The next morning I was awaken by warmth wrapped around my cock, I opened my eyes not having got home till midnight to see movement under the blanket. I let out a moan as Reema woke me up the best way possible…with a blowjob. This happened once in a while, but never got old; it also helped, since I really wasn’t a morning person usually…until I’d my first cup of coffee. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet pleasure of Reema’s mouth; she used the whole arsenal in her cock sucking agenda, teasing the mushroom head, licking my entire cock with long sweet strokes, sucking my balls into her mouth, deep throating me and using her amazing saliva trick. The variety is purposely used, to make it last longer, there have been times she was pleasuring my cock with her mouth for over an hour, this time it was just over 15 minutes when I felt the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. My legs stiffened like they always do and a few seconds later I filled her mouth with my seed, like always; she swallowed every drop and continued her constant rhythm until I was completely drained.
She crawled up, kissing my chest until she finally reached my face and we were eye to eye “Morning dear…”
“Morning…I so love your special wake-up call….” I replied.
“Hmmm…I so love my morning appetizer…” Reema purred back, leaning in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss she asked “So did you get done?”
“Yes…Kailash came up with an idea around ten…and we scripted it…just have to recheck it this morning…” I replied.
“Cool…will you be home for dinner tonight?” she asked.
“No…the meeting is in the evening…then we’re taking the clients out for dinner…” I replied.
“Really…let me guess…drinks and steak….” She said, all dramatic.
“Yes…” I shrugged.
“Well I’m happy…I made sure to get second day of whirlwind sexual pleasure done early…” She smiled.
“If you want…you can get every day done early…” I joked, slapping her ass as she got off me.
“Oh…this is nothing…the things I’ve planned for you are…wait for it…legendary…” she smiled, shrugged and jumped in the shower.
I would like to say the rest of the day was as riveting as my morning wake-up call, but it wasn’t. The meeting went well, although the group was really a bunch of stiffs. The evening ended up with an official agreement, after that the dinner was good and a few pegs of whiskey loosened them up a bit. It was two when I reached home.
When I finally opened my eyes, a hangover clearly at work, I rolled over.
“Good afternoon…sleepyhead…” Reema said.
“Is it really afternoon already?” I turned to the clock and said.
“Yes…Sit up! I got the cure for your hangover…” she said.
“I can’t believe how late we went…” I mumbled, still not fully awake.
“What time did you get home?” Reema put the tray on my lap and asked.
“It was after three…” I answered through a yawn.
“Thank you….I so needed this…” I sighed, before taking a long sip of the shake.
“No problem…” Reema replied.
“Could we hit a movie this evening…what do you think?” I said.
“No decisions until I eat…” Reema replied. We ate in silence and once done, she said “Well…I think I should continue with my plan…”
“Plan…” I asked.
“Of course…today is the third day of our whirlwind sexual pleasure…” she winked.
“How could I forget…” I mocked.
“Indeed…how could you…” she retorted, her wit as quick as mine.
“So what is on the agenda today? Going to The Flying Elephant again?” I asked.
“Hmmm…you wish to meet Savitha again…don’t you…” she teased, grabbing her purse.
“Well…I think I can handle her…” I responded acting like a stud.
“Let’s go stud boy…” Reema said.
“Where” I asked.
“You will find out…” she answered, flicking me on the nose. I reluctantly followed her, although I’ve to admit I was slightly curious. We drove, chatting about trivial work stuff and making plans for getting me to the airport Tuesday morning, before arriving at the worst place on earth for a man, especially a man with a hangover, the mall!
“Really…Reema…you can’t be serious…” I groaned.
“Of course…I’m…but don’t you worry…I guarantee you will enjoy it…” she promised.
“Unless it includes a blowjob…I doubt you’ll be able to keep that promise…” I quipped, the glass clearly half empty at the moment. She ignored my negativity and hopped out of the car, I quickly followed her and we made our way through the throngs of people searching for Diwali presents. Being the good husband I was, I already had her presents and they were amazing. I assumed Reema had mine already too; we walked through the entire mall before finally reaching our apparent destination, a store called Silk & Satin.
“Still hate me?” Reema said smiling mischievously.
