Yesterday, 04:25 PM
I pushed her onto her back and moved over her. My cock was hard, flushed, aching with the jealousy still burning in my chest. She looked up at me, eyes wide, and opened her legs without being told. I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. With the other I guided my cock to her pussy. She was still wet and open from Dharma. I pushed in hard, one deep stroke, burying myself completely.
She cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Ahh—!”
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed in again, hips snapping, the wet sound sharp in the quiet room. My grip on her wrists tightened. I looked down at her face, voice low and rough.
“You liked how deep he was? Then feel this.”
Her pussy clenched around me. She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, but she didn’t try to pull her hands free. Her legs shifted wider. I kept the pace hard and steady, cock driving deep with every thrust, watching her take it.
“Mmm… Rajesh… ahh…”
She moaned my name, breathless, body rocking under mine. I stayed buried on the next stroke, grinding hard, letting her feel every inch while the anger and heat twisted together inside me.
I released her wrists and grabbed her hips instead, fingers digging in as I yanked her onto my cock with every thrust. The pace stayed hard, deep, relentless. Her breasts bounced with the force of it. She reached up and clutched my forearms, nails biting into my skin, but she didn’t push me away. Her pussy gripped me tightly, still slick and swollen.
“Tell me again,” I said, voice rough, hips slamming against hers. “Tell me how much you liked his cock.”
Her face flushed darker. She moaned, back arching, eyes half-closed.
“I liked it… ahh… I liked how thick he felt… mmm… but you’re fucking me harder… ohh…”
The words fed the jealousy. I drove in deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke so she felt me fully. She cried out, legs wrapping around my waist, heels pressing into my back, pulling me in even as I punished her.
“Ahh… Rajesh… yes… like that… don’t stop…”
Her moans grew louder, more broken. She met my thrusts now, hips lifting, taking every rough stroke. I watched her face, the flush, the way her lips stayed parted, the pleasure mixing with the way she still answered me. My cock throbbed inside her, anger and heat driving me harder, but I held back from the edge, keeping the pace punishing and steady.
I flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, then yanked her hips up so she was on her knees. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed back in hard, cock driving deep from behind. She cried out into the pillow, back arching, ass raised for me. The new angle let me fuck her even deeper, each thrust sharp and punishing.
“You came on his cock while I watched,” I said against her ear, voice tight, hips snapping. “Now you’re going to take every bit of this.”
She moaned, loud and broken, fingers clutching the sheet. Her pussy clenched hard around me with every stroke.
“Yes… ahh… I did… ohh… punish me… mmm… harder…”
I pulled her hair just enough to lift her head, making her feel the control, and slammed in faster. The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock filled the room. Her breasts swayed beneath her. She pushed back against me, meeting the rough thrusts, voice shaking.
“Ahh… Rajesh… it feels so deep like this… ohh… don’t stop…”
Jealousy burned hotter with every word. I kept the pace brutal and steady, cock throbbing inside her, watching her ass ripple with each thrust, feeling her tighten and tremble but not letting either of us finish yet. She stayed on her knees, taking it, moaning my name into the dark.
I kept her on her knees, one hand tight in her hair, the other gripping her hip as I fucked her hard and deep from behind. My cock drove into her pussy with sharp, punishing thrusts, the wet sound louder now, her ass rippling every time I slammed in. She was moaning continuously, voice breaking, pushing back to meet me.
“You’re close,” I said, rough against her ear. “I can feel you squeezing me. You going to cum on my cock this time?”
She nodded frantically, face pressed to the pillow, then turned her head enough to speak, breathless and shaky.
“Yes… ahh… I’m close… ohh… please… don’t stop… make me cum… mmm…”
I yanked her hair a little harder and angled my hips, grinding deep so every thrust rubbed her just right. Her whole body started to tremble. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around my cock, tighter and tighter. She cried out, back arching hard, thighs shaking.
“Ahh… Rajesh… ohh… I’m gonna… ahh… so close…”
I didn’t let up. I kept the pace brutal and steady, cock throbbing inside her, driving her right to the edge and holding her there. She shook beneath me, moaning my name, pussy gripping me desperately, right on the verge, while I stayed in control, jealousy and heat still burning as I fucked her through the build-up.
I kept the hard, deep pace, cock driving into her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other locked on her hip. Her pussy clenched tight around me, thighs shaking, moans turning into broken cries.
“Cum for me,” I said, voice rough. “Now.”
She shattered. Her back arched hard, a sharp cry tearing out of her as her pussy spasmed and pulsed around my cock, cumming in strong waves.
“Ahh—Rajesh—ohh—mmm…!”
The tight, rhythmic squeezing pushed me over. I slammed in deep and stayed there, grinding hard as I came, cock throbbing, filling her with thick spurts while she shook and moaned beneath me. I held her hips tight, riding it out, jealousy and release crashing together until I was spent.
