Fucking Shraddha while my wife was asleep

Folks, if you have been reading the earlier stories that Shraddha and I have posted, then welcome back! If you haven’t read the previous ones, then I humbly request that you do before reading this one.

All these stories are a narration of our ongoing love affair. We have tried to maintain the continuity from one episode to another. While most of it is true, we have taken some liberty to spice it up a bit.

Immediately after Tanya and Bhavesh left for India, our routine of going over to Shraddha’s house during lunch hours resumed. We started making love almost on a daily basis. But we hardly used to get time to relish each other.

On Thursdays, I try to spend time with her in the evening after work. But the thought of catching the last train home was always in the background. She had met my wife Anjali (or Anju for short) when we invited her along with Bhavesh and Tanya for dinner.

Anju had given an open invitation to her to come over anytime to stay whenever she felt lonely. So, after a few weeks, I decided to ask Anju if we could invite Shraddha over the weekend. The reason was quite simple. Anju works full day in a supermarket over the weekends.

So, she wouldn’t be around most of the time during the day, giving us ample time to pleasure each other. I discussed this with Shraddha over lunch after another quickie session. She could not hide her excitement. Throughout that day, we kept texting each other about her possible visit.

In the evening, I casually brought up Shraddha’s name in some conversation with Anju. “So, how is she doing since her husband and daughter left for India?” she asked when the name cropped up.

“I don’t know. I guess she must be doing ok,” I said without looking into her eyes and pretending to be checking my mobile for messages. “Though she did say that she is missing her daughter,” I added just to elicit the response I wanted from Anju.

As expected, Anju said, “Yes, it must be tough for her. To be away this far from her child. Why don’t you call her this weekend to stay.” She said after a brief pause. “She can come on Friday and leave on Monday for work with you.”

“And how am I supposed to entertain her while you will be away most of the day?” I asked, feigning helplessness. But at the same time, ensuring that she knew that we would be on our own.

“Don’t be silly. She is not a small child to be looked after in my absence. If she does get bored, you can show her our town and have lunch together,” she said.

“Ok,” I said, this time pretending to be reluctant. “Why don’t you talk to her yourself?” I said. Before she could say anything, I had dialled Shraddha’s number and shoved the phone in her hand. I had already told Shraddha to expect Anju’s call to invite her over.

The moment her phone rang, she answered it. I guess she must have been eagerly waiting for this call all evening. After exchanging pleasantries and small talk, Anju invited her over to our house over the weekend. I had instructed Shraddha not to accept the invitation immediately, and she played her part well.

After a couple of ‘Nos,’ she finally accepted the invitation. Can you imagine the kind of excitement I was going through upon knowing that we would be having loads of time for ourselves. I was already visualising her naked and in various positions all over the house.

As soon as the invitation was accepted, Anju handed over the phone. I excused myself and sent kisses to Shraddha on WhatsApp. She responded almost immediately with her kisses.

The next day was Thursday, and as usual, we ended up in her house after work. As soon as we shut the door behind us, we went for each other. Within no time, there wasn’t a single piece of clothing left on our bodies. Shraddha pulled me over her and wrapped her smooth, pale thighs around me.

She guided me inside her, and my cock went in like a hot knife through a slab of butter. Our lips clamped over each other. I sucked her tongue in my mouth. I rammed my cock deep inside her. Her gasp exploded in my mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

But she didn’t let go of my mouth, and we started fucking like crazy. Our moans could be heard through our clamped mouths, and we sounded like animals. She had dug her nails inside my shoulder blades. She desperately clung to me while I kept ramming her wildly.

Just when I felt that I would cum, I quickly put on a condom and continued ramming her. No sooner had I put on the condom than I exploded inside her. As my cock spewed the cum, I slumped over her. She held my head against her heaving chest.

As we relaxed in each other’s arms, we discussed about our weekend stay together. The challenge was to act as if we were good colleagues and nothing more than that. The bigger challenge was to keep our hands off each other while Anju was nearby.

It sounded simple. But imagine being close but not able to even touch each other for 12-14 hours a day! But the fruits of exercising patience were going to be far sweeter. I left her that evening for home. The next day was the much-awaited Friday, and after work, we boarded the train to my place.

We sat next to each other with our hands clasped under our bags and excitement in our hearts. We kept pressing our thighs against each other. The train seemed to arrive almost instantly at our destination station. As usual, Anju had come to pick us up from the station.

“Hello Shraddha, how are you?” enquired Anju with a smile.

“I am fine Anju di, thanks! How are you?” Shraddha replied while hugging Anju warmly.

Once we reached home, Anju went about to prepare tea for us. I took that opportunity to take Shraddha to her bedroom. “Welcome home, sweetheart!” I whispered in her ears and took her in my arms. We had a quick round of kisses. I then showed her the bathroom.

She wanted to take a shower before joining us for tea downstairs. Before Anju realised that I was taking longer time than usual, I was back downstairs. I offered to help Anju in the kitchen. As she declined my offer, I told her that I would go upstairs to take a shower soon after I had my coffee.

I was having the last sip of the coffee. I heard Shraddha come out of the bathroom and go inside her bedroom. I calmly went about rinsing my cup and pretended to do some other chores. I quietly headed upstairs, hoping to grab her for one last time before we joined Anju.

She was stepping out of the bedroom, smelling fresh as one would after taking a shower. She had changed into a cotton pyjama with floral patterns all over the two-piece dress. For my trained eyesight, it was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything under her top. Her nipples protruded through the fabric.

I pulled her near me gently. I then tugged her top downwards so that it tightly hugged her braless tits. The nipples became more prominent. With my other hand, I pinched them lightly. She let out a small gasp as if she was taken by surprise and smiled sheepishly as she looked into my eyes.

