Sweetie’s Hot Indian Wife Fantasies – Part 2

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Hello readers, Sweetie here again to share my another hot wife experience. As you read in the previous story of mine, I started my hot and horny Indian wife journey after being banged by my husband’s friend Vinod and that too on my husband’s birthday.

You guys surely remember my fair body and my sexy figure of 34B-30-32. In this part, I am gonna narrate about how I enjoyed my boyfriend’s dick after college days.

During my college days, I was in a relationship with Kishore. It was kind of a physical relationship from both sides as there was merely any love between us.

We both enjoyed making out with each other and my boyfriend expected that even after my marriage, I will continue making out with him! But, for 6 years, I was just enjoying only one dick which was of my husband.

As my lust and hunger grew over the years and after the incident with Vinod, I became quiet bold about my erotic fantasies.

My ex-boyfriend never stopped trying to contact me and meet me to make out but I somehow used to ignore meeting him as I didn’t want to mess up my marriage. A few weeks after my husband’s birthday, my ex-boyfriend messaged me a simple ‘hello’.

I was excited to see his message and without wasting a minute, I replied to him. He was quite happy to see a prompt reply as he wasn’t expecting such a quick response. Within minutes, he came to the point and asked me for a sexual meeting.

I, being a horny and hot wife now, agreed to it and asked him for a date and place to have some fun. He might have been in heaven seeing such a sexy reply and asked me to come down to his place the same day itself as he was staying alone. But it was difficult for me to meet him that day so I postponed it to the next day.

I went to the parlour, got worked on every place in my body as I was about to meet my favourite bed partner from my college.

Next day after my husband left for work, I immediately started getting ready for Kishore. I still remembered that he loved to see me in saree (of course, seeing me nude was his first choice). So, I decided to wear a black saree with black petticoat, black pantie, and a black bra type blouse without any brassiere inside.

I was looking like a vanilla ice cream covered with a chocolatey layer. As soon as I entered my ex-boyfriend’s house, his eyes and his dick both welcomed me together! I just gave him a casual hug which he converted into a romantic one by grabbing me from my back and kissing my brown juicy lips.

We broke after almost a minute, looked at each other’s eyes and passed a gentle smile to each other. I held Kishore’s hand and we walked towards the sofa. I was very excited to touch my ex-boyfriend’s body after so many years as he was still stiff and masculine. We sat there and talked for a few minutes about our lives.

After that, his hands were over my thighs. We were damn close to each other. By then, we had many kisses and I could see in his eyes how badly my ex-boyfriend missed to play with my body.

I got up and he got hold of my pallu which he deliberately brought down over my shoulder, then my chest and then below my milky navel. He was now staring at my cleavage and arms which were completely getting flaunted in my sleeveless blouse. As I wasn’t wearing any brassiere, my nipples were poking and visible.

My ex-boyfriend then stood up and touched me on my navel. He slowly slid his hand a little below my belly button and loosened my saree and threw it on the floor. I was now standing in a blouse and petticoat in front of him.

Kishore got very horny with that look of mine and started kissing all over my neck, back, and hands. His hands were moving freely all over my body without any obstacles.

Then he lifted me on his shoulders and threw me on the bed. I laid there with my face downwards and my sexy back towards Kishore. He removed his clothes and started his journey of feeling my body through my legs. His hands rolled all over my legs and meanwhile, I set the petticoat nada knot loose.

He removed the petticoat and rolled his hands over my butt. Then he came to my back with his hands and unbuttoned my blouse in a jiffy. He enjoyed my bare whitish back for a few minutes by kissing all over it, caressing it and squeezing my navel many times. My pussy was already leaking juices.

My ex then turned me towards himself and got to see my boobs almost after 6 years. He kissed them like animals and gave me 2-3 love bites over them. He kissed me all over my navel, then back to my boobs, and then started fingering my cunt. I had already come twice but still, I was enjoying his every touch.

Kishore kissed me wildly and poked his dick near my pussy. My body instantly raised just with the touch of it and he knew that I was gonna enjoy every bit of it.

As my ex-bf knew I loved missionary position the most, he started fucking me only in that position. He kept thrusting inside me and I kept taking his powerful shots. I was no more an ordinary Indian wife but I was now a slutty hot Indian wife who was getting fucked hard by her ex-lover!

After a few minutes, he reached Kishore climax. He took out his dick and cummed all over my navel. Those hot juices felt like someone poured hot wax on my navel.

We then laid down on the bed for some time while my hand was busy with Kishore semi-erect cock and his fingers searching my glory hole. We then took a bath together to get ourselves clean. I gave him a complimentary handjob inside the bathroom.

We both could see the satisfaction in each other’s eyes. After the bath, I got back to my senses. I wore my saree and turned back to an innocent Indian wife again. Kishore then ordered me to come to him whenever possible to which I replied, “I am married but always available”. ? ? ?

Hope you guys will like this part too.

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Muaahhhh!

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