4 hours ago
Kusha groaned in frustration against her husband's lips. "Harder!" she urged, lowering a hand to grip and pull his hip demandingly. "Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!" And he did speed up, pressing her against the bed with powerful strokes. He didn't lack the strength, and his cock was a decent size…
...but he was only fucking her hard because she told him to. In that moment, Kusha didn't picture Rakesh. She wasn't that far gone. But she did picture a strong, cocky man... pulling into the bedroom himself. Stripping off her clothes. Fucking her hard and fast because that was what he wanted, not what he was instructed to do. And for a moment, Kusha found herself unexpectedly on the edge. She never came from penetration, yet there she was... almost there.
"Is this ok?" asked Sharath above her in a panting voice. "Is it too hard?
She lost it. Her orgasm seemed as distant as the moon now. She swallowed her disappointment and purred, "Mmmmm, perfect, honey. I want you to cum for me..."
"Already?" asked Sharath, confused, "But babe, we just..."
Kusha shut him up with a deep kiss, working her hips against his frantically while milking his cock tight inside her.
He finished up within a minute, but Kusha couldn't blame him for that. She had done everything she could to get him off as quickly as possible so she could exit this awkward, failed sexual experiment and have time to think. He came inside her, a rare treat for him, and Kusha assured him immediately that she didn't need his regular oral service tonight.
Finally, Sharath went off to take a quick shower, and Kusha was left to her own devices.
She wasn't proud of herself. She had let Rakesh get into her head tonight and played a game with her beloved husband. A game where she hadn't even explained the rules or warned him that they were about to play. She had no right to be frustrated with Sharath. She had married him because he wasn't a pushy asshole like Rakesh. It was a good trait. And the reason why he didn't aggressively push for sex was because he knew that she didn't like that.
She had to stop thinking so much about what Rakesh thought. It wasn't good for her.
Kusha's phone buzzed, and she picked it up to find a work email. Oh God, speak of the devil... It was Rakesh, with a request for an element to add to the design of his bedroom.
Hey Kusha wusha!
Had an idea for the room I wanted to run by you. For some time, I've been collecting a pair of panties from every woman I bed as a little souvenir. I'd love to have some way to display my collection in my new room! You're the design wizard, so you tell me: what would be the best way to display a couple dozen pairs of panties? Interested to hear your thoughts!
-Rakesh
As she read, Kusha's eyes narrowed, and that sense of frustration and annoyance she had been feeling all week flared up inside her. This request was ridiculous! He couldn't really expect that Kusha would be willing to work something obscene like this into her designs, could he?
As she began to draft a heated reply to Rakesh's unacceptable request, Kusha didn't even realize that her idea from earlier in the day of cancelling Rakesh's contract had completely slipped her mind...
...but he was only fucking her hard because she told him to. In that moment, Kusha didn't picture Rakesh. She wasn't that far gone. But she did picture a strong, cocky man... pulling into the bedroom himself. Stripping off her clothes. Fucking her hard and fast because that was what he wanted, not what he was instructed to do. And for a moment, Kusha found herself unexpectedly on the edge. She never came from penetration, yet there she was... almost there.
"Is this ok?" asked Sharath above her in a panting voice. "Is it too hard?
She lost it. Her orgasm seemed as distant as the moon now. She swallowed her disappointment and purred, "Mmmmm, perfect, honey. I want you to cum for me..."
"Already?" asked Sharath, confused, "But babe, we just..."
Kusha shut him up with a deep kiss, working her hips against his frantically while milking his cock tight inside her.
He finished up within a minute, but Kusha couldn't blame him for that. She had done everything she could to get him off as quickly as possible so she could exit this awkward, failed sexual experiment and have time to think. He came inside her, a rare treat for him, and Kusha assured him immediately that she didn't need his regular oral service tonight.
Finally, Sharath went off to take a quick shower, and Kusha was left to her own devices.
She wasn't proud of herself. She had let Rakesh get into her head tonight and played a game with her beloved husband. A game where she hadn't even explained the rules or warned him that they were about to play. She had no right to be frustrated with Sharath. She had married him because he wasn't a pushy asshole like Rakesh. It was a good trait. And the reason why he didn't aggressively push for sex was because he knew that she didn't like that.
She had to stop thinking so much about what Rakesh thought. It wasn't good for her.
Kusha's phone buzzed, and she picked it up to find a work email. Oh God, speak of the devil... It was Rakesh, with a request for an element to add to the design of his bedroom.
Hey Kusha wusha!
Had an idea for the room I wanted to run by you. For some time, I've been collecting a pair of panties from every woman I bed as a little souvenir. I'd love to have some way to display my collection in my new room! You're the design wizard, so you tell me: what would be the best way to display a couple dozen pairs of panties? Interested to hear your thoughts!
-Rakesh
As she read, Kusha's eyes narrowed, and that sense of frustration and annoyance she had been feeling all week flared up inside her. This request was ridiculous! He couldn't really expect that Kusha would be willing to work something obscene like this into her designs, could he?
As she began to draft a heated reply to Rakesh's unacceptable request, Kusha didn't even realize that her idea from earlier in the day of cancelling Rakesh's contract had completely slipped her mind...
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