Previous Part: New Year, Old Habits – Part 1
Hello, everyone. I’m Krish, a 30-year-old guy from Hyderabad, USA.
Leela’s eyes flickered with curiosity and excitement as she awaited my request. She bit her lip, trying to hide her eagerness, and as the lips slightly parted, Leela breathed out, “What do you want, Bava?”
“Leela, the one piece you wore today elevated your curves but couldn’t justify the beauty you are. I want to see you in attire that elevates your oomph factor and drives me crazy.” I said as I kissed her cheek.
Leela looked at me perplexed, stared into nothingness, fidgeted with her phone, and left the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard footsteps. I saw Leela approaching steadily. As she stepped into view, my eyes widened in surprise. Leela held a blanket before her, blocking my view of what she was wearing or how she looked. I tried to peek and pull the blanket, but she insisted I wait.
“Bava, I don’t know what might make me more sexy or tempting for you. But I do know your weakness from my sis. I have tried something, and hopefully, that works,” she said as she dropped the blanket to reveal herself.
I was speechless as I saw Leela draped in my wife’s red saree, which looked like it had been done in haste, and a black sports bra as a blouse. Leela looked stunning, cute, and tempting. She was a complete package. I was paralyzed by the sight of her, gorgeous and tempting.
My erection pulsed in response, tenting my joggers. My eyes scanned her body from head to toe, taking in her creamy brown skin, flushed with heat. Her breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths beneath the clinging fabric of the black sports bra.
Leela stood before me with her head down, her face red. I stood up, stepped closer to Leela, held her hand, and whispered, “Your sister spilt the right beans.” Before she could respond, I pulled her closer to my body, making sure that she felt my raging dick in my jogger, ready to pounce.
Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head, forcing her to meet my gaze. Our lips hovered inches apart. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Leela,” I murmured as my lips captured hers.
Our lips clashed together, hungry and eager. I slid my tongue along Leela’s lower lip, teasing her as she opened to me. Her soft lips yielded to my eager tongue as I pushed my way inside her mouth, exploring its warmth.
My tongue invaded her mouth, probing deeper, exploring the wet warmth. Leela moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled and entwined. A whimper escaped her as she melted into me, her hands wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
I side-cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly over her bra. Leela continued to whimper into my mouth, pushing herself against my hardness. Gradually, I squeezed her bra-covered mounds, eliciting a gasp from Leela. Gently, I coaxed her backwards until she rested against the wall beside the couch.
Pinning her against the wall, my hands moved to the hem of her saree, bunching the material in my fists as I lifted it higher. Leela broke our kiss, gasping for air as she watched my deliberate movements.
In a swift action, I pulled the entire saree onto the floor, revealing her white panty with a huge wet spot. Seeing the wet spot made me smile. I took a step backwards and stripped myself to just my undies which had a tent-like formation due to my hard dick.
Once I was down to my inner, I pulled Leela close and hugged her tight, making our first skin contact for the night. I tried to lift her, and she sprung herself up, wrapping around me as she understood my intention. Thus, I carried Leela to my bedroom and dropped her on my bed.
I fall on her and say, “All the virtual action you witnessed over the past few weeks shall now come to fruition.” Leela looked up at me, her dark eyes filled with desire and fear. I lowered my head to kiss her again, feeling her full lips part beneath mine.
I kissed her with ferocity, and Leela passionately responded. Lost in our kiss, our bodies ground on each other while my hand felt every curve and angle. Immersed deeply in the kiss, I slowly moved my hands, gripping the fabric of her sports bra.
I immediately pulled on her sports bra. Leela sat up slightly to assist me, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward as the taut material slid over them.
Briefly breaking the kiss, we got rid of the sports bra, exposing her perky breasts. She had trimmed dark nipples surrounded by larger, darker aureoles and plenty of puffy areolae.
A sight to make any guy go crazy, I was no exception. I started to pull on her right nipple by placing it between my thumb and forefinger. I felt her squirm beneath me, moaning louder.
“More,” she pleaded, wanting me to roughen my handling of her erect nubs.
As I freed her nipple, I growled low in my throat and descended upon her chest. I teased one rigid peak with the tip of my tongue before pulling it entirely into my mouth.
With a hunger I’ve never felt before, I suckled on her breast, flicking my tongue across her erect nipple. Leela arches her back, pushing her breasts forward, wordlessly begging for more attention.
