Part 1 - Acquaintances
Alright, here is a story, not a made up one or something I found over the internet, but an encounter I had last year. By this time I had a few memorable experiences with couples and participated in MFM threesomes. It all started in a cuckold chatroom on chatzy, and as it turned out, the couple were 28 and 26, the girl being 28, and they had been recently married, for like a year. I started speaking with the guy, he seemed really nice and open minded and told me about his wife and how he had this fantasy of seeing her fuck another guy. He said he was sometimes very strong in his urges and sometimes he had a guilt trip over this. So we started talking and became friends, we talked for like two weeks before having any kind of contact with the wife. After the first couple of weeks, he himself brought up the proposition that I should be speaking to his wife. Up until this point I wasn't even sure if he was really what he said he was, and for some reason I didn't reason much with what he said either. So he said that he had been thinking of introducing me to his wife, but since living in a society that we did, the initial contact should be on telegram. And so, I began speaking with his wife. Another couple of weeks went by talking to her, by this time I began to slowly understand that she was much more of a one man type of a woman, but she had been incredibly bothered by her husband's desires since she was almost sure, that this would change once she went to bed with another guy. Having his husband watch was something that was totally out of proposition. So the talking continued and and she used to tell me that her husband was really hopeful but that she didn't think anything should happen between us. So she was asking for me to let her know the ways that she could let her husband down.
Part 2-The Friendship
By the time all this happened, almost five to six weeks had gone by and she had began to consider me a friend and confide in me. I too had told her, that if she didn't want anything sexual to happen, I was okay with it since I was getting laid on the regular and could use a friend. And so we continued talking and getting to know more about each other. Now, one thing that happened was that her husband was getting impatient with each passing day, and she was getting more and more irritated with him. So, we decided to have a group chat where I would lightly flirt with her and keep him entertained a bit, also on the side we decided to have a meetup with her husband included and that is where she would let him down easily saying that she didn't find me attractive after meeting me in person, and telling him not to worry and she would do it after finding someone for her herself. Also, during the weeks that we had been talking, I had been sending her some good cuckold porn videos from both pornhub and xhamster. Also some cuckold conditioning videos for couples and hotwives. This had been going regular on the side during our conversations, just for the sake of her understanding the perspective of the fetish before she discarded it completely. So it was decided that we would meet in a dining place in the complex of one of the most upscale hotels in delhi, so that we could have a nice chat and a quiet comfortable place to talk. Now, the husband still thought that it was kind of an encounter where something could happen, but we knew that it was just a cushion to land him soft. So I told her to wear a jeans and a short top with heels (she had a petite body) and we would see how it goes.
Part 3 - The Meetup
I had some time to ******* and the hotel was nearby so I took a shower and got ready, and went to the restaurant a bit beforehand since sheduled. I was sitting there enjoying some light music and thinking of ways the conversation could go. I was also feeling sorry for the poor dude since this was not going to end up how he had been hoping. Around the agreed time, I see a couple approaching from a distance and I promptly dismiss them as another couple as the woman had been wearing a saree, a traditional indian dress rather than a jeans and a top. To my surprise, it was her in the saree as they approached closer and closer. Both of them were good looking and well dressed, but my god she looked absolutely amazing in that red saree. That was the first moment I realized that how badly I wanted to touch her and undress her and fuck her. She was really fair and radiant from indian standards, and very beautiful. The dim light of the restaurant made the facial features so prominent. Her body curves were so well accentuated by the outfit she had chosen to wear. That was the time I began to feel sorry for myself, rather than the dude. Because, now I was the one wanting something to happen, and knowing that it wasn't going to broke my heart. We sat down after exchanging the pleasantries and began talking about everything from their professions to their plans for having a kid, their families and everything. We were about to finish dinner and he went to the washroom when I asked her when she was planning on letting him down. She said that after dinner we will take a walk to the outside and she would let him down easily. I asked her about her choice of outfit, and she said she just wanted him to feel anxious, since she had chosen to look like a newly wed bride with her look and she wanted to feel the anticipation as if it were going to feel if she ever chose on doing it for real. So far so good.
Part 4-
So he returns from the washroom, and we finish dinner and we are talking while sitting in the waiting lounge of the hotel. Now, I am just waiting for her to drop the bomb and expecting them to walk away while my heart was wrenching that I could not have a chance with her.
