Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

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“Go, fetch the dustbin at the door! And no hands!” Richa received her next
command.
She knew this was the beginning of some filthy and nasty things coming her way.
They negotiated and ultimately my wife crawled all naked to the outside of our flat
door and pickup up the dustbin (a small plastic bucket) in her mouth and crawled
back in to the bathroom. Yes, she managed to get Imran inspect the surrounding
before she stepped out to pick the bucket (Lot of negotiation really!). She waited
inside the bathroom until Imran shut the door and returned. He had dropped his
trouser and removed the shirt as well. Richa was asked to fill that dustbin bucket
with water and pour it over her head on her body. She was pleasantly surprisedthat he didn’t ask her to lick the bucket or worse drink the water from it; she
happily followed his command. Honestly the bucket wasn’t as dirty since it was
washed just a couple of days back and usually it would have a plastic (the
disposable one �� ) bag that the sweeper would take away. Imran was standing
with hand shower when Richa placed the dustbin under the wash basin and
returned inside bathroom. He put a handcuff (that he was carrying) on her wrists
and attached it to the shower pipe. The shower was targeted first at her breasts but
he instantly moved to her face. Richa struggled a bit to adjust to the strong current
of cold water but did enough to please him as he tried to ensure her mouth was
washed. She gargled with the mouth freshener that he forcefully poured into her
mouth before she was kissed again. Imran started kissing and smooching her again
while Richa's hands were cuffed over her head and she was standing stark naked in
our bathroom. He went down too sucking her breasts and nipples and then
alternating between her breasts and her lips.
“May I blast these bums using the broom?” Imran asked candidly while kneading
her butts and signaling at the nylon broom.
Richa felt awkward as Imran put forward the request although she knew inside that
he was just letting her know what he wanted to do. But she was relatively glad
thinking the nylon broom may not really hurt. Imran removed her cuffs but she
didn’t answer anything as she was uncertain about what he wanted her to do.
BANG! A strong slap across her breasts reminded her that she needed to do
something; she quickly picked the broom and handed it to Imran and gauged his
reaction. “Turn on the switch and stand under the shower!” Imran was back to his
commanding nature. Richa was quick to respond as she carefully turned on the
switch and stood under the running water. She adjusted the hot/cold combination
such that it was just warm water running down but knew that Imran wouldn’t let
her enjoy the nice bath. Indeed, Imran turned off the shower to adjust her position.
He made her bend at the waist and hold her toes using the hands (a college like
punishment) and then positioned her such that the running water would hit her
back and flow down to her bums. He tucked her head down and readjusted the tap
to more than warm water level. He distanced himself and started spanking my
wife’s bums. The first few shots were relatively light as Imran adjusted his
distance, height from her and refrained from getting wet. When he felt comfortable
he started going hard. Richa started feeling the thin bristles of the groom banging
hard against her thighs, bums randomly. It started as irritation but soon turned into
pain as Imran mercilessly blasted her bottoms. The hot water was adding to her
misery as it was not only amplifying the pain but also burning her skin as thewater was running down into her butt crack and inside. She was finding it
extremely difficult beyond first 3-4 minutes and was standing up multiple times to
rub her bums. Surprising Imran didn’t object but he wouldn’t stop either as he kept
blasting her for a long 8-10 minutes. The intensity dropped gradually after around
10 minutes and finally he stopped leaving her bums reddish.
Imran continued to surprise Richa as he stepped out of bathroom and asked Richa
to follow him. She quickly grabbed the towel, dried her body and rushed towards
our bedroom where Imran was relaxing. Yes, he and Mr. Nagarkar were well
versed with our home by then. Richa stumbled and waited at the door when she
noticed Imran in front of her but facing away. He turned around and grabbed her
hand to pull her closer. He kissed her one more time and then made her sit down
on the edge of the bed. Richa had wrapped a towel around her and Imran didn’t
pull it off. But he stood in front with his hardened member pointing towards her
face. She need not be told as she gently pushed his boxers down and planted a kiss
at the tip of his member. She looked up for a split second to check his affirmation
and resumed her job. It wasn’t her first time with Imran but there was no force this
time around which was unusual. She remained focused and started by kissing and
then slowly taking it in her mouth. She scratched his balls gently with her nails
while sucking the tip of his circumcised shaft. She went deeper and kissed his
balls, licked every side of his shaft and resumed sucking the tip that was now
shining with her saliva. They swapped the positions and Imran was now sitting on
the bed with his boxers taken off and my wife was kneeling in front of him giving
him the oral pleasure. He placed and roamed his hands through her hair and
applied some pressure to push himself deeper. Richa was prepared and widened
her mouth to accommodate him and get gagged. She did well to keep sucking him
as well as gagging over the shaft that was now hard as piston. Imran was literally
thumping her mouth by then and Richa's face was turning into mess with her
saliva dripping down through all sides. But it was still a very gentle action for
Richa especially since she was with Imran.
