Khushi couldnot get a proper sleep in the night due to her husband's bone cracking hug. She tired to set herself free after her husband slept, but all went in vein as he did not let her move an inch.
It was around 4-4.30 that she finally slept due to the tiredness of the yesterday's event and the guss of emotions and her little break down thinking about her past encounter with Arnav.
**
She fluttered her eyes and woke up around 8 am in the morning and found herself at the corner of the bed. Rubbing her eyes she yawned. For some moments she forgot that Arnav was with her, as her sleep took over her brains and her booting was not completed.
With trembling feet she stood up and went towards the bathroom completely ignoring Arnav who was still sleeping on the bed.
She opened the bathroom door and went in. Still sleepy she opened the water tap and splashed some cold water on her face and looked through the mirror, when she realized she was in the same saree that she was wearing yesterday. She was a little surprised as she never did something like that. She always changed into her night dress before sleeping.
She tried to think hard that why she did not change but her sleep did not allow her to think straight.
She undraped herself and was about to open her blouse when a warm pair of hand pulled her holding her waist sending goosedumps all around her body.
Fortunately unfortunately Khushi did not lock the bathroom door, which has now allowed her husband to enter the bathroom when she was inside. Actually she never locked the bathroom when she started staying in Delhi as Acer was too small, and she did not want to take any risk with her. And that left her a habit of not locking her bathroom door while she in inside.
Khushi gasped feeling him and tried to move but he did not let her move.
Arnav hid his face insider ther hair and let out a husky warm "good morning Khush!" which forced her to close her eyes and feel his closeness Subhah Subhah (in the morning)
Arnav kept on holding her and swaying along with her a little still half asleep. But he liked the feeling of being with her in the morning and feeling her warm cozy form.
In the meantime Khushi was so loft in his warmth that she totally forgot that she was not in her full clothes in front of him and she was also enjoying his morning effect.
After a minute or two Arnav slowly opened his eyes and looked at her cute, messed up morning face with drolly eyes through the mirrior.
He saw her messed kohl and her half erased lipstick adoring her face and she was looking absolutely tempting like that. As if she has just done IT with him and now resting in his arms.
Oh how he wished to do IT with her in the morning. The very thought itself made him look down to her cleavage peeping through her blouse. Unable to control his desire he slid his finger tips from her bare waist towards her swells, feeling which she jerked up and opened her eyes and saw him through the mirror.
He was totally lost in her and her eyes looking at her swells.
A furious blushed crept through her entire cheeks anticipating the next position of his fingers.
His finger still gazed his soft skin on her belly making its way towards its next destination that when Khushi realized their position. Her booting was not fully completed and all thanks to her romantic husband. The moment she realized what they were upto she quickly held his hand and stopped him.
Arnav opened his eyes and met his eyes with her through the mirror and gestured her "What?" through his expressive eyes.
Khushi's grip became stronger and she tried to push his hand but Arnav never let that happen.
"Let me feel you Khushi" he pleaded
"Chodiye humme Arnav ji"
"No" he said in a husky tone.
"Aap humesha aisa nahi kar sakte hai, you just cannot force me". (you cant do this everything)
"Really? And as if you are not participating in what I am doing? Or would you say I am forcing you to participate Khushi?"
Khushi was tongued. She did not know what to answer. No doubt she never initiated but she never failed to participate in his acts.
She tried to dodge his question by saying, "I don't like all these Arnav ji".
Listening to that he just opened the knot of her petticoat (inner skirt) and it dropped down in one go.
Khushi was show shocked by his gestured at she practically trembled and felt weak on her knees.
In one swift motion his hand was inside her panty.
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Khushi threw her back on his chest and
gasped really hard sensing his hand resting on her lower part of the body,
which was yet to make its way towards her already wet core.
"Please arrrnrav ji" she let
out a throaty moan begging him to stop.
He smiled looking at his khushi's state
and took his hand out. Feeling relived at the same time a little disappointed
she tried to make her breathing normal and gulped her desires.
