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She Spilled Office Flings Then Begged Me To Wreck Her Slow

She Spilled Office Flings Then Begged Me To Wreck Her Slow

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This is my desi wife confession sex story I never shared with any of my friends because it still makes my lund jump when I think about that night. I am Ramesh, thirty four, works in accounts at a small firm in Bangalore, and my wife Kavita is twenty nine, does sales at a bigger company across town. We have been married five years, decent sex once or twice a week, nothing crazy. That saturday I came home around nine after some overtime and found her on the sofa with a half empty wine bottle, still in her office kurti, hair loose, eyes red like she had been crying or thinking too hard.

I asked kya hua yaar why the long face. She looked at me for a full minute then said ramesh sit down I have to tell you everything or I will go mad. My stomach went tight but I sat. She poured me a glass and started talking slow at first. She said two months ago her new team lead Arjun started staying late with her for client reports. First it was just tea and chat then one night he put his hand on her thigh under the table during a call and she did not push it away. I felt heat rise in my neck but my cock also twitched stupidly. I told her keep going I want every detail.

Wine Made Her Mouth Run Filthy

Kavita drank more and her voice got lower. She said the next week Arjun called her to the empty conference room on the third floor after seven saying some file was wrong. Door locked, lights half off. He stood behind her looking at the screen then pressed his hard lund against her gaand through the clothes. She said she froze for two seconds then pushed back into him. He lifted her kurti, pulled her salwar down to her knees and rubbed the head of his cock on her wet chut from behind. She told me ramesh I was dripping so much it made noise. He pushed inside in one go and fucked her bent over the table for maybe ten minutes till she came shaking and he pulled out and finished on her lower back.

I could not breathe properly. My pants were tight. I asked how many times after that. She said four more times in that same room and once in his car in the basement parking. Each time he talked dirty and she answered back. She even sucked him once under his desk while a junior sat outside waiting. While she talked I opened my belt right there on the sofa. She looked at my cock standing up and licked her lips like she was relieved I was hard not angry. I pulled her by the hair and made her kneel between my legs. Suck it I said and tell me more. She took me in her mouth slow then faster and between strokes she mumbled how Arjun made her sit on his lap facing him and bounce while he chewed her nipples. My hips jerked and I almost came but pulled her off. Get on the bed now I told her.

We barely made it to the bedroom. I pushed her face down on the mattress, yanked the kurti up and the salwar completely off. Her chut was shiny and swollen already. I rubbed the head up and down then rammed in deep. She cried out and clawed the sheet. While I was pounding I asked did he stretch you like this. She gasped he was thicker than you slightly but you go deeper. That made me slam harder. Sweat started. The bed frame knocked the wall. She kept confessing between moans. She said one evening he took her from behind standing against the glass door of the conference and anyone walking with a torch could have seen her tits pressed flat. I reached under and rubbed her clit rough while fucking and she came loud saying his name by mistake then corrected herself with mine. I did not care. I flipped her over, put her legs on my shoulders and fucked straight down into her so she could see my face. Keep talking I ordered. She told me about the car night how the seat was small so she rode him facing the steering and his cum filled her so much it leaked on her office panties that she wore home to me that same night.

I Made Her Finish Every Secret Mid Stroke

I slowed my thrusts deliberately so she had to keep speaking. Tell me if you swallowed or not. She looked ashamed and excited together and said the under desk time she swallowed every drop and then went to a team meeting tasting him. My balls tightened. I pulled out and slapped my wet cock on her stomach. Turn over go on all fours. She did it fast. I spat on her gaand and pushed my thumb in while my lund went back in her chut. She pushed back hard. I asked has anyone else touched you this year. She shook her head no only Arjun and only those times then last week he got transferred to Hyderabad so it stopped. That news made something break open. I started railing her like I wanted to claim every inch. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. She was talking nonstop nonsense now half hindi half english about how wet she got thinking of both of us, how she wanted me to fuck her harder than he ever did. I grabbed her hair like a rope and pulled her head up. Take it like a good wife and keep confessing I growled even though my english was fucked by then.

She said she bought a new black bra just so Arjun could unhook it faster. She said once he made her edge for twenty minutes with only the tip inside till she begged. I matched that. I gave her only two inches then pulled away every time she tried to slam back. She cursed me and begged in broken sentences. Completely desperate. Sweat dripped from my chin onto her back. When I finally sank all the way in again she came so hard her arms gave out and she face planted into the pillow moaning constantly. I stayed deep and ground against her till the orgasm finished then pulled out and flipped her again. I sat back against the headboard and pulled her onto my lap facing me same way she said she rode Arjun in the car. She sank down and we both groaned. Ride and talk I ordered. She bounced and described the taste of his precum, the way he slapped her breasts lightly, how he called her his dirty sales girl. My lund was throbbing inside her hot chut. I sucked one nipple hard while she bounced. After a few minutes I felt close so I lifted her off, made her lie on her side and spooned behind her. I entered slow from behind keeping one hand on her throat lightly and the other rubbing her clit. She confessed one last thing she had thought about calling him to our house one afternoon when I was travelling but got scared. Hearing that I fucked her in short hard strokes till I exploded deep inside, filling her like I needed to overwrite every drop he left before. She came again from the heat and the rubbing and squeezed me dry.

We stayed locked like that breathing hard. After five minutes I was still half hard inside her so I started moving again slow. She laughed weakly and said you animal you just filled me. I told her I was not done because her confession made me more hungry. I pulled out and saw my cum leaking from her pink swollen chut down to her thighs. I rubbed it around then pushed three fingers in and finger fucked her messy till she squirmed. Then I put my cock back in the mix of juices. Doggy again but deeper angle, knee between her legs spreading her. She kept whispering more stupid details like how he once made her keep her heels on and how the sound of them clicking with each thrust stayed in her head. I reached around and choked her throat softly while railing. She loved it. Her chut made wet slapping noises that filled the room. Another orgasm hit her and she squirted a little on the sheets which never happened before with me. That sight finished me again and I shot the second load over her back and ass, white ropes on brown skin. I rubbed it in with my palm.

We Could Not Sleep After The Load

It was past two in the morning. We drank water from the same bottle then she cleaned just enough with a towel. But her hand found my cock again which was sticky and soft. She stroked it slow and said you really not angry I told you everything. I said I was angry for ten seconds then only horny. She smiled and took me in her mouth cleaning her own juices and my cum off. Soft treatment turned me hard third time. I pulled her up, laid her on her back at the edge of the bed, stood on the floor and lifted her legs wide. Long deep strokes this round. No rush. She looked me in the eyes and confessed she masturbated in our bathroom two nights after each office fuck thinking of both cocks. I told her from now she will masturbate only when I watch. She nodded fast. I pounded a little faster. Her tits bounced. I leaned and bit the side of one. She wrapped legs around my waist locking me. When I felt the third climax building I pulled out and stroked fast over her open mouth. She stuck her tongue out and caught most of it then swallowed while holding eye contact. That image will stay forever.

We finally collapsed side by side. Ceiling fan spinning. Outside some dog barking far. She put her head on my chest and said thank you for not leaving. I smacked her ass once and said next weekend you will write every detail again while I fuck you from behind so nothing gets forgotten. She giggled sleepy and agreed. I fell asleep still smelling sex and wine and her hair oil. Morning she woke me with her mouth again and we went one more slow round in missionary, quiet, deep, like we were sealing something. No more secrets left but plenty of filth ahead. I still get hard at office meetings thinking how my proper looking wife rode another man then came home and gave me every filthy frame with her legs open. Bangalore nights never felt the same after that confession fucked us both empty.

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