Indian Wife Massage
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Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Mumbai husband arranges a special happy ending massage for his wife
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Inside the room, the sounds intensified. Kaliya’s thrusts grew harder, deeper. Anjali’s moans filled the room. “Ohh Kaliya! Ohhh yes! Fuck yaar!” she cried out.
Kaliya kissed her lips, bit them, and then moved down to suck her nipples, all while fucking her deeply. The rhythm was relentless.
After a few minutes, Kaliya pulled out. He got down from the table and instructed Anjali to get on her knees. He moved her to the edge of the table into a doggy-style position. He held her hips and entered her slowly. Then, he started to fuck her with power. He slapped her ass, the sound of his palm hitting her skin echoing in the room. Anjali’s pussy was dripping, the sounds of flesh against flesh, of Kaliya’s thrusts, and of Anjali’s moans filling the air.
After some time, Kaliya pulled out and relaxed. Anjali gasped, her body trembling. “Let me go to the washroom,” she said.
She moved off the table, fully nude, her pussy dripping, her breasts hanging freely. Kaliya watched her walk away, her ass swaying as she headed to the bathroom to pee. Raj watched, feeling humiliated. His wife was walking around naked, having just been fucked by their friend, while he sat there with a soft, pinky finger-like dick, unable to even masturbate again.
Anjali returned from the bathroom. She saw Kaliya lying on the table on his back. He asked her to come up. She climbed onto him, placing one leg on each side of his legs. However, the break had caused Kaliya’s dick to go soft.
“Anjali, remove the condom and suck,” he said.
Anjali obliged. She removed the condom and started sucking the soft black dick. It tasted salty, tasty. She licked it, marveling at its size. Maybe the length of two dicks of Raj? she thought. She pushed his dick towards his stomach and licked his balls, taking them into her mouth, sucking and licking. She went back to sucking his dick. Kaliya put his hand on her head, controlling her movements. His large hand enveloped her skull, his fingers digging firmly into her hair, anchoring her in place. He didn’t just hold her; he began to guide the pace, his grip tightening as he pushed her head forward, forcing her mouth deeper over the girth of his shaft. Anjali’s eyes watered as the bulbous head of his dick pressed against the back of her throat. He held her there, letting her adjust to the stretch, watching her nostrils flare as she struggled to breathe through the invasion. With a subtle but firm twist of his wrist, he guided her down further, pushing past the gag reflex, until her nose was pressed flush against his pubic bone. He held her head there, still and deep, enjoying the way her cheeks hollowed with the suction, the wet sounds of her throat accommodating his massive length echoing in the quiet room. He controlled every inch of her engagement, pulling her back just an inch, then shoving her deep again, treating her mouth like an extension of his own pleasure.
Then, he said, “Put on the condom again.”
Anjali picked up the bottle of lubricant, applied it to his dick, and said, “Let’s do it.”
Kaliya understood. She wanted skin-to-skin. No rubber. Nothing in between.
Raj watched, feeling even more humiliated. His wife was about to fuck Kaliya without a condom, raw, while he sat there with a useless, soft dick.
Anjali climbed on top of Kaliya, straddling him. She held his dick and guided it into her vagina. She started moving up and down, her ass slapping against Kaliya’s hips. The sounds of their bodies meeting, the moans, the slick noises—it was a symphony of pleasure.
Kaliya stretched his hands out and pressed her breasts, then moved his hand to her neck, stroking it and her face. Her rhythm continued, her boobs dancing up and down. Wow, what a sight, Raj thought. Have I fucked her for this long? Never ... She is truly enjoying.
Kaliya glanced up, his eyes shifting to the wall in front of them where the clock hung. He saw the time clearly: 20 minutes remaining before he had to wrap up. He didn’t want to end the massage before the scheduled two hours; he wanted Anjali to have the full service. If he kept up this frantic pace, she would climax too quickly, leaving the session feeling rushed. He intended to give her a thorough, deep, and unhurried experience—ensuring every inch of her was attended to over the entire session, stretching the pleasure out as long as possible.
He made Anjali bend lower, her face near his. He kissed her. He moved both hands to her ass, holding them, and started controlling her rhythm. He slowed her down, making her ass move up and down slowly. He wanted it to last long. No hurries.
Anjali kissed Kaliya’s neck, moving down to his clean-shaven, muscular chest. She licked his nipples, biting them gently. Kaliya kept pressing her hips hard, moving her up and down, but kept the tempo deliberate and steady, preserving their time. Anjali went lower, kissing his lower chest, his stomach, then back to his upper chest. She looked up and kissed him again, a deep French kiss.
She offered her breasts to Kaliya’s mouth. He sucked on them, increasing the pace slightly but maintaining control, moving her ass faster. He started slapping her buttocks harder. It hurt, turning her skin red. He continued, moving faster. Her moans erupted, loud and continuous, a raw, unfiltered stream of pleasure that didn’t let up for a second.