24-06-2020, 05:22 PM
I was busy with work . On Friday i will give update.
HB
HB
Adultery Lockdown & Uncle
Showing only the posts of HB201415: 104 of 255 posts. Show all posts
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/images/bootbb/collapse_collapsed.png)
27-06-2020, 11:55 AM
31st March,
When I woke up, I found she is already ready with tea and throbbing with excitement.
“Have your tea honey!” she said with a sweet smile. “I will change into the Gym dress.” She looked at me trying to judge me. “No touching . . . You promised.”
I lifted my both hands up, “No touching! Promise is a promise.” Then with a sly smile I added. “At night you have to make up for the morning.”
Her big sexy eyes twinkled and she nodded affirmatively.
After ten minutes when she came back, she was in tight orange striped T-shirt, not long enough to cover her ass and black leggings. She is not a film star, not a model just an ordinary house wife but her curves deliciously voluptuous. From her bosom sprang a pair of exquisitely lovely breasts. Big, spongy, bouncy having very little sag. She has round smooth arms with well shaped hands. Her hip curves grandly swelled outwards forming her big hart shaped ass with two bulging out round chubby ass chicks, soft and inviting. Her thighs plump, fleshy and round, tapered as it went down.
I again seeing my wife in such dress started getting hard. I thought, why after seeing her in this tight T-shirt and leggings I am getting exited like a newly married guy?
My wife always wears dress which is decent and sober. Not too much conservative not too much showy and sexy, perfect for Indian society. However for workouts the attire she started wearing is more out of her way. Her dress for exercise are skin tight stretchable tops having deep neckline and leggings, her boobs bulging out, flaunting and displaying her curves and sexuality more. May be that is the reason I am getting hard seeing her in something different, different kind of dress, with prominent curves.
She could obviously read my mind. “No touching!”
“Yaa! No touching.” I said sadly.
I opened my computer. It was beforehand decided she will do some free hand exercise in the beginning to warm up, which will loosen her muscles and joints and prevent injury. Then it was decided that she would do ten minutes walking exercise following a video which we had already downloaded. After that she will do some jumping exercise followed by squirts, then beginner’s pushups, sit-ups and some bicycle maneuver. All following videos which we had downloaded yesterday only. If she becomes comfortable with these exercises in the days to come we will add more and will go to the next level of complexity. And obviously she wanted also to add some aerobic dance exercises after a week or so.
Sumi was exited like a teen aged girl and started doing the exercises. However after the warm up and free hand exercise, when the walking on the same place with some movement started we felt the space in our bed room is very less to do such exercise. The room was filled with furniture’s. She has to move three four steps in different directions with her hand movement as the instructor in the video was doing. Also the computer was not directly in front of her, so she had to twist herself every time to follow the instructor in the computer screen, which was very uncomfortable for her and she was also missing the steps.
My wife’s hand hit the Almira as she twisted her body with her hands stretched to do the preliminary exercises, she threw her arms in dismay, “This room is very congested for exercise.” She said with a annoyed voice. “I cannot move freely. I cannot do workout with so many furniture’s!. . . We need to move the furniture’s out.”
Over the years she has stuffed our bedroom with so many furniture’s. . .’We need a big king size bed.’-- Not at all listening to me that our room is not a king size room. ‘One Almira is not enough to hold my sariee’s and dress. I need another one!’ . . . Obviously the new Almira has to be in bed room only . . . ‘I love to do make up in front of a big dressing table’. . . Needless to say there is a book self, one big table and one computer table. Chairs to accompany them. We could have put the book shelf and the big table in another room but home-ministers wish is all has to be in one room only—our bed room.
And now she is complaining the room is crowded with furniture’s! At least I am not going to point out that over the years it was her idea and she has made the room crowded with furniture’s—Married guys know why and let the unmarried guys guessing.
“I have a better Idea. The small room at the back of our house is a junk room only a book shelf, and a table and couple of chairs there. We can move out the book shelf and chairs. Set the table in a way so that we can keep the computer over it. You will get lot of space to do the exercise.”
My wife’s eyes brightened, “Yes! The room is very airy too.” Then her face becomes sad. “But it will take some time to vacate and clear that room.”
“Yes, that is correct! We are not in a hurry. Today we can clear the room and from tomorrow you do workout there.”
“Ah! . . . Ok!”
“We can do another exercise now!” I said with a naughty smile.
Sumi instantly understood what I meant, “You promised, no touching.”
“Yes, the promise is valid if you were doing workout.”
“But. . .”
Before she could object any more I put my lips over her lips and I lifted her and placed her softly on bed. She lay over bed on her back, looking at me. She did not try to get up. Her chest heaved her mountainous breasts jutting up under her tight orange striped T-shirt. It’s hard to resist and I jumped on the bed.
She giggled and said, “You are breaking your promise.”
I muffled her again by putting my lips over her lips and went on sucking her juicy succulent moist lips and she responded back till we were out of breath. I lifted my head took a deep breath, she also gasped for air.
I jumped over her and squeezed her two big spongy melons with my hand and said, “No.”
“Ummmmmm……..” She moaned. I added while twisting her nipples over her dress. “If you are doing exercise I will not touch you.” And I buried my face on her waist and belly, kissing it; I pulled up her top with my teeth; while licking her deep naval added again.
“That was my promise.”
In between her moans she said, “You are very bad.” I could see her eyes sparkling. It was a sparkle of getting exited and horny. I know her pussy must have started to get moistened.
I cupped her boobs, licking her silky smooth very fare skin with my tongue. I reach for her bra and pulled it upwards making the two meat globes plop out, firm, upstanding saucy and inviting. I kissed them; buried my mouth on her spongy ample breasts sucking and licking them vigorously. Alternating the boobs. Swirling my tongue over her brown areoles of her left spongy boob glistening it with my saliva and then nibbled on to her tempting nipple. Consecutively my hand twisted her free nipple of right boob and played with it. Then my mouth moved to her right boob and my hand on to her left boob and nipple. Her nipples instantly became hard and swelled up. Apart from her clitoris it is another riotously sensitive part of her body. Give a touch and instantly her nipples swells to hardness and poking out.
She moaned loud, “You always twist things in your favor.” And she griped my hair with her two hands pulling my face deep into her big boob not letting me take off my mouth of off her ample bosom. My face buried deep in her soft springy round melons. She moaning, writhing and making noise of ecstasy. I went on sucking and licking softness of her orbs till I was out of breath and squirmed to take off my face. She held on to my hairs not letting me head go up from her big jugs for another minute till the waves of tremor on her body subside.
I pulled my head up from her luscious globes. Gasped from breath, looked at her face, her eyes half closed from the recent burst of elation. She gave a sigh of satisfaction.
I filled my lungs with air taking couple of deep breath. Looked at her belly, fair, marked with few stretch marks and middle of it a deep tempting navel making her belly look alluring.
She has already open her eyes and looking at me with her moist lips slightly parted for taking deep breaths. Anticipating my next assault over her tummy, her belly muscles pulsed and quavered forming small ripples.
I lowered my face over her belly kissing around her navel in big circles then in small circles. On every kiss her belly muscles twitched, trembled making waves of bliss. It is again time to use tong and instantly my tongue was licking her soft belly skin. As my tongue swirled around her deep navel her eyes again got half closed and goosebumps started appearing over her milky white skin.
As my mouth and tongue played over her soft belly and curvy waist line my one hand was over her perky spongy tit and other hand grabbed the waist band of her leggings, tugging it down from her waist. Sumi intuitively raises her hips up to accommodate the rolling down of her leggings. And my experienced hands roles it down till her mid thighs reveling her printed light blue panty covering her mound and her very fair thick flashy thighs.
By that time my tongue found the depths of her belly button and swirls inside the deepness of it, filling it with my saliva.
“Ohhh! . . .Oohhh! . . .” Sumi gasped in husky erotic loud whisper inundated by my hand consecutively tracing out her mound over the printed blue panty.
Again her hands were over my hair caressing them. This time she softly ran her deep maroon nail polished fingers over my hair, not pulling them or trying to bury my mouth deep in her belly.
I decided to trail down her body. Inch by inch I kissed and traced with my tongue her quavering belly, her lower abdomen till I reached her panty line. My hand still gently rubbed between her thighs.
I crawled down more my mouth over her panty. Kissing her camel toe and rubbing my face over it. Her body became alive under me. Sensation of ecstasy erupted from her cunt shooting through all over her body. Her legs flattering and body tremulous. I continued to trail down more my tongue tracing nakedness of her immaculate meaty thighs. Now the left, then the right again back to the left. As my mouths downward unfaltering journey continues, with my left hand I started rolling her leggings more down and my right hand slid under her panty. Her cunt is moist and soaking. She writhe vigorously as my fingers touched and tickled her clits.
“Ummmmm…….!” She moaned loud and clear.
When I woke up, I found she is already ready with tea and throbbing with excitement.
“Have your tea honey!” she said with a sweet smile. “I will change into the Gym dress.” She looked at me trying to judge me. “No touching . . . You promised.”
I lifted my both hands up, “No touching! Promise is a promise.” Then with a sly smile I added. “At night you have to make up for the morning.”
Her big sexy eyes twinkled and she nodded affirmatively.
After ten minutes when she came back, she was in tight orange striped T-shirt, not long enough to cover her ass and black leggings. She is not a film star, not a model just an ordinary house wife but her curves deliciously voluptuous. From her bosom sprang a pair of exquisitely lovely breasts. Big, spongy, bouncy having very little sag. She has round smooth arms with well shaped hands. Her hip curves grandly swelled outwards forming her big hart shaped ass with two bulging out round chubby ass chicks, soft and inviting. Her thighs plump, fleshy and round, tapered as it went down.
I again seeing my wife in such dress started getting hard. I thought, why after seeing her in this tight T-shirt and leggings I am getting exited like a newly married guy?
My wife always wears dress which is decent and sober. Not too much conservative not too much showy and sexy, perfect for Indian society. However for workouts the attire she started wearing is more out of her way. Her dress for exercise are skin tight stretchable tops having deep neckline and leggings, her boobs bulging out, flaunting and displaying her curves and sexuality more. May be that is the reason I am getting hard seeing her in something different, different kind of dress, with prominent curves.
She could obviously read my mind. “No touching!”
“Yaa! No touching.” I said sadly.
