Yesterday, 04:31 PM
Naresh fucked her harder. His cock drove deep into her pussy with every thrust, wet sounds filling the room. Her heavy breasts bounced. Sweat shone on her stomach. She clung to my hand, moaning softly, eyes never leaving mine.
“Listen to her,” Naresh said to me. “She is loving my cock. Her pussy is sucking me in.”
“She is,” I answered. I kissed her forehead, then her lips. “Sudha, you look beautiful like this. Keep taking him.”
“I am,” she whispered, voice breaking. “It feels so full… I cannot stop moaning. Rajesh… I am so close already.”
Her thighs trembled. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock. She was completely shameless now, hips rising to meet every thrust, lost in the pleasure. I loved watching her fall apart. The enjoyment burned hot. Under it the sharp regret still flickered, quiet but present, as she held my hand and let him fuck her deeper.
Her moans grew higher. Her pussy clenched tighter around his cock with every deep thrust. She squeezed my hand hard, eyes wet and fixed on me.
“Rajesh… I am going to cum,” she gasped, shameless. “His cock is making me cum… ahhh… don’t let go…”
“Cum, Sudha,” I said, kissing her. “Let me see you cum on him. I am here.”
Naresh groaned and fucked her faster.
“She is about to cum all over my cock,” he told me. “I can feel her pussy gripping me.”
Her back arched hard. She came with a broken cry, body shaking, pussy pulsing and milking his cock. She held my hand to her lips, kissing it while the orgasm rolled through her. I loved every second of it. The sight, the sounds, the way she looked only at me. The sharp regret still moved underneath, but it was smaller now, drowned under how much I loved watching her fall apart on his cock.
She was still trembling from her orgasm when Naresh kept moving. His cock slid through her sensitive, pulsing pussy, slower now but deep. She whimpered, oversensitive, yet her hips still rose to meet him. She held my hand tightly against her chest.
“She came so hard,” Naresh said to me, voice strained. “Her pussy is still gripping my cock. I am close.”
“Do not pull out,” I answered. I looked at her. “Sudha… he is going to cum inside you. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes glassy and locked on me. “I want to feel it. Cum inside me… please…”
Naresh groaned and thrust faster again. Her heavy breasts bounced. She moaned softly, body open and accepting, still clinging to my hand. I loved the raw need on her face. The sharp regret flickered once more, then faded as I watched her take him, waiting for him to fill her.
Naresh thrust deep and stayed buried. His cock pulsed hard inside her pussy. He came with a low groan, flooding her with thick cum. She felt every spurt and moaned, hips rolling, pussy clenching to milk him.
“He is cumming inside me,” she gasped to me, voice raw. “I can feel it… so warm… ahhh…”
“Take it, Sudha,” I said, kissing her. “All of it.”
“She is squeezing every drop,” Naresh told me, still throbbing inside her. “Your wife loves being filled.”
She held my hand tightly to her lips, kissing it while he emptied himself. Her body shook with the aftershocks. I loved the sight of her taking his cum, the way she looked only at me. The sharp regret was still there, quiet now, buried under how much I had enjoyed every moment of watching her.
Naresh stayed inside her for a moment longer, cock still pulsing with the last of his cum. Then he slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of cum leaked from her pussy onto the white sheets. She lay there breathing hard, legs still open, body soft and spent. She had not let go of my hand.
“She took it all,” Naresh said to me, voice satisfied. “Look at her. Full of my cum.”
I looked. The sight made my cock throb again. I leaned down and kissed her gently.
“Sudha,” I said. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” she whispered, eyes half-closed, looking only at me. “Warm. Tired. Happy you stayed.”
She tugged my hand closer and hugged it against her chest. A small, shaky smile touched her lips. I loved the softness in her face now. The sharp regret was still present, faint but real, yet it sat quieter beside the warmth of holding her while another man’s cum leaked out of her.
Naresh sat back on the bed, catching his breath. Cum continued to leak slowly from her pussy. She turned her face toward me, still holding my hand, and spoke softly.
“Kiss me,” she said.
