Yesterday, 04:12 PM
The wind wrapped around my naked body like warm hands and guided me backward, step by slow step. My bare feet moved across the floor without my full will. The edge of the bed touched the back of my thighs. I sank down until I was sitting, then the wind eased me onto my back. My breasts settled, heavy and bare, nipples already hard in the moving air. My legs parted on their own, opening wider than I meant them to. The familiar smell stayed close, drifting warm against my neck, across my breasts, and down between my thighs.
Oh my god… it is taking me to the bed. What is happening to me? Why am I not stopping this?
Weight settled over me, full and warm, pressing my breasts flat against my chest. The pressure felt solid even though I could not see anyone. A hard cock pushed against my wet pussy, thick and hot, resting right at my entrance without entering yet. I gasped, the sound small and shaky. My hands rose on their own and gripped shoulders that were not fully there. The smell I loved filled my lungs and made my whole body weak, my thighs trembling where they lay open.
Mm… I can feel the cock. It is right there. Why does my pussy want it so badly? Why am I already so wet?
The cock pressed a little harder, sliding just the head against my soaked entrance, teasing without pushing in. My hips lifted a fraction without permission, seeking more. Heat throbbed deep between my thighs. My nipples ached where they were pressed under the weight. Every breath pulled more of the familiar scent into me and made the ache sharper.
Uff… why am I like this? Why can’t I close my legs? Oh god… I want it inside. What is wrong with me?
I lay there, completely naked, legs spread, pussy wet and pulsing against the cock that waited, the wind and the smell holding me open and helpless and horny, every second stretching longer as I waited for what would come next.
The cock pressed forward, the thick head parting my wet pussy slowly. I felt the stretch begin, inch by inch, my pussy opening around it. When the cock finally sank all the way in, my walls clenched hard around the full length. A long moan left me before I could stop it.
“Ahhh… mmm… ohh…”
The weight on top of me grew heavier, pressing my bare breasts flat. My hard nipples rubbed against the invisible chest with every tiny shift of the body above me. The familiar smell drifted across my neck and filled my lungs.
Oh my god… it is all the way inside me. Mm… so deep. Why does my pussy feel this good around it?
The cock pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside, the drag against my wet walls making my thighs tremble. Then it pushed in again, long and steady, filling my pussy completely. Wetness spread and leaked around the shaft. My hips lifted a fraction on their own to meet the next stroke. Another moan slipped free.
“Ohh… ahhh… mmm…”
Uff… it is moving so slow. Oh god, every time it goes deep… why am I enjoying this so much? What is happening to me?
I wrapped my legs around the hips above me. My heels rested against the back of invisible thighs and pulled without full permission. Each thrust dragged firmly along the sensitive walls of my pussy and pressed hard against the deepest part of me. My breasts shifted and pressed under the weight, hard nipples aching. Pleasure built in slow, heavy waves, spreading from my pussy up into my belly and across my chest. Soft, helpless sounds kept leaving my throat with every stroke.
“Mmm… ahh… ohhh… mmm…”
Mm… deeper. Please go deeper. Why can’t I stop wanting more? Oh my god… I love how this cock feels inside me.
The cock stayed buried for a moment and ground in small, slow circles, stirring inside my soaked pussy, before thrusting again in the same long, unhurried rhythm. My pussy grew wetter with every movement. The smell I loved wrapped tighter around me and kept me pinned, legs open, body weak and horny, every slow stroke stretching the pleasure out until I could think of nothing else but the cock moving inside me and the moans I could not hold back.
The cock began to move harder. Each thrust drove deeper into my pussy, the pace still controlled but heavier now, the head pressing firmly against the deepest part of me before pulling back. My walls clenched and released around it with every stroke. A louder moan tore from my throat.
“Ahhh… ohhh… mmm… ahh…”
My breasts bounced under the weight, hard nipples dragging against the invisible chest. The familiar smell grew thicker, filling every breath and making my thighs weaken further. Wetness leaked steadily around the cock and onto the sheet beneath me.
Oh my god… it is fucking me harder. Mm… yes… why does this feel even better?
I locked my legs tighter around the hips above me and lifted to meet the next thrust. The cock sank all the way in and stayed there for a second, grinding slowly, stirring inside my soaked pussy. Pleasure rolled through my belly in thick waves. Another broken sound left me.
