Sorry! Still very behind on the updates. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a month ago.
This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 17 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xbj29m/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_plan/)
**Part 18 is below**
After dinner we were just chilling on the couch watching a show on Netflix. Both of our thoughts were elsewhere as my hubby absentmindedly massaged my foot. I was busy on my phone reserving a good dinner spot and finding a good nightclub which had decent Wednesday night action to hit up after. I assumed my hubby was still thinking about my words and the effect it had on him. It was hubby who finally broke the silence.
*Hubby – “All set for tomorrow?”*
*Me – “Yeah I guess. I made a dinner reservation for 7:30 PM. I have not yet finalized on the night club.”*
*Hubby – “Ok, just keep me regularly updated so I know you are safe. Picked out your dress yet?”*
*Me – “Oh crap. I completely forgot about that.”*
I got up and went into the bedroom to pick out a dress for tomorrow, leaving my hubby on the couch. I rifled through my closet trying to find something to wear to the office tomorrow. I could not find anything sexy enough but also appropriate for the office. I would have to repeat one of the same outfits I wore the last two Fridays. I grimaced as I took out both of them and laid them out on the bed, but was still not happy with either of them as I did not feel like repeating them. My hubby sauntered into the bedroom.
*Hubby – “Not able to decide? Aren’t those you wore the last couple of weeks?”*
*Me – “Yeah, they are. Apparently I do not have enough* ***’Office Slut’*** *outfits.”*
*Hubby – “I guess you have to settle for one of them. It is too late to buy one now.”*
I was about to pick one of them when I had an idea. I went back into the closet and then emerged with a new option. My hubby looked at it trying to figure out what it was.
*Hubby – “That looks like a saree.”*
Indeed it was. It was the sheer pink saree that matched the sheer pink blouse I had worn last week. I decided against wearing that transparent pink blouse and instead had picked out another bikini style white saree blouse to go along with the saree. I also had selected a nice lacy white G-string, in hope somehow Eric will get to see that.
*Me – “Yes, it is. I am thinking of wearing a saree tomorrow to the office.”*
*Hubby – “Why? Does not look to be very revealing. It does not seem to be easy to get on or off, or for that matter ‘exposure friendly’, considering that is your modus operandi.”*
*Me – “Eric said he wanted to see me in a saree.”*
It was a little white lie. He only had mentioned he liked sarees and not specifically he wanted to see me in a saree. It was enough to make it appear to my hubby that I already was doing what Eric wanted.
*Hubby (A little dejected) – “Oh, I did not know that.”*
The gentle almost unintentional humiliation I was dishing out was another turn in his screw, winding up him a little more.
*Me – “I feel a saree is actually one of the sexiest dresses. Yes, it has a lot of fabric, but depending on how you wear it, it can easily range from conservative to super slutty. Just wear it really low on the hips and it shows off all the right curves and enough of the juicy bits.”*
*Hubby – “True. Are you planning to wear the saree to the nightclub also?”*
My hubby was standing behind me kissing me neck and running his hands up and down my smooth waxed legs getting me a little aroused.
*Me – “Nope. I want him to be able to access every inch of my body at the nightclub. I plan to change out of the saree before dinner, which should be enough time for Eric to get his fix. I plan to wear this to the club.”*
I had picked out a white knitted backless halter top along with a black pleated mini skirt. The top was very low cut and displayed a good amount of cleavage and without a bra my nipples may even poke out of the holes. The skirt was the shortest that I had in my closet and it was barely 10 inches in length and ended a couple of inches above my ass cheeks.
*Hubby – “That is a sizzling hot outfit, babe.”*
I took my shirt off to try on that top to make sure it was fitting properly, as my hubby tugged my shorts down and knelt down and started kissing my bare ass cheeks making me hornier and eliciting a moan from me.
*Me (Moaning) – “Thanks. As you said I am making the last day count.”*
*Hubby – (Still kissing my thighs and butt) – “So you are going to turn up the heat on the dance floor.”*
*Me – “I will probably allow him to strip me naked on the dance floor if he wants to.”*
I tugged on the top and bottom knot holding the knitted top and it just fell off my body leaving me topless and in just my thongs.
*Me – “See it is so easy for him to strip me. Just imagine that, your wife dancing naked with her stud in front of all those people .”*
My hubby’s kisses on my thighs became haphazard on hearing those words. Another turn of the screw. He turned me around and started sucking on my nipples, making me moan. He slipped my thongs down my legs to take a look at my freshly waxed pussy. He ran his hands around my inner thighs and top of my bikini line and my pussy lips feeling my smooth skin.
