Ravi made me goon on our vacation - an indian erotic story

Sucking, nibbling, chewing, biting, licking, pinching - an indian erotic story

A modern real married couple Indian erotic story 🌹

I hummed along to the song playing in our car as my husband, Ravi and I drove for a little getaway.

Ravi’s left hand wandered over to my right thigh.. slowly sliding over it, and I went off tune..

We both laughed.

“I’m going to make you sing just like this. And it’s going to be a long song, baby.” 

I laughed even more..

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I fell back on the fresh white cool sheets as Ravi locked the door to our Airbnb after we’d checked in.

I stretched like a cat. I’d driven the first leg of the trip and was pretending like I’d carried the car on my back.

My husband fell beside me, sighing softly.. in a few moments, he turned over towards me. His fingers softly traced my exposed waist. I pulled his head close into my arms.. nestling him under my neck.. 

I inhaled Ravi deeply, so did he.. we lay like that for a little while.. ever so slowly.. Ravi’s lips began kissing my soft boobs.. squished together in front of his face.. 

I began singing.

His lips clasped at my soft skin.. his tongue tracing over it.. he pulled down my top to reveal my yellow lace bra.. my dark brown areoles were clearly visible.. and hungry to be seen.

But Ravi had other plans.. he pinched them hard as he looked into my eyes.. I moaned hard.. 

“Louder, Kriti..” he whispered, as he moved his face back to my breasts and bit my areole. 

My fingers tightened through his hair. 

“Ravi…!” 

He pulled himself over me. Holding down my hands over my head, he traced, with the fingers of his free hand, softly over my cheek.. his gaze held mine.. telling me just how much he wanted me.. his thumb ran over my lower lip roughly.. my breath quivered as my silver nose ring shone against my ruby red lipstick.. It was at this moment that Ravi kissed me hard.. like we hadn’t kissed for days.

I wasn’t expecting our make out to get so hot and heavy so soon, but my husband was making me dance to his tune.. and as he promised, he was making me sing.

Our lips clashed against each other.. noisy, wet.. Ravi’s grip on my wrists got tighter.. while still kissing me, he hooked his finger from his free hand and pulled down my yellow bra strap.. all the way to my elbow, making one breast jiggle out.. 

Continuing to kiss me, his fingers circled around my engorged nipple.. he did this for a while, driving me wild.

“Ravi.. lick it… please…” 

“I know you want me to..”

I smiled at him, defeated. He was leading this orchestra.

We resumed kissing. My leg travelled up his thigh. We were still fully clothed barring my one exposed breast. We noticed the mirror next to the bed and we both laughed looking at our reflection.

We were hot, flushed.

Ravi slowly moved down and licked my nipple (yesss!) watching my expression in the mirror.

He wasn’t disappointed. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy already.

He licked it over and over again.. till it was so big.

He began chewing on it. I freed my arms and instinctively pulled him closer into me. The feeling of my husband chewing my nipple so longingly and lovingly made me fall in love with him.

I could feel his erection press against my inner thigh. As he sucked on my teat, he began dry humping me, and I moved so well with my husband.

His cock pressed hard against my clit, rubbing over and over. The clothes acted as a mysterious layer of lubricant.

Ravi was growling deep as he was lost in quenching his thirst.

I looked at our bodies, and saw Ravi's eyes closed in concentration and devotion.

The heat in me just went up a few notches at that sight.

I managed to whisper, “please don’t stop..”

A few moments later, he slowly smiled naughtily. “We have all the time, baby…”

Saying this, he sighed softly, kissed my nipple one last time, slipped up my bra and top, and slowly got off me.

He undressed himself as I watched him. Off came his shirt and trousers. His boxers followed momentarily as I gasped when his dick bounced out to greet me. I bit my lower lip hard to stop myself from almost cumming…!

Once he was fully naked, he slowly pulled off my leggings, making sure to drag my panty along with it too. My long slender legs went on for days until they met at my thick black bush.

Ravi ran his hands down the length of my calves and thighs, coming to a rest right above my clit.

“So warm.. mmhhh…” he said seriously, intensely..

It fed the good wife in me, with whom her husband was happy. 

He massaged his fingers through my bush slowly. Gathering my waist in his arms, he lifted me up to sit in front of his standing form.

Smoothly lifting off my top, he tossed it onto the floor.

My hands roamed over his stomach.. his butt.. crawling up to his soft, hairy chest.. I looked up like a wantonly kitten.

Ravi slipped off my straps and bent forward to unhook my bra.

My bra fell onto my lap. My breasts spilled free. 

The moment both of us were naked, I hugged Ravi. My head nested on his stomach, rubbing my cheek slowly against his skin.

I inhaled the scent of my husband. Moving my face, I kissed his stomach. Many times, everywhere.

Ravi's fingers buried in my thick black soft curly hair.

I moved lower, kissing the base of his cock, slowly making my way up its rock hard length. 

Now it was my husband’s turn to sing…

I played him so well. Starting off with a bang, I took his dick into my mouth deep from the get go. 

“Mercy for nobody, baby…” I said throatily as I blew my husband. I popped the tip of his dick out of my lips with a loud popping sound over and over again. I was really enjoying myself. The control I had over my husband right now was / is / and will always be the most I will ever have as a woman, as he does on me with his tongue inside me.

I spread my legs and tossed my hair to the side and got down to business. Sucking his balls slowly, one by one. I watched as I gooned Ravi, his hands holding my hair back in a ponytail like a good boy.

My saliva dribbled down my chin as I took my husband's cock deep.

Unable to handle it anymore longer, Ravi pushed me back into the bed and knelt enough to rub his slick cock along my slit. 

I gasped at how he had turned the tables, and loved every bit of it.

“Baby…ahhhh….no…mmhhhh… fuck that feels so good, Ravi…” I oscillated between pleasure and madness with every stroke of Ravi’s cock along my slit.. And he hadn’t even entered me yet.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mhhhmmmm..” I managed..

“Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes…. please…” I whispered… lovingly clawing his chest..

In the next moment, Ravi pulled away, not touching me anymore..

I lay there breathing hard, my eyes closed, as my building orgasm subsided slowly…

I knew when we both came, it would be explosive. And this pain of almost cumming but now will be worth it.

I could also see the longing on Ravi’s face. He was feeling the same ache as I was, and not doing a great job at hiding it either.

He leaned over me, and kissed me, whispering, “Tonight…”

Fuck…!

I think I can understand why guys are into gooning; it’s a great way to prolong your orgasm, especially since they are limited, so to speak. But that’s not the case with me. I am a woman blessed with multiple orgasms. Then why am I beginning to enjoy it so much?

We got dressed, ordered beer, and sprawled on the balcony overlooking the hills.

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