I opened my computer. It was beforehand decided she will do some free hand exercise in the beginning to warm up, which will loosen her muscles and joints and prevent injury. Then it was decided that she would do ten minutes walking exercise following a video which we had already downloaded. After that she will do some jumping exercise followed by squirts, then beginner’s pushups, sit-ups and some bicycle maneuver. All following videos which we had downloaded yesterday only. If she becomes comfortable with these exercises in the days to come we will add more and will go to the next level of complexity. And obviously she wanted also to add some aerobic dance exercises after a week or so.
Sumi was exited like a teen aged girl and started doing the exercises. However after the warm up and free hand exercise, when the walking on the same place with some movement started we felt the space in our bed room is very less to do such exercise. The room was filled with furniture’s. She has to move three four steps in different directions with her hand movement as the instructor in the video was doing. Also the computer was not directly in front of her, so she had to twist herself every time to follow the instructor in the computer screen, which was very uncomfortable for her and she was also missing the steps.
My wife’s hand hit the Almira as she twisted her body with her hands stretched to do the preliminary exercises, she threw her arms in dismay, “This room is very congested for exercise.” She said with a annoyed voice. “I cannot move freely. I cannot do workout with so many furniture’s!. . . We need to move the furniture’s out.”
Over the years she has stuffed our bedroom with so many furniture’s. . .’We need a big king size bed.’-- Not at all listening to me that our room is not a king size room. ‘One Almira is not enough to hold my sariee’s and dress. I need another one!’ . . . Obviously the new Almira has to be in bed room only . . . ‘I love to do make up in front of a big dressing table’. . . Needless to say there is a book self, one big table and one computer table. Chairs to accompany them. We could have put the book shelf and the big table in another room but home-ministers wish is all has to be in one room only—our bed room.
And now she is complaining the room is crowded with furniture’s! At least I am not going to point out that over the years it was her idea and she has made the room crowded with furniture’s—Married guys know why and let the unmarried guys guessing.
“I have a better Idea. The small room at the back of our house is a junk room only a book shelf, and a table and couple of chairs there. We can move out the book shelf and chairs. Set the table in a way so that we can keep the computer over it. You will get lot of space to do the exercise.”
My wife’s eyes brightened, “Yes! The room is very airy too.” Then her face becomes sad. “But it will take some time to vacate and clear that room.”
“Yes, that is correct! We are not in a hurry. Today we can clear the room and from tomorrow you do workout there.”
“Ah! . . . Ok!”
“We can do another exercise now!” I said with a naughty smile.
Sumi instantly understood what I meant, “You promised, no touching.”
“Yes, the promise is valid if you were doing workout.”
“But. . .”
Before she could object any more I put my lips over her lips and I lifted her and placed her softly on bed. She lay over bed on her back, looking at me. She did not try to get up. Her chest heaved her mountainous breasts jutting up under her tight orange striped T-shirt. It’s hard to resist and I jumped on the bed.
She giggled and said, “You are breaking your promise.”
I muffled her again by putting my lips over her lips and went on sucking her juicy succulent moist lips and she responded back till we were out of breath. I lifted my head took a deep breath, she also gasped for air.
I jumped over her and squeezed her two big spongy melons with my hand and said, “No.”
“Ummmmmm……..” She moaned. I added while twisting her nipples over her dress. “If you are doing exercise I will not touch you.” And I buried my face on her waist and belly, kissing it; I pulled up her top with my teeth; while licking her deep naval added again.
“That was my promise.”
In between her moans she said, “You are very bad.” I could see her eyes sparkling. It was a sparkle of getting exited and horny. I know her pussy must have started to get moistened.
I cupped her boobs, licking her silky smooth very fare skin with my tongue. I reach for her bra and pulled it upwards making the two meat globes plop out, firm, upstanding saucy and inviting. I kissed them; buried my mouth on her spongy ample breasts sucking and licking them vigorously. Alternating the boobs. Swirling my tongue over her brown areoles of her left spongy boob glistening it with my saliva and then nibbled on to her tempting nipple. Consecutively my hand twisted her free nipple of right boob and played with it. Then my mouth moved to her right boob and my hand on to her left boob and nipple. Her nipples instantly became hard and swelled up. Apart from her clitoris it is another riotously sensitive part of her body. Give a touch and instantly her nipples swells to hardness and poking out.
She moaned loud, “You always twist things in your favor.” And she griped my hair with her two hands pulling my face deep into her big boob not letting me take off my mouth of off her ample bosom. My face buried deep in her soft springy round melons. She moaning, writhing and making noise of ecstasy. I went on sucking and licking softness of her orbs till I was out of breath and squirmed to take off my face. She held on to my hairs not letting me head go up from her big jugs for another minute till the waves of tremor on her body subside.
I pulled my head up from her luscious globes. Gasped from breath, looked at her face, her eyes half closed from the recent burst of elation. She gave a sigh of satisfaction.
I filled my lungs with air taking couple of deep breath. Looked at her belly, fair, marked with few stretch marks and middle of it a deep tempting navel making her belly look alluring.
She has already open her eyes and looking at me with her moist lips slightly parted for taking deep breaths. Anticipating my next assault over her tummy, her belly muscles pulsed and quavered forming small ripples.
I lowered my face over her belly kissing around her navel in big circles then in small circles. On every kiss her belly muscles twitched, trembled making waves of bliss. It is again time to use tong and instantly my tongue was licking her soft belly skin. As my tongue swirled around her deep navel her eyes again got half closed and goosebumps started appearing over her milky white skin.
As my mouth and tongue played over her soft belly and curvy waist line my one hand was over her perky spongy tit and other hand grabbed the waist band of her leggings, tugging it down from her waist. Sumi intuitively raises her hips up to accommodate the rolling down of her leggings. And my experienced hands roles it down till her mid thighs reveling her printed light blue panty covering her mound and her very fair thick flashy thighs.
By that time my tongue found the depths of her belly button and swirls inside the deepness of it, filling it with my saliva.
“Ohhh! . . .Oohhh! . . .” Sumi gasped in husky erotic loud whisper inundated by my hand consecutively tracing out her mound over the printed blue panty.
Again her hands were over my hair caressing them. This time she softly ran her deep maroon nail polished fingers over my hair, not pulling them or trying to bury my mouth deep in her belly.
I decided to trail down her body. Inch by inch I kissed and traced with my tongue her quavering belly, her lower abdomen till I reached her panty line. My hand still gently rubbed between her thighs.
I crawled down more my mouth over her panty. Kissing her camel toe and rubbing my face over it. Her body became alive under me. Sensation of ecstasy erupted from her cunt shooting through all over her body. Her legs flattering and body tremulous. I continued to trail down more my tongue tracing nakedness of her immaculate meaty thighs. Now the left, then the right again back to the left. As my mouths downward unfaltering journey continues, with my left hand I started rolling her leggings more down and my right hand slid under her panty. Her cunt is moist and soaking. She writhe vigorously as my fingers touched and tickled her clits.
“Ummmmm…….!” She moaned loud and clear.
To be continued.......
28-06-2020, 07:07 PM
By the time my mouth has reached her toe glistening her creamy thighs and legs my left hand has slid out her leggings and my right hand has pulled down her panty to divulge the glory of her cunt. A strong musky order from her wet cunt filled my nostrils making my senses get more exited.
Sumi trembled and her cheeks blushed as cool AC air caressed her most private part. Still after one and half decade of marriage Sumi becomes shy when her cunt is exposed in its glory. She turned over her belly. However she did not tried to make her panty right. It was left untouched by her, half opened in front her pussy half bare.
Taking the opportunity I stopped momentarily to fill my lungs again.
My wife instantly twisted her head back. Her eyes shone with an effulgence of lust for shameless sexual hunger.
She asked beseechingly with a husky voice, “Why did you stop?”
I grinned at her exasperation.
“See! Just touching made you a slut in heat!” I said with a triumphant exultation. “Then why do you say no touching?”
She made a face.
I resumed my voyage again. This time my maneuver of assaulting her semi nude body was different. She is already in heat and I intended to make her burning with fire and wild with concupiscence.
I started kissing her from toe then to her shapely calves then I crawled upwards my mouth kissing back of her thick thighs. As my mouth wandered upwards, my kisses over her unblemished delicate sensitive skin became longer and deeper.
My lips would lock itself in her palpitating delicate skin and I would suck till her skin gets marked red and the kiss would break off with distinct sound.
“K-i- s-s.”
She would shudder and tremble instantaneously from it.
I would amuse myself, while I exhale, by looking into the mark just now formed by deep, long, intense kiss melt back to soft whiteness of her skinn. Again I would lower myself near the previous spot to blemish her with red.
She would again tremble and shudder.
As soon as I reached the gorge at the confluence of her round shapely ass cheek and thick thighs I started tracing the curve of her ass lobes with my tongue.
Sumi moaned happily.
While my tongue caressed the outline of the Sumi’s quavering spongy bottom, I wandered what is the used of her panty which is still covering her ass, which has already been pulled down from her front to revile the nakedness of her glorious cunt. I tucked my fingers into the elastic of her waistband and slowly lowered it down from her waist. She instinctively raised her hip to facilitate the smooth sliding down of her panty. I yanked and rolled it down till her knees. I did not bother to slip it father out of her leg. My attention was more concentrated over her scrumptious big ass.
To celebrate the charm of her glorious ass lobes which just has been unveiled by me, I bite each one of them softly.
Sumi quivered and trembled again to join the celebration.
I went further up over her back. The kisses were now deeper, longer and redder. My left hand by that time found nakedness of her pussy and got busy tracing it.
“Ahaaaaa………” Sumi rejoiced my discovery with a loud moan.
Sumi likes to change her pussy hair style frequently. Sometimes she keeps her black curly hair to its magnificence. Deep black forest covers her mound. Sometime she shaves it making her cunt smooth like a pussy of a kid. Sometimes she keeps it trimmed—small hairs like sprouts tickling my fingers.
Two weeks ago she has shaved. Now her intention are to keep her pussy hair style trimmed.
As my fingers traced and stroked her flabby pussy lips I felt the new grown hairs tickling my fingers. It felt awesome. My hand tenderly stroked her pussy lips, now generously rubbing her cunt, now amorously pressing and feeling it, now again gently opening her slit with my fingers and agitating and grazing her sensitive clitoris.
In the mean time my right hand fondled with her tight bra strap trying to unclasp it.
She moaned heavily, shaking and trembling like a leaf.
