This hinglish husband wife sex story began ordinary enough on a hot Sunday in our small Ahmedabad flat. I am Ravi, thirty five, work accounts in a textile office. My wife Suman is thirty, tight body even after six years marriage, round hips and heavy breasts that still bounce when she walks fast. We do it two three times a week usually missionary quick finish under ceiling fan. That day she came back from her cousin house looking different. Face flushed. Salwar kameez sticking to her back. She dropped her bag and stared straight at my crotch like she already decided.
I asked kya hua you look pissed or what. She came close pressed her chest on me and said aaj mazaak nahi Ravi. Mera chut bilkul geeli hai subah se. Tu abhi kapde utaar. I laughed thinking she joking but her hand already squeezed my lund through pant. Hard in three seconds. She opened my belt pulled zip down and took my thick cock out right there near the main door. Her fingers wrapped warm and she stroked slow then spat on the head and rubbed that spit all around. Uske muh se aayi awaaz ghatiya si like she smelling me already. I pushed her against wall and yanked her kameez up. No bra. Those big stubborn nipples hard like stone. I sucked one deep while two fingers slid under her salwar wound into sticky wet folds. Chut jitni gili thi maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi. Juices already downstairs of her thighs.
She moaned low and said aur andar le ja fingers ko. Doosri ungli bhi daal. I pushed second finger rough and her knees buckled a bit. Salwar got dragged down her hips. Pink simple panty already darker at centre. I ripped that aside and went to knees bare. First long lick on her swollen clit made her grab my hair hard. Main ne uska chut chaata like dog starving two days. Tongue flat wide pushing between lips tasting salty sweet fully. She started rolling hips grinding her pussy on my mouth while whispering harami tu aaj bach ke mat nikalna. Main thak jaungi tabhi chhodna. I kept licking listening wet sounds of my tongue and her juices. Two three minutes only and she gushed little squirt onto my chin. Legs shaking. I stood licked my lips and dragged her by wrist to bedroom.
Clothes Off And First Hard Thrusts On Bed
Our bed creaked already from rushed way we fell on it. I pulled her full nangi. Full brown body sweaty under tube light. Big hips thick thighs small waist still. I took clothes off faster than ever. My lund stood I held base and slapped it twice on her dripping chut. She laughed dirty and opened legs wider pulling her own lips open with fingers. Dekh kitni ready hai yeh. Ab lund daal. No romance no slow kisses. Just tip at entrance and I slammed full length in one go. Her mouth opened wide gasp and nails dug my shoulders. Tight wet heat gripped me so hard I almost came first three strokes. Main ruka deep inside breathing and she rolled hips herself saying mat ruk saale. Maaro jor se.
I started pounding. Bed frame knocking wall. Her breasts bouncing wild each thrust. Hands under her knees I folded her almost double so cock went deeper hitting that soft spot inside. She kept making half words like haan wahan oh fuck wahan. Spit ran from corner her mouth. I spat on her nipples and rubbed it. Speed went faster. Skin slapping loud wet. After some minutes I pulled out flipped her on all fours. That gaand round raised high. Brown hole winking tiny above wet messy chut. I rubbed my cock head between both then pushed back into pussy from behind. Harder angle. Hands gripping her hips I yanked her back on each stroke so she took every inch. She buried face in pillow muffled screaming chcchod dheere nahi full power. Room filled scent of sex sweat lemon soap from earlier bath she took.
I reached under and rubbed her clit with two fingers while slamming. Her whole body trembled then she came hard walls clamping my lund in strong pulses. More juice dripped down my balls. I kept going through her orgasm no mercy because I felt my own load rising. Suddenly she pushed back harder and said ab nikaal aur gaand me daal. Pehle se soch rahi thi. I paused surprised but my cock twitched harder interest. Spit on my fingers then two fingers into her tight ass hole slow stretch. She groaned into mattress. When she loose bit I lined tip and pressed. Slow first inch then another. Hot tight ring stretched. She hissed saala bada hai dheere. I held still half inside letting her breathe. Then she herself pushed back taking more. When full buried I started short strokes building longer. Gaand itni tight again I felt every ridge.
Ass Pounding Until She Could Not Talk Straight
I fucked her ass steady then harder. One hand on her lower back other reaching other side of bed for coconut oil we keep massage. Sold little on cock base and where we joined. Easier slide. Now full deep strokes ball deep. Her moans changed pitch higher thinner more broken. Bolti rahi madarchod faad diya tu ne. But hips kept moving meeting me. Sweat ran down my chest dripped on her back. I slapped her ass cheek leaving red mark. She yelped then laughed dirty and said aur maaro thappad. I did twice thrice. Skin warm under palm. Pull out almost all way then sink back slow watching hole cling to my shaft. Filthy view. Her chut empty dripping on sheets below making dark patch.