I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of us panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Slowly I loosened my grip on her hair and leaned over her back, chest against her, breathing hard against her shoulder. She reached back and rested her hand on my thigh, weak but holding on.
Neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I was still inside her, cock softening, her pussy fluttering occasionally around me, the anger finally easing into something heavier and quieter as we stayed like that in the dark.
I slowly pulled out and lay down beside her. She turned onto her side to face me, still breathing hard, skin flushed and damp. For a moment she just looked at me. Then a small, tired smile touched her lips.
“That was… great,” she said softly. Her voice was hoarse. “Really great. You haven’t fucked me like that in years.”
She reached out and rested her hand on my chest, fingers tracing lightly over my skin.
“My husband is back to form,” she added, the smile growing a little. There was relief in her eyes, and something warmer. “I missed this. I missed you wanting me this much.”
I covered her hand with mine. The jealousy had cooled into a dull ache, but the satisfaction of having her like this—marked by me again, looking at me like that—sat heavier. I pulled her closer until her head rested on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m back.”
She let out a long breath and curled against me, one leg sliding over mine. Her body was warm and loose. Neither of us spoke for a while. Outside, the night stayed still. Inside, she stayed pressed to me, her hand over my heart, both of us tired and tangled together in the dark.
My wife was quiet for a moment, then a soft, unexpected laugh slipped out of her. She pressed her face against my chest, shoulders shaking lightly.
“We should probably thank Dharma,” she said, voice muffled and amused. “He fixed our sex life in one night.”
I stared at the ceiling, then let out a short, rough laugh of my own. The absurdity of it hit me all at once.
“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks, Dharma. Appreciate the help.”
She laughed harder, the sound warm against my skin. I felt her smile. She lifted her head and looked at me, eyes still tired but brighter now.
“I’m serious. You haven’t touched me like that in so long. If he hadn’t shown up…” She trailed off, then shook her head, still smiling. “This is insane.”
“Completely insane,” I agreed.
We both laughed again, quieter this time, the tension of the night finally cracking. She settled back against me, her arm dbangd over my waist, and I held her closer. The laughter faded into soft breaths. For the first time in hours, the room felt almost normal—just the two of us, naked and exhausted, sharing a ridiculous, private joke in the dark.
My wife suddenly sat up a little, eyes widening.
“We forgot to call the boys.”
I reached for my phone on the side table. It was late, but I dialed Manish anyway. He picked up on the second ring, voice alert.
“Dad? Everything okay?”
“Yes,” I said. I glanced at my wife and winked. She pressed a hand over her mouth, shoulders already shaking with silent laughter. “We spoke to Dharma. It’s settled. You can all come back in the morning. Take the first bus.”
“Really? He agreed?”
“He did. Just stay out of trouble from now on. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dad. Tell Mom we’re fine.”
I hung up. My wife burst out laughing the moment the call ended, falling back against the pillow.
“You winked,” she said, grinning. “While telling our son we ‘discussed’ it with Dharma.”
“Well, we did discuss it,” I said, mouth twitching. “Extensively.”
She laughed harder, then curled into me again, still smiling.
“They’re coming in the morning,” she said, softer now. “Everything’s okay.”
I put the phone aside and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, the laughter fading into a contented sigh. We lay there, the worst of the night behind us, our sons safe and on their way home, her warm and naked against me in the quiet dark.
My wife yawned against my chest, the sound soft and tired. Her body had gone heavy and loose against mine. I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp. The room fell into darkness.
“Sleep,” I said quietly.
“Mmm. You too.”
She shifted closer, one arm dbangd over my waist, her bare leg still tangled with mine. I pulled the sheet up over both of us. Her breathing slowed within minutes, warm and even against my skin. I lay awake a little longer, one hand resting on her back, feeling the steady rise and fall. The house was silent. Outside, nothing moved.
Eventually my eyes closed. The last thing I felt was her warmth pressed to me and the quiet relief that the night was finally over. We slept.
The boys returned the next morning, tired from the bus but smiling when they saw us. My wife hugged each of them tightly. I stood beside her, one hand on her waist, and felt nothing but relief.
In the weeks that followed, something in me had shifted. I no longer burned with anger when other men looked at her. When we went out and eyes followed the sway of her saree, I felt a quiet, private heat instead. I liked that they wanted her. I liked knowing she would come home with me.
And at home, I wanted her constantly. We fucked regularly again—sometimes slow and close, sometimes rough and hungry, often with her telling me, blushing, about the looks she had gotten that day. She would smile against my mouth and say I was back to form. I would pull her closer and prove it.
