I woke up at 12 with a dream. My dick was trying to come out of my pant. I dreamed of fucking Madhu and her best friend together in bed. I have never cheated on Madhu. But after the breakup, I got this thought more.
Madhu has told me about her fetish of seeing me fucking another girl in front of her. Maybe those words were the reasons for today’s dream.
Madhu always loved me more than anything. We have fucked crazily over the past 3 years. Madhu loves hardcore sex, and I never failed to make her cum. Our cuddles after sex were the best moments.
I’m Shiv, age 27, working as HR in a startup. My ex gf Madhu, age 22, is a fashion designer in a reputable firm in Bangalore. Back to reality now.
The cool night air strikes me in front. I think about you. We’re still separated. We broke up four months ago for a silly reason. How stupid and blind I was not to believe you! How is it useful now to remember?
I’m just getting angry, but now, your image gets stuck in my mind. I saw you yesterday on the street. You were probably going home. You were walking in the shadows of the trees, so your skin was getting darker. Your uniform tan made my mind fly only to indecent things.
For the deadly combination, you were in white, in a thin white summer dress. Your nipples were already visible. My mouth was craving them only when I thought about them and felt them again in my palms. I wanted to touch you! You cared cautiously, like a lioness on the hunting ground.
You wanted to beware of the terrible heat of the sun. We passed each other without looking. I smiled at myself. “She doesn’t give up. She remained the way I knew her. Maybe her pride has increased since our last fight,” I said. You had no idea, baby, how much you intrigued me through your indifference.
I said to put an end to the waiting. I was wondering how long it took me to get to you. I dressed up, and I left. I knew you always had a small key under pressure for any eventuality if you stayed outside.
I slowly opened the door and walked in. Before I came to your bedroom, my stomach made funny sounds. I was like, ‘Damn it! Right now?’ But a bad smile appeared.
I took a topping of chocolate, fruits, and whipped cream from the fridge. I had to take care of you; you were my little girl. I walked slightly into the bedroom, and I looked at you. You were dressed in a pale pink short night dress with a pair of tiny boxers made of lace.
“How beautiful you were, baby!” I looked at your chest as if it was resurrecting and breathing through the piece of material under your sweet breath. I took two scarves and started to tie you as easily as possible without waking you up. I tied up your hands with a scarf and, with the other one, your eyes.
After I finished my job well, I whispered in your ear, “Madhu, wake up, my love.” Fearing that she could not make any move, she was practically immobilized under the weight of my body.
She said to me, “ What do you think you’re doing? Who are you, and with what right do you come into my house? Wow, you mentioned that I woke up with a psychopath. That’s the punishment I get because I’m trying to go unnoticed. That’s great.”
I began to laugh at hearing her words. She was exactly the way I knew her—sweet, temperamental, and full of sarcasm. Her body was trembling slightly under me. I started exploring her. She vainly fought under me and told me to stop. She finally moaned slowly beneath me.
I touched her little nipples, which were hardened. God, how I like to have her under me. To have her body only for me, to hold control! I started kissing her, sucking her clavicle that was tempting me, biting her neck, and sucking it. I knew there was going to be a big sign there.
As a bonus, I lowered my hands to her hot zone because I was not happy that she did not make any sound or gesture. I licked and sucked her tightly on her neck as my fingers were over the material. She was biting her lips involuntarily.
“Do you like it, baby?” And I was kissing her mouth. I felt tingling all over my body when my tongue merged with hers. It was hot, so hot. During that time, she started to move under my fingers.
Madhu: Get my panties down! (she said it in a breath)
Me: Of course, love. Let’s get rid of them.
I was kissing her like a madman. I was touching her pussy, so full of desire. My fingers slipped inside her. Her juice made me so happy. Seeing her breathing hard under me and how she moaned an ‘AH’ makes me awake. I lowered my neck down to the pussy.
What a sweet one! I wanted it all—to eat her pussy. It was just mine. I slowly licked her on the big labia, getting increasingly into the clitoris. It was like a little bud. I took it between my lips and started sucking it like chocolate candy. Madhu was breathing heavily and had no voice. I knew she was going crazy.
I had made a trail in her pussy. I licked her with the top of the tongue from the top down, drawing circles around and down the inside of her pussy. I was preparing to get in her to sip it and taste it, but I stopped when she began to cry. Through sighs, she said, “Please stop!”
I did not know what happened to her.
Madhu: I do not want to … I can not … I belong to someone else …
And I remained perplexed. How did it happen that I lost her? Who did she belong to? Wasn’t she mine? Annoyed, I broke her blouse apart.
Madhu: Do not hurt me. Please.
Without listening to her, I grabbed her breasts. I took her whole breast in my mouth, touching the little nipple as quickly as possible the little nipple. My tongue struggled. I felt I had no air but did not stop, frustrated with her words. I braced her breasts like a skinny and nibbled them. Then I was licking them.
Me: He touches you like how I do?
I said it angrily, and a prolonged moan came out of her mouth.
Me: He kisses you like me.
And I took her face in my hands and kissed her patiently. I was not getting enough of her mouth or her taste. She was trying to say something, but she did not succeed. She was red and ashamed of what she was feeling. She was not liking what I was doing to her.
Madhu: Stop, please! I do not want this. I’m in love with someone else. Go away and leave me; I do not belong to you. I’m his …
I was angry when I saw her rejecting me, but her helplessness made me sad. Although I loved her, I was nervous because she allowed another man to be with her. Then I put my fingers in her pussy. She was full of pleasure because she did not expect what was happening.
I had two fingers in her, slowly licking her clitoris. Then she called him “Rachit.” I stopped. I was shocked because I did not expect it.
Me: Rachit is the one to whom you belong? Are you in love with him? Do you want him?
Madhu: I told you there was someone else. (she said now, angry) What else do you want? If you do not mind, you have tortured me enough. Do me a favour and leave if you are kind and hope to do it now that I have hurt your pride.
Me: Happy!
I untied her hands.
“Madhu, love, take your scarf off your eyes!”
When I took the scarf from her eyes, she was speechless. She put her arms around my neck and started kissing me with lust and tears in her eyes.
Madhu: I would love you all my life and not replace you with anyone!
I started kissing her madly, making love as if I were doing it for the first time. I touched her trembling body and put his fingers in her wet pussy. I penetrated her deeply with the penis in her pussy which was trembling with desire. She let me do what I wanted with her.
I penetrated her deeply and loved her the way I loved her every time, passionately. Our love tasted better from that moment on.
It’s been a year. We are away due to work, but there’s not even a day we missed to have virtual sex, be it sexting or in the video.
Love makes life beautiful, but sex makes love beautiful.
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