water, my free hand wandered—sliding up to tease her nipple, down to trace lazy circles over her clit.
She moaned quietly, her head falling back on my shoulder while the machine gurgled. When the coffee finished, I poured two mugs and handed her one.
We sat on the kitchen table while waiting for the food. She was on my lap, sipping coffee and enjoying the comfort of each other's body. my cock throbbing against her ass. I knew she was enjoying it as well, the robe barely containing us.
The doorbell rang. She giggled and put the cup down, opening the bathrobe. “Stay here,” she whispered, slipping out. Her naked flesh was on display. She opened the door, slipping out just enough to grab the delivery bag from the door, then hurried back, cheeks flushed.
She spread everything on the kitchen table like a good wife. Since the bathrobe was open, my hard cock was straight, pointing at her. "Hungry already," she said with a devilish smile.
I got up. She pulled closer. I lifted her onto the edge of the table so her legs dangled, her robe falling open completely now. She pulled me between her thighs, feeding me the first bite of carbonara straight from the fork, sauce dripping onto her breast and surrounding her nipples.
I leaned in and licked it off slowly—tongue circling her nipple, sucking gently until she shivered.
“Your turn,” I said, scooping a little cream from the tiramisu onto my finger and offering it to her lips. She sucked it clean, eyes locked on mine, then reached for the garlic bread—tearing off a piece, dipping it in sauce, and trailing it down my chest before following with her mouth.
We fed each other like that for long minutes—alternating bites with kisses, sauce-smeared fingers finding each other’s skin, laughter bubbling up when a noodle slipped and landed between her breasts. I ate it with a bit on her boob. She arched and whispered my name.
By the time the food was mostly gone, my cock was aching—still rock-hard, slick from her occasional teasing strokes. She licked every drop, slow and deliberate.
She looked down at it, then up at me with that soft, hungry smile.
“Bed?” she asked quietly.
I nodded, scooped her off the table—legs wrapping around my waist, robe falling completely open now—and carried her toward the bedroom, our bodies still sticky with sauce and coffee and each other, hearts beating fast as we got in bed again.
Midday Lovemaking
I carried her the short distance to the bedroom, our mouths meeting in soft, open kisses every few steps. Sauce and coffee lingered faintly on her lips; I tasted it all—sweet, salty, her. I took my sweet time moving while she wrapped tightly around me.
When we reached the bed, I didn’t drop her, unlike last night. Instead, I lowered us both gently, keeping her legs locked around me until her back met the sheets and I settled between her thighs.
The robe had slipped completely off somewhere along the way. We were bare now, skin warm from the kitchen sun and each other.
I stayed propped on my forearms so I could look at her. while I nudged forward just enough to slide inside her in one long, smooth glide. My cock went inside smoothly.
She gasped quietly, her hand reached my back, and her eyes fluttered but never left mine. No rush, no force. Just the perfect, inevitable fit we’d rediscovered all morning.
We stayed in that moment for a while. fully joined, still, breathing in sync. Her hands came up to my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. I turned to kiss one palm, then the other.
“I love how you feel,” she whispered in my ear, voice soft and unguarded. “Like you belong here.”
I smiled against her skin. “I do.”
Then we began to move slow, deep rocks rather than thrusts. Every time I pressed in, she lifted her hips to meet me, rolling in tiny circles that made us both sigh. Her palms sliding down my back, nails grazing lightly, pulling me closer without demanding more speed.
We kissed through it all—lazy, lingering kisses that broke only when one of us needed air. Foreheads pressed together, noses brushing, eyes half-open so we could watch every flicker of pleasure cross the other’s face.
When her breath hitched sharper, I paused deep inside her, grinding in slow movements against her clit until she trembled with, “Don’t stop… just like that.”
I didn’t. I kept the rhythm steady, letting the pleasure build in quiet waves. Just like always, she came first. Softly, a long rolling feeling of orgasm started in her thighs and spread through her whole body.
Her walls fluttered around me in gentle pulses, pulling a low groan from my throat. She clung to me, face tucked into my neck, as aftershocks rippled through her.
This time without delaying, since I was already on the edge, I followed soon after. deep, quiet release, spilling inside her with a slow thrust that buried me to the hilt. as I emptied, hips rocking gently through the last pulses until we were both spent.
We didn’t separate. I eased down beside her, pulling her into my side so her head rested on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her head was resting over my heart. As we lay there listening to each other breathe, sunlight warming our tangled limbs, my softening cock slipped free.out scissored legs intertwined. There was the faint scent of garlic and coffee and sex hanging sweet in the air.
After a while she tilted her head up and kissed the underside of my jaw. “Nap?” she asked, voice drowsy and content. With last night and morning, it was understandable the tiredness she felt, as well as I.
I smiled, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Only if you stay right here.”
She hummed agreement, snuggling closer, and we drifted into a light, shared doze—bodies still humming, hearts steady, the afternoon stretching lazy and golden ahead of us.
Honeymoon Night
I woke before the sun had fully set, the room filled with soft orange light. Mouni was still asleep beside me, curled on her side, one hand resting over my heart even in dreams.
