Kusuma’s anniversary gift from loving Husband

Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a new story.  First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my stories. I am a story writer with many stories published.

About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties).

Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr.

The story will be narrated in the footsteps of Kusuma’s husband, Anil.

I am Anil, basically from Mangaluru, and settled in Bangalore for the past 7 years after joining the job. I married Kusumaa and two years are complete now. Kusuma is also from my native Mangaluru. I am 33 now and had an age gap of 10 years with my wife.

We are a nuclear family. She just recently joined for a job. I never wanted her to join work because I was earning big money. She convinced me with boredom, so I agreed to Kusuma’s request.

A lot of things have changed since Kusuma joined the job. I could see a modern lady Kusuma. She was loving and caring for me very badly before earning. After joining the job, her care for me doubled, which was surprising.

She awakens early, prepares breakfast and lunch, and packs the boxes. She has late work hours, returns late, and still keeps herself busy preparing dinner. She doesn’t allow me to do any work in the household work. I feel damn blessed and lucky to have such a wife.

We started speaking openly about sexual stuff after she joined her job. I was frustrated since I could not satisfy and meet her sexual needs in bed. I knew that I cum too quickly, and my dick didn’t stay erect for long.

In contrast to me, she needs a lot of time to cum. Whenever we were making out, she always pretended that she had cummed and enjoyed it to make me happy. I cannot go more than one round. Many times my dick never gets aroused, especially when she needs me to fuck her out of desperation.

I tried intense fingering to make her cum, but failed due to her shy nature. She is a sex-hungry lady and moans madly with the little drill action I could perform.

On questioning, she never complained about her dissatisfaction. I hardly remember a wild session in our two years of marriage where she cummed and slept satisfied. When she will be on top of me with my dick in her.

She would excitedly rotate her hips around the cock, feeling her pussy. I used to cum within a few seconds, and my dick drooped. I was devastatingly frustrated with myself. I went to the doctor for sexual help but not much changed.

She slept most of her nights, failing to wake my dick. I was a regular reader of ISS stories. One day while reading the stories, an idea crossed my head. I messaged Madhan after reading his cuckold stories. I told him about my requirement of making my wife cum.

He asked for my wife’s pic, and on seeing her, he readily agreed for the wild fun. I spoke to Madhan through telegram. On discussing with Madhan, I was quite confident about anonymity and secrecy. I wanted to surprise my wife with the pleasures Madhan could provide on occasion.

The plan was executed on our second anniversary as a gift to my wife. Madhan reached our apartment near Jakkur, airport road at Bengaluru at 8 in the evening. I took Madhan from the parking lot to my flat on the 7th floor.

I introduced Madhan to my wife as a friend of mine. They shook hands and smiled at each other. Madhan did not take his eyes off my young hotwife. I could notice the restlessness in Kusuma from her deathly stares at Madhan.

Since it was our wedding anniversary, Kusuma looked very pretty. She was dressed to kiss like a hot angel. Let me describe Kusuma, aged 23, with a medium height of around 5.5’. Kusuma wore an eye-grabbing transparent dark red saree with a matching blouse.

She was confused by the unannounced and never before known Madhan in our flat. Madhan’s eyes were scanning every bit of her body. He had his eyes hanging over the fleshy milky white cleavage of Kusuma’s massive boobs.

When she walked to get the cake to the hall, Madhan fucked my wife with his eyes. She was wearing a blouse with a bareback held by a single thread. Her back was bare and visible, with a mole near the single thread holding the blouse.

His eyes transfixed on the sexy slim hips with a single wave curve and shaking pair of ass cheeks. When she walked, her anklet made sounds.

She came back with a box of cake. She placed the cake on the teapoy, with the sound of “gal gal” of her red glass bangles. When she bent to keep the cake on the teapoy, Madhan gazed at her boobs which tried to pop out of her tight blouse cage.

Her cleavage was bulging and was peeking at us. Madhan’s hand reached over his pant. I could see him adjusting the bulge in his pants. I got an instant hard seeing the scene like those in porn movies.

