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Hi, I’m Sarfaraz Khan, back with my next story. It’s the continuation of my previous story of a housewife. Those who haven’t read my previous stories are requested to read them once. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
So this story was given to me by one of the readers, Laxmi Goel. A 26-year-old newly married housewife involving her kinky fantasy to explore new and thrilling sex fantasies. So read in her own words.
I was getting exciting day by day, thinking what he would think about me? Will he fulfill all my hidden desires? Will he, too, have similar kinky desires to fuck a Hindu housewife? All this made me masturbate 3-4 times every day apart from my regular sex with hubby.
So finally, the day arrived. I was making all efforts to look as traditional and sexy as possible. I wore a grand red saree and a matching black glittery blouse. I wore all my traditional ornaments worn by a woman on her suhagraat. I was wearing a mang tika(a jewelry piece) on my forehead.
And red bangles(Kangan) were making a clank every time I moved hands. I also wore dark red lipstick and makeup. After almost 2 hours of dressing, when I came out, my hubby was almost stunned. He was looking at me with a wide mouth.
“Dear Laxmi, I swear you are looking sexier than our first night. Any man would pay a million to spend a night with you like this. I’d fuck you right now if given a chance. But today is the day to fulfill your fantasy. Imran must be here at any moment. Don’t hesitate to fulfill all your desires today without any guilt. I love you always, and I love your fantasies too.”
Again thinking about the future actions, I was excited and apprehensive. Soon the doorbell rang. I was told to go to the bedroom. My husband was speaking to him about me. Probably he was saying to fuck me like never before. I was counting the seconds.
Soon I saw Imran for the first time though we had only spoken over the phone before. He looked quite charming. At 6 feet height, a wide chest and a trimmed length beard added to his personality. Nobody would believe he was only 24 years and unmarried.
He was watching me from head to toe, unable to digest the beauty of my body which would soon be under him. I was looking such that sexy any man would feel so. My 36D breasts were trying to jut out of the blouse. I was biting my lips, anticipating further actions.
He came and sat beside me. I was looking down. He lifted my chin, slowly brought his mouth close to me, and planted a light kiss. Gosh, he was hot. He continued caressing my lips with his. Then slowly brought out his tongue and pushed it inside my mouth. We were kissing just like Hollywood kisses.
I was amazed at the sync we were making. It looked perfect. I’m sure my hubby was enjoying watching us. (We had planned to record it secretly.) Now he held my face and kissed wildly while his beard tickled me in the neck. We now broke the kiss with a string of saliva running between our mouths.
Soon he unhooked my saree pallu, and my valley was exposed. I had worn all the ornaments, and hence he had to remove them one by one. He planted a kiss (rather a bite) on my upper cleavage each time he removed an ornament.
He started undraping my saree completely. He smelled my body aroma in it before tossing it away. Now I was in only a blouse and a petticoat. He was watching me with all the lust in his eyes.
He now went to unhook my blouse, which I helped him. I was wearing a red lacy bra underneath, giving a clear picture of my dark pinkish nipples. Yes! Even after marriage, I had them like a young girl, which my husband told me is unique.
He quickly went to them, sucking them over the bra and licking near the nipple area. I was moaning in pleasure. Soon he went behind and unhooked my bra and Lo! My 36D buxom boobs were in front of him. He wasted no time taking one in the mouth and another in hand, playing alternatively.
He was treating them as a possessed treasure. He told me that my breasts were the biggest yet firm among all the girls he fucked. A rare combination, thanks to my family. Soon he was biting me over them, mainly on the nipple bud, which was already erect by now almost half-inch elevated.
I couldn’t control the biting and twisting of my nipples. I started moaning, “Imran. Suck them. Very good.” After some time, he proceeded to my petticoat and opened its nada. I was in matching netted panty. I had clean-shaved my pussy a day before.
He now lifted my legs and slid down my panty too. I was already leaking juices there, and a strong smell of my juices was all over the room. Now he started removing his pajamas. I was watching at the surprise I wanted. Soon his cock was out.
