This is my indian anniversary sex story from our fifth year and I still get rock hard recalling how filthy it got. Me and Shalini booked a suite in Chandigarh because the house felt boring after so many same nights. Kids were with her ma for the weekend so we had full freedom. I drove us there after office still in my formal shirt and she sat beside me in a loose kurti but I already spotted she wore nothing under the bottom once her leg shifted.
Reception was quick. Boy carried bags then left. Door clicked shut and she did not even wait for the lights. Walked straight to me pulled my belt open and pulled my lund out right there in the lobby space of the suite. Her hand was warm and greedy. She stroked hard making that thick sound with her spit mixed spit from her mouth. I grabbed her hair and told her to open wider and she did without any soft talk. Just shoved my cock between her lips and took it deep till her throat made those wet gulping noises.
We Reached The Suite Already Hungry
I pushed her back against the wall first. Kurti went up over her tits and I saw those dark nipples hard already. I sucked one rough while fingers slid under the fabric and found her chut completely soaked. Two fingers went in easy and she clamped around them grinding like she had been waiting whole day. I kept saying how I was going to wreck that plump wife pussy tonight and she only answered by biting my shoulder and begging me not to tease.
We moved to the big bed. She kicked the leftover clothes off herself then spread legs wide showing me everything. Pink swollen folds shiny. I dropped between them and licked long slow strokes at first just to hear her curse then I sucked her clit hard while three fingers pumped. Her thighs locked on my head and she kept saying harder Ankit do not stop eating me like that. Juice ran down my chin onto the sheets. I flipped her sudden so her ass faced me and slapped both cheeks red then tongue pushed into her tight gand just enough to make her jump. She loved that dirty shit even if she never admitted outside.
My lund was leaking already. I lined up and shoved full length into her chut in one go. Wet slap sound filled the room. She screamed once then pushed back meeting every thrust. I held her hips and fucked deep and fast like the years of polite anniversary dinners never existed. Bed shook. Headboard hit wall. She kept chanting fuck fuck deeper and I gave it. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. I reached under and rubbed her clit while pounding and she came first clamping so tight I almost lost it. Her juice squirted a bit onto my balls and that made me animal.
I pulled out flipped her again and climbed onto her missionary but held her legs up high folded almost to her shoulders. My cock slammed bottom every time. Her eyes rolled. Mouth open gasping. I spat on her tits and rubbed it around then pinched both nipples hard while I railed her. Told her she was my dirty free-use wife tonight and she nodded messy hair sticking to face. Cum boiled up fast so I buried deep and flooded her chut with long thick ropes. Felt each pulse filling her. When I eased out white cream leaked onto the sheets and she scooped some with fingers and licked it looking straight at me. Filthy woman I married.
Second Round Got Even Rougher
We rested bare minutes only. Drank leftover whisky straight from the minibar bottle. She sat on the couch legs open playing with the mess still dripping from her while I watched. Then she called me over with one finger. I stood and she took my half hard cock into mouth cleaning her own cream off it. That got me stiff again quick. She spun around knelt on the couch cushions presenting that round ass. I spat on her gand and worked one finger then two till she loosened. Her hand was between her own legs rubbing frantically.
I pressed the head of my lund against her tight hole and pushed slow at first. She groaned loud but pushed back herself till the thick head popped in. Heat around my cock was insane. I sank inch by inch until balls rested against her. Then I gripped her waist and started fucking that ass properly. Long deep strokes. Room filled with those wet filthy sounds and her broken moaning. She kept saying it burns so good fill my gand Ankit do not hold back. So I did not. I pounded hard smacking her ass redder each time and reached around to finger her creamy chut at same speed. Double stuffed sensation made her shake rigid and she came again loud enough the next room probably heard.
I lasted longer this go. Spent maybe twenty minutes rearranging her guts from behind then pulled her up so her back pressed my chest and I fucked standing short jabs. One hand choked lightly one mashed her tits. Whispered every dirty thing I ever held in. How I wanted to dump another load deep inside her ass till it leaked down her thighs next morning phone calls with her mother. She came third time shaking so bad her legs almost gave. That squeezed me past edge and I shoved to the root and shot heavy ropes straight into her bowels. Held there pulsing till empty. When I pulled free the gape winked once and thick cum started dripping slow. I pushed it back in with two fingers then made her lick them clean.
Shower after was not gentle. Hot water running we soaped each other but hands turned to more grabbing. I bent her under the spray hands flat on tiles and slid into her loose used chut from behind again. Water mixed with leftover cum made everything slippery. Fucked till her voice went hoarse. Came fourth time weaker but still inside. She slid down tired and sucked me soft again tasting all the mix just because she wanted another load later.
Morning Light And Still Not Done
Sunlight came early through thin curtains. My cock woke stiff pressed against her ass. She was already half awake and backed onto me guiding the head to her sore chut. Slow lazy thrusts at first then she climbed on top facing me proper cowgirl and rode hard bouncing those heavy breasts. Hands on my chest nails digging. I thrust up matching her and slapped her thighs. Told her she looked like a proper randi taking anniversary dick this way and she only laughed breathless and rode faster. Cream from last night still coated us and new wetness joined. She ground her clit against my base and came quiet this time biting her lip. I flipped her last time and went full animal rutting till I painted her stomach and tits with the final ropes. She rubbed it in then fingered some into her mouth smiling exhausted.
We ordered room service late breakfast still naked sheets ruined. Ate parathas with cum drying sticky on our skin. No soft kisses or I love you drama just her asking when we book again next month and me already planning how to fuck her even rougher. Body ache still there two days later- her walk funny my cock raw from overnight abuse- and that memory alone keeps me jerking thinking about how our clean little fifth year turned into this complete mess of sweat spit and filled holes. Best goddamn anniversary I ever spent and I will make sure the sixth breaks this record easy.
Later that same day we checked out looking half decent but the marks stayed. Finger bruises on her hips. My bite on her shoulder. Smell of sex still faintly on both of us under deodorant. Driving home she kept one hand on my thigh squeezing and promised she would wear that same sleeveless kurti next time with zero underwear again. My cock twitched just from the threat. Five years married and the real dirty phase only starting. Chandigarh suite saw the evidence all over those expensive sheets we left for the cleaners like a filthy gift.
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