The very next moment she felt him
holding her hand and slowing putting it inside her own panty now making her
very confused with his act.
He placed his fingers exactly on the top
of her same fingers and guided her. With the other hand he opened her panty and
slid it down so that he can get full access to her feminity properly.
He spread her legs with the help of his
foot and locked it by placing his foot on her toes.
With his teeth he opened the knot of her
blouse making it fall apart and then finally opening it with his free hand.
Khushi was not only in her bra and her
panty with was stuck in the mid length of her long legs.
"You don't like this right?"
Arnav teased her in husky tone making her own hand touch her core.
She let out a throaty moan feeling very
shy of what her husband was making her do.
Arnav's mouth was near her ears
whispering sweet nothing and slowing massaging her cl*t with her hands.
Now khushi was as usual totally lost in
his deeds and relaxed her body on him.
Arnav was able to see her each and every
expression through the mirror so he kept on glancing her face everytime he did
something new to see what are the things she liked and he was presently
surprised to see that when his finger travel towards her core she liked that
the most.
He kept on massaging for few more
minutes, holding her in position embracing his waist with the other arm.
Slowing he tapped his middle on her
middle finger making its way towards her entrance. Holding her finger he
started drawing circles around her core making her necture come out so that he
can smoothly enter her finger.
She started gasping frequently now, her
hormones took control over her and she was left with no open but to participate
fully in her husband's act.
She felt his toe widen her legs a bit
more and simultaneously she felt her own finger entering her warm unexplored
area of her own body.
She could feel the skin separating which
her finger made its way inside. Initially she wanted to take it out feeling a
little *eeeu* but her husband never let her do that.
Arnav rubbed his hand over her hand so
that she can do the same inside her c*** and she started doing it by reflex how
her husband was doing over her palm.
She was so damn engrossed in the she did
not realize that when he stopped but she continued stroking inside.
Arnav took that opportunity and started
concentrating her cl*t. He has never seen a woman masturbating in front of him
and the sight was quite arousing for him as well.
The desire totally took over khushi when
they both simultaneously concentrated on her.
"Khushi, you know what arouses the
most?"
"what?" she let out a throaty
question
"When you see your partner getting
satisfied by your acts. It's a treat to watch you so aroused. I swear".
In general situation khushi would have
blushed but right now she totally forgot to blush as she was literally enjoying
what they were doing forgetting everything around her. Forgetting that she was
standing half nude in front of him, forgetting she was letting him aware of her
uncontrolled desire for him.
Without any warning he pushed her finger
inside her along with her.
"aaah!" she cried due to
sudden intervention.
He kissed her cheeks sideways and
continued his sweet torture.
"take you finger out" he
ordered her. And she did.
He continued her expert stroke inside
her bringing her to the edge. Khushi reciprocated by moving her body in sync
with his thrusts.
She remembered their encounter in the
office, when she was about to erupt. It was the same feeling she was having.
Her mind blank
Her breath hitched
She wanted him to stroke few more times,
not knowing why she wanted that
She felt the pool of waves rushing down
her lower part of the body ready to be flooded very soon.
But to her disappointment he took her
finger out of her.
"Arrrnav ji!" she said, her
throat already dried.
He whispered, "You don't like this
don't you?"
Khushi fisted his palm. She was
trembling; she was feeling as if something was yet to be completed.
A little tear dropped from the corner of
her eyes and touched his nose as he was leaning on her cheeks and kissing it.
He felt it and turned her. The next
moment he sat on the floor and spread her legs and in one go he darted his
tongue inside her.
Khushi immediately held his shoulder to
support her weak knees. He stroked his tongue few more time and she gave in.
He could feel her core pulsing furiously
once again around his tongue. She fisting his hair and ordering him to lick
hers, making his entire face rub her furiously.
Seven seconds of continuous numbness
khushi finally collapse looking at her husband's face, which has now trued
totally red due to vigorous rubbing.
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