And she was overwhelmed when Imran pulled out of her mouth and positioned her
on the bed for penetration. She adjusted herself quickly and opened her legs to
welcome him. She wasn’t too disturbed at losing her towel as Imran got rid of his
own clothes too and lowered himself on her. My wife placed her hands around his
neck as Imran bent to kiss her breasts while his erect shaft rubbed against her inner
thighs knocking on her door. He sensed her excitement and was pleasantly
surprised too but he focused on enjoying her body. Richa was leaking and it didn’t
take him much effort to penetrate. She shrieked for the moment and hugged hisnaked body tighter while he kept sucking her breasts and increasing the pace of his
strokes. Within a minute or two, he had figured best angle and pace and was
testing Richa's cock accommodating abilities. She wasn’t a newbie either and kept
spreading and lifting herself to give him best experience. They kept changing
positions in between. Imran turned her on her side and kept blasting her tunnel
with a light spanking on her bums. It was followed by him completely lying on her
and both kissing each other. He even positioned behind her and kept humping her
for a long few minutes before finally settling for her on top position. He was lying
comfortably on our bed against a cushion of pillows and Richa was made to ride
him. She was facing him when they started and Imran had her breasts perfectly in
his hitting zone. He started twisting and threading them along with hard pinches as
she was riding him. And Richa was matching his cruelty by increasing her speed
of riding his member. She had already taken a lot on her bosom but was still
willing to explore further. Although, Imran then made her turn around with her
back towards him but still jumping on his shaft. He grabbed her bums and spread
them hard as if tearing them apart. Then followed pulling of her hairs and series of
hard slaps on her round bums. The extensive drilling had already pushed Richa to
the edge and she started growling as she reached her climax with Imran’s hard
spanking. He enjoyed it and sensed her juices flowing down her thighs. He wasn’t
done though as he lifted himself up and violently threw my wife on the bed to
penetrate again. Richa was stunned at his might as she was effortlessly lifted in the
air and thrown on the bed. And before she could absorb the impact she was
penetrated again. Imran went missionary on her this time and continued thrusting
her. His thighs were literally blasting against Richa's and the sound was almost
equivalent to someone clapping hands. He was reaching his peak and Richa was
prepared for it.
“Bloody whore!”, Imran grunted loudly as he collapsed on my wife’s body while
emptying his loads of semen inside her. It was instantly followed by large globes
of saliva smothered roughly on her face. She realized Imran had reached his
climax and didn’t want to break his rhythm. She kept calm although Imran was
acting like a wild beast blasting her face, breasts and arms and pinching (or
plucking) her nipples. She admitted later that it was extremely painful especially
with the brute force he was putting in. But she was so determined to keep him
happy that she didn’t resist anything. It further fueled Imran as he pulled his
member out and started rubbing it all over her face before pushing inside. He had
ejaculated very hard but his shaft was still leaking the juices and my wife gulped
them down along with his saliva, her juices and what not. When her face was a
total mess, he pulled her out of bed and threw on the floor in front of the dressingtable. He literally crushed her face against the carpet with his feet on it and picked
the wooden comb lying there. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still crushing
her under his feet and then positioned himself to start blasting her body. He started
with her exposed bums, explored her thighs and tried beating her delicate tits also.
Richa developed some nasty welts over her thighs and couldn’t take those painful
blows directly on her breasts but her face was still crushed under Imran’s foot
making her unable to protest. But Imran noticed my wife stretching out her arms to
avoid being beaten randomly and reduced his pace to check on her. Relieved with
his kindness (?), Richa quickly adjusted herself in front of him sitting on her
knees, hands placed on the head and eyes lowered. “Stretch those arms out!”