The Let Down- She told us that she needed to go to the bathroom and while she came back she went to the hotel's reception desk for a brief moment , and I saw the receptionist hand her something. While I was puzzled with what was going on and me and the husband having small talk waiting for her to be back. Also, another peculiar thing that happened was that she didn't ******* anything while having dinner, although she usually preferred a ******* dining out. So she comes back to sit with us, but this time she chooses to sit beside me while earlier she was sitting with her husband, we all sitting on sofas arranged in L shape. While sitting beside me and telling her husband that now she is incredibly tired after having an entire week of working hard, and she wanted to have some sleep for herself. She began telling him that she found it incredibly unfair to her that he used to pester him with all these fantasies while she had no interest in them, and that this week she had hit her breaking point. By this time, the husband's face had turned white and he was sweating profusely even though we had been sitting in an air-conditioned space. It appeared as if his legs had began shivering and he was afraid that he and his wife were going to have a big fight or if she was going to shut his fantasy down for good.
Part 5 - The Let Down (contd.)
So she continued talking, now while playing a bit with her hair and looking straight, deep into his eyes leaning forward and telling him that she thought that he was an incredibly selfish guy for thinking only about himself and his fantasies and that she didn't hold him in the same regard that she used to hold him earlier. All of this was now getting a bit tense as her choice of words were getting harsh and she continued. She began telling him that she was under a lot of stress and duress with what had been ****** upon her in the last three four months upto the point that she didn't even know if she was the same person anymore. The eye contact didn't even break for a second and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. After saying all this, she let her head back and rested it upon my shoulder, she looked deeply into his eyes, and then rolled her eyes as if dismissing him entirely. The husband was sweating profusely, his palms visibly shaking. She brought back the eye contact with him, looked intently into his eyes, deep and said - "It isn't about you anymore. I don't care what you think or want. " Just then I felt her bangle studded hand gently brushing up my thigh and then going down. She leaned in, looked deeply into his eyes and said - "It's about me now!" She looked deep into his eyes, and while brushing my thighs she leaned forward into him and said - "You know why I didn't ******* tonight, honey ?"
Part 6- The Letdown (contd.)
"Because I want to be fully conscious of what's about to happen, and I don't want to blame it on alcohol or anything." Her voice began to break while she said this sentence. Her hand grazing my thigh was shaking uncontrollably by now and she had to grab my thigh hardly to control the shaking of her arm. After getting hold of the shaking of her body and a few moments of looking down, she began looking deep into the eyes of her husband again and removed her hand from my thighs. She slowly adjusted the drape of the saree falling down from her arms and brought her hand forward towards him, and began looking at her palm intently, and deeply, as she made it rotate, and then clench it into a fist, and then letting it lose down and up, the bangles making sweet clinking sounds with each movement, until she again made a fist, and then let one finger slip open, and then the other, as if it were spiderman trying to throw a web, and then she rotated it. The look on his face was priceless as she made the horned corona sign with her right hand , and looking intently at her hand first, and then looking straight back into the eyes of her husband, she held her hand tight, and gave him a glimpse of his future. She didn't say a word after that, she held her hand still for a few seconds, for her husband to take a look at what she meant, and all this time she did not take her eyes off him. The husband alternated between looking into her eyes and then onto her hand. Just then, she rose from her seat, and walked away, towards the inside of the hotel. I was still in a state of shock, and I could only imagine the horror of the husband from what has just happened, and thinking I might lose her, I just followed her like a puppy. The husband soon broke his trance and began coming after us.(edited)
Part 7 - The Anticipation
She had already entered the lift and I quickly rushed into it so as to not lose her. Her husband was coming after us too and wasn't far behind, but she instructed the lift attendant to close the door of the lift. As the doors of the lift were closing upon her husband whose face had been clearly flushed white, she looked intently into her husband's eyes and said - 6-0-4. The lift rushed upwards and I felt as if I was going dizzy, and she clasped my hand and for the first time looked intently into my eyes, and then she smiled and looked straight towards the door, the lift opened and we exited into the gallery. She let go of my hand and walked out first, giving me a nice view of her back as she walked in front of me towards the door. The sweet submissive girl that I had been speaking to for the entirety of the last one month was nowhere to be found. She used the keycard to open the door and let herself in, while leaving the door open behind her. I heard the bell of the elevator ding and saw her restless husband coming after as I entered the room. I was looking intently at her face as she sat down on the bed one legged crossed over the other, looking into my eyes.
