Hi guys, it is been a long time since we met! I wanted to write a new story for a very long time but I didn’t have the time to. But I am sure this story will make up for all the lost time! Let’s get into the story.
This story is about how my husband fucked me in a traditional home with traditional wear. So basically, my husband even though he is a modern man, he has always wanted to adapt to an old lifestyle. There is something about that life he has always loved.
But not only in life. My husband loves traditional wear during sex, too. He had asked me many times to wear a saree if he was in the mood. A few days ago he proposed that we visit his native because there were many houses in his taste.
His friend who lives in the same city as us has a house in the native. We asked if we could stay there for a few days as we were visiting. He gave us permission and house keys.
About the house, it is a very old house and has an opening in the middle of the house. He had asked me to wear a saree at all times till we leave this house. I said okay and took a lot of sarees. But only later I knew that 2 sarees would have been enough for me for 4 days.
We reached early in the morning and we were tired from the drive. He asked me to start wearing a saree once I woke up, and I said okay. My heart was beating fast because I know how my husband is if he gets excited. I was waiting for him to ram my pussy into oblivion.
I woke up first and got ready and wore a green saree and had a lot of jasmine flowers on my head. This house had a water tank in the middle of the house, and I was sitting on the easy chair. I had worn a very low hip saree with my stomach and navel visible.
When my husband walked out of the room, I put my right hand behind my head and smiled at him. He went near the water tank, took a bowl of water and poured it on me from head to toe. He then pulled me up and made me lean backwards on the tank.
He pushed my wet saree aside, revealing my navel and touched it with his fingers. He then rubbed my wet lips with his thumb and pulled my face closer. He started kissing me while using the other hand to unbutton my blouse. He kissed my neck and used his leg to pull my saree up to my knees.
I could feel his hands cupping my boobs, and I could also feel my pussy oozing out liquid. He poured more water on my blouse and removed it. I was not wearing a bra, and my nipples were erect due to the cold water.
He pressed his face against my breast and took in a huge whiff of it, smelling the place in between my boobs. He gently cupped a boob and placed it in his mouth. First, he used his tongue to draw on my nipples, and then he cupped the other boob and pressed it hard.
I was struggling to keep quiet, and now I had to bear his pressing pain, too. But I kept quiet and endured the pain. Then he started sucking my boobs. I let out a quiet moan. He heard it and looked at me.
Him: Is it paining?
Me: It’s okay. I can bear it.
Once I told this, he slapped my boob and bit it. I shivered in pain. He then pulled me away from the tank and pushed me against a wall. My saree was still draped around my waist. Above my navel, I was stark naked and wet. I placed my legs apart and lifted my saree, revealing my pussy.
He dropped his shorts and came near me. He held my neck and rubbed his face against mine, and I felt his dick poking my thighs. I placed his dick on my pussy, and he rubbed it on my clit. I closed my eyes. He pushed his hard cock into my slimy pussy and started fucking me.
I could not hold my moans, and I started moaning into his ears. It made him crazy, and he started ramming my pussy harder. But suddenly, he stopped and told me he is holding back and was not planning on cumming soon.
He then pushed me to my knees. I made him sit on a chair and took his dick in my hand. I spat on it and licked it across the length. Then I drew circles on his tip, washing away the precum using my tongue. I blew him for quite some time.
After he felt his urge to cum go down, he made me lean on a pillar, and he kneeled. He lifted my saree and put his head under it. He started licking my pussy, and he bit my clit. I couldn’t stop shivering and I was also scratching him like anything.
By this point, my boobs, stomach, and thighs were all covered in hickeys. He then made me lie on the cold concrete floor and pulled my saree up. He then knelt in front of my pussy and started licking my clit again. Only this time, I felt a rush in my pussy.
I knew I was going to drench him. I pushed him away, and my squirt just missed his face. He saw it, slapped my thighs and said, “Don’t push me away from your essence. I need it on me.”
He then, without wasting a second, started fucking me. I squirted again, but on him this time. He stopped whenever he felt like he was about to cum. After making me squirt a few times, he made me stand up with a leg on the wall of the water tank.
He removed my saree from my body and then stood behind me. He used his legs to part my legs and started fucking me. He was hugging me tightly from behind, and after a couple of minutes, he unleashed a huge load in my pussy. I could feel the intensity of the load as he fell to the floor, gasping for air.
I lay next to him with my face on his chest. I could feel his sperm inside me, and it was about to ooze off. I smiled at him, and he was happy, too. We stayed on the floor till we had the strength to move. We stayed at his native for 2 more days, and he didn’t let me wear any dress until we left.
He gave me a lot of creampies and hickies! So guys, that’s’s all for now! I will see you guys with another story! Also, write in comments about the kind of stories you want to see me in.
With my experience in sex, I will have an incident that you would like. I will share them for sure! Until next time, love you guys! Stay hard!