Collection of Small stories

[Zigspr]

Chapter One

It was eight o'clock on the dot and perhaps the thirtieth time I had checked my phone. The apartment was quiet. The television was on, but I had turned the sound off. It flashed images of some sitcom I had seen a hundred times before, but I couldn't tell you what was happening. I sat at the end of the couch with one leg bouncing and my phone resting face-up next to me.

I picked it up: 8:03.
No messages.

I put the phone down.
Thirty seconds later, I picked it up again.

Still nothing.

I laughed quietly at myself. This was ridiculous. I'd spent years imagining tonight. Years.

I'd been the one who brought it up first, back when we were still teenagers. At first, it had been nothing more than a fantasy: a confession whispered in the dark that I would like to see her in a threesome.

Then I'd brought it up again, and again. And over time the jokes became questions, and the idea of a threesome became the idea of just her with other men, without me. And then, the questions started coming from her instead. That was when I'd known I'd won... or thought I'd won.
Her perfume still lingered in the apartment.

I glanced toward the bedroom where I'd watched her get ready earlier. She'd stood in front of the mirror, changing her earrings twice before settling on the little silver ones I'd bought her for one of our anniversaries.

I'd asked whether she was nervous.
She'd smiled at me through the mirror and said, "Yeah. A little."

"That's normal." I'd said, repeating what I had read online. But how the hell should I know? We have both only ever been with each other.

"What if I hate it?" she asked me.

"Then you come home," I said.

"And if I don't hate it?"

"Then you stay," I told her.

I'd meant it. I really had. At least, I thought I had.

I looked at the clock; 8:11.

Shivani had been gone for almost two hours. The date had started at six-thirty. Dinner first, somewhere downtown. Then to a wine bar she'd picked because it was supposed to be quiet enough to talk.

I'd helped her choose it.


I'd helped her choose her photographs for her dating profile too, and I had helped her write a response to the guys she had matched with when she didn't know what to say.



I'd sat beside her in bed while she scrolled through options, teasing her about the particularly terrible ones.
Then she'd shown me him.

Deepak.

Twenty-nine, same as us. Dark hair. Nice smile. Some kind of marketing job. His profile said he liked hiking, live music, and cooking.


We stared at his photographs for a long time. He wasn't particularly intimidating. In fact, he seemed exceedingly normal. Like the kind of guy either of us would get along with if we met him.



She'd asked what I thought, and I'd said he looked good. Then I confessed that I hadn't stopped thinking about her with him while we were inspecting his profile. Back then I hadn't felt jealous.



My phone buzzed, and I nearly dropped it.


"Having a really good time!" She had added a few smiling emojis for emphasis.

I stared at the message... then I smiled. A really good time?


I typed a few different replies before settling on the simplest: "Good," followed by a love heart emoji.
I stared at her name on my phone, wondering what she was doing right now. Was Deepak making her laugh? I wondered if she was still nervous. I wondered if he had noticed the tiny habit she had of tucking her hair behind her ear when she was embarrassed. I'd noticed that when we were nineteen.

I'd known her little habits for almost half of our lives. The expressions she made, the things she hated, the music she listened to when she was sad, the way she took her coffee. I'd known her before either of us really knew ourselves. We'd grown up together, and tonight another man was sitting across from my wife, learning things about her for the first time. For some reason, that thought hurt more than I expected.


I stood up. Heading into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, then closed it again. I wasn't hungry. I opened it again and poured myself another drink instead.



When I came back to the couch, my phone was still there.
No new messages. The time read 8:27.

I thought about texting her again, but I didn't. I'd promised her I wouldn't be that husband. That she didn't need to check in constantly, and that I wanted her to forget I was waiting at home and just enjoy herself. It had sounded incredibly sexy when I'd said it. Now it just sounded stupid.


For years, I'd pictured this night. Imagining myself calm and confident. Excited by the anticipation. I pictured her coming home, with that secret little smile, and telling me she liked him while I smiled and told her how happy I was for her. I'd imagined everything except this: sitting alone in a quiet apartment at half past eight with no idea what was happening, wondering for the first time whether I'd spent years asking for something I wasn't actually at all prepared for.


My phone buzzed again, and this time it wasn't a message from Shivani. It was a notification from the dating app. I was logged in on her profile so that I could see what she and her matches talked about. Someone had just liked her profile. I opened the app and stared at her profile. My wife. Smiling, beautiful, and available. For a moment, that familiar rush returned, the same excitement I'd felt every time I'd imagined another man with her. Then I remembered her message: Having a really good time.

Nine o'clock came and went without another message. She'd told me that if the date was a bust, she'd probably wrap things up around nine and come home. I kept glancing at the clock, but it was obvious her date was going well.

She had been upfront with Deepak that this date was a kind of no-expectations vibe check. He knew she was married, and knew this was her first time with another guy other than me, and that she may not want to rush things. She and I had agreed, however, that if the date went well and she felt like it, she could go back to his place if she wanted.

Nine-oh-seven. Nine-twelve. I picked up my phone, put it down, then picked it up again. At 9:17, it finally buzzed again. My heart jumped as I grabbed it. 

"He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you."


I read it again, and again.

'I said yes."



The words hung there on the screen, impossibly simple.



And punctuated, almost casually:

Love you.

I stared at those two words for a long time, feeling something inside me sink. I'd wanted this, spent years asking for this. In fact, even now I still wanted it. So why did seeing her say yes feel like the worst thing that had ever happened to me?
I locked my phone and sat alone in the quiet apartment, waiting for my wife to come home.

[Hotgiri]

Awasome update, please make it long and add gif in sex session

[Zigspr]

Chapter Two

I had turned off the television entirely, leaving the room lit by the lamp beside the couch and the faint glow of the kitchen light I'd forgotten to switch off.

I checked my phone.

9:42. No messages.

My thumb hovered over her name before I opened our messages. Her last text was still there.

He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you.

I locked the phone, put it down, and then picked it up and unlocked it again. I didn't know what I was expecting, so I opened my photos instead.

The first picture I saw was one I'd taken of Shivani earlier that evening. She'd been standing in front of the bedroom mirror, smiling at me while I told her to hold still.

She was wearing the dress we'd eventually settled on: Black and fitted at the waist, falling midway down her thighs. It hugged her figure well. Her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the silver earrings I'd bought her years ago glinted in the light.

Her lips were painted in a soft red.

"You really are going all out," I had joked.

"Is it too much?" she asked, concerned.

"No. You're perfect." I had told her.

She really did look beautiful. Not dressed up like she might for a wedding or other function, but just looked deliberately beautiful.

Except it wasn't for me. She'd been getting ready for Deepak.

I zoomed in on the picture without thinking. Her smile, the lipstick. I remembered trying to kiss her before she had left, and she had joked and chided me not to ruin her makeup, and offered me her cheek to kiss instead.

For a second, I wondered whether Deepak had noticed the lipstick too. Did he appreciate it as well?
Then I wondered where those lips were now.

I put my phone down, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Only to turn and come back to my phone with nothing gained from my efforts.

At 10:03, I finally opened our messages and typed, How is it?

I stared at the words for a few seconds before sending them. Shivani replied just a couple of minutes later.

Good.

Just that. I smiled despite myself, then typed, Have you done it yet?

Not yet.

I read the words twice, and despite everything, I felt a small wave of relief mixed with extreme longing. Not yet. Whatever I'd spent the last hour imagining, it hadn't happened. At least not yet, but that meant it was going to. And soon.

I put my phone down and tried to settle myself, reminding myself that I'd asked for this. I'd spent years talking about it, encouraged her to explore it, and told her repeatedly that she didn't need to worry about how I might feel. But the reassurance didn't last. I kept wondering what she was doing, whether Deepak was making her laugh, whether she was still nervous. Whether this would all be worth it.

By 11:30, I'd checked the time so many times that I was starting to lose track. I finally texted again.

How are you? Everything okay?

Her reply came almost immediately, but this time something about it made my stomach tighten.

Im good!! sry just busyeverythingsok tho dont worry x

There were typos everywhere... missing apostrophes, words running together, barely any punctuation. Shivqni normally corrected everything without thinking, but this looked as though she'd typed it in a hurry, without even bothering to look at the screen before sending it. I stared at the message for a long moment. She said she was okay. She said not to worry.

I put the phone down and leaned back against the couch, breathing deeply to steady my nerves.

