She made her way to the kitchen to make her second cup of tea. Her husband – Mr. Husband- as she called him in her head sometimes, was still sleeping. Work had been consuming most of his time lately. Yesterday would have been their designated “Together Night” but he had returned home much later than usual. It wasn’t entirely unusual, but now she realized that over the last two months she had missed him. His parents had been home for a month, then work had consumed her time , and then the last two weeks had exhausted them both entirely- busy work days coupled with all the social obligations of a wedding in the family, her cousin’s wedding. They’d gone days without talking to each other. She thought of all this, and the Sleeping Mr. Husband while she waited for the water to boil. She had just finished a leisurely morning walk and her kurti and track pant was damp in places because of the sweat. Their off days had finally converged, and she was hoping neither of them would get any frantic calls from their respective workplaces.
Her reverie was broken by Mr. Husband ambling into the kitchen and gently holding her from behind with a sleepy “Good Morning”. They both stood like that while she fiddled around to grate some ginger and add the tea leaves to the water. Then just as she poured the tea into the cup, Mr. Husband kissed her neck.
Mrs. Wife, as he called her, had her hair in a tight bun, and some loose strands stuck to her forehead. As he kissed the back of her neck, he could taste the salt of her skin, and her unwashed hair gave out the mixed musky fragrance of her shampoo, her sweat and the remnants of hair oil. She sighed as he squeezed her stomach, then felt the rolls of flesh. It had been months since the last time. He reached under her kurti and groped clumsily, he was still sleepy. She leaned forward and pushed her hips back so she could feel his erection on her. He reached all over over her till he felt the fabric of her sports bra on his hands, and then he sighed.He tugged at it, to put his hands on the soft skin of her breasts, and held her nipples between his fingers. He squeezed her breasts, a little too hard. “Gentle!”, she scolded him playfullym She pushed one of his hands away, pulling it to her mouth and sucking his fingers, while she reached for the lace of his pyjamas behind her back. She undid it, and it fell to the floor, loosely wrapped around his ankles and feet. She ran a finger on his belly and searched for the thick tuft of hair.
She got rid of her kurti as she lifted his kurta. He freed her hand from his mouth, grabbed her face and thrust his tongue on hers. She bit it. He reached below the rolls of flesh on her stomach, and let her track pants fall to the floor as he undid them. Her cotton panties had stains of sweat on them and the thick hair between her legs were moist. He reached under them and shoved a finger in. “Ouch gently!” He left his finger in as they kissed. Then he slowly started moving it, feeling every inch of the warm, moist flesh on his rough fingers. When she moaned, he put another finger in rubbing the spot inside her slowly. He grabbed her hair and she threw her head back in ecstasy. She let out another long moan and pinched his waist. He yelped. They both giggled. Then as she teased the head of his cock with her thumb, he got rid of his pyjama and kurta. She pushed him back and he sat on the kitchen counter.
“So you went for a morning walk all alone, looking this sexy, without me?”
He whispered in her ear, as he reached for flesh, this time, slowly.
“Oh yeah, I have a life of my own, don’t I?” as she stroked him, sometimes sliding her hand lower on his shaft, and teased him with her finger.
“Isn’t this neck too low, considering your cleavage? What if somebody stared?” he asked while grabbing her boobs.
“So what if they did?”
“Hmmm..did anybody stare?”
“Maybe they did…what about it?” She spat on her hand and rubbed him vigorously. Then she bent over and slowly ran her tongue along the length of his cock. Then she took it in slowly, letting his head feel her tongue and the inside of her mouth.
“And you’re telling your husband about this, have some shame..” He held her face and nibbled on her cheek. He ran a finger over the hair on his chest and dug her nails in as he winced.
“Oh they probably adjusted their pants. Like my husband does when we go to the bar or the mall sometimes. And they probably did the same thing my husband does after when he gets some time to himself. “
He smiled at her and reached for the flesh of her buttocks, squeezing it hard. He lifted her on to him, and she held his cock, as he entered her pussy. They both moaned. “Oohhhh”, she said when he was fully inside her, throbbing and hard. He then lifted her by her butt, and thrust in. Every thrust was met with a shriek. As he went in and out, he ran his tongue on her, pushing it into her mouth, kissing her neck, biting her breasts. They grinded into each other, her butt bouncing on the kitchen counter. Finally, his body tensed and she could feel his cock about to burst. He climaxed and she felt the big glob of cum on her thighs, as he took it out just in time.
She had to wipe herself with the kitchen roll. She wiped her stomach and her thighs, and tried to remember where she left her towel, as her husband gathered his clothes and made his way to the room. He lay down on the bed exhausted. He covered his eyes with the crook of his arm.
She followed him in, leaving her clothes in the kitchen, her naked body glistening with sweat as she walked into the bedroom.
Finally, she sat on his stomach, pulling the rubber band out of her hair.
“Who said I was done?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unu16n/chai_indian_couple_mf_married_realistic
that was amazing