Sapna In The Kitchen
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It was 6am; i had already woken up and drunk my coffee. My wife was asleep in the bedroom and the door was shut tight, since she had slept late and didn’t want to be woken up. The main door was not shut tight, so anyone could push and enter if they wanted to. I was in a towel and ready to go for bath, wearing nothing else… But there was a soft knock on the door. I opened the door to find Sapna there. She was wearing a sari which was tightly wrapped and accentuating her arse. The pallu was loosely draped over her breasts, which seemed completely captured tight in a low neckline blouse that plunged and revealed her cleavage shamelessly. I was mesmerized and staring at it while blocking her way to enter… She craned her head sideways and made it clear that she noticed that my wife’s door was closed… And then when i saw her face, i saw an incredible look of pure lust and naughty desire written all over it. She pressed her hands against her hips and thrust her breasts forward and asked – “kya dekh rahe ho sahab, andar nahi aane doge aap?” and she smiled seductively. I moved to the side and she had to squeeze in thru the narrow doorway, which is when i realized the tent my hard dick had created and further reduced the space. Sapna saw my dick and smiled and asked as she was crossing the doorway face to me, with her belly button now touching my crotch thru the towel – “kya saahab, memsaheb ghar pe nahi yaaa….” and she let her question trail. I muttered that my wife was sleeping inside, to which Sapna asked even more shamelessly “kyon, bahut thak gayin kya kal raat? Lagta hai aap unhe sone hi nahi dete honge”… And she gently pushed against my crotch as though trying to enter the room, and opened her mouth and let out a tiny gasp of realization of my crotch hitting her belly button while she stared right into my eyes with her big brown eyes. In my mind i wanted to catch her, rip her dress off, make her bend against the door and fuck her while holding her hair from behind… Little did i know then that this slut was imagining almost the same thing, with the only difference being, as she later confided in me, the only difference being that in her imagination, i was nailing her in the ass, while mauling her breasts with one hand and clawing her pussy with the other, all the while biting her neck while she was screaming loudly saying “fuck me saheb, fuck me harder, fuck me like you’ve never fucked your wife or anyone before….” A sound at the neighbors’ door broke our respective dreams, and we stared into each other. With a sigh, Sapna walked towards the kitchen swaying her ass tantalizingly, and began washing the vessels in the sink. I needed to jerk off; there was a huge wet spot in my towel where my dick head touched the towel. I sat down in the sofa to try to recollect what had just taken place and think whether this was for real or i was just going mad! A few minutes later i heard a call from the kitchen – “saheb…” It was perhaps my dick that reacted first by getting rock hard. I entered the small kitchen to find Sapna at the edge of the washing basin washing the vessels inside. I asked her “kya hua…” Sapna turned her head and asked me “saheb, aapki coffee cup de dijiye, usse dho deti hoon”. As she said this, she looked down at my crotch searchingly. My erection was again clearly visible, so i turned and went to get my cup from the living room sofa near the TV. On my getting it to the kitchen, i said “ye lo”, to which she replied…”saheb, yahin de dijiye…” and i thus went even closer to her. Now she pointed to the basin with her chin, and showed me her soapy hands and said “saheb, aap hi dal dijiye na… Aap andar daal dijiye, peeche se, khud hi, mein toh poori geeli hoon, aap hi dal dena andar peeche se”… And she was smiling like a slut and inviting me with her round bulbous ass wrapped in the tight sari, her hips peeking out her sari sides and she turning torso exposing her breast wrapped in a tight blouse with its plunging neckline… I moved forward slightly to put the cup into the basin, and my hard cock touched her ass. A gasp of shock came from her lips, and while i thought she would move away, instead she pressed her bottom back firmly into my crotch and her gasp turned into a deep long sigh and an unmistakable moan. I stared at her as her pallu now dropped exposing her magnificently round breasts, her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was almost in an o shape whimpering, her thick soft luscious lips wet with saliva, and she gripped the tap and pushed her ass up and down my crotch erotically. Before i could realize what was happening, she opened her eyes and looked deep into mine… Raw lust was dripping and her breathing was jagged, her breasts heaving up and down and my hard crotch now pushed against her arse penetratingly. A look said it all, in a flash, i reached and caught her breasts and began kissing her, slobbering over her mouth and squeezing her breasts as i freed them from their cage of a blouse. She reached behind and pulled off my towel and rubbed her soapy hands up and down my hard dick, lathering my cock thoroughly as our tongues intertwined… I dipped into the soapy solution in front of me and wet my hands and pulled her sari off. She thrust her ass against me harder and left my lips momentarily to say, in a voice dripping with lust… “saheb, meri gaand maaro zor se”.