Imran shouted while slapping hard on her face. Richa stumbled with the sheer
power but recovered and quickly adjusted herself back on her knees with the arms
stretched out exactly how Imran wanted. He enjoyed the sight of her round and
firm breasts exposed to him and teased them with the comb before blasting the left
one from the side angle. Richa shrieked in pain and cupped herself but instantly
stretched the arms out to witness Imran blasting the right side. A couple of globes
of saliva landed on her breasts as Imran allowed her to rub and spread it to soothe
herself. “Thanks!” she still appreciated his kindness before easing the burning
sensation across both her breasts. Even Imran must have been puzzled when Richa
stretched her arms out again after feeling relatively better by comforting herself
with his saliva. But he didn’t know caring and enjoyed blasting those exquisite
breasts again until my wife’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Come over to bathroom!” Imran stood up and summoned my wife to accompany
him in the shower. He remained gentle as Richa prepared to soap his body and
clean him. Richa's company probably doesn’t let him be normal as he commanded
her to use tongue before starting with the soap on his armpits, shaft and bums
including the crack. As he stood comfortably by the wall with his hands raised, my
wife approached his chest. Her height could reach around his shoulders so he
didn’t have to bend. Richa started licking his chest as an appetizer before
gradually moving into his hairy armpits. He enjoyed the touch, licking and tickling
of her tongue and at times pressed her mouth under his arm. Richa didn’t exhibit
any resistance to where it had all started in that crowded bus and actually enjoyed
licking both his pits before pushing down. She had already cleaned his member
but didn’t mind taking another round and this time licking his entire groin
including his balls and inner thighs. But Imran seemed eager to smother her face
with his bums as he pushed her behind him and commanded to lick clean. He
didn’t apply any force initially as Richa remained on her knees and started by
kissing and licking his bum cheeks. That wasn’t new to her either as she had lickedthose hard bums in the past as well. She was holding them and at times tickling his
member also by pushing her hand through his legs. Finally she started going
deeper. Imran spread his legs slightly and helped Richa spread his cheeks so that
she could insert her face in between. Richa was gently spreading him but he
wanted her deeper so he helped her spread more and pushed himself back on her.
Richa's face was now sandwiched between Imran’s bums and the bathroom wall.
Richa knew he wouldn’t release until he gets that tickling sensation. She went
deeper and started to rub her nose first and also stretched her tongue out trying to
lick around. It wasn’t very comfortable feeling with his stray hairs obstructing her
but she remained focused and kept licking the inner of his creek and finally
reaching the brown hole. Imran sensed it and his shaft jumped in excitement. He
tried to locate her hands to have them play with his member but couldn’t do so. In
that position he wasn’t able to turn or reach her breasts using his hands either. The
simplest thing for him was to pick the brush lying around and start blasting my
wife. Off course his shots were meek and Richa didn’t slow down but instead went
deeper and inserted her tongue inside him and kept sucking vigorously. She
confessed they were difficult 5 minutes but when she pulled out she noticed him
content. He swiftly turned around and blasted her randomly with the brush in hand
but stopped in a minute or so. He then had her actually clean him as well as herself
before they stepped out of bathroom.
“Aren’t you going to office?” asked Imran when he noticed Richa trying to put up
some non-office attire. It was almost 10 am so Richa was certainly going to be late
by an hour least but she wasn’t sure if he was done or not. She didn’t ask that
openly but fumbled with words as always. “Well! I am leaving. If you plan to then
I can drop you as I am also heading in similar direction!” Imran commented. My
wife agreed quickly and prepared herself with regular office clothes. Imran didn’t
bother to step out and teased her couple of times in between as she was changing
but nothing really started again. She was slightly hesitant to leave with Imran but
had to agree as Imran refused to walk ahead. He remained polite and decent but
Mr. Nagarkar knew their secrets and Richa was tensed about that. He had
approached her in the earlier weeks as well but she had successfully negotiated.
But she was certain that he wouldn’t take any reasons if he finds her with Imran.
She kept looking at his wing as they walked past. Imran didn’t notice her as he
was busy booking a cab. Thankfully Mr. Nagarkar wasn’t in the sight and didn’t
spot her and Imran together as they walked towards the exit of our premises onto
the road. Imran called up the driver as they waited on the road and Richa managed
to stay little away from him thus pretending that she is also waiting for a cab. “A
couple of more minutes!” Imran informed her about the cab status as she stoodnervously. She so wanted to ask him if it was a shared cab or exclusive one but
didn’t dare to. Finally, her worries were put to rest as they jumped into the Swift
Dzire that Imran waived at. The traffic had subsided relatively and Imran didn’t
disturb her as both were engaged in their cell phones. Imran making multiple
phone calls related to his work while Richa responding to her messages and calls.
