Misc. Erotica A Wife’s Revenge

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The pleasure inside me climbed past any point I could control.

Every deep, heavy thrust of Rajesh’s thick cock dragged against the most sensitive places along my inner walls. The thick shaft stretched my pussy perfectly on every stroke. The swollen head rubbed deep inside me while the base of his cock ground firmly against my swollen clit each time he bottomed out. My pussy began to tighten harder and harder around his cock. The muscles fluttered and clenched in irregular, uncontrollable spasms. My legs shook violently around his waist. My thighs trembled beyond any control I had left. My bare breasts heaved with every broken, gasping breath. My nipples stayed tightly peaked, scbanging against the hard muscle of his chest with each powerful movement of his body.
“Rajesh… I’m going to cum…” I gasped against his mouth, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop… I’m so close…”
He answered by fucking me even deeper. He kept the same powerful rhythm but added a firm, deliberate grind of his hips against mine at the end of every stroke. The base of his cock rubbed directly over my swollen clit again and again. The tension inside my lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, like a knot being pulled to its limit. Then it snapped.
My pussy clamped down hard around his thick cock.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Rajesh… mmmhh… ahhh…!”
A long, broken moan tore out of my throat and turned into a high, helpless cry. My inner walls pulsed and spasmed in strong, rhythmic waves, gripping and releasing his shaft over and over with powerful contractions.
“Nnnh… ahhh… I’m cumming… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Fresh, warm wetness spilled out of my pussy in a sudden rush. It coated his cock completely and dripped down onto the bed beneath us in sticky strands. My whole body trembled hard under him as the orgasm rolled through me in heavy, endless waves. My back arched clean off the mattress. My toes curled tightly. My pussy kept milking his cock in helpless, rhythmic contractions that I could not stop even if I wanted to. Soft, broken moans kept spilling from my open mouth with every pulse of pleasure.
“Ahh… ahh… mmm… ahhh… ahh…”
The feel of my climaxing pussy gripping and pulsing around his cock so tightly pushed Rajesh over the edge. His steady rhythm broke completely. He drove his cock as deep as it would go, burying himself to the hilt inside my spasming pussy, and let out a low, guttural groan against the side of my neck.
“Sudha… take it… take all of it… nnngh…”
His cock throbbed violently inside me. Thick, hot spurts of cum pumped deep into my pussy in heavy, rhythmic pulses. I felt every single jet of it — the first strong bursts flooding me, then the continuing pulses filling me completely until I could feel the warm wetness of his cum mixing with my own juices. He kept grinding his hips against mine through his orgasm, his cock jerking and spilling everything he had while my pussy continued to clench and flutter around him, drawing out every last drop. Soft, satisfied moans still left my lips with each fading spasm of my orgasm.
“Mmm… ahh… ahh… mmm…”
We stayed tightly hugging each other afterward, both of us trembling. His cock remained buried deep inside my pussy, still twitching with the final aftershocks. My inner walls kept pulsing softly around his shaft in slow, fading waves. The blanket had half-fallen off the bed onto the floor. My legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, hugging him, holding him deep inside me. The only sounds in the room were our rough, uneven breathing and the faint wet shift of his cock still seated deep in my cum-filled pussy.
The dream had become completely real. I had taken every inch of him and every drop he gave me, and I had given him everything in return.


We stayed tightly hugging each other for a long time.
Rajesh’s cock remained buried deep inside my pussy, slowly softening but still thick enough that I could feel every small twitch. My inner walls continued to pulse around him in soft, fading waves. His warm cum and my own wetness mixed inside me and slowly leaked out around the base of his cock, wetting my inner thighs and the sheet beneath us. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, hugging him, holding him close. My bare breasts remained pressed against his chest. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart gradually slowing against my own.
His face stayed buried against the side of my neck. His warm breath washed over my skin with every exhale. One of his hands stroked slowly up and down my side, from the curve of my waist to the outer edge of my breast and back again. The other hand rested under my hip, keeping me against him. I kept my arms around his shoulders, fingers lightly tracing the damp skin of his back.
The room was quiet except for our breathing. The air smelled of sex, sweat, and the mild scent of his skin. My body felt heavy and open and completely used in the best way. A pleasant, deep ache remained between my legs where his cock had stretched me. My nipples were still sensitive, brushing against his chest with every small movement.
After several long minutes he lifted his head and looked at me. His dark eyes were softer than I had ever seen them. He raised one hand and brushed a few strands of hair away from my face, then leaned down and placed a slow, gentle kiss on my lips — not hungry this time, just warm and lingering.
“You felt even better than the dream,” he said quietly against my mouth.
I smiled, still a little breathless.
“It didn’t feel like a dream anymore,” I whispered back. “It felt real. Completely real.”
He kissed me again, softer still, then rested his forehead against mine. His cock slipped a little further out of my pussy as it softened, and a fresh trickle of his cum followed it, warm against my skin. Neither of us moved to separate fully. We stayed hugging, bodies sticky and close, breathing the same air, while the last tremors of pleasure slowly faded from our limbs.


