My Friend’s Wife…My Valentine!

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The first time I saw her was at her wedding with my friend. If there is such a thing as lust at first sight, then I was a victim. I felt guilty for imagining myself instead of my friend enjoying her repeatedly throughout their suhaag raat, but it was also one of the most erotic experiences.

For the whole day, through one ceremony after the other, I imagined myself undressing her, kissing her, licking and enjoying every inch of her body as I peeled off her clothes, her moans and groans as I sucked her nipples, her screams of pleasure while I devoured her (possibly virgin) pussy, her expressions when I entered her, her boobs bouncing as I pounded her and our collective ecstasy as we came in orgasm after unprotected orgasm.

Many may not consider Ishita bhabhi to be a classical beauty — well, that’s their perspective. To me, she was erotica in motion. Everything about her sent my pulse racing. Even though she was dressed from head to toe, to my eyes, she was dressed in the most seductive way possible. Her skin, at least what of it was visible, was a silken invitation.

Her large, almond-shaped eyes were what first drew me in. Her full, luscious lips begged to be kissed. Curvy and full bodied, her body isn’t exactly model material. And yet, all her curves were soft and inviting.

I had to excuse myself and jerk myself off in the bathroom twice during the day.

Still, by the time I returned home that night, I had aching balls from my constant state of arousal and spent the night, imagining Ishita’s suhaag raat and had to relieve myself two more times.

No other woman had made my juices flow the way Ishita had done that one day.

Unfortunately, I had no occasion to see her for six more months. But when I did see her again, I was treated to an erotic show that’s etched in my memory forever.

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Homeless for two days…

My rental agreement was ending and it would be two days before I would be able to move into my new rental apartment. All my possessions were packed and the office was kind enough to let me store them in the basement for the two days. What I did not have was a place to stay.

“I will check into a hotel for two days,” I said to my friend shaking my head ‘no’ when he asked me if my old landlord had agreed to let me stay two extra days or if the new landlord would let me move in a couple days early.

“Someone else is taking possession of the old place the day after I move out and the new place won’t be ready to move in.” I added.

“Don’t be silly yaar,” my friend said, “if you want to throw money on a hotel room, that’s your choice, but you can stay in my guest room too.”

“Thanks yaar, but I don’t want to be an imposition,” I said, “you got married just a few months ago and I don’t want to be an unwelcome guest.”

“Unwelcome!” he exclaimed, mock punching me, “Now you are insulting me. Besides, though the wedding was 6 months ago, it feels like it was 6 years ago. Don’t worry about it.”

I tried to protest, but he would have none of it and that settled it.

I thanked my friend for his hospitality as he patted me on the shoulder and headed off to his desk and I headed off to the restroom.

I had been stalking both their social media profiles and had downloaded any and all pics of hers from before and after her marriage. Of course, I had cropped my friend from all her post-marriage pics.

Like I had done almost everyday since they returned from their honeymoon in Goa, I opened up one of Ishita’s pictures (today, I selected a pic my friend had taken of his wife in the hotel swimming pool) and jerked off to my imagination of enjoying her wet and wild body.

Ishita’s magic hadn’t worn off after their wedding. If anything, it had only intensified after they uploaded their honeymoon pictures online.

I felt I had a cosmic connection with Ishita. There was no other way to explain how madly smitten I was by her beauty and how badly I ached for her body.

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The first night in their house…

The day finally arrived when I moved out of my current apartment and surrendered the key after office. My friend had accompanied me. We loaded the final three suitcases of clothes and essentials that I had packed into his car and headed to his place. When we got there, he opened the door with his key and I followed him. Shutting the door behind us, we took off our footwear at the shoe rack.

“Hi Ishi, we are here,” my friend called out to his wife as we headed to the living room.

My jaw dropped and I had an instant boner as soon as I got my first glimpe of her. Thankfully, I my work satchel covered where a tent was starting to form in my pants.

