Bharti closed her thighs, squeezing Neha’s head in excitement while Neha slapped her pussy hard to make her spread her legs apart. Neha kissed her groins and bit her inner thighs, making Bharti squeal like a bitch.
Neha finally pushed her fingers inside, parting the vaginal lining along the way. The tongue followed suit, pushing and slithering inside like a snake.
Bharti caught the bedsheet with all her might, but her body still wouldn’t stop shivering. Time seemed to have stopped for her as she was completely lost inside the beautiful maze of lust.
Her mind reacted differently than ever before, releasing dopamine in abundance. She felt alive and happy as her pussy continued getting attention and love from Neha.
Neha rattled Bharti using her fingers and tongue, making Bharti her slave in the process. Bharti’s desperation was evident from her loud moans and leaking pussy.
Soon she hit her g-spot, and Bharti’s pussy felt the same unusual pleasure making it pulsate and squeeze itself. It was slowly gearing up one more time for an explosion. Neha felt the pulse and increased the invasion. Two fingers quickly multiplied to four as the pussy was stretched to the max.
Not an ounce of energy was left inside Bharti, yet she continued moaning. Suddenly the fingers disappeared, and Bharti felt a unique rub over her pussy and felt Neha holding one of her thighs.
She opened her eyes feebly to see Neha rubbing her pussy over Bharti’s. Neha held one leg of Bharti and scissored herself in between, allowing their vaginas to meet.
Bharti felt weird, but soon both felt their soft vaginal skin rubbing against each other. Their urethras touched while their wet vaginas rubbed continuously, creating friction like never before.
They moaned in unison, moving their hips and rubbing their cunts deeper into each other. Both their breasts shook and juggled. Bharti’s mangalsutra bounced on her body.
Bharti felt her orgasm building again without penetration and felt surprised. The horny wives kept rubbing their sex-deprived vaginas until Bharti felt a strange tingling sensation inside her pussy.
Her pussy walls gaped and pulsated before exploding into a gushing cum. She squirted her juices all over Neha’s pussy.
Bharti dropped on the bed, panting lifelessly while her juices drenched Neha’s crotch along with hers and dripped down on the bed, wetting it. Both kept panting, which felt like an eternity, as they found it difficult to move.
Neha freed herself from Bharti’s legs and bent forward to kiss her. Bharti was parched but had no energy left inside her to move. Neha noticed and climbed from the bed to get the water bottle.
But before giving the bottle to Bharti, she bent forward and kissed her. Then she held her mouth open and spat inside. Bharti was shocked, but Neha ordered, “Swallow it.” Bharti gulped Neha’s spit like a slut. Neha patted her cheeks and said, “Good slut.” She passed the bottle of water and went out.
Bharti’s thirst was quenched by the spit, making her curse Neha smilingly. She quenched her thirst and observed the mess around. The bed had a big patch of wetness from her squirt, but she had no intention of cleaning it then.
Neha returned with her nightgown and took out the pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, she threw the gown on the floor and settled on the bed with her partner in crime.
They discussed and shared their views on marriage, life, and sex when Neha asked Bharti, “Who is a husband? Is it he who marries a woman, lives with her under one roof, and yet fails to satiate her? Or is it he who fulfils her deepest darkest desires whenever he takes her to bed?.”
Bharti went into a pensive mood and thought about Neha’s coitus with the stranger. It felt right to her. “Neha’s husband left his wife to look after herself alone in a different country. Why did he marry her if he had to stay away from her?” Bharti thought to herself.
But her husband was staying with her, which made her reconsider sleeping with another man. But sleeping with a woman was fine. She thought. They had lunch together naked and retired to bed, fondling each other.
