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Pooja Went Completely Filthy When I Came Home Late

Pooja Went Completely Filthy When I Came Home Late

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I got back to our two-bhk in Pune around eleven thirty that Saturday after a stupid late shift and the lift was broken so I climbed the stairs tired as hell. Lights in the hall were off but the bedroom door stood half open and I heard this soft wet sound right away. This is the indian husband wife bedroom story of what my wife pulled that night when she decided she was not waiting another minute.

Pooja lay on our double bed in only that thin yellow nighty she knows I like. One hand was under the cloth rubbing her pussy slow and the other squeezed her own boob. She looked up when she heard my belt buckle and did not even stop. Her face was flushed and shine of sweat on her neck. She said aaja na aaj bahut saal raha hai bilkul pagal ho gayi hoon and kept circling her clit with two fingers.

I locked the door behind me stripped in ten seconds and my cock was already half hard just from looking. She never acts shy once she gets like this. I climbed on the bed and shoved the nighty up to her waist. Her panties were already pushed to one side and her lips were red puffy shiny. I put my mouth straight on her without any soft kissing nonsense. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face harder saying haan choos jaise kutiya lagne wali hoon aaj.

I licked her long and rough running my tongue over her clit then dipping inside. She tastes slightly salty and thick when she is this turned on. Her thighs locked around my ears and she started rolling her hips against my mouth. I slid two fingers in and curled them the way she likes. Wet sounds filled the room and she cursed under her breath in Hindi mixed with English. Chudai kar de abhi deepak mat tarsa I heard her say again and again.

She Climbed Straight On Top

I pulled my face away wiped my mouth on the sheet and lay back. My cock stood full vein showing. Pooja did not waste time. She straddled me grabbed the base and rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times coating me. Then she sank down in one go. Her cunt was so hot and tight that night I almost finished right then. She sat fully seated grinding her clit on my pubic bone with these small circles.

She bounced slow first then harder making her medium sized boobs jump under the nighty. I yanked the nighty off completely so I could watch them shake. Dark nipples already hard. I pinched them and she moaned loud enough the neighbours might hear but neither of us cared. She kept saying tera loda itna bada lag raha hai aaj andar tak ghus gaya. Her dirty talk gets me every single time. I thrust up to meet her when she came down and the slap of skin started sounding heavy.

After some minutes she got tired of controlling so I flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Her legs went over my shoulders and I started pounding proper. Deep long strokes that made the headboard hit the wall. Her eyes rolled a bit and mouth stayed open. Saliva ran from the corner of her lips. I spat on her tits and smeared it around while I fucked. She loves that filthy shit. She told me aur jor se pel saale aaj nikal ke rakh de meri chut ka pani.

I reached under her ass lifted her hips higher so I could drill straight down. Her juices made everything slippery and with each thrust a little squelch came out. She clawed my back leaving marks I felt for two days after. I felt her walls start clamping so I rubbed her clit with my thumb fast. She came hard shaking and squirting a bit onto my stomach. Her whole body jerked and she bit my shoulder to keep from screaming the building down.

Second Round Got Even Dirtier

I did not stop. While she was still twitching I pulled out flipped her onto all fours and shoved back in doggy style. Her ass looked round and firm. I smacked both cheeks red then grabbed her hips and hammered. The wet slap sound mixed with her broken moaning. She pushed back meeting every stroke. I reached around and stuffed three fingers in her mouth. She sucked them like they were another cock drooling all over the sheets.

I spit on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb while I fucked her pussy. She tensed then relaxed letting the tip of the thumb push inside. That made her moan even uglier. She said gand bhi le le aaj mood hai pura ganda kar de. So I pulled out of her cunt pressed the head against her tight hole and pushed slow. She breathed out hard and pushed back helping me in. Once the head popped past the ring I slid the rest halfway then started short strokes letting her adjust.

Her ass was hotter and snugger. I went deeper gradually until my balls slapped her pussy lips. She reached under herself and rubbed her clit hard while I owned her backside. The mix of pain and pleasure on her face in the mirror across the room looked perfect. I held her hair in a fist and pulled her head back fucking deeper. Strings of spit hung from her open mouth. My own stomach slapped her soft ass cheeks every time I buried myself fully.

After long minutes I felt the finish coming so I pulled out of her ass spun her around and shoved my cock into her waiting mouth. She gagged a little then took it deep letting me fuck her throat. Tears came to her eyes but she kept looking up. I unloaded thick ropes across her tongue and some spilled onto her chin and tits. She swallowed what she could then licked the rest off me cleaning the head with that same slow tongue she used earlier on herself.

We both dropped onto the bed breathing hard for maybe five minutes. Then she got up went to the kitchen bare and came back with two glasses of water and a packet of those cream biscuits she hides. We ate sitting naked sticky and laughing a little about how loud we had been. But her hand was already playing with my soft cock again. Within fifteen minutes I was hardening under her fingers.

We Did Not Sleep Till Almost Morning

Third time she wanted me to fuck her against the wall next to the window. Curtains were half open but the building opposite had most lights off. I lifted her legs around my waist and held her up by the thighs. She was lighter than she claimed and clung to my neck while I bounced her on my cock. Gravity made each drop deeper. Her tits rubbed my chest and she bit my collarbone when a strong wave hit her again.

Sweat ran between us making everything slippery. I walked her still impaled over to the dressing table and sat her on the edge so I could stand and pile-drive. Mirror fogged from our heat. She watched my cock disappear inside her and told me dekh kaise khol raha hai meri chut bilkul phaad di. Filthy words like that always recharge me. I went harder till the bottles on the table rattled. One fell and cracked but we ignored it.

I made her kneel again later and fucked her throat till spit hung in thick strings from her chin to her nipples. Then I laid her on her side one leg up and entered slow so I could watch the stretch up close. My fingers stayed busy on her swollen clit the whole time. She came once more softer but longer toes curling hard against my thigh. I followed soon after pulling out and shooting over her stomach and the soft hair above her pussy.

By then the clock showed nearly four. Sheets were ruined soaked a dark patch in the middle. We did not bother changing them. She curled against my chest sticky skin to sticky skin and mumbled kal subah phir se and already half asleep. I lay there smelling sex and her hair oil and thought how insane it still gets after six years of marriage. Some nights she is quiet and we just sleep. Other nights like this she turns into pure hunger and takes everything I have till neither can move.

Morning light came grey through the curtains. My cock was sore my back scratched red and she had a bruise forming on her hip from my grip. She woke first made chai naked and brought two cups to bed. We drank it sitting up talking nonsense about office relatives and the festival next week. Then her free hand drifted down again and I knew the day was going to start the same way the night ended. That is just how we are when the switch flips. Nothing soft about it. Just raw need sweat and the sound of the bed frame complaining under us again and again until hunger finally cools.

I still think about the way her ass opened for me that night and the look on her face when she swallowed. Sometimes during dull meetings the memory hits and I have to adjust myself under the table. Pooja knows. She sends random dirty texts later like raat ko yaad aa raha tha na and I know exactly what she means. Our bedroom has seen plenty but that Saturday stands out because she started without me and finished with my cock still twitching inside her long after sunrise.

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