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

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We fell asleep still tangled together on the bed, his cum warm inside my pussy. In the morning I woke first. I slipped out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took a long hot shower, washing his cum from my pussy and thighs. When I finished I dried myself and put on only my nighty. I wore nothing underneath—no bra, no panties. The nighty hung loose over my naked breasts and pussy.

I went to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. While the dosas were on the pan my phone rang. It was my husband. His voice was bright.
“I’m coming home this evening,” he said. “Everything is fine now. Two big orders came back this morning. The money is cleared. I don’t know what changed, but the business is moving again. The boys are happy too.”
Joy rushed through me. “That’s wonderful,” I said, smiling. “Come soon. I’ll be waiting.”
I hung up, my heart light. At that moment Swamiji walked into the kitchen. I turned to him, still smiling.
“My husband just called,” I said. “He’s coming home this evening. His business is back. Everything is good.”
Swamiji stepped closer the moment I finished speaking, the morning light falling across his bare chest and the rudraksha mala. The joy from my husband’s call was still moving through me, warm and bright in my chest, when he leaned in and kissed my lips. The kiss was deep and filthy from the first second, his mouth open, his tongue sliding thickly against mine, saliva already mixing between us. I did not pull back. The happiness made everything feel lighter, almost necessary. I opened my mouth wider and kissed him back, my tongue meeting his, tasting the heavy, wet heat of his saliva without hesitation. My arms rose and hugged his neck tightly, pulling him closer so my naked breasts pressed fully against his chest through the open front of my nighty.
While we kissed he gathered the nighty at my waist and pulled it upward in one slow motion, stripping it over my head and off my arms. The nighty fell to the kitchen floor. I stood completely naked in his arms, my breasts free and heavy, nipples already tightening in the cool air, my pussy bare and beginning to grow wet from the kiss and the relief still singing in my body. He pulled me into a tighter hug. My naked breasts flattened against his chest, the rudraksha mala pressing between us. My arms stayed hugged around his neck. He bent his knees slightly and angled his hips forward. I rose onto my toes without being told. In that close, full-body hug he guided the thick head of his cock between my thighs. The head found my pussy easily, already slick, and he pushed upward in one long, steady thrust, sliding his cock deep inside me while we remained hugged together.
A soft, shaky moan left me against his mouth.
“Ahh… mmm…”
His cock filled my pussy completely in the standing hug, the stretch familiar and deep. I hugged him harder, my breasts rubbing against his chest, my pussy clenching around the full length of his cock. He began to move with short, controlled strokes, his cock sliding out a little and then driving back up into my pussy while our bodies stayed pressed tight. Each thrust made my breasts shift and press against him. I stayed on my toes, hugging his neck, taking his cock fully every time he pushed upward. Wet sounds started between us. He kept kissing me, open and filthy, his tongue moving slowly against mine, saliva dripping at the corner of my mouth. The happiness from the phone call made me open more. I wanted to give him everything in that moment. My pussy grew wetter around his cock. I moaned into the kiss, soft and continuous.
“Mmm… ahh… Swamiji…”
He thrust a little harder in the hug, his hips rolling upward, his cock reaching deep inside my pussy. My nipples dragged against his chest with every movement. I hugged him tighter, my arms locked around his neck, my body giving itself completely to the steady rhythm. Pleasure built slowly and warmly, mixing with the relief still flooding my chest. I kissed him back with more hunger, tasting his saliva, not caring how filthy it was. My pussy clenched and released around his cock in soft pulses. He groaned against my mouth, clearly enjoying the tight hug and the way my pussy gripped him. His hands stayed on my lower back and ass, holding me close so every thrust stayed deep.
The strokes grew longer. He pulled his cock almost out, then pushed it back up into my pussy with a firm, rolling movement that made my breasts bounce lightly against his chest. I moaned louder into the kiss, my toes pressing into the floor, my whole body open and willing. The joy of knowing my husband was coming home, that the business was recovering, that the boys would be fine, made me want to surrender fully. I moved with him in the hug, meeting each upward thrust, my pussy taking his cock deeper. Saliva mixed between our mouths. His cock was slick and hot inside me. Pleasure coiled low in my belly and spread upward into my breasts.
He fucked me steadily in that standing hug for a long time, the kitchen quiet except for our breathing, the wet sounds of his cock moving in my pussy, and the soft moans I kept making against his lips. My arms stayed hugged around his neck. My breasts stayed pressed to his chest. My pussy stayed full of his cock. When his breathing turned rougher and his thrusts grew shorter and harder, I knew he was close. I kissed him more deeply, giving myself without holding anything back, my pussy clenching tight around him.
He buried his cock as deep as the hug allowed and came. His cock pulsed hard inside my pussy, shooting thick, hot spurts of cum deep into me. The sudden warmth and the feeling of him filling me pushed me over the edge. My pussy spasmed hard around his cock.
“Ahhh… ohh… mmm… I’m cumming… ahhh…”