“Well…that depends on why we’re going to Silk & Satin…” I replied.
“Follow me…” she said, reaching for my hand and pulling me inside. I was like a fat kid in a candy store; this was wall to wall thin lingerie, naughty costumes and silk stockings. I could even begin to know which way to turn.
“So tonight…is role play fun…you can choose any costume you want me to try on here and I will…then you can pick three to buy…one that I’ll wear tonight when we role play…” Reema said smiling.
“Role play…Anything” I questioned.
“Anything your heart and cock desires…” She teased, she sauntered wiggling her ass perfectly and reaching for a nurse outfit. “Want me to take your temperature?”
“I know…my blood is boiling…” I countered; Reema laughed and disappeared behind a curtain. As she changed, I perused the costumes, choosing a few for her to try on. She peeked from behind the curtain “I need some white thigh highs…” I went over to the stocking area and grabbed a pair of white thigh highs with seams down the back, I gave them to her; excited to see her in the whole nurse’s ensemble. A minute later, she called “You ready?”
“More than ready…” I flirted. She revealed herself and I gasped; she looked radiant, naughty and absolutely fuck-able.
“You look so hot…I want to do you here…” I said.
“So I’ll take that as I should get this one?” she smirked.
“1 million percent yes…” I declared.
“I see you’ve a collection for me to try on…” she noticed.
“Well…we’re here already…” I shrugged; she reached for the cop’s outfit.
“Hmmm…we may need to get some handcuffs too…” She winked and disappeared again. I’m sure it was less than three minutes for her to change outfits, but it was enough time for me to start creating nasty fantasies in my head of me being a patient and she a nurse helping me recover. She popped out again and who knew a cop could be so hot. That said if all cop outfits were this tight and short, I’m sure the police would get a lot more positive attention “So” she asked.
“I would love to use my baton stick on you…” I said, going for witty.
“Well…I’ve a couple dangerous weapons here myself…” Reema replied, squeezing her breasts together.
“I surrender…although…feel free to use force…” I put my hands out and joked.
She chuckled and reached for the remaining outfits. “I may be here all day…” Next she came out in a school girl’s outfit, except instead of knee high socks; she still had on the white thigh highs, she sauntered over to me “Sir…what should I do to get more marks…”
“I don’t think you fully comprehended the rise and fall of the Roman Empire…but I think you may excel in a different type of rise and fall…” I responded, as her finger slid slowly down my chest.
“If we were at home right now…I would fall to my knees…and wait for you to rise to attention…” She said.
“Too late…” I replied, honestly.
As she walked back to change again, she added “Of course…I would need beige thigh highs for this outfit to really work…”
“Of course…” I agreed, not caring what color the stocking were. Next she came out in what was, I think, a fire fighter’s outfit, although it was too skimpy for me to be sure. I only concluded this from what she said, although all dressed in red and contrasting white stockings she was ridiculously hot “I hear there is a fire…that needs to be put out…”
“Actually…I think you may need my hose…it’s already fully loaded…” I replied with similar sexual innuendo.
“This one is may be too hot?” She laughed.
“Nice pun…” I pointed out as she disappeared again.
“I need beige pantyhose...dear…” she took longer this time and called out.
“Ok…” I replied, just as a saleswoman in her early thirty finally came over.
“I’ll get some for you sir…” she offered.
“Thanks…” I replied and she quickly left and just as quickly returned, she went to the change room area and handed them to Reema. They both were in there a couple of minutes, just enough time for my mind to play nasty tricks on me, before they both came out. If the other uniforms had me panting, this one had me literally drooling, she was a Super-girl. She had the cape and everything, her firm breasts were barely being held in by the super tight T-shirt, just the same as my cock was barely held in check in my pants.
“I think this outfit would work even better with darker pantyhose…say maybe mocha…” the saleswoman suggested.
“I concur…” my super-girl wife agreed. The saleswoman left and Reema said “Does something here need saving?”
“On very much so…” I replied, as Reema’s hand reached my stiff cock.
“Hmmm…this would need a lot of tender loving care…maybe I need to be in the nurse outfit…” she purred. The saleswoman unfortunately returned with darker pantyhose and suggested “You should try these on…and they come in the crotch-less variety…”
“The what” I asked.