I kissed her, slow and gentle. She kissed me back, tired and tender. After a moment she whispered against my lips.
“I want you too. Not yet… but soon. When we go home.”
“We will,” I answered.
Naresh stood and began picking up his clothes.
“She was perfect,” he said to me. “First time in a pub and she took everything. You both enjoyed it.”
“We did,” I said.
She smiled faintly at that, eyes on me, and squeezed my hand. The room smelled of sex. Outside, the city lights glowed behind the curtains. We stayed like that a little longer, her naked and full of his cum, me beside her, the night still not over.
We stayed on the bed a few minutes more. She kept my hand against her chest. Her breathing slowed. Naresh dressed quietly. When he was done he looked at both of us.
“I will go down first,” he said. “Give you a moment. The room is paid. Take your time.”
He left. The door closed. It was only us now. She turned fully toward me, naked, cum still leaking from her pussy onto the sheets. She hugged me, arms around my neck, face against my shoulder.
“Thank you for staying,” she whispered. “I was scared, but you were there. It made it better.”
“I am glad I stayed, Sudha,” I said. I kissed her hair. “How is your body?”
“Sore. Full. Good.” She pulled back enough to look at me. “Do you regret it?”
I was quiet for a second. The sharp feeling was still there, but smaller.
“A little,” I admitted. “And I also loved it. Both.”
She nodded, understanding, and hugged me again. We lay like that until her shivering stopped. Then she sat up slowly.
“Let us clean up and go home,” she said. “I want our bed now.”
I helped her stand. We gathered the yellow chiffon saree and the rest of her clothes from the floor and went into the bathroom together.
In the bathroom she stood under the warm water while I helped her. She winced a little when she washed between her legs. His cum ran down her thighs and disappeared into the drain. She looked at me, hair wet, heavy breasts shining with water.
“It still feels strange,” she said softly. “Knowing he was inside me.”
“I know,” I answered. I soaped her back gently. “We will go home now. Just us.”
She nodded. After she rinsed, she stepped out and dried herself. I watched her pull the maroon panties back on, then the white petticoat, the white bra, the yellow blouse. Finally she wrapped the yellow chiffon saree around herself again. The pallu covered the faint marks on her neck. She looked almost the same as when we had arrived, except for the softness in her eyes and the way she moved a little slower.
We left the room and took the lift down. Neither of us spoke much. In the car she rested her head on my shoulder while I drove.
I drove through the quiet night roads. The city lights slid across the windshield. My wife sat close beside me in the yellow chiffon saree, the pallu resting on her lap. She had not let go of my hand since we left the hotel. Her fingers stayed laced with mine on the gear shift, thumb moving slowly over my skin as if she was checking something.
“Are you okay?” she asked after a while. Her voice was soft. She turned her head to look at me. “You have been quiet. I keep holding your hand to see if you are still here with me.”
“I am here, Sudha,” I said. I squeezed her hand gently. “Just thinking.”
“About what happened?”
“Yes.”
She was silent for a moment. Her thumb kept stroking my hand.
“Do you feel different toward me now?” she asked. “I need to know. That is why I am holding you like this. To feel if you pull away.”
“I am not pulling away,” I answered. I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles while I drove. “I am still yours. We will reach home soon.”
She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder again, hand still tightly held in mine, the yellow chiffon saree warm against my arm as the car moved through the empty streets.
I parked the car in front of our house. We got out. My wife walked beside me in the yellow chiffon saree, still holding my hand. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. The moment the door closed behind us I turned to her.
I did not wait. I pulled the pin of the yellow chiffon saree and tore the pallu away. The saree loosened. I yanked it off her body in rough folds and let it fall. She gasped. I opened the yellow blouse quickly, almost tearing the hooks, and pushed it off her shoulders. The white bra followed. Her heavy breasts spilled free. I shoved the white petticoat and maroon panties down her thick thighs in one motion. She stood naked in the living room, breathing fast, eyes wide.
“Rajesh…” she started.