Our sons stayed out of trouble. The house was full again. At night my wife slept naked against me, warm and satisfied, and I slept easily, no longer possessive, just glad to have her, glad to want her, glad for the strange night that had brought us back to each other.
Regards
Novelist Casanova
She cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Ahh—!”
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed in again, hips snapping, the wet sound sharp in the quiet room. My grip on her wrists tightened. I looked down at her face, voice low and rough.
“You liked how deep he was? Then feel this.”
Her pussy clenched around me. She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, but she didn’t try to pull her hands free. Her legs shifted wider. I kept the pace hard and steady, cock driving deep with every thrust, watching her take it.
“Mmm… Rajesh… ahh…”
She moaned my name, breathless, body rocking under mine. I stayed buried on the next stroke, grinding hard, letting her feel every inch while the anger and heat twisted together inside me.
I released her wrists and grabbed her hips instead, fingers digging in as I yanked her onto my cock with every thrust. The pace stayed hard, deep, relentless. Her breasts bounced with the force of it. She reached up and clutched my forearms, nails biting into my skin, but she didn’t push me away. Her pussy gripped me tightly, still slick and swollen.
“Tell me again,” I said, voice rough, hips slamming against hers. “Tell me how much you liked his cock.”
Her face flushed darker. She moaned, back arching, eyes half-closed.
“I liked it… ahh… I liked how thick he felt… mmm… but you’re fucking me harder… ohh…”
The words fed the jealousy. I drove in deeper, grinding at the end of each stroke so she felt me fully. She cried out, legs wrapping around my waist, heels pressing into my back, pulling me in even as I punished her.
“Ahh… Rajesh… yes… like that… don’t stop…”
Her moans grew louder, more broken. She met my thrusts now, hips lifting, taking every rough stroke. I watched her face, the flush, the way her lips stayed parted, the pleasure mixing with the way she still answered me. My cock throbbed inside her, anger and heat driving me harder, but I held back from the edge, keeping the pace punishing and steady.
I flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, then yanked her hips up so she was on her knees. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed back in hard, cock driving deep from behind. She cried out into the pillow, back arching, ass raised for me. The new angle let me fuck her even deeper, each thrust sharp and punishing.
“You came on his cock while I watched,” I said against her ear, voice tight, hips snapping. “Now you’re going to take every bit of this.”
She moaned, loud and broken, fingers clutching the sheet. Her pussy clenched hard around me with every stroke.
“Yes… ahh… I did… ohh… punish me… mmm… harder…”
I pulled her hair just enough to lift her head, making her feel the control, and slammed in faster. The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock filled the room. Her breasts swayed beneath her. She pushed back against me, meeting the rough thrusts, voice shaking.
“Ahh… Rajesh… it feels so deep like this… ohh… don’t stop…”
Jealousy burned hotter with every word. I kept the pace brutal and steady, cock throbbing inside her, watching her ass ripple with each thrust, feeling her tighten and tremble but not letting either of us finish yet. She stayed on her knees, taking it, moaning my name into the dark.
I kept her on her knees, one hand tight in her hair, the other gripping her hip as I fucked her hard and deep from behind. My cock drove into her pussy with sharp, punishing thrusts, the wet sound louder now, her ass rippling every time I slammed in. She was moaning continuously, voice breaking, pushing back to meet me.
“You’re close,” I said, rough against her ear. “I can feel you squeezing me. You going to cum on my cock this time?”
She nodded frantically, face pressed to the pillow, then turned her head enough to speak, breathless and shaky.
“Yes… ahh… I’m close… ohh… please… don’t stop… make me cum… mmm…”
I yanked her hair a little harder and angled my hips, grinding deep so every thrust rubbed her just right. Her whole body started to tremble. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around my cock, tighter and tighter. She cried out, back arching hard, thighs shaking.
“Ahh… Rajesh… ohh… I’m gonna… ahh… so close…”
I didn’t let up. I kept the pace brutal and steady, cock throbbing inside her, driving her right to the edge and holding her there. She shook beneath me, moaning my name, pussy gripping me desperately, right on the verge, while I stayed in control, jealousy and heat still burning as I fucked her through the build-up.
I kept the hard, deep pace, cock driving into her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other locked on her hip. Her pussy clenched tight around me, thighs shaking, moans turning into broken cries.
“Cum for me,” I said, voice rough. “Now.”
She shattered. Her back arched hard, a sharp cry tearing out of her as her pussy spasmed and pulsed around my cock, cumming in strong waves.
“Ahh—Rajesh—ohh—mmm…!”
The tight, rhythmic squeezing pushed me over. I slammed in deep and stayed there, grinding hard as I came, cock throbbing, filling her with thick spurts while she shook and moaned beneath me. I held her hips tight, riding it out, jealousy and release crashing together until I was spent.