Grabbing her nipple firmly between my teeth, I rolled it in place, simulating sucking motion without the suction. Then I applied pressure, biting down gently until she cried out.
Meanwhile, my free hand flicked and tugged at the other supple breast and hardened nipple.
Now, with my teeth gently clamped down on her hardened peak. Leela gasped loudly and arched her back, pushing her breast even more, deeper into my mouth. I felt blood rushing south.
I continued to suck her nipple, rolling my tongue around the dark peak. Her fingers dug into my scalp, urging me on as she moaned softly. I switched to her other breast, alternating between sucking and biting.
My hand and mouth alternated as Leela’s moans grew louder and shrieked.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, “Suck it hard.” she followed as I felt her writhe under me, pushing herself toward me.
Her nipple strained against my tongue as I licked and tugged. My other hand delved between us, gliding down her stomach until my fingers encountered lace-trimmed cotton soaked through with Leela’s arousal.
“Ahh, Bava,” she moaned me as her hands travelled the back of my body and found my boxers and tugged them down.
As my boxers moved down, my hard dick slapped her thigh region. This tightened her grip on my hair.
“Your tits are fucking delicious,” I groaned as I transferred my attention away from them.
I adjusted myself on top of her, which caused my dick to touch her soaked panty while my hands were entangled with the elastic of the panties. I looked up into her eyes, darkened with lust and desire.
A devilish smirk spread across my face as I locked eyes with Leela. With deliberate slowness, I slid the straps of her drenched panties down her legs, exposing her clean-shaven pussy and swollen folds.
“Bullseye,” she sighed, arching her hips upward. With a smile, my mouth claims hers again, our tongues dancing a desperate waltz.
Stark naked, we both were for the first time in the night, which, after a lot of tease and anticipation, was making us even more lustful.
As I inhaled, the scent of her aroused pussy. “Your cunt is hungry,” I rasped, nibbling on her neck. She bucked her hips, seeking friction.
My dick now touched her pelvic region due to the way we were positioned.
Leela’s hips jerked at the unexpected contact. “Mmmm…” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The room was filled with the sound of our mingled groans.
I looked at her. “You wanna fuck, don’t you?” I whispered huskily. Her eyes fluttered open, a plea hidden within the depths of the darkness of her irises.
Panting heavily, I pushed her legs open and settled between them, my rock-hard cock resting against the damp heat of her pussy. Leela placed her hands on my shoulders and urged me to slide inside.
Pushing her hands back down, exposing her clean armpits, I look at her and grin and tap my dick on her vaginal entrance a couple of times.
I nudged the tip of my shaft against her slippery opening, painting her lips with my precum.
“Ugh, fuck!” she grunted, “Put it in already, goddamn it!”
With a slow, steady thrust, I buried my cocks tip into her vaginal walls. Leela hissed as my swollen crown nudged at her entrance. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around my bulbous tip. Leela expected me to thrust hard and deep in moment’s notice and prepared herself for it.
Yet as Leela moved her hips in desperation instead of penetrating her as she desired, I buried my face into her armpits, inhaling deeply.
“You smell fantastic,” I muttered, making Leela beg. “I need it inside me, Krish, please!”
With her pleas given a deaf ear, Leela, surprised by my behaviour, attempted to inch away. But I wrapped my arms around her midsection and kept her in place. Her gasp echoed as my tongue explored the salty sweetness of her armpit, tracing swirling patterns.
Leela’s sweat-slicked body tensed. I darted my tongue out, flicking it over her pit and drinking in her sweet-tart aroma.
“Shhh, baby, patience,” I whispered, kissing a trail down her neck as I lifted my body slightly to get better access to her underarms.
Her armpits shuddered against my roving tongue. Leela clung to me for dear life. I felt her moisture slickening my cockhead as she spread her legs wider to accommodate me.
“Oh, God, Bava, please,” before Leela could finish the sentence, I plunged my dick deep into her in one hard thrust, filling her. Leela’s eyes widened, stretching her moist walls around my thick dick.
I speared all six inches of my thick rod inside her dripping hole. Her cries echoed off the ceiling as she clawed at my back.
As I adjusted myself inside her, Leela’s legs clamped tightly around my waist, locking me in place. Her pussy pulsed like a heartbeat around my invading shaft, milking me with warmth.
“Holy shit, Bava!” Leela moaned
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I hissed into her ear, pulling nearly all the way out before surging in again, harder and faster. I picked up speed, slamming my pelvis against hers with every inward stroke.
