Misc. Erotica The Goddess (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

[novelistcasanova]

I was standing at the stove in my white nighty. The white nighty hung loosely over my body, the hem resting against my calves. Underneath it I wore only my white bra and my white panties. My left hand rested on the edge of the stove while my right hand slowly moved the ladle through the sambar. Mustard seeds and curry leaves floated on the surface. On the second burner the idli steamer released quiet clouds of steam. The kitchen smelled of hot rice batter and spices.

Even while I stirred, the thought of the coming month sat heavily in my chest. My husband would be in Chennai for thirty days. The house would feel empty. I would walk to the Seed Sowing Festival without him beside me. The quiet missing had already started, and with it a low, restless horniness that refused to settle.
I heard his footsteps. My husband came into the kitchen wearing his white shirt and white dhoti. He did not speak at first. He simply stepped behind me and pressed himself against my back. Through my white nighty and his white dhoti I felt him at once — he was already completely hard. The thick, heavy shape of his cock pushed firmly against the soft curve of my ass and stayed there, warm and insistent. It throbbed once, strongly.
His arms came around my waist over my white nighty and he hugged me tightly from behind, drawing my body fully back against his so that my ass pressed into every hard inch of his cock. He lowered his head and kissed the side of my neck, slow and open-mouthed. His lips lingered. He kissed the same place again, then moved a little lower, still kissing, while his hips gave a gentle but deliberate grind that rubbed his hard cock up and down against my ass.
“I can’t leave for a whole month without feeling you first,” he whispered against my neck, voice already rough with hunger.
“The bus is in less than an hour. Let me touch you properly before I go.”
The words sent a sharp pulse of heat straight down between my legs. I was already missing him, and the thick proof of how much he needed me made the missing turn into open desire. From the living room I could hear the low voices of our three sons. The risk only heightened the heat. I reached back, turned off the stove, and let the ladle rest against the side of the pot.
Then I stepped a little away from him, turned to face him, and looked into his eyes. My hands went to the hem of my white nighty. Slowly, deliberately, I began lifting it myself. I pulled my white nighty up over my thighs, feeling the air touch my skin inch by inch. I drew it over my hips, over my waist, over my white bra, and higher still until I pulled it completely off my arms and over my head. I dropped my white nighty onto the kitchen floor and stood in front of him in only my white bra and my white panties.
“Then enjoy me as much as you can,” I said softly, my voice already thick.
“Before you leave.”
His eyes moved over me with open hunger — the full, heavy shape of my breasts inside the white bra, the bare skin of my stomach and waist, the soft mound of my pussy under the white panties, the curve of my hips and thighs. He looked at me as if he was trying to memorise every part. His breathing grew heavier. The thick outline of his hard cock under the white dhoti was unmistakable.

He stepped close and hugged me fully. My heavy breasts crushed against his chest through the white bra and his white shirt. His hard cock pressed directly against my lower stomach and the upper mound of my pussy through his white dhoti and my white panties. He kissed me on the mouth, deep and hungry. His tongue pushed between my lips and I met it with mine, kissing him back with the same urgency. Both of his hands slid down and grabbed my ass cheeks over the white panties, squeezing and pulling me tighter against him so that my pussy rubbed against the hard ridge of his cock.

I kissed him harder. My arms went around his neck. Soft, helpless sounds left my throat into his mouth. One of his hands came up between us, pulled both cups of my white bra down in one movement, and freed my heavy breasts. The white bra stayed hooked around my ribs, framing my bare breasts. He cupped them at once, his palms filling with the soft weight, his thumbs brushing over my already tight nipples while he continued to kiss me deeply. The other hand stayed on my ass, kneading both cheeks through the thin white panties.

I was getting extremely wet. The panel of my white panties clung damply to the clean-shaved lips of my pussy as the wetness spread. Every time his cock rubbed against me through the clothes, another pulse of heat went through me. He broke the kiss only to lower his head and take one of my bare nipples between his lips. He sucked it slowly, deeply, while his fingers continued squeezing the other breast. The pleasure shot straight down between my legs. My pussy throbbed inside the wet white panties. I held the back of his head and pressed my breast more firmly into his mouth, already so horny that my thighs felt weak and my breathing had turned into short, open gasps.
He kissed his way back up to my mouth and hugged me even tighter, his hard cock rubbing insistently against my lower stomach and the upper mound of my pussy. My bare breasts were crushed against his white shirt. His hands kept moving — one squeezing my breast, one gripping my ass — while he kissed me with open hunger. I was lost in the heat, extremely wet, extremely ready, the coming month of emptiness already forgotten in the urgent need of the moment. My white panties were soaked. My nipples were tight and wet from his mouth. My body was aching for more.

That was when I opened my eyes for a second and looked past his shoulder.

Standing in the kitchen doorway were my three sons — Manish, Rakesh and Rahul — and Manish’s friend Kumar. All four of them were frozen in place, staring. Their eyes were fixed on my bare breasts pressed against my husband’s chest, on his hands gripping my ass over the white panties, on the way I was kissing him back with complete, open hunger.
The shock hit me like cold water.