I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of us panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Slowly I loosened my grip on her hair and leaned over her back, chest against her, breathing hard against her shoulder. She reached back and rested her hand on my thigh, weak but holding on.
Neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I was still inside her, cock softening, her pussy fluttering occasionally around me, the anger finally easing into something heavier and quieter as we stayed like that in the dark.
I slowly pulled out and lay down beside her. She turned onto her side to face me, still breathing hard, skin flushed and damp. For a moment she just looked at me. Then a small, tired smile touched her lips.
“That was… great,” she said softly. Her voice was hoarse. “Really great. You haven’t fucked me like that in years.”
She reached out and rested her hand on my chest, fingers tracing lightly over my skin.
“My husband is back to form,” she added, the smile growing a little. There was relief in her eyes, and something warmer. “I missed this. I missed you wanting me this much.”
I covered her hand with mine. The jealousy had cooled into a dull ache, but the satisfaction of having her like this—marked by me again, looking at me like that—sat heavier. I pulled her closer until her head rested on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m back.”
She let out a long breath and curled against me, one leg sliding over mine. Her body was warm and loose. Neither of us spoke for a while. Outside, the night stayed still. Inside, she stayed pressed to me, her hand over my heart, both of us tired and tangled together in the dark.
My wife was quiet for a moment, then a soft, unexpected laugh slipped out of her. She pressed her face against my chest, shoulders shaking lightly.
“We should probably thank Dharma,” she said, voice muffled and amused. “He fixed our sex life in one night.”
I stared at the ceiling, then let out a short, rough laugh of my own. The absurdity of it hit me all at once.
“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks, Dharma. Appreciate the help.”
She laughed harder, the sound warm against my skin. I felt her smile. She lifted her head and looked at me, eyes still tired but brighter now.
“I’m serious. You haven’t touched me like that in so long. If he hadn’t shown up…” She trailed off, then shook her head, still smiling. “This is insane.”
“Completely insane,” I agreed.
We both laughed again, quieter this time, the tension of the night finally cracking. She settled back against me, her arm dbangd over my waist, and I held her closer. The laughter faded into soft breaths. For the first time in hours, the room felt almost normal—just the two of us, naked and exhausted, sharing a ridiculous, private joke in the dark.
My wife suddenly sat up a little, eyes widening.
“We forgot to call the boys.”
I reached for my phone on the side table. It was late, but I dialed Manish anyway. He picked up on the second ring, voice alert.
“Dad? Everything okay?”
“Yes,” I said. I glanced at my wife and winked. She pressed a hand over her mouth, shoulders already shaking with silent laughter. “We spoke to Dharma. It’s settled. You can all come back in the morning. Take the first bus.”
“Really? He agreed?”
“He did. Just stay out of trouble from now on. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Thanks, Dad. Tell Mom we’re fine.”
I hung up. My wife burst out laughing the moment the call ended, falling back against the pillow.
“You winked,” she said, grinning. “While telling our son we ‘discussed’ it with Dharma.”
“Well, we did discuss it,” I said, mouth twitching. “Extensively.”
She laughed harder, then curled into me again, still smiling.
“They’re coming in the morning,” she said, softer now. “Everything’s okay.”
I put the phone aside and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, the laughter fading into a contented sigh. We lay there, the worst of the night behind us, our sons safe and on their way home, her warm and naked against me in the quiet dark.
My wife yawned against my chest, the sound soft and tired. Her body had gone heavy and loose against mine. I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp. The room fell into darkness.
“Sleep,” I said quietly.
“Mmm. You too.”
She shifted closer, one arm dbangd over my waist, her bare leg still tangled with mine. I pulled the sheet up over both of us. Her breathing slowed within minutes, warm and even against my skin. I lay awake a little longer, one hand resting on her back, feeling the steady rise and fall. The house was silent. Outside, nothing moved.
Eventually my eyes closed. The last thing I felt was her warmth pressed to me and the quiet relief that the night was finally over. We slept.
The boys returned the next morning, tired from the bus but smiling when they saw us. My wife hugged each of them tightly. I stood beside her, one hand on her waist, and felt nothing but relief.
In the weeks that followed, something in me had shifted. I no longer burned with anger when other men looked at her. When we went out and eyes followed the sway of her saree, I felt a quiet, private heat instead. I liked that they wanted her. I liked knowing she would come home with me.
And at home, I wanted her constantly. We fucked regularly again—sometimes slow and close, sometimes rough and hungry, often with her telling me, blushing, about the looks she had gotten that day. She would smile against my mouth and say I was back to form. I would pull her closer and prove it.
Our sons stayed out of trouble. The house was full again. At night my wife slept naked against me, warm and satisfied, and I slept easily, no longer possessive, just glad to have her, glad to want her, glad for the strange night that had brought us back to each other.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova
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