We stayed tightly hugging each other for a long while afterward.
Rajesh’s cock had softened inside me but still rested thick and warm within my pussy. Every small shift of our bodies made me feel the slick mixture of his cum and my own wetness slowly leaking out around his shaft and down the curve of my ass onto the sheet. My inner walls continued to give occasional soft, involuntary pulses around him, the last echoes of the intense orgasm. My bare breasts remained pressed against his chest; I could feel the steady slowing of his heartbeat against my own. One of his hands rested under my hip, keeping me close, while the other stroked slowly up and down the damp skin of my side. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, hugging him, heels resting lightly against the backs of his thighs.
I traced small, idle circles on his back with my fingertips, feeling the residual tremble that still lived in my own thighs and lower belly. A playful, naughty curiosity rose in me as the heavy physical satisfaction settled deeper into my bones. I shifted slightly under him so I could see his face more clearly. The low light of the room caught the dark shine of his eyes and the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.
I spoke in a soft, teasing voice, still a little breathless.
“How was my pussy?”
Rajesh let out a low, quiet laugh against the side of my neck. The vibration of it travelled through my skin. He lifted his head and looked at me properly, dark eyes still heavy with pleasure. His hand slid down between our bodies and gently cupped my cum-filled pussy from below. His fingers felt the swollen, wet lips and the sticky heat where his cock had been only minutes earlier. He gave my pussy a slow, affectionate squeeze, feeling the softness and the lingering wetness.
“Your pussy was perfect,” he said, voice low and honest. “Tight… wet… the way it gripped me when you came… I felt everything. Every pulse. Every time it tried to pull me deeper.”
I smiled, a little shy and a little proud at the same time. Then I spoke more softly, almost confessional, the words leaving me before I could stop them.
“You are the only one other than my husband who has gotten to have my pussy.”
Rajesh’s eyes darkened with something deeper and more intense. His fingers continued to stroke my wet pussy lips slowly, spreading the mixture of our fluids, as he answered.
“That’s why it was so tight,” he murmured. “I could feel it the moment I pushed inside… the way it stretched around me, the way it held me so completely. It felt like it had only ever belonged to one man before tonight.”
I looked into his eyes and felt a quiet, full happiness settle inside my chest — warm, heavy, and unexpected. The revenge, the long night, the fear, even the dream itself, all felt distant. What remained was the simple, physical truth of my body still open and filled under his hand, and the calm certainty in my own heart.
“I’m happy,” I whispered. “Really happy right now.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, hugging him closer, and felt another small trickle of his cum slip out of my pussy onto his fingers. He kept his hand there, cupping me gently, while we continued to hold each other in the quiet room, skin against skin, breathing the same air.


