Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

[manigopal]

“Muze ek bottle paani dijiye please! Clean water!(Could you please get me a bottle of clean water?)”, my wife pleaded them as she desperately wanted to wash her face and gargle. Raja quickly fetched her a bottle of water from his scooter. It wasn’t a fresh mineral water bottle and it was only half full but Richa took it gracefully. Both Raja and Sanjay were looking at her as she slowly got onto her feet. The water in the bottle was just about enough to wash her palms and face once and she wanted to confirm with the men if they had finished using her before cleaning herself. But Richa hesitated and took a minute before finally putting forward the difficult question. “Aur kuch kaarna baaki hai ki mein mooh saaf karu? (Are you done with me? Should I wash my face?)” Richa whispered in low voice and lowered gaze. She couldn’t look up to them as she uttered those words. The men smiled loudly at her question and that further embarrassed her. But they weren’t the sadist like (Mr. Patil or Ranabhir or others) who would enjoy her humiliation as well. “Naahi madam! Abhi ke liye kaafi hai! Baad mein dekhte hai! (No madam, enough for today. We’ll see at a later point!)” Sanjay confirmed they had concluded their endeavors for the day. Richa felt relived as she quickly washed her palms and then used some water to wash her face. She managed to save just about enough water to gargle out once. It made her much comfortable although rest of her body was complete mess. She could feel her hairs covered with muddy and dirty water, the backside of her body was completely wet with traces of stranded hairs and all the dirty things stuck along. Her clothes were into a mess as well with her petticoat and bra into a total mess. She just managed to put on the blouse and wrapped saree loosely around. The fancy bangles she was wearing were either broken or damaged, her earrings and pendant were dirty and her wedlock was messed up too (thankfully a fancy one and not golden). She somehow adjusted her hairs using her fingers and piled up her bra and panty into the petticoat before setting herself ready to leave.
 
She was slightly concerned about someone noticing her exiting out of the toilet or finding out how she messed her clothes and everything. She had prepared a quick plan of walking brisk to the society entrance and then taking the stairs to climb to the house to avoid being seen. She knew people rarely use stairs at late hours and they weren’t very brightly lit either. Sanjay stepped out and did a quick survey to decide whether it was safe to move out. He didn’t find anyone in the small passage towards our society and gave a thumbs up to Richa indicating it was safe to leave. “Aap ka mobile no dijiye na madam! Bass yuhi kabhi maan kiya toh! (Can I get your phone number madam? Just in case we feel like meeting you!)” Raja spoke as Richa was about to step out. Richa waited for a split second before giving away her number and both the men instantly saved it into their mobiles. They walked behind her at safe distance until she reached the entrance of our society. The watchmen were as usual busy chit chatting and that allowed her to quickly sneak into out building. She literally rushed through the stairs and kept ramming the doorbell until I opened the door. She pushed me aside and rushed into our common bathroom and started the shower. Because of my injury I didn’t rush behind her. Instead I locked the door and then slowly walked over to the bathroom. She had completely unwrapped herself and thrown the clothes into a corner while pouring as much liquid soap on her body possible. She used a lot of water and mouth freshener to gargle and clean her mouth. I waited at the door of the bathroom patiently as her cleansing hysteria continued for well over five minutes. She smiled when she noticed me standing at the door and watching her naked body eagerly.
 
“So you didn’t reach the dandiya ground, eh?” I asked her as a genuine question but with a mischievous smile.
 
“No darling! The Holi gang! At the dirty public toilet!” she uttered some words that I wasn’t able to connect quickly. “Give me 15 minutes honey! I will be there!” she requested for her time and I walked back to the sofa. I saw her marching out of the common bathroom but rushing into our master bath. But she kept her words and was back into my laps with just a towel wrapped around her. She kissed me and started narrating the incident and I kept playing with her body continually. She shuddered even when she recollected how Raja flooded her face with that dirty water from the bucket. She was indeed shivering when she describes how it started and proceeded all the while. WHACK… WHACK… WHACK…. I gave her a series of strong slaps on her bums. “You’re one heck of a slut!” I commented and she responded with a mischievous smile. “Don’t you want to punish your slut?” she asked me as we walked towards the bedroom. I was already rock hard when she made me sat down on the edge of the bed and checked her vibrating phone. Raja had sent her WA messages thanking her initially and asking towards the end if they can repeat it the next day. Richa smiled it off when I looked at her questioningly but quickly handed me the metallic ruler that I typically use to spank her. She moaned open and loudly as I kept beating her buttocks and inner thighs before moving to her torso. The wooden ruler was replaced by a rubber chappal when I turned her around to target those beautiful melons. She showed great tolerance to take up some very strong blows until I stopped and picked her up to start smooching. It was another great lovemaking night for us.