“Oh yes, harder, baby,” I moaned as my husband Rakesh fucked me from behind in our kitchen. Only two buttons were undone on my shirt. I was hoping he’d tear it off, but he didn’t. My yoga pants were pulled down only a little bit, not torn apart like I would’ve liked.
Shirt and yoga pants might sound like a crazy combo. But who even cares when I’m going to be home alone?
“I’m gonna cum, Ananya,” he announced.
“Already? No, wait, keep going for just a bit,” I said as if I was shocked, but I wasn’t really.
“Too late,” he said as his face collapsed on my back. He was kissing my neck. He was done cumming already, only 5 minutes after he pulled my pants down.
“Thanks for that, honey. I’ll see you tonight. Take care, love you,” he kissed my lips and left for work.
Looking back at our relationship, I don’t think we ever had sex for longer than 20 minutes. Now that I say it out loud, it sounds a little crazy that I decided to marry him. But you wouldn’t understand me unless you actually lived my life.
Rakesh and I lost our virginities to each other during our first year of college. We literally got addicted to sex. So I never really thought about if someone could fuck me better than Rakesh does. Whenever I was horny, Rakesh was too, and we would end up fucking.
He was a good man, too and really loved me. So we stayed together and got married when we were both 26. But as I grew up, I started discussing my sex life with my friends on girls’ nights. I realized that the sex I had with Rakesh was boring and monotonous when compared to what my friends were having.
Their bragging about the sizes of their boyfriends’ dicks only made things worse for me. Rakesh’s was only medium-sized. But I never admitted any of these to my friends. As far as they knew, I was having wonderful sex, and Rakesh had a big dick that kept me satisfied.
I tried to spice it up many times. I’d wear seductive dresses and lingerie for him, hoping he’d take control of me and dominate me. But I failed every single time. We usually have sex in the missionary and standing doggy position. Sometimes, he finishes before we could even switch to a different position.
He completely stopped eating my pussy out after getting a promotion. I was sitting on the couch and daydreaming about all this. Then I noticed some guy enter the house. Rakesh left without closing the door, it seems. He was dressed in a polo T-shirt and jeans. He was well-built and quite tall.
“Umm, ma’am, may I come in?” he asked when he noticed me on the couch.
“Who is this?” I walked towards him. I noticed his eyes suddenly shift to my chest. I almost wanted to smack my head on the wall. I realized I forgot to put on the two buttons, but it was too late for that now.
“You called for fixing the patio? This is Mr. Rakesh’s residence, right?” he looked puzzled. But he still was glancing at my cleavage.
“Oh yes, come in,” I walked him to our backyard and showed him our patio.
Our house was quite luxurious, but it needed someone to manage it. We only moved in a couple of months ago. So, I decided to quit the job and focus on our house for a while.
“Let me know if you need anything, Mr…?” I waited for him to say his name.
“Anish, ma’am,” he replied, trying his best not to look at my milky cleavage.
“I’ll be in the living room, Anish. Feel free to ask for anything,” I said and let him do his work.
I spent the morning browsing the internet to buy stuff to decorate the house. By the time I was done, the time was already 1 p.m.. I just remembered Anish was still out there, so I went to the kitchen and made lemonade for him. I was shocked and almost dropped the glass.
I noticed he was working without his shirt on, but I tried my best to keep my composure. His body was so perfect it was almost as if his fat percentage was 0. He had nice abs, his arms and shoulders were muscular, and veins popped out from his arms as he was working.
He looked straight out of some underwear commercial. I cleared all these thoughts from my head before I spoke up.
“Ummm, Anish?” I called out. He jumped from the ladder and almost ran to me.
“Sorry, ma’am, it was hot outside, so I had to take off my shirt,” he said, wiping the sweat off his body with his towel.
“It’s alright here. Have some lemonade,” I offered him.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said and drank it up. It honestly hurt me that such a hot guy had to be so formal with me.
“Don’t call me ma’am. Just call me Ananya or Anu,” I told him, taking the glass back.
“Sure, Ananya. You have a nice name,” he said and got back to work. He kept glancing at my cleavage this time, too. But it didn’t bother me one bit. For the first time in my life, I wanted someone other than my husband to look at me and lust over me.
The feeling was new, filled with guilt and nervousness. But I liked it. Unfortunately, Anish did not seem to be the type of guy who would make the first move. I didn’t want to make any moves and embarrass myself either. So, I was confused as to how to take the next step and if I wanted to take a step at all.
He kept working for another hour. I decided to undo another button. It revealed a part of my red-laced bra, and I stepped outside.
“Anish, don’t you think it’s time for lunch?” I asked. He was shocked to see me this time. But he controlled himself from showing a huge facial reaction.
“Uh, yes, ma’am. I have packed my lunch. I will eat it now,” he said and took his eyes off of me. He sat down on the floor and started eating. I sat on a chair beside him and bent down to talk to him, revealing more of my cleavage.
“You can come eat at the dining table, Anish,” I said.
He was almost speechless for a while. He just kept looking at my boobs. I tried to take a look at his pants, but it was a bit difficult to say he was hard from this angle.
“Sure, ma’am. If that won’t be a problem,” he replied.
“Not a problem at all, Anish. And what did I tell you to call me?” I asked and led him to our dining room.
“Sorry, Ananya,” he sat down on the table and started eating. Once again, he made no moves except for occasionally staring at my cleavage. I do not know why I expected him to do anything anyway. He obviously couldn’t read my mind. So he must be thinking he’d get into trouble if he did anything.
He ate his lunch, asked permission to use the bathroom, and continued with his work. I didn’t disturb him because I didn’t want to seem too desperate. But I knew if something was to happen, I should be the one to make the first move.
