Happy Wife, Happy Life

It has been a while since we last made love to each other, like intense and sensual love. The kids are on a trip, and I have the entire weekend to enjoy her. Between me working and her being a dedicated housewife and taking care of our two kids, we barely get enough time for each other.

Hence, this week was a golden opportunity for us. We had the entire home to ourselves. Had it not been Friday, I wouldn’t have had to wait till the evening. I got back home to see her drying her hair at the window. She had just taken a bath, and her skin was still moist.

The warm sunlight was reflecting from her skin, giving her a radiant and glowing silhouette. My eyes were stuck to her, just admiring her. The way her waist folds as she bends sideways. The way her pallu is pulled downwards reveals her cleavage a bit.

I just stood there, mesmerised by the view, till her sweet voice broke my trance.

“What are you staring at?”

I instinctively replied, “Your face.”

She continued with “What do you want?” while adding a melody to it.

“You.”

“What if I said no?”

“You won’t be able to.”

“You don’t seem to have any pure intentions,” she said, squinting her eyes gleefully as a smile enveloped her face.

I took a step forward in her direction, only to be stopped by her “Stop.” It felt like I walked into a wall.

“Take a bath first, then come near me.”

I can’t object to that, as I haven’t taken a bath yet. I came out of the shower and wore my white shirt and navy blue pants. I sprayed the perfume she liked the most on me. I found her in the kitchen, making breakfast for both of us. Her hair was not totally dried and lay on her right shoulder.

It reveals her left collarbone and neck, as well as her back. It still seems a bit wet from sweat accumulated while working in the kitchen’s heat. Slowly creeping towards her, I crossed my arms around her waist.

One closer to her breasts, pushing onto her lower breasts a bit, while the other near her belly button. My fingertips slipped between her saree and her skin. She had a surprised gasp as I touched her. Taking a sniff, she replied, “Wow, whom do you want to impress that you’re wearing this perfume?”

“I already have her in my arms.”

“Oh,” she continued with her cooking. “What will you do if she is impressed?”

“This.”

I lowered my head towards her neck. I started kissing her, making my way up to her ears while leaving a trail of kisses. I pulled her earlobe with my lips and started nibbling on it gently. I knew that was her weak spot, and her body responded quickly to it.

I could feel her temperature rise. Her breathing got heavy and much more frequent. She started pushing her hips against me as she leaned a bit forward. Her hands had stopped moving, but she held onto the spoon. I could see her biting her lower lips on the reflective surface of the chimney over the stove.

I urge you to take her then and there. Push her on the kitchen counter, tear off her clothes, and make love to her. But I couldn’t. Had it not been for the meetings, we would have been all over each other. Instead, I trailed down towards her collarbone and gave her a hickey.

My hand slipped down towards her thigh. I grabbed it tightly with my fingers pushing against her pussy.  “Fuck,” her lips puckered inward as she tried to stifle her moans, her eyes closed. Her thighs flexed, pushing my hand against her pussy.

Her hands gripped the edges of the kitchen counter as she pushed her ass against my bone and moved it around. She very well knew how her charms worked on me. But I had some other plans for her. The more I play with her, the more I tease her.

The more I made her anticipate, the more excited she gets when it’s time for sex. I knew how to make her hungry for it. I pushed her against the counter, driving my boner deeper between her ass. I could feel her wetness seeping through the folds of the saree and on my fingers.

She was ready for it. This was a make-or-break thing. If I do it right, we will be having wild love-making in the evening; if I get it wrong, I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight. The greater the risks, the sweeter the rewards. I pulled my hand from between her thighs and unfolded my other hand from around her waist.

Placing them on her hands, I interlocked my fingers with her. I leaned against her, pressing my boner harder against her. I whispered in her ears, “That’s all that I wanted to do. Bring the breakfast to the table. I have to leave for the office soon.”

I unclasped my fingers and kissed her cheek before I backed away from her and moved towards the door. Before I left the room, I turned to look at her and saw her staring back at me. Her anger and frustration were clearly visible in her frowning eyebrows and her grinding teeth.

At that moment, I could see myself sleeping on the couch. But just as I thought my faith was sealed, she had a faint squint in her eyes and a developing grin, a sign of hope. I knew she would be up for it, for she likes to be teased and likes to tease me back.

I remember her flashing me, making suggestive comments, and making seductive faces while at an event. What followed after that was a long and steamy session after we got back.