As my right hand unclasped her bra I traced the mark of the tight bra strap over her soft milky white skin with my tongue, wetting it with saliva.
By that time my index fingers of left had found the whole of Sumi’s cunt. Finding it heavily moist and wet my fingers plunged into her womanhood, started to go inside the endless tunnel. As my finger reached the middle Sumi spread her legs apart to smoothen my fingers reach. I pulled it out and then again slowly pushed the finger till it was fully inside her depths. I started repeating it first with one finger then with two. First tender and slow then the rhythm increased. The pace became faster and faster.
The friction of my fingers deep inside her was making her womb contract. I could feel every quiver and tremor pass through her body. She buried her face deep on the bed. Her both hand gripped the bed sheet, clutching it with tight fist. Suddenly she started to shake and tremble frantically from the intense pleasure, it was orchestrated with loud guttural sounds,” from her mouth.
“Ahhhhh………”
Waves of bliss passed through her body. She has orgasomed for the second time.
Sumi lay still panting, in that position for a minute. My fingers still inside and getting flooded with nectar from her cunt. I pulled my fingers out and licked the glistening nectar from it.
“Wow! Kay swad he!”
My wife looked at me through the corner of her eye and gave a smile of satisfaction. I bend down to give a kiss over her warm lips. She turned her head and arched her head upwards to reach my kiss. We got lip locked and playing with our tongue.
As soon as I pulled off my lip to take a deep breath she lifted her arms straight. After two orgasoms Sumi wants still to continue. She wants I pull of her T-shirt over her shoulders, which was lifted and bunched with the bra around her upper torso. She has become a slute. I obliged.
Sumi instantly turned wiggled out of her panty which was bunched around her knees and was laying complete nude over her back, wearing only a smile on her face. Her smile was eloquently saying, ‘More! I want more!’
I this time again started with her fore head, kissing it. Then over her eye lids. Then onto her cheeks, biting her earlobes. After a long and passionate kiss on to her luscious lips I crawled down over her body on my fours. My knees ranged either side of her body as I started again venturing over her bosom.
She started moaning and quavering again.
By now my 6 inch dick was so hard and throbbing that my Bermuda was finding it hard to hold my hot iron road inside it. It felt tight and as if it will tear through the fabric of my Bermuda. My cock wanted a freedom.
My wife could read the feelings of my rock hard dick, she holding the elastic band of my Bermuda yanked it down over my heaps and out of my legs. My hard rod sprang out directing itself down straight towards her lusty face. Like a cannon it pointed at her mouth.
She looked dazed and her eyes sparkled with naughtiness. It always does whenever she sees my rock hard cock spring out.
She strike softly my fully hard and stiff rod with her fingers making it jerk and oscillate sideways. Being stiff and rock hard it acted like a pendulum making a two and fro movement for few times before it came to rest pointing again towards her face. She giggled and strikes it again, softly.
Sumi always gets excited and amused seeing my rock hard cock. I always tried to guess and imagine what will be her reaction if she sees somebody else’s hard prick. Will she get excited? Will her eyes sparkle with lust and naughtiness? Will she play with that guys cock?
As my mouth and hand started to get naughty over her already swollen, flushed and pulsating boob I felt her hand, caressing and then griping my hard hot cock. Then she raised her head from bed and kissed my glistening cock head with pre-cum and swirled her tongue over it.
Crackers started bursting inside my head. With quick kiss on her belly then licking over the lines of her lower abdomen I was over her cunt. Parting her pussy lips with my fingers I thrust my mouth into her wet opening.
Sumi had just started saying with a husky whisper, “For last few days your cock is getting stiffer and thicker than other days. . .” But my sudden assault over her already exited womanhood made her scream loud with ecstasy.
“Uhhhh……”
I could feel Sumi’s grip stiffen over my hard and thick cock making it pulse and throb and then I felt she is tugging my hard thick cock down, towards her. It was not a hard pull but enough to make me buckle my waist downwards.
I licked her mound, tracing her pussy lips with my tongue feeling the roughness of her just growing hairs. It felt exotic. I licked the nectar, which has trickled out of her cunt due to her last two orgasoms. The test, the smell was mind boggling.
Sumi spread her legs wider stretching her delicate slits open showing the pink inside. It is her invitation to tear her pussy apart--Her agitated clitoris in full view.
I intently accepted the invitation. I buried my mouth deep in the pink, swallowing the clitoris in my mouth, and lightly biting it making impulses of ecstasy flow through her body.
Writhing under me Sumi cried out loud, “Ahhhh……..Ummmmmm……….”
She instantly muffled herself by wrapping my waist with her one hand, and still holding my throbbing rock hard cock with other she pulled my waist downwards till my cock was inside her open mouth. Instead of loud moans I could now only hear guttural sounds from her mouth.
I start feeling as if I am in heaven as her moist thick lips press firmly over my pulsating cock, undulating and her tongue swirling over it. It is now my turn to give a loud cry of ecstasy and waves after waves of pleasure passes over my body.
With my fingers I parted the petals making the gap wider and nuzzled my tongue deep inside her soft responsive pink. She responded with her lips and tongue and also adding some muffled grunts.
Within seconds the room was filled with sounds of ecstasy, raw noise of pleaser . . . guttural, loud moans, slurping sounds. It was impossible to determine who was making what? It was raw, intense and mixed in a harmony of contentment.
Again her body started shivering and shuddering as waves spread all over her body. She arched backwards, writhing. She let go my cock, it plopped out of her luscious lips and a high pitch squeal came out of her mouth.
My mouth was filled with flowing nectar, sweet with a musky smell–She has orgasomed for the third time.
Sumi trembled and her cheeks blushed as cool AC air caressed her most private part. Still after one and half decade of marriage Sumi becomes shy when her cunt is exposed in its glory. She turned over her belly. However she did not tried to make her panty right. It was left untouched by her, half opened in front her pussy half bare.
Taking the opportunity I stopped momentarily to fill my lungs again.
My wife instantly twisted her head back. Her eyes shone with an effulgence of lust for shameless sexual hunger.
She asked beseechingly with a husky voice, “Why did you stop?”
I grinned at her exasperation.
“See! Just touching made you a slut in heat!” I said with a triumphant exultation. “Then why do you say no touching?”
She made a face.
I resumed my voyage again. This time my maneuver of assaulting her semi nude body was different. She is already in heat and I intended to make her burning with fire and wild with concupiscence.
I started kissing her from toe then to her shapely calves then I crawled upwards my mouth kissing back of her thick thighs. As my mouth wandered upwards, my kisses over her unblemished delicate sensitive skin became longer and deeper.
My lips would lock itself in her palpitating delicate skin and I would suck till her skin gets marked red and the kiss would break off with distinct sound.
“K-i- s-s.”
She would shudder and tremble instantaneously from it.
I would amuse myself, while I exhale, by looking into the mark just now formed by deep, long, intense kiss melt back to soft whiteness of her skinn. Again I would lower myself near the previous spot to blemish her with red.
She would again tremble and shudder.
As soon as I reached the gorge at the confluence of her round shapely ass cheek and thick thighs I started tracing the curve of her ass lobes with my tongue.
Sumi moaned happily.
While my tongue caressed the outline of the Sumi’s quavering spongy bottom, I wandered what is the used of her panty which is still covering her ass, which has already been pulled down from her front to revile the nakedness of her glorious cunt. I tucked my fingers into the elastic of her waistband and slowly lowered it down from her waist. She instinctively raised her hip to facilitate the smooth sliding down of her panty. I yanked and rolled it down till her knees. I did not bother to slip it father out of her leg. My attention was more concentrated over her scrumptious big ass.
To celebrate the charm of her glorious ass lobes which just has been unveiled by me, I bite each one of them softly.
Sumi quivered and trembled again to join the celebration.
I went further up over her back. The kisses were now deeper, longer and redder. My left hand by that time found nakedness of her pussy and got busy tracing it.
“Ahaaaaa………” Sumi rejoiced my discovery with a loud moan.
Sumi likes to change her pussy hair style frequently. Sometimes she keeps her black curly hair to its magnificence. Deep black forest covers her mound. Sometime she shaves it making her cunt smooth like a pussy of a kid. Sometimes she keeps it trimmed—small hairs like sprouts tickling my fingers.
Two weeks ago she has shaved. Now her intention are to keep her pussy hair style trimmed.
As my fingers traced and stroked her flabby pussy lips I felt the new grown hairs tickling my fingers. It felt awesome. My hand tenderly stroked her pussy lips, now generously rubbing her cunt, now amorously pressing and feeling it, now again gently opening her slit with my fingers and agitating and grazing her sensitive clitoris.
In the mean time my right hand fondled with her tight bra strap trying to unclasp it.
She moaned heavily, shaking and trembling like a leaf.
As my right hand unclasped her bra I traced the mark of the tight bra strap over her soft milky white skin with my tongue, wetting it with saliva.
By that time my index fingers of left had found the whole of Sumi’s cunt. Finding it heavily moist and wet my fingers plunged into her womanhood, started to go inside the endless tunnel. As my finger reached the middle Sumi spread her legs apart to smoothen my fingers reach. I pulled it out and then again slowly pushed the finger till it was fully inside her depths. I started repeating it first with one finger then with two. First tender and slow then the rhythm increased. The pace became faster and faster.
The friction of my fingers deep inside her was making her womb contract. I could feel every quiver and tremor pass through her body. She buried her face deep on the bed. Her both hand gripped the bed sheet, clutching it with tight fist. Suddenly she started to shake and tremble frantically from the intense pleasure, it was orchestrated with loud guttural sounds,” from her mouth.
“Ahhhhh………”
Waves of bliss passed through her body. She has orgasomed for the second time.
Sumi lay still panting, in that position for a minute. My fingers still inside and getting flooded with nectar from her cunt. I pulled my fingers out and licked the glistening nectar from it.
“Wow! Kay swad he!”
My wife looked at me through the corner of her eye and gave a smile of satisfaction. I bend down to give a kiss over her warm lips. She turned her head and arched her head upwards to reach my kiss. We got lip locked and playing with our tongue.
As soon as I pulled off my lip to take a deep breath she lifted her arms straight. After two orgasoms Sumi wants still to continue. She wants I pull of her T-shirt over her shoulders, which was lifted and bunched with the bra around her upper torso. She has become a slute. I obliged.
