02-01-2019, 11:50 AM
In the evening, Kajol was discussing the night’s menu with me, when Riz called.
“Yaar, got stuck up”, he sounded distraught, “Can’t turn up tonight…”
“Why, what happened?”
“Arre wo, clients,… …, bloody son of a …, Kajol hai na, … zara usse phone de to …”
I put the cell on loudspeaker mode and handed it over to her.
:”Hello?”
Riz’s harried voice broke from the other end.
“Kajolji, sorry sorry sorry. Nahin aa pa rahahun aaj. Phans gaya hun clients ki chakkar mein… abhi abhi khabar diya ki raat ko hi milenge. Kya karun. Sorry Kajolji.”
She sensed his agony and said “Koi baat nahin. Itni chinta mat kijiye.”
And then the glint of mischief appeared in her eyes and she continued.
“Lekin, mein itne saare jo khana banaya hai, uska sab kya karun?” She smiled at me.
From the other end, Riz’s voice started sounding desperate. “Kajolji sorry. Kan pakad raha hun. Sorry, sorry. Mere hisse ka, sab fridge me dal do. Kal aakar sab khajaunga.”
She dissolved into sweet peals of laughter and assured him that she was joking only and that he would have a fresh dinner the next day when he had promised to come. Thereafter they chatted a bit more and she handed over the mobile to me.
Now it was my turn to put a few more turns of the screw.
“Kyunbe, pehle to itni badi badi baat kar raha tha, maal se milne ka. Aur jab time aya to khud maidan se bhaag…”
“Teri to #@$#@...”, he shouted from the other end.” Wait, just you wait. Kal pahunch jaunga tere wahan aur tujhe dikha dunga ki Kajolse kitna muhabbat karta hun.”
I laughed out loud and advised him to attend to his meetings first. Anyway, as he was staying at Delhi for a couple more days, it was okay. We would be meeting the next day.
We had a frugal dinner and I retired to bed while Kajol switched on the table lamp on her study table and sat down with her books. Off late, she had begun to spend a couple of hours in the night for her studies. Needless to mention that, it provided a dampener on our on the bed exercises. However, as we told each other, her studies were important for both of us.
It must have been past midnight and I was in a lucid dream where miss tight pants from HR was sitting on my lap when I woke up to the fact that Kajol had sidled into the blanket for a snuggle. After warming up a bit, her hand snaked into my pajama and caught hold of my manhood. It was erect immediately.
“Seems like, someone else is also very interested to meet me”, she whispered in a husky voice with an obvious reference to Riz.
“Sach bolun?”, I laughed as she undid the strings and pulled off the pajama completely. She didn’t respond but engulfed my dong in her mouth completely and started methodically lubricating it thereby starting to send me to heaven.
Eventually, she gave a strong suck-kiss to the tip and said “Biwi ke liye aashiq jugad karne ke liye thanks”, she kissed again, “haan bolo kya keh rahe the.”
“Arre Riz ke baat chhodo, mein to Chikni Chut ke bare me soch raha tha.”
“Wo kaun?” She had removed her nightie.
“Ek naya chidi aiyi hai, HR me. Kya mast maal … saali ki tight pants… aha ha aha ha…”
“Achha, ye baat hai. Aur mein soch rahi thi ki mera pati parameswar sirf ek bhondu hi hai”, she teased back. “Kaafi tarakki ho gaya hai … janab ka…”
Adroitly, she turned around placing her cunt directly over my face to get into the sixty-nine position. “Hot pants, cold pants sab baad me. Abhi, shuru karo.”
I latched onto the soft nether lips which eventually parted with the onslaught of my tongue and then her juices started flowing, slowly at first and then in a gush drenching my face totally. The blanket had been cast aside and as I anticipated, she stopped sucking me and climbed over. Expertly, her vaginal walls engulfed my thong and she started humping me hard. Huck, huck, huck; she rode and in about ten minutes, I could control no longer and exploded inside her. She continued bobbing up and down, ultimately reaching the point of no return. I knew when she reached her climax for she grabbed my chest hard and letting out a strong breath collapsed on me. We stayed in that position till we caught our breath. Then she reached out a hand towel to wipe my face off her cunt juice and started kissing there all over.