The apartment was completely silent now. At 11:47, I found myself looking at the photograph I'd taken of Shivani again. At that bright little smile she'd given me as I'd stood there taking the picture. I'd known that woman since we were sixteen. She was my wife. And somewhere across the city, she was having an experience neither of us could take back.

Midnight came and went, and I couldn't stand the uncertainty anymore. I opened our messages and typed, Please let me know when you'll be home. I sent it and watched the screen, waiting for the typing indicator that never came. Thirty seconds passed, then a minute, then two. I was just about to put the phone down when it started ringing.

Shivani

My heart jumped. I answered immediately.

"Hey."

There was a brief pause before her voice came through. "Hi, baby."

She sounded tired, but I could tell she was smiling.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'm on my way home."

I closed my eyes and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Okay."

"I'll be there soon."

"Okay."

For a moment neither of us said anything. Then she spoke softly.

"I love you."

I swallowed. "I love you too."

The call ended, leaving me alone with the dark screen of my phone. She was coming home. Somehow, that was exactly what I'd wanted all night, yet exactly what I'd been afraid of.

[Zigspr]

Chapter Three

I heard the key turn in the lock just before one a.m.

I'd spent the last half hour pretending I wasn't waiting for it. I had tried sitting on the couch, then standing in the kitchen, then sitting again. I'd even turned the television back on, though I couldn't have told you what was playing. Every few minutes I'd find myself thumbing my phone open again, wondering how long it would take her to get home.

The door opened, and Shivani stepped inside, quietly closing it behind her. For a second, neither of us said anything.

She looked almost exactly as she had when she'd left, except for the little details. Her hair was a little messier; loose strands hung around her face, no longer sitting as neatly as they had when she'd stood in front of the bedroom mirror earlier, and her lips had returned to their normal shade.

She caught me staring.

"Hey."

I stood up. "Hey."

She smiled the same smile I knew she'd given when she was on the phone, and something inside my chest loosened at the sight of it. She looked happy. Tired, but happy.

"How was the taxi?" I asked

"Fine," she responded.

She slipped off her heels and left them beside the door.

"Sorry I was gone so long."

"It's okay."

She looked at me for another moment.

"You weren't worried, were you?" she asked.

I almost laughed. I had spent nearly six hours practically vibrating with anxiety, but I couldn't exactly admit that after everything I'd said to her.

"No. Not really." I responded

She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me.

"Really?" she asked

"I mean... I knew you were safe." That was true, at least.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me.

I hugged her back automatically, burying my face in her hair. I had half expected her to smell abhorrent. Like sex and sin... Like another man. Yet, she didn't. Not really.

She smelled like her perfume, the same familiar scent she'd worn when she left, only softer after hours of wear. Beneath it was simply Lily. The warm, familiar smell of her hair and skin, slightly dulled by the long night. There was nothing abhorrent about it. Nothing that screamed that she'd been somewhere else with someone else.

Just her.

And yet, beneath the perfume, I caught something unfamiliar. Something I couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the restaurant, or the wine bar, or the smell of someone else's cologne lingering faintly in the fabric of her dress. Maybe I was imagining it entirely.

I held her a little tighter anyway, as though I could somehow reassure myself that she was still mine by the simple act of holding her.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

I'd spent years dreaming about her coming home smelling like another man.

"So," she said with an awkward smile. "You want to know about it?"

I'd spent hours imagining this moment and had thought I'd have a thousand questions ready. Instead, my mind went completely blank. I nodded and followed her into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water and drained almost all of it in one go. I watched her from across the counter, trying to read her expression.

"So?" I finally asked.

"It was good."

"Good?"

"Really good, actually."

Something tightened in my stomach. I reached for my own glass. "What did you guys do?"

"Dinner. Then we went for drinks."

"And?"

She laughed softly. "And talked."

"About what?"

"Everything, pretty much." She leaned against the counter and smiled. "He's really easy to talk to. He made me laugh a lot."

"That's good," I said, forcing another smile.

She studied me for a moment. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah."

And I did. That was the horrible part. I wanted her to enjoy herself. I wanted her to meet someone she liked. I'd endlessly imagined exactly this conversation, imagining her coming home and telling me she'd had a wonderful time. I hadn't understood how different it would feel when she was standing in front of me, smiling as she told me about another man she'd spent the evening getting to know. It was no longer just a fantasy.

"Did you kiss him?" The question slipped out before I could stop myself.

Shivani hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "Yeah."

Something in my stomach dropped.

"At the bar?"

"Just a little. It was when he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I said yes, and... we kissed."

I stared at her.

I'd imagined it so many times that, in my head, it had become almost abstract. Just a fantasy I could enjoy because I could always control what happened next. But hearing Shivani casually tell me that she'd actually kissed Deepak made it horribly real.

"Did you like it?"

The question came out quieter than I'd intended.

She looked at me for a moment before answering.

"Yeah."

There was no hesitation this time.

I nodded slowly, looking down at the counter. I could still remember the message she'd sent me hours earlier: He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you. At the time, I'd been consumed by what those words might mean. Now I knew.

"Okay," I said.

Shivani reached across the counter and took my hand. "Are you okay?"

I looked down at our fingers intertwined. Forever, I'd wanted her to discover that she could desire someone else. I'd wanted her to come home and tell me she'd enjoyed herself. But sitting there with her hand in mine, I realized something I hadn't considered before: the fantasy had always been about us. This was about her. And I wasn't sure where that left me.

"I'm okay."

She squeezed my hand. "I really do love you."

"I know."

She leaned across the counter and kissed me.

It was familiar. Safe. Ours.The same kind of kiss we'd shared thousands of times since we were teenagers.

But as I kissed my wife, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that only a few hours earlier, she'd kissed another man.

[Zigspr]

Chapter four:

Where I had thought she looked no different when she first arrived home, under the bright kitchen light, there were other tells. Her slightly swollen lips, a faint flush still high on her cheeks. The way her dress looked like it had been put back on in a hurry.

She took another sip of water, then set the glass down carefully.

"Come to the bedroom," I said.

Shivani searched my face for a second, then nodded. I took her hand and led her out of the kitchen to our room. To the bed we had shared for years. She followed me without speaking.


Inside, I closed the door. She stood near the foot of the bed with her arms loosely crossed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at her.

"Tell me everything," I said, "From the beginning. No skipping."

She swallowed, then sat next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. For a moment she just stared at her hands in her lap.

"After the kiss at the bar, we left pretty quick. He drove. I sat in the passenger seat and kept thinking about the text I just sent you. Half expecting you to call the whole thing. But I didn't want you to... Even though I almost told him to turn around and take me home twice." She gave a small, crooked smile. "But I didn't."

Her voice stayed soft. "His place was nice. Very clean. Modern. Big windows. We didn't even turn most of the lights on. Just the ones in the living room. He poured some wine. We sat on the lounge. Close together. He kissed me again, and it was longer this time. Long and deep. His hand was on my thigh, under the hem of my dress. I let him. When his fingers brushed higher, I opened my legs a little."

Shivani’s cheeks had gone pink.

"That's when I texted you that I was okay. And that we hadn't had sex yet. He laughed when he saw me type. Asked if I was telling my husband. I said yes, and he didn't seem bothered. Just kept stroking me through my underwear until they were soaked."





"That's when I texted you that I was okay. And that we hadn't had sex yet. He laughed when he saw me type. Asked if I was telling my husband. I said yes, and he didn't seem bothered. Just kept stroking me through my underwear until they were soaked."

She shifted on the bed, pressing her thighs together for a second.

"Then he asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I said yes. He stood up and held out his hand. I remember thinking how strange it felt. Being led down a hallway I'd never seen before, with a man who wasn't you, and knowing exactly what was about to happen. My heart was racing. Part of me still couldn't believe I was actually doing it."




"He reassured me first. Kept asking if I was okay, and I told him I was." Shivani paused, looking down at her hands before continuing. "I was nervous. More nervous than I expected. But I told him I was ready."

She took a breath. "He kissed me again, slowly, until I started to relax. Then he helped me out of my dress. I remember feeling strangely aware of every part of my body. He kissed my neck while he unhooked my bra. I felt incredibly exposed. It was the first time anyone had seen me like that since you."






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I swallowed.

"He didn't rush me," she continued. "He just looked at me for a moment like he was trying to memorize me, and I could see how badly he wanted me."

She smiled faintly.

"Then he kissed me again, and I stopped thinking so much. He kept his hands on me as he guided me backward, slowly, until the backs of my legs touched the bed. I lost my balance and fell back onto it, and he laughed softly before leaning over me, and that's when he slipped my panties off."

