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Friends Wife Called Me Over And Things Got Filthy Fast

Friends Wife Called Me Over And Things Got Filthy Fast

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This desi married woman sex story still sits in my head like it happened yesterday even though almost a year has gone by. I am Ravi and I work shifts at a small printing shop near Aminabad. My buddy Deepak lives with his wife Anjali in a two bedroom flat in Aliganj. He got stuck on a three day site visit in Kanpur and frankly I expected a boring week. Then Anjali messaged me in the morning saying the bedroom window latch was stuck tight and she could not pull it open for fresh air. I said I will come after lunch no problem.

I reached around two thirty. She opened the door wearing a loose peach coloured maxi with thin straps. No bra fancy. Her hair was open and a little messy like she had just woken from a nap. She smiled and said come inside only Ravi bhai the latch is really jammed I tried everything. The flat smelled of some sweet body lotion mixed with the leftover dal from lunch. I went straight to the bedroom window and started fighting with the metal piece. While I was leaning over the sill she stood close behind me and her breast brushed my arm once then again. I thought it was accident till she did it a third time slower.

I turned halfway and saw her looking straight at my face not shy at all. She muttered the AC is not cooling proper also can you check the remote batteries. Her voice was low and thick. I swallowed and stepped toward the split unit but she did not move back so we were chest to chest for a second. Her nipples were already poking hard through the thin cloth. I felt my cock jump inside the jeans. She noticed and gave a small crooked smile then said Deepak will not return till night after tomorrow and this flat feels too empty when he is gone. I did not answer with words. I just put my hand on her waist and pulled her in.

She Dropped The Soft Act Fast

Anjali kissed like she had been starving. Wet open mouth full of tongue and soft moaning straight into my throat. I grabbed her arse with both hands and squeezed hard. The maxi rode up and I felt bare skin no panty underneath. She laughed against my lips and said I removed them after messaging you only. Filthy woman. I pushed her backward onto the double bed and yanked the maxi up over her tits. Dark nipples already stiff. I sucked one then the other while she held my head down tight. Her legs opened wide and she rubbed her wet cunt against my thigh leaving a stain on the jeans.

I stood up just long enough to strip. My cock sprang out thick and already leaking. She sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped both hands around it. Then she licked from base to tip slow like she was tasting ice cream. I grabbed her hair and said open more. She did. Took almost half in one go and gagged a little but kept going. Spit ran down her chin onto those heavy breasts. I fucked her mouth in short dirty strokes while she looked up at me with watery eyes. Every time I bottomed out she made a choked sound that made my balls tighten.

After a few minutes I pulled out and flipped her onto hands and knees. That round married arse was perfect. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her soaked slit then shoved inside in one long push. She cried out and clawed the bedsheet. Her pussy gripped me hot and greedy. I started pounding hard right away no gentle build up. The sound of skin slapping filled the quiet flat. She pushed back meeting every thrust and kept saying harder Ravi bhai destroy it. I reached under and pinched her clit roughly. She shook and came with a loud broken moan still taking the full length.

Bedroom Floor Became The Real Battlefield

We did not stay on the bed long. She wanted it dirtier. Anjali slid off and got on all fours right on the tiled floor near the window. Looking back over her shoulder she spread her cheeks with both hands and told me put it in the arse also if you want I prepared a little. I spat on her tight hole and worked one thumb in first. She breathed hard but nodded. Then I lined up and pressed slow. The head popped in and she hissed through her teeth. I fed her more inch by inch until my pelvis sat flush against her soft cheeks. Full inside her arse while she trembled.

I fucked that married backside deep and steady. One hand twisted in her hair pulling her head back so I could watch her open mouth. She kept babbling diwane jaise kar de fill me. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. I reached around and two fingers found her dripping cunt again. Double filled like that she came a second time harder the muscles fluttering around my cock. I could not hold back. I buried deep and unloaded thick ropes straight into her arse. Pulse after pulse till I felt dizzy.

We collapsed sideways on the cool tiles still joined. After a minute I slipped out and watched white cum leak slowly from her open hole. She reached back pushed some of it inside again with two fingers then licked them clean while staring at me. That sight alone made my cock twitch half hard once more. She laughed soft and said bathroom is free if you want wash but I am not done with you yet. We rinsed quick under the shower together. Soapy hands everywhere. She jerked me under the spray till I was rock solid again then shut the water and dragged me back dripping wet.

This time she rode me reverse on the plastic chair near the dressing table. Facing away she sank down and bounced hard those heavy married buttocks slamming my thighs. I held her hips and watched my cock disappear again and again. Every few strokes she ground her clit against me and moaned loud enough the neighbours could have heard if any were home midday. I slapped her arse red and she only went faster. When I felt the second load rising I stood up still inside her carried her two steps and pressed her front against the wall. Hands pinned above her head I hammered upward short brutal strokes till I exploded. Cum ran down both our legs this time.

We ended up back on the bed sticky and panting. Anjali lit a cigarette from Deepak pack and shared it with me even though I rarely smoke. She said casually he thinks I stay bored when he travels but some days I need this kind of rough use. No soft romance bullshit just cock and orders. I told her I can make more free afternoons. She grinned and kissed the side of my neck with teeth. Before I left around six she made me fuck her once more standing at the kitchen counter while tea boiled. That round was quick and mean. I finished on her tongue while she knelt on the kitchen mat.

I walked out of that Aliganj building with sore balls and a stupid smile. Next day she sent a photo of her bruised arse and the short note same time again tomorrow same latch pretend. Deepak came back Sunday evening none the wiser. Anthia and I kept the arrangement going for almost two months whenever he vanished on site work. Each time she opened the door already wet and demanding. I never told anyone till now. Some nights I still replay the exact moment she spread for me on those tiles and ordered me to ruin her like she belonged to nobody else.

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