I pushed her back onto the sofa. She fell onto the cushions, legs opening. I took my clothes off in a hurry, white shirt and black pants hitting the floor, and got naked. My cock was already hard. I stood over her, looking at her naked body on our sofa, the same body another man had just fucked. She looked up at me, chest rising, waiting.
I got on top of her on the sofa. Her thighs opened for me at once. I pushed my cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. She was still wet and loose from him. I groaned at the feeling and began to fuck her deep and rough.
While I moved inside her I replayed everything. The way Naresh had kissed her neck in the lift. The filthy saliva kiss at the bar. Her giggling when he called her whore. The sight of her sucking his cock on the hotel bed. The way her pussy had stretched around him. The moment he came inside her and she moaned my name. Every image made me fuck her harder.
“I keep seeing it,” I said against her ear. “All of it. You with him.”
“I know,” she gasped, arms around me. “Fuck me. Take it back.”
I drove into her, enjoying the heat and the memories at the same time, cock throbbing as I claimed her on our sofa while the night’s pictures played behind my eyes.
I fucked her harder on the sofa. My cock drove deep into her pussy with every thrust. She was wet and open, still carrying the feeling of him. Her heavy breasts bounced under me. She held onto my shoulders, moaning with each stroke.
The pictures kept coming. Naresh kissing her navel on the stage. Her shameless whispers in my ear while he licked her. The way she had giggled when he called her whore. The sight of his cum leaking out of her in the hotel room. Each memory made me thrust deeper.
“You let him cum inside you,” I said, voice rough. “I watched all of it.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “And now you are fucking me. Don’t stop. I need you.”
I grabbed her wide hips and pounded her. The sofa creaked. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in, eyes locked on mine. I loved the heat of her, the way she took me after him. The sharp edge of everything that had happened only made me fuck her more desperately, claiming her body on our own sofa while the night still burned in both of us.
I kept fucking her deep on the sofa. My cock drove into her pussy, and she gripped me tighter with every thrust. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest. She was moaning, but her eyes had turned wet. Guilt moved across her face, clear and painful.
“I should not have let him,” she whispered, voice breaking. Her hands clutched my back as if she was afraid I would pull away. “I let another man fuck me. I am sorry, Rajesh. I can still feel him.”
I thrust harder, feeling the heat and the ache in her words.
“Then give me everything now,” I said against her mouth. “All the pleasure. Do not hold anything back from me.”
She nodded, almost desperate. A shaky breath left her. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and pulled me deeper, hips rising to meet every stroke. She kissed me hard, lips trembling, pouring herself into it.
“Take it,” she gasped. Her voice was raw. “All of me. I am yours. I can feel you getting close… my pussy is clenching… don’t stop… please…”
I fucked her harder, right to the edge. Her body shook under me. Her nails dug into my skin. I was throbbing, seconds away from cumming, but I held there, buried deep inside her, both of us trembling on the edge while she gave me every bit of her pleasure and her guilt at once.
I could not hold the edge any longer. I thrust one last time and buried my cock as deep as it would go inside her pussy. The second I was fully inside, my cock began to pulse. Thick cum surged out of me in hard spurts. At the exact same moment her whole body tightened under me. Her back arched off the sofa. A broken, raw cry left her throat.
“Rajesh… I am cumming… with you… ahhh…”
Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, milking every pulse. I groaned her name against her neck and kept cumming, flooding her. She shook violently, legs locked tight around my waist, arms hugging me so hard I could barely breathe. Her heavy breasts pressed flat against my chest. Tears of pleasure and guilt wet her cheeks. She kissed my neck again and again while her orgasm rolled through her in long waves.
“I can feel you filling me,” she whispered, voice cracking. “All of it… stay inside… don’t leave…”
We trembled together on the sofa. Her pussy kept fluttering around me, drawing out every last drop. I held her close, still buried deep, both of us cumming as one until the final pulses slowly faded and only our shaky breathing remained.
We stayed hugging together on the sofa long after the last pulses faded. My cock softened slowly inside her. Her pussy gave small, tired flutters around me. She did not let go. She kept hugging me, face pressed to my neck, her breathing gradually slowing into something softer.