I lay there quietly, replaying the week in slow, vivid flashes: the blindfolded night of surrender, the kitchen cream, hardcore mode on the second night, the red top with white shorts, the shower whispers, and every shared breath and shudder. It had been raw, intense, and consuming—but tonight I wanted something different. Something that felt like forever.
It had been raw, intense, and consuming, but tonight I wanted something different. Something that felt like forever.
A honeymoon night. Simple, romantic, ending the day and week.
To execute this amazing idea, first I needed to move my lovely Mouni. Careful not to wake her, I slipped from the bed, lifted her gently in my arms—her head lolling against my shoulder, breath warm on my neck—and carried her to my room.
I laid her on the fresh sheets, tucked a light blanket over her, kissed her forehead, and left her sleeping.
While looking at her sleeping naked body with big breasts and a perfect curvy ass, it wouldn't be justified if the dress did not match the event.
With my phone in my hand, I ordered a deep red silk saree with delicate gold embroidery and, while I was at it, a matching tight red baby-doll lingerie set with lace cups and a tiny red thong. Just thinking about her in the dresses started pumping my blood.
For me, I decided to use Mouni's husband's suit. Well, I have used pretty much everything, including his wife, so why not a suit as well, I thought.
Now that dresses are set, setting the environment right was next. For that, I ordered two dozen red roses, white lilies, and a dozen long-stemmed candles to set the mood. For dinner, a premium dinner delivery (grilled prawns in garlic butter, creamy mushroom risotto, chocolate lava cake, and chilled wine).
After ordering, it was time to clean the mess that we made. The room smelled of all the sex we had mixed with the semen that came with lots of orgasms. I cleaned the bedroom and set the things as they were before.
I was looking at the liquor cabinet to pick a good one when the bell rang. It was a dress and flower with candles. decided that red wine would be the best choice and went to the room.
With quick swiftness, I placed fresh white sheets, scattered rose petals in a heart shape on the bed, and placed candles strategically around the room and balcony. I dimmed the lights and arranged the table on the balcony with a white cloth, two glasses, and a single rose in a vase.
I set everything up—candles lit one by one, flowers tucked into corners and across the pillows, and the lingerie folded neatly on the box.
It was beautiful scenery.
By the time the sky turned deep indigo, the room glowed warm and golden, scented with wax and roses.
It was time to wake my sleeping beauty up. I went to the room, returned to her side, knelt on the bed, and woke her with the softest kisses. eyelids first, then the tip of her nose, and the corner of her mouth.
She stirred slowly, with a sleepy smile spreading when she saw me.
“Hey, love,” I whispered. “I have a surprise for tonight. Our last night. I want it to bake in your memory.”
Her eyes widened—curious at first, then sparkling with that soft, trusting delight she always got when I planned something just for us. She propped herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling over her shoulder, blanket slipping to reveal the curve of her breast.
“A surprise?” she murmured, voice still husky from sleep, lips curving into a wider smile. "What have you planned?”
I grinned, reaching for the elegant gift box I’d set on the nightstand. I placed it in her hands.
“Don’t open it yet,” I said softly. “Just take it to the bathroom, change into what’s inside, and then come find me in the main room. No peeking at anything else. Trust me?”
She bit her lower lip. It sure did turn me on. "Hope it's not for punishment," she laughed quietly. "Ohh, nothing of the sort today, my love. It's all pleasure of heart," he told her with a slow, lingering kiss.
She went to the hall bathroom, glancing back over her shoulder with that mix of excitement and shy wonder that made my heart squeeze.
After changing, I went to the balcony and lit the last few candles on the balcony table and stood by the sliding doors in my black suit, heart beating a little faster than usual.
When she emerged, the breath caught in my throat.
The red silk saree dbangd her like liquid fire—gold threads shimmering with every step, the pallu falling gracefully over one shoulder, and the blouse hugging her curves just right. Her hair was loose and slightly tousled from sleep, with minimal makeup and lips naturally flushed. She looked every bit the bride stepping into a dream, and the expression on her face was wide-eyed wonder, cheeks pink with delight.
She stopped a few feet away, eyes sweeping over me in the suit, then the softly lit balcony behind me, the candle glow reflecting in her gaze.
“Oh…” she breathed, voice trembling with happy surprise. “This… you did all this? For us?”
I stepped closer, taking both her hands in mine. “For you. For tonight. Consider, like, our honeymoon night.”
"It's perfect," she whispered.
“So are you,” I said quietly, lifting her hand to my lips. “Come. Dinner’s waiting.”
She squeezed my fingers, smile radiant, and let me lead her to the balcony table. I pulled out her chair, poured wine, and we ate slowly—feeding each other bites of prawn, laughing when sauce dripped, and wiping each other’s lips with thumbs and kisses. Just like a couple.
Conversation drifted from memories of the week to quiet dreams. She had forgotten that it all started with a video clip. She had forgotten about her husband and about her affair and was lost in the solace.
After the last bite of lava cake, I pulled her onto my lap before giving her ass a spank in the saree.Shesaree. laughed and sat down, her back to my chest, arms around her waist. We sat in silence for a long time, watching the night, her head resting on my shoulder, my lips brushing her temple every few minutes.