It was almost 8 inches and circumcised with purple glans. However, I had watched a Muslim dick in porn but never in reality. I took it in my hands and started making it harder. My bangles were making a clanking sound with my movement. He was enjoying himself with closed eyes.
I spat some saliva and further continued my handjob. Soon he was erect fully, and his cock with the glistening tip looked like a giant lollypop with a strawberry on top. I wanted to taste it badly. Without warning, I just took it inside my mouth as he let a gasp.
I was blowing like a slut. I’m sure nobody had done so perfectly to him. He was enjoying with moans, “Ahhh, my dear Laxmi! Wow. Your mouth is feeling like heaven.” I now deep-throated him, and his cock was almost choking me up to my pharynx.
He now held my head and started pumping like fucking my mouth. His dick started throbbing like a balloon. I knew he’d cum soon, but I wanted to taste and hence started blowing vigorously. He now held my open hair and spurted jets of cum inside my mouth which I had to swallow.
He looked at my mouth, and his dick smeared with red lipstick and smiled. He told me it was the best blowjob he ever got. Now he told me it was his turn. He opened up my thighs and parted my pussy lips. It was already letting juices. He finger fucked for a while and soon was between my legs.
He kept them aside and brought out his warm tongue. The moment it touched my clit, I shook. He started licking its walls. Each time he bit or sucked the clit, I’d lift my hips. I now started feeling heaven. I held his head onto my pussy, tightly crushing my clit against his mouth.
Soon I had a huge orgasm. I moaned as my body shivered. He licked all my leaked juices. We came in 69 position as I was again blowing his monster while he continued licking me. I knew I’d be having another orgasm. But I wanted it with the actual pleasure.
I told him to fuck me now as I couldn’t hold longer. He agreed and laid me on my back while he came in between my legs and put them over his shoulders. I was waiting for my dream to come true. He now started teasing me by rubbing his cock all around my pussy.
I couldn’t hold my pleasure and shouted, “Aur mat tadpao!” I held his circumcised cock and guided me in my pussy hole. It was difficult in the beginning as I was not adjusted to the size. So he started slowly. After about 4-5 slow movements, his cock was fully inside me.
It was a different feeling. Though I had fucked with my husband many times, a cock of a taboo and your darkest fantasy can give another level of fun. Soon he held my waist and started moving in and out. My pussy walls were gripped so tight to his cock like they never wanted to let it go.
Soon he was fucking me like a mad dog. I was enjoying myself like a bitch in the heat. “Chodo mujhe. Poori kardo meri tamanna.” He was moving at full speed now as our pelvis bones hit each other. I wanted to pull him as deep into depths of pussy.
I could so wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his cock more on as my payal was making a reverberating sound. In passion, I pulled his head up and started biting near his ears and shoulder, leaving red marks. Soon I was close to another orgasm. He increased the speed further.
Now it was only ‘thap thap’ sounds heard in the room. I was moaning like a mad animal at the pleasure he was generating. I couldn’t hold, and I shouted, “I’m cumming, don’t stop,” and soon came in spasms. My body looked exhausted at the fucking, but he was going on. I was amazed at the stamina.
He was perfectly making strokes. I knew his wife would be most lucky. Soon he told me he was cumming. I wanted it inside me as I was on pills. I moaned, “Imran give me your cum. My pussy is thirsty. Drench it with that.” He gave a loud cry before cumming gallons of cum inside my hot hole.
His semen seemed never-ending, and he collapsed on my body with pleasure. We rested for some time before another round. This time with me riding his cock facing him. We also tried doggy style. It impressed him very much as my ass bounced with each stroke.
We laid for a while and decided to call it a day. I dressed up again in the red saree. He told this was his best sex ever. My husband was waiting with his cock outside. He told me he came thrice watching us.
We thanked Imran for fulfilling our fantasy, and he promised it’ll always be a secret. All married women with such lucky husbands should enjoy all their kinky fantasies. I enjoyed mine. Sex beyond the usual stereotypes and barriers is always much much fun. You can enjoy more kinky stories here. Goodbye.
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