As the post coital languor melted into a deep sleep, I wondered how lucky I was to have her.
“Yaar, got stuck up”, he sounded distraught, “Can’t turn up tonight…”
“Why, what happened?”
“Arre wo, clients,… …, bloody son of a …, Kajol hai na, … zara usse phone de to …”
I put the cell on loudspeaker mode and handed it over to her.
:”Hello?”
Riz’s harried voice broke from the other end.
“Kajolji, sorry sorry sorry. Nahin aa pa rahahun aaj. Phans gaya hun clients ki chakkar mein… abhi abhi khabar diya ki raat ko hi milenge. Kya karun. Sorry Kajolji.”
She sensed his agony and said “Koi baat nahin. Itni chinta mat kijiye.”
And then the glint of mischief appeared in her eyes and she continued.
“Lekin, mein itne saare jo khana banaya hai, uska sab kya karun?” She smiled at me.
From the other end, Riz’s voice started sounding desperate. “Kajolji sorry. Kan pakad raha hun. Sorry, sorry. Mere hisse ka, sab fridge me dal do. Kal aakar sab khajaunga.”
She dissolved into sweet peals of laughter and assured him that she was joking only and that he would have a fresh dinner the next day when he had promised to come. Thereafter they chatted a bit more and she handed over the mobile to me.
Now it was my turn to put a few more turns of the screw.
“Kyunbe, pehle to itni badi badi baat kar raha tha, maal se milne ka. Aur jab time aya to khud maidan se bhaag…”
“Teri to #@$#@...”, he shouted from the other end.” Wait, just you wait. Kal pahunch jaunga tere wahan aur tujhe dikha dunga ki Kajolse kitna muhabbat karta hun.”
I laughed out loud and advised him to attend to his meetings first. Anyway, as he was staying at Delhi for a couple more days, it was okay. We would be meeting the next day.
We had a frugal dinner and I retired to bed while Kajol switched on the table lamp on her study table and sat down with her books. Off late, she had begun to spend a couple of hours in the night for her studies. Needless to mention that, it provided a dampener on our on the bed exercises. However, as we told each other, her studies were important for both of us.
It must have been past midnight and I was in a lucid dream where miss tight pants from HR was sitting on my lap when I woke up to the fact that Kajol had sidled into the blanket for a snuggle. After warming up a bit, her hand snaked into my pajama and caught hold of my manhood. It was erect immediately.
“Seems like, someone else is also very interested to meet me”, she whispered in a husky voice with an obvious reference to Riz.
“Sach bolun?”, I laughed as she undid the strings and pulled off the pajama completely. She didn’t respond but engulfed my dong in her mouth completely and started methodically lubricating it thereby starting to send me to heaven.
Eventually, she gave a strong suck-kiss to the tip and said “Biwi ke liye aashiq jugad karne ke liye thanks”, she kissed again, “haan bolo kya keh rahe the.”
“Arre Riz ke baat chhodo, mein to Chikni Chut ke bare me soch raha tha.”
“Wo kaun?” She had removed her nightie.
“Ek naya chidi aiyi hai, HR me. Kya mast maal … saali ki tight pants… aha ha aha ha…”
“Achha, ye baat hai. Aur mein soch rahi thi ki mera pati parameswar sirf ek bhondu hi hai”, she teased back. “Kaafi tarakki ho gaya hai … janab ka…”
Adroitly, she turned around placing her cunt directly over my face to get into the sixty-nine position. “Hot pants, cold pants sab baad me. Abhi, shuru karo.”
I latched onto the soft nether lips which eventually parted with the onslaught of my tongue and then her juices started flowing, slowly at first and then in a gush drenching my face totally. The blanket had been cast aside and as I anticipated, she stopped sucking me and climbed over. Expertly, her vaginal walls engulfed my thong and she started humping me hard. Huck, huck, huck; she rode and in about ten minutes, I could control no longer and exploded inside her. She continued bobbing up and down, ultimately reaching the point of no return. I knew when she reached her climax for she grabbed my chest hard and letting out a strong breath collapsed on me. We stayed in that position till we caught our breath. Then she reached out a hand towel to wipe my face off her cunt juice and started kissing there all over.
As the post coital languor melted into a deep sleep, I wondered how lucky I was to have her.
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