I thought of her upstairs, her soft, warm body, naked under the covers, as she loves to sleep in the nude. My cock was begging for it, I stripped down... right in the hallway, just the thought of her soft, fiery cleft so near made my cock feel so ready to blow I didn’t want the pressure of my clothes bringing me off. I quickly climbed the stairs, passing by our daughter’s room, I peeked in, saw her asleep and dreaming pleasant dreams. I smiled, and quietly opened our bedroom door. I could hear. My heart was racing a million miles a minute, I could not keep up. All I could think about was how badly I needed him inside of me. I did not want him, I needed him. I needed him to feel me, to fill me up, to touch me, to love me, to make me his. I needed him more than I had ever needed anything else. “I love you,” I whispered in his ear as he lined his cock up with my dripping wet pussy. “I love you,” he whispered back, pressing his lips against mine as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock. I was not so good at studies, but am very beautiful and everyone wants to flirt with me. Even in collage, my lecturers, classmates and neighbors every one. I like their attention and used to flirt with some of them for the fun and kick. Before I completed my graduation, my parents got me married off to this duffer at Bhopal. My husband works in a pvt firm. Not so smart looking, earns good money – but basically he is always buttering his bosses and he has no individuality at all.He tries to. ”After a couple of kisses, I took a dive shoving my tongue inside her vagina, as deep as possible. Doing all sorts of tongue aerobatics I got her excited. But the faster I went, Puji managed to match with my rhythm. Soon my dick started twitching when she said,“Oh no, Not in here.” And then she took a turn to look at my face. Then guiding my dick with her hand she stuffed it inside a pussy. For a pussy that has been fucked so many times, I imagined it to be tight, squeezing my dick uniformly.