I came with him, my whole body shaking in the hug, my pussy pulsing and gripping his cock while he kept pumping cum into me. Wave after wave moved through my belly and up into my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, still kissing him, my arms hugging his neck tightly as my orgasm rolled through me and mixed with his. Cum leaked out around his cock and down my inner thigh. He stayed hugged to me, his cock throbbing inside my fluttering pussy until the last pulses faded. We remained like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together, breathing hard, his cum warm inside me, the happiness still bright in my chest.
Slowly he eased his cock out. More cum slid down my thigh. He kissed my forehead once, gentle now, his arms still loosely around me.
“You are blessed,” he said quietly. “Live well with your husband and sons.”
He stepped back, picked up his things from the hall,
Swamiji had already turned and was walking toward the front door when I called out from the kitchen.
“Swamiji, wait.”
He stopped and looked back. I was still naked, his cum cooling on my inner thigh, my breasts bare. I ran across the hall and reached him just as he opened the door. I wrapped both arms tightly around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. My naked breasts pressed against his chest. As we kissed he reached down and grabbed both my ass cheeks firmly in his hands, pulling my naked body tighter against him. My mouth opened under his, tongue meeting his, tasting the lingering saliva as I kissed him deeply. The happiness from the morning was still bright in me. I held the kiss, my ass held in his hands, then slowly drew back.
“Thank you,” I said softly, my arms still around his neck. “Go safely.”
He looked at me, a small calm smile on his face, his hands giving my ass cheeks one last gentle squeeze before he let go. I stepped back, naked in the doorway light, and watched him walk out. He closed the gate behind him. I stood there a moment longer, the morning air cool on my breasts and the wetness between my thighs, then turned and went back inside to wait for evening.
Evening came softly. I had cleaned the house, bathed again, and dressed in a simple nighty by the time the gate opened. My husband walked in first, the boys behind him, all of them smiling in a way I had not seen for weeks. He looked lighter. The tightness that had lived in his shoulders was gone. He came straight to me and hugged me tightly, his face against my hair.
“Everything is fine now,” he said, his voice warm and steady. “Two big orders closed this morning. The money has already come. I made a profit I did not expect. On the way back I saw a bigger house for sale, just outside the city. I put the token today. We can shift next month if you like it.”
I hugged him back, tears rising at once. The boys crowded around us, talking over each other. The eldest showed me his marks on his phone—high scores in every subject. The younger two did the same, grinning, saying the teachers had praised them. They had even won their practice match before leaving the village. The house filled with their voices, ordinary and bright.
We sat together for a long time. My husband kept one arm around me while the boys ate and talked. Later, when the boys went to their room, he pulled me close on the sofa and kissed my forehead.
“I don’t know what changed,” he said quietly. “But it feels like the weight is gone. We are going to be all right.”
I rested my head on his chest, the black thread long gone, the memory of the night and the morning still in my body, and let the happiness of the house settle around us. The bigger house waited. The boys were studying again. My husband was smiling. For the first time in many weeks, the evening felt completely ours.
We moved into the bigger house on a clear morning. The rooms were wide, the windows full of light, the courtyard large enough for the boys to practice properly. My husband walked through every room with a quiet pride I had not seen in months, already speaking of new orders and expansions. The boys claimed their spaces and ran outside at once, their voices bright. I stood in the new kitchen and felt the happiness settle into my body like warmth. For weeks it stayed that way. Business grew steadily. The boys brought home high marks and won their matches. Evenings were full of ordinary laughter. I began to trust that the Wind was gone.
One afternoon I was alone. My husband was at the factory. The boys were at college. I sat in the living room in my pink nighty, the television playing softly. Under the pink nighty I wore my white bra and white panties. The house was quiet and still. Then the smell arrived.
It was the same warm, familiar scent, thick and close. It moved across the room and touched the side of my neck, then slipped lower. At once a deep, helpless heat flooded my pussy. My white panties grew wet against me, clinging to my lips. My nipples tightened hard inside my white bra. A soft, involuntary sound left my throat. The pink nighty suddenly felt too heavy, too warm. My hands rose on their own. I gathered the hem and pulled the pink nighty slowly upward, over my hips, over my breasts, and off my head. It fell to the floor. I stood in only my white bra and white panties, already breathing faster, my pussy aching and soaked.
The Wind pressed against my back, warm and insistent, guiding me forward. I walked toward the bedroom, each step making my wet white panties shift against my pussy, my breasts moving inside the white bra. The bedroom door opened ahead of me as if pushed. I stepped inside. The smell grew thicker, filling the room. The bed waited in the afternoon light. Something unseen moved close behind me. Invisible hands tugged at the hooks of my white bra, loosening them one by one. The white bra straps slipped down my arms. My breasts spilled free, nipples hard and sensitive. The same hands slid into the sides of my white panties and began to draw them down.
I stood trembling beside the bed, my white bra hanging open, my white panties halfway down my thighs, my pussy bare and dripping, knowing the Wind had followed us. It had never left. And as the unseen presence pressed me gently toward the bed, I understood this time it would not be driven out so easily.

The End ?

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Novelist Casanova