“Crotch-less…for easy access…that way…she can keep the uniform on while role playing…as you penetrate her…” the saleswoman replied.
I gasped and Reema replied “Well that’s very convenient…Thank you…Rubina…”
How did my wife know her name? Reema disappeared again as Rubina said “I’ll pack up the other things we talked about …”
“Sounds good…” from back, Reema called back.
“What other things?” I asked curious.
“It’s a surprise…” Rubina smiled, her smile so knowing that I could only conclude it was something sexual and awesome. Rubina disappeared and my wife reappeared in the same outfit but with darker pantyhose. And I’d to agree, the dark color made the amazing outfit out of this world. I desperately wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Know all I’ve to do is unbutton this button that keeps my shirt tight against me…and you’ve instant access to your kryptonite…” Reema smiled, she did and the shirt popped up a bit and I could clearly make out the hole that led to her precious hole.
I smiled, reaching for her, my hand going to her pussy “And I know exactly how to make you weak at the knees…” Reema let out a gasp as my finger slid inside her already damp pussy, she pushed me back after a couple of seconds “Oh…I want to feel your kryptonite in my kryptonite…but…oh fuck…” she looked around and no one was watching so she pulled me into the change room and into a smaller stall. As soon as the door was closed she pulled out my cock, bent over and I slid into her standing up; I knew we’d limited time so I didn’t waste a second as I quickly pumped her cunt, she desperately tried to silence her moans as I drilled her hard and deep. The fucking gave new definition to the meaning of quickie as in less than two minutes, I was releasing cum into her; I wanted to keep fucking her and get her off, but she stood up and said, reading my mind “Don’t worry…you can return the favor later…”
“I love you…” I replied, leaning in for a kiss.
“I love you too…” she replied, once the kiss ended. I quickly exited the stall just as another woman was entering the change room; she gave me an odd look, but I scurried out before any scene could be made. A couple of minutes later, Reema returned back in her original outfit and said “I’ll just buy them all…”
“A very good decision…” I replied, we headed to the till; already wrapped in a bag was the secret purchase and we were on our way back to the car. It was easily the best clothing purchase ever. The next couple of hours included a variety of not thrilling errands in the mall that were way less tedious after our quick fuck and the knowledge that tonight was going to be…wait for it…legendary.
“So which outfit…do you plan to wear tonight?” Once back in the cat and on the road, I asked.
“Ohh…I’ve something very…fun in mind for you tonight…” she teased, her hand landing on my leg.
“You really are my kryptonite…” I replied, swerving back into my lane after drifting a bit from her touch and words.
“And you’re mine…” she copied, her hand giving a gentle squeeze.
I drove wondering, which it would be, there were three more outfits she hadn’t tried on yet; but we had purchased, a Sweet Belle dress, her favorite Disney princess, a flapper dress and a naughty nun outfit. Each outfit had different fantasies spinning in my head at a high-speed pace. My cock stayed stiff the whole drive home.
Two hours later, dinner and dishes done, we were in the living room watching the news when Reema said “I’m going to call Mom…”
“Sure…” I replied, wondering if this role playing thing was a no-go tonight, as phone calls with her mother were not known for their brevity. Reema left, as she always went to the bedroom to chat with her Mother, and I flipped on the cricket game. Ten minutes later I heard Reema, the sound of heels on the hardwood floor and looked up to see the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on. My wife Reema was dressed in an outfit I’d not seen earlier today. She had recreated herself as a 1950's goddess. Now there in front of me, slowly walking down the stairs one at a time, was my wife in a poodle skirt, the same dark pantyhose, which I assumed were crotch-less, a fluorescent pink blouse with two buttons already undone to showcase her perfect cleavage, two pigtails and a sucker in her mouth. Oh, how I badly wanted to be that sucker.
Once she reached me, she put one leg on the couch clearly presenting her pussy, surrounded by pantyhose, and quoted Grease “Tell me about it….stud….”
“I…I….you’re electrifying….” I stammered, rendered utterly speechless by my wife.