Technically, it was only the second time that I was seeing her in the flesh, but I had seen, undressed and fucked her in my mind’s eye every single day since their wedding. In spite of masturbating to their honeymoon pictures everyday, I wasn’t prepared for the assault.

Ishita was sitting on the couch, watching the television, dressed in what had to be a cross between a long top and a short nightie.

As she sat with her legs crossed under her, the garment rode high on her thigh, barely covering her panties.

As my eyes reluctantly moved past her creamy thighs and the heaven between her legs, her curvy breasts, straining against the flimsy garment almost made me moan out loud.

In spite of wearing absolutely no make up and with her hair carelessly held together behind her head, she looked drop dead gorgeous.

Every time she moved I was transfixed by her generous boobs, and whenever she bent forward, the front of her outfit would fall forward and she had no bra on, I shamelessly feasted my eyes as most of her breasts became visible.

I was praying for a glimpse of her nipples, but that wasn’t to be.

The rest of the evening and dinner were pure agony as I devoured her scantily dressed beauty with my eyes.

I was fully conscious of my erection at full mast inside my jeans. As she moved about cooking, setting the desk and setting the table, she was unconsciously seducing me — not that I needed any seduction from the woman who had become the subject of my fantasy for a major part of the past year.

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A live show to remember for ever!

By the time the night finally came to an end and I headed to bed in the guest room where we had left my suitcases earlier in the day, I was ready to explode. After undressing, I came within a minute of stroking my ramrod erect cock.

I drifted off to sleep maybe half an hour later. I don’t know how long I was asleep.

It must have been the muffled sounds that woke me up. My curiosity aroused, I left my bedroom and followed the sounds.

Soon it was obvious that what I was hearing were sounds of lovemaking — both Ishita’s and my friend’s — and my erection was back. I was only wearing my boxers and my cock created a not-so-little tent, stretching my boxers ahead of me.

Following the sounds, I approached their bedroom and tentatively tried the door knob. I was surprised that the door wasn’t locked and opened it a crack.

My friend in his pajama shirt and nothing else was on top of his wife, their mouths and tongues wrestling. Stark naked, Ishita bhabhi, had her legs spread wide.

My friend was pounding her hard, making her naked breasts jiggle, giving me my first view of not just her nipples but her nakedness — at least the part that wasn’t covered by my friend’s body.

I wished that he wasn’t on top of her covering most of her glorious nakedness. I wished he would finish and roll off so I could see her completely naked body.

As if granting my wish, he pulled out of her, turned her around on her side and entered her from behind.

Taking one tit in his mouth, he started sucking her while continuing to pound her. Now her nakedness was on full display. She was looking at him and he had his eyes closed, so neither noticed me watching.

I noticed he didn’t have a condom on. I wondered if he would pull out or cream her pussy.

The show lasted all of five minutes till my friend groaned, arched his back and came, filling his wife’s pussy.

Shortly thereafter, he sighed and rolled over. Ishita, had her eyes closed, a contented smile on her face. Her sweat soaked body looked so inviting, especially her heaving boobs as she gasped for breath.

Her shaved pussy was leaking my friend’s cum as it trickled on to her thigh. Still breathing hard, she started fingering her pussy, pushing her husband’s leaking cum into her — or so I thought.

I was transfixed and unconsciously stroking my cock inside my boxers.

Something broke my trance and as my glance moved up, I saw Ishita bhabhi’s eyes locked on my crotch as I stroked myself. I went red and almost bolted away but just as I pulled my hand out of my boxers, she looked up and our eyes locked. There was naked lust and hunger in her eyes and I went red.

Her eyes moved from my eyes back down to my erection, that had started to slowly subside with my embarrassment at getting caught.

Taking her cue, I let my eyes follow the curves of her body, pausing for a while on her heaving boob before moving down to her cum-filled pussy that she was now stroking. I realized that she hadn’t cum while her husband fucked her and had started masturbating while watching my erection.

We could hear her husband starting to snore, his back turned towards his wife and me. As my eyes took in her naked beauty, and the expression of hunger and naked lust in her eyes, my erection returned.