“Uhh… ahhh… mmm…”
Uff… so deep. Oh god, I can feel every bit of it. What is wrong with me? Why do I want it harder?
The thrusts turned steadier and more insistent. The cock pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a firm, hungry stroke that made my whole body shift on the bed. My pussy fluttered and gripped. My hard nipples ached. I could not stop the moans or the way my hips kept rising.
“Ohh… ahh… mmm… ohhh…”
Mm… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh my god… I am so wet. Why does every thrust make me want more?
The cock kept fucking me in that deep, relentless rhythm, the familiar smell wrapped tight around my naked body, my legs spread wide and trembling, my pussy soaking and clenching around every stroke while helpless, horny sounds spilled from my mouth.
The cock drove into my pussy harder still. Each thrust landed deep and heavy, the head striking the furthest point inside me before dragging back through my soaked walls. My whole body shifted on the bed with the force. A sharp moan broke from me.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… ahhh…”
My breasts bounced freely under the weight, hard nipples aching and sensitive. The familiar smell thickened until it filled every breath, making my thighs shake and my pussy clench tighter around the cock. Wetness leaked in steady pulses onto the sheet.
Oh my god… it is so deep now. Uff… yes… why does my body keep taking it like this?
I dug my heels into the invisible thighs and pulled the cock deeper on the next stroke. It sank all the way in and ground hard, stirring inside my pussy until pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly. Another helpless sound left my throat.
“Ohhh… ahh… mmm… uff…”
Mm… I can feel it everywhere. Oh god, I am going to lose my mind. What is happening to me? Why do I need it harder?
The rhythm turned relentless. The cock pulled almost free, then slammed back in, over and over, each stroke wet and firm. My pussy fluttered and gripped desperately. My hips rose to meet every thrust. I could not stop the moans or the way my legs stayed locked open.
“Ahh… ohhh… mmm… ahhh… oh god…”
Uff… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh my god… I am so close. Why does this feel so perfect?
The cock kept fucking me in that deep, pounding rhythm, the familiar smell wrapped tight around my naked, trembling body, my pussy soaking and clenching around every heavy stroke while broken, horny moans spilled freely from my mouth.
The cock drove into my pussy one final deep thrust and stayed buried. My walls clenched hard around it. Pleasure snapped tight and then broke. I came with a sharp, broken cry, my whole body shaking.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… ahhh… ohhh…”
My pussy pulsed and fluttered wildly around the cock, milking it as wave after wave rolled through my belly and up into my breasts. My hard nipples ached. My thighs trembled and locked tighter. The familiar smell flooded my lungs and kept me open and helpless while I came.
Oh my god… I am cumming. Uff… so hard… why does this feel so good? What is happening to me?
The cock swelled inside my still-pulsing pussy and began to release. Thick spurts of cum flooded deep into me, pulse after heavy pulse. I felt every jet fill me. More moans spilled out as my orgasm continued.
“Mmm… ahh… ohhh… mmm…”
Mm… it is cumming inside me. Oh god… so much… I can feel it. Why do I love this?
I held on, legs wrapped tight, taking every drop while my pussy kept clenching around the cock. Cum leaked around the cock and onto the sheet. The weight stayed on me until the last pulse finished. My body slowly softened, still trembling, still full.
The presence eased. Exhaustion and deep satisfaction pulled me under. I fell asleep naked on the bed, legs still parted, pussy leaking, the familiar smell lingering on my breasts and between my thighs, completely spent.
In the evening the front door knocked. I woke with a start, still naked on the bed, pussy leaking. I sat up quickly, grabbed my panties from the floor, and pulled them on. They settled against my sensitive pussy. I pulled my white nighty over my head and smoothed it down over my breasts. My hair was loose. I walked to the door and opened it.
My husband stood there with the boys behind him. None of them were smiling.
“We are back,” he said. His voice was flat.
I stepped aside. The boys walked in quietly and went toward their room. My husband set his bag down and sat at the dining table without looking at me. I went to the kitchen and prepared coffee and a few snacks. When I placed the cup in front of him he nodded once and drank in silence. The boys did not come out. The house felt heavy.
Later I cooked dinner and served them. My husband ate little. The boys pushed their food around and spoke in short sentences. No one laughed. After they finished I cleared the plates. The boys went to their room. My husband went to our bedroom and lay on the bed, still dressed, waiting.
