11-01-2019, 11:38 PM
She took a couple of seconds to adjust her vision and noticed me relaxing on the
sofa with my arms folded behind. It was an indicator that she has to ride and
please me as I would just sit back, relax and enjoy the sight. I could see the
tiredness in her gestures, but she still managed to get up and adjusted herself on
the sofa with her legs spread over my groin. She leans on me and took support of
headrest and adjusted her opening on my erect member. We were adequately
lubricated, and she took only a few seconds to have me inside her and begin
grinding. She typically enjoys that position as she rides and grinds the men whileoffering her enticing bosom to them. And her grinding only drives them crazy as
they ill-treat her bosom which further excites her. I was her husband but a man
first and exhibited no exceptions. I couldn’t hold back and sucked and bit her
breasts and nipples as she offered them. A couple of strong slaps across her
hanging melons brought some whining moans but she remained focused and kept
grinding until I couldn’t hold back. She realized me reaching climax and softly
whispered, “On face, honey?” I couldn’t hold but smile at her slutty-ness as I
emptied my loads inside her. She continued riding me slowly on my relatively
limp member after ejaculation. We kissed passionately for some time before I
finally lifted her in my arms and walked over the bedroom. We cleaned ourselves
and almost jumped into bed. Richa barely took minutes before she was fast asleep
in my arms.
It was Friday morning the next day and my alarm blasted off at 6:30 am. I woke
up instantly and killed it while Richa was in her own world. I didn’t wake her up
and instead proceeded with my morning chores. I had a strong urge to check
Richa's phone if there were any messages from Imran but I fought it off and
instead prepared tea and toast for us. I saw Richa come rushing to living room
around 7 when I was reading newspaper on the sofa. “I am so sorry darling! I
didn’t realize the alarm!” she apologized as she walked over. I kissed her and
asked to join me for the tea. She went back to freshen up and then joined me on
the sofa. As I handed her the cup of tea and a jam-toast I noticed her scrolling
through messages anxiously. “No message or call yet?” I winked when she put the
phone aside and started munching the toast and sipping the tea. She laughed it off
and confirmed with me if I was okay with her being away from home. She
suggested me not to get too late in the office and eat dinner outside before
returning home. “How caring!” I winked again as I kissed her forehead and
proceeded to take bath and get ready to leave for work. It was around 7:30 when I
was putting on the clothes, Richa walked into the room with suggesting smile. “He
is already downstairs! He wants me to buzz him as soon as you step out!”, my wife
disclosed Imran’s plan blushingly.
“So you want me to get lost now?” I asked her in a serious tone to tease her. “Nah!
Take your time! Then it’s all his!” she responded in an equally sarcastic mode but
with a smile too. I caressed her bums and pulled her closer to kiss. It soon turned
into smooching as I ate her lips lustfully. “Good luck babes!” I whispered when I
broke and picked up my bag to leave. Richa called his number on loudspeaker
when I was ready to step out but disconnected after two bells. “Leave now!” sheliterally pushed me out when she noticed me lingering a bit longer. I smiled and
proceeded to call the elevator as she stood at the door.
Imran was not only well versed with my wife and my home but also with our
overall premises as well. He wasn’t stopped anymore entering or exiting the
premises and instead could roam freely across. The elevator went a floor above us
and Imran got off there to take a stair to come down to our floor. By the time the
elevator opened at our floor and I got in, I could see Richa standing at the open
door and heard Imran footstep’s coming down the stairs. She smiled and waved
me off as the elevator doors closed.
Richa was startled to see Imran walking into our house with Sandesh. She
recognized Sandesh, he was the same guy who had taken her at Patil Sir’s office
when she visited him. And Patil Sir, with Imran’s approval had allowed him and a
friend to enjoy my wife the same day at our place. This was merely a punishment
for her being rude to him that evening. Sandesh and Rakesh (his friend) has
thoroughly enjoyed Richa's body that day but they never approached or followed
her afterwards. So Richa was somewhat surprised when Sandesh walked in along
with Imran. But as usual, with Imran around, she didn’t question and instead just
walked them into our house and brought water as per Imran’s instruction. Sandesh
was lustfully eyeing her ever since he stepped in and Richa wasn’t hiding a lot
either. She was merely in a sleeveless and strapless gown reaching just around her
thighs and displaying her shoulders and much of cleavage. He didn’t dare to try
anything in Imran’s presence but Richa could read his lustful eyes and him
smacking his lips multiple times suggestively. She was anxious and wanted to ask
Imran about Sandesh’s presence but instead remained quiet and stood in front of
Imran with a lowered gaze.
“Mein iske kaapde select karke nikalta hoon. Tum time pe isse drop kar dena! Thik
hai? (Let me select clothes for her. You ensure to drop her on time! is that okay?)”
