The Starving Housewife
Copyright© 2025 by 4everhorny
Chapter 47
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 47 - This is a story about Sabitri a dedicated housewife living a life full of everything with her husband Kamal … well everything except physical satisfaction.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic True Story Cheating Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Food Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Foot Fetish Hairy Size Indian Erotica
This was the first time she was seeing him shirtless. The sight of his sweaty broad chiseled chest formed as a result of the physical hard work in the fields made her mouth water. She ran her fingers feeling up his entire hairy chest down to where his pants were and back.
She leaned in and flicked his nipples with her tongue making him moan “Aaaahhhhhh ... madam...”. She continued her oral assault on his other nipple making him moan even more louder “aaahhhhhh ... madam ... aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...”.
She kept switching between kissing and licking his nipples and the sweat of his chest right up to his neck making him moan even more. Sabitri dropped her saree pallu and placed his palms on her big melons.
Birju cupped them gently caressing her hard nipples with his fingers while Sabitri continued to nibble on his nipples. Sabitri stood up pulling him in for another kiss. She then got on her knees unbuckling his trousers and inners letting them bunch around his feet.
After Birju quickly stepped out of them, Sabitri held his big hard cock with both hands while looking up in his eyes. She licked the entire length of his shaft while still maintaining eye contact. After coating his entire big cock with her saliva she took it in her mouth and began deep throating him.
A few minutes into this blowjob and Birju was feeling on top of the world. Sabitri too was really enjoying sucking his big cock with real love and passion. Then he patted her to stop and pulled her back on her feet.
She looked at him and teasingly said “go ahead Birju, remove my clothes the way you have always wanted to”. Her saree pallu was already on the floor so he went straight for her blouse. He struggled a bit opening her blouse hooks one by one.
The moment he opened her last blouse hook there was a knock on the back door with Bhima calling for Birju. Birju cursed his luck to be interrupted at such an opportune moment. He wore his trousers and corrected his clothes before heading out.
Sabitri was thoroughly disappointed at this interruption because she was so much looking forward to finishing what they had started last night. She corrected her clothes and returned to her work in the kitchen feeling dejected.
Soon she felt the same familiar strong hands cupping her big tits from behind. She felt an instant tingle in her loins because it was Birju. She was delighted that Birju was back despite the interruption. Sabitri said “Birju I thought you were...”.
Birju interrupted her saying “I have told Bhima that I am busy and will see him in ten minutes”. Sabitri mockingly said “when did you ever finish in ten minutes Birju darling”? He replied “you don’t worry about that madam. I can go to any extent to finish what we started yesterday. Now let’s not waste any more time”.
Sabitri said “let’s go to my bedroom quickly then” pulling him with her. Once in her bedroom, she was about to remove her saree. Birju stopped her and said “madam maybe next time. Right now we don’t have time for this”. Sabitri replied “but my saree will get spoiled if I don’t remove it”.
He said “no madam, I know one position in which your clothes will not get spoiled. I know it because my wife only lets me have her in that position”. Sabitri looked at him questioningly. Birju said “madam you please get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I will show you”.
Birju got her in doggy style on the edge of the bed after raising her saree and petticoat to her waist. He crouched behind her spreading her thunder thighs wide and gave a few quick licks to her already wet pussy. He lined up his big hard cock at her love hole and slowly pushed it inside.
Sabitri let out an audible Aaaahhhhhh feeling like on cloud nine basking in the feeling of his big cock reaching depths inside her where only Bhima had reached. Birju held her fleshy hips firmly with his strong hands and began moving to and fro inside her.
The out of this world feeling which he was experiencing while buried deep inside her heated pussy was hard to put in words. Her warm pussy tightly wrapped around his big hard cock simply felt so unbelievably good. Sabitri was also moaning “Aaaahhhhhh ... Aaaahhhhhh...” on every incoming thrust.
She couldn’t control herself and at this moment she did not care if anyone heard her moans. She only wanted to live in this moment and enjoy it to the fullest. The room was filled with the clapping sounds of their thighs and her moans.
The ten minutes were long past and Birju was fucking her like a steam engine on steroids ... his usual style ... Sabitri was surprised that she did not feel very tired despite having experienced so many back to back orgasms.
Her pussy was flowing, her thighs were wet and her bed was drenched with her juices. She only managed to whisper “are you close Birju”? Birju replied “yesss ... madam, I am close ... very close”. Sabitri quickly replied “please stop, I want you to cum in my mouth darling”.
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