She looked up at my eyes and then back at the growing tent in my boxers. I interpreted that to mean she wanted to see my tool, and promptly dropped my underwear down to my knees. My hardness sprang forward, pointing straight at her.

Ishita all but moaned and her eyes widened in surprise and appreciation at the size of my hardon.

Her eyes still locked on my hard-on, she entered her pussy with a couple fingers entered her, making some of her husband’s cum spill out and trickle on to her thighs.

She adjusted her position and spread her legs to give an unobstructed view of the heaven between her legs and I almost groaned.

Staring at my cock, Ishita bhabhi licked her lips hungrily and started moving her fingers in and out of her pussy.

I started stroking my shaft in rhythm with the movement of her fingers in and out of her pussy.

For a long time, she finger-fucked herself and caressed her boobs while watching me stroke my pole.

With time, both our tempo picked up and soon her body started moving as she inched towards an orgasm.

Emboldened now, I started moving towards her till my cock was mere inches from her mouth. She continued to stare at my pole for a while. Releasing her boob, she looked up at me with a ‘please’ in her eyes and then back at her boobs.

Reaching down, I caressed and squeezed her boobs before pinching and playing with her nipples.

She moaned in pleasure and I glanced at my friend, who continued to snore.

Following my eyes, she turned for a moment to make sure her husband wouldn’t wake up, before turning back to face me.

This time, instead of resuming her masturbation, she reached out and traced my cock from its head to my balls with her fingers — which were wet with her juices, before starting to stroke me.

“Bhabhi…..” I muttered. She put the index finger of her free hand to her lips, silencing me. As I squeezed her boob and played with her nipple, she stroked me with one hand and then caressed my balls with the other for a few minutes.

Letting my balls go, her hand returned to her pussy and she resumed pleasuring herself while staring hungrily at and stroking my hardness.

Her eyes were transfixed on my shaft, with a look of pure lust. She would frequently bite her lower lip or lick her lips while looking longingly at my cock.

I tried to step closer so she could suck me, but she pushed me back, stealing a quick glance at her fast asleep husband.

Part of me was hoping she would ask me to fuck her or at least let me finger-fuck her, but that wasn’t to me.

After a while I tried again, intending to get on top of her so she could suck me and I could bend over her to eat her pussy, but she pushed me back, once again, quickly stealing a glance at her husband.

Soon, her body started arching and she was stroking my cock hard as she started approaching an orgasm. I watched her body mesmerized, silently cheering her on.

When she came, she yelped out loud, her pussy squirting. I wished I could have at least tasted her cum even if I could not eat or fuck her. As loud as her yelp was, her husband didn’t even budge, continuing to sleep soundly.

She had let go of my cock and instinctively, I had started stroking myself watching her finger herself.

As I watched her body convulse with her orgasm and her pussy squirt, I felt my cock swell, close to cumming.

She turned her face and opened her mouth. Aligning my cock so I would cum in her mouth, I erupted.

While most of my cum went in her mouth, a lot of it spilled on her face, chin, and even her hair. She hungrily swallowed as much of my cum as she could.

I kept cumming, shooting load after load, for close to a minute and she licked the last drop off the head of my cock.

I tried to bend down to kiss her, but she pushed me away. I stepped back and got back into my boxers before heading back to the guest bedroom.

As worked up as I was, sleeping was the last thing on my mind. I masturbated once again, replaying what had just happened before finally drifting off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

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The day after

I woke up to the sound of the main door closing as my friend left for office. Both Ishita and I were awkward and embarrassed at the previous night’s events and both of us profusely apologized to each other over breakfast and tea.

I confessed to being turned on by her from the day I first saw her at the wedding and she confessed to sexual problems between the couple because he couldn’t last, had a tiny cock that couldn’t pleasure her and because he didn’t care much for foreplay, leaving her lacking sexual satisfaction most times.

And yet, she claimed to love him and both of us agreed that something like last night couldn’t happen again.