Imran asked Sandesh while browsing through his phone. “Pakka Sir (Sure Sir)”,
Sandesh affirmed him. Nobody bothered to engage Richa into conversation as
Imran walked over to the bedroom. Richa stared back at Sandesh who smiled with
smacking lips and then they both followed Imran into our bedroom. Richa was
instructed to open her wardrobe and the saree cabinet inside. “Show me the trendy
party ones!”, Imran asked my wife. Richa instantly pulled out a few of them and
placed them on the bed. Sandesh stood relatively farther and kept licking her
shoulders virtually. Imran inspected the 5-6 sarees that Richa showed him and
picked 2 of them – a wine red and an admiral blue. He inspected the blouse inside
each of them. The red had a nicely stitched sleeveless beige color one whereas theblue one had a contrasting magneta pink blouse with 3⁄4 sleeves. Imran noticed that
both of them would display ample (or rather entire) of Richa's back and were deep
cut on the front as well; finally he and Sandesh selected the admiral blue saree.
She wasn’t too uncomfortable picking a push up bra and lacy blue panty along
with some basic accessories and makeup kit. Imran then opened the other cabinet
and picked a sleeveless kurta and leggings for her as well. Richa arranged the
remaining clothes and closed the wardrobe and came out to the living room where
Imran and Sandesh were discussing something.
“Come over bitch!” Imran instructed my wife to follow him to our common bath
while he signaled Sandesh to remain seated.
Richa rushed to the bath nervously and was somewhat surprised when Imran
closed the door. He took her gown off leaving her completely naked and lowered
the zip of his pant. Richa instantly went down on her knees and prepared herself to
give him oral pleasure. She gradually lowered his boxers; took out his members
and planted some juicy kisses on it. Imran was semi erect and allowed her sucking
him for a minute or two, but his mind was wandering. “Will you lick this?” he
asked my wife as he suddenly pulled his member out and instead held the toilet
cleaning brush in his hands. Richa wasn’t completely new to Imran’s kinks and
nasty demands but she was unprepared since it was too early. “Prove your worth!”
Imran commanded in a lifestyle Dom style and held the dirty side of brush bristles
in front of her face. My poor submissive wife opened her mouth although she
wasn’t willing to suck or lick the brush. A couple of moments of hesitation was
easily overcome with a tight pinch on her clit and my wife was happily licking the
bristles. But Imran didn’t intend to push her lot as he pulled out the brush and
asked her to clean herself. As soon as he felt she was clean enough, he lifted her
and threw on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Within seconds he penetrated her
and started thrusting hard and deep. Richa didn’t oppose and spread maximum to
give him the required room and adjust the angle; she even tried grabbing him by
her hands.
“I don’t want to hear any complaints for the two days!” Imran commented as he
kept humping my wife hard and fast.
“What is really the plan?” my wife asked sensing the opportunity to talk and ask
questions.
“Do you care really?” came Imran’s quick response.
sofa with my arms folded behind. It was an indicator that she has to ride and
please me as I would just sit back, relax and enjoy the sight. I could see the
tiredness in her gestures, but she still managed to get up and adjusted herself on
the sofa with her legs spread over my groin. She leans on me and took support of
headrest and adjusted her opening on my erect member. We were adequately
lubricated, and she took only a few seconds to have me inside her and begin
grinding. She typically enjoys that position as she rides and grinds the men whileoffering her enticing bosom to them. And her grinding only drives them crazy as
they ill-treat her bosom which further excites her. I was her husband but a man
first and exhibited no exceptions. I couldn’t hold back and sucked and bit her
breasts and nipples as she offered them. A couple of strong slaps across her
hanging melons brought some whining moans but she remained focused and kept
grinding until I couldn’t hold back. She realized me reaching climax and softly
whispered, “On face, honey?” I couldn’t hold but smile at her slutty-ness as I
emptied my loads inside her. She continued riding me slowly on my relatively
limp member after ejaculation. We kissed passionately for some time before I
finally lifted her in my arms and walked over the bedroom. We cleaned ourselves
and almost jumped into bed. Richa barely took minutes before she was fast asleep
in my arms.
It was Friday morning the next day and my alarm blasted off at 6:30 am. I woke
up instantly and killed it while Richa was in her own world. I didn’t wake her up
and instead proceeded with my morning chores. I had a strong urge to check
Richa's phone if there were any messages from Imran but I fought it off and
instead prepared tea and toast for us. I saw Richa come rushing to living room
around 7 when I was reading newspaper on the sofa. “I am so sorry darling! I
didn’t realize the alarm!” she apologized as she walked over. I kissed her and
asked to join me for the tea. She went back to freshen up and then joined me on
the sofa. As I handed her the cup of tea and a jam-toast I noticed her scrolling
through messages anxiously. “No message or call yet?” I winked when she put the
phone aside and started munching the toast and sipping the tea. She laughed it off
and confirmed with me if I was okay with her being away from home. She
suggested me not to get too late in the office and eat dinner outside before
returning home. “How caring!” I winked again as I kissed her forehead and
proceeded to take bath and get ready to leave for work. It was around 7:30 when I
was putting on the clothes, Richa walked into the room with suggesting smile. “He
is already downstairs! He wants me to buzz him as soon as you step out!”, my wife
disclosed Imran’s plan blushingly.
“So you want me to get lost now?” I asked her in a serious tone to tease her. “Nah!