I went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then stood under a hot shower. Water ran over my breasts and between my thighs. I washed carefully, thinking of my husband waiting, thinking he needed to relieve his tension. When I finished I dried myself, put on fresh panties, and pulled my nighty back on. I walked to the bedroom and settled on the bed beside him.
My husband turned toward me. His hand moved to lift my nighty. At that moment the wind entered the room. The familiar smell hit him full in the face. His hand stopped. His eyes lost focus. He pulled his hand back and lay down again.
“I am not interested,” he said. “I feel sleepy.”
He turned onto his side and closed his eyes. I lay still beside him, nighty covering my body, panties dry and untouched. The smell lingered for a few seconds, then faded. That was when I realized it. There was something in the house. Something that did not want my husband to touch me.
The next morning, after my husband and the boys left, I decided to go to Prema’s house. I needed to tell her what was happening. I wore my dark green chiffon saree with the matching dark green blouse, my white petticoat tied low, my white bra, and black panties underneath. The saree sat neatly, but I could already feel a faint heat between my thighs as I locked the door and walked the ten streets to her house.
When I reached, several of her husband’s relatives were sitting in the hall. Prema saw me and smiled, but her eyes warned me. We could not talk freely. I sat for a few minutes, answered polite questions, then leaned closer when the others were distracted.
“Can you come to my house?” I asked quietly. “I need to talk to you alone.”
Prema shook her head. “The pooja is still going on. I cannot step into anyone else’s house for these ten days. You know that.”
I nodded. Disappointment sat in my chest.
“The remaining days I will not be free,” she said. “Too many people coming and going. But in nine days, when the period ends, I will come to your house myself. Then we can talk properly.”
“Okay,” I said. “Nine days.”
I stood, adjusted my dark green chiffon saree, and left. The short walk home felt longer than usual.
For the next nine days the wind came every afternoon after my husband and the boys left, and again at night after they slept. It kept me horny without rest. The familiar smell would fill the bedroom, my hands would remove my nighty and panties, and the cock would fuck my pussy slowly and deeply until I came, shaking and moaning into the pillow. Cum filled me each time. I woke wet and satisfied, yet the moment my husband or the boys were home the presence stayed away. They remained unhappy. Orders kept failing. The boys could not focus on their studies. I watched them and said nothing, counting the days until Prema could come and I could finally speak.
Oh my god… it is taking me to the bed. What is happening to me? Why am I not stopping this?
Weight settled over me, full and warm, pressing my breasts flat against my chest. The pressure felt solid even though I could not see anyone. A hard cock pushed against my wet pussy, thick and hot, resting right at my entrance without entering yet. I gasped, the sound small and shaky. My hands rose on their own and gripped shoulders that were not fully there. The smell I loved filled my lungs and made my whole body weak, my thighs trembling where they lay open.
Mm… I can feel the cock. It is right there. Why does my pussy want it so badly? Why am I already so wet?
The cock pressed a little harder, sliding just the head against my soaked entrance, teasing without pushing in. My hips lifted a fraction without permission, seeking more. Heat throbbed deep between my thighs. My nipples ached where they were pressed under the weight. Every breath pulled more of the familiar scent into me and made the ache sharper.
Uff… why am I like this? Why can’t I close my legs? Oh god… I want it inside. What is wrong with me?
I lay there, completely naked, legs spread, pussy wet and pulsing against the cock that waited, the wind and the smell holding me open and helpless and horny, every second stretching longer as I waited for what would come next.
The cock pressed forward, the thick head parting my wet pussy slowly. I felt the stretch begin, inch by inch, my pussy opening around it. When the cock finally sank all the way in, my walls clenched hard around the full length. A long moan left me before I could stop it.
“Ahhh… mmm… ohh…”
The weight on top of me grew heavier, pressing my bare breasts flat. My hard nipples rubbed against the invisible chest with every tiny shift of the body above me. The familiar smell drifted across my neck and filled my lungs.
Oh my god… it is all the way inside me. Mm… so deep. Why does my pussy feel this good around it?
The cock pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside, the drag against my wet walls making my thighs tremble. Then it pushed in again, long and steady, filling my pussy completely. Wetness spread and leaked around the shaft. My hips lifted a fraction on their own to meet the next stroke. Another moan slipped free.
