Husband Fulfilling Hypnotic-Wife’s Hidden Hunger – Part 2

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This story will be narrated from the footsteps of the husband, Pradeep.

Continuing the story, with my (Pradeep) first climax cum unfortunately, shot inside my pants. I felt pathetic that this time, too, I could fuck her to the brim. I knew right now, Harshita’s starvation for sex was at its pinnacle. But like a cruel joke, my dick refused to act a second time.

Madhan, sensing my distress, took control. Madhan slowly walked to the foot of the bed with his eyes never leaving my wife Harshita’s milky, pulpy, curvaceous body. With a gentleness that belied his dominant nature, Madhan lifted her foot.

Madhan’s touch made my wife, Harshita, squeeze her eyes shut. The sound of her anklet chiming softly. The moment Madhan’s lips graze her toe, Harshi’s hands clutch my shirt and the bedspread tightly. Her knuckles turn white with a sudden intake of breath.

Madhan’s lips gently trail kisses from her toes, up her calves. With every kiss, his hands slowly pushed my wife’s saree higher and higher, unveiling her milky thigh. “Oh, what thighs,” By saying this, Madhan started drawing circles and rubbing the inner skin of her thick, fleshy thighs.

Madhan’s lips spent more time sucking and eating her milky thighs. She adored his time on her thighs. My dick started to twitch inside my pants at seeing my wife’s milky thighs being swallowed by this stranger. I watched, transfixed, as his lips graced her soft flesh.

Madhan’s lips stop midway to her thighs, inches away from the heavenly door, the pussy. Madhan stared right into Harshu’s eyes. With a playful smile, Madhan slides his hand, which vanishes, sneaking into her saree. Madhan mutters, watching me, “Oh juicy. Your wife,” a smirk playing on his lips.

Listening to Madhan’s dirty comment, Harshita’s eyes fluttered open. He slowly pulls out his hand and licks his fingers with the tip of his tongue, watching my wife, Harshita. A shy and satisfied smile crosses my wife’s cheeks.

Madhan ordered me to move away from my wife. I obeyed, giving him space. Madhan knelt beside her and adjusted her hair.

“Harshita,” Madhan’s index finger skims around her face and finally brushes her pulpy, thick lips. His finger moves down her chin, reaching the upper skin of her boobs. He grazes with his fingertips gently all around her upper torso, feeling the cleavage of her hefty boobs.

In a single, gentle pull, Madhan slides his pants along with his underwear. A thick, dark, nervous snake jumps out right in front of my wife. Harshita, ever the shy one, closed her eyes and turned her face away, but the smile on her lips betrayed her act (I felt, Oh slut).

Madhan grabbed her fragile hands and gently wrapped them around his thick rod. I watched, astonished, as she held his rod with her eyes remaining sealed.

“Open your eyes,” Madhan commanded, but she resisted. Her hands moved along the length under his guided grip. The moment her grip reached the dick head, Madhan guided her thumb to rub across the dick head, the shiny end.

At that moment, Madhan grabbed her chin and locked his lips to hers. Oh, guys, my dick was hard again watching my wife’s lips hungrily moving in and out of a stranger’s lips. Madhan ate her lips long, and she responded by kissing him longer than I expected.

Watching my wife, Harshita, I pulled out my thick cock and started stroking it. Madhan sees my cock and breaks the long, wet kiss. Like a doll, Madhan tilted her around, bending her into a doggy position. Madhan signalled me with his eyes. I quickly lifted her saree high.

Madhan signalled me to slow down and wait. With a glistening, shiny, wet pussy revealed in front of me with a jumbled saree around her navel, I waited. My fingers couldn’t control, and I started to rub against her wetness. Harshita’s juices dripping like heaven’s nectar.

Madhan’s hips moved, his cock brushing against Harshu’s face, his bare dick head tracing her juicy lips. “Harshita, just enjoy the moment. Open your eyes,” Madhan repeated. This time, she yielded, her hands reaching out to grasp his manhood, and her eyes locked onto his.

Madhan guided Harshu’s full lips to his crown. The moment my wife’s thick, juicy lips took a stranger’s cock in, my wild desire detonated. I drove my hardest cock deep into her pussy. “Ah!” she cried out loud, her body trembling with pleasure.

Madhan’s slow, deliberate thrusts of his cock into her mouth mirrored my hard thrusts into her pussy. I knew Harshita was in heaven.

I pulled out my cock, only to drive in harder, my balls slapping against her round, thick ass cheeks. Harshita held Madhan’s balls with his dick inside her lips. At this right moment, I spanked her ass cheek harder with a painful impression of my finger across her white ass cheek.

She growled, “Ah. Yes, don’t stop.” Her moans, muffled by Madhan’s cock, spurred me on. Harshita, my creamy vanilla-skinned beauty, was a sight to behold. Madhan’s hands undid her blouse hooks, one by one, revealing her heavy 36-sized tank boobs encased in a red bra.

Her heavy boobs shook with each of my hard thrusts, a sight that drove me to the brink. Madhan slid under her after sliding a condom onto his erection. He positioned himself at her entrance.

“Enough, let me fuck your wife now”, Madhan made me pull out my cock.

Holding the sides of her huge ass cheeks, he lifted her and impaled her onto his thick rod. “Ah!” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He drove her pussy deep, consuming his complete cock into her. He moved her body up and down, her pussy swallowing his cock completely every time.

Harshita took control, her hips stirring in a circular motion with Madhan’s cock deeper within her. Madhan’s cock reaches the unexplored ends of my wife’s pussy. Madhan’s fast hands freed her heavy melons from her bra, her nipples hard and ready.

Watching her juggling boobs, my dick couldn’t wait. I lifted her ass, freeing her pussy from Madhan’s cock. Only to insert my own raw, needy length into her. “Ah, Pradeep, fuck me. Yes,” she moaned, her words driving me to the edge. Oh damn, this is the first such dreamy, needy words out of my wife’s mouth.

In two swift thrusts, I came undone, my seed spilling into her.

Madhan had to take control once more, tilting her like a doll, her ass at the edge of the bed. He stood, his cock slowly pushing into her needy pussy. With heavy thrusts, my wife Harshita melted. “Please don’t stop,” she begged, her body trembling with desire.

He grabbed her boobs, his hips thrusting hard and fast, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the room. Harshita finally shouts, shooting her orgasm. But Madhan didn’t stop and continued to pound through my wife’s slimy juices. Damn, her pussy would have torn with such force.

Watching my wife being devastated by a stranger. A slow, burning jealousy began to form within me. I had unleashed this wild, creamy Harshita, and now, I wanted it to end. I couldn’t bear to see another man claim her. Claim her like this.

I finally yielded and whispered in Madhan’s ears, “Enough. Please stop.” He nods and stops with no words uttered in silence.

The drive home was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words.

As we reached our doorstep, I turned to her, “We will never discuss this day. This is the end”. Harshita nodded, her eyes downcast.

The story ended, but the memories lingered, a silent echo of our hidden hungers and desires.

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