Sumi instantly turned wiggled out of her panty which was bunched around her knees and was laying complete nude over her back, wearing only a smile on her face. Her smile was eloquently saying, ‘More! I want more!’
I this time again started with her fore head, kissing it. Then over her eye lids. Then onto her cheeks, biting her earlobes. After a long and passionate kiss on to her luscious lips I crawled down over her body on my fours. My knees ranged either side of her body as I started again venturing over her bosom.
She started moaning and quavering again.
By now my 6 inch dick was so hard and throbbing that my Bermuda was finding it hard to hold my hot iron road inside it. It felt tight and as if it will tear through the fabric of my Bermuda. My cock wanted a freedom.
My wife could read the feelings of my rock hard dick, she holding the elastic band of my Bermuda yanked it down over my heaps and out of my legs. My hard rod sprang out directing itself down straight towards her lusty face. Like a cannon it pointed at her mouth.
She looked dazed and her eyes sparkled with naughtiness. It always does whenever she sees my rock hard cock spring out.
She strike softly my fully hard and stiff rod with her fingers making it jerk and oscillate sideways. Being stiff and rock hard it acted like a pendulum making a two and fro movement for few times before it came to rest pointing again towards her face. She giggled and strikes it again, softly.
Sumi always gets excited and amused seeing my rock hard cock. I always tried to guess and imagine what will be her reaction if she sees somebody else’s hard prick. Will she get excited? Will her eyes sparkle with lust and naughtiness? Will she play with that guys cock?
As my mouth and hand started to get naughty over her already swollen, flushed and pulsating boob I felt her hand, caressing and then griping my hard hot cock. Then she raised her head from bed and kissed my glistening cock head with pre-cum and swirled her tongue over it.
Crackers started bursting inside my head. With quick kiss on her belly then licking over the lines of her lower abdomen I was over her cunt. Parting her pussy lips with my fingers I thrust my mouth into her wet opening.
Sumi had just started saying with a husky whisper, “For last few days your cock is getting stiffer and thicker than other days. . .” But my sudden assault over her already exited womanhood made her scream loud with ecstasy.
“Uhhhh……”
I could feel Sumi’s grip stiffen over my hard and thick cock making it pulse and throb and then I felt she is tugging my hard thick cock down, towards her. It was not a hard pull but enough to make me buckle my waist downwards.
I licked her mound, tracing her pussy lips with my tongue feeling the roughness of her just growing hairs. It felt exotic. I licked the nectar, which has trickled out of her cunt due to her last two orgasoms. The test, the smell was mind boggling.
Sumi spread her legs wider stretching her delicate slits open showing the pink inside. It is her invitation to tear her pussy apart--Her agitated clitoris in full view.
I intently accepted the invitation. I buried my mouth deep in the pink, swallowing the clitoris in my mouth, and lightly biting it making impulses of ecstasy flow through her body.
Writhing under me Sumi cried out loud, “Ahhhh……..Ummmmmm……….”
She instantly muffled herself by wrapping my waist with her one hand, and still holding my throbbing rock hard cock with other she pulled my waist downwards till my cock was inside her open mouth. Instead of loud moans I could now only hear guttural sounds from her mouth.
I start feeling as if I am in heaven as her moist thick lips press firmly over my pulsating cock, undulating and her tongue swirling over it. It is now my turn to give a loud cry of ecstasy and waves after waves of pleasure passes over my body.
With my fingers I parted the petals making the gap wider and nuzzled my tongue deep inside her soft responsive pink. She responded with her lips and tongue and also adding some muffled grunts.
Within seconds the room was filled with sounds of ecstasy, raw noise of pleaser . . . guttural, loud moans, slurping sounds. It was impossible to determine who was making what? It was raw, intense and mixed in a harmony of contentment.
Again her body started shivering and shuddering as waves spread all over her body. She arched backwards, writhing. She let go my cock, it plopped out of her luscious lips and a high pitch squeal came out of her mouth.
My mouth was filled with flowing nectar, sweet with a musky smell–She has orgasomed for the third time.
To be continued.........
30-06-2020, 04:52 PM
My mouth was filled with flowing nectar, sweet with a musky smell–She has orgasomed for the third time.
For minute or two we rested in silence still panting and happy, side by side, in each other’s arms. I was still hot. The close conjunction of our naked bodies began to have the inevitable result. She wrapped me closer, her naked skin pressing against mine. From her eyes I could see she is also again getting exited, and her eyes were pleading the want of cock in her pussy.
I encircled Sumi in my arms, kissed her on her chicks, on her juicy lips and placed her on her back.
I taped her cunt gently and noticed with amazement, though she has orgasomed thrice but how she quivered anew now by my just simple inquisitive touch over her cunt.
I slipped over her, kissed her ear lobes, and whispered, “Open your legs, hony!”
Sumi’s eyes instantly glittered with lust. It was a lust expecting to get fucked; a cock going inside her craving, agitated cunt. I have aroused her desires to height. She responded by making her thighs parted.
I instantly wrapped her lovely naked body in my arms pressing her to me; her breasts flattening against me. Kisses rained.
“Sumi . . . Sumi! My beautiful wife.” I whispered as I positioned over her. My cock head touching her eager pussy lips.
She trembled, and wrapped me lightly with her beautiful slender arms in anticipation of my cock going in her womanhood.
I rubbed my dick head over her sensitive pussy lips for couple of times. She shuddered. I pushed slowly my throbbing rock hard cock inside her cunt.
Her pussy is so much lubricated that I did not have to give any effort to push my hot rod inside her eager pussy. It glided deeper and deeper till my balls hit against her pussy lips.
“Ummm………” She moaned softly.
I lay still over her for few seconds. Then I pulled out my iron rod, till, till its tip barely going to come out and again pushed it, this time bit harder. I could feel interior of her cunt collapsing in to have a firm grip over my throbbing cock. As if her deep moist tunnel wants to swallow me in full.
As my thrusting became harder and faster she started moaning louder, my dick up and down her cunt. In the beginning slow piston like thrusts then it was faster and harder.
Her big spongy breasts bounced and jiggled to my rhythm, flattering on my chest.
Her cunt was so lubricated and wet with her secretion that the continuous thrust made a, “F-u-c-h. . .F-u-c-h !” nose making me more exited and fuck her harder.
Her eyes turned upwards and half closed from the sexual bliss expressing the delight of copulation. She parted more her legs, lifting it and wrapping around my waist with it; her actions involuntary, her fingers over my back, tracing, making zigzag.
I thrust Sumi's cunt over 20 minutes in a rapid pace, pounding her. Suddenly she arched backwards, her nails dug into my back, a spasm convulsed her. She started crying out loud. Her loud cries of rapturous noise filled the room.
Consecutively my cock started pulsating to burst, few furious shoves and load after load of white thick globs started to flow out of my cock to fill out her pussy, deep.
We orgasomed together. She for the fourth time.
I kissed her lips tenderly.
It was another day of great sex. We lay on bed, panting, fully content, and happy.
“Today again what got into you! Consecutively two days you have fucked me!” She said with a happy smile. “In recent times I have not seen you get sexually excited like this.”
“You did not like it?”
“Yes, I loved it very much!”And then Sumi added with a naughty smile. “I don’t mind you fucking me every day. Actually I would be very happy if you fuck me like this every day. . . But not in the morning.”
For minute or two we rested in silence still panting and happy, side by side, in each other’s arms. I was still hot. The close conjunction of our naked bodies began to have the inevitable result. She wrapped me closer, her naked skin pressing against mine. From her eyes I could see she is also again getting exited, and her eyes were pleading the want of cock in her pussy.
I encircled Sumi in my arms, kissed her on her chicks, on her juicy lips and placed her on her back.
I taped her cunt gently and noticed with amazement, though she has orgasomed thrice but how she quivered anew now by my just simple inquisitive touch over her cunt.
I slipped over her, kissed her ear lobes, and whispered, “Open your legs, hony!”
Sumi’s eyes instantly glittered with lust. It was a lust expecting to get fucked; a cock going inside her craving, agitated cunt. I have aroused her desires to height. She responded by making her thighs parted.
I instantly wrapped her lovely naked body in my arms pressing her to me; her breasts flattening against me. Kisses rained.
“Sumi . . . Sumi! My beautiful wife.” I whispered as I positioned over her. My cock head touching her eager pussy lips.
She trembled, and wrapped me lightly with her beautiful slender arms in anticipation of my cock going in her womanhood.
I rubbed my dick head over her sensitive pussy lips for couple of times. She shuddered. I pushed slowly my throbbing rock hard cock inside her cunt.
Her pussy is so much lubricated that I did not have to give any effort to push my hot rod inside her eager pussy. It glided deeper and deeper till my balls hit against her pussy lips.
“Ummm………” She moaned softly.
I lay still over her for few seconds. Then I pulled out my iron rod, till, till its tip barely going to come out and again pushed it, this time bit harder. I could feel interior of her cunt collapsing in to have a firm grip over my throbbing cock. As if her deep moist tunnel wants to swallow me in full.
As my thrusting became harder and faster she started moaning louder, my dick up and down her cunt. In the beginning slow piston like thrusts then it was faster and harder.
Her big spongy breasts bounced and jiggled to my rhythm, flattering on my chest.
Her cunt was so lubricated and wet with her secretion that the continuous thrust made a, “F-u-c-h. . .F-u-c-h !” nose making me more exited and fuck her harder.
Her eyes turned upwards and half closed from the sexual bliss expressing the delight of copulation. She parted more her legs, lifting it and wrapping around my waist with it; her actions involuntary, her fingers over my back, tracing, making zigzag.
I thrust Sumi's cunt over 20 minutes in a rapid pace, pounding her. Suddenly she arched backwards, her nails dug into my back, a spasm convulsed her. She started crying out loud. Her loud cries of rapturous noise filled the room.
Consecutively my cock started pulsating to burst, few furious shoves and load after load of white thick globs started to flow out of my cock to fill out her pussy, deep.
We orgasomed together. She for the fourth time.
I kissed her lips tenderly.
It was another day of great sex. We lay on bed, panting, fully content, and happy.
“Today again what got into you! Consecutively two days you have fucked me!” She said with a happy smile. “In recent times I have not seen you get sexually excited like this.”
“You did not like it?”
“Yes, I loved it very much!”And then Sumi added with a naughty smile. “I don’t mind you fucking me every day. Actually I would be very happy if you fuck me like this every day. . . But not in the morning.”
