Chapter 9

This was my third orgasm with him and undoubtedly the best. I was now clinging onto to him like my life depended on it. The intense grinding that just transpired between us was strong enough to dislodge my sari from my petticoat.

The pallu of my saree was on the floor with the rest of my saree. Rafiq had made overlapping slits on my petticoat from my upper thighs till all the way down.

I only realized now when I felt his bare palms squeezing my naked butt cheeks. I managed to whisper “Rafiq why did you slit my petticoat”? He replied after sucking my earlobe “so that your beautiful shapely legs also get a chance to show themselves off”.

I asked “are my legs really that good”? He moved to my other earlobe but not before giving me a quick smooch. He said “Anita majority of women your age, have heavy thighs like tree trunks. Yours are nice and slender like a swimsuit model’s”.

He went down kissing my chest and my full cleavage multiple times while my hands were in his hair pressing him harder towards my tits. I felt my blouse hooks coming undone and I removed it completely myself.

Before he could do it, I reached out and unclasped my bra and threw it away. Rafiq latched onto my nipples while his hands did the boob massage rapidly chasing me on the path to my next orgasm.

I knew I would not be able to continue standing after my next orgasm sweeps thru me, so I stopped him and removed his shirt and trousers making him fully naked.

His hard cock was throbbing up and down with every breath he took as if it was also breathing with him ... I lay down on the rug and signaled Rafiq to come on top.

He got on top and continued his love assault on my tits making me moan with new found pleasures. Then he went further down and again tongue fucking my navel while his hands undid the strings of my petticoat.

I eagerly raised my butt helping him pull it off completely along with my panties. After exciting my navel enough, he went down between my legs firmly planting his lips on my clit French kissing it.

I almost screamed “stop Rafiq or I will cum”. He released my clit and started licking my dripping wet labia which were still coated with my juices from my previous orgasm.

Within seconds my next orgasm swept thru me making me wriggle like a fish out of water. Rafiq continued eating my cunt till the last drop. Then he got back on top smiling at me.

He said “so did you enjoy the movie so far”? I held his face and kissed his lips, I said “what do you think”? Then teasingly he asked “so do you want me to stop now”?

I screamed “nooo, not in a million years” and wrapped my legs around his back ensuring he doesn’t move away. His hard throbbing cock was pressing against my yearning cunt.

Rafiq started moving his hips slowly causing his cock head to rub against the full length of my wet slit. When he was all the way down near the bottom end, I raised my butt in sync causing his manhood to smoothly glide half way inside my cunt.

He stopped and looked at me. I smiled giving him another kiss and a nod raising my butt further taking him more inside. Even though I found him same size as Prakash when I gave him a hand job, now he felt bigger filling me to the hilt.

Rafiq started fucking me with slow long strokes and maintained the perfect rhythm. He said “Anita you are feeling so tight even now. When was the last time you had sex with your husband”?

I replied “today morning before coming here. Rafiq you are bigger than my husband and that is why you find me tight”. He grinned listening to my answer.

This probably inspired him to increase his pace. In-between he wanted to take me from behind on my knees but I stopped him. I said “let our first time be like this only”.

Finally, after giving me a few more orgasms, Rafiq pulled out last minute spraying his load on the rug. I was puzzled looking at him, I asked “why did you have to do that Rafiq? You could have cum inside me”.

We lay panting side by side, he said “no Anita, I would never do that to you”. I asked “why”? He replied “I only do that with my wife”. I seriously wondered as to why would he do this even after he had my consent...

Rafiq said “can I ask you something Anita”? I kissed him giving my nod. He said “has your husband fucked your curvy juicy butt anytime”? I said “yes, but that was only during the initial years of my marriage”.