That would have been the end of it, if my new apartment wasn’t just two lanes away from their house. As a result, my friend often invited me over for lunch or dinner and my visits to their place became rather frequent.

Ishita and I struck up a friendship that was awkward at first but it soon blossomed and she soon confided in me about extremely private and sexual things. There was an unmistakable sexual tension between us that we struggled and managed to keep in check.

A couple months later, my friend was promoted to the position of country head, requiring him to travel across the country quite frequently. Most trips lasted for a day or two, but some required him to be gone for as long as a week.

I spent a lot of time with Ishita during his trips and more than once tried to seduce her, but she was firm in her resolve to not succumb to her bodily desires and always managed to deny my sexual advances — politely, always telling me she understood, that the need was mutual but she wished the circumstances were different.

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A Valentine’s gift like no other

“Happy Valentine’s Day Bhabhi”, I said as Ishita opened the door. She smiled a sad smile and accepted the bouquet of flowers and the gift box I held out in front of me, before stepping aside to let me in.

As I stepped in, I took off my shoes and headed to the living room, she closed the door and followed me.

“Chai?” she asked as I settled down in the couch.

“Sure,” I said and as she turned and walked towards the kitchen, I admired the sway of her hips and her creamy thighs in the short red dress she had on, feeling a stirring in my pants — a reaction that always happened when I was around her.

“Stop staring,” she said without turning around, “I can feel your eyes on my back and ass undressing me.”

We had gone past the awkwardness of my lust for her and she had come to accept it as a part of earning a good friend.

When it was just us, she would often joke about my erection and I would shamelessly compliment her looks and go into elaborate details of what I wanted to do till she shut me up.

To her it was harmless flirting, to me it was hope that some day, it would be more.

“Did he leave for office this early?” I asked her when she returned with a couple cups of tea in a tray.

“No,” she said setting the tray on the coffee table and sitting on the couch next to me, “he hasn’t returned yet.”

That explained the sadness in her smile a few minutes earlier. My friend had left for Delhi two days back for what was expected to be just an overnight trip.

“He called last evening and this morning saying his flight got canceled and he will try to be here tomorrow,” she said picking up a cup of tea, “the sad thing is, I don’t believe him. It sounds like a convenient excuse and I don’t even know why.”

An awkward silence followed as both of us sipped our tea, “you know what,” she said finally, wiping a tear, “he didn’t even wish me for Valentine’s day — neither last night, nor this morning.”

“Oh,” was all I could manage to say.

“Well,” she said picking up the bouquet of flowers she had set on the couch earlier and smelling the flowers, “at least someone remembered.”

“Let me set it in the vase in the bedroom.” she added. Setting the teacup on the table, she headed towards her bedroom. Picking up her gift box, I followed her.

“What’s this?” she said noticing the gift box in my hand for the first time when she turned after setting the flowers.

“Open it,” I said handing her the bod. I sat at the edge of the bed as she opened the box. Her eyes went wide seeing the set of see-through bra, panties and wrap.

“For me?” she said, surprised at such a bold gift.

“You look best with nothing on,” I said, “but I couldn’t get you nothing.”

“Naughty,” she said, “wish he had half this creativity. And of all days, he choses to forget me on Valentine’s day. Don’t ask me to wear this for you?”

“I won’t,” I said, mustering up courage… this was my best chance, “what I will ask though is for you to be my Valentine bhabhi,” I said, my hunger for her body evident in the erection I made no effort to conceal.

She glanced at the bulge in my crotch and her eyes widened.

As she tried to walk out of the bedroom, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, “please babhi,” I begged, “just for this one day.”

She didn’t pull back, clearly torn between her values and her body’s needs. I grabbed her head and pulled her to me. She tripped and fell on the bed, her pally falling off her shoulder as she landed on her back. I was instantly on top of her, kissing her lips.

Her palms pressed against my chest, about to push me away but the intent to push lasted just a moment as her push against my chest relaxed and she grabbed my shirt pressing into the kiss.

