03-01-2019, 11:41 PM
“Stay right here and finish the cooking quick!” I commanded my wife and stepped out of the kitchen for a moment. She was surprised to see me leave but finished chopping vegetable and put them for cooking. The maid had already prepared chapatis; so technically she would have finished cooking in 30 minutes as she promised. By the time I returned she had put chopped vegetables, oil and spices into the frying pan and was mixing it together.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!
My wife literally jumped in pain as I started using the table tennis bat on her bums. She was least prepared and turned hysterically to plead me not use that bat. I paid no attention to her pleading and made her bent on the platform and used the bat equally hard on her thighs. When she raised herself to continue mixing the vegetable on gas stove, I even targeted her back over the camisole. A few cries escaped her mouth as the bat made contact with her thighs or her skin but she did well to absorb the pain. The food was almost ready so she was expecting me to stop to have the food at least. But I was proving her wrong all the while.
“Continue”, I commanded her to continue describing her encounter with the two old men. She described in details as to how Mr. Naidu ravaged her bosom and then enjoyed spanking her bums using the wooden comb. The description fueled me further and she received some more strong and painful blows. She had finished describing Naidu and started with Mr. Nagarkar. I slowed down a bit and kept the bat aside and took control of her breasts from behind. She seemed to like that and offered me enough room as she kept mixing the vegetable on the gas stove. I pushed my hands inside her camisole and got hold of her ripped melons. It wasn’t anything new to me but they are just so amazing and firm that I enjoyed pressing them to my content. I even planted some kisses on her shoulders and gave gentle bytes on her earlobes. I could see her closing her eyes and enjoying the nature of physical love her own husband was offering. It didn’t take long before I turned her to face me and started kissing her full mouth. The food was ready by then but neither of us cared as I lifted her in my arms and carried towards the living room. She probably expected to head into bedroom but I placed her on the center table in front of the sofa and kept kissing her face, her neck, arms and eventually starting to suck her nipples and licking the areolas. Richa placed her hands around my neck and pulled me closer trying to pull my tee shirt off as I threw her camisole away. She was now fully naked
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Richa was now fully naked while I remained clothed and I backed off as suddenly as I had started.
“Why did you stop? Continue bitch!”, I speak in the mean tone once again. But my wife was turned on by then and she tries to jump towards me and resume kissing. I kept her firmly away and gave her another strong slap on her bums. “Don’t act smart! Resume!” I commanded her again.
“What’s wrong honey? They both penetrated me, I sucked them, gave Mr. Nagarkar a good blowjob and drank his juices. He eventually smothered my face and I ended up licking his ass”, my wife finished in one quick go.
“Bitch! Didn’t you feel ashamed screwing around while your husband was just downstairs?”
My wife was confused again and didn’t answer my question. She stayed put and waited for my reaction. I kept staring at her as if I was sort of angry with that encounter. She remained nervous and waited patiently. Once or twice she tried to touch my member over the pants but I managed to keep her at bay that added to her frustration. After about a minute of uneasy silence, I stretched my fingers towards her lower lips and grabbed them roughly.
“You will now serve your husband! Do you understand that bitch?” I roared at her.
She nodded instantly and offered herself to me. She was slightly filled with guilt and decided to do everything to make me happy. I felt bad for her but at the same time was strangely turned on planning to discipline my slutty wife. I didn’t show her any sympathy and lifted her once again carrying towards the bedroom. She was somewhat relieved to head towards the bedroom but it faded within a minute. I pulled out the handcuffs we had and restrained both her wrist together on her back. Her breasts instantly protruded out and I had fun mauling and kneading them like all the other men. I didn’t stop there and went ahead and put a black scarf on her eyes to blindfold her. She was now completely under control as I started dragging her outside of the bed. Although she knew the coordinates of our house, being blindfolded and dragged around, she struggled and almost lost her balance multiple times. I off course provided her support but remained rough to drag her back to the living room and bent her on the sofa armrest. I pinned down her legs using mine and started beating her bums mercilessly using the table tennis bat.
She managed to not cry out a single moan during my madness which further enraged me and I flipped her and started targeting her breasts. Her hands were roughly crushed under her own body and with legs tightly wrapped under me, she could barely move or protest. But her moans were audible this time as I roughly slapped her breasts. After about a minute or two, I asked her to stand and raise her arms above. She followed instantly giving me complete access to her body. I roamed around her and kept giving her random beating anywhere on the body. She would jump in pain when the bat hit her flesh and then assume her position once again. I made her suffer for long 5-10 minutes before departing from the room leaving her still standing blindfolded and arms raised in the middle of living room. She nervously tried to sense where I was but couldn’t figure it out.
“Honey! Where are you?” she tried to call out for me. I didn’t respond although I was back in the same room. I enjoyed watching her vulnerable position. No wonder men enjoy commanding her! She was looking so adoringly attractive and innocent while being handcuffed and blindfolded!
I was so tempted to take her into my arms and start lovemaking. But I kept playing mean as I went near her and started randomly giving her lighter slaps on her breasts. She kept her hands raised and moaned seductively as I did that but didn’t move an inch. I couldn’t hold long and started kissing her and ravaging her beauty. Eventually, I untied the scarf on her eyes and bent her on the center table. Her wrists were still locked behind so she couldn’t support herself and laid her torso flat on the table. I handled her roughly by pulling her hairs and spreading her legs. She thought I was going to penetrate her so she actually assisted me spread her but I started giving her strong pinches and slaps on her lower lips and womanhood. She struggled and moaned in agony as her clit was violated. It wasn’t the greatest of the pains she had gone through but the giver this time was uncommon and that was giving her bigger trauma (or kick). She had her next surprise when I spat on the table next to her face and commanded her to lick. She turned around with effort and looked at me. Her eyes were teary and for a moment I felt like stopping but I slapped her and spat again on her face this time.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!
