It’s evening, I’m in my office and thinking about my beautiful wife, I realize I’m aroused. As I’m dialling my wife’s phone, I reflect on my past, before I met her. Like most teen boys, I too had wet dreams. About bedding girls, actresses, fictional neighbours. Not wanting to realize that I was nothing but just another average boy, who’d later develop into a husband that fitted the category, but was worse. When I was thinking about my first time, and fantasizing about it, in reality, I could only lose my virginity to my wife. Always thinking of myself as one who would get to have sex with various women, when reality struck, it hit me hard. Not that I hate my wife, but when you have a different picture and you get something else in return, there obviously will be disappointment. Picturing myself as a very strong, muscular guy with the ability to make women crave for me because of my sexual prowess, but when I didn’t last respectably enough to enjoy my own wife, I realized I had no right to blame her. In fact, I should thank my luck for getting such a wife as her. A very hard worker, who realizing my distaste for her weight even succeeded in getting into amazing shape, just to please me. She is a lecturer, but now taking care of our baby, she stays at home. She is a wonderful woman and that I say truly.
“Yes, tell me?” she says in hindi as she picks up the phone.
“I’ve decided to come home earlier. What are you making tonight?”
“Paneer, with buttered rotis. Interested?” she asks me playfully.
“Definitely”
“Then come fast, ok?”
“I’m on my way. Bye.”
I reached at 7 and in a good mood too. Ringing the bell, I hear her tell me to come inside. I enter, lock the door and throwing my bag on the sofa, I enter the heavenly smelling kitchen. I spot my wife, cutting an onion and I move towards her, unbuttoning my shirt and lifting it off my pants.
“You should lock the door. With a baby and you alone anyone can just waltz in”
“Oh please! And what will they rob? This?” she indicated turning to the house in general.
“It’s modest, yes, but there are other things too, worth taking.”
“Like?” she asks curiously. I go near her. I gaze at her violet nighty that reaches only upto her ankles and showing her dark but toned skin. Just for me. Her brown skin was giving a choclaty hue under the light. Going behind her, I embrace her soft body, pushing her gently against the kitchen slab and holding her stomach. I smell the oil off her hair, which is also emanating from her body.
“You smell great.”
“Thanks,” she said, “ Now do you want me to cut the veggies or not?”
“Mmm. What for?”
“To maintain your health, stamina. Where did all that big talk go?” I retrieve the knife from her and dropping it with a clatter, say to her, “What’s the use if I can’t cuddle my sweet wife?”
She doesn’t say anything, just rocks with me as I slowly move sides with her.
“What’s the matter with you today? You seem very happy.” She asks turning her head towards me. I don’t respond for a while. Then I slowly whisper into her ears,
“Shall we make love?” hearing that she stiffens. Wide eyed, amused and with a lingering smile, she looks in disbelief at me.
“What? Are you serious?”
I nod in answer.
“Now?”
She seems uncertain.
“Yes. Now.” She looks around unsettled.
“Here?”, she asks me to which I kiss her neck, bringing out a moan from her. I take my hands from her belly to her voluptuous breasts and squeeze them transferring my passion to her. Putting her hands over mine, she let’s me do this to her while sighing deeply in pleasure and satisfaction. I turn her around, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to me, with her arms pinned between us, I kiss her on the lips my tongue probing inside her, lashing with her tongue and mixing with it. She parts away suddenly breathless and says,
“Not here!” almost like a whisper, she laughs embarassedly her fingers covering her mouth. I smoothen her hair and kiss her cheeks.
“Why not here?”
“What if somebody sees?”
“If they see, they’ll see . .” I pull up her nighty above her ass as I speak, making her open her mouth wide in shame and shock, struggling to cover her bare ass. I continue speaking,
“. . a couple, who. ." she mutters a half hearted 'no' as I squeeze her rotund ass cheeks, making her arch her back to me in passion.
“. . are very much in love with each other” and as I finish, she relaxes her hands resting on my shoulder our eyes meeting and looking into each other. I reach down below her nighty, not breaking eye contact, between her legs with my hand. I coax her to part her legs and she does so, slowly. I cup her crotch and feel her wetness for me and I smile at her. Then I slowly enter her with my index finger. She gasps and moans as I push deeper and I sense her pleasure in her shuddering legs and her tightening grip on my neck.
I plant kisses all over her face and making her hold her nighty, I gently massage on her clits, while my other hand soothe her exposed belly and breasts. She places her unoccupied hand on the slab behind her for support and bites her lips, as I bring about her orgasm. She places a hand over my bulge in the pants and I groan as she rubs her palms over my thick, erect shaft. Loosing control, I take off her nighty from her body and turning her around, prepare to enter her. Taking off my pants in a hurry, along with my underwear, I loose no time in placing myself behind her and entering her wet vagina. She grabs the slab as I thrust deeper into her, while calling out and shouting out her pleasure at her sweet violation. As I will to go more, I hold her by her shoulders while she hangs on to the window rails for support as I ferociously pump into her body. She screams as she achieves her first orgasm and by seeing her fingers squeeze the iron railings, I realize she is at her limit. But I relentlessly carry on, my balls hurting from the repeatedly hard thrusts into her, to garner more support, I latch onto her breasts and squeeze them, as if obtaining some sort of energy from it. She too places her hands over mine, but mostly due to the lack of options that she has. She accepts my thrusts into her body with loud screaming and though unable to make out what she was saying in my frenzy, I made sure that she didn’t make me stop. Then I felt a deep building pleasure and as I deepened myself into her, mixing my body with hers, she too realized I was nearing my climax and soothed me, till I finally emptied myself in a terrific rush of flow, ejaculating my seed inside her, ending my most memorable sexual session, with her. Completely spent, I laid on top of my wife’s back, as she too tried to come back to her senses from our intense action. After a while, I gathered myself and lifting my pants up, I zipped it and went near my wife again. She was still panting a bit. A bit worried I asked her,
“Are you alright? I think I took it way too far, didn’t I?” she looked blankly at me and then smiled.
“Maybe.” she rose up now, pushing her tousled hair behind her, “But it wasn’t bad. It was very. . I don’t know. Different. I didn’t think we could ever be so intimate with each other.” I relaxed a bit.
“So you’re not angry with me?” she stared at me as if I’d said something impossible.
“No. Should I be?”
“Well I was a bit hard, don’t you think?”
She came closer to me and putting her arms around me, “I think I like it that way, then. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, to be honest but after a while, I felt I could manage. Anyway seeing you enjoy it like that, I didn’t want to spoil the fun. ” She laughed and began to move towards the bathroom. I pulled at her hand and brought her back. She gasped and giggled as she snuggled in my embrace.
“What? You want to go again?”
“No. At least not for now. But I want to tell you. . that I’d the most wonderful experience with you and I really liked doing it with you. ” She met my gaze and cocked her head. Then placing a kiss on my lips, she said “I love you too. I know how much you struggle to say that, but if this is your way of conveying it, then it’s all the same to me.”
Still holding her in my arms, I whispered to her,
“I love you. There I’ve said it.” Then releasing her from myself, I proceeded to undress with a parting remark.
“And do wear something, before I change my mind and we go for it again. ”
She turned to me and said “That’s what I’ll be expecting from you hereafter. Anyway it won’t be much of a surprise, will it?” saying so, she turned and gave me a good look of her body before she disappeared into the bathroom, while I felt content and mused over my earlier remarks and fantasies. I realized of all of them, the one which I’d with my wife was the best and realized how lucky I was to get her.