30-06-2020, 10:55 PM
01-07-2020, 03:46 PM
(30-06-2020, 06:50 PM)ankur02 Wrote: Nice Hb. Very erotic. Didn't know that you are such a good writer. Waiting for the next update with some sexy pic of your wife.
Thanks Ankur for reading my story.
I am not a very good writer. there are many here who are much more better then me.
Anyway thanks for supporting me.
03-07-2020, 03:13 PM
03-07-2020, 03:19 PM
04-07-2020, 01:30 AM
(02-07-2020, 10:55 PM)Rahulkarnv Wrote: Excellent narration Bhai kindlyt to give regular update and pls post some nudes of sexyyyy Sumi....pls
Thanks for liking my real life story.I have become busy with work so always not possible to give updates.
Sumi will decide when she want to add any more pics.
Ripped and liked u for being with me.
04-07-2020, 02:55 PM
4th April,
(Fourth day of workout)
Sumi has been doing the workout for last four days. She is grasping the exercises from the video’s quite well. Laughing and giggling as she does it; sometimes teasing me by bouncing her boobs more when she does spot jogging. She is enjoying her workout.
She would call me every morning by seven and by seven thirty she will start her work out. The room at the back side of our house where she does workout may be small. Nine feet in length and seven feet wide. But now as it is empty, only a table in the room which is pushed onto the wall and I have set the computer on top of it, the screen directly facing her so that my wife can easily follow the workout videos. Being rest of the room empty, though small, but it gives Sumi lot of space for her workout. She can move her hands and legs freely while she does her routine workouts. Even she can do jumping exercises and move few steps up and down in the room. In future when she will be adding the aerobic dance exercise she will get space and will be able to do the dance steps in the room.
My role is kind of time keeper and loading the videos in the computer so that she can follow it. Most of the time I have to be out of the room when she does workout; if I be inside the room the space for her workout will be compromised. However I love to see her workout from outside the door. I loved the scene when she does for few minutes warm up, spot jogging and spot jumping. Her big boobs will swing and jiggle erotically under her top, making my cock twitched and throb. Or if she stretches, her big spongy yamee boobs bulges out lusciously. She looks erotic like a sex goddess. A fire of sex would get ignited inside me. The effect obviously is reflected at night--Wild and passionate sex, and she loves it. She vouches it with loud screams and moans.
(Fourth day of workout)
Sumi has been doing the workout for last four days. She is grasping the exercises from the video’s quite well. Laughing and giggling as she does it; sometimes teasing me by bouncing her boobs more when she does spot jogging. She is enjoying her workout.
She would call me every morning by seven and by seven thirty she will start her work out. The room at the back side of our house where she does workout may be small. Nine feet in length and seven feet wide. But now as it is empty, only a table in the room which is pushed onto the wall and I have set the computer on top of it, the screen directly facing her so that my wife can easily follow the workout videos. Being rest of the room empty, though small, but it gives Sumi lot of space for her workout. She can move her hands and legs freely while she does her routine workouts. Even she can do jumping exercises and move few steps up and down in the room. In future when she will be adding the aerobic dance exercise she will get space and will be able to do the dance steps in the room.
My role is kind of time keeper and loading the videos in the computer so that she can follow it. Most of the time I have to be out of the room when she does workout; if I be inside the room the space for her workout will be compromised. However I love to see her workout from outside the door. I loved the scene when she does for few minutes warm up, spot jogging and spot jumping. Her big boobs will swing and jiggle erotically under her top, making my cock twitched and throb. Or if she stretches, her big spongy yamee boobs bulges out lusciously. She looks erotic like a sex goddess. A fire of sex would get ignited inside me. The effect obviously is reflected at night--Wild and passionate sex, and she loves it. She vouches it with loud screams and moans.
06-07-2020, 10:11 AM
06-07-2020, 11:11 PM
9th April,
("त्रिया चरित्रं, पुरुषस्य भाग्यम, देवौ ना जानाति कुतो मनुष्य")
I had gone back to our bead room. Every day standing at the door of the workout room was making me bored. After all she is my wife with whom I am married for one and a half decade. The Initial sexual ecstasy, after seeing her in those tight legging and tight stretchable tops doing exercises is again dying down. No doubt she is looking erotic is such dress, making adrenaline flow through my vein. But it is not enough, it is not like the initial three four days of her workout.
Initial three four days, instant I see her in tight top and skin tight leggings there would be a burst of adrenaline. Which flowed with great speed inside my veins, making my cock instantly become hard as a iron road and something inside me telling me to jump on her and tear her apart. That fire, the lust for her, the raw sex inside me is again dying down slowly. I could well understand within another week maximum two weeks I will be back to the normal regular boring sex life; fucking her thrice a week, routine, without there being much foreplay. It is not the performance problem. In this age also I have performed quite well in past 10 days. It is the need of spice and verity in life which I guess is needed to go on burning the fire of raw sexual urge.
It is not that we are not in love. Our love for each other is growing year after year. Bond between us is getting stronger. However in sex life, routine and lack of adventure is making it monotonous for me and even I guess for her.
After having Great and wild sex for last few days, from yesterday I have started to feel seeing same woman in same kind of attire, doing same regular exercise every morning--It is becoming again a routine, repetitive and vapid thing.
Yesterday night the sex was not something great. Not an extraordinary one. Ordinary fucking which used to be before lockdown. I guess, her same kind of dress at time of workout was not having so much an effect any more—Stretched top, and skin tight leggings; which covers her fully.
If it would have been case of a newly married couple then just seeing wife wearing tight short top with bulging out big bouncy boobs and skin tight leggings would have made the husband exited for many days. However for a husband (me) who is married for so long and seen his wife (Sumi) nude many times, fucked her numerous times in different positions. By seeing the wife in this kind of fully covered dress and flaunting curves during workout can make him get exited only for few days.
I was giving a thought over it. I had full day to think about the problem. Lockdown has given us plenty of time for ourselves. I was confused how to use the time. Now at least I am engaged in something, something to think about. Pay my attention on something important to our life which will spice our sex life not letting it retreat back again into a dull repetitious, unexciting routine.
I was thrilled thinking about how I and Sumi had enjoyed a wild, passionate, and satisfying sex in last few days. This kind of sex only used to happen . . . I tried to remember may be four max five years of our marriage. Then the sex has dwindled to a routine. It’s not that there were no spikes in our sex life in next ten years. But the sudden burst of sexual urge would last a day maximum two. Only once, I remembered it vividly which lasted for at least four months. It was as if we were newly married, then again it dwindled back to just a normal routine fucking.
It is one of the obsession one of my fantasy that she getting touched in public place by a stranger whom I could make my wife agree. It was only for once. It was a deal with her, I have to give a commitment, and I gladly accepted the deal.
It was Rath Yeatra (Festival of chariot pulling) and our marriage anniversary has coincided with that day. Like every previous marriage anniversary she was happy and exited. I guess out of the many which makes her happy is that on marriage anniversary she gets couple of good saree’s as a gift from me. Some western wears. Which is not in her list of 1st preference but I love when she wears them.
From my past experience I have categorized the western dress which I gift her in two segments.
One what she may wear out side home . . . Obviously outside home does not mean she is going to wear them in our locality or going to market wearing them. Not even she is going to wear them when going to other part of the city. She would not agree. I never could convince her, could not peruse her to wear them in our home town. She has her own logic and whoever is married does know quite well any wife’s own logic for not doing something is something impenetrable.
Her dark big eyes will widen with concern. “What will your relatives think if they see me in the western dress?” Or her face would become very worried and she would exclaim, “Ohh! No, in that part of city your friend Atish lives. What they will think if they see me in western wear?”
And there are many more. If somehow I can at least break the shield of one of her logic for ‘not wearing it in city’ instantly she will come up with another. She is swarming with logic. However she agrees to wear them when we go for a tour, a holiday or for an outing outside city.
The other category of western dress! She will never step out wearing them outside our bedroom, no matter what, no matter how I peruse her, no matter whatever gift I promise to give her if she wears it outside bedroom. Even at an outing outside city I could not make her agree to wear them.
So while buying the western wears I may gift her jeans or long skirt and for upper portion a top or a shirt which will be long enough to cover her ass or maximum of it. This falls in the first category. However she has allowed my request for clemency in neck line and the sleeves, and obliged in wearing dress with deeper neck and shorter or sleeveless sleeves.
In the second category rest of all, so I pick freely. Skirts till her knees. Miniskirts till her mid thighs; even micro miniskirts which is just covering her panty. She had given me liberty in this. She knows she is not going to wear them outside bedroom. For her upper portion, top, shirts, frocks whatever you name it, I buy naughtiest possible, shortest possible. Backless. Side less. Showing her navel. Noodle strapped. Anything you can name which is sexy and erotic. Even some time I buy for her hot pants. I love to see her pose in those dresses. I love when her panty flash under the skirt. I love when maximum of her nude boob bulges out of her top, just covering her nipples. She looks erotic, mind boggling and hot.
Sometimes I add jewelry in the anniversary gift items. Needless to say I never ever forget to add in the list of anniversary gifts different kinds of sexy bra and panty and inner wear.
("त्रिया चरित्रं, पुरुषस्य भाग्यम, देवौ ना जानाति कुतो मनुष्य")
I had gone back to our bead room. Every day standing at the door of the workout room was making me bored. After all she is my wife with whom I am married for one and a half decade. The Initial sexual ecstasy, after seeing her in those tight legging and tight stretchable tops doing exercises is again dying down. No doubt she is looking erotic is such dress, making adrenaline flow through my vein. But it is not enough, it is not like the initial three four days of her workout.
Initial three four days, instant I see her in tight top and skin tight leggings there would be a burst of adrenaline. Which flowed with great speed inside my veins, making my cock instantly become hard as a iron road and something inside me telling me to jump on her and tear her apart. That fire, the lust for her, the raw sex inside me is again dying down slowly. I could well understand within another week maximum two weeks I will be back to the normal regular boring sex life; fucking her thrice a week, routine, without there being much foreplay. It is not the performance problem. In this age also I have performed quite well in past 10 days. It is the need of spice and verity in life which I guess is needed to go on burning the fire of raw sexual urge.
It is not that we are not in love. Our love for each other is growing year after year. Bond between us is getting stronger. However in sex life, routine and lack of adventure is making it monotonous for me and even I guess for her.