“I am sorry,” she whispered, the words barely there. “For letting him fuck me. For how much I enjoyed it.”
“I know, Sudha,” I said. I kissed her hair, then her temple. “You gave me everything just now. I felt all of it.”
She nodded against my shoulder. Quiet tears touched my chest and stayed there. Her legs remained loosely wrapped around my waist. Our mixed cum leaked slowly from her pussy, warm between her thighs and on the sofa. The house was completely silent. We lay in the afterglow, sweaty, heavy, and close, her guilt resting open between us while I held her and neither of us moved.
We stayed hugging on the sofa. My cock had slipped out of her. Our mixed cum was warm between her thighs. She kept her face against my neck, arms still around me.
“Naresh was lucky tonight,” I said quietly. “He got to enjoy you. Your body, your sounds, all of it. First time in a pub and he had you completely.”
She was silent for a moment. Then she lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were soft and tired.
“You are more lucky, Rajesh,” she said, my name gentle on her lips. “You had me before him. You had me after him. You are the one I came home to. He only borrowed me for a while. You are the one I belong to, Rajesh.”
She hugged me tighter and kissed my shoulder.
“He was lucky for one night,” she whispered. “You are lucky every night, my Rajesh.”
I hugged her closer. The guilt in her voice had softened. We stayed like that, naked on the sofa, the house quiet around us.
We stayed hugging on the sofa, naked, the house completely still around us. She rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair slowly. Neither of us spoke for a long time.
“Rajesh,” she said at last, voice soft. “I do not want to go to a pub again. Not like that. Tonight was too much. I want to stay only yours.”
“We will not go again,” I answered. I kissed the top of her head. “It is finished. Only us from now on.”
She nodded against me and hugged me tighter.
“Thank you for bringing me home,” she whispered. “Thank you for still holding me like this.”
“Always, Sudha.”
We lay there a little longer, comforting each other in the quiet, the yellow chiffon saree forgotten on the floor, the night’s heat slowly cooling. Then we got up, switched off the lights, and went to our own bed. She curled into me under the sheet, and we slept.
Regards
Novelist Casanova
“Listen to her,” Naresh said to me. “She is loving my cock. Her pussy is sucking me in.”
“She is,” I answered. I kissed her forehead, then her lips. “Sudha, you look beautiful like this. Keep taking him.”
“I am,” she whispered, voice breaking. “It feels so full… I cannot stop moaning. Rajesh… I am so close already.”
Her thighs trembled. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock. She was completely shameless now, hips rising to meet every thrust, lost in the pleasure. I loved watching her fall apart. The enjoyment burned hot. Under it the sharp regret still flickered, quiet but present, as she held my hand and let him fuck her deeper.
Her moans grew higher. Her pussy clenched tighter around his cock with every deep thrust. She squeezed my hand hard, eyes wet and fixed on me.
“Rajesh… I am going to cum,” she gasped, shameless. “His cock is making me cum… ahhh… don’t let go…”
“Cum, Sudha,” I said, kissing her. “Let me see you cum on him. I am here.”
Naresh groaned and fucked her faster.
“She is about to cum all over my cock,” he told me. “I can feel her pussy gripping me.”
Her back arched hard. She came with a broken cry, body shaking, pussy pulsing and milking his cock. She held my hand to her lips, kissing it while the orgasm rolled through her. I loved every second of it. The sight, the sounds, the way she looked only at me. The sharp regret still moved underneath, but it was smaller now, drowned under how much I loved watching her fall apart on his cock.
She was still trembling from her orgasm when Naresh kept moving. His cock slid through her sensitive, pulsing pussy, slower now but deep. She whimpered, oversensitive, yet her hips still rose to meet him. She held my hand tightly against her chest.
“She came so hard,” Naresh said to me, voice strained. “Her pussy is still gripping my cock. I am close.”
