The Chronicles of Madhuri 01

"What are you looking at so precisely?" I asked after finding my husband's eyes not leaving mine.

"Just thinking about the hows and whys of this juncture darling. How could I probably end up with someone as you?" He said getting his hands on the sides of my hair. He was an old flatter.

"I'd never be sure of it, nor would I consider myself wiser in answering that" I took my last sip, and pouring another for both of us added, "as anyone would have readily wanted to dip their paws into this honey pot thirteen years back." I said smiling at him and touching his hand.

"This is where you get too modest sweetheart. The pot has been excessively devoid of honey off late, and anyone could've hardly fed on it." He threw his wit at me and finished his glass.

"Now I'd have to settle upon the hows and whys of this juncture as I could not only feed on it but also be bred by the honey inside." Saying that I finished other half of my glass in one sip, and held Aarav by his manly waist.

Without bothering to put out the curtains or dim the lights, I tucked the extra of my pallu in my petticoat to lighten up the heavy ethnic attire, and I pushed Aarav towards the basin counter. Our lips met for not a few pecks anymore. After just over two to three sweet overlaps over each other's lips, we locked ourselves in a passionate smooch. Our tongues danced over each other as Aarav's strong hand barged in through my saree and onto my blouse to press and squeeze my breasts through the clothe. How he loved doing it. I stayed there kissing him by parting my lips wider and wider, with my hand roaming under his kurta and up his pyjamas to find his massive hard on there. I felt his tight wood in my hand, and it was all too hard, and brushing my hands at the area and over his pyjama, kept eating his lips. He sighed on the touch, and shot his hand on my butt through the saree, and kissed me more passionately.

I broke the kiss after a quarter of an hour. As I pulled back, poor Aarav did nothing, but watched me go down on him with his hungry eyes.

I dropped down on my knees, and hiking his kurta up, did his pyjamas down to meet his lovable 8 inch cock. I watched his delicious and beautiful piece of meat with as much love, and gave a quick peck on his pinky tip. Adoring it for a little bit, I slipped his cock in my mouth. I was quickly blessed by it's all warmth in my mouth, and started doing his penis in and out of my mouth. His soft underskin was wetted by my mouth's fluids in no time. My husband moaned as I slowly picked pace in sucking on his dick. My hold on his dick was strong after I revolved it in my mouth to suck with all the passion.

I led my eyes to Aarav who was looking down at me curious in anticipation. In return I encircled my hands around his stout butt and rolled my tongue up on his entire length while keeping the eye contact. I winked at him, and sucked his cock. I took time to lick on his tip and didn't miss an inch of his penis inward or outward. With his back arched and toe curled, my poor husband stood there being unable to stand and moaned vigorously. He was the cutest.

I teasingly smiled at him, and Aarav with no control over the process, tried to smirk. I took a halt in between, and just when he thought it was over, I moved down his dick to greet his full balls. I kissed his sack. I gave them my greeting with my teeth and tongue too and biting them with my teeth for a farewell, I started doing his dick again. Aarav holding on to my head at the counter made sounds of all kinds and in all pitches. I loved every minute of it. My sucking ticked off again, and as I'd always confidently let my hubby finish in me, I resolved that today was different. I sucked on his blessed cock for a minute until I stopped and rose to be on my feet again.

Aarav still catching his breathe, smiled at me as he watched me sit on our big and high work table that stood at the centre of the kitchen. My husband was still very much dressed except of being butt naked, and on the dressed front I scored full after having all my areas still traditionally covered. I sat on the table and stretched my saree and underskirt legs. Naturally, his eyes trained to my still three layered beneath sex. Aarav quickly slipped his head in the deep valleys of my saree, accustomed by the petticoat and ending at my panties. I raised my hips to help him pull my panties out, and it wasn't not long when I watched his head being lost underneath my saree and between my legs. He started licking my clit.

Speed never equalled pleasure. And that's how Aarav after grabbing my hips from the tucking, started slow. His service was methodical, one where his tongue slowly went faster. In our long marriage he never just relied on his dick either. His hand shot up at my blouse and squeezing my breasts, began moving his lips between my pussy lips, and by the time his tongue shot forward, I gave out an insistent moan, and my lips quickly gripped his tongue in. Under the kitchen light and no curtains on our glassy walls on to cover us, the adrenaline of being seen from the distant houses overlooking our boundary walls not only intensified it for me, but for him as well.

