I drew the curtains and got into bed with my book, a compilation of essays and articles about Indian history. My wife was finishing up her night time routine, applying lotion on her elbows and moisturizing the areas between her toes and fingers. She raised her cotton nightgown to apply lotion on her fleshy thighs. She climbed in to bed with her tablet, to read her ebook – an account of a war written by an award winning journalist.
I had been married for 10 years. For a year before that, I had been seeing my wife. I thought she still looked the same, although she would disagree, and point out every place her body had changed – the rolls of fat, the folds on her thighs, her hair had thinned, her breasts had become larger – her body had become more sensuous over the years, the kind that ignited fantasies. I knew, it still ignited my fantasies. Two of those had led to kids, who were out for the weekend.
The first was when she had accompanied me to a business trip, and we found ourselves in a luxurious room with a tub, bathrobe and access to alcohol. The night before we were to leave, we had filled up the tub. Despite our best attempts with the shower gel, we had been unable to make it the theatrical bubble bath they showed in the movies. I downed a drink of scotch with ice before getting in, and poured my self another one, as I sat in the warm soapy water. She came in after me lowering herself on my thighs, sipping her glass of scotch. The warmth of her body, the water and the scotch were all engulfing me. When our lips touched, I could taste the scotch. I played with her hair, splashing water on the nape of her neck, feeling her nipples with the tips of my fingers. I rubbed soap on her back, and washed her hair, running my fingers through the foam on her hair, the fruity scent of the shampoo wafting into my nose. As she turned around, I could see her cheeks had flushed, the scotch was working well. She reached for my cock and giggled.
“What?”
“I just remembered what I thought of your..your thing when I first saw it”
“What did you think of it?”
She giggled more.
“Say it, say the word. ”
“Your dick? Your cock? Your penis?”
“Yes. Now tell me what you thought of it.”
I had gripped her neck now.
“A new maid had joined when I was younger at our home. I had heard her telling the other maid about how her husband’s dick was the size of brinjal. All this in her stupid accent.
So that’s what I’ve been calling your cock since I saw it first. My brinjal”
And she laughed, so did I.
“Well why don’t you eat it. Brinjals are good for you”
This was my drunken attempt to get my first blowjob from her. She had been evasive about it till then. She said she didn’t like it, but this time she agreed. After she had taken me in her mouth, I had pulled her out of the tub and I had entered her. This was the very first time we didn’t use protection. I had finished inside her thrice, both of us not sleeping for the entire night. I had watched fascinated after my cum had leaked out of her pussy the first time, like a painting with shades of pink and a single streak of white. I had repeated it twice after. 9 months later, we had our first child.
The second fantasy was at our home. Our child was with his grandparents and we had a bottle of chocolate sauce at home. I had licked it off her nipples, and she had rubbed it on my cock. This time, the painting had shades of brown, pink and white. We had our second child after.
As I read about kings, harems and thousands of wives, I thought about the tub, chocolate sauce and my wife’s naked body. Images flooded in my head, all at once, sometimes the stories got mixed. I imagined my own harem, although I struggled to think of women I desired more than my wife.
She was sitting across me, her elbows resting on a pillow, the soft light of a lamp bathing her in orange. Absent mindedly, she was running her hand through her hair. I ran my toe across her legs, pushing up the nightgown. She gave me a look, but continued reading. I put my book on the nightstand, and started kissing her toes. Slowly, I sucked on them, running my tongue on her soft feet, and then kissing her shins and calves. She still didn’t seem interested. Her indifference seemed like a taunt. Before you start thinking of your harems and women ready to do your bidding, you have to win me over – it seemed to say.
I sunk my teeth into her thighs. She laughed, yelped and playfully kicked me in the chest.
“Stop, I’m unwaxed.”
“It didn’t stop me earlier, and it isn’t going to stop me now”
She leaned towards me.
“You had an early morning tomorrow, I thought we’d do this only after you got back day after. I had a few things in mind”
She smiled slyly. Then she kissed me. The first time I had kissed her, it felt like being punched in the gut. It still felt the same.
She grazed her hand over the top of my pyjamas, and then grabbed my book.
“Let’s see if there are any clues here..”
“So we’ve been reading about kings and their harems are we?”
She traced a finger on my chest.
“Is one queen not enough for you, my lord?”
She put her hand in my pyjamas, now her fingers were tracing the veins on my cock. Slowly, it was getting harder. Her hands were still greasy from the lotion. I gripped her face.
“One queen? Never. You know I’ve always been..enthusiastic”
I kissed her cheek, letting my tongue linger, slowly closing my lips on her skin.
“Oh, I see. And I’m supposed to make do with one king?”