As our eyes fixed on each other, I gently placed my lips over hers. We could hear Anju working in the kitchen, which meant she was nowhere nearby. Shraddha, with her eyes, gestured towards her mounds as if asking whether I wanted to taste them.

I nodded, and as she saw my expression she had a smile on her face. She lifted her top to give me a close-up view of her two smooth-as-marble-taut globes. As I bent forward, I passed my hands behind her and cupped her buttocks to support myself.

I started sucking the cherry of her lovely breasts. With her fingers, she started combing my hair. I soon moved to the other one and sucked it lovingly and delicately. As expected, both the nipples had now become rock hard. The whole thing must not have lasted for more than a minute.

She gently pushed me away and lowered her top. When I looked up at her questioningly, she had a serene smile on her face. She cupped my face and planted a light kiss on my cheeks. She pointed me in the direction of the bathroom as if asking me to get my shower.

With that, she left me and went downstairs to join Anju. As I was getting ready to get into the shower, I could hear the ladies talking and laughing at some joke. Without knowing what they were laughing about, I, too, had a smile on my face. I got into the shower.

“Look what Di has got for me!” Shraddha exclaimed excitedly as soon as I came downstairs. She showed me the designer purse Anju gave her. Both of them had made themselves comfortable in the sofas and had started watching some serials.

I soon came to know that they both were fans of the serial and its hero and were sharing notes. I was very happy to watch them quite comfortable with each other. As it was Friday, I brought out the whiskey bottle and offered a glass to Shraddha, who gladly accepted it.

As Anju was a teetotaller, I made a mocktail for her. We started chatting. I soon realised that Anju and Shraddha were doing most of the talking while I was observing them both. For a moment, I wondered how it would be to have a threesome.

The thought made the blood rush in my groin, and I felt my cock grow. But the thought was just momentary. Anju had lost interest in sex many years back, and since then, we hardly slept together. But this had never caused any friction between us and we always cared for each other.After a couple of drinks and loads of chatting, we had dinner, which Anju had prepared.

“Di, can I make dinner for all of us tomorrow?” Shraddha asked.

Initially, Anju politely refused. But Shraddha kept pleading like a younger sister, and eventually, Anju relented. After dinner, the ladies went back to the living room to watch the movie they had shortlisted for the evening. I got busy doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

This was a normal practice, as abroad we have to do the household chores ourselves. The concept of a maid is almost non-existent, and the cleaning ladies (as they are called here) are quite expensive.

After I was done, I filled two glasses of red wine. I made green tea for Anju, who always had one before going to sleep. I handed over the green tea to Anju and the glass of wine to Shraddha. I made myself comfortable on a sofa, which was farther from the tele. I started browsing my WhatsApp messages.

As expected, Anju started nodding off halfway through the movie. She would doze off and wake up with a startle when the volume went up abruptly. We both watched her quietly but didn’t make any effort to coax her to go to bed. Eventually, she realised that it was time for her to go to bed.

Moreover, the next day, she had to go to work (something we were desperately looking forward to). She bade us Good Night and asked Shraddha to tell her the story the next day. Shraddha assured her of that. As soon as we heard her reach upstairs and close our bedroom door, I beckoned Shraddha near me.

She got up and tiptoed towards the stairs, to my amusement. I knew Anju would not wake up till morning. Upon convincing herself that the coast was clear, she came back more confidently towards me and sat astride on my lap. With my head buried in her soft chest, we hugged each other.

After a few moments, I raised my face while she lowered hers, and her tongue slithered between my lips. We kept sucking at each other’s lips at a very relaxed pace, and our tongues played quietly between themselves, going from one mouth to another.

My hand had gone up her top and was gently fondling her breasts. By brushing my palm against her nipples, I had managed to make them rock hard. Everything was going on at a very slow pace, and we were relishing each drop of our saliva.

By now, I had pushed her pyjama bottom down, and the round soft mounds of her ass sat comfortably in my palms. I was taking in the sensation of her soft flesh by gently massaging those globes. Eventually, my index finger slid back and forth between the crack and started massaging the anus.

As it ventured further towards her main opening, Shraddha whispered, “Sonu (the nickname she had given me) I want you!” And with that, she raised herself just enough for me to push my shorts down to my knees. As soon as my hard dick stood erect, she sat on it gently and lowered herself slowly.

As she did, she let out a muffled gasp. Once it was in as much as possible, she began riding it up and down. We were now oblivious to everything around us. While she rode my cock, I was trying desperately to cling to her bouncing tits and suck those nipples.

Eventually, when I was on the verge of cumming, I signalled her. She quickened her movement. The moment I pushed her ass upwards, she came off me just before my sperm shot out. Most of my cum got sprayed over her chest and tummy, and some fell over on my thighs.

She brought her chest and tummy closer to my mouth, and I licked her clean. She then did the same for me by licking all the sperm which had fallen over my thighs and groin. She also licked my cock clean. After we were done cleaning each other, I pulled her once again towards me to kiss her.

She held my face and, with a seductive smile, whispered, “After Di goes to work, you can have me as much as you want.”

“And in whatever way I want?” I asked, just like a child trying to bargain with its parents.

She just smiled, and our mouths met once again briefly as I pulled her pyjama over her bums. With this, our warm-up session was over. We quietly climbed the stairs, blew good night kisses and retired to our respective bedrooms.

The next two days were going to be filled with lust. I hope you will join us again while we take you through that journey in our next stories.

Friends, do you and your partner indulge in foreplay and postplay? If so, do write in the comments section or write to us at [email protected] as to what you do.

If we haven’t tried that already, we would love to give it a go. Shraddha and I are both great fans of these sessions. So much so that we both agree that the more you are able to delay the actual act of sex, the more satisfying it is. And post play session allows us to love each other in a far more relaxed manner.