We remained tightly hugging on the bed, skin against skin.
Rajesh’s softened cock still rested inside my pussy, thick enough that I could feel its warm weight with every small breath. A slow, continuous trickle of his cum mixed with my own wetness leaked out around his shaft and ran down the curve of my ass onto the sheet. My inner walls gave occasional soft, involuntary pulses around him, the last echoes of the intense orgasm. My bare breasts stayed pressed against his chest; I could feel the steady beat of his heart under my cheek. One of his hands rested under my hip, keeping me close, while the other remained cupped gently over my cum-filled pussy, fingers resting against the swollen, sensitive lips.
I traced the line of his shoulder with my fingertips, following the damp skin down to his upper arm, and spoke softly. The words came from a place that still felt half-dreamlike, as if the boundary between sleep and reality had not fully returned.
“I used to wake up wet almost every morning because of you,” I said, my voice quiet and open. “The same dark face… the same mouth… I fantasized about kissing you for a long time. I imagined your hands on my breasts, on my waist, between my legs. I imagined taking you inside my body. Sometimes I felt guilty when I opened my eyes and saw my husband sleeping beside me, but I still couldn’t stop the dreams. They kept coming. And tonight God made my dream come true. You are real. Everything I imagined is real. Your cock is still inside me right now.”
Rajesh looked at me for a long moment. His dark eyes searched mine in the low light. His fingers moved slowly over my pussy, feeling the wetness and the softness, not with hunger this time but with quiet possession.
“Will you forget me after tonight, Sudha?” he asked, his voice low and steady.
I shook my head at once. The movement made my heavy breasts shift against his chest.
“No. I won’t forget you.”
A small chuckle left me. I brushed my thumb across his lower lip, feeling the warmth of it, and added almost playfully,
“You’re my Dream Boy.”
Rajesh gave a low, amused breath that I felt more than heard. He squeezed my pussy lightly — just enough to make a soft, wet sound — and answered,
“I’m not a boy anymore. I’m forty-two.”
I smiled, still feeling the pleasant, deep ache between my legs where his cock had stretched me open. My voice dropped to a whisper, honest and full.
“You were great,” I told him. “I loved every second. The way you kissed me… the way your mouth felt when you licked my pussy… the way your thick cock filled me so completely. I enjoyed everything. More than I ever thought I could. My body is still trembling because of you. My pussy is still open and full of your cum because of you.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, hugging him closer, and rested my forehead against his. Our breaths mixed in the small space between our faces. The quiet happiness in my chest remained steady and full. The dream had not only come true — it had been better, heavier, and more real than anything I had imagined while lying alone in my own bed at home.


We remained tightly hugging, his softened cock still resting warmly inside my pussy, the slow leak of his cum continuing to wet my inner thighs. The heavy satisfaction in my body had settled into a deep, pleasant ache. I kept tracing small circles on his shoulder while our breathing stayed slow and matched.
Rajesh looked at me with a faint, playful glint in his dark eyes. His voice came out low and lightly teasing.
“Then come with me to my house, Sudha. We can enjoy like this every day.”
I let out a soft breath that was almost a laugh and shook my head against the pillow.
“I love my husband,” I said clearly, though my legs were still wrapped around Rajesh’s waist and his cock was still inside me. “I won’t leave him.”
Rajesh’s expression softened at once. He accepted the words without argument. His hand left my pussy and rose to my face. He gently pinched both of my cheeks between his thumb and fingers, the way someone might tease a person they had grown fond of, and spoke in the same quiet, amused tone.
“I know. I’m not asking you to leave him. I’m only saying I’m here… for extra pleasure. Whenever you need it.”
The simple honesty in his voice made a small laugh rise from my chest. I laughed softly, and he laughed with me — low and brief, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. The laughter made his softened cock shift slightly inside my pussy and caused another warm trickle of cum to slip out of me. We stayed hugging through the quiet laughter, skin sticky and close, the weight of the long night finally easing into something lighter and almost tender.


The quiet laughter faded. We remained tightly hugging on the bed, his softened cock still resting inside my pussy, our skin warm and sticky where our bodies touched. My bare breasts stayed pressed against his chest. The slow leak of his cum continued to wet my inner thighs and the sheet beneath us. For a long moment neither of us spoke. Only our breathing filled the room.
Then Rajesh lifted his head slightly and looked at me with steady, serious eyes. His voice was low and certain.
“Don’t worry about Santosh anymore. Sleep peacefully tonight. I will kill him. When it is done I will give you the good news myself.”
A heavy calm settled over me at his words. The cold purpose that had driven me through the entire day and night finally felt as if it had been placed in someone else’s hands. I nodded once.
“Send me his address, his location, and a clear photo,” Rajesh continued. “Everything you have. I will take care of the rest.”
I reached for my phone on the side table without fully separating from him. His cock slipped a little further out of my pussy as I moved, and a fresh trickle of cum followed. I unlocked the screen, opened WhatsApp, and sent him Santosh’s home address, the approximate location of the construction site, and the most recent clear photo I had of him. The messages showed as delivered. I placed the phone back on the table and turned fully into Rajesh’s arms again.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his chest. “Thank you, Rajesh.”
He wrapped both arms around me and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around him in return. We hugged each other tightly, legs tangled, my face resting against the side of his neck, his hand slowly stroking the damp skin of my back. The last of the tension left my body. The revenge, the long search, the fear, the shame, and the overwhelming pleasure all settled into a deep, exhausted quiet.
Slowly our breathing evened out. His hand on my back grew still. My eyes closed. Still hugging each other, still sticky and open and close, we both drifted into sleep.