The map indicated around 45 minutes to Richa's office and she was relieved to
know that Imran didn’t try anything until 30 minutes and still remained occupied
in his work. Her heart skipped when he finished his phone calls and turned
towards her and instantly grabbed her left breast. She had put up glass blind since
beginning and the driver was engaged in his own phone call so she wasn’t
extremely worried. She had put on a sleeveless grey kurta and black leggings
without accessories except for wedlock, ear cuffs and a bracelet in one hand.
Imran moved closer to her and pushed his hand insider her leggings swiftly and
pinched her clit. They were now barely 10 minutes away from Richa's office and
he started of playing with her. With his one hand pinching her down, he rested the
thumb on his other hand on her lips. “Won’t you suck it like a bitch?” whispered
Imran and my wife instantly circled his thumb with her lips. He turned her face
towards him and made her notice that wry and cunning smile indicating how well
he understands the bitch inside her. Richa instantly lowered her eyes but sucked
harder as Imran pinched her clit harder. They were now merely two traffic lights
away from her office building when Imran whispered. “Leave the panty in the taxi
and get off!” Richa was shell shocked and turned around literally begging him.
Imran wore an expressionless but stern look indicating no chances of negotiations.
Her heartbeats skipped as she gently raised her bums to roll the leggings down.
Yes, this was happening at a traffic light on a busy road, the only savior being the
glass blinds. Richa tried to be as quite and steady as she could be as she rolled
both her leggings and panties together to her knees and sat back on the seat by
covering her naked thighs with the kurta as much as possible. The taxi started at
signal when the leggings and panty were lying at her knees. She looked up to
Imran but he remained calm and firm. Having no options, she rolled them down
further and pull out one leg first. She gradually repeated for the other leg and have
the panty removed by the time taxi reached the next light. She quickly placed it
aside and proceeded to wear the leggings back. “Here!” she could barely speak as
she offered the panty to Imran forgetting his earlier instruction. “I said leave in the
taxi!” Imran reminded her instantly. “But why?” my wife questioned instantly and
innocently as she couldn’t reason it. “Stop at the next entrance!” Imran instructed
the driver to stop at Richa's office. My poor wife wasn’t able to make a decision
but finally crumpled it and left behind the driver’s seat before opening the door.
The driver didn’t notice anything although Richa's hands were stumbling as sheclosed the door. She noticed Imran smiling at her uneasiness as she left for the
office. She was possessed by the run of incidents and didn’t pay much attention to
being without panty. Thankfully, work was waiting for her as she quickly
submerged herself into it and parted way from an eventful morning.
Richa's ordeal was far from over though! I had called her around 11:30 to check on
whether she was at work and okay. She was updating me about the morning and
Imran’s demand for Friday and Saturday. I am usually supportive of her decisions
but since she herself wasn’t sure about Friday’s leave at office and accompanying
Imran overnight, I suggested to talk to Imran and politely refuse to the plan. Just as
we were discussing she heard a beep of another incoming call. She stopped to
check who it was and noticed Mr. Nagarkar’s name. “Gosh! Nagarkar is calling
darling! Let me check when he needs me!” my wife spoke as she put me on hold. I
was puzzled and hard at how my wife was expertly handling her men.
“So slut! are you at office or some cheap hotel room?” Mr. Nagarkar started off
without a standard hello manner. “At office!” my wife tried keeping herself calm
and responded him as politely as she could although she was nervous if he had
noticed her and Imran in the morning or it was a random question. “Ah I see! I
thought that white Dzire was to take you away for some good banging!” Mr.
Nagarkar clarified and proved Richa's fear true. She wondered how he noticed
though as she had kept a good watch on her surrounding until getting into the taxi.
It was immaterial now though as Mr. Nagarkar continued. “Good anyways! What
time are you returning? I need my share today!” Richa sensed the aggression in his
voice and had nothing to argue around her morning endeavor. She didn’t respond
quickly as she was worried if Imran would ask for any follow up in the evening as
well. “Make sure you’re home sharp by 5pm! I need at least 2-3 hours” Mr.
Nagarkar sorted her problem and disconnected the phone once my wife meekly
confirmed to him. She was now back on my line as I remained on hold. “So am I
getting my wife anytime soon?” I asked in sarcastic tone. She smiled and informed
me that she would reach home by 7 and I shouldn’t return before 10pm and should
be bringing the dinner along. “Good luck baby!” I greeted her and we
disconnected to resume our work.