New flat and a newer cock

I was getting ready in a rush as Aman, my fiancé, was coming to pick me up. We were going to visit our home, where we would be living. Aman is a handsome man, and I had already fallen for him. I wore a tight floral suit with a deep neckline that would highlight my deep cleavage and black leggings that fit right on my curves. I am tall, 5’7″, and my figure was 34-28-36 back then. I wanted to keep him seduced but also look like a traditional, respectable woman, so I took a dupatta as well.

Aman arrived and honked; I rushed, and we drove to Gurugram, where he had bought an apartment. The highways were deserted back then, but the society was very posh, and we had a beautiful tower. We both went to our tower, and he unlocked the door for me.

The flat was beautiful. He had also decorated it with balloons and flowers for me, as I was visiting for the first time in my new home. He was so considerate and romantic before marriage; I was wishing he would never change. He showed me the entire house; it was all furnished with many things, like wardrobes and mattresses. They were still packed to avoid getting dirty. We unpacked a sofa so that we could sit there ourselves.

I said, “It’s so lovely; I love this house and your taste.” Aman replied, “My taste is good, isn’t it? That’s why I chose you,” and he came closer. But I was in the mood to tease him. I rushed to the kitchen and started looking at appliances and cupboards, etc. He followed me; I knew he wanted to hold me and kiss me, but I was teasing him a little.

I said, “Hey, look at the view of the city from our living room’s windows,” and I stood beside the large glass window, seeing the city lights as it was getting darker in the evening. Aman was getting naughty now; he came and grabbed my waist from behind while I was looking out of the window.

Aman asked, “Do you like it?” as he was busy feeling my flat tummy, rubbing his warm hands on me. I was loving his touch, but I was unsure if it was right. However, Aman was restless.

I replied, “It’s beautiful; I am happy.” I looked towards him and smiled. Aman took the opportunity and covered my lips with his and smooched me, while his hands now slid from my tummy to my boobs. He started fondling them vigorously. We had met many times before and after our engagement, and he usually hugged and kissed me. But today, he was in a quite different mood. I didn’t know what to do. But his manly touch after many years of my breakup with my ex was driving me crazy. I also turned towards him and hugged him tightly.

Aman grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. I had never seen this hungry side of my fiancé; I only imagined this for our wedding night, and this was happening in real life before marriage in our own flat. It was so exciting. His moves and his stubble roughing up my body were already making me wet. I held his face and kissed his face and hid him in my breast. Aman moved his hands down to my ass cheeks over my leggings and was feeling my smooth, toned thighs over my clothes. While I was squeezing his face between my breasts, his hands naughtily slipped into my leggings and pulled them down. His fingers started to play with my new panty, which was soaking wet now.

I thought, “OMG, he knows now how much I am craving for him.” I gathered some courage and pulled and took off his T-shirt. He had a good muscular body with some manly hairs on his chest. He guided me and made me sit on the sofa and took off my leggings completely. He looked into my eyes naughtily and got between my thighs.

His beard was rubbing my silky, soft thighs. I tried to close my legs, but he was adamant and pulled them apart. He wanted to taste the sweet spot that was soaking wet on my black, silky panty. He pulled me, and dug his face in my crotch, and started to sniff my pussy and run his tongue up and down over the wet panty. I couldn’t resist even if I had tried. I got so excited with his breath on my pussy, and I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper into my pussy. He slid my panty with his tongue and started poking it in and out of my hole. I started to juice for my fiancé.

I took off my kurta and squeezed my boobs. Aman looked at me from down under as I was touching myself and chewed my clit with his lips. I was moaning for him. He started rubbing his fingers on my cunt lips and slowly started fingering me. I was not ready for that, and a shriek slipped out of my mouth.

I leaned, and Aman looked at me; I grabbed Aman’s face and smooched him. Aman shoved his tongue in my mouth and rolled his tongue in my mouth. I reciprocated the same. We hugged each other tight; his chest was crushing my boobs, and I pressed him harder against me, as I was longing for this for so long. We hugged and fell upon the sofa. Aman came over me and was sucking my lips and gradually went down to my neck and to my boobs. He squeezed my boobs, and my boobs jumped out of my silky bra. He pinched my nipples and started sucking them. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Aman started sucking my nipples while fondling them. I was in cloud nine, moaning and shaking my head in pleasure. I held my side boobs and pushed my boobs for him. I whispered in his ear, “Fill me up, na!” I literally begged for his cock. Aman looked at me and gave a naughty smile; he looked so handsome in his wild avatar.

