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He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up the pen.I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy.He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. " With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply.
His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert.
I parted my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and around and all over my navel.
He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.
I shifted uncomfortably and brought my thighs together.
He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely. I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted.
He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds. He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before... With my eyes shut and all other senses wide open... The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and increased the pace. Schluk...cluck “He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for breath. His fingers traveled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots. I was wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.
I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and gazed out.
That was a very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip.