Hi, my name is Priya and I am continuing the previous story from the point of view of my husband. You can read the previous story, ‘From My Wife’s WhatsApp – Part 1.’
It was a cold Christmas evening, and I was busy with my laptop. As you know, my laptop connects to my wife’s WhatsApp, but she does not know it. We had had our evening snacks, and she was busy with her chores.
Suddenly, the WhatsApp message from Maths Sir popped up. I could not refuse to ignore it.
Sir: Merry Christmas.
Wife: Merry Christmas and an advanced happy new year to you.
Sir: What are you doing?
Wife: Nothing much, just getting ready for dinner.
Sir: I miss having lunch with you. These winter holidays are killing me.
Wife: Same here, but what can we do?
Sir: I really miss seeing you. Imagine my pain in this chilly winter, and so far away from hotty like you.
My wife sends a blush emoji.
Sir: I really wish school could reopen soon so that I can be close to you, can see the beauty like you.
Wife: I really do not want morning school in such winters.
Sir: Think of me. I feel hot just looking at you.
Wife: Come on. Now you are flirting. If looking at me warms you, see my old pics on your phone.
Sir: Baby, old is not always gold. Send me a new pic now.
My wife uploads the current pic. She was almost fully covered, given the winters.
Sir: Not this pic. Send me something hot. Think of it as a Christmas present.
Wife: Oh! So are we giving presents at Christmas? What am I getting?
Sir: Yes, we are giving presents. I bought something for you, but that does not go well with this dress.
Wife: Give me the present, and I will give you the pic, in the dress that suits the present.
Sir: How can I give you the present? You are so far.
Wife: Send me the pic, at least.
Sir: So what do I get when I gift you the present?
Wife: First, let me see the present, then I’ll decide.
Sir: No, first commit that if you like the gift, you will celebrate Christmas tonight with me and will wear the dress that suits the gift.
Wife: Okay, As you wish. But if I do not like the gift, you get nothing.
Sir: Done, but if you do like, would you be my Santa tonight?
Wife: Sure. Let me see what you have.
Sir sent an image of a golden waist chain in his hand.
Wife: Oh my god. That’s lovely and expensive.
Sir: My gift then.
Wife: I was kidding. I have already given the pic. So we are even.
Sir: No, that’s cheating. Please. I would love you see you in a dress you could wear.
My wife does not reply.
Sir: Please send me the pic. Please.
Wife: listen. It’s late evening. You are not getting pic tonight. But you would get your Santa.
Sir: Great. Where can I meet my Santa?
Wife: come to my house in 1 hr. We’ll go to your place. Tell my husband that there is a Christmas celebration in our school. He would not suspect.
Sir: Thank you.
My wife comes to me. I am still on my laptop. She said, “My school is having a late-night Christmas celebration, and all teachers are coming. Can I go?”
Me: Sure, you can, but it’s rather cold outside.
Wife: It’s there. But you know I am due for promotion next year. These events matter.
Me: Okay, cool.
Wife: Would you drop me then?
Me: I have some work. Can you go by yourself?
Wife: Sure, I’ll ask the maths teacher.
Me: Yes, he is a nice guy. Our home comes in his way.
Wife: So, I’ll just get dressed.
Me: Sure.
After around an hour, my wife comes wearing a red saree, a heavy jacket, gloves and a head cap.
Wifey: I have kept your dinner. Sir is waiting down.
Me: Okay.
She closes the door and goes downstairs, where Sir is waiting on the bike. He is wearing a leather jacket and jeans and sports a helmet. I wave goodbye to Sir and wife from the balcony, and they leave, driving slowly.
I grabbed my overcoat and put on a pair of jeans as soon as they left. Then I started rushing towards Sir’s home in the car. They had to fake going to school and then return. But I drove quickly and reached before them.
I had a glance over them on the road. My wife was sitting very close, holding Sir very tightly. I parked my car at a distance and rushed towards Sir’s roof to find a place where I could see everything. Unfortunately, Sir’s roof does not have any such location.
But to my good look, Sir had planned Christmas on the roof. He had an attic where I could comfortably hide in this winter. The roof was decorated with the moonlights and the Christmas tree. Sir has also placed a double bed mattress with rose petals over it.
His intentions were clear, all he needed to do was to bring my wife, which he succeeded. I closed the attic door and waited there. They arrived 5 minutes after me, and then they went to the house. They arrived at the roof after around 40-50 minutes. Maybe they had dinner there.
When they arrived, they were laughing, and my wife was wearing a Santa cap. She was shocked to see such a massive arrangement. They lit the small bonfire and sat on the mattress. My wife said she suspects that intentions are not right. Sir kept quiet.
After a few minutes, Sir said that he would now want to gift her the chain. She forwarded her hand, but Sir asked her to stand up. She stood up, and then Sir, on his knees, opened the box. He took out the waist chain and stopped.
Wife: What happened?