She straddled my lap and leaned in for a passionate kiss. We made out like horny teenagers, our tongues swirling inside each other’s mouths and our breathing heavy. Once she broke the kiss, she went to my ear and nibbled it while pulling off my shirt. Once off, she explored my neck and chest completely. Kissing, nibbling, and licking every crevice. Time stood still as she made love to my entire body. Eventually, she made it to below the waist and once she had my pants off, she continued the deep exploring. My legs, my feet, my ass were explored in complete depth, the whole time purposely ignoring my stiff cock. Unable to take it anymore, it was my turn to explore. I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on our king-sized bed. I wanted to fuck her in costume, so my exploration was limited to the uncovered parts of her luscious body. I spattered her neck with kisses; I teased her ear with my tongue; I massaged her arms gently; I slid to her feet and sucked each toe through the sheer nylon; I kissed and licked every inch of her pantyhose covered legs...everywhere but her glistening wet pussy.
Eventually, it was she who broke first “Please….I can’t last much longer….Fuck me…fuck me now….”
I wanted to be able to hold onto her pantyhose ankles so I demanded, showing a bit of dominance I usually don’t show “Get on all fours now…baby…”
“Hmmmm…I like a man who knows what he wants….” she moaned; quickly obeying my command. Getting behind her, I rubbed my cock on her pantyhose covered ass. It felt so good that I ended up teasing both me and Reema. She began pushing back pleading “Stop teasing me…..I need your cock in me so bad….”
Although I could have continued the slow tease forever, I obliged her request and slipped my cock easily inside her wet cunt. Once deep inside her warmth, I asked “So…since you are so horny and desperate to cum…I’m going to let you fuck me…”
She looked back slightly confused as I grabbed both her ankles. Catching onto my instructions, she smiled “Hold on cowboy…” Instantly, she leaned forward and then bounced back taking my cock deeper into her than I ever could if I was on top. Obviously the depth shocked her, as she let out a loud yelp. Once she got accustomed to my cock buried so deep in her, she began to bounce back and forth, riding my cock. Her moaning instantly began as did her heavy breathing. I watched her perfect pantyhose covered ass move back and forth as she desperately tried to bring herself to orgasm. As her moaning continued, her breathing got heavier and I knew she was going to cum soon. Yet, she didn’t. Her moans continued, eventually a few minutes later turning into whimpers as she attempted to come, but couldn't. It was so fucking hot and yet also somewhat amusing to watch her growing frustration.
Finally she said “I can’t come this way…I need to be on my back….”
“Beg…” I demanded something I’d never requested from her before.
She didn’t even blink an eye as she moaned “Oh….please fuck me…Fuck your little slut…make her cum…”
She had also never referred to herself as a slut, which had my cock twitch uncontrollably, still buried inside her. She obviously felt it as she moaned “Oh you like that do you…you like hearing your wife call herself a slut…a whore…your dirty plaything…” She moved allowing my cock to slip out of her as she continued “Do you want your slut to suck your cock?”
She crawled to my cock and looked up at me, waiting my answer. Realizing the role play was turning her on, I took control “Yes slut…I want your cock sucking mouth wrapped around my big cock…I want to see those ruby red whore lips swallow me whole…do a good job…maybe I’ll fuck that wet cunt of yours….” After saying cunt, I paused, knowing she despised that word.
I needn’t have worried as she deep-throated my cock and began sucking it like a porn star. I watched my beautiful wife, in pigtails slobbering all over my cock and decided it was time to get her off. I ordered “On your back…slut…”
She quickly fell onto her back and opened her pantyhose-clad legs. I positioned myself between those silk legs and ordered “Beg baby…beg for my hard cock…”
Looking deadly serious, her eyes boring into mine, she begged “Oh yes baby…shove that cock in my cunt…no your cunt …you own it…you call it what you want…”
So horny and the foreplay now officially over, I slipped my cock back inside her lava hot box. As soon as I entered her she got animated “Oh yes…fuck your slut…fuck her hard…”
I tried to oblige, going as fast and deep as I could, each thrust hitting her pelvis. Her moans echoed through the room as did her nasty words “Oh god yes…baby…harder baby…fuck my cunt like the slut I am…your slut…your sluuuuut…” Her legs tightened around me and pulled me in as her orgasm shuddered through her entire being. I sat there, lodged deep inside her, as the orgasm filled her with pure bliss. I knew from experience that once she cummed, my job was to just hold her until the orgasm had completely subsided. Time stood still as I watched my beautiful wife and her red cheeks as she tried to calm down her erratic breathing. Eventually, she released me from her cocoon and I rolled beside her. She looked at me, her smile unable to hide how great I had made her feel “That was fucking amazing….”
