Wake me up to make love

I remember clutching to our paisley print blanket, as I felt a hot orgasm build up in my core, distracted ever so slightly by the turning ceiling fan.

Ravi, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

Myself Kritika, from Bangalore. I really got lucky with Ravi - rather we both got lucky with each other. We both have a very healthy and almost insatiable appetite for sex. Well into the fourth year of our arranged marriage, we live comfortably and with gratitude in HSR Layout, Bangalore. Ravi brings in the dough, and I make our home a home. We both like and prefer it that way.

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This blog, I start today, to journal our sexual musings, experiences. I have been looking for a passion project, and maybe this could be the perfect one ;)

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My mind wanders back to last night, Ravi soaking in all my juices like a camel who found an oasis on a Wednesday night. Or was it morning? We were definitely asleep before I rolled over in my sleep and found myself in his arms, his hard-on pressing against my inner thigh.

Finding each other’s body, hot and ready, in the middle of the night, sometimes. Just intense sex.

I began writhing my waist against my husband’s thick black moustache and beard. He knows what that means - to keep going just as he was, I am going to cum any minute.

Suckling at my labia, rhythmically, he moaned. Ravi’s fingers began working their magic on my clit. In a circular motion, he began playing with the building passion between my legs. My fingers pinched my nipples. I was gasping loudly by this time.

Chitra is going to give me such dirty looks tomorrow, haha! She’s my neighbour, around my age (mid-thirties) with a husband and a child who won’t even let her sip tea in peace.

I’m sure she’d love to moan as I was right now. Ravi slid his fingers into my wet cunt - two of them. This is when I clutched my blanket again. I lifted my ankles and rested them on his back - relaxing completely, the only way to cum like a queen.

Ravi sucked and finger-fucked me hard. And fast.

I closed my eyes and exploded under him, squelching. My breathing hard, I let the orgasm wash all over me. After a few moments, I opened my eyes. The cool breeze of the ceiling fan on my cleavage felt good.

Ravi, who watched me cum, slowly towered over me, a gentle and loving smile on his lips. We kissed.

Massaging his hard cock a couple of times, he slid inside me. My taali (mangalsutra) nestled between my breasts; he kissed my neck and slid his tongue around my chain. Holding it in his mouth, he continued fucking me. The bed rocked lightly - the sound of which always made us laugh.

“Chitra!” I whispered to him, giggling.

He got the assignment. Burying his head and sucking my nipple hard, he began fucking me harder now, the bed sliding little by little and groaning with the weight of our heavy love-making at, I think 2:30am?

I love my husband so much.

Locking my ankles behind him, I pulled him as close to me as I could.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring like it was our wedding night :-)

Pulling away only to look into each other’s eyes. I always break eye contact first, the man really makes me blush.

Ravi’s breath was quickening, as he began thrusting harder.

Moaning and breathing as one, he closed his eyes, cumming in me. I felt his warm seed fill me. Ravi shivered in my arms as he collapsed on me, still inside me.

I kissed his forehead. He looked up at me intently. These moments :-)

I like when he doesn’t slide out of me right after we have sex. We stayed with each other for a while.

Slowly, he turned me to my side, spooning me from the back.

Yes, we absolutely love sleeping in our cum-soaked sheets, the sheen of our sweat, and smelling of each other. I pulled Ravi’s arm over my breast and we were snoring before Chitra could fall back sleep, fir sure.

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It’s about 10:45am now, May 1st, and it’s a holiday. And Ravi’s home all day :)