Part 8 - The Reversal
I entered the room, my eyes getting wide and not believing my luck about what was actually happening inching in a few step forwards, and smiling at her like a smitten idiot. A couple seconds later, the husband also came inside the room, and she looked at him intently and raised her hand and swiped her finger across, instructing him to close the door behind him. Now, that the door was closed, she began rising up from the bed and came close to me, swiping her hands on my shoulders, giving me flirty looks and fluttering her eyelids, she slowly inched closer towards my face and we were so close I could feel her breath on my nose. With those heels, and because she was already taller than me, as I hate to admit, I had to look up, and so look up I did. Her lips gently parted as I gave my way and leaned into her and began to slowly feel the touch of her soft lips brushing against mine. She ran her fingers among my hair and held my head in her hands. The clinking sounds of her thin, austere yet magnificent bangles made the situation all the more intense. It felt as if the events of a wedding night were about to unfold in the room that very night. Only the husband would not be a part of it. After a few minutes of kissing, we broke the touch and she looked towards her husband, who by then was still standing near the door in absolute shock and trying to make sense of the events that had been unfolding right in front of his eyes. His look was saying it all, as if he had been horrified of what was about to happen in front of him. Was it all that was going to happen, or was it going to go full course.
Part 9 - The Reversal (contd.)
She instructed her husband towards a nice comfortable chair that was provided along the window of the room, and she thundered - "Sit!" The husband, trying to make sense of the newfound dominance in her wife's voice was shocked and taken aback. I however felt that since she was older to him, taller than him and had been with him because she loved him, she now knew she had the upper hand in the relationship and she decided to use it to her advantage. After hearing her command, the husband knew there was little he could have done, and quietly occupied his place on the chair. She now focussed her attention back onto me. She grabbed my hair, and pulled me onto herself, arching her back onto the support of the wall, and kissing me intensely as the drape of her saree began to fell. I took one side of the saree and slowly began to unfold it away from her waist. There she were, moaning while kissing, my lips biting hers and we both incredibly aroused and not aware of where our hands were running. I had gotten rid of half of the saree from her body and this was the first time that I began to get a view of the heels she were wearing. I parted my lips away to remove the entire saree off her waist and let it fall onto the ground. There she were in front of me, wearing only a shapewear, her heels and a blouse. The peculiarity of black heels on a red saree were revealed to me, but it were an appealing contrast, as I was soon to find out.
Part 10 - The reversal (contd.)
We resumed kissing again, and this time her hand was furiously running up and down over my crotch region, and the kissing was getting more fierce and intense. She was biting and pulling on my lips and making me feel as if there wasn't going to be any escape from this raw lust. She parted again and took a look at her husband, who by this time had inserted his hand inside his jeans. She felt annoyed, and parted from me at once and said, "No no no darling, not like that. Take out your hand." She said as she picked up her saree. "You have spent months telling me that its about me, so I want you to understand that its about me." She said in a dominant tone as she collected the entire length of her saree. She leaned in to her husband and said, "Now, sit still, and don't move.". She proceeded to first tie both his feet to the feet of the chairs with her saree, and then moved on to his hands. She took her due care in making sure that his hands and feet were fastened properly to the chair. "Now be a good guy and watch, and be quiet, otherwise I would gag you." she said looking all intense and serious while she ordered him to behave himself. She then asked him - "Do you know what a cuck is ? " . "Yes" he nodded. "Then be a good one, alright honey!" she said as she moved away from him and focussed her attention towards me. Now she came back to me again, and began fondling my crotch as she looked into my eyes. " Lets see what you have got there. " she said as she unbuckled my jeans and pulled my pants down. "Ooh nice" she said, looking on the bulge in my underwear and fondling it again. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it while leaving me just in my underwear. She started to bend down slowly, kissing alongside on my chest as she bent downwards and her face neared my crotch. She pulled my underwear down and smirked "You are wetter than me it looks like" looking at the precum that had came out of my hard cock.