Thrusting again, I drove into her mercilessly as she sucked on her bottom lip, leaving it shiny. My pace quickened with every pump of my hips.
Though my wife was as tight as Leela, fuck me, Leela’s tight pussy had my toes curling. Each inward plunge coaxed a pleasured gasp from her lips, pushing her body higher against mine.
“Oh fuck, Bava!” Leela wailed as I hit her deepest point. “Harder,” she moaned. “Faster, goddamnit!” I pulled back and slammed into her, my balls smacking against her ass.
Her hips lifted instinctively with each thrust, forcing me deeper inside her. I grunted with each powerful impact, feeling her heat engulf my shaft, craving more.
I drove my cock into Leela with renewed vigour, gripping her hip for leverage. Each stroke was a testament to my pent-up frustrations, needing release. I knew I’d gotten her hooked. With each thrust, Leela’s pussy tightened around my throbbing cock.
Even the cold of January could not stop us from sweating, especially Leela, whose body glistened with sweat as I pistoned into her relentlessly. Droplets ran down the crevice of her breasts, rolling along her puckered nipples before sliding off her pebbled peaks.
“You feel incredible. You’re fucking perfect, So fucking tight and wet.” I groaned as she kept moaning, “Ohh, Bava.”
Letting out a loud grunt, I pulled myself out of her and flipped Leela onto her stomach, positioning myself behind her. Without missing a beat, I entered her soaked pussy with force.
As I increased my tempo, our bodies moved in unison, sweat dripping from our foreheads and the slap of our flesh echoing through the room. Just as my balls tightened, signalling an impending orgasm, I reluctantly slowed to a halt.
Leela released a frustrated sigh and tightened her arms around me, trying to pull me back in. Leela screamed, “I am close, Bava!” She pulled me back. I noticed her body tremble slightly as I maintained a steady pace.
I thrust hard and fast, making us both moan louder and faster. “Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!” Leela begged. I continued the vigorous pumping of her sopping cunt with my rigid cock, listening to her gasps grow louder and more urgent.
“I’m almost there,” I growled, my balls aching with tension. My abdomen flexed as I pistoned my hips, driving into Leela’s slick channel.
“Faster,” she begged.
Her body shook as I thrust deeper inside her. I stopped, quickly pulled out my cock laced with our juices, and held her hips. I flipped her over onto her back, pushing her legs up. I slid my dick into her one final time and resumed the pounding.
“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, Bava!” Leela pleaded
“I won’t,” I promised, planting my feet flat on the mattress and bracing myself against the headboard. Inch by inch, I fed my rigid cock into Leela’s warm core, filling her.
I looked at my wife’s cousin she panted underneath me, her pussy clamping tightly around my cock. Her mouth hung open, and her tongue danced out to moisten her lips.
A bead of sweat trickled down my spine as I felt Leela’s walls convulsing around me.
“I am cumming!” Leela moaned out, her fingers digging into my forearms.
Leela twitched beneath me, her eyes closed, trying to prolong the ecstasy of climax. But it didn’t take long. Moments later, she let out a throaty cry as her release tore through her.
Feeling the squeeze of Leela’s orgasm around my dick, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Unable to stop my impending eruption, I gripped her hips tightly. I lifted them to meet each pound as I bottomed out deep inside her quivering cunt.
Unleashing my pent-up load into Leela’s pulsating cunt. Ropes of cum spurted from my cock, painting her inner walls and dripping out onto the sheets. I let out a low grunt. My orgasm coursed through me, sending waves of intense pleasure rippling from the base of my spine to the tips of my toes.
Exhausted, I collapsed atop her, our chests rising and falling rapidly. Our hearts raced in sync, our sweat-soaked bodies melting into one another. I gently kissed her lips before rolling to the side and pulling her into a tender embrace. I muttered, “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Bava,” Leela responded, kissing me.
Minutes passed, and neither of us had the strength or the willpower to move. Leela lay in my arms, her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat slowing down.
Eventually, Leela snuggles up against me, fitting perfectly in my arms. “Bava, I’ve always fantasized about fucking you after catching your night sessions,” she confesses quietly.
I laugh as drowsiness threatens to claim us, but neither wants to sleep. Yet the silence of the night eventually puts us to sleep.
That’s it, folks!! That’s how I cheated on my wife on New Year with her cousin, which went on for another 20 days until she stayed with me.
That’s for another day. Thank you all for reading, and as usual, for any comments, suggestions, feedback, or conversations, please feel free to reach out to me at [email protected]