But what did I want to happen? Do I want him to fuck me? Do I really want to cheat on my husband? I didn’t know. But it felt so good and thrilling to be alone in the house with a man who was clearly lusting over me.
Around some time in the evening, I went to use the bathroom on the ground floor. I noticed some milky fluid on the floor. I bent down and touched it. I was almost certain it was cum. Then I remembered Anish used the bathroom after lunch.
I was convinced with a little more teasing, he’d do something. I had the perfect plan for it. I went out to the backyard to water the lawn and plants. I turned on the water hose and walked a little closer to Anish. He was working shirtless.
I turned the water spraying speed to full, and I ‘accidentally’ sprayed some water all over my dress. As expected, Anish ran to me to help me, and I sprayed some on him, too. He put his right hand around my waist and pulled me closer. He held my hand firmly and stopped the hose.
We were both drenched and standing very close to each other, basically breathing on each other’s faces.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, Anish,” I shouted, wiping his body gently with my fingers as if it would dry the water away. But I was actually feeling his muscles.
“It’s okay, Ananya. But we’re both soaked now,” his grip on my waist tightened. He was finally making a move.
“Well, it’s a good thing you work shirtless,” I giggled. “But your pants are soaked too,” I said and touched his crotch. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but his cock was hard. I only felt it for a few seconds, but it was thick and large.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said it like he didn’t even mean it.
His hand was still on my waist, and his eyes focused on my cleavage. My red bra was clearly visible now that I was drenched. I bet he could easily see my whole body.
“No, no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched there. You’re just a human being after all,” that came out in a much more seductive voice than I intended. “Come on in, I’ll get you a towel,” I held his hands and walked him upstairs to our bedroom.
I handed him one of our towels and watched him dry himself, still with my wet clothes on.
“You have such a great body, you know,” I said.
“You have a great body, too, Ananya,” he replied.
“You have not seen mine, though,” I bit my lips.
“I can see it clear as day,” he grinned. I laughed in response.
“Still, that’s not enough to judge, though,” I bit my lip. “Do you want me to get a better view?” he walked closer. He gripped my waist with both of his hands and pulled me a bit closer. His fingers went to the bottom of my shirt, waiting to unbutton it.
I was breathing heavily. He took that for a yes. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt from bottom to top and took it off completely. His eyes were fixed on my boobs. My erect nipples were clearly visible through the wet bra.
“Well, now you’ve seen it,” I said.
“Not fully,” he replied and slowly pulled my yoga pants down.
“Was that wet before you sprayed water?” he asked, looking at my panties.
“I don’t know, maybe,” I replied in a low husky voice.
He gently rubbed my panties, and a low moan escaped my mouth. He slowly slid his right hand inside my panties and caressed my pussy. Two of his fingers went inside my pussy. His fingers held onto my pussy like a hook. He pulled me closer by my pussy and kissed my lips before I could moan loudly.
“Do you want me to go on, Ananya?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want you to stop,” I replied, my voice almost shaky.
“That’s a good girl,” he said and slowly fingered me as we kissed. “You have been teasing me all day, haven’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, baby,” we were basically eating each other’s lips now.
“You deserve a punishment for that, don’t you?” he was fingering me harder now.
“Oh, I love getting punished for being a brat,” I replied.
It was like I discovered a new side of me. I was still nervous and feeling a bit guilty, but it all added to the thrill. I watch some hardcore porn sometimes, and I’ve always wanted to be dominated. But, of course, it never happened with Rakesh. So it turned me on when Anish said he was going to punish me.
“You have been such a dirty little slut today,” he said and slapped my ass cheeks with both his hands and gripped them tightly. I unbuttoned his pants and put my left hand inside his undies. His cock was definitely big, thick, and it was burning hot.
“You wasted a lot of cum earlier in the bathroom downstairs. But good thing you’re hard again now,” I slowly stroked his cock head and pulled back the foreskin.
“This time, it’s going all in your mouth, don’t worry,” he kissed my lips and fingered me harder.
Just as I was about to kneel, I heard the doorbell ring. My husband has the keys with him, but for some reason, he always rings the bell when he’s home. Anish was shell-shocked.
“Just stay here and use the hair dryer on your shirt. We’ll tell him what really happened and leave out the…um… intimate part.”
I pulled my pants up, put on the first T-shirt I could find in the wardrobe and hurried downstairs. Rakesh was about to head upstairs when I told him the whole story about how I accidentally sprayed water on both of us.
I tried my best to elaborate to buy some time for Anish upstairs. Eventually, Rakesh and I headed upstairs to our room. Anish was fully dressed, and he was drying his shirt.
“Hey, I’m sorry for what happened. Feel free to use the dryer,” Rakesh told him.
“Thank you, sir. Your wife took good care of me, so it’s all good. But I still have a lot of work to do. It might take 2 or 3 days to complete,” Anish said.
It was unbelievable to see him talk so professionally again after having his fingers inside of me and his tongue down my throat. It was a bit weird to see him chat with my husband normally.
“Oh, feel free to complete it tomorrow. It’ll be good to know my wife won’t be alone when I’m gone on a trip,” Rakesh said. I was confused.
“Wait, what trip?” I asked.
“Oh, I gotta go to meet with the CEO and finish up a work. I might get another promotion as well. Isn’t that amazing?” Rakesh was so excited he hugged me tightly and kissed my cheeks.
“I’ll drop by tomorrow then,” Anish said with a naughty grin.
“Sure,” Rakesh told him. “I’ll go freshen up. And don’t prepare dinner. We’ll order something,” Rakesh told me and went inside the bathroom.
“We’ll continue this tomorrow then,” Anish whispered into my ears and spanked my ass before he left.
To be continued.
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