Part 11 - The Fantasies
She began to gently run her tongue around the head of my cock. I was throbbing like crazy and she knew I was dying for her touch. She was good at this game, I had an inkling about that. She opened her mouth and swallowed the head of my cock and I was lost in the warm wetness of her so much that I let out a loud moan. I was too absorbed in what was happening as to even care about what the predicament of the husband was. That poor guy had chosen to wear a jeans to the date, the hard denim had been putting so much pressure on his erect cock he was hurting by now, and there was nothing he could do, as I could feel the movements he tried to make, but the chair was heavy and didn't relent much. Meanwhile she went on running her mouth like a train on my cock, sometimes fondling my balls, sometimes grabbing my small cute butt while trying to lap it all inside of her. It was a shame that she couldn't deepthroat, but man did she give me an amazing blowjob. She used to stick out her tongue while she engulfed my cock inside. All this had been going on for about a good ten to fifteen minutes and I felt that I was about to cum, so I tried to pull back. She relented, she stood up and gave me a long deep kiss. I began fondling her supple breasts, she was petite but had the right curves and mass in the right places and she liked being touched. A couple gentle grabs on her ass and I proceeded to unhook her blouse and pull down her shapewear, and lo and behold she was standing in front of me devoid of her clothes, and in just her lingerie. She was wearing a lacey red bra with thin straps that so complemented her fair skin. She also had a pair of lacey red panties, and red garters, suspenders and stockings. The bridal wear indeed. With open hair, she looked like a goddess incarnate in front of my eyes. I bent down, and proceeded to remove her panties, while gently kissing her abdomen and going downwards towards her crotch.(edited)
Part 12 - The Fantasies (contd.)
Now stockings and suspenders aren't the part of usual lingerie that women wear in India, so it was nice to know that she had kept in her mind my fantasies and turn ons. The fragrance she had on her was also one of my favourites, so I knew she had put some planning into this. Anyway, my head had been nearing her crotch and when she grabbed it and said - "Na uh". She then proceeded to make me lie down on the bed, and climbed on top of me, and placed her pussy above my lips. Like a good lad, I knew what was expected of me and I began to probe her pussy with my tongue as I tried to grab her clit with my lips and give it a gentle nibble. It was difficult for me, and I had been trying getting my hands nearer, but then I felt her bending forwards on my cock and things became a bit handy. I inserted one finger inside of her while she began going hard on my cock once again. We heard her husband let out a loud moan and say "Fuck" as to apprise us of his presence. She kept going on, spitting on my cock as she went along and me too running my lips on her pussy. I could feel her body arching forward and backwards as the touch was making her feel good, but I was getting closer. She tightened her grip on my hips and tried to take me deeper. The inching closer to an orgasm made me run my lips harder on her clit. We were in rhythm, in sync. Just then her husband let out a loud moan and said -"Holy Fuck." I could feel that she got annoyed, and got up. She made me stand up straight, and grabbed my hips, and ran a train with her mouth on my cock. I was already too close, so I was convulsing, and let out a huge load inside of her mouth. Her husband was heard again - "Oh fuck. This is so hot!" . She gently took her finger and collected the small swirls of cum that had gone a bit outside of her mouth and collected it and then gently swallowed. Then in a soft lady like voice she said, "Apologies, My cuck husband is a bit misbehaved."(edited)
Part 13 - The Genesis of A Hotwife She then moved away from me and went to her husband leaning in the way to pick up her panties which had been lying on the floor. When she reached near him, in an angry tone she thundered -" Now what had I just told you. Stop embarrasing me. I told you that this wasn't about you, it was about me, but you don't understand." She was furious. Maybe him disturbing her coming orgasm had unleashed the anger in her. She then proceeded - " I don't think I can trust you, and I don't think you will behave. " she said as she rolled her panties into a nice cylindrical fold. "Now open" she instructed the husband to open his mouth, but he didn't relent. Meanwhile I remembered I didn't have a condom with me because I wasn't expecting sex, so I told her I needed a few minutes to get one. She looked back towards me and said - "I know you don't have one, and you aren't going anywhere.". The absolute horror on the face of the husband made him forget his immediate predicament and let him gape open his mouth. She sensing the oppurtunity in that very moment, immediately put her fingers in his mouth and stuffed the panties inside his mouth. He let out a muffled moan, but alas too late. She quickly brought her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. The bra immediately relented and she placed the part between the cups in between his lips and with a bit of the panties outside his mouth, proceeded to wrap the bra around his head and then tie it and fasten the hooks. The cuck had been fastened completely into his place. By the time this all happened, it was around 11 pm, and I was now looking forward towards an entire night of whatever was in store for me.