Her voice dropped lower. "He was already so hard when he took his clothes off. He was so big, baby, so long and thick. I must have pulled a funny face when I saw it because he noticed. He told me not to worry and that he would start gently."




I unzipped the side of her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. Shivani lifted her hips so I could pull it down over them and off. She removed her bra, and I slipped her panties off. She lay back on our bed, naked, thighs slightly parted. The soft light from the hallway caught the faint sheen still between them.

I settled between her legs, on my knees.

Now, she smelled like sex. Another man's cologne mixed with her perfume and the unmistakable scent of thick, salty cum that hadn't been washed away. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, causing her to shudder. There were faint red marks where Deepak’s fingers had gripped her, and higher, the skin was still sticky in places.

Shivani watched me with shallow breath.

"He slipped between my legs, and just... looked for a second. Then he started fingering me. One finger at first, then a second. Slowly, but he was going deeper and deeper. He found that spot and kept rubbing it while he watched my face. I came the first time like that. Just from his hand. It surprised me how fast it happened. I was already so worked up from the kissing and the anticipation."

Her voice tightened as I brushed my thumb over her outer lips. She was still swollen, still open.



"Then, he ate me out. He licked me slow, then faster. Sucking and fingering me. I came again with his face buried between my legs. My thighs were shaking. I remember gripping his hair while it happened."

I lowered my head and dragged my tongue along the length of her used pussy.

She gasped.





The taste hit me immediately. Her usual sweetness undercut by a thick, bitter residue. I licked deeper, spreading her open with my thumbs, tasting every bit of her. Shivani’s hips twitched. Her hands found my hair the same way they must have found his.

"Fuck," she whispered. "That's...that's what it felt like. Only he was rougher. He kept going, even after I came a second time."

I pushed two fingers inside of her, exploring my wife's used cunt. She was still loose, still slick, still full of him. I curled them against her G-spot, the same way that he must have, and sucked her clit the way she described. Shivani’s back arched. A broken little moan slipped out of her.

When the tremors eased, I lifted my head. Her chest was rising and falling fast. A thin string of spit and come connected my lower lip to her cunt for a second before it broke. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then crawled up her body until I was braced over her. My cock was aching, hard against her sticky thigh.

[Zigspr]

Shivani’s hands came up to my chest, stopping me before I could push in.

Her voice was still rough from the orgasm. "After he made me come a couple of times, he stood up by the side of the bed."

I stayed braced above her, waiting.



"He held it out toward me and just... looked at me. I knew what he wanted. I'd never done that with anyone but you. My heart was pounding. Part of me still couldn't believe I was about to put another man's cock in my mouth."

Her eyes stayed on mine.

"I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and took it in my hand. It felt so different to you... hotter, heavier, the skin was smoother. I stroked it a couple of times, just getting used to the size, then leaned in and licked the head. He made this low groan. I opened wider and took him in. Slow at first. Just the head, then more. My jaw stretched."

Shivani’s breath hitched at the memory.

"I started sucking. Bobbing my head. Using my hand on what I couldn't fit. He put his fingers in my hair. He didn't push me down or anything, just held me and watched me. I looked up at him while I did it. That felt the most wrong. Having cock sliding over my tongue, stretching my jaw, while he stared down at me like that."

She paused, cheeks flushing deeper.

"After a minute, he tightened his grip in my hair and started moving his hips. Not hard, but, steady thrusts, fucking my mouth a little. Taking control. I stayed still and let him. My eyes watered. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. He kept going until I was making these choking sounds around him, until my lips felt swollen. Then he pulled out, tipped my chin up with his thumb, and told me to lie back."




Her voice dropped.

I stared down at my wife, still flushed, still sticky, still full of another man's cum, and the image of her on the edge of a stranger's bed with his cock stretching her lips and sliding into her throat burned behind my eyes.

I reached down, lined myself up, and pushed into the wet heat of my wife's used cunt. My cock entered her in one long, slow thrust.

She moaned, low, as I entered her easily. "He climbed over me, settled between my legs, and pushed into me. Just the head at first. He was gentle, like he said. But god baby, it stretched me so good. I made this stupid little noise when he entered me. He was slow. Let me adjust. Then he started moving. Deep and steady. I came pretty fast again. Just from the fullness and the fact that it was happening at all. He kept going, didn't stop. I'm not sure if he even noticed. He put one hand under my hip and tilted me up so he could get deeper. The other was in my hair."





I was fucking her steadily now, and she had to pause her recounting as she shuddered around my cock, coming again at the memory.

"After a while, I'd came a few times, then he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and fucked me from behind. Harder this time. I held onto the sheets. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I came again like that, face down and moaning. I was completely gone. He came not long after, gripping my hips so hard. He came so deep. God, he filled me, baby."

I was fucking her desperately now, readying myself to fill her with my own seed.





Shivani was moaning now; it was getting harder for her to talk. "But that's not all, baby, we cuddled for a bit until he got hard again and asked if I wanted more. I said yes. That time, I was on top. Riding him. Watching his face while I moved. He kept his hands on my waist and just let me take what I needed. I came again, grinding down on him, and he finished inside of me again."

She looked at me with dark, glassy eyes as this new piece of information pushed me over the edge, and my cock spasmed and unloaded deep inside of her used pussy.

I rolled off of her, breathing heavily.

Shivani’s voice had gone to a whisper, "That's what happened. Then we talked for a bit, I got dressed, and he called me a taxi."

We lay side by side in the dark. The only sound was our slowing breaths and the faint tick of the ceiling fan. My cum mixed with his inside of her, warm and thick, already starting to leak out onto the sheets between her thighs. The room smelled like sex; hers, mine, and the ghost of someone else that clung to her skin.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I spoke.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.

Shivani was quiet for a moment. Then she shifted closer, resting her cheek against my shoulder.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "Part of me wants to. It felt... different. Exciting. But the whole time I kept thinking about you. About coming home and telling you." Her fingers traced light circles on my chest. "I love you. That hasn't changed. I just... I liked being wanted by someone new. I liked how it made me feel."

I turned my head and pressed a kiss into her hair. She still smelled like her perfume, like the long night, like him underneath it all. I didn't mind anymore. Or maybe I did, and the minding was part of what made my pulse still race.

I know," I said. "I wanted this too. I just didn't know it would feel this... I don't know." I struggled to articulate my thoughts.

She lifted her face and kissed me slowly and softly.

"I'm glad it's you I get to come home to," she whispered.

I pulled her tighter against me, one hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her ass, where I knew the faint marks his fingers had left. Outside the window, the sky was dark. Somewhere in the city, Deepak was probably asleep in the bed she'd left only a few hours ago. Here, in ours, my wife was warm and sticky and mine again.

I closed my eyes.

We didn't talk anymore about whether she would see him again. Not yet. The night had been enough. The truth of it sat between us like a third body in the bed, heavy and undeniable, and somehow we both slept anyway. Tangled together in ruined sheets, the first pale light of morning creeping across the floor.



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[Blackdick11]

Good one! I read a similar story on Xossip. can’t remember the name, where the husband would set up a date for his wife with another guy every birthday.

[Zigspr]

Good one! I read a similar story on Xossip. can’t remember the name, where the husband would set up a date for his wife with another guy every birthday.

Thanks that you enjoyed the story.

[ananth1986]

Ended soon ,But hot theme.
Thank you

[exbiixossip2]

mast thi next part

[Zigspr]

Ended soon ,But hot theme.
Thank you

mast thi next part

Thanks for reply.

[Lucifer8797]

Very nice story… would have loved if it would have been little longer…

[Zigspr]

Story 2 Making Indian wife mine



I'd been with the company for seven years, starting in their billing department and rising through the ranks to my current role as the Director of Commerce. Not bad for a high-college drop out from the wrong side of the tracks, right? In the early days I had to keep checking myself, feeling like I'd lucked out and landed a job that I wasn't qualified for. Each day felt like a tightrope walk, was I here because they needed more 'diversity hires' or was I here because my boss had seen something in me and was willing to take a chance.

It turned out I was actually pretty good at my job and working in an office meant that there were always females around to admire. I've got a great-uncle that warned me about 'pissing where I eat' and it made sense. Why would I possibly fuck up a job that was probably the best I'd ever have for some pussy? Pussy was everywhere, I didn't need to hunt for it at work.