That’s when I knew my dream of fucking her was about to come true.

As the dam of resolve burst, Ishita opened her mouth, letting out a moan of pent up lust and opening the door for my tongue to snake into her mouth.

I caressed her silky shoulder and arm while my tongue explored her mouth and found her tongue.

We kissed passionately, both our pent up passion and hunger bubbling over. We were both sucking on each others’ tongues, savoring each others’ saliva hungrily.

“Oh God Bhabhi, you are beautiful,” I said before pressing my mouth on hers again.

“Call me Ishi,” she said between kisses, guiding my hand between her spread legs, “at least today.”

I slid my hand inside her saree, in-skirt and panties and started rubbing her opening. She was already moist, a testament to the fact that she wanted this too.

As I opened her pussy lips and started stroking her clit with my fingers, her mouth opened in an “O” of satisfaction.

I planted my mouth on hers, sliding my tongue in her mouth. She started sucking hungrily. Both her sets of lips were being stimulated and her chest was heaving.

I continued kissing her mouth, but with my free hand, I pulled her saree and in-skirt up to her hips. Her creamy thighs were now exposed and I ached to lick them.

She started grinding her hips into my fingers. Continuing to kiss her, I entered her pussy with a finger and started slowly moving in and out of her.

“Aaaah,” she groaned breaking the kiss.

As her back arched, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy.

“Nooooo….” she groaned, “don’t stop now.”

As I lifted her hips and moved my knees below her, she threw her head back. I kissed and licked her all over her neck before moving down her body, and kissing both her boobs over her blouse. After a few minutes, I moved further down to her belly. By now, I had moved her saree well over her hips.

Her eyes went wide and mouth opened in surprise as I slid my tongue into her navel. I kissed and licked her all over her belly, gripping her ass with both my hands and lifting her up to meet my mouth.

She started flailing her hands and legs as I devoured her belly and navel.

Clearly, her husband didn’t bother much with foreplay as she had told me and most of these sensations were rather new to her.

By now my legs were well and truly under her and her ass was resting on my thighs.

After letting her enjoy these sensations, I decided to take her pleasure up a notch.

Continuing to devour her mouth and tongue, I pressed one hand against her breast and started caressing her leg with the other.

Lifting her hips to my mouth level, I stated kissing her pussy over her panties.

“Oh Goddddd,” she groaned.

I kissed and licked her all over the inside of her thighs, bit and licked her groin all around her panties and then started licking and sucking her pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she kept groaning, grinding her hips into my mouth. Her panties were soaked in no time with the mixture of her juices and my saliva.

As her body started inching closer to an orgasm, she tried pushing my head back off her pussy, “no, not like this,” she moaned, continuing to grind her hips into my mouth, “wait, listen to me, please wait.”

The moment I took my mouth off her pussy to look at her, she kicked me backwards and stood up on the bed and stripped off her blouse. She was gasping and panting heavily and her boobs were begging to be set free from the confines of lace her bra.

“He never ever even kissed me down there, leave alone what you were doing.” she gasped between deep breaths.

“I want to do a lot more, but without your panties in the way,” I said and pulled at her saree.

She turned around and the saree easily came off.

“What?” she asked.

“Just you wait,” I said grinning, looking at her from head to toe, “and enjoy the experience. This is going to be one Valentine’s day you will remember fondly for the rest of your life, I promise.”

“What 15 minutes to remember? Half an hour? The way you are taking your time, maybe one hour.” she said giggling.

“Oh we will see about that,” I said pulling her to me and burying my face in her belly.

I caressed her ass cheeks as I probed her navel with my tongue again.

Just three more pieces of clothing and then my dream would be naked before me, I thought.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as I enjoyed and explored every inch of her exposed belly with my tongue.

Eventually, she pushed me away.

Lifting one leg, she placed it on my shoulder and I got my first glimpse of her soaked panties.

Taking the hint, I sucked on her every toe before moving up to her ankles. After licking her ankles for a bit, I started licking her higher and higher up the inside of her leg.