He grabbed me by my waist and was kissing my neck, cheeks, and cleavage. The touch of his cock’s head sent shivers down my spine. I grabbed his strong forearms. With a deep breath, he shoved his cock in my wet, juicy pussy, which was craving for this now. He grabbed my waist and was fondling it and pumping in my pussy. I was feeling his tight cock in my pussy, and it was tearing it inch by inch.

Aman held my wrists and pinned both my hands on top of my head. I was laying helpless in front of him, and he was enjoying my body. I could see immense lust in his eyes. I felt shy and closed my eyes and let him enjoy what he owned. My cheeks were red, and my body was oozing sex; Aman got faster and pumped me harder.

He pulled his cock out; I think it was because he was about to cum and not wearing a rubber. He asked me to clean it. I grabbed my panty and cleaned my juices off his cock. But he insisted I sit on my knees and do it. As I got on my knees, he rubbed his cock on my lips; it smelled odd – neither bad nor good. But I had never sucked before. Nonetheless, he was standing right in front of me, holding my cheeks in his hand, and started rubbing it on my lips harder. His dick was rubbing on my teeth. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his entire 6.5″ in my mouth. He grabbed my cheeks and started fucking my mouth. It was jamming my throat, but I somewhat liked being treated like a whore by him.

I came over him, and grabbed his dick, and guided it inside me. I sat on it slowly in a cowgirl position. I kept my palms on his muscular chest and started jumping on his hard cock. Aman said, “Ahhh, ahhhh, baby, faster, I love you.” I heard “I love you” from him many times, but this was very special. So, I smiled and increased my pace.

I was holding and fucking him, faster. Aman was very hot now; I could feel him growing and thumping inside me. Aman was moaning aloud. I rubbed my panties on his lips, and he opened his mouth. So, I shoved it in. He got excited and gripped my thighs and started matching his thrusts with mine.

It was such a hot moment. I was jumping on his cock shamelessly now, like a whore, and he was fucking me mercilessly. We both were sweaty and hot. We kept fucking each other for at least 10 minutes.

Aman said, “Ahhh, fuck it, I am gonna cum. Get into doggy position.” I was shocked to hear this tone and excited as well. I always had a naughty thought. So, I grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen beside that room. I always had the fantasy that my husband would fuck me on the kitchen table. I kept my hands on the kitchen counter and protruded my ass to lure my hubby. Aman got crazy; he sat down on his knees and started licking my pussy like a little puppy. He tried to spread my ass but couldn’t. So, he slapped my thighs to make space.

I lifted my tight leg and put it on the counter. Now my ass was all wide open for him. He made his tongue pointed and started to fuck my asshole with his tongue. It was so exciting; I totally lost it.

He then stood up and pushed me on the counter. My boobs were against the slab, and my hot, sweaty nipples were now crushed against the cold stone of the counter. Aman put a condom on his cock and rubbed his thick, fat cock now on my pussy. My pussy was oozing juices now, and with a little thrust, his cock went in. It was a different experience with the condom in this position. His fat cock was stretching my tight pussy, and as he pumped me, I got pleasure waves in my body.

I was so hot; I was not in my senses. I crashed on the counter, and he was fucking my pussy from behind. I was enjoying his cock and matching my rhythm with his strokes. He clutched my hairs in his hand like a pony and started pumping me harder. He was slapping my ass cheeks, which went from white to red with a few slaps. As he slapped my ass cheeks hard, I turned and looked at him; he put two fingers in my mouth and kept on fucking without bothering to slow down.

I didn’t utter a word; I was not going to break the moment, and I just wanted to enjoy. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them like no tomorrow. He gave some strong jerks and almost touched my belly button from within. He grabbed me by my hairs and pulled me down. He slapped his cum-filled dick on my face. I grabbed it and took off the condom. As I tried to clean it with my hands, Aman said, “Nahi… muh me lo, aise hi. Clean it with your tongue.”

I hesitated, but he insisted. And with his thumb, he opened my mouth and put it in my mouth. He started pumping, so a few more drops were ejaculated in my mouth. Aman said, “Ahhh, you will do this every day… and every night after marriage. OK?” I, with his cock in my mouth, kept on sucking it and cleaning it.

Now, I am prohibited from spitting his cum; every single time we make out, he makes me swallow every single drop of it. Now, as a submissive wife, I like its taste and him controlling me, my mind, and my body.

Hit me up at [email protected] if you’re into this kind of thing – ladies only. By the way, I’m a 32-year-old dude.