“Agreed….” I replied.
“Now it’s your turn…” she smiled, moving in to give me one of her amazing blowjobs.
I stopped her. “I want you to try something new…” I said.
“Reeeeeally…” she smiled, clearly ready to do whatever I asked.
“I want you to give me a foot-job…” I said.
“Hmmmmm….that’s a new one…” she said, laid me onto my back and then with a bit of struggle got my cock between the soles of her two pantyhose-clad feet. She slowly began to move her pantyhose-covered feet up and down on my cock. The feeling was so enthralling. Her silk covered feet were a new sensation of pleasure. As she got more comfortable, she began to get in a rhythm, not as fast as with her hand or mouth, but at a reasonable pace to get the juices flowing.
After a couple of minutes of this, she began to talk dirty again “Cum for me…baby….Shoot your cum all over your slut’s stocking feet…I want it…I want you cum on my feet…Cum baby…cum for me…cum for your slut….” Her dirty talk was the final push I needed to come and when she reached between her legs and began spanking her clit while she foot-fucked me I cum. I grunted, and watched as cum sprayed straight in the air and landed on her feet and our sheets. Once I was done cumming, she somehow pulled her foot up to her mouth and sucked cum into her mouth. It was so fucking hot. She repeated the obscene move with her other foot, smiling at me as she made a show of cleansing her foot of my cum. Once done, she shocked me one last time as she moved between my legs and retrieved cum that had landed on the sheets. It was so hot that my cock didn’t shrink as it should have as I watched Reema, dressed as a 50's innocent, sucking cum off the sheets like a complete slut.
Eventually, both exhausted, we collapsed together on our bed and, with my arms wrapped around her never wanting to let her go, we drifted into slumber.
I woke up expecting some sort of hot kinky sex; but found the bed empty, I felt a surprising wave of disappointment to not see her in bed. I yawned and could hear music downstairs; so I grabbed my robe and made my way to the kitchen, I could smell the delicious aroma of bread omelet, once I reached the kitchen my morning got even better. Reema, naked except for her apron to cover her precious parts, was making bread omelet and making coffee. Breakfast had never been so sexy, she smiled, grabbed the coffee and sauntered over to me, leaned over to give me an ample peak at her firm breasts, and poured my coffee. Once my coffee was poured, she returned to the stove and finished making breakfast.
I sipped my coffee and just admired Reema and her determination to continue to make our marriage spontaneous. She finished the last of the bread omelet and made me a plate. She returned to the kitchen table and handed me a plate with omelet and toast.
“Good morning…this is an interactive breakfast…” she smiled and said.
“Interactive?” I asked confused. Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth. Stunned, yet again, I took a bite of toast as my wife Reema slowly sucked my cock. I grabbed the sports section of the paper and checked the scores while I’d breakfast and got a slow blowjob. One of my dreams was to be watching football, with a beer in one hand, a plate with steak in front of me while Reema gave me the exact same luxurious blowjob. Reema pleasured my cock with such tenderness; I doubt I would have cum if we stayed in these positions for the whole day. I would have just continued to be in a perpetual state of pleasure. Alas, after fifteen minutes I was finished breakfast and decided my wife deserved some pleasure too. I said “Get up here…. baby….”
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” She crawled out from underneath the table with a smile on her face and said.
“It was delicious…. very relaxing…but I think it’s time for you to have the same luxurious breakfast…” I replied.