By the time I had become a Director, the company had grown considerably, there were multiple projects happening all focused on more growth. It was like the company had become this ravenous beast, I worried that it would eventually implode. With all of these projects happening, we brought in a number of contract workers. Among those were a small group of software developers that were tasked with some kind of application upgrade. Among that group was an Indian woman named Anushka, she was a pretty twenty-something that seemed quite introverted. She was here on some kind of work visa, apparently her and her husband had both come to the States for work.

My work had nothing to do with the work the developers were involved with and so I paid it no attention beyond noticing the additional people in the office. We have these get-togethers on the last Friday of each month. It's totally voluntary and happens after work, still we average about 15 people for these gatherings. They happen at a few differing locations but always places that are quiet enough to talk and enjoy good food and drink. This month the get-together was at a place called Livingstone's, I loved the place, it was decorated how I suppose fancy restaurants were decorated back in the 1930's or 1940's. As my co-workers began arriving were were in our typical 'TGIF' mood, and happy that the weekend was upon us. I was surprised when Anushka showed up, and it looked like she had brought her husband along as well.

We had a big table and then a smaller table set off to the side to accommodate the 12 of us that were already gathered. At some point, Anushka had began introducing her husband to her co-workers and eventually she brought him around to where I was chatting with one of the men that worked in my old department.

'Cal, this is my husband, Prakash." She said, while looking from me to her husband.

I've heard both arguments about first impressions, but Prakash immediately struck me as an asshole of epic proportions.

He smirked at me and extended his hand, and I was happy to give him a vise-like grip that wiped that smug look off of his face. They moved on and as Anushka introduced her dickhead husband to the rest of the workers, I noticed he seemed happy, smiling, and engaging.

It seemed easy to assume he wasn't much of a fan of Black folks. So I decided that I'd confirm my suspicion. After it seemed like everyone who was going to show up was already there, we decided to settle in and order dinner. I waited until I saw Anushka sit down, and then I slipped into the seat directly across from her. Once again, her husband gave me a look. I felt reasonably confident by this point that he was just a racist who must have forgotten that most of his family bathed in the same river the people in it were pissing and shitting in. As the meal progressed, it became even more obvious, I had been discussing the recently improved weather, and involved Anushka and her husband, going so far as to ask him questions about the weather back in India. His answers, when they were more than single words, were curt. Several other co-workers noticed his behavior as well. By the time the night was over, I'd managed to expose Prakash.

The following Monday, work was uneventful until someone came by my office and asked if Friday night had been as awkward as he thought it had been.

"Anushka's husband?" I asked.

He nodded, and then said that he'd heard there was still a lot of prejudice over there, at least that was what he heard. I've got no idea if that's true or not, but it did feel like Prakash had a problem with me.

We finished up chatting and he went back to his desk, just before lunch another worker stopped by and a similar conversation transpired.

During lunch, I wondered about Anushka. Did she feel the same way as her husband? It didn't seem likely, but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Three weeks later, our CTO had invited me to a meeting where he outlined how our current growth initiatives impacted our existing commerce offerings. It turned out that much of our existing software applications would be getting additional capabilities and that the work would begin the following week.

The developers were gathered in one of our conference rooms when I walked in and everything was discussed. At the end of the meeting, Anushka followed me back to my office, and asked if she could have a quick word.

I welcomed her into my office and closed the door.

"I want to apologize for my husband's behavior, I've never been so embarrassed. I've had people at work approach me and ask me what was going on. Is there anything you can do about this?" She asked, hopefully.

"I'll be blunt Anushka, he didn't leave a good impression on me." I answered directly.

"His parents, they raised him with some prejudices. It won't fix anything, but I can tell you it's much worse in my country."

"You're right, it doesn't fix anything. A word of advice though, your husband is going to upset someone that's not as tolerant as I am. You may want to get in front of that."

We finished chatting and she was off. As I sat there, I wondered how difficult it would be to seduce her.

She wasn't actually an employee, she was a contractor that would finish whatever work they had for her here, and then she would be off to the next company and repeat the process. So I reasoned that this wasn't exactly the same as fucking the receptionist.

I'd never been with an Indian woman, and while that had never been a bucket list item of mine, I did enjoy imagining the thought of me thrusting into Anuska, filling her with cum, and sending her home to her asshole racist husband.

I made a mental list of reasons why I should do it, and then a list of reasons why I shouldn't. The 'shouldn't' list was longer, by a lot.

I decided to do it anyway.

~

The following day, I invited Anushka to lunch. I figured that if she said no, then there wouldn't be any simple way of fucking her, but if she said yes, that at least offered the possibility.

"I want to apologize Anushka, what I said yesterday was out of line. It's not my place to give you advice about your husband. I'm sure there's plenty that I don't understand about him, and I can either operate on a level that imagines the worst about people or I can be a better person and just give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

She smiled weakly and then explained that it's very different in India, there are complex beliefs that wouldn't make anysense to people that don't live there. I wondered why that should affect me as I don't live there.

I changed the subject, and went into 'outside of work' mode, being entertaining, cracking a few jokes, and just as we were finishing our meal, I realized that Anushka was really quite a sweet and intelligent woman. I tapped my hand lightly on hers as it lay on the table, and said "Well, once again I apologize and I'll be sure not to make the same mistake again."

She didn't recoil at my touch, and that was a good sign.

The software development work continued and as it pertained to my side of the house, I was involved in regular meetings that demonstrated new features, asked for feedback and gave overall progress reports as they were laid out in what they called 'sprints'. In each of these meetings, I made a point to interact with Anushka several times and managed to do it in a way that didn't raise any eyebrows.

Our next 'Last Friday' gathering was being planned. This month we'd all be meeting at a seafood restaurant that included a section of outdoor seating that offered incredible views of the bay. I was surprised to see Anushka show up, and more surprised that her husband was not with her. I made my usual rounds of chatting with all that had gathered, including Anushka, who seemed to be smiling a good bit. That was another good sign. I decided to test a theory, and I made my way to one of the three tables we had reserved and sat down. There were two other workers engaged in conversion at the end of the table and no one else. About a minute later, Anushka sat down across from me.

Another excellent signal.

I entertained her, asked about her life, listened intently for as long as she wanted to talk, and then asked about the things she had described. What life was like back in India, apparently, it's not uncommon for people to have live-in maids, and drivers. That must be nice. We had a delicious meal as the sun set, and as we finished our meal, and chatted for a short time there were just four people remaining, with myself and Anushka being two of them. As we left the restaurant I walked Anushka to her car, she pulled her keys from her purse, and I took them from her, unlocking her car door and then opening it for her. The smile on her face was beaming and it took plenty of control to not lean down and kiss her. I'm not sure she would have expected it or how she would have responded, but I knew that eventually I'd have all of her.

~

Work continued and the developers were making good progress. The meetings continued and Anushka had begun sitting next to me in the conference room. As new functionality was demonstrated via the ceiling-mounted projector, the lights would be turned off, and during one of these times, I opened my leg enough to touch Anushka's. I felt her almost jump at the contact, but then happily she put her leg back where it had been, resting comfortably against mine. I knew I'd have her. Of any previous signal, this one had been the strongest. My hand slipped down to her thigh, and rested on it, once again causing a jump from her, and then she seemed to relax.

My dick had never been harder, or more desperate to to feel her from the inside.

When the lights came back on, I left my leg against hers, but brought my hand back to the table. When the meeting ended and people were lazily milling about and chatting idly, I looked at Anushka, and she met my gaze confidently.

After that, these meetings blurred together, but always with Anushka sitting next to me, with our legs resting against the other, sometimes with my hand on her thigh as the demos were projected, and sometimes, her hand made it's way to my thigh. The third time it happened, I snuck my hand under the table, and guided her hand to my crotch, where nearly eight inches of thick love waited for her touch. She seemed conflicted, or scared, maybe something else but her hand simply rested there, as my dick pulsed hungrily trapped under my boxers and slacks.

I had been moving slowly, but it was clear that we had moved past harmless flirting. But as tricky a path as we were walking, I knew that this kind of behavior in the office was all bad.

Our next 'Last Friday' was approaching and as was always the case, people made suggestions on where to meet. This time we'd all be gathering at a local favorite Italian place. I know I'm missing out, but for me, Italian food is spaghetti and every single time thats what I woruld order.

I decided to see if I could push things further.

The day before the gathering, I managed to catch Anushka in the break room alone. I stood next to her at the coffee machine and quietly told her that I wouldn't be going to Last Friday. That instead I'd be reserving a room at the downtown Hyatt and invited her to join me there. She looked at me with what I imagined was fear, or worry.

