11-01-2019, 11:34 PM
Hello folks! Back after a long break. Sometimes your day to day tasks get so
overwhelming that you just cannot take time out to do what you enjoy! Oh no,
don’t be worried! I am talking about myself, Richa cannot be idle this long. Here I
am starting to write about the next episodes of my dear wife! It was a Thursday
morning (a regular working day in the week) and Richa's phone rang around 7 am.
She was busy in the kitchen while I was preparing to leave for my work. Usually I
don’t peep in but the ring tone differed than her regular one and curiosity killed the
cat. I rushed through the passage with the phone ringing and shouted for her. It
didn’t need her any clarification as she realized through the ringtone who was
calling. “Loudspeaker please” I instructed my wife as we moved into living room.
“Good morning slut! Took a while to answer, eh?” I could hear Imran greeting my
wife in a relatively merry mood. “Sorry! I was in ......” my wife tried to respond
but was cut short abruptly. “Alone this morning? I am reaching in 15-20 minutes!”
Imran, as usual, was quick to task. “But....”, my wife tried to negotiate. “Alone or
not?” came a sharp question. “Then open the door at first bell!” Imran commanded
his pet and disconnected the call well inside 30 seconds. My wife first looked at
the phone and then blushingly at me.
“I need to rush!” I declared in a rather serious note as I walked back to our
bedroom. I had already put on my clothes; I quickly sprayed the perfume, checked
my appearance and returned to living room with my bag. “I don’t wish to delay the
proceedings!” I said in a sarcastic tone but Richa was sharp to respond. “Don’t
worry! I will describe in detail! Now just get lost!” her reaction actually brought a
smile on my face and she knew it too. We kissed and I gave her a couple of tight
slaps on her bums as I prepared to leave my wife behind. “Quick job?” I asked her
just when I opened the door. She was startled too but didn’t deny. I didn’t bother to
bolt the door but instead just stood behind it on the inside. Richa quickly went
down on her knees and unzipped my trouser and lowered my underwear. “Just the
morning hard-on, eh?” she winked as she took my member out and started
massaging along with gentle scratching of balls. I thrusted my member inside her
mouth violently and released a globe of saliva directed at her face. She welcomed
both gracefully and started giving me the blowjob. The call with Imran and open
door probably added to the excitement as she sucked me hard while I also kept
thrusting equally strong. She didn’t rush through but licked my shaft all over
including tickling my balls with the tip of her tongue. She kept looking at me in
between to gauge my reactions. It was a terrific turn on to see her voraciously
sucking off my member; I couldn’t hold long and sprouted into her mouth and her
face. She rushed to bathroom to grab a towel to clean my member. My juicesreached her stomach and I planted a goodbye kiss on the cheeks before shutting
the door on my back. I left her very little time to gather herself. And I wasn’t
wrong as I noticed Imran rushing into our wing while I was starting on the ignition
of my car. I drove off with a wry smile as I noticed Mr. Nagarkar also walking on
the parallel walkway but he didn’t notice me.
Richa barely managed to wash her mouth and gargle or adjust her clothing (just a
night gown running until her knees and panty inside) when the doorbell rang. She
answered quickly and Imran walked into our house. She rushed to place the
dustbin outside as the sweeper was also at the door. Thankfully, Imran didn’t get
nasty and she was able to shut the door to attend him sitting on the sofa. Richa has
admitted many times that if Imran doesn’t get started instantly, it makes her very
nervous. She finds it very difficult to have any conversation with him other than
responding to his commands. So, in the absence of these commands, she gets
confused although it’s not a very common phenomenon. But she didn’t have to be
confused for a long. Imran rushed towards her and pulled her hairs violently while
lifting her gown simultaneously. Richa, obviously, doesn’t know to oppose him
and adjusted herself into his rough grip. He instantly rolled her panties down and
made her take it off and thrown towards one corner of the room. His left hand was
now pulling her hairs violently while the fingers of his right hand explored her
womanhood. Richa was already numb with him being around and instantly parted
her legs to provide him more room. She cried in pain as he pinched her lower lips
hard and started slapping her there. A couple of globes of his saliva landed her face
but it didn’t satisfy him as she had to open her mouth to ingest more. A few more
globes landed on her tongue and a strong face-slap on her left side indicating she
needs to shut her mouth. She acknowledged instantly as his right hand moved back
to exploring her opening. He continued pinching her clit and lower lips strong that
she couldn’t hold straight but started dancing in pain. He didn’t finger her but
could feel her wetness as he was tormenting her lower lips.
“What are you doing tomorrow and Saturday?” asked Imran as he suddenly
released his grip on her hair and pushed her a bit away. Richa stumbled a bit by the
push as well as the sudden question. “Umm...nothing much...I think.... but...
umm”, my wife had to fight for words at this sudden onslaught. “Great! Manage
your husband that you cannot come home until Saturday evening!” Imran declared
indicating that he had some plans for her for Friday night and Saturday. “No! No! I
mean I need to go to office Friday!” Richa tried to argue. “And I cannot do
anything overnight! That’s just not possible!” she blabbered when Imran didn’t
respond instantly. “Really?” Imran exclaimed as he pulled her again and his righthand went back to her lower opening, this time not stopping at pinching but also
some tickling and a finger making its way up. Richa's face contorted at first
followed by closed eyes and heavy breathing. He kept toying around her
womanhood with his fingers while his other fist was now choking her mouth
slightly. There was absolutely no resistance although it was painful thrusting but
my wife remained composed and didn’t try to distract her tormentor. Imran
switched gears skillfully to subject her to pain and pleasure alternately and it
didn’t need him more than 3 to 4 minutes.