His hands quickly did my pallu off of my top and down on the ground to leave me with just the blouse up my waist and bare stomach. Aarav also put aside my blouse too to have my left boob pop out. He kept tongue fucking me. My hubby was one of the finest lickers of sex I'd ever known, as when eating pussy he didn't just lick but curled his tongue around and did little circles. Every little circle of his tongue bonused my moans to sail through more and more over our kitchen ceilings walls. I didn't know how long could I've taken it, and deep down both of us knew of what was to come. No sooner would I expect myself to explode than Aarav retreated. He was a tease.

He came up on my partially laid body on the kitchen table and started kissing me. I kissed back intensely in all my power and massaged his bare butt. He started going with his lips on my neck, and with it my gasping and scoffing too had a go again. Aarav with his one hand on the insides of my thighs through the saree, whispered in my ear, kissed my neck, kissed from my neck to my pussy and once he got down there really gave it to me. For a few licks and circles he constantly told me how much he loved my body, and how good I made him feel (or bad if that was what he was into).

He went further up to have himself treated with my breasts' milk, one that I still produced after 10 years of pregnancy with stimulating medications. Aarav's craving was real, and whenever found an opportunity would happily suck my puppies empty something he was going to do then. Aarav laid his full lips happily on my brown areola and sucked on my mature pebbly textured nipples like a little baby. He jolly much alternated between my neck, lips and nipples during fulfilling his fetish.

I looked at him with a smile and being half naked and partially satisfied too, came on my feet. I clutched onto his throbbing cock, and I made my hubby follow me with his cock as the leash. We walked only a few steps beside the counter until the floor to ceiling fold of the glass wall. Getting there I allowed Aarav to hold me as he liked. He vigorously pinned me to the glass wall from my back and sticking himself the closest with my body, we had our lips planted again. His hand laid in a firm grip on my relatively big butt cheeks as he squeezed them to all his strength through my saree. I helped him to be out of his kurta up and over his head, and I pulled down his pyjama too to make it lie down his thighs. The transparent glass wall of the house was covered in the perimeter, and this one back of the kitchen was placed opposite to the back end of our house. The high boundary walls there opposite the glass walls were quite certainly saving our exhibitionism from the onlookers, even though the houses a few yards away contained a different story view. The vulnerability excited us more than anything.

Our kissing heated up as I now kissed on his neck and shoulders amid my hand massaging his balls tightly. In the other minute he went down. It was time he untucked and undraped the saree from my petticoat to drop it down on the floor and leave me just with my petticoat and the half slid blouse on. My husband again massaged my big cups from the blouse and this time successfully exposing both of my breasts as he kissed me on my mildly fatty stomach. His tongue circled around my navel before he planted some large kisses on my entire stomach. Feeling the tickled touch of his lips on my skin, the butterflies in my stomach made me jump sensually.

"Baby..." I gently murmured closing my eyes, and not long when he was back on his feet, but this time to turn me around with a firm push and just when it happened, I allowed my blouse to fall off my shoulders, moreover Aarav bent and got my petticoat untied and out of bottom. His undying affection for my 38 inch round butt took it's toll after he kissed me down there. My hefty and toned butt cheeks have always got his nerve to be faster and that's exactly what was happening there. He treated my bottom with all the passion but respect and giving large pecks and licks, which got my horniness to be on a rise. Once my hubby was over and out of it, he gently kissed under my cheeks, and just when he came forward I took my lips to murmur, "Come on baby, fuck me and fuck me hard to prove how hot blooded you could still be."