"So we can discuss... work?" She asked, almost a whisper.

I shook my head.

"I'm married... You know that." She was actually whispering now.

"I know, and you'll still be married after. Stop by my office tomorrow afternoon, I'll have the room number where you'll be able to find me." I said, and topped off my cup, before turning and leaving her there.

~

The next day, after confirming my room number, I emailed Anushka the shortest email I'd ever sent.

'#1103'

I imagined I had about a 75% chance that she'd show up. We typically left for Last Friday directly from work, so I figured that by 6:00pm she'd either be in my room, or looking at a menu.

She knocked on the door just before that time, and when I opened it, she looked scared to death.

"Come in, let's talk." I offered.

She walked in, and turned before getting anywhere near the bed.

"Relax Anushka, I won't bite." I said as my arm wrapped around her waist and I walked her deeper into the room. We sat at what was a bit larger than a loveseat, and I spoke first.

"I've been curious about you from the first day I saw you. There's something about you, maybe it's that you're from so far away and were brought up in a completely different culture, but whatever it is, I've wanted to taste you for months now." I finished, and moved in close, when she didn't back away, my lips pressed against hers and I could feel her body shudder. I suppose mine did too a bit. The kiss slowly progressed, eventually becoming intimate, with tongues rubbing together.

"This is so wrong." She said breathlessly.

"I won't argue that Anushka, but I can tell you this. I know I can give you pleasure, and I'd like to do that. I know I can make your body love what I'll do to it, and I think about you all of the time. I've wanted to be alone with you for weeks now. I don't want to hurt your marriage, what happens between us, is just between us. You have my word as a man, I'll be very discrete, and I hope you will be as well."

"Can we kiss again?" She asked, her voice seemed shaky and it's terrible to say, but that only fed my lust for her.

Our kisses led to touching, and that led to our clothes tossed off to the side.

Her pussy was covered in hair, I'd wondered about that. My preference is a nicely shaved mound, I like that a woman is perfectly content to leave her pussy fully exposed, and not partially hidden. It's a turn on of mine.

But on Anushka, her hairy pussy just semeed to work. I laid her on the bed, and began just above her knees, kissing as I moved upward, toward the pussy that I fully intended to spoil with my dick. The first lick along her thick pussy lips caused her to jump in the same way she had when I rested my leg against hers at work, and a bit later when she cried out as she came, I knew that she wasn't going anywhere, I knew I had her and I don't mean that in a negative way, I wanted her to experience all that I wanted to give her. I wanted her to be left with a memory of our night together that would always bring a smile to her face.

Her nipples were smallish, and very dark, but they had hardedned up like slightly oversized pencil erasers. I sucked each into my mouth as my fingers played lazy games along her clit and the cute, sexy noises that she'd sometimes make fueled me on. At some point, she pushed my head away, and asked "Can we have intercourse now?"

"We can Beautiful, but we don't say 'intercourse' here. I can either make love to you, or I can fuck you."

"Can I have both?" She asked with a little laugh.

"You can have anything your want when you're with me Anushka."

I wanted her mouth on my dick, but was clueless if that was off-limits or whatever, so I took her hand and guided it to my dick, and helped her begin stroking it.

She watched as she continued stroking after I took my hand off of hers and when I was at full attention, she looked at me and swallowed. Once again, it was almost like fuel for me. Her look and the nervous swallow had me thinking that she wasn't used to a dick this size. I sincerely hoped she wasn't used to a dick this size, but I'd be happy to get her used to it.

I turned, and found my slacks, pulling a sealed condom from a pocket and rolling it onto my dick, then I spit on it, and climbed onto the bed, moving between Anushka's thighs, and rubbing it along her slit and clit, she began slowly grinding against my dick, all the while with her eyes transfixed on what was about to happen to her body.

"Ask for it." I said.

Her eyes lifted from her pussy to my eyes and she whicpered "Make love to me."

[Zigspr]

I rested me dick right at the entrance to her pussy and began pushing forward, the heat generated by her body wasnt a small thing, it felt like she had a boiler running inside and her pussy had sprung a leak. I imagined a tiny, tight little pussy that her husband's imagined small penis hadn't ever given her the kind of sex she deserved. But the fact is, I was balls deep in Aushka pretty quickly and the noises she made as I sank deeper and deeper into her are forever etched in my memory.

As requested, I made love to her, sometimes kissing her, as I gently fondled her tits, sometimes sucking her tits, and always moving my dick in, and out of her hot, hairy pussy. Once, as we were kissing and I was playing with her nipples, she meade a kind of mewling sound in my mouth, and then her legs wrapped around me, and she began shaking everywhere. That had been her second orgasm, I wanted her to have many more. I stayed buried in her, waiting for her legs to relax, signalling that it was okay to resume, but she kept me pulled deeply inside of her, her mouth had become more aggressive, and she was kissing me back more actively than I had been kissing her.

Time to switch from making love, to fucking.

"You like this dick?" I asked into her mouth.

"Yesss." She answered.

"Tell me Anushka, it excites me to hear that."

"Mr Williams, I loooove your big dick."

'Mr Williams' huh? Well, I could work with that.

I scooped up her legs, putting the back of her calves up onto my shoulders and I leaned forward, pulling her ass up from the mattress and giving me full access to fuck her more deeply. I began by withdrawing till only the head of my dick remained in her married pussy and then I violently thrust forward, again, causing cute, sexy noises to come from her, I continued long-dicking her for a time, until I pulled out, which made a nice sucking noise. I laid on my back and and told her to climb on top of me. She held my dick and slipped it back into her pussy, further arousing me.

"I like that Anushka, when you pull me inside of you, I know that you want this." I told her.





She just smiled at me as I gripped her ass-cheeks, spread them apart and began thrusting up into her body with increasing speed and force. I watched her face as her eyes shut, and her mouth opened. She began panting, and making soft crying sounds as I fucked her like a machine that had broken and only new full speed. I don't even think she noticed the drool that was running out of her mouth and landing on my chest below her.

I could get real used to doing this with her.

Anushka came again like that, positioned on top of me as I thrust into her, in my imagination, I felt confident that her racist husband never gave her three orgasms in a night. But I wasn't done with giving her orgasms.

"God, you're beautiful woman, I could do this every night with you. There's something about how you feel, you're spoiling me."

The words had an immediate effect. Anushka opened her eyes, licked the drool from the corner of her mouth and she smiled, nodding and added "I'd like to do this with you every night Mr Williams."

[Zigspr]

To be clear, nobody in the office called me Mr. Williams, but there was something sexy about her calling me that.

"I can feel every bit of your pussy, it's perfect for me." I wasn't lying.

She leaned forward, lifting her ass and my dick slipped out of her, making much less noise now, her hand was back on my dick, and then I felt the condom pulling off.

"Now... you'll feel every bit of me." She said, and held my dick, pulling it back to her pussy where she happily settled down on it.

"Don't shoot inside of me." She said as she put her hands on my chest, and began fucking me.

"I've dreamt of doing this with you, all of those dreams don't compare to how you actually feel. I'm not sure I can wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again." I said, then pulled her down and we kissed again.

My hand wrapped around her waist and we began fucking each other. Like this, it was difficult not to just empty my nuts into her furnace. But all I had to do was think of her asshole husband, and it was like the stars granted me limitless stamina.

We switched back to missionary, and she began softly asking "Fuck me... fuck me.."

There were plenty of things racing through my head, I wondered if she normally spoke while having sex, I wondered if she was holding back with me, or if this was as wild as she ever got, none of it really mattered because what she was giving was plenty for me.

"Fuck me till you know you're about to shoot, then shoot on me." She asked.

I was happy to comply.

A bit later, I felt the familiar tingling from that mysterious place behind my balls, and I let her know that I was going to cum.

"Shoot it on me." she repeated.

I pulled out, sadly, and jerking a few times, sending multiple jets of cum into her pubic hair and some setting into her belly-button.

We stayed like that for a while, looking at each other.

~

"Promise me you won't feel anything but good about what we just did Anushka, I'd hate for you to regret this, and I meant what I said, it's going to be impossible to wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again."

I suppose I was making some assumptions, but I needed to let her know that I wanted ot continue seeing her.

"You want us to keep doing this? Even after, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure, only a dead man wouldn't want to keep doing this with you."

Her fingers went to her hairy pussy, and rubbed my cum around, I quietly hoped she's scoop it up, and feed it to herself, but that wasn't happening tonight.

