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“Priya, Did you suck his cock?” my husband asked me as he pinned me to the bed.
“No”, I answered truthfully.
“Did you want to?” he questioned.
I hesitated. I had wanted to suck that man’s cock with every fiber of my being. Kneeling in front of his naked body had taken me to the edge of self-control. But I, I was a good wife. A wife who was grateful for the gifts given to her. A wife who knew her place.
“Yes Dear.” I answered, hoping that my response did not anger him.
Instead of angering him, he seemed amused. He leaned over me, kissed the corners of my mouth, and whispered into my ear “Priya please tell me about it. Tell me about how it made you feel.”
I flushed. Although this was the man I had known for over 20 years, the man who first brought me to orgasm as a teen, and the man who was the father of my c***dren, I was embarrassed to tell him the effect this stranger’s cock had on me.
“I took his clothes off, and got down on my knees. ” I told him.
“And then what did you do? Did you put your face in it? Did you smell his cock?” my husband asked.
He knew me so well. He knew that smell of a man’s cock was too much to resist, and that upon their release I would be nestled in a man’s balls breathing in as deeply as possible. I even preferred if the balls still had a light sweat on them, so that the perspiration mingled with the smell of pre-cum.
“Yes. It smelled so good.” I left out that the smell made me want to sit astride the hotel chair, so that I could rock back and forth on my wet pussy while I inhaled.
“But did you suck it, you horny bitch? You know you wanted to, why didn’t you just open your mouth and gobble it up like the greedy little cunt that you are?” He removed his hand from my arms, used his weight to keep me pinned down, and grabbed me by the throat.
“No, jaan. I swear. You told me not to, dear.” And I was telling the truth. No matter what state this man’s cock had put me in, I never forgot who I was, or whose I was.
“That’s right. Because you are a good wife. A wife who deserves to be treated like the special little whore that she is.” He pushed off of my throat, sat up on his knees on the bed, and began stroking his cock.
“Because you are such a good wife, a sweet wife, I am going to give you what you want. But, you have to lay there. You can’t move, and can’t make a sound. Now open your mouth.”
I did as I was told. He held his cock over my lips, waiting for me to stick my tongue in the air to taste it.
“You can’t wait for this cock! You are such a horny little slut. Look at your legs. Your legs are wide open. Were your legs this wide for him?”
He was right. Without even knowing it, my legs were almost all the way open. I could smell my pussy. I wanted to taste that pussy, not from my fingers, but from his cock.
“Now wait for it. Stop sticking your tongue out. Just keep your mouth open, ” he said, as he lowered his cock down into my mouth. With one knee pinning my shoulder, and the other knee by my side, he shoved the entire length of his cock into my mouth.
I licked my lips, like a good girl, to avoid the lips dragging on his cock. When he reached the back of my throat, I started to gag, but suppressed it like I had learned. His cock was all the way in the back of my throat, and he started fucking it slow and steady.
“Now this is going to take awhile, so don’t get impatient!” He methodically fucked my mouth and throat with a pace that made me insane. He knew that when I sucked cock, I liked to be in control, to be proud of my skills. Here, however, I was just a hole, a piece of meat that his cock was in.
I choked and gasped for air. He pulled out, and then got right back to fucking my throat. Because I knew he could not see, I reached my hands around his ass and began playing with my wet pussy. It had that clean cunt smell that comes from being so aroused that your pussy is just a mess of slickness and hair. This happens whenever his cock is in my mouth, or honestly, whenever any cock has been in my mouth. It’s like I am broken, or different, wired to get off on sucking cock.
Then all of a sudden, he pulled back. The cock was gone from my mouth, only a gaping hole was left. I started to protest, and he just shoved his fingers and then hand in my mouth.
“No bitch. I’m not going to come in your mouth, not tonight. I’m not going to shoot into your throat, so deep that you can’t taste it. You are going to taste every last drop of my come, and beg for more.”
He hovered over me and started jacking off. He was so close to coming that I could see it in his face. When I finally felt the hot streams of his come on my chest, I closed my eyes just in time to feel one of the spurts hit my cheek. I cried out, and played with my clit even harder. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and rubbed his hands all over my tits and face.
I instinctively opened my mouth, and he put his come laden fingers deep into it. He fed me his come, not in one big scoop, but little by little, making sure to get every drop on my tongue. As he did this, I furiously worked on my clit until I started to come myself. As I came, he took what was left and rubbed it all over my face, like lotion. He rubbed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, and my tits, until the taste and smell of him was in every part of me. It was like I was having my own orgasm while drowning in his.
As I lay panting on the bed after, trying to recover and make sense of his reaction to my extra-marital endeavor, he got up and tenderly brought me a towel. He wiped my face, smiled at me, and tenderly kissed me with the same look in his eyes that he has always had. His feelings for me had indeed changed, but not in the direction we had feared. Here was a man who was strong enough to look at me, truly see me, and accept me for what I was. The luckiest wife in the world.