Sir (smiling): I cannot see the waist.
Wife: Do you want me to remove my jacket?
Sir: No. I will do the honours.
He stood up and came close to my wife. He grabbed the zipper around the neck and slowly pulled it down. He smiled while unzipping over the breasts. He then came behind my wife and took out her jacket and placed it nicely over the mattress.
Finally, I could see her dress. She was wearing a red sleeveless blouse that ended way over her waist. Her saree was tied too low to leave 3 inches below the navel. Now, he sat again in front of my wife, eyes at the level of her navel. He grabbed the pallu, moved it aside and tucked it, revealing the entire waist.
He then slowly put the waist chain over her, locking the chain just in front of the navel and giving a small kiss on her waist. She thanked Sir and said he could now take the pic. Sir said after some time. Now, Sir wanted his gift, Santa, for the night.
Wife: But I am already in red, wearing a Santa cap. I thought this was the gift. I bought nothing.
Sir: You do not have to bring anything. Just give me the gifts on the tree.
She grabs the first present. Opens it, and they are a set of red bangles. Sir then said he wanted Santa to wear it. My wife obliged. After those bangles, she looked like a newlywed bride.
Next, she grabbed a piece of cake. She started to feed Sir with her hand, but Sir did not open his lips. She asked what, and Sir touched her lips and said, feed mouth to mouth. My wife first refused. But after a lot of insistence, she opened her mouth.
She grabbed the cake, and before the cake could fall, Sir pushed his lips on her. He enjoyed the cake and lips for the next 10 minutes. Both mouths were open, and Sir was licking every bit of cake inside her mouth. She kept her mouth open until he was done. He then sucked the juicy lips like the cherry on the cake.
After the cake, my wife said she had given enough gifts, and now she should go. Sir held her hand and said, “Look, my gift is Santa for tonight. Be the loving Santa.” He grabbed another small gift and handed it over to my wife. She opened the gift, had a glance at the piece of paper and was shocked.
She said in a high tone, “What is this?” and threw the paper towards the attic. I could then see that a saree was printed on the paper, implying that Sir now wanted her to remove her saree. She started moving away, but then the Sir grabbed the pallu and said please.
She stopped for a moment, and Sir said very politely that he really wanted this gift from Santa. She stood still, and Sir moved towards her and then started removing her saree slowly. She kept her head lower while Sir made the full circle around her, removing the saree and moving a finger over her waist.
Sir then clicked her pic and said, “Now, this is the appropriate dress for the gift.” While Sir was removing her saree, I was wondering why she was so shy. After all, you should understand after seeing the mattress on the roof with flowers that something physical would happen.
Especially after you allowed his tongue in your mouth for 15 minutes, he is not going to leave you today, nor am I going to stop enjoying it. After removing her saree, he held my wife from behind, putting both hands on her stomach and fingering her navel.
He put her hair on one side and kissed her on the shoulder and neck. He then sat down and made her sit on his lap. While wifey’s head was still facing down, he smilingly asked her to pluck another gift from the tree. She obliged and, without doing anything, handed it to the Sir.
Sir opened it. It was a bottle of honey. He handed it back to my wife and asked her to feed him. She adjusted herself, now facing sideways but still in the lap. Sir raised his thighs, and she lay down on it. At this angle, Sir had the best view of her assets.
She opened the bottle of honey and asked Sir to sip it. Sir said, “No. Not this way.” Puzzled, she asked, “Then how?” He pressed the boobs over the blouse and said from these brown nipples. Before my wife could even react, his hand behind her back unhooked the blouse and bra.
His other hand now started slowly removing the blouse and bra together. My wife could not speak, but in a minute, she was topless. Sir made her lie on the mattress and then poured the honey over the nipples, the navel and her lips. He started from the navel.
He started licking it with his tongue, giving ample time to each place and making sure that not a drop of honey was wasted. He dug into her navel with his tongue and cleaned it well. When he was done, he moved to the boobs. Without using his hand, he cleaned both of them.
He was a master in using a tongue which very softly licked the erect nipple. It took a lot of effort to keep his hand away. But he covered both the boobs with his lips and tongue. Her erect nipples over her soft boobs looked like a cut tree trunk over the barren field.
He was patient enough to use only his lips and tongue. I must say I have not seen a man touching the boobs so softly. As the honey flowed, he tranced every drop and travelled his tongue over both the boobs. After sucking the honey over the boobs, he went for the milk within them.
Now, he used his heavy hands to press them, one at a time, and his mouth to suck them. He did not spare his teeth to bite the nipples and the softer boobs. Occasionally, she moaned. But he enjoyed the suffering, spending 15 minutes sucking the honey and another 10 to milk her.
He then went for the honey over the lips, but she said that she was feeling cold, being topless. This was true and was evident from her erect nipples, which he enjoyed. He then grabbed the thin blanket laid over her. He started sucking her lips slowly while covering both of them with a single blanket.