“Do not pull out,” I answered. I looked at her. “Sudha… he is going to cum inside you. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes glassy and locked on me. “I want to feel it. Cum inside me… please…”
Naresh groaned and thrust faster again. Her heavy breasts bounced. She moaned softly, body open and accepting, still clinging to my hand. I loved the raw need on her face. The sharp regret flickered once more, then faded as I watched her take him, waiting for him to fill her.
Naresh thrust deep and stayed buried. His cock pulsed hard inside her pussy. He came with a low groan, flooding her with thick cum. She felt every spurt and moaned, hips rolling, pussy clenching to milk him.
“He is cumming inside me,” she gasped to me, voice raw. “I can feel it… so warm… ahhh…”
“Take it, Sudha,” I said, kissing her. “All of it.”
“She is squeezing every drop,” Naresh told me, still throbbing inside her. “Your wife loves being filled.”
She held my hand tightly to her lips, kissing it while he emptied himself. Her body shook with the aftershocks. I loved the sight of her taking his cum, the way she looked only at me. The sharp regret was still there, quiet now, buried under how much I had enjoyed every moment of watching her.
Naresh stayed inside her for a moment longer, cock still pulsing with the last of his cum. Then he slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of cum leaked from her pussy onto the white sheets. She lay there breathing hard, legs still open, body soft and spent. She had not let go of my hand.
“She took it all,” Naresh said to me, voice satisfied. “Look at her. Full of my cum.”
I looked. The sight made my cock throb again. I leaned down and kissed her gently.
“Sudha,” I said. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” she whispered, eyes half-closed, looking only at me. “Warm. Tired. Happy you stayed.”
She tugged my hand closer and hugged it against her chest. A small, shaky smile touched her lips. I loved the softness in her face now. The sharp regret was still present, faint but real, yet it sat quieter beside the warmth of holding her while another man’s cum leaked out of her.
Naresh sat back on the bed, catching his breath. Cum continued to leak slowly from her pussy. She turned her face toward me, still holding my hand, and spoke softly.
“Kiss me,” she said.
I kissed her, slow and gentle. She kissed me back, tired and tender. After a moment she whispered against my lips.
“I want you too. Not yet… but soon. When we go home.”
“We will,” I answered.
Naresh stood and began picking up his clothes.
“She was perfect,” he said to me. “First time in a pub and she took everything. You both enjoyed it.”
“We did,” I said.
She smiled faintly at that, eyes on me, and squeezed my hand. The room smelled of sex. Outside, the city lights glowed behind the curtains. We stayed like that a little longer, her naked and full of his cum, me beside her, the night still not over.
We stayed on the bed a few minutes more. She kept my hand against her chest. Her breathing slowed. Naresh dressed quietly. When he was done he looked at both of us.
“I will go down first,” he said. “Give you a moment. The room is paid. Take your time.”
He left. The door closed. It was only us now. She turned fully toward me, naked, cum still leaking from her pussy onto the sheets. She hugged me, arms around my neck, face against my shoulder.
“Thank you for staying,” she whispered. “I was scared, but you were there. It made it better.”
“I am glad I stayed, Sudha,” I said. I kissed her hair. “How is your body?”
“Sore. Full. Good.” She pulled back enough to look at me. “Do you regret it?”
I was quiet for a second. The sharp feeling was still there, but smaller.
“A little,” I admitted. “And I also loved it. Both.”
She nodded, understanding, and hugged me again. We lay like that until her shivering stopped. Then she sat up slowly.
“Let us clean up and go home,” she said. “I want our bed now.”
I helped her stand. We gathered the yellow chiffon saree and the rest of her clothes from the floor and went into the bathroom together.
In the bathroom she stood under the warm water while I helped her. She winced a little when she washed between her legs. His cum ran down her thighs and disappeared into the drain. She looked at me, hair wet, heavy breasts shining with water.
“It still feels strange,” she said softly. “Knowing he was inside me.”
“I know,” I answered. I soaped her back gently. “We will go home now. Just us.”