“Yes, sorry! Yes, yes, I mean I will manage!” my wife exploded almost instantly.
overwhelming that you just cannot take time out to do what you enjoy! Oh no,
don’t be worried! I am talking about myself, Richa cannot be idle this long. Here I
am starting to write about the next episodes of my dear wife! It was a Thursday
morning (a regular working day in the week) and Richa's phone rang around 7 am.
She was busy in the kitchen while I was preparing to leave for my work. Usually I
don’t peep in but the ring tone differed than her regular one and curiosity killed the
cat. I rushed through the passage with the phone ringing and shouted for her. It
didn’t need her any clarification as she realized through the ringtone who was
calling. “Loudspeaker please” I instructed my wife as we moved into living room.
“Good morning slut! Took a while to answer, eh?” I could hear Imran greeting my
wife in a relatively merry mood. “Sorry! I was in ......” my wife tried to respond
but was cut short abruptly. “Alone this morning? I am reaching in 15-20 minutes!”
Imran, as usual, was quick to task. “But....”, my wife tried to negotiate. “Alone or
not?” came a sharp question. “Then open the door at first bell!” Imran commanded
his pet and disconnected the call well inside 30 seconds. My wife first looked at
the phone and then blushingly at me.
“I need to rush!” I declared in a rather serious note as I walked back to our
bedroom. I had already put on my clothes; I quickly sprayed the perfume, checked
my appearance and returned to living room with my bag. “I don’t wish to delay the
proceedings!” I said in a sarcastic tone but Richa was sharp to respond. “Don’t
worry! I will describe in detail! Now just get lost!” her reaction actually brought a
smile on my face and she knew it too. We kissed and I gave her a couple of tight
slaps on her bums as I prepared to leave my wife behind. “Quick job?” I asked her
just when I opened the door. She was startled too but didn’t deny. I didn’t bother to
bolt the door but instead just stood behind it on the inside. Richa quickly went
down on her knees and unzipped my trouser and lowered my underwear. “Just the
morning hard-on, eh?” she winked as she took my member out and started
massaging along with gentle scratching of balls. I thrusted my member inside her
mouth violently and released a globe of saliva directed at her face. She welcomed
both gracefully and started giving me the blowjob. The call with Imran and open
door probably added to the excitement as she sucked me hard while I also kept
thrusting equally strong. She didn’t rush through but licked my shaft all over
including tickling my balls with the tip of her tongue. She kept looking at me in
between to gauge my reactions. It was a terrific turn on to see her voraciously
sucking off my member; I couldn’t hold long and sprouted into her mouth and her
face. She rushed to bathroom to grab a towel to clean my member. My juicesreached her stomach and I planted a goodbye kiss on the cheeks before shutting
the door on my back. I left her very little time to gather herself. And I wasn’t
wrong as I noticed Imran rushing into our wing while I was starting on the ignition
of my car. I drove off with a wry smile as I noticed Mr. Nagarkar also walking on
the parallel walkway but he didn’t notice me.
Richa barely managed to wash her mouth and gargle or adjust her clothing (just a
night gown running until her knees and panty inside) when the doorbell rang. She
answered quickly and Imran walked into our house. She rushed to place the
dustbin outside as the sweeper was also at the door. Thankfully, Imran didn’t get
nasty and she was able to shut the door to attend him sitting on the sofa. Richa has
admitted many times that if Imran doesn’t get started instantly, it makes her very
nervous. She finds it very difficult to have any conversation with him other than
responding to his commands. So, in the absence of these commands, she gets
confused although it’s not a very common phenomenon. But she didn’t have to be
confused for a long. Imran rushed towards her and pulled her hairs violently while
lifting her gown simultaneously. Richa, obviously, doesn’t know to oppose him
and adjusted herself into his rough grip. He instantly rolled her panties down and
made her take it off and thrown towards one corner of the room. His left hand was
now pulling her hairs violently while the fingers of his right hand explored her
womanhood. Richa was already numb with him being around and instantly parted
her legs to provide him more room. She cried in pain as he pinched her lower lips
hard and started slapping her there. A couple of globes of his saliva landed her face
but it didn’t satisfy him as she had to open her mouth to ingest more. A few more
globes landed on her tongue and a strong face-slap on her left side indicating she
needs to shut her mouth. She acknowledged instantly as his right hand moved back
to exploring her opening. He continued pinching her clit and lower lips strong that
she couldn’t hold straight but started dancing in pain. He didn’t finger her but
could feel her wetness as he was tormenting her lower lips.
“What are you doing tomorrow and Saturday?” asked Imran as he suddenly
released his grip on her hair and pushed her a bit away. Richa stumbled a bit by the
push as well as the sudden question. “Umm...nothing much...I think.... but...
umm”, my wife had to fight for words at this sudden onslaught. “Great! Manage
your husband that you cannot come home until Saturday evening!” Imran declared
indicating that he had some plans for her for Friday night and Saturday. “No! No! I
mean I need to go to office Friday!” Richa tried to argue. “And I cannot do
anything overnight! That’s just not possible!” she blabbered when Imran didn’t
respond instantly. “Really?” Imran exclaimed as he pulled her again and his righthand went back to her lower opening, this time not stopping at pinching but also
some tickling and a finger making its way up. Richa's face contorted at first
followed by closed eyes and heavy breathing. He kept toying around her
womanhood with his fingers while his other fist was now choking her mouth
slightly. There was absolutely no resistance although it was painful thrusting but
my wife remained composed and didn’t try to distract her tormentor. Imran
switched gears skillfully to subject her to pain and pleasure alternately and it
didn’t need him more than 3 to 4 minutes.
“Yes, sorry! Yes, yes, I mean I will manage!” my wife exploded almost instantly.
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