I could still see the liplock from the openings and could feel the overall position from the shape of the blanket. After a few minutes, when he was satisfied, a bangle laid hand came out of the blanket, plucked another gift and went inside. I wondered what the gift was for a couple of minutes.
They whispered slowly about it, but then Sir made her lie sideways and moved her lower half outside the blanket. He left her inside the blanket and came out of it with a tattoo marker in his hand. He opened the knot of the petticoat and removed it slowly, revealing her waxed legs.
He then lowered her panty from one side, revealing a bit of her ass and then proceeded to draw a tattoo of an arrow hitting the heart. Patiently, he drew the tattoo while she lay topless. Then he kissed the tattoo and went inside the blanket for another gift.
His hand came out to take another gift from the tree. But she grabbed it and took it inside. Then, it looked like they were juggling for the space between the blanket. But in the end, his hand came out with her panty and threw it aside. Then, the movement inside the blanket stopped.
It was evidently clear that he was lying over her naked body. After a few minutes of stillness, they began to move again and started whispering. And that conversation went long. But after that, she came out of the blanket naked, wearing only earrings, red bangles and the waist chain.
He kept lying, supporting his head with his hand, while he started doing the catwalk. I think this is what the conversation was about. He enjoyed a couple of rounds and took a few pics with the waist chain again. Perhaps his best gift.
She also gave poses and started doing rounds again, flaunting her ass, her bouncy boobs and her clean pussy. He, on the other hand, lowered his pants and started pleasuring himself. His dick was fully aroused and was ready for the night.
Seeing his dick, she stopped the catwalk. She ran towards it, grabbed the dick with her hand and sat on her knees. Just a couple of caresses by the hand, and she put the dick in her mouth. He now laid on his back while she sat between his legs, grabbing his dick and sucking it like a dog, raising her ass.
He put both his hands below his head and relaxed. He enjoyed the moment where his dreamgirl was sucking him. And why not? She was a good sucker. After doing a few strokes in her mouth, she started licking the dick and the balls. She took the honey bottle, poured the honey over the dick and licked it.
She then poured the remaining honey over the pink cap and put it straight inside her mouth. Inside her mouth, she used her tongue to clean it and suck the honey. Only after the honey was gone did she ask for strokes. He stood up, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth for 5 minutes straight, and did not cum a bit.
Only when she pinched her nails in his thighs, he decided to let her go. Exhausted from the mouth fuck, she just lay down, spreading her legs. Her pussy was wet, and he did not waste time. He came over to her, and she helped him to set the tool, and he started stroking her main hole.
He started slowly, but within a minute, he was at his full speed. He fucked her like an engine while she screamed on the quiet winter night. Her screams must have been audible across blocks. But then he came and released inside her. He then rested over her, and she pulled the blanket over both of them.
Still, they lay over for about 30 minutes, but then it looked like the winter had got them. Chilly winds were blowing the blanket, and they had to adjust frequently. I could see no space between them. Eventually, he got up and increased the fire in the bonfire.
They both shared the sandwich and stood beside the fire. She was still covering herself with the blanket, while he was sitting wearing a shirt only, with the fire. She was resting her head on his shoulders. As the fire worked, he tried to lower her blanket but failed initially.
She, on the other hand, started removing his shirt. He did not resist. She then started kissing him over the chest and moving upwards on his lips. She came over to him while kissing, and at this moment, he snatched her blanket and kept it aside. She then sat on his lap and grabbed another gift from the tree.
It was a vaseline. She knew the cue and immediately came on her four legs. He spanked her ass while she screamed. He then put Vaseline over her asshole and asked her to get ready. He first inserted the top and then waited for a few seconds. Then he gave a push again and inserted a bit more, and she screamed.
After a few pushes, his tool was fully inserted. And then he started slowly and slowly and increased the speed. As speed increased, she screamed, but he continued. A 10 min ass fuck drained my wife of all energy, and he filled this hole too. Eventually, they both retreated to the blanket, again leaving no space.
They did 2-3 more sessions over the night, filling her mouth also. I was lucky to witness a 20-minute-long fingering session of her pussy before she begged for the fuck, which he gave happily. I masturbated a couple of times in the attic. As the sun rose, they both came to their senses and started searching for clothes.
Her delicates were blown away by the wind, but she was able to gather her outer saree, blouse and petticoat. But the roof was no place to dress back. So while she grabbed their clothes, he lifted her, naked, in his arms and went downstairs to his flat. Thankfully, it was a foggy morning, so nobody else could see them.
I grabbed the moment and came out after 15 minutes. They were still inside, and I believed he must have enjoyed her in the bathroom. I reached home and pretended to be sleepy on winter morning. She unlocked the door with the spare key and went to change. I could see that she had trouble walking.
How was this story? If you sympathise with me, please provide feedback to my wife, Priya, at [email protected].