*Hubby – “I love to feel your smooth skin after waxing. What did you get done? A full Brazilian?”*
*Me – (Smiling) – “Yes a full Brazilian. (Smile turning into a smirk) Eric wanted me to get one.”*
Again a little white lie and another turn of the screw. Eric had only said he preferred a full Brazilian wax in his response to a very generic question and not specifically he wanted me to get one. My hubby abruptly stopped kissing my boobs. It appeared to him like I was obeying Eric’s every whim.
My pussy was leaking and desperately begging for attention. I pulled my hubby’s shorts down and grabbed his dick. He was still quite spongy and not hard enough to fuck me.
*Hubby – “Sorry babe, My beast is still recharging. I am not quite ready yet for round 2.”*
*Me (A little smirk) – “Yeah your little dick is still soft. I doubt if Eric would even go soft again after shooting his load. From what I am reading on the Internet and seeing on the porn sites, it seems huge guys like him have amazing stamina and can go on and on and fuck for hours.”*
*Hubby – (Whimpering) – “You…You have been surfing porn?”*
*Me (Smirk getting wider) – “Yeah, I have been looking at porn. How else can I learn to be a perfect porn slut for Eric and satisfy every one of his fantasies? Kind of your fault since you let me have too much free time after dinner yesterday. “*
*Hubby (Fear in his voice) – “What kind of porn have you been looking at?”*
*Me – (Casually) – “Just some videos of big black monster cocks destroying pretty white babes. Apparently there is a dearth of material of brown Indian babes getting pounded by big black cocks. Hmm, maybe that is something I can change over a period of time.”*
*Hubby (Shocked) – “What do you mean?*
*Me – “You know.. Shoot some videos with Eric, maybe even others..”*
Another lie and another big turn of the screw. I did not surf any porn the previous night or had any inclination to shoot some videos. The only time I had seen some porn was when I accidentally ended up looking through my hubby’s browser history on his phone a couple of months ago. I put that information to good use.
*Me (Softly) – “You know what else I saw. I saw some videos of slutty wives getting fucked absolutely senseless by a big black bull in front of their small dicked husbands. (Harshly) Do you want that?”*
*Hubby (Stuttering and confused) – “Yes.. I mean No.. Actually Yes… I just don’t know how to answer that.”*
*Me – “I am extremely horny and my pussy is soaking wet and mommy needs her release. Since your dick is obviously not ready, put your mouth to good use.”*
I cleared the stuff off the bed and laid down on my back and propped a couple of pillows behind my back and spread open my legs. I propped myself to a semi seated position so I could watch. My hubby crawled between my legs kissing and licking my inner thighs making his way to pulsing pussy. I had my hand on the back of his head directing the action.
*Me – “By the way in case you have forgotten (He looks up at my face expectantly), today is day 3 of my period. I still tend to bleed quite a bit.”*
That was another massive turn of the screw. This was another half truth. I actually was nearly at the end of day 3 and I rarely bleed and even if I do, it tends to be very little; think drops. With that tampon fairly deep inside me, it is almost impossible for any blood to come out. Why spoil the fun that my inner dominatrix was having by telling the entire truth when just half will do just fine. I enjoyed watching the horrified expression on his face as I pushed his head down and forced his mouth on to my pussy lips. His active tongue that had been kissing and licking with gay abandon curled itself into his mouth as he struggled weakly against my hand which was applying pressure on the back of his head. His mouth was just frozen on my pussy lips and not doing anything. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.
*Me (Harshly) – “I said mommy needs her release. Do you want me to get the ladle out? (Long Story, going to save that for another day)”*
My hubby murmured something as I roughly pushed his head back between my thighs and squeezed them tight. His tongue finally came out of mouth and started licking my lips with great reluctance, darting back in fear. I was thoroughly enjoying his predicament. Once he overcame his initial hesitation his tongue started doing its usual magic. One thing I have to give my hubby is even though his dick action leaves a lot to be desired, his tongue action is on point. He seems to know exactly what my body wants and his tongue responds accordingly – Long, wide, slow, forceful licks to short quick stabs and whole range in between, switching between my clit, pussy lips and inner thighs with almost perfect timing. His tongue never seems to get tired. On days he wants to edge me, it would seem like his tongue could go on for hours, just doing enough to keep me tottering on the edge but denying that last final push.
His tongue was soon playing me like an instrument and Randy Rati was moaning in appreciation, enjoying his skillful masterclass. I could feel my orgasm building gradually as his tongue pushed me higher and higher. The sweat on my brown skin was shimmering like dew drops under the lights. All the muscles were stretched taut waiting for the inevitable crash. Eventually the dam burst and I came violently bucking my hips as I ground my pussy against his invading tongue pushing his head down hard and gripping his head tightly between my thighs. I rode out that long orgasm against his lips and finally released his head. I lay on the bed, my breasts heaving, trying to catch my breath as Randy Rati was basking in the afterglow. The night was still young and I had a feeling she was going to be making another appearance.
To be continued…
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