“No”, I answered truthfully.
“Did you want to?” he questioned.
I hesitated. I had wanted to suck that man’s cock with every fiber of my being. Kneeling in front of his naked body had taken me to the edge of self-control. But I, I was a good wife. A wife who was grateful for the gifts given to her. A wife who knew her place.
“Yes Dear.” I answered, hoping that my response did not anger him.
Instead of angering him, he seemed amused. He leaned over me, kissed the corners of my mouth, and whispered into my ear “Priya please tell me about it. Tell me about how it made you feel.”
I flushed. Although this was the man I had known for over 20 years, the man who first brought me to orgasm as a teen, and the man who was the father of my c***dren, I was embarrassed to tell him the effect this stranger’s cock had on me.
“I took his clothes off, and got down on my knees. ” I told him.
“And then what did you do? Did you put your face in it? Did you smell his cock?” my husband asked.
He knew me so well. He knew that smell of a man’s cock was too much to resist, and that upon their release I would be nestled in a man’s balls breathing in as deeply as possible. I even preferred if the balls still had a light sweat on them, so that the perspiration mingled with the smell of pre-cum.
“Yes. It smelled so good.” I left out that the smell made me want to sit astride the hotel chair, so that I could rock back and forth on my wet pussy while I inhaled.
“But did you suck it, you horny bitch? You know you wanted to, why didn’t you just open your mouth and gobble it up like the greedy little cunt that you are?” He removed his hand from my arms, used his weight to keep me pinned down, and grabbed me by the throat.
“No, jaan. I swear. You told me not to, dear.” And I was telling the truth. No matter what state this man’s cock had put me in, I never forgot who I was, or whose I was.
“That’s right. Because you are a good wife. A wife who deserves to be treated like the special little whore that she is.” He pushed off of my throat, sat up on his knees on the bed, and began stroking his cock.
“Because you are such a good wife, a sweet wife, I am going to give you what you want. But, you have to lay there. You can’t move, and can’t make a sound. Now open your mouth.”
I did as I was told. He held his cock over my lips, waiting for me to stick my tongue in the air to taste it.
“You can’t wait for this cock! You are such a horny little slut. Look at your legs. Your legs are wide open. Were your legs this wide for him?”
He was right. Without even knowing it, my legs were almost all the way open. I could smell my pussy. I wanted to taste that pussy, not from my fingers, but from his cock.
“Now wait for it. Stop sticking your tongue out. Just keep your mouth open, ” he said, as he lowered his cock down into my mouth. With one knee pinning my shoulder, and the other knee by my side, he shoved the entire length of his cock into my mouth.
I licked my lips, like a good girl, to avoid the lips dragging on his cock. When he reached the back of my throat, I started to gag, but suppressed it like I had learned. His cock was all the way in the back of my throat, and he started fucking it slow and steady.
“Now this is going to take awhile, so don’t get impatient!” He methodically fucked my mouth and throat with a pace that made me insane. He knew that when I sucked cock, I liked to be in control, to be proud of my skills. Here, however, I was just a hole, a piece of meat that his cock was in.
I choked and gasped for air. He pulled out, and then got right back to fucking my throat. Because I knew he could not see, I reached my hands around his ass and began playing with my wet pussy. It had that clean cunt smell that comes from being so aroused that your pussy is just a mess of slickness and hair. This happens whenever his cock is in my mouth, or honestly, whenever any cock has been in my mouth. It’s like I am broken, or different, wired to get off on sucking cock.
Then all of a sudden, he pulled back. The cock was gone from my mouth, only a gaping hole was left. I started to protest, and he just shoved his fingers and then hand in my mouth.
“No bitch. I’m not going to come in your mouth, not tonight. I’m not going to shoot into your throat, so deep that you can’t taste it. You are going to taste every last drop of my come, and beg for more.”
He hovered over me and started jacking off. He was so close to coming that I could see it in his face. When I finally felt the hot streams of his come on my chest, I closed my eyes just in time to feel one of the spurts hit my cheek. I cried out, and played with my clit even harder. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and rubbed his hands all over my tits and face.
I instinctively opened my mouth, and he put his come laden fingers deep into it. He fed me his come, not in one big scoop, but little by little, making sure to get every drop on my tongue. As he did this, I furiously worked on my clit until I started to come myself. As I came, he took what was left and rubbed it all over my face, like lotion. He rubbed my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, and my tits, until the taste and smell of him was in every part of me. It was like I was having my own orgasm while drowning in his.
As I lay panting on the bed after, trying to recover and make sense of his reaction to my extra-marital endeavor, he got up and tenderly brought me a towel. He wiped my face, smiled at me, and tenderly kissed me with the same look in his eyes that he has always had. His feelings for me had indeed changed, but not in the direction we had feared. Here was a man who was strong enough to look at me, truly see me, and accept me for what I was. The luckiest wife in the world.
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