"Praskash has a deployment next week, Tuesday. He comes home from work, and then is back in the office at 9, most times he's not back till after 1 in nthe morning."

"Come to my house Tuesday night then."

"Can I?"

"I'd be upset if you didnt."

"Am I a bad woman? Truly?"

"You're a beautiful, sexy woman."

"You're embarassing me."

"I want you to feel like you can let yourself go, let yourself go completely when you're wife with me Anushka. I want all of you, not just the safe parts."

"We just had sex Mr Williams, I think that counts for letting myself go."

"I felt like you were holding back."

"We're taught to behave a certain way."

"Forget all of that, I want all of you."

Anushka nodded, but said nothing.

"Let me wash you in the shower." I said, checking the time. It would have been great to spend the night with her, but her asshole husband was probably expecting her home before much longer.

She became more playful, and laughed more. I lathered her body, and gently cleaned her, her hard nipples pressed into my chest as we kissed as the hot water covered us and when my dick was hard, I lifted one of her legs, and she guided it back into her pussy. It was as perfect as it could have ever been. We stared into each other's eyes as we made love.

"You feel soo good in me." She said and her hand cupped my face. There was water everywhere, but I swore she was crying.

I started all of this, just to take an asshole's pussy, but that plan was gone and I had to deal with that.

No, this wasn't the best sex I'd ever had, I've been fortunate and have experienced some truly gifted, incredibly uninhibited women, but this was the frst time, of what I really hoped would be many times of making love with Anushka.

As we rocked against each other, she kept her hand on my face and her kisses felt like the most tender of my life. I felt the tingling return and I told her I was going to cum, she smiled and circled her other hand onto my ass and pulled me more tightly against her and I emptied myself into of her, each jet pulsing deep inside of her.

To ask me before this night, I would have grinned at the thought of putting a baby in this woman and then wishing to be a fly on the wall in the delivery room as her husband gawked at the baby that was clearly not his own.

But now, it just felt natural and besides she was obviously on birth control.

~

Tuesday came, and Anushka showed up at my house just before 9:00pm. It felt different, even better now, she started by asking if she could suck my dick, but not in as vulgar a way, she was shy, even though we'd fucked previously.

She kissed, licked and sucked my dick and when she was satisfied with her work, she straddled me and slipped my dick back into her pussy. Once again, no condom. Once again, I came inside of her, and as an afterthought, I reassured her 'I'm clean, never had anything.'

She just smiled and nodded.

I came in her once more that night, and the entire time I never gave her husband a single thought.

When she left a bit before midnight, I wished she could have stayed. It wasn't just the sex, the sex was nice, but there was a lot more to her, and I know it's messed up, but I had started falling for her.

She called me that Saturday, and told me that her husband was out playing cricket with friends, and would be gone for at least three hours. I had just stepped into the grocery store and turned right back around, telling her I'd meet her at my place.

We made love that day, and she had opened up a bit more, even talking a bit dirty.

'I love how you fuck me.' and 'Your dick feels perfect in my pussy, keep fucking me.'

We weren't fucking, this was slower, gentler, but still quite physical. I stopped warning her that I was about to cum, and she did't complain, besides I'm sure she knew, I know I make some noise just before I nut.

Afterward, she cleaned up in the bathroom, and when she stepped out, to see me laying there naked on the bed, she complained that she wished she could spend more time with me, and that she wished she could spend the night, then wished that Prakash would move back to India.

'So I could have you all to myself Anushka.'

I could see that she wanted to say yes, but all she could manage was a trembling lip, and I pained smile.

I wished that Prakash would move back to India as well.

"Anytime, I don't care what I'm doing, anytime you want to spend time together, and I don't mean just to have sex, or to 'fuck' as you liked to say today, call me. I'll always stop what I'm doing to spend time with you, I mean that."

"If I just wanted to talk? Not only to have sex?"

"Anytime, like I said." I answered her with a smile.

"I can't imagine us spending time and not having sex though."

"I'll never pass an opportunity to be with you like this, but I mean it, just tot talk, have a coffe, go for a walk, whatever you like, anytime, like I said."

She stared at me for what seemed like an hour, and then found her purse and pulled her phone out, calling her husband.

"I'm shopping, I'll be home around 7:00pm, alright." She hung up and looked at me, then let out a long breath and said "I'd like to talk."

"Give me a minute, I'll get dressed." I said and was up and into the bathroom.

~

"This is very difficult for me." She said, then her eyebrows furrowed, and she continued. "It's different in my country, I met Parakash one time before we were engaged, our parents arranged it all. This is very common in India. We don't fall in love and then get married, we marry, and then fall in love. I've tried, but Prakash acts sometimes like a child. I've tried very hard to love him, but I don't. I've said it, I dont." She shook her head side to side, and then tears began falling.

I got up, pulled her to her feel and pulled her into a big hug.

"This life isn't a fair one." She muttered.

"None of them are." I told her.

"I feel horrible, wishing he'd go back to India, but I wish he would. I wish he'd tell me he doesnt love me, I wish I could have another chance at love."

Love was a tricky word for me, I'd been burned more than once. The gruff exterior did a good job of hiding the sometimes too sensitive interior. But could I love her? Yes, definitely.

"What can I do to make you feel better, what can I do right now, in this moment, to help?"

"You're doing it." She said, and hugged me more tightly.

~

The following weekend Anushka called again, seeing her name on my phone immediately improved my mood. I was sitting at home watching college ball and so if she wanted to come by, I'd tell her she could start driving.

"Cal, can I come by, to talk?"

"I'm home, come by anytime." I said.

Twenty minutes later she knocked on the door, and I could tell that she'd been crying.

"We had a bad argument." She began, I quickly imagined calling some of the fellas from back where I grew up to pay the racist asshole a visit.

"Did he put his hands on you?" I asked, and hated that my voice was shaky as I spoke. I hated it more that it was in that moment that I realized how I felt about her, how I really felt.

"No, he gets really angry sometimes, throwing things, but he's never hurt me."

"It's hurting you that he's angry, and throwing things. It doesn't take physical pain to hurt someone."

"He's upset with work, he can't do some of the things they're asking of him and people are questioning his abilities. He's embarrassed and he's taking it out on me, he doesn't talk to anyone at work, he has no friends, so I listen and if I don't have the right answers to make him feel better, he gets angry with me."

"You said you don't love him, you said you tried, but you don't."

"I don't, I don't hate him, but marriage should have love!"

"Leave him."

"I'm alone here then."

"You wouldn't have to be."

"But.. Is that what you want?"

"I wasn't sure, but I am now."

"Truly?"

"Truly Anushka."

"I'm so confused."

"Stay, we can go back to your house, pack your clothes, take your time, figure out what's best for you. I promise, your husband won't cause any problems if I'm there."

"If he saw you with me, if he knew that we've been together, I'm afraid of what he'd do."

"I'm not, he's a racist asshole, and I've dealt with plenty like him over the years, most are all bark, and no bite. One look at him, and I know he's all bark, unless you count yelling at woman and throwing things."

"Maybe just for a few days, if I could stay? Just so I could think?"

I took her arms in my hands and looked into her eyes "You never have to leave, if you want, this can be your home. Of course, we won't have a maid, or a driver, but I think we'll be alright." I chuckled.

She smiled, and giggled a bit at my joke, and then said that she didn't understand me, and imagined she never would.

"Are we so different?"

"I wish your parents would have called my parents."

"If you'd like, I'll have my Mother make a call tomorrow, I couldn't honestly tell you were my Father is, I've never met him."

The tears came streaming down her face, and by the time I let her pull herself off of me, my shirt was a mess of tears and snot, I couldnt have cared less.

She decided to go back to her house, and tell her asshole husband that she needed a few days to think about everything, and he made the fatal mistake of telling her to take as much time to think as she needed, and that this was a big country to not have any friends in.

But Anushka had friends. She got along well with her co-workers, and hse definitely got along well with me.

The bag she had packed lasted a few days, and then when she returned to where she used to live, she brought back several more. She said that Prakash had been parading through their home, telling her that a pretty woman who worked at one of the local Indian restaurants had been smiling at him, now that she had left, and he still needed to eat. He imagined she was just waiting for a successful professional man to ask her out. When she told me the story, and how she told him that he had complained to her many times that he wasn't able to complete many of his tasks at work, and she wondered if that still amounted to him being a 'successful professional.' he stopped talking, and walked out.