She nodded. After she rinsed, she stepped out and dried herself. I watched her pull the maroon panties back on, then the white petticoat, the white bra, the yellow blouse. Finally she wrapped the yellow chiffon saree around herself again. The pallu covered the faint marks on her neck. She looked almost the same as when we had arrived, except for the softness in her eyes and the way she moved a little slower.
We left the room and took the lift down. Neither of us spoke much. In the car she rested her head on my shoulder while I drove.
I drove through the quiet night roads. The city lights slid across the windshield. My wife sat close beside me in the yellow chiffon saree, the pallu resting on her lap. She had not let go of my hand since we left the hotel. Her fingers stayed laced with mine on the gear shift, thumb moving slowly over my skin as if she was checking something.
“Are you okay?” she asked after a while. Her voice was soft. She turned her head to look at me. “You have been quiet. I keep holding your hand to see if you are still here with me.”
“I am here, Sudha,” I said. I squeezed her hand gently. “Just thinking.”
“About what happened?”
“Yes.”
She was silent for a moment. Her thumb kept stroking my hand.
“Do you feel different toward me now?” she asked. “I need to know. That is why I am holding you like this. To feel if you pull away.”
“I am not pulling away,” I answered. I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles while I drove. “I am still yours. We will reach home soon.”
She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder again, hand still tightly held in mine, the yellow chiffon saree warm against my arm as the car moved through the empty streets.
I parked the car in front of our house. We got out. My wife walked beside me in the yellow chiffon saree, still holding my hand. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. The moment the door closed behind us I turned to her.
I did not wait. I pulled the pin of the yellow chiffon saree and tore the pallu away. The saree loosened. I yanked it off her body in rough folds and let it fall. She gasped. I opened the yellow blouse quickly, almost tearing the hooks, and pushed it off her shoulders. The white bra followed. Her heavy breasts spilled free. I shoved the white petticoat and maroon panties down her thick thighs in one motion. She stood naked in the living room, breathing fast, eyes wide.
“Rajesh…” she started.
I pushed her back onto the sofa. She fell onto the cushions, legs opening. I took my clothes off in a hurry, white shirt and black pants hitting the floor, and got naked. My cock was already hard. I stood over her, looking at her naked body on our sofa, the same body another man had just fucked. She looked up at me, chest rising, waiting.
I got on top of her on the sofa. Her thighs opened for me at once. I pushed my cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. She was still wet and loose from him. I groaned at the feeling and began to fuck her deep and rough.
While I moved inside her I replayed everything. The way Naresh had kissed her neck in the lift. The filthy saliva kiss at the bar. Her giggling when he called her whore. The sight of her sucking his cock on the hotel bed. The way her pussy had stretched around him. The moment he came inside her and she moaned my name. Every image made me fuck her harder.
“I keep seeing it,” I said against her ear. “All of it. You with him.”
“I know,” she gasped, arms around me. “Fuck me. Take it back.”
I drove into her, enjoying the heat and the memories at the same time, cock throbbing as I claimed her on our sofa while the night’s pictures played behind my eyes.
I fucked her harder on the sofa. My cock drove deep into her pussy with every thrust. She was wet and open, still carrying the feeling of him. Her heavy breasts bounced under me. She held onto my shoulders, moaning with each stroke.
The pictures kept coming. Naresh kissing her navel on the stage. Her shameless whispers in my ear while he licked her. The way she had giggled when he called her whore. The sight of his cum leaking out of her in the hotel room. Each memory made me thrust deeper.
“You let him cum inside you,” I said, voice rough. “I watched all of it.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “And now you are fucking me. Don’t stop. I need you.”
I grabbed her wide hips and pounded her. The sofa creaked. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in, eyes locked on mine. I loved the heat of her, the way she took me after him. The sharp edge of everything that had happened only made me fuck her more desperately, claiming her body on our own sofa while the night still burned in both of us.
I kept fucking her deep on the sofa. My cock drove into her pussy, and she gripped me tighter with every thrust. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest. She was moaning, but her eyes had turned wet. Guilt moved across her face, clear and painful.
“I should not have let him,” she whispered, voice breaking. Her hands clutched my back as if she was afraid I would pull away. “I let another man fuck me. I am sorry, Rajesh. I can still feel him.”