After long stretch in that position I pulled free flipped her again so she lay back legs up. I pushed cock back into pussy for few strokes then returned to ass. Alternating. She lost words almost just screaming Ravi Ravi continuous. I leaned over kissed messy open mouth tasting only spit sex. Tongue rough. Aisa kiss pehli baar shadi ke baad. My balls tight draw up ready. She felt it because she said andar hi jhad gaand me. Mujhe feel karna hai. That sentence did it. I buried full and came thick ropes pumping deep in her ass. Cock jerking hard. Spurt after spurt. She rubbed her clit wild and came again around nothing her juices squirting on my stomach this time. Both collapsing side by side breathing heavy chest heaving.
Few minutes quiet only fan noise. Then she turned eyed my sticky half hard cock and crawled down. Started licking clean. Tongue careful around head tasting our mix oil her juices my cum leaking. She took half in mouth sucked gentle cleaning. My cock twitched interest again surprising me. Thirty five still can go twice she joked almost. I pulled her up made her sit on my face reverse. Her messy hole above my mouth I licked long stripes cleaning her too. Tongue dipping in ass last drops cum then lower to redeugly swollen chut. She grinded slow on my face while stroking my cock back full hard. Then she turned faced me and sank down on my lund in one wet slide. Cowgirl slow grind first long circles then bouncing. Heavy breasts swinging near my face I caught one nipple teeth light. She rode faster thighs slapping. Hands on my chest nails scratching little.
We shifted again. I sat edge bed she straddled facing away reverse. I held her waist helping lift drop. Watched cock disappear between ass cheeks into that used hole. She reached back spreading herself wider. Angle deep. She bounced hard until legs tired then I took over thrusting up from below. Loud wet. Another orgasm hit her weaker legs shaking. I almost finished second time but she climbed off and went on knees floor open mouth tongue out. I stood stroked few times aimed and painted her tongue cheeks breasts thick white strings. She swallowed what landed mouth then wiped rest with fingers licked clean smiling dirty.

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We drank water from bottle next bed. Night proper dark outside. Body stuck each other. Sleep almost but her hand found my soft sticky cock again massaging slow life. She whispered ek baar aur last. Park next morning to cousin again so full night free. My cock agreed faster than brain. This round slower filthy talking. I bent her over study table gobar light moning. Entered humming wet already. Pulled hair back gently turning face sideway so I saw expression each slam. Kehti rahi chut fasad diya raat bhar. Aur fasad. Galee gaali full. I told her how her ass looked red from earlier thrashing how I could smell pure sex on her whole body. Talk dirty made both hotter. Fingers in her mouth she sucked them while getting railed. Table shook paper fell.
I took her to bathroom standing shower spray cold first shocking us then warmer. Bent under water fucked from behind again watching water run between us. Soapy hand on her clit bringing third fourth climax of night. My second load this time I pulled out came on her lower back watching white mix water slide down into crack. We washed slow soaping each other long. My fingers dipped inside her loose wet holes simply checking. She giggled and gripped my wrist keeping them longer. By four morning finally mattress again. Bodies exhausted. She curled half on me leg over my thigh. Whispered kal se har Weekend aise hi Ravi plain boring nahi. I grunted agreement already half sleep cock still twitching leftover.
Morning light nasty. Sheets ruined. Both walked funny kitchen tea. She wore only my old shirt no panty. When she bent fridge I saw dried streak still on her inner thigh. My cock filled bit again silly. She noticed smirked and said sham ko try but pehle office se aana fresh. I finished chai packed little opposite knowing work would drag because every scent every ache reminded. That Sunday reset everything. Now when she walks certain way or wears specific salwar I already half hard waiting evening door shut. She teases call sometimes office bathroom photo her fingers shiny. We talk more dirty more open. Six years marriage suddenly felt brand new hunger left underneath. Body still sore next two days but smile every damn time sitting.
Recounting now makes cock push tidy pant again. Suman in next room watching phone. Maybe I stand go drag her back here yet again. Night not even late. Sundays became something we plan secret dirty looks around guests. Friends think we boring normal couple. They never know how she begs or how deep I bury or how her ass takes whole length shaking. Pure animal after lights I guess. And I write this so someone somewhere knows quiet Ahmedabad flats hide filth like ours. If your own wife ever come home flush like that do not overthink. Just drop belt and fuck till both empty. Works magic.
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