“Ummmmmm” she moaned and started sucking on her finger, as I licked her all around the edge of her panties.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and tossed it on the bed.

“Fuck”, I grunted. Her glorious breasts were now naked before me. I pulled her leg and she landed on the bed giggling.

I was drying to see her naked and pulled her panties off.

Grabbing her ankles, I spread her legs. I was between her legs, staring at the entrance to heaven.

My raging hardon-pointed straight at her pussy through the tent in my tracks.

Getting on her elbows, she giggled, “you should see your face,” she said, “go on, put it in.”

“Not yet,” I mumbled, my voice barely escaping my throat, that had suddenly gone dry.

With that, I buried my face into her pussy, licking her up and down her opening.

Ishita groaned in pleasure. Encouraged, I started eating her hungrily.

She was already dripping wet and probably never had her pussy eaten — certainly not with the hunger, passion or intensity with which I was eating her.

Before long, her breathing got ragged and pussy muscles started twitching.

I took her clit in my lips and started sucking her and that drove her over the edge. When her orgasm hit, her eyes rolled, and body started shaking. Her legs twitched and she tried to break free of my mouth.

I grabbed her hips and held her in place, devouring her sweet honey right through her orgasm.

For what seemed like both a moment and an eternity at the same time, we lay in a tangle on the couch, kissing and groping each others’ bodies, our legs wrapped around each other.

Eventually her orgasm passed and she collapsed on the bed, spent. I continued eating her out till she groaned.

“Stop,” she said, pushing me off her pussy roughly, “just stop.”

I was taken aback. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

“Yes, you did,” she scolded, pushing me back and getting on her knees, “you didn’t have the decency to get naked. It’s not fair that I am naked you are fully dressed.”

I burst out laughing. She went for my tracks while I peeled off my tee-shirt. In no time, I was naked and she was staring at my erection with wide eyed wonder.

“So I wasn’t dreaming that night and it wasn’t just my imagination,” she said caressing my shaft lovingly with her finger tips, “you are huge.”

Precum was already leaking and she rubbed a finger across my tip and licked.

“Yumm,” she said winking at me before he said before taking as much of me in her mouth as she could. She sucked me and stroked me at the same time. My balls had been aching for a while and I did not last.

In less than two minutes, I tensed and she must have felt my cock twitching in her hand and mouth.

“Aaah Ishi,” I groaned, “I am cumming,”

She sucked and stroked me even harder till I grunted and grabbed my shaft. She opened her mouth just as spurt after spurt of cum erupted.

After swallowing my entire load, she sucked the head of my cock, sucking in the last of the trickling drops.

“That was quick,” she grinning after licking her lips and scooping the little spilled cum off her chin and boobs and sucking it off her finger.

“That was just warm up,” I said pushing her back on the bed, “besides, should I remind you, it’s been close to two hours since I arrived and we haven’t done much else. Even the chai is sitting in the living room wondering where we disappeared off to.”

She giggled at that.

In all of this time, her gorgeous boobs had not been given the due attention they deserved.

Her nipples were hard and erect when I licked one and then the other.

While I sucked one tit hungrily, I started pinching the other and squeezing her breast.

Ishita moaned with pleasure, pushing her breast into my mouth, urging me to suck harder.

I was only too happy to oblige, devouring her and sucking on her tit like a baby, making her moan and groan in pleasure. I even bit her nipple and Ishita squealed.

After a few minutes of enjoying one boob to the fullest, I switched attention to the other boob. She reached down to stroke my limp cock while I licked, sucked and bit one boob after the other.

By the time I decided to move lower down her body, both her breasts were sore with multiple love bites on each boob.

I kissed and licked her all over her belly, probed her navel with my tongue and kept moving down till I reached her pussy mound.

Spreading her legs wide, her all over her mound, in her groin region — pretty much everywhere except her opening.

“You know,” she moaned, grinding her hips trying to find my mouth with her pussy, “he barely kisses me for a few minutes before putting it in. But you… you should learn to stop teasing and do what a girl wants.”