I sat at the dining table while reading the newspaper until she brought the breakfast. I was waiting for her to do something. But we had our breakfast in silence. I was doubting my assumptions now. Maybe I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

I was lost in the thought of how I should play things differently now. I heard the clink of a spoon falling on the floor. I saw it lying just beside her, and her hand was reaching out for it. Just at that moment, I saw her pallu fall beside her hand. My eyes zoomed up towards her chest.

I saw something enough to make blood rush to her other head. Her boobs were pressing against her blouse, her cleavage forming a valley between them, with a faint light emerging from the other end. It didn’t last long as she sat up and pulled the pallu over her shoulder.

“If you’re done staring, eat,” she replied as she caught my eyes meeting hers.

“Haa.” I resumed my breakfast, eating the last few bites, before she took the utensils and started washing them. While I took my blazer and my office bag, I realised something. Her pallu was fastened to her blouse via a safety pin broach of the same colour as her saree.

While she pushed the pallu over her shoulder, there was no broach near or around her. Unless she deliberately removed it. Just knowing that she was up for it put me in a good mood, and I started planning for the evening. As I was about to leave, she caught me at the door.

I saw the broach on her shoulder, and she realised that I knew what she had done. She closed the distance and put her hands on my chest.  “You’re not the only one who can tease,” she winked as her right hand slid down towards my cock. She started stroking it over my pants.

She licked her lips and bit her lower lip while locking eyes with me, and that was enough to give me a hard-on. The door was open behind me, and gladly, we didn’t have any neighbours on our floor. She slowly pushed me out of the door while playing with the head of my shaft.

Raising on her toes, she whispered in my ears, “Don’t have to go to the office?” At that very moment, I felt a sharp pain. She flicked the head of my penis. It wasn’t very painful, but enough to make the hard-on go soft.

“We’re equal now,” she laughed, and she closed the safety door while reversing back into the house. “See you in the evening, hubby.” Her sassy comment with a grin while waving at me was enough to make my day. But it was just the start.

I was already fascinated by the evening as I replied. “See you, wifey,” and went into the lift.

The morning went by quickly, and it was already lunchtime. The Friday rush and meetings kept me busy and away from my phone. As I unlocked it, I got her name pop up on my screen. She had just messaged me.

Her: Had lunch?

Me: No, I will have now. You?

Her: Done.

Me: I opened the tiffin, but I don’t know if I can eat it.

Her:  Why do you say that? Why can’t you eat?

Me: Maybe you put something in because I teased you earlier?

Her: Hehe, no, no, I didn’t spike the lunch. But still have to take revenge.

Me: Isn’t what you did at the front door enough?

Her: Yeah, but revenge for this is left.

She sent a selfie of the hickey from an upper angle. Her pallu was on her lap, and she pressed against the sides of her boobs, giving them a push-up effect. She was trying to get me horny, and it did the job well.

Me: Seems I should have rather given hickeys on those two.

Her: I wouldn’t have stopped you, but the office was more important for you.

Me: Work was necessary. Let me make it up to you. We will go for dinner in the evening.

Her: Alright, what time?

Me: 7:00 p.m., be ready.

Her: Okay, what should I wear?

Me: Anything casual.

Her: Okay, how’s work?

Me: It’s a bit hectic. I have a meeting to attend.

Her: You could have taken a leave. Who is going to scold the boss?

Me: I could have, but I would have been stressed the entire weekend. I want to focus on one thing this weekend.

Her: What?

Me: You.

Her: Haha, don’t butter me up.

Me:  I would have done it in person, but alas, I’m here.

Her: And what else might you have done?

Me: That’s a secret.

Her: Yeah, yeah, you don’t have it.

Me: Hehe, see for yourself in the evening.

Her: Haa, that we will see if you get time to stop staring at me.

Me: How could I not when you’re so hot and sexy?

Her: Yeah, yeah, stop buttering me up and have your lunch. I’ll do some chores till then.

Me: Alright, I will call you when I leave. Bye.

Her: Bye.

I continued with my work, and as the clock struck 6:30, I packed my stuff and hurried to the car. I called her as soon as I started driving.

Me: Ready?

Her: Yeah.

Me: Okay, meet me in 10 minutes at the gate.

Her: Haa. Cut the call. I’m getting ready.

Me: You said you’re ready.

Her: Let me get ready, bye.