Part 14 - The Genesis of A Hotwife (contd.)
She then turned her attention back towards me, and for the very first time I glanced her heavenly boobs as she began walking towards me. She was petite and her boobs were complimenting the aesthetics of her body. The areolas were medium sized and nipples were brown and perky, and inviting. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs inviting me to my treasure. I immediately got down on my knees and began gently kissing around the side of her breasts and slowly focussing on her nipples while my hands gently rubbed around the area of her clit. She gave in a bit and I continued. She being taller than me. I could only reach until her breasts, so I focussed my attention only on her nipples and and the sides of her boobs. While she ran her hands alternately between my hair and hers. She was fondling her hair and moaning intermittently when she arched back and laid flat on the bed. I took the oppurtunity to spread her legs and rest them on my shoulders while I placed my tongue on her clit. I slowly began licking her while my hands had a firm grab on her thighs. I gently began nibbling on her clit while she was moaning and slowly inserted a finger inside, and then two. She was arching her back, shoving her clit inside of my mouth and then taking her pelvis down. I could sense an orgasm building up. She began convulsing. Her back getting more restless and I had to grab her thighs harder. She was getting near, the convulsing began to increase, the tempo of the moaning began to be intermittent with breaking breaths. She was near, she yelled "Don't stop." I knew she was very very close, up on the edge, I was lapping all the wetness with my tongue and then increasing the nibbling with my lip covered teeth, and when she grabbed my hair with all her might, I knew it was time. I pulled my head back and began to kiss the insides of her thighs and nibble on the soft supple flesh.
Part 15 - The first Orgasm
She let out a loud grunt as she knew I was teasing her. I gently began brushing my tongue on the side of her labia, gently sliding on them bottom to up as I began working near the arousal zones. I then began flicking on her clit with my tongue, making circles and then waves and then as if I was writing a sonnet on her clit with my tongue. She began convulsing once again. I moved away my head once more. She playfully slapped my head expressing her anguish. I knew it was time, so I let my tongue run loose on her clit. Gentle flicks turned to targeted snaps, and I was gently nibbling on her clit while a finger was thrust inside of her, her back began to arch up and up and then down, and I tried putting my clit still on it while her arched back was moving around in the air. I grabbed her thighs firmly once again and then brought her pelvis down, while concentrating completely on her clit. Her moans began to get louder, and her body and hands restless, I continued going down on her and I could feel that she was nearing it. I had no intentions to tease her anymore, so I curled my finger a bit and then continued to thrust inside as my tongue did half the other job. Her breathing was getting more and more intense and she continued to arch her back up as waves of orgasms hit her like a bullet. She kept convulsing, and me being unaware of when exactly it was going to stop continued to do my job. After a couple of minutes she collapsed, panting heavily, running her fingers gently in between my hair and brushing my arms that held her thighs. I adjusted my jaw, which had been hurting by this point and tried to made sure I could still feel my tongue by running it around . She ran to the washroom after a couple of minutes, and while lying down I took a glance at the husband.
Part 16 - The Deed of Duty
The husband was wide eyed and he had been trying to adjust himself to the very well cushioned chair. The panties held in his mouth were holding on fast put in their place by the bra, I asked him " Are you okay?" He nodded, yes. "It doesn't matter." She said coming from the bathroom. The time of the deed had come. She first went to her husband, and teased him by running her hand on his crotch, "oh you poor boy, is it hurting ?" He nodded "Yes", hoping that he might get some relief. "Good" she responded, and then she responded to plant a kiss on his cheek. I stood up from the bed to welcome her in my arms, and then I welcomed her into my lap, kissing her, gently fondling her pussy lips with my hands, making her lie down, and spreading her legs, preparing to now enter her. She put her hand on my chest, and asked me to stop, and instead made me lie down on my back, such that my head was in the direction of her husband. She then rose on top of me, and applied some saliva on her pussy and sucked me a couple of times. She then gently lowered herself on the head of my cock. She was slowly teasing her pussy lips with my cock without breaking eye contact with her cuck. All the while looking deeply and intently in the eyes of her cuck, she slowly began to lower herself on the head of my cock. I felt as if I had been hit by lightning, warm moisture engulfed the glans of my cock at once, she let out a loud moan, and took a couple of deep breaths, and then began the descent once again, slowly half of the length of my cock was inside of her. It was getting incredibly difficult for me to stop myself from thrusting myself into her, but I remembered that I needed to be gentle with her, in the beginning. So, I let her control her pace and her rhythm, it took her another couple of minutes until she came down the entire length of my shaft. Once down, she closed her eyes and took all that feeling in. Until this point, their eye contact was constant.
