We were on the sofa, my lovely wife Akshara on her knees giving me a blowjob, when I asked her if she felt like eating a pizza. She looked up at me, a devilish glint in her eyes, before sliding her mouth off my penis. Licking her lips, she asked me what kind of pizza I had in mind.
"It's been almost a month," I said. "That poor man must have jerked off a thousand times thinking about you."
"Then I shouldn't keep him waiting any longer, should I?"
Akshara moved her hand up and down my member, darting her tongue out to lick every now and then. I sat back and watched her do this, a smile on my face.
"He'll definitely want a blowjob this time," I said. "Are you ready to give him one?"
"I am," Akshara said.
I held her chin and she kissed the tip of my penis.
"Would you do that to him as well? Kiss him like that?"
"Only if you want me to."
"I do."
"Then I'll do this and more. Order the pizza. I'll make sure you cum before they start baking the bread."
My wife is not one to break her promises. By the time I had placed the order, I had blown a full load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed most of it and wiped her chin with the back of her hand to get rid of the rest.
"Now I need to get ready for him," she said. "What do you think I should wear this time?"
"How about a robe? That sheer one you got last year?"
"Oooh. He'll be able to see my nipples through that one."
I reached out and fondled her breasts.
"He does love your nipples. I daresay he'll have it off soon enough so that he can suck on these."
Akshara giggled and pressed my hand harder to her breast. With her other hand, she cupped my cheek.
"I'll also wear the mangalsutra," she said. "He insisted on it the last time. I can't disappoint him."
"No, you most definitely cannot."
In ten minutes, my wife was ready. The robe was a deep magenta but parts of it were transparent in all the right places, not leaving much to the imagination. She tied it around her midriff but didn't pull it tight around her chest, leaving an ample amount of her chest on display, the curves of her breasts forming her deep cleavage and the mangalsutra, that most holy of necklaces that married women wear in India, dangling right in the middle of it.
I grabbed her by the ass and drew her closer to myself.
"You look delicious," I told her. "I want to have you for myself."
"You'll also have me," Akshara said. "Right after he leaves, I'll make you cum in my mouth again. But before that, I need to take care of him."
"Have fun!"
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang and I went to open it. The man was there, as we knew he would be. He had a grin on his face as he hitched up his trousers over his big stomach.
"Hello, sir," he said. "Are you keeping well?"
"I am. What about you, my good man?"
"I've been having sleepless nights, sir. Thinking about your wife all the time, if you don't mind my saying that."
"I don't mind at all. Why don't you come inside?"
The man didn't need to be told twice. He sauntered in and started looking around for a sight of Akshara. There was already a tiny bulge in his trousers. He must have been thinking about her all the way over from the pizza place.
"Akshara!" I said. "Look who's here."
Akshara strutted out into the living room, looking absolutely ravishing in that robe. She placed her hand around her neck.
"Have you missed me as much as I have missed you?" she asked him.
In response, the man walked up to her, held her by the waist, and gave her a kiss, one of those long, wet kisses that leaves lips bruised and dark. Akshara didn't seem surprised by his passion. She kissed him back just as vigorously, taking her tongue out to lick his chapped lips.
After a long time, they parted and Akshara rubbed her nose against his. Her hand went down to caress his erection.
"You're so hard," she said. "Is that for me?"
"Yes, Madam," he said. "I think about you all the time."
"Why don't you guys go over to the sofa?" I said. "You'll be more comfortable."
Akshara kissed him on the cheek and led him to the sofa. He sat down and before Akshara could do anything, reached out and pulled at the sash of her robe. The two sides came undone and her breasts sprang clear as did her bush. Akshara only smiled down at him as if she had expected this all along.
"Have you missed licking my nipples?" she asked him.
"Yes, Madam."
He swooped forward to kiss her breasts but Akshara held him back. She placed a finger on his mouth.
"Wait," she said. "Can I let my husband suck on them for a minute first? That's only fair, isn't it?"
I laughed. The man looked at me and even though he looked disappointed that he would have to wait a little longer, he laughed as well. I went and sat on the single armchair and Akshara sashayed over to me.
"Here, husband," she said. "These are all yours."
I opened my mouth and took first the right and then her left breast into my mouth. Akshara moaned and ran her hand through my hair, pressing me closer to her flesh. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the delivery man was staring at us, his mouth open, a full-blown erection now tenting his trousers. She was a smart one, my wife! She knew how to make a man wait.
I sucked on her breasts for a few more minutes, using my tongue to thoroughly wet them, leaving little bites on the undersides of her areolas. Then, just as I was about to reach and touch her between her legs, she stepped back.
"We have a guest, husband," she said. "I need to look after him too. I can't be a bad wife now, can I?"
"No," I said. "Go to him."
Akshara smiled at me and then turned towards the man. He opened his arms and she walked into his embrace. He smushed his fat face into her breasts, motorboating her until she shrieked.
"You're so impatient!" she said. "Here, open your mouth."
The man obeyed her and Akshara slipped her left nipple into his waiting mouth. He clamped down on it and closed his eyes, sucking away. Akshara moaned again and then looked at me. I grabbed my phone which was nearby and took a quick photo of the scene: my wife, clad in nothing but a flimsy robe, a stranger sucking on her breast, her eyes full of lust as she looked straight into the lens.
"Now the other one," she said.
The man let go of her breast, a wet sucking pop sounding in the air, before mauling on the other one. Akshara bent her head and kissed him on the crown of his head.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked him.
He nodded his head, lips still finding purchase on her breasts. Akshara smoothened the hair that remained over his skull and kissed him again. In response, he raised his hand and inserted a finger into her pussy. My wife gasped.
"Oh," she said.
The man let go of her breast long enough to ask her if she liked that. Akshara sighed.
"Yes," she said. "I love it when your finger is inside me like that."