I reached the gates at 6:58, and she was nowhere to be found. I got out of the car. I was just about to call her when my eyes fell on a beauty walking towards me. She was covered in a white floral sundress with a snugged waist. Flaunting her hourglass figure while the dress highlighted her voluptuous figure.

Her long, unbounded, silky hairs flowed to the side. It was her, the woman I fell for, now making heads turn as she walked towards me, leaving me stunned.  She came close to me, pinched the dress from the side, and gave a twirl.

“How do I look?”

“Words would be insufficient to describe your beauty? Rather, I should be complimenting the one who made you or the one who brought us together?”

“Nope, I’m the one to be complimented since I put in the effort,” She winked.

“You, my love, are effortlessly beautiful. No amount of words strung into a sentence would be enough to describe your charm.” I winked back.

She smiled from ear to ear and kissed me. I can feel the jealous gaze of people cursing me for having such a drop-dead gorgeous wife. I opened the door for her, went to the driver’s seat, and drove off to the restaurant.

Her: Listen. Let’s not dine at a restaurant.

“Then where should we go?”

“Let’s have street food, I am craving Pani Puri.”

“Let’s go then, but it won’t be enough to satiate us.”

“Yeah, then we will have a sandwich, then momos, then pav bhaji and some juice.”

“Seems you have already planned it.”

“Hehehe, yes.”

We went to her favourite Pani Puri stall and ate Pani Puri there. Afterwards, we had sandwiches and pav bhaji. She was full by then. We decided to go for a walk in the park. We walked around for an hour or so, and it was 9:30. The park was about to close.

On our way back, we decided to go for a long drive. It was quite a long highway, and I was cruising at the speed limit. We had been talking about random things when she suddenly went silent. I looked at her and saw her pulling her sundress up and removing her white pants.

The dress was crumpled up at her waist. She took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. She was soaking wet. Her fluids were on my finger. She took my hand and started licking my fingers one at a time. But she wasn’t done. Her hands were now on my lap, touching my cock and rubbing it over my pants.

I knew what she was onto, and I wanted that too. I pushed my seat back a bit to make space for her head. She unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. Her hands are magic, soft yet firm. She stroked my penis and started licking the tip of it. This was risky.

I slowed down my car and started driving in the left lane at a moderate speed. We were still approximately 10 minutes away from reaching home. But she was in no mood to wait. Her mouth was all over my shaft, licking my glans with her tongue and rubbing it on the insides of her cheeks.

Her drool was all over my pants while one of my hands gripped the steering wheel and the other held her head. It didn’t take long for me to start building up fluids. I squirted all of it in her mouth. She just gulped it all down as she lifted her head.

A bit of my sperm was left on her lips. She likes it off with her tongue seductively while looking at me. That one look was enough to make me go hard again. This woman has that kind of hold over me. It was about time we reached home.

I zipped up my pants and dabbed the excess drool in me before getting out of the car. She pulled her dress down. We made our way towards the lift. She grabbed my arm and walked beside me. As soon as the lift closed, she started rubbing herself over my wrist.

We reached our floor. She opened the doors to our house with the keys and entered while I followed behind her. As soon as I closed the door behind me, she jumped on me, pinning me against the door. She started kissing me passionately. Her hands were wrapped around my head, pulling me in.

We were kissing, pushing out tongues in each other’s mouths, and playing with each other. My hands were on her ass, pushing her into me. Her hands had already found their way to my shirt and were undoing my buttons. We both somehow made our way to the bedroom.

Kissing while rolling and bumping against the wall. We let go of each other and just started undressing ourselves. She got herself out of the dress as quickly as I got myself out of my pants and underwear. She had already gotten hold of my erect dick.

She was stroking it. My hands were on her slit, rubbing on her clitoral area with my palm while my fingers pushed against the walls inside her pussy.  We slowly shuffled towards the bed while kissing and playing with each other. Her legs were against the frame of the bed, and she fell on it.

I took the opportunity to kneel, spread her legs apart, and start eating her out. She was already wet with all the moisture from the fingering. I started pressing my tongue against her slit, pushing them apart. I was rubbing the back of my tongue against her clitoral area.

She was way more sensitive. She responded to the first brush of my tongue against her clitoral area. Closing her legs and thrusting her pussy into me by flexing her buttocks and thighs. I forced her legs open again and pinned them to the side while continuing to eat her pussy.

Playing with her labials, nibbling on them. Pulling them with my lips, I enjoyed just eating her and seeing how she reacted. Her back arched, raising her. Her hands were on my head, grabbing my hair and pushing my face against her. Her eyes closed while she licked and bit on her lower lips.