After having Great and wild sex for last few days, from yesterday I have started to feel seeing same woman in same kind of attire, doing same regular exercise every morning--It is becoming again a routine, repetitive and vapid thing.
Yesterday night the sex was not something great. Not an extraordinary one. Ordinary fucking which used to be before lockdown. I guess, her same kind of dress at time of workout was not having so much an effect any more—Stretched top, and skin tight leggings; which covers her fully.
If it would have been case of a newly married couple then just seeing wife wearing tight short top with bulging out big bouncy boobs and skin tight leggings would have made the husband exited for many days. However for a husband (me) who is married for so long and seen his wife (Sumi) nude many times, fucked her numerous times in different positions. By seeing the wife in this kind of fully covered dress and flaunting curves during workout can make him get exited only for few days.
I was giving a thought over it. I had full day to think about the problem. Lockdown has given us plenty of time for ourselves. I was confused how to use the time. Now at least I am engaged in something, something to think about. Pay my attention on something important to our life which will spice our sex life not letting it retreat back again into a dull repetitious, unexciting routine.
I was thrilled thinking about how I and Sumi had enjoyed a wild, passionate, and satisfying sex in last few days. This kind of sex only used to happen . . . I tried to remember may be four max five years of our marriage. Then the sex has dwindled to a routine. It’s not that there were no spikes in our sex life in next ten years. But the sudden burst of sexual urge would last a day maximum two. Only once, I remembered it vividly which lasted for at least four months. It was as if we were newly married, then again it dwindled back to just a normal routine fucking.
It is one of the obsession one of my fantasy that she getting touched in public place by a stranger whom I could make my wife agree. It was only for once. It was a deal with her, I have to give a commitment, and I gladly accepted the deal.
It was Rath Yeatra (Festival of chariot pulling) and our marriage anniversary has coincided with that day. Like every previous marriage anniversary she was happy and exited. I guess out of the many which makes her happy is that on marriage anniversary she gets couple of good saree’s as a gift from me. Some western wears. Which is not in her list of 1st preference but I love when she wears them.
From my past experience I have categorized the western dress which I gift her in two segments.
One what she may wear out side home . . . Obviously outside home does not mean she is going to wear them in our locality or going to market wearing them. Not even she is going to wear them when going to other part of the city. She would not agree. I never could convince her, could not peruse her to wear them in our home town. She has her own logic and whoever is married does know quite well any wife’s own logic for not doing something is something impenetrable.
Her dark big eyes will widen with concern. “What will your relatives think if they see me in the western dress?” Or her face would become very worried and she would exclaim, “Ohh! No, in that part of city your friend Atish lives. What they will think if they see me in western wear?”
And there are many more. If somehow I can at least break the shield of one of her logic for ‘not wearing it in city’ instantly she will come up with another. She is swarming with logic. However she agrees to wear them when we go for a tour, a holiday or for an outing outside city.
The other category of western dress! She will never step out wearing them outside our bedroom, no matter what, no matter how I peruse her, no matter whatever gift I promise to give her if she wears it outside bedroom. Even at an outing outside city I could not make her agree to wear them.
So while buying the western wears I may gift her jeans or long skirt and for upper portion a top or a shirt which will be long enough to cover her ass or maximum of it. This falls in the first category. However she has allowed my request for clemency in neck line and the sleeves, and obliged in wearing dress with deeper neck and shorter or sleeveless sleeves.
In the second category rest of all, so I pick freely. Skirts till her knees. Miniskirts till her mid thighs; even micro miniskirts which is just covering her panty. She had given me liberty in this. She knows she is not going to wear them outside bedroom. For her upper portion, top, shirts, frocks whatever you name it, I buy naughtiest possible, shortest possible. Backless. Side less. Showing her navel. Noodle strapped. Anything you can name which is sexy and erotic. Even some time I buy for her hot pants. I love to see her pose in those dresses. I love when her panty flash under the skirt. I love when maximum of her nude boob bulges out of her top, just covering her nipples. She looks erotic, mind boggling and hot.
Sometimes I add jewelry in the anniversary gift items. Needless to say I never ever forget to add in the list of anniversary gifts different kinds of sexy bra and panty and inner wear.
To be continued........
06-07-2020, 11:45 PM
That year I had gifted her three sarees, one was see-through chiffon. Black with golden border and small golden flowers sparsely sprinkled over it.
Generally we go to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, have a romantic dinner, only Sumi and me and then come back home, happy.
Initially my wife agreed to wear the transparent chiffon to any good restaurant. But then I came to know that our marriage anniversary date has coincided with Rath Yeatra. As near our place also Rath Yatra is celebrated. We always go to the fair in the evening to pull the Rath and stay there till late night. And as that time as it is overcrowded, thousands, and thousands of people gathering to pull and celebrate Rath, so obviously it is not possible for her to go wearing a transparent saree there. She will be ogled, touched, and groped freely and she will never agree to that. I was sad.
She immediately read my mind very distinctively.
May be she is living with me for so many years or may be as she loves and cares for me very much that is why she could read my mind.
“Today I will wear the black chiffon gifted by you and go to Rath.” She said suddenly as we were having our evening tea.
It took couple of seconds to settle in my head what she was saying. I looked at her dumbfound thinking, ‘Was she saying about any old chiffon of her which is not at all transparent? Or she was talking about the new saree, gift of marriage anniversary!. . . Is she pulling my leg?’
She has been raised in a conservative, traditional family with Indian values. Needless to say our family is just a replica of my wife’s family with same traditions and values. I am an exception; obviously that’s what she thinks. Throughout our married life till now she would get angry if I ever had proposed that she should wear something flaunting, purposefully, to tease guys to make their eyes bulge out and to make their cock throb.
Sumi giggled looking at my dumbfound face, “I will wear the black chiffon, your gift!” Then added with a teasing smile on her face, “Obviously if you don’t have any objection, then only!”
“I . . . I . . .” I stammered. Her proposal was beyond my expectation. As her words started sipping in my head I say, “Why should I have any objection? I will love if you wear it at mela (fair).”
She looked serious. Sat beside me. “You know na, what will happen if I wear the transparent saree in that crowded fair?”
My mouth felt dry. I know what will happen if she wears such a saree and goes there in the overcrowded fair but I was very afraid, very uneasy to tell her.
For one minute she looked at me. Her eyes grilling through me. I could not say anything.
Her eyes softened, “People will ogle at me, touch me and even may be able to grope my boobs and ass. My transparent saree is a provocative dress. It is inevitably going to attract the lusty and adventurous guys. The fair becomes so overcrowded that it will be impossible for me to resist their hands.”
I gulped. Sumi merely telling me what may happen at fair has made my cock twist and getting hard. A bulge has started forming. Sweat of excitement forming at my forehead.
She looked at me, my sweating forehead.
“You are excited?” She instantly put her hand over my Bermuda. She smiled. “You are hard! Just by listening what may happen to me in fair your cock is dancing.”
“I . . .I . . .” I tried to justify myself.
It has happened so many times that she had flaring up seeing my cock getting hard in anticipation of somebody ogling at her or she getting touched at bus or train. It is something involuntary beyond my control, my dick twitches, throbs, and sometimes even get hard whenever I hear or see such things relating to her. My fantasies start to flood my mind, adrenalin flows like a water fall making my cock pulse.
“I know your fantasy! I am going to gift you your fantasy today, it is a gift from my side to you on our marriage anniversary.” She paused. “But you have to give a commitment.”
At last I found something to say, “What?”
“It is going to be first and last time. You are not going to request something like this any more in our life time.”
“Why should I ask you again to do such a thing? My fantasy is getting fulfilled! I am never ever going to talk about my fantasies anymore.”
She smiled. But this time her smile was week, not a confident smile as before. She has started to feel nervous in anticipation of the fair.
I continued after a pause, “I will not be by your side. I will always keep a distance from you. It should look as if you have come alone.”
She again smiled uneasily, “Ok, Whatever you want today I will do like that. . . Pretending alone woman!” She added anxiously trying to bring to my attention that we should be together. “It is dangerous.”
I know it is dangerous. But it is one of my dream fantasies. I also know she will do this only for once. It is an opportunity for today only. I cannot let it slip out of my hand, how much dangerous it may be.
Before she change her mind I said, “I will be nearby and jump in if things get out of hand.”
I was in a position of a starving man. I was like a man who for months is not getting proper food to eat, then suddenly somebody offers him, ‘You can eat as much Biriyani as you can but only for once.’ What will he do? He will stuff himself with as much possible Biriyani as he can eat--Till a limit where he is about to vomit. It may be he is so full he cannot breathe after eating, but he will eat.
It is not a fair for alone woman. Even also for a small group of women who goes there without any male. Many come with faith to attend the fair and pull the Rath and many go there to get amused and hunt bob and ass. Over the years it has become an unwritten rule that a woman married/unmarried coming alone to this fair without accompanied by any male partner is free to get touched and squeezed. If she tries to protest she will get a response, ‘You have come without a male, alone, so your intension is to get groped in the mela (fare). Why are you making a fuss?’ Even authorities share the same view. Single woman coming to this mela is a licentious and wonton woman, let her get groped and molested. No protection given to her.
Even coming with male partner or your family does not guaranty that women’s will not get groped. No woman gets untouched. So over the years this fair, especially after sunset, has got transformed more as a male dominated fair. Only a handful of women visit the fair after sunset accompanied by a group of men or family members.
Our local Rath Yeatra fair is held on a two kilometer long stretch of main road; leading to a park. Both side of the road is blocked so that no vehicle can travel through this stretch of road that day. Different kinds of stall are lined on both side of the road. Stalls selling plants and its peripherals. Stalls of different kind of food-From cheap golguppas and jalebis to expansive birianis. There would be stalls who are selling different kind of toys, some stalls selling plastic dolls. Some earthen pots. Some stalls will be staffed with earthen dolls. Crockery’s. Dresses. Bangles. You name anything you are going to get that in that fair. And the park holds the amusement rides.
At day time women flock in the fair they roam from stall to stall buying things of need, things for amusement. Eating and amusing themselves from the rides. But as sun sets and Rath stars to get pulled the hunters start to swarm the mela. It is time for the alone woman or small groups women to leave. Only daring, auspicious, and wanton woman stay. Obviously woman partnered with their husbands and women’s accompanied by family members will also be seen.
Generally we go to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, have a romantic dinner, only Sumi and me and then come back home, happy.