Kusuma was a milky white hot girl. She had put on jewels on her neck, ears, and forehead. She was looking angelic. She cut the cake, and we exchanged a bite each. Madhan took my phone and captured the moment. Kusuma was shocked when I told her to give a bite of cake to Madhan.

On compelling, she took the piece of cake to feed Madhan. Madhan held her hand firmly and took a bite of cake with his eyes staring into Kusuma’s eyes. He held her hand and made her fingers touch his lips. I could see anger and a pink blush crossing my wife’s cute face.

After the cake cutting, I told Madhan to wait in the hall and took my wife to the room. I told her, “I have a surprise gift for you, and I want you to take the gift without saying No.” I promised her that she wouldn’t say No to my gift. She was very curious to know about the gift.

She was confused when I asked for a promise, and she gave the promise to me. I told her all about Madhan, his experiences, and my frustration with our sexual dissatisfaction. She told me that my love for her was the greatest gift, and she never bothered about her sexual needs ever.

She was totally in a state of confusion.

Madhan walked into the bedroom and walked straight to us as per the plan. He sat comfortably near the feet of my wife, Kusuma. He asked for her hand, but Kusuma denied it. He told her not to worry. It is just fun for today, with no emotional connections and no strings attached.

He placed his hand over her feet and held her foot with both hands. He suddenly bent his head and kissed her feet. She gave a big breath. I held her hand and signalled with my eyes to go ahead. I knew she wouldn’t be comfortable opening up in my presence, so I walked out of the bedroom to the hall.

He stopped me from going out of the bedroom and told me to kiss Kusuma. I was surprised and started kissing the thick lips of my wife, Kusuma. She hesitated but kissed me wildly and was horny. I noticed Madhan removing the saree from below.

He lifted the petticoat and placed his hand over the wet panty. She pushed his hands away from her pussy. He told me to switch off all the lights. I powered off all the lights and held her hands. My eyes adjusted to the pitch dark in some time.

He had removed her panty. He kissed the inner of her thigh. Kusuma was in a horny mood. She started moaning and held his head pressed against her body. He kissed all around the inner thigh near the pussy. I switched on the light to see what he was doing.

She was lying on her back, and he raised one of her left legs over his shoulders, and her right leg was resting on the floor. He pushed his head sideways, underneath the raised left leg. He adjusted his position so that his face is right above my wife Kusuma’s clean-shaven, tight pussy.

He pressed his nose over the pussy, smelling her. He kissed all around the pussy lips. Kusuma was relishing with a soft moan, and her hands were playing with Madhan’s hair. I had an exciting never-before-huge erection inside my pants.

He spread pussy lips with his forefinger and thumb. His other hand finger pressed and rubbed the bean-shaped clitoris of Kusuma. She was moaning loudly now with her eyes closed. He applied saliva on his finger and played roughly with her clitoris.

Sometimes straight movement and sometimes circular massages. He then moved his tongue sideways over the bean clitoris of my wife. Initially, he moved his pointed tongue from left to right of the clitoris.

After some time, he switched to moving his pointed tongue in a circular motion over the clitoral region. He then inserted his wet finger inside her pussy hole. The moment his finger was poked inside her pussy she gave a jolt and was in a different world.

He now started applying pressure on the clitoris with his full tongue moving rapidly from left to right. His finger, which started moving slowly at the beginning, is now at high speed hitting her pussy. He removed his wet finger from her pussy and stopped the act suddenly.

She pushed his head to continue licking and uttered to me to tell him to continue. His lips grabbed the clitoral hood and pushed an arched finger inside her pussy. She is now shouting loud. He is wildly sucking Kusuma.

She grabbed his hair tight in her hand, and she shot cum which drenched the bed. She cummed heavily.

In the next part, I will narrate my hard drill into her pussy, while she sucked Madhan’s monstrous dick. I got jealous of Madhan and felt bad for my decision. He bent my wife like a bitch and hit his balls hard on her round ass in a doggie position.

Thank you, all the ISS readers.