For years I have been pestering her to see the true sexiness and utter horniness of sharing her with someone. At times we are screwing , just talking of the sexual events of her college years would make her cunt irresistibly wet, her orgasm more intense, a thin stream of cum erupting from her pussy as I withdrew to slam into her again and again. Yet she never relented, never allowing the bedroom sex deviation to enter into the cold light of reality. Except this one night, it is something that we have never discussed, as if it never happened. So silent is this sliver of time that sometimes I think it is me who imagined it, but I know it is true, her sticky cunt, the semen on her breasts and the intense pleasure we felt can never be imagined.
It was a lazy Friday, the heat of August had begun to taper off, the yearly monsoon season was bringing cool winds and patchy clouds to our normally featureless sky. We sat on the balcony enjoying the view and cooling breeze. The table had the usual ice bucket and it's compatriots for an evening of drinks. Maybe a friend would drop by, maybe a few. My wife had showered, wearing the style of clothes that make my eyes wander all over her curves, eyeing her breasts, looking for a hint of dusky nipple showing through her delicate bra and billowy top. Her white linen pants showed her panty, just. The hint of purple knickers drove me wild. She was scented with Channel, Coco nonetheless. She was the epitome of demure sexiness, totally alluring.
My wife is a good Muslim girl, but she can be so much more than that. She can be a tigress, with the sexiness that only far more experienced women show. White men, particularly European men tap into her horniness, In college there were many who were vying to fuck her dark cunt, one may have even penetrated her religious and cultural limits, making her cross the invisible line between good girl and bad girl. In tears she has orgasm after orgasm narrating how she wouldn't let him slip his finger from the side or her panty into her dripping wet cunt. While I pound away like a man possessed. I do not know why it is that I want to share my wife, I am not gay, a few other writers on literotica have identified much of what I feel, but to tap into this dark desire of mine is something I must do. In a country like Pakistan however, the cross roads of the wild wild east it seems impossible, people here largely lack the maturity to accept such a kink in themselves or others, so I am a closet wife sharing fiend locked away.
Anyway, coming back to that fateful and erotic night, my wife was looking awesome, her dark blue gypsy top showed her cleavage, that was encased in a lacy and sheer blue bra, you could make out the swell of each breast and if the back light was right, a plum dark nipple was visible, her nipples got darker when erect and become even more visible to a determined gazer like me. Her linen pants hugged her wide butt, showing the curve of each cheek, highlighted by her chalky purple panties, CK no less.
The radio was on, listening to our favourite retro music program. She swirled her glass, the dewy condensation dripping into the floor. Her hand had a cigarette, she smoked and took a slow long sip of her highball glass, enjoying the fresh feeling of coming out of the shower and relaxing outside. She eased back, allowing the top to open a bit from the centre, the round of her breast showing. She looked smug and very sexy. Her lips were a deep maroon, her face made up with the lightest of makeup, she really didn't need any. Time passed with us in deep conversation. my cock was awake, each time i glanced at her, my mind would think erotic thoughts of disrobing her and burying my face into her pussy. Watching her was divine pleasure within herself.
There have been times in the middle of the monsoon rain we would screw like jack rabbits on the roof in the rain, the drops beating down on her breasts as I shoved by dick into her slippery cunt. My wife can be a temptress, taking my cock into her mouth while I have been driving down the dark streets of Karachi, allowing me even to let my cum stream into her mouth.
By now we were pretty buzzed, the alcohol had made us limber and brought down our inhibitions, my wife was languid and looking even sexier by the minute, our conversation gravitated towards sex and by sitting next to her I could stroke her right nipple to attention. just as I was doing this, there was a squeak from the screen door as it opened, it seems our male friend had walked in at the most inopportune of moments. We invited him in pretending that nothing was happening, yet her erect nipples belied the situation. Our friend sat across from, the backlight was having a marvelous effect, showing the roundness of my wife's breasts. Alia got up to mix a drink for our friend, she bent low, allowing her top to fall forward, showing her lacy bra encased breasts. She sure knew how to get attention. Our friend was a stumbling man in front of my sexy wife, I knew he desperately wanted to fuck her or even touch her, I enjoyed the torture she put him through and how she drove me wild.