Initially my wife agreed to wear the transparent chiffon to any good restaurant. But then I came to know that our marriage anniversary date has coincided with Rath Yeatra. As near our place also Rath Yatra is celebrated. We always go to the fair in the evening to pull the Rath and stay there till late night. And as that time as it is overcrowded, thousands, and thousands of people gathering to pull and celebrate Rath, so obviously it is not possible for her to go wearing a transparent saree there. She will be ogled, touched, and groped freely and she will never agree to that. I was sad.
She immediately read my mind very distinctively.
May be she is living with me for so many years or may be as she loves and cares for me very much that is why she could read my mind.
“Today I will wear the black chiffon gifted by you and go to Rath.” She said suddenly as we were having our evening tea.
It took couple of seconds to settle in my head what she was saying. I looked at her dumbfound thinking, ‘Was she saying about any old chiffon of her which is not at all transparent? Or she was talking about the new saree, gift of marriage anniversary!. . . Is she pulling my leg?’
She has been raised in a conservative, traditional family with Indian values. Needless to say our family is just a replica of my wife’s family with same traditions and values. I am an exception; obviously that’s what she thinks. Throughout our married life till now she would get angry if I ever had proposed that she should wear something flaunting, purposefully, to tease guys to make their eyes bulge out and to make their cock throb.
Sumi giggled looking at my dumbfound face, “I will wear the black chiffon, your gift!” Then added with a teasing smile on her face, “Obviously if you don’t have any objection, then only!”
“I . . . I . . .” I stammered. Her proposal was beyond my expectation. As her words started sipping in my head I say, “Why should I have any objection? I will love if you wear it at mela (fair).”
She looked serious. Sat beside me. “You know na, what will happen if I wear the transparent saree in that crowded fair?”
My mouth felt dry. I know what will happen if she wears such a saree and goes there in the overcrowded fair but I was very afraid, very uneasy to tell her.
For one minute she looked at me. Her eyes grilling through me. I could not say anything.
Her eyes softened, “People will ogle at me, touch me and even may be able to grope my boobs and ass. My transparent saree is a provocative dress. It is inevitably going to attract the lusty and adventurous guys. The fair becomes so overcrowded that it will be impossible for me to resist their hands.”
I gulped. Sumi merely telling me what may happen at fair has made my cock twist and getting hard. A bulge has started forming. Sweat of excitement forming at my forehead.
She looked at me, my sweating forehead.
“You are excited?” She instantly put her hand over my Bermuda. She smiled. “You are hard! Just by listening what may happen to me in fair your cock is dancing.”
“I . . .I . . .” I tried to justify myself.
It has happened so many times that she had flaring up seeing my cock getting hard in anticipation of somebody ogling at her or she getting touched at bus or train. It is something involuntary beyond my control, my dick twitches, throbs, and sometimes even get hard whenever I hear or see such things relating to her. My fantasies start to flood my mind, adrenalin flows like a water fall making my cock pulse.
“I know your fantasy! I am going to gift you your fantasy today, it is a gift from my side to you on our marriage anniversary.” She paused. “But you have to give a commitment.”
At last I found something to say, “What?”
“It is going to be first and last time. You are not going to request something like this any more in our life time.”
“Why should I ask you again to do such a thing? My fantasy is getting fulfilled! I am never ever going to talk about my fantasies anymore.”
She smiled. But this time her smile was week, not a confident smile as before. She has started to feel nervous in anticipation of the fair.
I continued after a pause, “I will not be by your side. I will always keep a distance from you. It should look as if you have come alone.”
She again smiled uneasily, “Ok, Whatever you want today I will do like that. . . Pretending alone woman!” She added anxiously trying to bring to my attention that we should be together. “It is dangerous.”
I know it is dangerous. But it is one of my dream fantasies. I also know she will do this only for once. It is an opportunity for today only. I cannot let it slip out of my hand, how much dangerous it may be.
Before she change her mind I said, “I will be nearby and jump in if things get out of hand.”
I was in a position of a starving man. I was like a man who for months is not getting proper food to eat, then suddenly somebody offers him, ‘You can eat as much Biriyani as you can but only for once.’ What will he do? He will stuff himself with as much possible Biriyani as he can eat--Till a limit where he is about to vomit. It may be he is so full he cannot breathe after eating, but he will eat.
It is not a fair for alone woman. Even also for a small group of women who goes there without any male. Many come with faith to attend the fair and pull the Rath and many go there to get amused and hunt bob and ass. Over the years it has become an unwritten rule that a woman married/unmarried coming alone to this fair without accompanied by any male partner is free to get touched and squeezed. If she tries to protest she will get a response, ‘You have come without a male, alone, so your intension is to get groped in the mela (fare). Why are you making a fuss?’ Even authorities share the same view. Single woman coming to this mela is a licentious and wonton woman, let her get groped and molested. No protection given to her.
Even coming with male partner or your family does not guaranty that women’s will not get groped. No woman gets untouched. So over the years this fair, especially after sunset, has got transformed more as a male dominated fair. Only a handful of women visit the fair after sunset accompanied by a group of men or family members.
Our local Rath Yeatra fair is held on a two kilometer long stretch of main road; leading to a park. Both side of the road is blocked so that no vehicle can travel through this stretch of road that day. Different kinds of stall are lined on both side of the road. Stalls selling plants and its peripherals. Stalls of different kind of food-From cheap golguppas and jalebis to expansive birianis. There would be stalls who are selling different kind of toys, some stalls selling plastic dolls. Some earthen pots. Some stalls will be staffed with earthen dolls. Crockery’s. Dresses. Bangles. You name anything you are going to get that in that fair. And the park holds the amusement rides.
At day time women flock in the fair they roam from stall to stall buying things of need, things for amusement. Eating and amusing themselves from the rides. But as sun sets and Rath stars to get pulled the hunters start to swarm the mela. It is time for the alone woman or small groups women to leave. Only daring, auspicious, and wanton woman stay. Obviously woman partnered with their husbands and women’s accompanied by family members will also be seen.
To be continued...........
07-07-2020, 07:56 AM
09-07-2020, 06:00 PM
There is very rare comments in my thread. banghead: banghead:
I feel i am a very poor writer.Sad And my wife is very sad as there is no comments.
Please encourage us by commenting , ripping and liking.
Thanks in advance
(HB)
I feel i am a very poor writer.
Sad And my wife is very sad as there is no comments.Please encourage us by commenting , ripping and liking.
Thanks in advance
(HB)
10-07-2020, 03:39 PM
(09-07-2020, 07:52 PM)kamdev99008 Wrote: have patience dear.......... it improves stamina........ mentally and physically too :)
First, thank you. From the day one, from our first post u have been with us.
Yes, getting a comment from u has improved our (husband and wife) stamina mentally and physically 1000 times.
Again
and i have liked and ripped you for being with us.yr): clp); clp); clp);
10-07-2020, 09:20 PM
For last one and half hours Sumi is struggling with herself. Taken a long bath. Painted her toe and hand nails with eloquent red nail colour, combing her hair. Wearing makeup’s on her face. This in only time, that is at our marriage anniversary she indulges in heavy but gorgeous makeup. Then she applied red lipstick on her lips, matching the colour of the nail polish. She looked at the mirror, her head tilted bit sideways. She must be judging the lipstick, its colour, if it is rightly worn to perfection. She rubbed her lips softly one over another. Smearing her red lip colour smooth and glazy; making it look hot luscious and coveting. The glassy colour gorgeously emphasized her beautiful lips.
She looked away from the mirror at me to get my opinion.
Anybody looking at her juicy, moist red lips will get attracted. He will feel to put his lips over her ripe lips. I had to close my eyes and take deep breath to control my desire of kissing her lustrous, succulent red lips.
Reading my intentions she shoved me out of the room.
“I need to change and ware saree.!” Sumi said with a buoyant smile. “You will disturb me if you are inside room.”
I know what she meant. Seeing her changing I will not be able to control myself. . . It’s better to be outside.
After some times Sumi poked her head out of the door, I could not see her body.
Is she nude? How I wanted to rush in! But alas I have to restrain myself.
“You want me to wear any special bra and panty?”
“Yes! The red polka dot one.”
“The anniversary gift?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
After some time again she poked her head out.
“The blouse is sleeveless. The straps over the shoulder are only one inch thick. You want me to wear that?”
I thought for few seconds, considering it. Her anniversary blouse was ok if we would have gone to a restaurant. We would have booked a car from home and then would have returned back in the same car. No connection with outside world. Only at some decent and posh restaurant, going and coming back. But going to this fair is something else.
“You don’t have anything covering your shoulder.” Then added making it a point. “But it should be short sleeved.”
“I have to see. The blouse has to be matching with the saree!”
Her head vanished behind the door. After 15-20 minutes her head again reappeared.
“I have one. Matching the saree but it is very deep and has become tight also.”
“If you don’t mind can I see? I will not touch you. I promise!”
She looked skeptically at me and ajar the door.
She was wearing a black petticoat, and a shiny black blouse. It was stitched six years ago to be worn with a black silk saree with golden embroideries all over it. It is not a sleeveless but a very short sleeved blouse with golden piping. As the blouse is six years old and Sumi’s boob size has changed after that, grown, making her a buxom woman which made the blouse become very tight fit and now it is acting like a highly modified pushup bra. Making her ample elegant lobes bulge out over the hem line of front very deep V cut of the blouse. Her half of the nude spilled out breasts made a deep cleavage; it was so deep that to me it looked that the hem line of blouse must be just running over the hem line of polka dot bra. She looked coveting and erotic.
“Perfect!”
Sumi pointed her index finger shyly at her milky white shiny bulging out cleavage, blushed. “Isn’t too much showing in the front?”
Enthralled by the glare of her bare manifested cleavage, I understood what she is trying to say. The tightness of her black blouse has dangerously spilled out the nakedness of her boobs and flaunting exuberantly her milky white profound cleavage, way beyond the permissible limit. Treacherously pronounced and alluring.
I didn’t want her to get afraid and scared and too much fussy about the blouse. She will try to search another blouse, again 15-20 minutes lost. besides she may not find a perfect blouse matching with the saree. If she found also the blouse may be something dowdy, covering her fully.
“Your front portion will be covered by the pallu.” I said with an assuring tone.
She tried to smile and again she closed the door.
After 15 minutes again I heard her voice.
“Come in Suraj!”