Part 17 - The Lovemaking Continues
She now lowered her body on my chest slowly, and planted a kiss while trying to catch her breath. Her hips began gyrating and she began rising up and down a little on the shaft, but still not the entire length of the shaft. After giving a couple minutes of intense lip biting and kissing, she arched her back up and looked towards her cuck, and let out a small laugh. She began thrusting her hips up and down, while resting her hands on my chest. Sometimes leaning a bit, sometimes rising back up, she was having a time of her life. As the movements became faster, and as her moaning grew intense, I could sense that she was nearing an orgasm, so I rose up and grabbed her tightly as she was gyrating. She pushed me back down on the bed and pinned me down. "No, No", its all mine. So she continued, and then leaned back onto me and slowed down. A couple of minutes of kissing and then she began the thrusting of her hips again. This time more intense, more fast and more visibly enjoyable. She took her time into building it, enjoying the sensations as they flew. She alternated her rhythm into fast and slow, maybe the teasing I had unleashed upon her earlier had introduced to how intense an orgasm can be after all. So she didn't seem to be in a rush. She began the movements faster again, this time she began looking into the eyes of her cuck as her body began convulsing and shaking vigorously once again. As I shoved my finger inside her mouth she continued to alter her speed, faster and faster. The eyecontact with her cuck was intense, and she continued to thrust faster and faster. The muffled moans began to get loud and louder, the biting on my fingers began to get harder. With all the pent up energy, and the intensity of the moment, she chose to ignore the muffled grunts of her cuck as she began riding the train of orgasms that hit her. After a minute of convulsing she lay her head on my chest, breathing heavily, trying to rest.(edited)
Part 18 - The Way God Intended It
After having an orgasm so intense, and barely moving I was afraid that she could fall asleep, so I was hoping to get her back in the mood, she just lay there, breathing peacefully, so I began caressing her sides letting her feel a bit more relaxed. I grabbed her back and flipped her on her back, with my cock still inside her, and began kissing her lips and her breasts and sucking for a bit on her nipples. I asked her, "Are you alright, do you want more, or should I stop and let you rest." She stretched her arms out, moved her body a bit and said - "I can rest all week when I get home. " So I began slowly jerking my hips inside of her, while focussing my attention on her nipples with gentle biting and all. This time, it was my turn to have the eye contact as I was thrusting deep inside of her. The movements were intense. Her raw and tight pussy felt so good around my naked cock. I was in, thrusting for the love of my life. And this incredibly beautiful woman was looking directly into my eyes. It was all intense and beautiful. In order to get more out of her, I pinned her legs to her shoulders and began thrusting incredibly, and she was holding on to my head for the love of her life. It was all so intense. I was shaking, the pounding was heavy and I knew my bare cock couldn't take it all much more. I was ready to explode, she was lost in the intense pounding that she had just been getting, and with shivering and the orgasm hitting my body, I withdrew my cock and let my load blow all over her belly. I collapsed to the side trying to catch my breath. " Aw, why did you do that? Have I not been good to you ", she being a bit annoyed was what broke my trance, as I tried to catch my breath. "I thought you wouldn't want that on the first time." I said getting defensive. "Pfft, men" She sounded irritated, "Always assuming what we women want", oh boy she wasn't happy, I said to myself.
