Thirsty for me all night - an interactive Indian erotic short story

A modern Indian interactive erotic short story 💄

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I gazed down lovingly at my husband as he got busy with eating me.

This man has it too easy. We fuck almost every other day.

I smiled as an idea ran through my mind.

I gently pushed him away, making my way into the kitchen.

Ravi, a little perplexed at first, but stayed in the zone, and followed me. Trying to catch me before I could get my glass of water.

“Thirsty, hmmm..??” he nuzzled my neck, spanking my ass as I stretched and filled a glass of water.

Turning towards him, I nodded yes and sipped it slowly.

“So am I…” he said and promptly kissed me, sipping on the water in my mouth.

We let some of it escape down my neck.

Cold water rolled down between my breasts, over them, leaping off my nipples onto the sari that was still somehow draped haphazardly.

Ravi undraped the saree off me as we continued to kiss and drink water. He untied my petticoat in a second and finally, we were both naked.

Bending down, he grazed my clit.. he murmured.. “I am so thirsty for this… been thinking of licking and sucking your pussy all night long, Kriti…

Especially when you were dancing… and your boobs were bouncing… your face flushed with joy… I want to taste you when you’re feeling that way…”

I watched my husband as his mouth vanished between my legs.. I leaned back onto the kitchen counter.

Lifting my left leg up and resting it on the handle close-by, Ravi buried his lips and nose deeper…

His tongue entered me, suckling hard… he rubbed his face into my juices… moaning…

His nose pushed just right into my clit as he slid his middle finger into my cunt.

Followed by the index finger, Ravi hooked my g-spot right where we both wanted it and began to rub me well.

The moment he began doing this, my eyes closed and my head rolled back.

I let him guide me to my first orgasm of the night..

My gasps turned into loud moans as Ravi had me cumming in moments.

He pulled out his fingers, slapping my clit repeatedly, gentle but hard.

I squealed as I held onto his shoulders, knowing fully well what was about to follow next.

My cum squirted out of me, shots spraying out, the kitchen floor wet, as my husband looked up with so much pride in his eyes.

“Fuckkkk… baby…. Ah ah ah ah ah ah..!!” I couldn't stop myself, as I squirted a lot.

This doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, it’s Diwali..

“Get inside me, please” I manage to say.

I let myself come back on Earth… before I can see my husband’s penis throbbing in between us.

“Someone wants attention too”, I smile.

“Let’s fuck in the balcony” we both said simultaneously, and laughed.