Those words were magic to him as after unhooking my bra and doing his pyjama down, he led his big big dick inside my clit from behind. The gasping with my eyes closed had me take the wall for the support. Aarav with his stout physique pinned and pushed me more in the front to have my half leaned body go stick with the glass wall, and my boobs pressed upon the glass wall as the thrusts started coming in more fluidly. With my one hand spread out over the other on his waist to push the cause, I stayed jammed and eyes closed to contain the hot and rapid thrusts that Aarav sent into my pussy. The rapid shoving of his dick had my pretty pussy stretched and filled. I moaned constantly in a medium octave. My stout and energetic hubby now had fucked me for a dozen thrusts standing along the wall. I resisted over the advancement and he sensed it. In the next spell I pushed him to lean against the wall while he lifted me off the floor by supporting me with his hands on my butt cheeks. I grope him by his waist with my thighs. The strength required from both of us was severe, but with the penetrating fluidity it exposed us towards, it was all worth the effort. He fucked me quite hard.

Aarav got me on my feet quickly and with our quick moving lips and legs we walked beside the sink eating each other. He firmly picked me and bend me over to the sink counter. As my big butt spread he didn't waste a second and got his dick between my lips that grip. Holding to my butt and hips as the leverage he came in me with all his strength and I mean all his strength. My moans had crossed the other octave now as both of us made sounds and fucked. I shot my one leg on the counter, such that both of the legs made a perfect right angle. His shoving was faster and deeper now, and I didn't resist it as I quickly settled to more than big moans. His dick hit my cervix, not once but thrice and my teary eyes only said how it felt. My husband had us go back more than a couple of years to remember our one of the few first fucks at 18. He was thrusting in even faster and deeper and moaning I gathered my consciousness back again.

Aarav seeing the yellow light again, stopped to follow me again. This time like two new born with our nakedness, we made our long walk two floors up to the master bedroom. I pushed him on the bed and clinging on to the animalistic approach, hopped on his waist and then his dick. Since he was an ass guy, I let him rest his hand there and slipped a pillow under his butt for a deeper penetration. Knees on the spongy bed was good for a change. I bent my knees and started riding my hubby slow and maintained the eye contact. He certainly expected the intensity even though his honeyed eyes said otherwise. Just when he expected it the least I geared up, and rode him vigorously but this time his deep manly tone had the pleasure to win the pitch' race. Aarav held my big breasts in his hands as he experienced the energetic and crude fuck I wished to give him. I moaned and moaned and rode his hard dick as if a nerd's wet dream. My pouncing for our last session was in full attack mode. His thick and warm fluid hit and wet my insides while the my squirt dribbled past my thighs as we led each other to a once in a millennium orgasm. The focal point was that we blissfully came out together.

I let myself loose finally and fell down on his chest in the supposed fatigue out of a three quarter hour long sex. I kissed on his lips and we didn't resist telling how much we loved each other. His hands came across my back as letting go of the stresses I cuddled my hubby. The festival had it's perks and it never fails to make me realise it. He kissed on my head and I returned by kissing on his chest. We shared a few lip to lip pecks, and after smiling at each other, laid in each other's arms.

"Did you call hun?" Aarav said as his legs curled mine up, and hands fondled my head caressing it slowly.

"Yes I did my dear, the authority said they can't grant them the leave just yet." I said as I caressed back his macho butt.

"That's fair enough however the renowned policy of them never gently said so." My husband was clearly unhappy about our children's unavailability due to not getting the leave from their boarding school to come home for the celebrations.

"This is no time to be hyper about it, more because none of them seemed terribly affected by it. They're enjoying their time there." I said managing a naughty grin. Aarav smiled looking at me and I, grabbing hold of his dick, rubbed my other hand along his manly chest. My lust always looked to supersede my love, but I had the self control to call for.

Aarav looking at my actions stopped at, "Is it really them you're talking of baby?" his grin just said how my actions spoke louder than words. Our lips met again.

"So your meeting with your best friend is carrying out tomorrow dear?"

"Yes baby. We'll be around by 11 at best."

"Well that's one long day then." I have never known my husband to be passive aggressive out of his cognizant self, but this is used to making him uncanny by the reasons not lesser known of. Clinging on to the imbecile in him he added, "Does her husband know?"

Looking into his eyes, I smiled and said, "He never appeared to be cocky as such. Also would I find myself behind bars on lying?"

He grope on my waist and rubbing till my butt, spoke, "You may as well find yourselves there should I be not on time tomorrow."

