Hi, here is a narration of one of my most memorable hookups. I apologise for the use of some derogatory words. That is my kink, so please understand. Coming to the story.
Sakshi is a colleague of mine who has been a part of my team for the past year. I have always seen her dressed in formal except for when we have parties. That’s when she wears traditional. Her overall look is to die for. Her height is average, about 5’2″ or 3″.
She’s got long, straight dark hair and big eyes with dark eyelashes, which don’t even need mascara. She never forgets to wear some light make up with some blush on her cheeks. It highlights her godly sculpted cheekbones like sweet strawberries.
Behind this enchanting appearance, she hides a malevolent character. Someone who would cross any line uses deceit and false arguments to get their job done. While a nature like this gets people what they want, I loathe such a mindset.
However, she is the centre of attention of the whole team. She dresses very neatly, in full pants or a length skirt with her shirt buttoned up till the second last button.
Yet, if I randomly pick a guy from the office and ask what colour bra Sakshi is wearing, they’d know. She is a magician when it comes to male attention.
One day, she was in my office getting some work done. In the name of small talk, I asked –
Me – You’re married, right?
Sak – Sorry?
Me – Oh, I’m sorry, it’s a personal question. I understand.
Sak – No, it’s fine. I am. Been married for 2 years.
Me – Was it a love marriage?
Sak – Yes, it was.
Me – What does he do?
Sak – Is that really what you want to know? I’m sensing a premeditated question.
Me – Um… Leave it. It’s nothing. (I became slightly awkward)
Sak – No, no, go ahead. I’m sure it’s not going to surprise me.
Me – Yeah? Why do you think so?
Sak – No reason. Guess I’m just used to getting asked weird and random questions.
Me – Well, then I’m not participating.
Sak – Your wish.
After a really long 5 minutes of silence:
Me- Does he know?
Sak – Does who know? What are you referring to?
Me – Your husband. You get so much male attention. Your husband must be really insecure, no?
Sak- It doesn’t concern him. Besides, it’s quite normal for me. If I’m talking about my day, these things don’t even cross my mind. So, they are definitely not worth mentioning to my husband.
Me – Fair enough.
We continue our work for another 30 minutes. She gets up to leave.
Me- Sakshi! If, let’s say, I was to ask you to have coffee someday, would that be worth telling your husband?
Sak- I knew where you were going with the conversation. I thought you wouldn’t dare to ask something like this.
Me- Is that a yes or a no?
She unbuttoned her top second button and walked away. I was dumbstruck at her reply. The fact that she did it so boldly right at the door of my office where people could notice just blew my mind away. The kind of thoughts I started having after that were beyond dirty.
One week went by, and she kept a distance from me after that incident. For that entire week, she would come in with all the buttons done. By the end of the day, she would have her 2nd button loosened and left the office like that. She was playing with my dick using her mind. Her thoughts caused random erections.
So, finally, I decided to follow her. She takes a cab ride home. So I went to get my car and stopped right where she was waiting for the cab. I pulled the window and –
Me – Your driver is here. Please share your OTP.
Sak Happily entered my car and sat in the front seat.
Me- What’s the drop location?
Sak- Anywhere you want.
Me – We’re going to the cafe then.
Sak – Which cafe? I have to go home and cook dinner.
Me – What good is your husband? Let him look after dinner today.
Sak- Firstly, I’m a hot housewife. A trophy wife. I cook like a Michelin star and…
Me – And what?
Sak – I’ll tell you later.
Me – No way.
Sakshi goes silent.
Me – Are you implying what I think you are?
Sak – I don’t know what you’re talking about. Focus on the road.
I drive directly to my home, which she notices as soon as I drive into my neighbourhood.
Sak – What are you doing?
Me – Treating you with the best coffee in the world.
Sak – Don’t flatter yourself. Drop me off here. I’ll go home myself.
Me – Don’t be so hard on me. I’ll make a cup of coffee, we’ll talk about the office and you can go home to your husband.
Sak – He’s not coming. He is out of town. Which is why I can’t come, cuz he’ll call me later at night. I can’t be at your place when he calls.
Me – Okay, fine. Let me drop you. Or better, let’s hang out at your place. You can take his call, and we can have our coffee.
Sak – You are too stubborn. Fine.
At her place at around 7:30 pm:
Sak – Get comfortable here, and I’ll make coffee for us.
For about 30 minutes, I kept scrolling through my phone, waiting for her to come back. I could hear her in the kitchen. Then she comes out wearing a black tank top and loose white printed shorts with all makeup gone from her face.
Her front hair was wet from washing her face. I finally understood what she meant by a trophy wife.
After a period of small talk:
Me – Your husband must have a hard-on 24×7, I bet.
Sak – What the fuck! Absolutely not. I take care of it.