I thrust harder, feeling the heat and the ache in her words.
“Then give me everything now,” I said against her mouth. “All the pleasure. Do not hold anything back from me.”
She nodded, almost desperate. A shaky breath left her. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and pulled me deeper, hips rising to meet every stroke. She kissed me hard, lips trembling, pouring herself into it.
“Take it,” she gasped. Her voice was raw. “All of me. I am yours. I can feel you getting close… my pussy is clenching… don’t stop… please…”
I fucked her harder, right to the edge. Her body shook under me. Her nails dug into my skin. I was throbbing, seconds away from cumming, but I held there, buried deep inside her, both of us trembling on the edge while she gave me every bit of her pleasure and her guilt at once.
I could not hold the edge any longer. I thrust one last time and buried my cock as deep as it would go inside her pussy. The second I was fully inside, my cock began to pulse. Thick cum surged out of me in hard spurts. At the exact same moment her whole body tightened under me. Her back arched off the sofa. A broken, raw cry left her throat.
“Rajesh… I am cumming… with you… ahhh…”
Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, milking every pulse. I groaned her name against her neck and kept cumming, flooding her. She shook violently, legs locked tight around my waist, arms hugging me so hard I could barely breathe. Her heavy breasts pressed flat against my chest. Tears of pleasure and guilt wet her cheeks. She kissed my neck again and again while her orgasm rolled through her in long waves.
“I can feel you filling me,” she whispered, voice cracking. “All of it… stay inside… don’t leave…”
We trembled together on the sofa. Her pussy kept fluttering around me, drawing out every last drop. I held her close, still buried deep, both of us cumming as one until the final pulses slowly faded and only our shaky breathing remained.
We stayed hugging together on the sofa long after the last pulses faded. My cock softened slowly inside her. Her pussy gave small, tired flutters around me. She did not let go. She kept hugging me, face pressed to my neck, her breathing gradually slowing into something softer.
“I am sorry,” she whispered, the words barely there. “For letting him fuck me. For how much I enjoyed it.”
“I know, Sudha,” I said. I kissed her hair, then her temple. “You gave me everything just now. I felt all of it.”
She nodded against my shoulder. Quiet tears touched my chest and stayed there. Her legs remained loosely wrapped around my waist. Our mixed cum leaked slowly from her pussy, warm between her thighs and on the sofa. The house was completely silent. We lay in the afterglow, sweaty, heavy, and close, her guilt resting open between us while I held her and neither of us moved.
We stayed hugging on the sofa. My cock had slipped out of her. Our mixed cum was warm between her thighs. She kept her face against my neck, arms still around me.
“Naresh was lucky tonight,” I said quietly. “He got to enjoy you. Your body, your sounds, all of it. First time in a pub and he had you completely.”
She was silent for a moment. Then she lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were soft and tired.
“You are more lucky, Rajesh,” she said, my name gentle on her lips. “You had me before him. You had me after him. You are the one I came home to. He only borrowed me for a while. You are the one I belong to, Rajesh.”
She hugged me tighter and kissed my shoulder.
“He was lucky for one night,” she whispered. “You are lucky every night, my Rajesh.”
I hugged her closer. The guilt in her voice had softened. We stayed like that, naked on the sofa, the house quiet around us.
We stayed hugging on the sofa, naked, the house completely still around us. She rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair slowly. Neither of us spoke for a long time.
“Rajesh,” she said at last, voice soft. “I do not want to go to a pub again. Not like that. Tonight was too much. I want to stay only yours.”
“We will not go again,” I answered. I kissed the top of her head. “It is finished. Only us from now on.”
She nodded against me and hugged me tighter.
“Thank you for bringing me home,” she whispered. “Thank you for still holding me like this.”
“Always, Sudha.”
We lay there a little longer, comforting each other in the quiet, the yellow chiffon saree forgotten on the floor, the night’s heat slowly cooling. Then we got up, switched off the lights, and went to our own bed. She curled into me under the sheet, and we slept.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova
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