“Ohh… ahhh… mmm…”
Uff… it is moving so slow. Oh god, every time it goes deep… why am I enjoying this so much? What is happening to me?
I wrapped my legs around the hips above me. My heels rested against the back of invisible thighs and pulled without full permission. Each thrust dragged firmly along the sensitive walls of my pussy and pressed hard against the deepest part of me. My breasts shifted and pressed under the weight, hard nipples aching. Pleasure built in slow, heavy waves, spreading from my pussy up into my belly and across my chest. Soft, helpless sounds kept leaving my throat with every stroke.
“Mmm… ahh… ohhh… mmm…”
Mm… deeper. Please go deeper. Why can’t I stop wanting more? Oh my god… I love how this cock feels inside me.
The cock stayed buried for a moment and ground in small, slow circles, stirring inside my soaked pussy, before thrusting again in the same long, unhurried rhythm. My pussy grew wetter with every movement. The smell I loved wrapped tighter around me and kept me pinned, legs open, body weak and horny, every slow stroke stretching the pleasure out until I could think of nothing else but the cock moving inside me and the moans I could not hold back.
The cock began to move harder. Each thrust drove deeper into my pussy, the pace still controlled but heavier now, the head pressing firmly against the deepest part of me before pulling back. My walls clenched and released around it with every stroke. A louder moan tore from my throat.
“Ahhh… ohhh… mmm… ahh…”
My breasts bounced under the weight, hard nipples dragging against the invisible chest. The familiar smell grew thicker, filling every breath and making my thighs weaken further. Wetness leaked steadily around the cock and onto the sheet beneath me.
Oh my god… it is fucking me harder. Mm… yes… why does this feel even better?
I locked my legs tighter around the hips above me and lifted to meet the next thrust. The cock sank all the way in and stayed there for a second, grinding slowly, stirring inside my soaked pussy. Pleasure rolled through my belly in thick waves. Another broken sound left me.
“Uhh… ahhh… mmm…”
Uff… so deep. Oh god, I can feel every bit of it. What is wrong with me? Why do I want it harder?
The thrusts turned steadier and more insistent. The cock pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a firm, hungry stroke that made my whole body shift on the bed. My pussy fluttered and gripped. My hard nipples ached. I could not stop the moans or the way my hips kept rising.
“Ohh… ahh… mmm… ohhh…”
Mm… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh my god… I am so wet. Why does every thrust make me want more?
The cock kept fucking me in that deep, relentless rhythm, the familiar smell wrapped tight around my naked body, my legs spread wide and trembling, my pussy soaking and clenching around every stroke while helpless, horny sounds spilled from my mouth.
The cock drove into my pussy harder still. Each thrust landed deep and heavy, the head striking the furthest point inside me before dragging back through my soaked walls. My whole body shifted on the bed with the force. A sharp moan broke from me.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… ahhh…”
My breasts bounced freely under the weight, hard nipples aching and sensitive. The familiar smell thickened until it filled every breath, making my thighs shake and my pussy clench tighter around the cock. Wetness leaked in steady pulses onto the sheet.
Oh my god… it is so deep now. Uff… yes… why does my body keep taking it like this?
I dug my heels into the invisible thighs and pulled the cock deeper on the next stroke. It sank all the way in and ground hard, stirring inside my pussy until pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly. Another helpless sound left my throat.
“Ohhh… ahh… mmm… uff…”
Mm… I can feel it everywhere. Oh god, I am going to lose my mind. What is happening to me? Why do I need it harder?
The rhythm turned relentless. The cock pulled almost free, then slammed back in, over and over, each stroke wet and firm. My pussy fluttered and gripped desperately. My hips rose to meet every thrust. I could not stop the moans or the way my legs stayed locked open.
“Ahh… ohhh… mmm… ahhh… oh god…”
Uff… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh my god… I am so close. Why does this feel so perfect?
The cock kept fucking me in that deep, pounding rhythm, the familiar smell wrapped tight around my naked, trembling body, my pussy soaking and clenching around every heavy stroke while broken, horny moans spilled freely from my mouth.