Me – Oh, how sweet of you. You must be tired of taking care of your husband. Let me take care of you.
Sak – What do you have in mind, sir?
I get up and stand in front of her. She sits still, looking up at me while sitting comfortably with her legs crossed. I touch her beautiful face with my fingers, feeling her well-shaped cheekbones. Her jawline was all the way to her pink lips.
She bites playfully on my thumb when I place it on her lower lip. The eye contact she makes transfers the heat from her body to mine like wildfire, spreading from one tree to another. I push my thumb in her mouth, and she pretends to be surprised by it.
Me – Don’t act like this is new to you. Show me what the perks of having a trophy wife are.
Sakshi immediately swirls her tongue around my thumb and wraps her lips around it tightly. She uses her tongue to play with the tip of my thumb and then releases it with a pop sound. I was impressed by her skills. I said, “You’re going to get treated like a good slut today.”
I continue, “You love all the male attention you get, don’t you? That’s why you don’t mention it to your husband. That’s why you dress up so neatly. You don’t want to give them a show. You want them to imagine. You want us to imagine what you have going underneath.
“All men know the colour of their bra because you make sure the fabric of your shirt is just transparent enough to leave people talking without revealing much. You sneaky little slut.”
As I utter my filthy words, her right hand reaches for her right boob rubbing her nipples from above the tank top. When I notice her hands, I demand, “Go ahead, take them out”. I ask her to pull the straps of her tank off her shoulders. She uses both her hands to do exactly that.
Revealing her soft, round breasts, she continued to touch her nipples. Softly moving her fingers over it, followed by gentle pinches. Her eyes stuck at her boobs. She then holds them together, pushing them close and pointing her nipples directly at me.
She looks up at my face while biting on her lower lip. My dick was dying to come out. But I wanted this self-loving, egocentric piece of hotness to ask for it. I wanted her to long for it.
Me – Look, you’ve made me hard.
Sak – It’s going to explode within minutes of my touch.
Me – The difference between a Diwali patakha and you is that I’m going to light you up once and make you explode thrice.
She starts to laugh. That’s when I kneeled and spread her legs with force. I rub her pussy over her shorts, and in no time, her hips begin moving up and down.
I hold the waistline of her shorts and, grabbing the panties along, pull them down to her ankle. Sticking my head between her thighs, I place my mouth on her clean-shaven clit. I begin using my tongue to tickle her clit. Using the tip of my tongue, I circle the clit.
I let my saliva drip, which mixes up with her juices that paint my face. I keep going as I hear her shrieks and whimpers echo through the hall. I lift my head slightly and mumble through my meal, “For a slut that you are, you are delicious.”
She giggles, and she holds my head and pushes it down. I push my middle finger in her pussy, making her moan. Her noises were such a turn-on. I was jealous of her husband right there while eating her pussy. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but I had made up my mind to make her beg.
I took her so close to her orgasm. You know, guys, when you hear the words “Don’t stop, please” and stop right there. It makes a woman’s pussy ache like anything. It starts to beg for that touch, which will cause an intense orgasm. Utilise this as I did.
Stopping right before her orgasm and asking her, “Show me what your mouth is capable of.” Just as I said, never have I seen someone bounce off a couch so quickly right onto her knees. I was so pleased I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans for her.
She pulled down my boxers along with the jeans quickly. The next moment, her lips are around my dick. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick and started moving her head and hands together. She was a complete pro.
“Where did you learn to suck like that? You are a pro,” I speak through my moans. “Endless sucking of my husband’s dick. Why? Are you jealous?” The bitch said without any hesitation. In reply, I hold her head with both my hands and start thrusting my hips.
She released her grip from the base of my dick. Now I was able to push my entire dick down her throat. I made sure she gagged. Then I pulled out to let her catch her breath. Then started fucking her mouth. “Does your husband do this to you?” I ask.
She doesn’t reply and rests her back against the couch while sitting on the floor. I pick her up by her arms and make her sit on the couch. I place my dick at the entrance of her pussy and drive it inside her. She shrieks and covers her face to suppress her sounds. I keep going halfway with slow, wet strokes.
Her pussy was all lubed up from her juices. I took my sweet time to drive her anticipation for deep penetration. The moment was lovely, I remember it like it was yesterday. Watching her boobs wiggle from the motion of my hips while she covered her mouth with her hand.
I wanted to look at her pretty face. So I grabbed both her hands and pinned it over her head. “You are a Lovely woman, Sakshi, an absolute beauty,” I say to her while I bring her closer to her orgasm.
I finished inside her. We both wanted it. Neither of us cared about the consequences of it. She got her call from her husband and that was my cue to leave. We hooked up two more times after this incident. But this one is and always will be my favourite one.
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