When the candles on the table burned, around the end, I stood and lifted her in a bridal carry. She complied in an instant. arms under her knees and back, eyes locked on hers the whole way. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gaze never wavering, a soft, awed smile on her lips.
I carried her inside. The moment we entered the room, she gasped quietly, delighted. Eyes darting over the petal-strewn bed, the glowing candles, and the scent of roses and wax.
“Oh my god…” she breathed. “This is… it’s like a dream.”
I set her down gently beside the bed, still holding her close. “Our honeymoon night,” I said softly. “Just us. No games tonight. Only love.”
Her eyes shimmered. “I’ve never felt this wanted.”
I kissed her forehead. “You are. Always.”
I handed her the lingerie box. “Change into this. I’ll be right here.”
She disappeared into the bathroom with her moving ass. When she returned, the saree was gone. The red baby doll hugged her curves—lace sheer over her breasts, the thong barely there as I could make out her pussy.
Confidence radiated from her stance, her walk, and the way she looked straight into my eyes. She was not the same shy wife but a bold lover.
I was only in my boxers. As she came closer, I grabbed her ass and pushed her on me and the bed. fell onto the petal-covered bed together.
Her breasts fell on my face. I could smell the warm scent that they were giving. Fingers slipping under lace straps, easing them down her shoulders, kissing the skin revealed inch by inch. We started to kiss all over the place.
No hurry. I kissed every part of her—neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs—until she was trembling. The tight red babydoll was perfect for her and for her bull.
Then I settled between her legs and entered her slowly and deeply, eyes locked. I moved the thong just sideways to reveal her majestic vagina.
With a slow pace, I started to eat her out. started with vulva licking from up and down. moved my tongue inside where I played with her labia lips. Going deeper inside, licking all the way to the entrance with my saliva. She was arising from my feast. In between eating, I would bite the clitoris; that's when I could hear shocked moans.
She used her hand to push deeper inside her pussy. With some time passed, the first orgasm came from a slow oral grind. It could taste the sweet honey that came out of her. She got in bliss and lay on the bed relaxing. I wanted to taste fully and keep her heated, so I continued to eat her pussy, licking her cum along the way.
Now as I was hard to the fullest and she was as wet as she could be, it was time for some sweet sex. We started with the missionary position. Her legs wrapped high—deep, steady strokes, my hand between us circling her clit, whispering how beautiful she looked coming undone, how perfect she felt. I bite and eat on boobs like a child. She was enjoying every bit of pushing them in my mouth.
Her leg got tight, and with some time of amazing missionary, she got her second orgasm. She came again, harder, thighs shaking, whispering my name like a prayer.
As she came back from her heaven, I played with her body. I was still balls deep inside as usual. I hold on because I wanted to cherish every ounce of pleasure that I could get from this night and from Mouni.
For the ending of the show, I guided her up so she straddled me again, knees planted on either side of my hips. She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch until we were locked together, her warmth enveloping me completely. She started riding with gentle rolls—hips circling in lazy, deep grinds, hands braced on my chest for balance.
“God, you feel incredible,” I whispered, thumbs stroking her thighs. “Just like this… slow, baby. Let it build.”
She smiled down at me, a little breathless, and picked up the pace—deeper now, faster, her breasts swaying with each rise and fall. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up gently at first, then firmer. Her breaths turned to soft moans, walls fluttering around me as she climbed higher.
Midway, I sat up suddenly, wrapping my arms around her waist, and flipped us in one smooth motion. She landed on her hands and knees, ass presented beautifully, back arched in that perfect curve I loved. I knelt behind her, sliding back inside with a slow, deep thrust that made her gasp my name.
Now with doggy style, it was just a matter of time. “Like this,” I murmured against her ear, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around her hanging boobs.
She pushed back, ass up to meet every stroke, our bodies slapping softly in rhythm. I kept the pace deep and controlled, watching her in the mirror across the room—her mouth open in silent cries, hair falling forward with bliss.
When her walls tightened hard around me, her whole body trembling as the third orgasm crashed through her—long, rolling waves that made her cry out softly, calling my name as I pulled out just as my own release hit.
We both came at the same time. Her pussy was filled now.
I still had some left, so I released from her vagina and stroked myself once, twice, then came hard across her lower back. Warm pulses painted her skin in thick, white ropes while she trembled beneath me, still riding the aftershocks.
I leaned over her, chest to her back, kissing along her spine. “So beautiful… you’re everything.”
We collapsed together sideways, her back to my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist, hand resting gently over the mess I’d left on her skin. She turned her head just enough to find my lips for a slow kiss.
“I love you,” I said—simple, raw, true. “Not just the nights. All of it. You. Us.”
Tears slipped from her eyes, but she smiled through them. “I love you too. So much.”
We kissed once more—slow, lingering—then I pulled the sheet over us. She curled into my chest, legs crossed with each other. Our breathing slowed together. The candles flickered lower as we fell to the sleep that awaited us wrapped in each other.
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