After a month, we hired a moving company to collect up her remaining items. She filed the paperwork for a divorce, and it was surprisingly easy. I had imagined that they'd both have to return to India but the divorce happened the same way a married couple from the US would divorce.

It took a while, but that was to be expected, in the meantime we lived happily, and Anushka slowly became more and more open. Sex was only getting better, and we were having a lot of sex. When the divorce was finalized, we became engaged, and a month later we had a small, private marriage that her parents were unfortunately unable to attend, however we made sure to record the ceremony, and sent it to them.

Soon after we were married, Anushka announced that she was pregnant, and that changed my world. I realized that she was exactly what I had needed in my life, and had never before realized it. Our son was born healthy and almost two years later his little sister arrived.

What about Prakash? He ended up getting fired and was then placed at a different company where he lasted less than a month. Neither of us know where he is nowadays, and neither of us care.

[Curiousbull]

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[Zigspr]

Black man and Indian brown woman 

I'm an old geezer at 53 (45 when this story happened) and live in the Central South Florida area. I've spent 20 years in the USMC and left in 2009. I've done my best to maintain something of a muscular physique because I just love lifting. You would never assume I've served with my dreads. I fell in love with the look after a trip to Jamaica several years ago.

One early morning, I was lifting in the dumbbell area when I was pleasantly surprised with a beautiful curvy mango shaped booty in Lycra workout pants bent over. I can remember the outline of her pussy against the material. This was surprising because I usually work out very early in the morning (like at 4:00 am). I think I said something along the lines of, "Good to see another early riser!" A beautiful, young, and petite woman of Indian descent with shoulder length hair in a ponytail, coffee brown eyes, and warm skin stood up, turned around and smiled.
"It's like we have the whole place to ourselves!" she responded.
"I love this time of day. Enjoy your workout!" I replied. She had sexy hips and her workout tank top was struggling to cover and hold in her bouncy and perky D cup tits. I didn't want to stare, so I admired her through the gym mirror instead. I admired her sexy ass on the elliptical, her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. The sweat running down her neck glistened on almond skin. According to her, what she remembered from that first meeting was that she thought my dreads were "majestic."
I would see her intermittently over the next few months in the early mornings. We would exchange a smile, wave, or a "hi." Nothing ever really happened beyond that. Didn't even exchange names. Fast forward and I had to schedule my annual physical. My regular doctor had retired so the office informed me that I would be seeing another. Surprise! It was her!
We both instantly recognized each other and laughed. This time she had these sexy librarian glasses on, a dark skirt that hugged her hips, and a soft pink blouse that flaunted some copious cleavage. She was very friendly, warm, gentle, and at all times very professional. I loved when she leaned in close so I could smell the coconut oil in her hair and skin. She then asked me if I would be comfortable disrobing down to my underwear for the physical exam. I said I was. I stripped to my boxer briefs. My ~8" manhood was safely tucked away, but the outline was visible through the fabric. She told me later that she did her hardest to not stare. I got to feel her soft hands on my back and chest as she moved around my body with her stethoscope. I could even my own heart beat faster over the hum of the fluorescent lights.
She finally broke the thick silence with "Those early morning workouts are paying off! Are you comfortable with me examining your genitals? If not, I could ask one of my colleagues. I'm obligated to advise you about the risks of testicular cancers, hernias, and sexual health" Umm...HELL YES, she could touch me there. What kind of idiot would say 'no' to this sexy brown busty bunny?
I simply responded with "How would you like me doc?" She informed me that I could take off my boxer briefs and lay back on the table while she changed her gloves. I did what I was told and was rewarded by her hands gently cupping each of my balls while she rolled them around in her gloved palms and fingertips. She gently fingered my shaft probing for anything irregular. Of course, I had to get a throbbing erection. I apologized and she laughed it off and stated "It happens all the time!" She ordered me some blood tests and told me that I could reschedule another appointment if I felt the need to discuss the results. There was no chance I was going to pass up another appointment with this sexpot.
A few days later we were both alone in the gym in the early hours. This time we knew each other's names and we said hi.
I called her 'Doctor' out of respect and she replied, "That's for work. Just call me Priya [not her real name]."
She then asked "If you have time, could you teach me to barbell squat? I know it's an important exercise and I don't want to do something stupid."
"I would love to teach you," I responded. You're right: You can get hurt easily if you don't pay attention." I reasoned that if she showed me respect and courtesy as a man during my physical, I'd do the same with her at the gym as a woman.
Spent the next fifteen minutes talking about form, proper weight scaling, the different types of squats, etc. I then asked her if she was okay with trying a barbell squat. She nodded.
"Do you want me to spot you for the first few reps?" I asked.
"Please. I'd feel safer with you there." She stepped under an empty bar like I taught her to and backed out to me.
"Is it okay if I hold your hips?" I asked.
"Of course." she replied. I gripped her hips and guided her curvaceous ass back to me.
"Ready when you are." I replied. She descended and as she did her soft ass reached out to caress my black cock. I told her to keep her knees behind her toes, to keep her back straight, and to keep her feet planted. The distinct floral coconut smell of her hair teased me again. I'm 6'2" and she's around 5'5", so it was easy to hold her hips. The entire time I was thinking that there are only a few layers of cloth separating my cock from her sweet sweaty pussy. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes and it must've sensed a pussy close by and it began to throb. Her ass grazing it helped it get even harder. She later told me she'd very much felt my cock against her ass. She also later informed me that after she replayed that scene in her head as she used her vibrator in the shower.
Afterwards, she said, "Thank you! By the way, did you want to talk about your test results? They came back and they look fine, but we could discuss them at an appointment."
So, I blurted out, "Maybe we could talk about them over dinner?" I thought to myself: the worst she could say was 'no.'
"Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!" she responded. I was thrilled.
So, my ignorant dumb ass took this sexy angel to a steakhouse only to find out that she doesn't eat beef. I really felt embarrassed. She laughed it off and was really gracious about it. This woman was a gem. She had a low-cut white sweater that stood out against her velvety brown chest. Her lips looked absolutely plump and delicious. This was the first time I saw her with her black hair down around her shoulders. I loved seeing her smile and laugh in candle light. We were having a great time. We were both in at least two glasses of wine each. She remembers falling in love with the espresso martini.
Over dinner, I learned that she was only 28 (I was 45 at the time) and had a younger sister in college at the time. She became a doctor after undergoing chemo herself as a young girl. That treatment left her unable to have children of her own. But it inspired her to pursue medicine. We were both raised by single mothers who both succumbed to ovarian cancer. Her father left when her mom was pregnant with her sister. She was never keen on dating much b/c she was pretty much in the books for most of her twenties. She had dated college boys and med college boys. None of them really captured her attention. She shared that she just popped her cherry later only five years ago with an Indian guy that her mom set her up with. She told me that they had hooked up over the course of several months. She also added that she felt it was more of a chore to please him and that he never reciprocated. She'd often turn to her toys after he fell asleep to get herself off. Ultimately, she really thought sex was underwhelming. So, she hasn't been with anyone since.

[Zigspr]

I told her that she deserved to be with a grown MAN who put her needs first and knew his way around a woman's body.

She deserved to be cherished and protected while being simultaneously dominated and manhandled. She deserved pleasure and wonderful sex is part of what makes life worth living. A blush spread across her cheeks and said "Preaching to the choir! I should try dating older men more often"

She was genuinely inquisitive about my time in the Marine Corps and asked questions about basic training, Okinawa, Camp Lejeune, and was very much fascinated by the military lifestyle. I really felt at ease talking to her and the freedom to be myself.

Dinner was wrapping up and she asked if I was willing to share dessert. I told her those old man chest and abs she felt on the exam table don't occur by magic and I would have to watch myself. She giggled and said something like "Well old man, your blood sugar and cholesterol are good to go. So, live a little!"

"I do have ice cream and cookies if you want dessert," I replied. I'd love to have this curvy woman in my place.

"Sounds like a plan," she said excitedly.

I remember it being awkward and funny as I tried to help her up into my truck. She's obviously never been in one before and it was pretty funny seeing her try to get in. But it was another opportunity to hold her waist to help her get in. On the drive home, she said, "I think you should know I had a great time tonight. But I don't think I can be your doctor anymore."

"I wasn't expecting to see you in the first place!" I responded.

"Well, you're definitely taking care of yourself. I'm sure anyone at the practice would be glad to see you, " she replied.