“I already ate…” she replied, before adding to clarify “breakfast I mean…”
“Well, then I guess I should have dessert…” I smiled, lifting her onto the table and spreading her legs. I moved to her pussy and gave long, wide licks of her still dry pussy lips. The wetness soon came and I continued with long up and down strokes, eager to get her off. I felt her lean back and I was surprised when I saw a yellow banana in my face “Fuck me with this baby…while you suck my clit”
Not one to disagree with my wife's pleasure, I took the long, curved fruit and slipped it inside her now very damp pussy. Moving my head up a bit, I moved up and concentrated on her clit. Tentative at first with the fruit, I began to pump Reema’s pussy with it when she demanded “Fuck me….baby…fuck me fast…” As I obeyed her request, her breathing got heavier, and I knew the double pleasure of my mouth on her clit and the banana in her pussy was going to get her off soon. “Oh God yes…don’t stop baby…don’t you dare fucking stop…” she screamed as she got closer and seconds later exploded all over the make-shift fuck toy.
Taking charge, I let go of her clit, pulled out the banana, pulled her off the table, bent her over the table and slid my cock inside her just fucked pussy. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when I began to pound her from behind. Her loud moans continued with each thrust. “Oh yes…baby…fuck me…I want to feel your cum deep inside me…”
One of her hands held onto the table for grip while the other reached for the banana and she sucked her juices off the long, yellow fruit. The sight was hot, obscene and so out of character for Reema that it had my balls bubbling and three more hard deep thrusts was all I needed to fill her with my seed. I continued slow pumps into her as I finished my orgasm. Once spent, I fell back on my chair and Reema turned around peeled the banana and took a bite.
“You continue to surprise me…” I replied, watching her eat the banana that was just buried inside her. I know by peeling the fruit it was still clean and so forth, but it still seemed so naughty. Again foreshadowing even more naughtiness, she teased, finishing the banana “Oh baby…there is so much more to cum….and I definitely indeed meant the pun..” She sat on my lap, her wetness leaking onto my leg and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss.
We both eventually unwrapped ourselves from our lust and got ready for work. As I drove to work forty-five minutes later, I knew I had the best wife in the world.
After yesterday’s morning sex, I went over 24 hours without any action. Last night, Reema worked late getting Ritika’s project ready and I packed and went to bed early. I was leaving for a two-day conference in Chennai. I was getting so used to her surprises, I expected some sort of action in the morning, or on the drive to the airport, but it was all business. Hugs, kisses, promises to call tonight.
The day itself was uneventful. A two-hour delay at the airport, a painfully bumpy flight and a stupidly expensive cab ride and I was in Chennai. That afternoon I did some shopping, bought Reema a couple of sweet she would love. I took a risk, buying her an expensive gold dress that I was sure she would love. Although my track record at buying her clothing was spotty at best (the wrong size, unflattering colors, etc.), I was confident this was perfect.
I had a great dinner at an overpriced steakhouse and retreated to my room around 7:30. As I collapsed on my king-sized bed, I checked my phone for messages and learned it was dead. I grabbed a charger and plugged it in. I noticed three missed calls from Reema, one from Javad, a colleague, and five missed WhatsApp messages all from Reema:
The first one was while I was in the air.
Reema : Have a good flight...I saw you were delayed.
The second one came at around lunch.
Reema : I’m having a cucumber salad for lunch. What else can a cucumber be used for?
My cock twitched at that sexual innuendo. The third came near 6:00 pm.
Reema : I’m so horny right now...I’m going through withdrawal.
I was too I realized my growing cock pointed out. The forth text was one hour ago.
Reema : Called you twice. Turn on your phone so I can turn you on.
Now fully erect, I checked the last message.
Reema : I found out what else a cucumber can be used for...too bad you didn’t answer my last call.
She wouldn't? Would she? A week ago, I would have said no, but now...hmmmm...maybe. I tried calling her back, but it was my turn to get no answer. I sighed and texted her.
Sorry baby, my phone died. Back at the hotel now. Probably just going to watch porn and wish you were here.
Of course, I didn’t watch porn, I watched a football game. I was just dozing off when my cell rang. It was Reema.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked.
“A travel day. Long, frustrating and tiresome” I replied.
“Too bad I wasn’t there to make you feel better” she teased.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish…” I threatened.
