I still remember that Wednesday like it happened last week. Lucknow heat was killing and I left office early because boss was out. Walked into our two bhk and the smell of tadka hit me straight. Geeta was in the kitchen wearing that thin yellow nighty she uses only at home. No bra. You could see her dark nipples poking when she turned. I stood there watching her stir the sabzi and my lund jumped like it had its own brain. This whole hinglish kitchen sex story started right then because I was already half hard and not in mood to wait.
She looked back and said arey you came early today na. I just grunted and walked up behind her. Hands went straight under the nighty and grabbed both boobs. Heavy and soft. I squeezed hard and she gasped then tried to keep stirring. Manoj wait the gas is on she muttered but I pinched her nipples and twisted a little. She dropped the spoon. I pushed her forward so her stomach pressed the counter edge and rubbed my full pant bulge on her gaand. Thick ass cheeks under that thin cloth. I yanked the nighty up to her waist. No panty even. Her chut was already a bit wet when my fingers slid between the lips.
I fingered her rough from behind while biting her neck. Two fingers in and out fast. She started moaning low and saying hat pagla khana ban raha hai but her hips pushed back on my hand. I pulled my fingers out and made her taste her own juice. Suck it properly I told her. She licked them clean looking back with those big eyes. Then I opened my pant zip and took out the lund. It was thick and dark already leaking. I rubbed the head up and down her slit collecting wetness then shoved half inside in one go. She cried out and grabbed the sink edge. Her chut was tight even after two years of marriage. I held her hips and started pumping deep.
Counter edge pounding till she dripped
Every thrust made her body jerk forward. The nighty was bunched at her chest now and those boobs swung free. I reached around and slapped them while fucking. Skin sound mixed with the wet slap of my balls on her thighs. Faster now. Kitchen filled with her ah ah sounds and my heavy breathing. She kept saying slow kar thoda but I ignored and went harder. Full length in till my stomach hit her soft gaand. I could feel the mouth of her womb with the tip. That made her legs shake. I spat on her hole and watched it drip down while I kept ramming.
After some time I pulled out completely. She was gasping and her chut was open and red. I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter next to the chopped onions. Legs spread wide. I bent and ate her out like a hungry dog. Tongue deep in the hole then sucking the clit hard. She pulled my hair and started grinding on my face. Her taste was strong and salty. I pushed two fingers back in while licking and curled them till she squirted a little on the tiles. That made me laugh. Look at this mess I said and stood up. My lund slapped against her stomach. I aimed and pushed back inside standing between her thighs. This angle hit different. Deeper. She wrapped legs around my waist and I held her under the knees and fucked upward hard.
Sweat was running down my back. The gas was still on low so I reached and switched it off without stopping. Continuously slamming. Her head kept hitting the upper cabinet lightly. I told her hold the shelf and she did. Boobs bouncing like crazy. I leaned and bit one nipple then the other. Left teeth marks. She was full dirty talking now in mixed words. Aur zor se chod saale mera chut faad de. That language from her mouth made my balls tighten. I pulled out again and flipped her so she was face down on the counter legs hanging. Ass up perfect. I spread the cheeks and spat right on her gaand hole. Thumb pressed there while my lund went back into her chut.
Against the fridge and floor finish
I used her like that for long minutes. Thumb in the tight ass and cock wrecking the front. She was shaking and making those broken moans. When I felt close I stopped and dragged her down. Made her kneel on the kitchen floor. Open mouth. I slapped the wet lund on her tongue then pushed in. She gagged but took it. Hands on my thighs. I held her hair and fucked her face deep. Spit ran down her chin onto her hanging boobs. Tears in eyes but she kept sucking when I pulled back a bit. Good girl I muttered and thrust again till my tip hit throat. Pulled out dripping and wiped it on her cheeks.
Then I sat on the small plastic stool we keep near the fridge and made her sit on me reverse. Cowgirl but facing away. She lowered her chut slowly onto the full length. Once fully in she started bouncing. I held her waist and helped slam her down harder each time. Her gaand slapped my stomach loud. I reached front and rubbed her clit fast in circles. She came hard while riding. Whole body locked and chut squeezed my lund like a fist. Juice ran down my balls onto the stool. I kept her moving through it till she almost cried from too much.
Still not done. I stood her up again and bent her over the open fridge door. Cold air on her nipples made them harder. I entered from behind once more and went animal. Fast short strokes then long deep ones. Hand on her lower back pressing her down. Other hand pulling her hair so her back arched. She was babbling now half Hindi half nonsense. Please cum inside mat nikaal. I felt the load building heavy. Balls full. I slammed deep one last set and exploded. Thick ropes pumping straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse. She felt every spurt and pushed back to take it all. When I finally stopped I stayed buried and ground slow to empty the last drops.
We stayed like that catching breath. My cum already starting to leak out around the base when I softened a little. I pulled free and watched the white mess drip down her inner thigh onto the kitchen floor. She turned and sat on the floor back against the fridge looking wrecked. Nighty still half on one shoulder. Hair stuck to face. I grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped my lund then tossed it to her. Clean that I said. She did slow then used the same towel between her legs. I lit a cigarette even though she hates smoke in kitchen and sat on the stool watching her.
Later she stood on shaky legs and tried to finish the sabzi like nothing huge happened. But every time she bent I saw fresh cum still sliding. I came up and pushed two fingers back into her used chut just to feel the mix. She whimpered but did not stop me. I told her leave the cooking we order from outside. She nodded. We both knew the kitchen was not done with us. That night I fucked her again on the same counter after dinner. Slower but just as deep. She came twice more before I filled her a second time. Next morning the smell of sex still hung near the stove and I smiled while making chai. That is how it goes with us. One look at her in that kitchen and my lund takes over. No romance just hard use till she walks funny the rest of the day.
Even now when I come home and catch her cooking I get the same rush. Sometimes I just lift the nighty and take a quick standing fuck before she can protest. Other days I make her suck me under the table while the pressure cooker whistles. She complains about the mess but her chut always gets wet first. Last week I bent her over the washing machine right next to the kitchen and pounded till the machine shook. Cum ended up on the detergent box. She laughed after and said you are shameless. I just slapped her ass and told her to keep the nighty ready. This flat kitchen has seen more of her than any bedroom. And I am not planning to stop.
Sometimes I think about how soft she looked that first afternoon with onion peels stuck to her arm while I ruined her hole. Makes me hard at office even. I message her from work saying keep the gas off after three and she replies with just a wink emoji. We both know what that means. By the time I reach she is already wet and waiting near the sink. No long talk. Just clothes pulled aside and my lund buried deep. That is our routine now. Rough kitchen sessions that leave her limping a little and me grinning like an idiot. Best part of married life no doubt.