"No officer, we'll leave together in the morning. I'm planning to drop you off to the airstrip on my way to the farmhouse."

"That is a deal I could never agree to disagree, gives me some added time to eat you enroute." His hands felt up my naked roundness as his cock twitched once in my hand. The tremor in palm turned me on.

"Uh-oh, the deal is off after first light. Besides, I've to be fresh for tomorrow as well." I said holding to his hungry hardness down his waist. I jerked it a little before meeting with his lips, yet again.

The dialogues shared can be said in only a one-third duration as in the rest our lips never came away of each other. We smooched in peace for once. And as it ended, I saw my hubby engulfing my 5'5 pinnacle and towered it with his all 6'3 hulky figure. He slowly fitted himself between me. I stretched my legs outward to get his dick stuff my nearly wet hole, and artfully wrapped my legs around his lower back. It was a crude one now as Aarav charged in me with all his strength; also speedfucking his way through, he must've fucked my brains out then. I was hit on my cervix walls more than a few times, which resulted in my groans to moans and eventually to cries, louder ones. We had the vanity of soundproof walls that helped me to be free to make sound of any kind. My dear giver also possessed a face of pain in this burning intercourse. As he said he was about to come, I almost locked him tightly with my legs to get seeded deep. The hot liquid shook my body with a cold sensation. I cleared the tear off my eye as he came off.

Just before we dozed off, we found our breathes again and telephoned our children at the hostel. After knowing both of the Khushi and Ashu were in great shape for real, we smiled sarcastically at each other and laughingly kissed each other again. In all our comforts, we nude snuggled to a romantically excellent cuddle with no sheet covering us.

Next morning just when the golden sun had painted the dark black sky into bright blue, we woke up. Our grip cleared about quite the fun filled night we had, one could see it clearly. I pulled my head from his chest and undraped the legs lying around his waist. I put the night robe on with nothing underneath and headed downstairs to clear off the kitchen floor consisting our clothes undone in the heat of the moment. I just tied the ribbon from the middle when going out to clear the mail box. The aristocracy around my neighbourhood was pacing and jogging up and down the street, as my smile and wishes met a few of them.

Ending the chores I got to upstairs again. My stout naked husband has just opened his eyes. I went to plant my lips on his butt with a squeeze, and patting on it asked him to take the stride forward. Teasingly he went around grabbing my boobs from the satin clothe, and I jerked his hands back to deny the honours. I looked down at him with the smile I possessed and said, "The better, the boy, the better his chances." I turned around and walked on to slowly untie the ribbon and let it slip off my shoulders. My slow walk didn't stop as looking ahead I entered in the bathroom. Aarav like a pup followed me in, and in the next hour we could've said to have a long and noisy bath perhaps.

As we'd passed midway on the way to the airport, Aarav's hands which were just laid on my big thighs since half an hour started moving up and down along my frock, from my briefs to my round and big bust, his hand movements gave away his silent grief of staying away from me for a span of 20 days at least, if not a month. With elections nearing, also the commissioner of Gujarat calling in for backups, my husband had to make the trip.

Holding on to the buckle, I said, "If I may officer?"

"Can I say please?" His child like desperation had me burst out laughing.

I unbuckled his seat belt, and before Aarav could wonder what he ought to do next, I slid my T-shirt down my shoulder to have my left boob strike out. Instead of pulling over, I maintained an average speed to suppress the use of lever at my left, allowing my husband to embrace my roundness with his lips. My hands helped his wood underneath his khakhi. He quickly lactated on my breasts, and I bit my lower lip to withhold the service. He came to my lips too, and managing to keep my sight toward the road, I kissed him back subtly.

My state of ultimate sensuality charged up as his hands started rubbing me down my waist. I was well aware of the fact that my horny hubby needed to check in on time, so pulling over was not an option. My eyes partially closing and opening, managed to drive slowly as we had one hell of a time while making our way to the airport. Coming out after adjusting myself, I hugged my husband to an emotional good bye. Despite holding back since morning, I finally shed a few tears to bid him good bye. Regardless of the public place, we smooched for a minute for one noteworthy experience that. I kept my eyes at him with a heavy heart until Aarav disappeared through the queue.