“Hmmmm…is that a challenge?” she asked.
Unsure what she meant, I decided to play along, “Yes, it is.”
“Game on…Do you know what I’m wearing right now?” she replied.
“I’m going to go with a monkey suit” I joked.
"Haha….you pervert! That probably would turn you on…” she teased.
“Anything you wear turns me on, baby” I countered.
“You don’t have to suck up baby, you already have me.”
“Just stating the facts ma’am” I replied.
“Anyways, the answer to my simple question is absolutely nothing” she said.
“Hmmm…” I moaned, envisioning her on our bed naked, before adding “not even undergarments?”
“Nope…as naked as the day I was born…Question…” she replied.
“Yes…” I replied, used to her changing subjects randomly with one word: question.
“If I was to dyke out with someone else, who would you like it to be?”
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I think my question was pretty clear” she rebuked, teasing me.
Realizing there was no good answer to this question, I answered “I refuse to answer based on the reality that whoever I say could lead to dire consequences for me later.”
“Good call…but I already know the answer…” she teased.
“You do?” I asked.
“Savitha, correct?” she hypothesized, correctly.
“She would be a decent choice” I answered, remembering the waitress from The Flying Elephant restaurant.
“Hmmm…” she moaned into the phone, “that’s it Savitha…lick my pussy.”
“What?” I repeated like an imbecile.
Ignoring me, she continued “Oh fuck yes…Savitha…your tongue feels so good on my pussy….”
Briefly my mind wondered whether this was real or just role playing before I decided who cares and with my free hand struggled to release my growing cock. Her breathing increased and I knew that she indeed was having her pussy pleasured, although I assumed it was by her hand or toy. “Oh god Savitha…why didn’t we start doing this long time ago? Your face buried between my legs is fucking hot…”
I heard a muffled “I don't know” which confused me even more. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me. My free hand went to my cock as my wife Reema continued talking to me “Fuck Yash…Savitha, has my cunt so fucking wet…Too bad you weren’t here to watch...maybe join in….”
Deciding to play along, I said “Oh baby…if I was there I would do more than just watch….”
She moaned “Oh really, baby? What would you do? Shove your cock in my mouth while Savitha pleasured me? Push her out of the way and shove your big cock in me? Or would you fuck Savitha from behind, pounding her so hard her face was shoved deep inside my wet cunt?”
I couldn’t believe her words or her using the word cunt again. Her moans were increasing and I responded “I would shove my cock in Savitha’s mouth and get it nice and hard.”
“Hmmm…” she moaned “and then?”
Realizing she was getting turned on by my dirty talk, I continued “When I would have both you sluts on your knees, your tight asses high up for me, and I would go back and forth fucking each of your whore cunts.” Her moans continued as I got more detailed “I would do five quick strokes in you and then five in Savitha. I would do three more in you and three in Savitha. I would slap your ass while I buried my cock deep in Savitha and repay the favor when I buried my cock deep in your wet cunt.”
“Oh god….baby….keep talking…I’m close…” she moaned.
Deciding she wanted to be dominated verbally, I said “I would then throw Savitha onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove my cock in her. While I fucked her, I would order you to straddle her and lower your soaking wet cunt on her pretty face and pull your hair leading you to her clit. You would suck on her clit while your husband’s cock filled her cunt so completely.”
“Oh god…yes…baby…that is so fucking hot…” she moaned.
Knowing she was close, I went for the kill “I would keep drilling her, until I could no longer hold it and I would pull out and shoot my load all over your face, Reema, just as Savitha’s tongue got you off….”
“Aaaaaaah…” she screamed, clearly coming. I was right behind her as I shot a load of cum all over myself a few seconds later.
She heard my grunt and moaned “You coming too, baby?”
“Yessssss…” I grunted into the phone.
Silence suddenly filled the room except our heavy breathing from miles away. Finally, she spoke “Well, that was fun.”
“Indeed…it was…” I replied.
We talked for a few minutes and agreed that we probably wouldn’t have a chance to talk tomorrow. I was in a meeting from eight until at least five and that was followed by a dinner with a potential group of clients. We said our goodbyes and I finished watching sports highlights before hitting the hay.
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