My wife literally jumped in pain as I started using the table tennis bat on her bums. She was least prepared and turned hysterically to plead me not use that bat. I paid no attention to her pleading and made her bent on the platform and used the bat equally hard on her thighs. When she raised herself to continue mixing the vegetable on gas stove, I even targeted her back over the camisole. A few cries escaped her mouth as the bat made contact with her thighs or her skin but she did well to absorb the pain. The food was almost ready so she was expecting me to stop to have the food at least. But I was proving her wrong all the while.
“Continue”, I commanded her to continue describing her encounter with the two old men. She described in details as to how Mr. Naidu ravaged her bosom and then enjoyed spanking her bums using the wooden comb. The description fueled me further and she received some more strong and painful blows. She had finished describing Naidu and started with Mr. Nagarkar. I slowed down a bit and kept the bat aside and took control of her breasts from behind. She seemed to like that and offered me enough room as she kept mixing the vegetable on the gas stove. I pushed my hands inside her camisole and got hold of her ripped melons. It wasn’t anything new to me but they are just so amazing and firm that I enjoyed pressing them to my content. I even planted some kisses on her shoulders and gave gentle bytes on her earlobes. I could see her closing her eyes and enjoying the nature of physical love her own husband was offering. It didn’t take long before I turned her to face me and started kissing her full mouth. The food was ready by then but neither of us cared as I lifted her in my arms and carried towards the living room. She probably expected to head into bedroom but I placed her on the center table in front of the sofa and kept kissing her face, her neck, arms and eventually starting to suck her nipples and licking the areolas. Richa placed her hands around my neck and pulled me closer trying to pull my tee shirt off as I threw her camisole away. She was now fully naked
______________________________
Richa was now fully naked while I remained clothed and I backed off as suddenly as I had started.
“Why did you stop? Continue bitch!”, I speak in the mean tone once again. But my wife was turned on by then and she tries to jump towards me and resume kissing. I kept her firmly away and gave her another strong slap on her bums. “Don’t act smart! Resume!” I commanded her again.
“What’s wrong honey? They both penetrated me, I sucked them, gave Mr. Nagarkar a good blowjob and drank his juices. He eventually smothered my face and I ended up licking his ass”, my wife finished in one quick go.
“Bitch! Didn’t you feel ashamed screwing around while your husband was just downstairs?”
My wife was confused again and didn’t answer my question. She stayed put and waited for my reaction. I kept staring at her as if I was sort of angry with that encounter. She remained nervous and waited patiently. Once or twice she tried to touch my member over the pants but I managed to keep her at bay that added to her frustration. After about a minute of uneasy silence, I stretched my fingers towards her lower lips and grabbed them roughly.
“You will now serve your husband! Do you understand that bitch?” I roared at her.
She nodded instantly and offered herself to me. She was slightly filled with guilt and decided to do everything to make me happy. I felt bad for her but at the same time was strangely turned on planning to discipline my slutty wife. I didn’t show her any sympathy and lifted her once again carrying towards the bedroom. She was somewhat relieved to head towards the bedroom but it faded within a minute. I pulled out the handcuffs we had and restrained both her wrist together on her back. Her breasts instantly protruded out and I had fun mauling and kneading them like all the other men. I didn’t stop there and went ahead and put a black scarf on her eyes to blindfold her. She was now completely under control as I started dragging her outside of the bed. Although she knew the coordinates of our house, being blindfolded and dragged around, she struggled and almost lost her balance multiple times. I off course provided her support but remained rough to drag her back to the living room and bent her on the sofa armrest. I pinned down her legs using mine and started beating her bums mercilessly using the table tennis bat.
She managed to not cry out a single moan during my madness which further enraged me and I flipped her and started targeting her breasts. Her hands were roughly crushed under her own body and with legs tightly wrapped under me, she could barely move or protest. But her moans were audible this time as I roughly slapped her breasts. After about a minute or two, I asked her to stand and raise her arms above. She followed instantly giving me complete access to her body. I roamed around her and kept giving her random beating anywhere on the body. She would jump in pain when the bat hit her flesh and then assume her position once again. I made her suffer for long 5-10 minutes before departing from the room leaving her still standing blindfolded and arms raised in the middle of living room. She nervously tried to sense where I was but couldn’t figure it out.
“Honey! Where are you?” she tried to call out for me. I didn’t respond although I was back in the same room. I enjoyed watching her vulnerable position. No wonder men enjoy commanding her! She was looking so adoringly attractive and innocent while being handcuffed and blindfolded!
I was so tempted to take her into my arms and start lovemaking. But I kept playing mean as I went near her and started randomly giving her lighter slaps on her breasts. She kept her hands raised and moaned seductively as I did that but didn’t move an inch. I couldn’t hold long and started kissing her and ravaging her beauty. Eventually, I untied the scarf on her eyes and bent her on the center table. Her wrists were still locked behind so she couldn’t support herself and laid her torso flat on the table. I handled her roughly by pulling her hairs and spreading her legs. She thought I was going to penetrate her so she actually assisted me spread her but I started giving her strong pinches and slaps on her lower lips and womanhood. She struggled and moaned in agony as her clit was violated. It wasn’t the greatest of the pains she had gone through but the giver this time was uncommon and that was giving her bigger trauma (or kick). She had her next surprise when I spat on the table next to her face and commanded her to lick. She turned around with effort and looked at me. Her eyes were teary and for a moment I felt like stopping but I slapped her and spat again on her face this time.
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