"I'm definitely glad to be here with you," I answered. I reached over and took her hand. She squeezed back. I held her hand on her thigh and casually went to hold the inside of her thigh. I gave it a squeeze and she gasped sharply. She held my arm and I heard her breathe deeply as she looked out the window. I continued to hold her thigh as if it now belonged to me, because I felt that it did.

We finally arrived at my place and I helped her down from my pickup. She instinctively held my hand and we walked into my kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I told her I'd get spoons and the ice cream was in the top freezer. She opened the freezer and reached in. As she stood up on her toes, her skirt hiked up. Those creamy mocha thighs that I had just spent the last fifteen minutes squeezing were in full view. I thought that she had given me so many green lights over the date and over the past few months. My big black uncircumcised cock was as hard as granite. I could smell her intoxicating hair from standing behind her.

There was no better time or place than the here and now. How often does an old man like me have a sexy young doctor in my own house? What would I have to lose?

I moved behind her and closed the freezer door. I towered over her and with one hand reached under her sweater to hold her stomach and pull her in into me. I used my other hand to cradle her face and kiss those beautiful, soft, and wet lips.

She melted in my hands. She clutched my dreads and pulled me in closer. I turned her around and used both my hands to reach under her skirt and hold her firm Indian ass. She moaned through our kiss as I squeezed her ass harder. My beard tickled her chin, cheeks, and chest. She
broke the kiss. She then bit onto the clumps of my beard and moaned like a bitch in heat.




Months of sexual tension between us broke like a thundercloud. I hoisted her up and she promptly wrapped her legs around my waist as I continued to kiss her. She held my head and licked my lips and inhaled the earthy scent from my dreads. I eventually worked my strong ebony hands under her panties and felt her wetness. This bitch was ready. I remembered that she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience in her life. I was only the second man she's ever been with. I was her first older man. This would also be her first big black cock experience. I decided then and there that I would ruin her for every man who would ever be with her. I promised to myself that this educated, elegant, professional, and sexy woman would be my slut for tonight and she'd enjoy every second of it.

I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her mocha brown breasts pressing into my chest. Her nipples were rock hard and I could feel them through her sweater and my shirt. I laid her out on my bed. As I did, I worked her cotton panties off leaving her trimmed pussy exposed. I took a deep breath from her soaked panties. It was an intoxicating mix of cinnamon, lemon, and pineapple. She smelled delicious. I couldn't wait to taste her Indian pussy.






She laid sprawled out on the bed. I tossed her wet panties to the side. She didn't need them anymore. I locked eyes with her.

"Get up bitch. Walk over to the edge of the bed." Her eyes widened and she submissively complied. As she did, I sat on the edge of the mattress to get a good look at this beautiful woman.

"Take off your skirt slowly and hand them to me. Do not cover that beautiful pussy." She kept breathing heavily and slowly unhooked her skirt clasp and worked them off her hips. It fell to the floor. As she bent over to pick them up, I brought my hand on her bare ass with a sharp 'WHAP.' She yelped in pain and pleasure simultaneously. Her ass had the perfect jiggle. As she handed me her skirt, I said, "Thank you for being a good girl. Good girls get rewards. This skirt and your panties are mine now. I'll let you know when you can have them back." She whimpered and bit her lip. Her fingers started to touch her swollen wet clit.

"WHAT THE FUCK did I tell you about not covering your pussy? I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself.

Get on your knees and then take off your sweater and your bra. I won't repeat myself," I ordered. I used my deep Marine Corps Master Gunnery Sergeant command voice. She submitted without question. The same voice that worked on young Privates and Corporals turned this woman into a whimpering and heaving puddle of horniness. I can also see why she was so anxious to touch herself. Her pussy was literally dripping onto her thighs. As she took her sweater off, she revealed the most beautiful set of caramel tits I've ever seen. I took her sweater.







"This belongs to me too. Just like before, this belongs to me. I'll decide when you can get this back." She gulped and nodded. Finally, she reached behind her back and unhooked her black pushup bra. Her 38 D cups were in full view. My cock throbbed even harder as I saw her milk chocolate areola and nipples stiffen.

"The bra please. I will not repeat myself again tonight." She demurely handed me her bra. She already knew that it belonged to me now. There was a moment where I had to appreciate the scene that was before me. I had this voluptuous Indian vixen kneeling in front of me, breathing heavily, and dripping her juices on my carpet. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. Her pussy's aroma permeated the room. She was seventeen years younger than me and so easily gave in to an older dominant black man. She was desperate for a dick down.

I stood up in front of her. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it. I then unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the carpet. I slid them over with my foot. I stepped forward with my crotch level with her eyes.

"Take them off," I ordered. She reached up and peeled off my boxer briefs. As they came down my 8" erection came into full view. Again, I kicked my boxer briefs to the side.

"I know you've seen this before. You've even held it. Tonight, you feel it. First, taste it," I commanded. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my dark shaft. My foreskin was strained against my cock head. She wasn't the only one leaking everywhere. My precum had begun to run down the sides of cock. She gently placed her soft mouth on my cock and kissed it. She gently began to work her tongue around my foreskin. Her hands peeled back revealing my wet cock head. She took the entire head in her mouth and began to tongue it. I reached my hands behind her head through her hair and gently pulled her closer.

She began to suck and bob her head on my cock. Her warm wet mouth was divine. She was desperate for this. My hand held her head in place.

I also have to admit that she wasn't very good at sucking cock. I was the only second man she's ever been with and she's never had something this size. What kind of man would I be if I tried to fuck her mouth when she wasn't used to it? I had to hold off. I'd be keeping her around. There would be time to teach her.

I pulled her head off my cock with wet 'PLOP'. A mix of my precum and her drool dripped down her chin and neck. I then guided her face to my balls. I don't man-scape. She didn't care. She inhaled each of them sucking gently. She rolled each hairy, black, seed filled ball with her tongue and ended giving them each a wet kiss. She looked up with her brown eyes searching for approval.






I pulled her up off her knees to stand up. My cock was covered in her warm saliva and was aching to fuck her wet pussy. I held her close to kiss her. Her nipples were pressed up against my hairy chest and abdomen and my cock against her. Her mouth was warm and musky after sucking my cock. I tightly held her and tossed her on the bed. She turned over onto her back to look up at me. I looked straight at that wet and yearning pussy.

I had to remind myself: she's never been really satisfied by a real man before. I need to slow it down and take my time. It was my turn to kneel in front of her. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. My face moved close to her trimmed pussy. In one flat tongue stroke, I slowly licked her vulva from bottom to top and finished by kissing her clit.

She let out a deep moan and held onto the sheets.

"Bitch, have you ever been eaten? Has anyone ever tasted this hot pussy?" I asked as I began to realize this unfortunate truth.

"Noooo..." she moaned and whimpered. I was fucking dumbfounded. Did that mean that her ex never tasted her sweet, wet, stickiness? I was the first to taste her and she was all mine. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to lock her in. She reached down and held my dreads for dear life. I relished slowly licking her labia. I used the tip of my tongue to spell my name on her clit. She began to squirm and breathe harder. I reached out and my hands found her wrists. This bitch needed to be handled. Manhandled. I began to tongue fuck her while greedily sucking out her musky sweet nectar. Her moaning evolved into groaning which ended turning into screaming.

"Bitch, do I stop? Was that enough?"

"NOOO! Please oh god, please don't stop!"

With that, my mouth clamped back down on her pussy. After near five minutes of tongue fucking, I decided to bring her over the edge. I gently sucked up her clit between my lips and gently flicked my tongue over her clit. My beard was soaked with her wetness. Her hips began to shudder and shake, she tightened her hold on the sheets, and then came the scream.

It was primal and came from deep within her. Her pussy kept getting juicer and juicer as my mouth remained locked on. I continued to hold her wrists as she spasmed.

***ORGASM 1 ACCOMPLISHED***





I finally let her go to allow her to writhe and bask in her moment. She ran her hands all over her own body while softly mewing like a voluptuous and breasty brown kitten. This entire time, my hard big black cock remained neglected. It ached to be inside her pussy. I remained hard as black granite and precum dribbled down my shaft. She was beyond ready for a good old-fashioned dick down. My cock knew that her hot wet pussy was close. Her pussy and my cock were naturally just drawn to each other. I parted her thighs and leaned over her. I began to kiss up her curvaceous stomach, on the crease of her thighs and torso, her rib cage, and the underside of her tits. I finally rested my body on top of hers. My mouth found her milk chocolate nipples and sucked.

[Zigspr]

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