She moaned. “Uhmm, yes, fuck, yes, yes.”  Her vocabulary was reduced to just a few words and a lot of moans.  Suddenly, she started shivering. A loud moan erupted. Her legs folded in against the force of my hands holding them down, and she convulsed.

Her breathing was heavy and rapid. But it soon started to subside and get back to normal.  “Fuck me, fuck me now, please,” she begged. I was ready as well. My heart was raging to be in her and feel her warmth around it. I let go of her and stood up.

She turned herself in the meantime, getting into a doggy position. She leaned down, her back arching while her head lay on the mattress. She held her buttocks with her hands and spread them open, revealing her pussy and butthole.

I grabbed her ass and started rubbing my dick around her entrance, grinding against it. Teasing her didn’t last long. She reached out from underneath and grabbed my dick, and pushed it against her entrance as she pushed herself back. The entire length went in; it was warm and well-lubricated with her cum.

“Aah,” she moaned against the mattress as I spanked her ass. Her insides contracted against my dick as I spanked her. I started thrusting her at a slow but deep pace. She started rocking back and forth, and we were in sync. My glans never came out of her.

As I pulled back, she rocked ahead. But just enough to keep the glans in. As I moved forward, she rocked back, pushing my cock deep into her. Every contact of her ass with my body made a clapping sound. The ripples travelled along her butt, making it giggle.

Her boobs were pressed against the mattress and bounced a bit.  Looking down, it was the best view I could have. Her ass pressed against me, with a faint print of my hand on one of her butt cheeks. Her back arched, pushing her ass up. Her curvy ass narrowed down towards her waist.

With her back dimples visible and her love handles contouring and acting as a bridge between her curvy ass and slim wait. Her boobs pressed against the mattress, spilling to the side. Her hands were extended in front of her, grabbing on the bedsheet.

The icing on the cake was her muffled moans. The way she twisted and twirled her ass if I stopped thrusting her for a second.  I didn’t want her to strain herself to keep herself in this position. I gathered some pillows and pushed them below her belly so she could rest herself down and still have the same position.

She plopped down, exhaled, and relaxed a bit, which was good for me. The more relaxed she felt, the longer I could make love to her. We had transferred from a downward doggy to an elevated prone bone.

It was a much better position in my books. The motion rubbed her clitoral area against the pillows, creating one more stimulus. My hands were now moving over her back, grabbing on her back muscles and moving around. Pushing my fingertips against her skin, leaving a trail without cutting into her skin.

I was enjoying leaving my marks on her, etching my imprints on her. I claimed her to be mine. Caught up in the sensation and the moment, I realised I was reaching the edge. Gaining control of my breathing, I slowed down my tempo, trying to last longer.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning under my breath. Her warmth enveloped my shaft. The sensation of her soft flesh in my hands and the visible imprints I left on her back were too many stimuli to ignore. I grabbed onto her ass tightly and started thrusting her faster and harder.

One thing I knew she liked while going harder was spanks. Her other butt cheek was still plain without my imprints. I started spanking her gently. I noticed her contracting around my cock with each spank. 4–5 hard spanks on both cheeks. They were both red and sensitive to touch.

The moment I grabbed them tightly, her moans increased in volume. But it wasn’t a negative response.

“I’m going to…” I huffed out while breathing heavily.

“In…me…cum inside,” she managed to reply with her moans in between.

I started to feel the cum build up in the base of my cock. Trying hard to contract and hold it in for longer, I started thrusting in faster while grabbing on her ass tight. My dick started to swell up, getting ready to paint her insides with my cum.

It seemed to have made her reach her end as well. She started to contract harder around my dick. I had reached my limit, and it came out bursting. I could feel the thick cum moving inside me and surrounding my dick inside her. It was hot and dense.

My cock was still pulsating and unloading bits of cum inside her. It seems to have hit her spots right. She started contracting and pulsating around my dick while her body stiffened. As her breathing returned to normal, she turned around and pulled me in.

As I fell onto her, she climbed over me, and we made out. We decided to call it a night, took a shower together, and went to sleep. We had two more days to ourselves. One thing was sure: we weren’t done with each other yet, for there were more cravings yet to be satisfied.

The story is a work of fiction. I am open to any suggestions, criticism, requests, etc. You can reach me via Gmail or Google Chats at [email protected].