Take your time! Then it’s all his!” she responded in an equally sarcastic mode but
with a smile too. I caressed her bums and pulled her closer to kiss. It soon turned
into smooching as I ate her lips lustfully. “Good luck babes!” I whispered when I
broke and picked up my bag to leave. Richa called his number on loudspeaker
when I was ready to step out but disconnected after two bells. “Leave now!” sheliterally pushed me out when she noticed me lingering a bit longer. I smiled and
proceeded to call the elevator as she stood at the door.
Imran was not only well versed with my wife and my home but also with our
overall premises as well. He wasn’t stopped anymore entering or exiting the
premises and instead could roam freely across. The elevator went a floor above us
and Imran got off there to take a stair to come down to our floor. By the time the
elevator opened at our floor and I got in, I could see Richa standing at the open
door and heard Imran footstep’s coming down the stairs. She smiled and waved
me off as the elevator doors closed.
Richa was startled to see Imran walking into our house with Sandesh. She
recognized Sandesh, he was the same guy who had taken her at Patil Sir’s office
when she visited him. And Patil Sir, with Imran’s approval had allowed him and a
friend to enjoy my wife the same day at our place. This was merely a punishment
for her being rude to him that evening. Sandesh and Rakesh (his friend) has
thoroughly enjoyed Richa's body that day but they never approached or followed
her afterwards. So Richa was somewhat surprised when Sandesh walked in along
with Imran. But as usual, with Imran around, she didn’t question and instead just
walked them into our house and brought water as per Imran’s instruction. Sandesh
was lustfully eyeing her ever since he stepped in and Richa wasn’t hiding a lot
either. She was merely in a sleeveless and strapless gown reaching just around her
thighs and displaying her shoulders and much of cleavage. He didn’t dare to try
anything in Imran’s presence but Richa could read his lustful eyes and him
smacking his lips multiple times suggestively. She was anxious and wanted to ask
Imran about Sandesh’s presence but instead remained quiet and stood in front of
Imran with a lowered gaze.
“Mein iske kaapde select karke nikalta hoon. Tum time pe isse drop kar dena! Thik
hai? (Let me select clothes for her. You ensure to drop her on time! is that okay?)”
Imran asked Sandesh while browsing through his phone. “Pakka Sir (Sure Sir)”,
Sandesh affirmed him. Nobody bothered to engage Richa into conversation as
Imran walked over to the bedroom. Richa stared back at Sandesh who smiled with
smacking lips and then they both followed Imran into our bedroom. Richa was
instructed to open her wardrobe and the saree cabinet inside. “Show me the trendy
party ones!”, Imran asked my wife. Richa instantly pulled out a few of them and
placed them on the bed. Sandesh stood relatively farther and kept licking her
shoulders virtually. Imran inspected the 5-6 sarees that Richa showed him and
picked 2 of them – a wine red and an admiral blue. He inspected the blouse inside
each of them. The red had a nicely stitched sleeveless beige color one whereas theblue one had a contrasting magneta pink blouse with 3⁄4 sleeves. Imran noticed that
both of them would display ample (or rather entire) of Richa's back and were deep
cut on the front as well; finally he and Sandesh selected the admiral blue saree.
She wasn’t too uncomfortable picking a push up bra and lacy blue panty along
with some basic accessories and makeup kit. Imran then opened the other cabinet
and picked a sleeveless kurta and leggings for her as well. Richa arranged the
remaining clothes and closed the wardrobe and came out to the living room where
Imran and Sandesh were discussing something.
“Come over bitch!” Imran instructed my wife to follow him to our common bath
while he signaled Sandesh to remain seated.
Richa rushed to the bath nervously and was somewhat surprised when Imran
closed the door. He took her gown off leaving her completely naked and lowered
the zip of his pant. Richa instantly went down on her knees and prepared herself to
give him oral pleasure. She gradually lowered his boxers; took out his members
and planted some juicy kisses on it. Imran was semi erect and allowed her sucking
him for a minute or two, but his mind was wandering. “Will you lick this?” he
asked my wife as he suddenly pulled his member out and instead held the toilet
cleaning brush in his hands. Richa wasn’t completely new to Imran’s kinks and
nasty demands but she was unprepared since it was too early. “Prove your worth!”
Imran commanded in a lifestyle Dom style and held the dirty side of brush bristles
in front of her face. My poor submissive wife opened her mouth although she
wasn’t willing to suck or lick the brush. A couple of moments of hesitation was
easily overcome with a tight pinch on her clit and my wife was happily licking the
bristles. But Imran didn’t intend to push her lot as he pulled out the brush and
asked her to clean herself. As soon as he felt she was clean enough, he lifted her
and threw on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Within seconds he penetrated her
and started thrusting hard and deep. Richa didn’t oppose and spread maximum to
give him the required room and adjust the angle; she even tried grabbing him by
her hands.
“I don’t want to hear any complaints for the two days!” Imran commented as he
kept humping my wife hard and fast.
“What is really the plan?” my wife asked sensing the opportunity to talk and ask
questions.
“Do you care really?” came Imran’s quick response.
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