This hinglish anniversary sex story starts the evening I came home early from the sales job in Indore and found Simran already dressed like she meant business. Three years married and she still knew how to make my lund jump just by standing there in that tight red saree with the blouse cut low. She had put on the heavy jhumkas and that small bindi she wears only when she wants trouble. Dinner was simple aloo gobi roti and some chicken she got from outside. We sat and ate but her foot kept brushing my leg under the table. She said aaj teesra anniversary hai toh normal nahi chalega and I just nodded because my mouth was dry already.
After the plates she did not even wait for cake. She stood up pulled the pallu off her shoulder and walked straight to the bedroom leaving the door open. I followed like a dog. Inside she turned and pushed me onto the bed then climbed on top still in the saree. Her hands went straight to my belt. She said pehle apna mota lund nikaal main dekhna chahti hoon kitna tight ho gaya hai. I helped her yank the pants down and my cock sprang out hard and leaking already. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked slow while staring at my face. Then she bent down and took the head in her mouth without any teasing. Warm wet and greedy right away. She sucked hard making those wet sounds and used her tongue under the ridge the way she knows finishes me fast if I let her.
I grabbed her hair but she slapped my hand away and kept bobbing deeper till she was gagging a little and spit was running down my balls. She pulled off just long enough to say aaj raat main tera sara cum piungi pehle muh mein phir chut mein and went right back down. I lasted maybe three minutes of that before I had to pull her up or I would have shot already. She laughed and wiped her chin then stood and untied the saree. It fell in a heap. Underneath she had only a thin black panty that was already dark in the middle. I ripped it down and pushed two fingers into her. She was dripping. So wet it made that filthy sound. She moaned and said dekh kitni gili ho gayi bas tere lund ke liye and started riding my hand.
After Dinner She Took Full Charge
I flipped her onto her back and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit coating it then pushed in slow at first because she is still tight even after three years. Once I was halfway she locked her ankles behind me and pulled. She said poora andar kar saala aaj dheere mat karna and I slammed the rest in. Her eyes rolled and she let out that deep groan. I started fucking her proper long strokes then shorter and harder till the bed frame was hitting the wall. Her breasts bounced free from the blouse I had shoved up and I sucked one nipple hard while pounding. She kept talking dirty mixed Hindi English the whole time. Harder Rajat meri chut faad de. Use me like the randi you married. I love when she talks like that because normally she is quiet in front of family.
I pulled out flipped her to all fours and shoved back in from behind. Doggy is her weak spot. I grabbed her hips and really started railing her. Skin slapping loud. Her ass jiggled every thrust and I gave it a few hard smacks till the skin turned pink. She pushed back meeting every stroke and reached under to rub her own clit. Within minutes she came hard clenching around me and soaking the sheet. Her arms gave out and she face planted into the pillow moaning continuously. I did not stop. I kept fucking her through it until she was shaking and begging thoda ruk ja nahi toh main phir se nikal jaungi but I knew she wanted more.
When she recovered a bit she pushed me onto my back and straddled me reverse. She grabbed my cock lined it up and sank down in one go taking every inch. Then she started bouncing hard using her thighs. I watched my cock disappear into her stretched pussy over and over. Her ass looked perfect from that angle so I spanked it more and reached around to pinch her nipples. She went faster grinding at the bottom so her clit dragged on me. Sweat was running down her back. She said dekh kaise le rahi hoon tera lund pure anniversary gift samajh and kept riding like she was possessed. I felt my balls tighten and warned her but she just slammed down harder and said andar hi jhad de aaj condom nahi.
I exploded deep inside her. Thick pulses that seemed to go on forever. She stayed seated grinding slowly to milk every drop then lifted off so some of the cum dripped out onto my stomach. She scooped it with two fingers and licked them clean while looking me in the eye. Filthy and perfect. But she was not done. She said abhi toh bas shuruwat hai and crawled down to suck me clean even though I was sensitive. Her mouth worked me back to half hard surprisingly fast. Anniversary energy I guess.
How The Night Kept Getting Dirtier
We moved to the floor because the bed was already a mess of sweat and cum. She got on her elbows and knees again and told me to use her ass this time. We had done it only twice before and both times slow. Tonight she wanted none of that. I spat on her hole rubbed it in then pressed the head against it. She pushed back and the tight ring opened. I sank in inch by inch while she breathed hard and cursed under her breath. Once I bottomed out I stayed still letting her adjust. She reached back grabbed my thigh and said ab hilana shuru kar dheere se nahi. So I started thrusting. Short at first then longer. Her ass gripped me so tight it almost hurt. I reached under and rubbed her clit while fucking her ass and she came again shaking and swearing.
I lasted longer this round. Maybe the first load took the edge off. I fucked her ass until my thighs burned then pulled out and flipped her. She immediately took me in her mouth tasting herself and sucked like she wanted another load. I stood over her and face fucked her for a bit holding her hair. Spit ran down her chin onto her breasts. When I got close I pulled out and stroked myself and painted her tongue cheeks and forehead. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and used her fingers to push the rest in. Then she smiled with cum still on her face and said happy anniversary jaan ab thoda paani pi le phir third round.
We drank water from the bottle on the side table without even wiping off. Ten minutes later she was stroking me again and I was hard like I was twenty. This time she wanted it against the wall. I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pinned her and fucked upward hard. Her back slapped the wall with every thrust. She bit my shoulder to keep from screaming too loud because neighbors are close in these Indore societies. I could feel her juices running down my balls. She came one more time digging nails into my back and that set me off. I buried deep and filled her pussy again.
After that we collapsed on the ruined bed. Sheets stuck to us. She lay half on top of me tracing circles on my chest with a sticky finger. She said next anniversary we book a hotel so I can scream properly and I just laughed tired. But even then her hand drifted down and gave my soft cock a squeeze like she was already planning round four. I told her give me twenty minutes you witch and she giggled that low dirty giggle she only does when she is fully satisfied and still hungry.
We Barely Slept Till Morning
True to her word around two in the morning she woke me by sucking me hard again. Slow lazy blowjob in the dark. I was half asleep but my cock did not care. She climbed on and rode me slow and deep this time less frantic more grinding. We fucked like that for a long stretch kissing messy and whispering filth. When I came the third time it was almost painful but good. She stayed impaled on me until I softened and slipped out then she curled against my side and finally slept.
Morning light came through the curtains and the room smelled like sex sweat and her perfume mixed. My whole body ached in the best way. Simran woke up stretched and immediately checked between her legs with a smug look. She said tera cum abhi bhi nikal raha hai and laughed. We showered together which turned into soapy handjobs and me fingering her under the water until she came quietly against my chest. Then we ordered parathas and sat on the clean sheet we threw over the mess eating like nothing filthy had happened even though her neck had a dark mark from my mouth and my back was scratched.
That whole night changed something small between us. She got bolder after that asking for rough stuff more often and I stopped treating anniversary like just dinner and cake. Now every year I know she will wear something that red saree or worse and the second the door closes the real celebration starts. I still get hard thinking about how she looked with my cum on her face telling me to keep going. Best bloody anniversary of my life and I already know next one will be dirtier because she already started dropping hints about toys and maybe keeping the lights fully on so she can watch everything. Married life in Indore is not boring when your wife turns into that version of herself once the clothes come off.