The cock drove into my pussy one final deep thrust and stayed buried. My walls clenched hard around it. Pleasure snapped tight and then broke. I came with a sharp, broken cry, my whole body shaking.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… ahhh… ohhh…”
My pussy pulsed and fluttered wildly around the cock, milking it as wave after wave rolled through my belly and up into my breasts. My hard nipples ached. My thighs trembled and locked tighter. The familiar smell flooded my lungs and kept me open and helpless while I came.
Oh my god… I am cumming. Uff… so hard… why does this feel so good? What is happening to me?
The cock swelled inside my still-pulsing pussy and began to release. Thick spurts of cum flooded deep into me, pulse after heavy pulse. I felt every jet fill me. More moans spilled out as my orgasm continued.
“Mmm… ahh… ohhh… mmm…”
Mm… it is cumming inside me. Oh god… so much… I can feel it. Why do I love this?
I held on, legs wrapped tight, taking every drop while my pussy kept clenching around the cock. Cum leaked around the cock and onto the sheet. The weight stayed on me until the last pulse finished. My body slowly softened, still trembling, still full.
The presence eased. Exhaustion and deep satisfaction pulled me under. I fell asleep naked on the bed, legs still parted, pussy leaking, the familiar smell lingering on my breasts and between my thighs, completely spent.
In the evening the front door knocked. I woke with a start, still naked on the bed, pussy leaking. I sat up quickly, grabbed my panties from the floor, and pulled them on. They settled against my sensitive pussy. I pulled my white nighty over my head and smoothed it down over my breasts. My hair was loose. I walked to the door and opened it.
My husband stood there with the boys behind him. None of them were smiling.
“We are back,” he said. His voice was flat.
I stepped aside. The boys walked in quietly and went toward their room. My husband set his bag down and sat at the dining table without looking at me. I went to the kitchen and prepared coffee and a few snacks. When I placed the cup in front of him he nodded once and drank in silence. The boys did not come out. The house felt heavy.
Later I cooked dinner and served them. My husband ate little. The boys pushed their food around and spoke in short sentences. No one laughed. After they finished I cleared the plates. The boys went to their room. My husband went to our bedroom and lay on the bed, still dressed, waiting.
I went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then stood under a hot shower. Water ran over my breasts and between my thighs. I washed carefully, thinking of my husband waiting, thinking he needed to relieve his tension. When I finished I dried myself, put on fresh panties, and pulled my nighty back on. I walked to the bedroom and settled on the bed beside him.
My husband turned toward me. His hand moved to lift my nighty. At that moment the wind entered the room. The familiar smell hit him full in the face. His hand stopped. His eyes lost focus. He pulled his hand back and lay down again.
“I am not interested,” he said. “I feel sleepy.”
He turned onto his side and closed his eyes. I lay still beside him, nighty covering my body, panties dry and untouched. The smell lingered for a few seconds, then faded. That was when I realized it. There was something in the house. Something that did not want my husband to touch me.
The next morning, after my husband and the boys left, I decided to go to Prema’s house. I needed to tell her what was happening. I wore my dark green chiffon saree with the matching dark green blouse, my white petticoat tied low, my white bra, and black panties underneath. The saree sat neatly, but I could already feel a faint heat between my thighs as I locked the door and walked the ten streets to her house.
When I reached, several of her husband’s relatives were sitting in the hall. Prema saw me and smiled, but her eyes warned me. We could not talk freely. I sat for a few minutes, answered polite questions, then leaned closer when the others were distracted.
“Can you come to my house?” I asked quietly. “I need to talk to you alone.”
Prema shook her head. “The pooja is still going on. I cannot step into anyone else’s house for these ten days. You know that.”
I nodded. Disappointment sat in my chest.
“The remaining days I will not be free,” she said. “Too many people coming and going. But in nine days, when the period ends, I will come to your house myself. Then we can talk properly.”
“Okay,” I said. “Nine days.”
I stood, adjusted my dark green chiffon saree, and left. The short walk home felt longer than usual.
For the next nine days the wind came every afternoon after my husband and the boys left, and again at night after they slept. It kept me horny without rest. The familiar smell would fill the bedroom, my hands would remove my nighty and panties, and the cock would fuck my pussy slowly and deeply until I came, shaking and moaning into the pillow. Cum filled me each time. I woke wet and satisfied, yet the moment my husband or the boys were home the presence stayed away. They remained unhappy. Orders kept failing. The boys could not focus on their studies. I watched them and said nothing, counting the days until Prema could come and I could finally speak.
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