Sumi was standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed now. She has dbangd the black chiffon in exotic way; tightly wrapped around her curves making them prominent and bold. She has kept her hair loose, combed straight. A golden hair pin has kept her black cascading hair over her back in place. She turned her head; her curls swung a little making smooth whiteness of her back skin flash under her sparkling black hair. Her skin glowing from the recent bath—soft, smooth, soothing to the eyes.
I haven’t noticed before the blouse back strap is thin, very thin. It can be compared with ‘thick bra back strap’, making most of her back bare. Not at all advisable for this mela. Nothing can be done. Now if I point her about the problem she will be jumpy, nervous even may try to change her blouse. But above all isn’t I who wanted her to be dressed gorgeous, but bold. Flaunting and dazzling herself in the fair.
She turned slightly to see her reflection from side, and then she turned the other side looking at her reflection. She has worn a matching single strand pearl necklace and matching earrings making her look elegant, graceful, and exotic. The black transparency of the chiffon has complemented the fairness of her skin. Though she has covered her breasts with double folded pallu but being transparent it gave a clear view of her ample spilled out milky white spotless cleavage and round poking out shape of her big breasts under blouse. She looked beautiful. Erotic. Dressed to kill, dressed to make cocks hard, dressed alluringly to allude naughty and daring guys--to get herself groped.
She needs to get fucked, now. But I controlled myself. Today she is for others—for the naughty guys, for the bold guys, for the louche guys. Not for me. I am only the spectator, an admirer. At night I will reclaim her back, make her mine to my fullest content.
Looking through the mirror she asked, “How do I look?”
I made an ‘O’ with my index finger and thumb, “Awesome!”
She blushed.
“Your navel is not showing?”
She looked at me uneasily. She is not a kind of women who wears her saree below naval and whenever I have requested she says she feels as if the saree is going to slip down her waist if she wears it below navel.
I added, “It is ok if you don’t want to wear the saree below navel.”
She looked at me with a coquettish smile.
“Ok!! For today I will wear the saree below navel”
Again after 5 minutes she called me inside. She has tucked her saree showing her navel.
My eyes widened, jaw dropped cock instantly became hard. Her deep navel. Meandering naked curve of her waist. Ripples of her waist folds. Aura of glazing, unblemished milky white skin.
“WoooW!!”
Her face flushed to the deepest red.
“Let the waist remain bare.” I said as she was pulling her saree up to cover it.
She made a face at me.
I went near her, wrapped her from behind. My hands over her nude waist, her belly. She smelled fresh from the recent bath, smell of lavender filled my nostrils. She must have applied perfume. It’s hard to resist, it’s hard to control oneself especially if your sexy wife is in your arms.
“If you want to back out you can back out any moment.” I said with an assuring voice.
Her tensed body starts relaxing in my arms. She twisted back with a smile.
“It’s ok.”
I looked at the watch it’s already 6.30 PM. The fair must be in its full swing, overcrowded, swarming with boob hunters.
I kissed her neck and said, “Let’s go then, for our first adventure.”
She smiled, holding my arm to balance herself as she wore her heels and finished what I was saying, “--And the last adventure.”
She looked away from the mirror at me to get my opinion.
Anybody looking at her juicy, moist red lips will get attracted. He will feel to put his lips over her ripe lips. I had to close my eyes and take deep breath to control my desire of kissing her lustrous, succulent red lips.
Reading my intentions she shoved me out of the room.
“I need to change and ware saree.!” Sumi said with a buoyant smile. “You will disturb me if you are inside room.”
I know what she meant. Seeing her changing I will not be able to control myself. . . It’s better to be outside.
After some times Sumi poked her head out of the door, I could not see her body.
Is she nude? How I wanted to rush in! But alas I have to restrain myself.
“You want me to wear any special bra and panty?”
“Yes! The red polka dot one.”
“The anniversary gift?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
After some time again she poked her head out.
“The blouse is sleeveless. The straps over the shoulder are only one inch thick. You want me to wear that?”
I thought for few seconds, considering it. Her anniversary blouse was ok if we would have gone to a restaurant. We would have booked a car from home and then would have returned back in the same car. No connection with outside world. Only at some decent and posh restaurant, going and coming back. But going to this fair is something else.
“You don’t have anything covering your shoulder.” Then added making it a point. “But it should be short sleeved.”
“I have to see. The blouse has to be matching with the saree!”
Her head vanished behind the door. After 15-20 minutes her head again reappeared.
“I have one. Matching the saree but it is very deep and has become tight also.”
“If you don’t mind can I see? I will not touch you. I promise!”
She looked skeptically at me and ajar the door.
She was wearing a black petticoat, and a shiny black blouse. It was stitched six years ago to be worn with a black silk saree with golden embroideries all over it. It is not a sleeveless but a very short sleeved blouse with golden piping. As the blouse is six years old and Sumi’s boob size has changed after that, grown, making her a buxom woman which made the blouse become very tight fit and now it is acting like a highly modified pushup bra. Making her ample elegant lobes bulge out over the hem line of front very deep V cut of the blouse. Her half of the nude spilled out breasts made a deep cleavage; it was so deep that to me it looked that the hem line of blouse must be just running over the hem line of polka dot bra. She looked coveting and erotic.
“Perfect!”
Sumi pointed her index finger shyly at her milky white shiny bulging out cleavage, blushed. “Isn’t too much showing in the front?”
Enthralled by the glare of her bare manifested cleavage, I understood what she is trying to say. The tightness of her black blouse has dangerously spilled out the nakedness of her boobs and flaunting exuberantly her milky white profound cleavage, way beyond the permissible limit. Treacherously pronounced and alluring.
I didn’t want her to get afraid and scared and too much fussy about the blouse. She will try to search another blouse, again 15-20 minutes lost. besides she may not find a perfect blouse matching with the saree. If she found also the blouse may be something dowdy, covering her fully.
“Your front portion will be covered by the pallu.” I said with an assuring tone.
She tried to smile and again she closed the door.
After 15 minutes again I heard her voice.
“Come in Suraj!”
Sumi was standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed now. She has dbangd the black chiffon in exotic way; tightly wrapped around her curves making them prominent and bold. She has kept her hair loose, combed straight. A golden hair pin has kept her black cascading hair over her back in place. She turned her head; her curls swung a little making smooth whiteness of her back skin flash under her sparkling black hair. Her skin glowing from the recent bath—soft, smooth, soothing to the eyes.
I haven’t noticed before the blouse back strap is thin, very thin. It can be compared with ‘thick bra back strap’, making most of her back bare. Not at all advisable for this mela. Nothing can be done. Now if I point her about the problem she will be jumpy, nervous even may try to change her blouse. But above all isn’t I who wanted her to be dressed gorgeous, but bold. Flaunting and dazzling herself in the fair.
She turned slightly to see her reflection from side, and then she turned the other side looking at her reflection. She has worn a matching single strand pearl necklace and matching earrings making her look elegant, graceful, and exotic. The black transparency of the chiffon has complemented the fairness of her skin. Though she has covered her breasts with double folded pallu but being transparent it gave a clear view of her ample spilled out milky white spotless cleavage and round poking out shape of her big breasts under blouse. She looked beautiful. Erotic. Dressed to kill, dressed to make cocks hard, dressed alluringly to allude naughty and daring guys--to get herself groped.
She needs to get fucked, now. But I controlled myself. Today she is for others—for the naughty guys, for the bold guys, for the louche guys. Not for me. I am only the spectator, an admirer. At night I will reclaim her back, make her mine to my fullest content.
Looking through the mirror she asked, “How do I look?”
I made an ‘O’ with my index finger and thumb, “Awesome!”
She blushed.
“Your navel is not showing?”
She looked at me uneasily. She is not a kind of women who wears her saree below naval and whenever I have requested she says she feels as if the saree is going to slip down her waist if she wears it below navel.
I added, “It is ok if you don’t want to wear the saree below navel.”
She looked at me with a coquettish smile.
“Ok!! For today I will wear the saree below navel”
Again after 5 minutes she called me inside. She has tucked her saree showing her navel.
My eyes widened, jaw dropped cock instantly became hard. Her deep navel. Meandering naked curve of her waist. Ripples of her waist folds. Aura of glazing, unblemished milky white skin.
“WoooW!!”
Her face flushed to the deepest red.
“Let the waist remain bare.” I said as she was pulling her saree up to cover it.
She made a face at me.
I went near her, wrapped her from behind. My hands over her nude waist, her belly. She smelled fresh from the recent bath, smell of lavender filled my nostrils. She must have applied perfume. It’s hard to resist, it’s hard to control oneself especially if your sexy wife is in your arms.
“If you want to back out you can back out any moment.” I said with an assuring voice.
Her tensed body starts relaxing in my arms. She twisted back with a smile.
“It’s ok.”
I looked at the watch it’s already 6.30 PM. The fair must be in its full swing, overcrowded, swarming with boob hunters.
I kissed her neck and said, “Let’s go then, for our first adventure.”
She smiled, holding my arm to balance herself as she wore her heels and finished what I was saying, “--And the last adventure.”
To be continued.......
11-07-2020, 11:53 AM
(09-07-2020, 11:09 PM)Rahulkarnv Wrote: Your writing is mind blowing bro diffrent from others. Really looks natural.
Pls keep posting regularly
Thanks for your support and reading the story of the real incident.
I am trying to narrate the things which in real happen obviously some mixture of spices.
Yes i will try to post regularly.
Liked you and ripped u for being with us.
:) :)
11-07-2020, 12:03 PM
(10-07-2020, 12:47 AM)RajAryanM Wrote: You've really started well bro.
Nicely written & built story plots..
Pls do give regular updates to attract & engage with more Xossipians..
You've that potential, don't be dishearten
Keep writing, we all are there with you in this journey too
Waiting for next hot long update ??
Thanks for liking it.
I will obviously try to give a regular updates. but as work has started too so i hv less time in my disposable so updates may be spaced. But i have to finish what i started. Sumi, my wife always behind me asking how much i have written and helping me in recapitulating.
Liked u and ripped u for reading our real life story.
11-07-2020, 07:48 PM
(10-07-2020, 08:16 AM)Unclekol Wrote: Wow what an awesome update, this story is super bro... Please please have a long update next.. can't wait checking every night
Thanks for reading my real life story.
AS work has started, i have time constrain so may be every two three days there will be an update.
Liked you and ripped u for being with me.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Users browsing this thread: 2 Guest(s)