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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hello,
I am Rasayani, back with my story 'My birthday Party-II'. As you might
remember, the first part ended with my great masturbating experience in
the shower.
After the completion of my shower, I stepped out of the tub, wiped off
water from my satisfied body and blow dried my long hair. Then, I put on my
bathing robe and walked out of the bathroom. By that time, my husband
was all ready to go to his work, but he did promise me that he would be
back by lunch time and he would take the afternoon off from work and we would
do something fun. After he left, I took a magazine and relaxed on the sofa
and answered a few phone calls from my sister and a close friend of mine
who called me to wish me a very happy birthday. My friend Puurnima asked
me if I was feeling a little bit sad or alarmed as I had reached 40 that day.
I gave it a thought and told her that I did not feel that way. On the
contrary, I told her that as years were progressing, I was able to
enjoy and experience pleasures of life at a more leisurely and relaxing way
and that I had started to notice and experience the sensitive areas both in
my mind and body more than when I was 25. She laughed at it and said hope
she would feel the same way too, one day (she is 6 years younger to me).
After that, I dozed off and by the time I got up, it was 12.10PM. I got
up and got freshened up and put on a Kanchi silk sari with a small
border. The sari was yellow with green border and I did not wear any blouse to go
with that (on purpose). I put the sari pallu in pleats and tucked it near my
waist (across my shoulders) so that the pallu would not fall off my
shoulders and off my mature breasts with sticking out nipples. I had
my hair down, and applied kaajal to my eyes and put on a round sticker
bindi on my forehead. I did put on hanging earrings and put on green glass
bangles.
My husband got home ten minutes after I got all dressed up for him. He
seemed very surprised to see me dressed up like this in a tradtional
sari, but he did notice that I was not wearing any blouse or bra. He came to
me and kissed me gently on my lips and said that I was looking gorgeous
and very sexy. I asked him innocently "do I really look sexy in a
tradtional silk sari?". He said, "yes" and he winked at me and said "don't you
know that yourself?". I smiled and said "may be". Then, he removed his
shoes and went to the bathroom, washed up and came back. When he came back, I
was bending near the tea table, arranging some books and buiscuits and
namkeen.
He came from my back and bent over me and grabbed my breasts with both
hands. He did not remove my pallu and he did not grab my naked breasts.
He grabbed them by squeezing my pallu that was covering them. I got
excited and wished he would press them harder. I moaned softly and did not make
any attempt to stand straight. instead, I rubbed my round back against him.
He started pressing my breasts hard and then, slid his fingers and hand
under my tucked pallu, and started directly cupping my breasts first and
squeezing them. I was getting hot and asked him to squueze my nipples too which
he did. I wanted his hot mouth on my breasts and I rubbed my back on him
again and could feel that he was getting hard. I like to see him excited. I
stood straight and I asked him if he wanted to take my breasts in his mouth.
He said, "with pleasure" and I sat on the sofa and removed my pallu to
oneside and pushed my naked breast in to his mouth. He started licking my
nipples and touching the flesh. What I needed at that time was real kneading of
my breasts and sucking my breasts hard at the same time. He does suck
them, but will never suck them intensely and will not play with my fully grown
breasts long enough (for me). Anyway, I was getting excited and his hand
started moving towards my armpits. He smelt my armpits and rubbed his nose
against my arm-pit hair. That drove me completely crazy and I could feel my
pussy getting wet. Then he tried to remove my sari, but I insisted that this
time, I was not getting completely naked. At the sametime, I told him that he
had access to every inch of my body and told him that he could lift my sari
up and see, touch or do anything with my pussy. He said "fine", and lifted
my sari up and kneeled down and started caressing my smooth calves, knees
and started caressing softly my thighs. I started moaning more and I pushed
myself forward, waiting for him to touch my wet, hot cunt. He started
touching my pussy hair, caressed it and then started stroking my whole
pussy. My pussy got really wild with all this action and my clit was
asking to be touched and I wanted very desperately a finger or two to slide in
and out of my dripping pussy. My husband then, started kneading my little
clit and started kissing my pussy hole, slowly. After seeing my pussy
throbbing, my husband started licking my pussy and started fingering it. My
cunt got really hot and hungry. I asked him to take off his pants and take off
his underwear which he did immediately. I asked him to get up and come
closer. I lied down on the sofa, with my sari lifted up showing my hairy, shiny
moist pussy and big thighs. I asked him to lean over me (over my head) and I
slid my head down till I could reach his penis. His penis was half erect. I
wanted to make it fully erect so that my hot cunt could grab it inside
with its stong muscles. I touched his balls and ran my fingers through his
public hair and then, brought my mouth close to his penis and started touching
it gently with my tongue. I like the intoxicating smell of his pubic hair.
The position was not very comfortable to me, so I asked him to come to the
side of the sofa and while he mounted his one leg on the sofa (and more
pillows under my head), I started licking his penis. I get great pleasure
licking 'Him'. While holding his penis with one hand, I licked and licked sides
of his penis from top to bottom. I circled my tongue around the tender
opening of his cock. I could taste a drop of moisture from his opening. I
started sucking his hot penis. He was getting excited. His penis which is
around3 inches in non-erect stage, got bigger and fuller (like around 4 and
half inches). Then, he looked at my pussy, bent over and licked it more. I
asked him to put his penis inside my hole and bang it hard and mercilessly as
my pussy was crying for a hot penis. He obliged me and climbed on me and
slid his hot penis into my wet, inviting pussy. We both felt hotness from
our sexes. He started punding it slow and then, kissed me deeply with his
tongue exploring insides of my mouth-- which felt as if he were exploring the
whole me, not just my mouth, or pussy; but my whole womanhood. I felt more
excited and was wanted more grinding with harder strokes. To my
disappointment, I felt that he was almost coming and he could not hold
it any longer and he came very hard, emptying his hot semen inside me. As
I had described, I got so excited with the foreplay and I wanted more and I
did not come and that left me disappointed. My pussy needed more-- my
sweet, hungry pussy was still hungry and had to suffer in silence. I could
tell that he felt bad about it too, but I did not want to hurt his feelings
and I did not want him to undergo'performance anxiety' and I love my sweet
husband a lot, in spite of disappointing sexual encounters like this.
My husband felt very bad that day in particular as it was my special
day and he said he would make my day complete , in whatever way he could. I
will write about my evening/night birthday party in my next story, 'My birth
day party-III'.
Until then,
Rasayani.
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