Grinning at the back handed compliment, I licked her slit from the bottom to the top, before opening her pussy with my fingers and licking her clit.

“Aaaahhhhh….” she screamed, thrusting her pussy into my mouth. I sucked her clit and slid a couple fingers into her hole.

“Oh yes, oh my God yessssss!!!!” Ishita screamed as I ate and finger-fucked her.

After ten minutes of eating her out, she arched her back and started twitching.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God, I’m cummingggg,” she screamed.

Her body was rocked by an orgasm and she came squirting in my mouth.

I devoured her nectar and continued eating her till her orgasm passed.

“Incredible,” I said licking my lips, “that was delicious.”

“That’s never happened before,” she groaned, breathing heavily and gasping. “That’s never happened before,” she groaned, breathing heavily and gasping.

“Wow!” said licking the final drops of cum trickling out of her pussy, “I want more.”

“No stop,” she said pushing my head back as I started eating her again, “I want you in me.”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t want condoms. I want to feel your cock.”

“I may not be able to pull out.”

“I don’t want you to pull out,” she said, “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

Fuck, she was asking me cum inside her pussy.

This was getting better and better by the moment, and I didn’t need a second invitation.

Lifting her legs above my shoulders, I rubbed my cock against her opening a few times to lubricate it.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent O when I pushed my hardness inside her.

She threw her head back as I filled her pussy, pushing all the way in till I was completely buried inside her.

I held myself inside her and kissed her neck and boobs letting her get adjusted to my shaft inside her.

“Wow!” she gasped finally, kissing my mouth hungrily, “fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely, naked hunger in her eyes and voice.

That was my cue to start moving inside her.

“Make it last please,” she whispered hoarsely as I started moving harder and deeper with each stroke.

Before long, both her sets of lips were getting probed — my tongue wrestling with hers as we kissed and my hardness drilling her pussy.

She lifted her legs high and wide to let me go as deep into her as I could. She was incredibly tight and her pussy muscles gripped and milked my cock with every stroke.

Even though I had already cum in her mouth, I was highly turned on after her orgasm and wasn’t sure how long I would last.

I was soon drilling her hard and deep and inching closer and closer to my own release.

“Oh my God!” she groaned, “I can’t believe I am going to cum again. I have never had more than one orgasm in a day.”

My cock was starting to twitch and I knew I was close to my release, but I didn’t want it to end so soon.

“Oh maaaaa,” she groaned wriggling and twitching, “I am cummminnnggggg.”

I pulled out of her and wrapped my mouth around her pussy just as she exploded in yet another massive squirting orgasm.

She tried to wriggle away from my mouth but I held her in place and made sure I got most of her delicious honey.

I ate her right through her orgasm, making it last. Just as her orgasm seemed to be subsiding, a second wave hit, and then a third, and then a fourth.

It was the longest and the most violent orgasm I had ever witnessed and she kept squirting like a fountain right through it, feeding me her nectar.

After it finally passed, I turned her around and entered her doggy style.

This time, started pounding her really hard.

She kept screaming with pleasure and asking me to cum in her.

Soon, her body started shaking again as yet another orgasm started building up with her. I was close to my own release and was struggling hard to hold back.

I wanted for us to cum together and fought my urge to explode as long as I could.

Both of us screamed and hit our peak at the same time.

I shot load after load of cum deep inside her filling her pussy.

I collapsed on top of her as we both came down from our high and my cock started going limp inside her.

“My God,” she groaned turning around to face me, “that was unbelievable.”

“You are unbelievable bhabhi,” I said kissing her lovingly.

After catching our breaths for a few minutes, I pulled out of her.

“Want to do it again?” I asked offering her my limp cock to suck and stroke back to hardness.

She grinned, “that’s never happened to me either, ” she said and readily sucked my cock back to hardness.

It took over half an hour of sucking and stroking before I was ready to go again.

This time, she got on top riding me cowgirl.