“Well those were the rules, other men wern’t even supposed to look at the Queen”
“Is that why you asked me to buy “the tiniest bikini I could find” for our trip last year?”
I felt her boobs straining through the cotton fabric, and squeezed.
“Ouch!”
I eased up, tweaking her nipples between my index finger and thumb.
She sat on me, her face close to my neck, her breathing heavy. I could feel her breath on my ears as she talked. She lifted her gown to fully feel my erection on her wet, naked cunt.
“You better not have any other Queens. I don’t want anybody even near you”
She slowly bit into my neck, her tongue feeling up my skin.
“I won’t ..unless..”
“Unless?”
“Unless they ask nicely..”
“Oh, and you won’t refuse? You won’t tell them about your wife, who does so much…”
She took my shirt off, and loosened the strings of my pyjama, she brought it down to my knees to expose my cock.
“Your own wife, who does…”
Then she rubbed some spit on her hands, wrapping her fingers around my cock. As her hand moved up and down, she took it in her mouth. The mass of her hair made a cloud over her face, the strands making black streaks on my thighs. I ran my fingers through them, bunching them up and holding them over. I loved watching my cock move in and out of her mouth. She made a delicious sucking sound when she went lower.
“Fuck..I know what you do baby, but you know how much I like..”
I struggled to get the words out of my mouth as I felt her swirling the mix of spit and precum around the head of my dick. I pulled it out of her mouth, holding her chin so she looked at me.
“How much.. how much I like thick black hair…”
I tugged slowly on her hair, wrapping it around my fingers. She let the juices out her mouth, they ran down in a steady stream over her chin, and onto my cock. She rubbed the mix onto my skin, making my dick glisten. Then she took it in her mouth again.
“And how much I like big, fat boobs…”
I pulled off her nightgown, and rubbed her back, digging my nails into her butt, touching the wetness of her cunt from the bank, feeling up the outside of her asshole. She didn’t stop sucking, sprawled completely naked on our bad, her head moving up and down over my cock, as my pyjama remained around my knees.
I got her to sit on me, and lifted one of her large, heavy tits to my mouth, and sucked on the big wrinkled nipple.
“What if she wanted me, for example, to massage her boobs? You know how much I like big boobs.”
She moaned softly.
“Should I not oil them up baby? Should I not squeeze them like I squeeze your boobs?”
“No, you better not. Even if you do, I know you’re still gonna be thinking about fucking me”
“You’re that sure? You’re that sure that I won’t lick on another pair of boobs like I’m doing to you? That I won’t put my dick between those delicious tits, or cover them in oil?”
“And what am I supposed to do then? Just watch her suck this dick? ”
“No, of course my favourite Queen wont be left alone”
I sniffed her neck then buried my face between her breasts. She smelt of the lotion. I made her lie flat on the bed, and rubbed more lotion over her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
“Watch..”
I put my cock between her boobs, squeezing them together, like I was fucking her tits. I thrusted forwards, and backwards, my butt rubbing on her stomach.
“Told you I have needs baby. You better help me out or I’m gonna need extra help”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do? Just fuck her tits?”
“No, I’m gonna cover her in oil. Like I did to you, and pull her hair, and enter her pussy slowly”
She moaned. I began rubbing my dick on her wet cunt.
“You better…fucking..not…”
“I’m gonna enter her just like this..slowly, make sure she feels the brinjal inside her pussy, inch by inch”
“Gooodd, baby, no, I don’t want to share, you fucking slut..”
“I’m your slut sweety, but I have needs..I need to make sure my dick gets used.. a lot”
“Use it on me then, I want you inside me..”
“Like this?”
I thrust hard. She groaned with pain. Then she relaxed and she had a lazy smile on her face.
“Harder.. fuck me like I’m one of your concubines…”
“No, you’re my Queen..my slutty horny Queen..”
Everytime I entered her she repeated herself.
“Harder, I need you inside..”
I held onto her hair and buried my face in her neck when I fucked her. I tensed the muscles of my stomach, to thrust in hard, as I got into my rhythm, her moans became louder. I swore at her, both of us mumbling, naked and sweaty on our bed.
‘”My slutty Queen.. this is my pussy..my favourite slutty pussy..”
“Harder, faster..I like your dick so much, I want it..”
Finally, I tensed up, about to burst. I took it out just in time, cumming on her pubes and her stomach. My cum formed droptlets on the end of her cunt hair. It had also formed a white pool in the hollow of her stomach. I wiped it off with a towel, and kissed her. She was exhausted, and curled up under her blanket, naked and sweaty.
I turned off all lights, except one. Then I continued reading.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uyuytz/history_indian_mf_milf