Part 19 - The Animals Come to The Fore
"Come, be a good lad, and this time, I want it inside." she said, as she got on all fours, tapping her hips signalling me to mount her. She then focussed her eyes on her cuck, and said - "Now honey, I don't want you looking elsewhere, or I will blindfold you and keep you tied like this all night, so now look into my eyes, and enjoy your calling." I mounted her from the back like a good lad, she grunted and for the first time, she said "Oh this feels so good." She leaned down her head, but raised it again quickly to make sure she saw into the eyes and the soul of her cuckold. I grabbed her hips, and began to thrust, slowly and then more animalistically as the rhythm began getting to me. I then continued to thrust faster, and deeper, while she let out her moans out loud sometimes, and sometimes more muffled grabbing the sheets. As the thrusting continued her moans began to get more and more intense as she was inching towards another orgasm. She moaned helplessly as she began having another orgasm and my thrusting didn't relent. She was shaking rapidly and her body arching back and forth aboard my cock. It was getting intense, "Don't stop", she said as she gyrated her hips back onto my cock. Having her ask for more made it more intense as I crossed my hands and grabbed her hips tightly to give her all I had. The thrusting increased in pace, and I was thrusting uncontrollably, but having had an orgasm so recently made another orgasm elusive. Nevertheless, I thrusted my soul inside her wet pussy which by now had been draining onto my cock. She was nearing another orgasm, and I was far from any, the thrusting continued and her moans too, I heard her laughing looking into her cucks eyes and then bringing her head down to enjoy the thrusting. She was orgasming again, I was feeling her muscles convulsing against the head of my cock and its shaft. She collapsed her head down into the bed as she was hit by another orgasm.
Part 20 - The Insatiable Soul
As she lay there convulsing, grunting into a pillow that she had grabbed from the side, laughing, she again said "I didn't tell you to stop. ah! Men". The tantalizing way in which she teased me was getting to my head and I was incredibly frustrated that even after all this thrusting an orgasm was still far and elusive, I now wanted to cum so that I could live to tell this story to someone. So I closed my eyes and began thrusting, so that I could focus and have my soul drained through my cock for one final time. I focussed on how beautiful she looked in the red saree that she had been wearing and how beautifully I stripped her down naked. It was getting better with each passing moment, and I finally could feel some sensations into my cock. I slowly increased the tempo as much as I could and I leaned into her, lying on her back and grabbing her breasts, fondling them as the thrusts turned faster and shallower, but an orgasm was still elusive. So I raised myself back again, and began thrusting myself into her for everything I held dear. Slowly, I needed to check the frustration in check, and also had to focus. After a few minutes I began feeling the sensations as her warm pussy let out a fresh gush of fluids on my cock. I began thrusting vigorously as her moans increased. I continued to go balls deep inside of her, as an orgasm built inside of me. Growing , growing, growing, it was finally time to cum. I grabbed her hips and clenched my nails deep into her ass cheeks as I let out spurts of my semen inside of her while she moaned uncontrollably. I was shivering still trying to make the spinning of my head stop, while she let out a laugh looking at her husband and taunting me - " Aw, so soon? I didn't even feel it inside me." Well, in my defence it was the third time I came that night, and the first two loads had been fairly large.
Part 21 - The Collapse
I couldn't hold myself straight up and collapsed on the bed, and she did lie on her belly too, moaning and humming for a bit, perhaps enjoying the warmth of the load that had just been unleashed inside of her. She alternated her eyes between looking into her husband's eyes and then fondling her hair and running her fingers inside my hair. "Thanks", she said. After ten or fifteen minutes she rose up and walked towards her husband. She removed her bra that fastened his gag, and allowed him to breathe, but with a warning - "If you utter a word, I will gag you again. " There was a large wet spot on his shirt and he was visibly upset with the treatment, but he complied. "Do you want sloppy seconds, honey?" She asked. "Yes", he nodded enthusiastically. "You aren't getting any, now stay quiet and let me rest." He was still tied to the chair, when she went to the washroom. After she came back from the washroom, she untied her husband, while still asking him to stay quiet, undressed him to reveal his below average sized cock, and I had some understanding of why the events that happened that night happened. Although she stripped him naked, she tied his hands to the back with her saree draped around his belly and his arms. The helplessness he might have felt was overwhelming, but he was erect and hurting it looked like, and that seeing his submissive wife ( atleast he thought so) in such a new light had been making his head spin. It is hard to say if he was regretting or enjoying the freedoms he gave his wife to explore. These were the events of the Friday night that we spent at that upscale Delhi hotel. We stayed there for another two nights until Monday morning, but the events of the next days are for another story some other time.