I caressed her boobs and pinched her nipples while she rode me, bounding up and down.

I emptied my second load inside her pussy after twenty minutes of intense fucking when her pussy lips contracted and gripped my cock even harder during her orgasm.

“You are a monster,” she said kissing me when she collapsed on top of me, “and I love your monster.”

Totally spent, we kissed and caressed each others’ naked, sweat soaked bodies till we drifted off to sleep.

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It was late afternoon when we woke up. She led me to the shower. Showering together led to more sex and creamed her pussy for a third time in the day.

After the shower, we returned to bed and lay curled together kissing, our naked bodies wrapped around each other.

After a while, she said she was famished in spite of ‘my monster’ feeding her pussy so much and offered to cook us something.

I suggested we order in some food and she ordered it on her phone.

“It will be here in an hour,” she said with a wicked smile on her face, “what do we do till then?”

“I think of a thing or two,” I said pulling her to me. We fucked for 45 minutes in every imaginable position. She had two more orgasms before I creamed her pussy for the fourth time.

“Four times!” she moaned, “unbelievable.” We were asleep even before the food arrived.

When I woke up with a boner, it was already dark outside.

The bed was empty, so I got off the bed and checked in the bathroom, which was also empty, so I went looking for her without bothering to put on any clothes.

I found her in the kitchen — also stark naked and dripping wet from the shower she clearly had just taken — heating up the food that had been delivered at her door after we fell asleep. She smiled when she glanced down at my half erection.

“Aren’t you satisfied yet?” she said raising her eyebrows, continuing to heat the food.

“How can I ever be satisfied with you bhabhi?” I said my erection growing as I took in her naked body.

“Ishi, remember?” she reminded me.

“Sorry… Ishi,” I said. Smiling, she picked up the food and headed towards the dining table. Plates were already set and I took the chair opposite her.

Through dinner, she reached between my legs and played with my cock with her foot. By the time we were done eating, I was rock hard and ready for action.

“What now?” she said clearing the table.

“I need dessert,” I said, picking her up over my shoulders and carrying her back to the bedroom.

“I have no intention of sleeping tonight nor am I going to let you.” I said dropping her on the bed.

We fucked right through the night, taking breaks to recharge our batteries.

I took her in every imaginable position, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm and kept depositing load after load of my cum deep inside her.

We woke up mid-morning and showered together. back in bed, I mounted her and started fucking her again.

After thirty minutes, she had cum twice before I shot my load into her.

Even after fucking her repeatedly all day and all night, my cock didn’t want to leave her pussy.

Still buried in her, I was starting to go hard again as I ate her mouth while our sweat soaked bodies were wrapped around each other.

That’s when the phone rang.

She rolled over on her side to answer the phone. I lifted her leg and entered her sideways from behind.

“Hello,” she said answering her husband’s call while I started moving inside her pussy.

“Are you ok?” he asked, concern in his voice at the way his wife sounded.

“Don’t stop,” she mouthed silently to me starting to grind her hips and thrusting her pussy up to meet my cock. Pointing at her phone, she mouthed, “it’s him.”

“Yes,” she said panting as I picked up pace and started drilling her, “I decided to go for a jog and just got back home.”

I sucked her a nipple while continuing to drill her pussy.

I had a fair idea what the conversation was about and was trying to make the most of my chance before she got mad and threw me out.

“Did you get my Valentine’s day gift yesterday?” he asked. By now, I was pounding her hard and on the verge of cumming.

“Gift?” she asked. Her body arched and started shaking as her orgasm hit.

“Didn’t Vijay bring you the bouquet of flowers and lingerie I ordered as a surprise?” I couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted deep inside her.

“Oh that,” she said as my cum flooded her pussy, “thank you for the best Valentine’s gift ever. I enjoyed it all day and all night yesterday and plan to enjoy it everyday and every night till you return.”

“Why just till I return?” he asked, “why not after I am back too?”

“Sure!” she said, “Why not indeed?” she disconnected the call winking at me.

THE END

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