Reclaiming Rituals for My Hotwife

I was waiting for my wife in my car. After all her kinky shenanigans, she prefers going back home. Today she was robbing two of her virtual fuck buddies of their virginity in a cinema hall. Both of them were 50 and virgin, and she found it cute. The 3 of them had planned a throuple date in the cinema hall.

After a while, I saw her walking towards me, accompanied by 2 men. It seems like her body. She looked tired. It must have been a wild ride, I guess. I got out of the car and rushed towards my wife. I took her in my arms and thanked the two men, who nodded back. It must have been weird, a husband greeting his wife's fuck buddies for the night. Ah, well, I will let them think about it.

I carried my wife and helped her get in the car. Then I started driving back home. Suddenly my wife started crying. This wasn't new. She often has mood swings after a big orgasmic high. She started blaming herself and calling herself names.

"I am a slut. What am I doing? You must be hating me no, darling."

I want to hold her hands and assure her that I am as much on this as she is. And no is at fault. It's a kink we collectively decided to follow. The fact that we come back to each other after every 'wild adventure' is a testament that our bond is deeper than ever, defying every traditional notion about marriage. Our is a weird but special bond.

I want to tell her all this, but I know for a fact that all these would fall on deaf ears. She would keep blaming, and I was just pretending to keep her from getting hurt. So instead of words, I wait for my actions to let them speak for themselves.

We reach home. I quickly park the car and then carry my exhausted wife in my arms in a princess carry. I take her to our special room that we have reserved for our extra-kinky activities. I make her comfortably sit on the couch and then kneel down on the floor in front of her knees. I tried to spread her legs, but she resists. So I fall back and just stare into her eyes, and she slowly lets go. I hold her saree and petticoat and slowly lift them up along her legs and then her thighs. I find her Panties struck halfway on her thighs. Ever since I mentioned that half-pulled panties struck halfway along the thighs turned me on, she does it every time. After sex, she would wear her panties till her thighs as a souvenir for me.

I slid the panties down her legs and off her feet and then put them on my head like a mask. That makes her chuckle a little. Nice, its working. Her mood is slowly getting lighter. Then I get up to take a look between her legs. And knowing her, she would now be turning her head away, embarrassed that I am looking at the cumshed in the aftermath of her wild night. She starts giving excuses, but I ignore them as I start to survey the kink scene. I see the cum dried on her thighs, leading towards her vagina and ass, which might still be dripping.

I stick out my tongue and stick my tongue against the dried trails of cum on soft thighs. I push my tongue into her soft thighs, making those cums stains moist. I hear her gasp. Then I slowly drag my tongue up her thigh towards her crotch, cleaning the trail of cum. I do the same for other legs. Finally, I hear her soft moans.

I picked the saree and petticoat in front of my face and flung them up over my head, clearing my path. My wife puts her hands on my head and puts up a weak protest.

"You dont need to do that, hone- aah"

She stops probably feeling betrayed by her moans. She hands move and then wrap around my head and feel the weight of her head on mine. I feel her chin slowly massage my head before I feel her lips planting a kiss on my head. She always buries her face like this before I am about to explore her kink scenery, probably embarrassed, that I would discover her kinky shenanigans. But she forgets; I have been her witness to a lot more shenanigans and probably wished for her to get wilder.

So I slowly sweep along the linings of her pussycat, cleaning her up. And also to soothe her sore skin with the wetness of my tongue. I move my tongue in shrinking concentric circles as I probe deep into her vagina. Once I am deep enough, I try to sweep out all the cum into my mouth with my tongue. I feel her arms squeeze around me more.

She is probably embarrassed to admit that she craves this. She wants me to wash it all away and accept her back as my wife. Forgetting that I never rejected her in the first place. It takes me some turns to clean her pussy and then I probe her ass. She loses her grip and starts moaning. Another sign that her mood lightened.

While an outside observer looking at me might say, I must like the taste of cum. They are wrong, though. I am not tasting the cum. I am tasting my wife's pussy, and it will be the best thing ever, be it clean and dry or soaked wet in cum.

And for some reason, she knew when I was done cleaning. She lifts her head, her arms unwrap. Next I feel her grab my head by my hair and pull me out from under her saree and petticoat and yank my head back. Before I could see the ceiling, it got eclipsed as she started smooching me. She bites and pulls my tongue out and starts sucking it. And we indulge in cum-swap. It goes back and forth. Finally, she swallows some of it and makes me swallow some of it. And as our lips part, thin strands of cum and saliva join our lips. We look at each other, and her smile returns. She leans and jumps at me to hug me. I catch her and then try to stand. Her arms and legs coil around my neck and hips. She tightly coils one around my neck and lets go of the other arms. She then slides that free hand in the tight space between our bodies and races towards my crotch. She frantically tried to get my cock out, probably to return the favor.

But it was never a favor. It was a collective decision we took. And so I grab my hand and pull it out and make it wrap around my neck once more. I place my palm below her ass cheeks and push her up. I unzip my cock, which is rock hard. And I make her sit on my erect rod, with her ass checks hanging on either side. She had enough action for the night; now she needs to rest. I try to tell her with my eyes. And she nods as she rests her head on my shoulder.

I carry her to the bathroom, which I had prepared for her. I slowly let her down in the tub filled with warm water. She finally settles down and begins to relax. I undress her in the tub and let the warm water relax her. Then I get inside the tub. It takes us a moment for both of us to adjust. Finally, I go under her. She sleeps on top of my body. I hug her from behind and kiss her shoulders. She then turns for a kiss, and we lock our lips once more. I slowly massage her body with both hands and legs as we both relax in the water sometimes.

After the warm bath, we take a quick shower. She grips the clothes hanger and stands against the wall under the shower. I lick all over her body, ensuring it's clean. I look for hickeys and slowly massage my tongue around them to relieve her of any soreness. I clean all of her curves and crevices, her armpits, and her feet. She wants to do the same for me, but I know she is too tired for that.

After that, we dry each other and put on our night dresses. She snuggles into the bed and waits for me. As I get in bed and lie next to her, she turns sideways. Her back is facing me. She snuggles herself into my body into a cozy spoon. She takes my hand and puts it over her belly.

She then turns towards me and teases me as she grinds her ass against my crotch. When I don't respond back, she makes a face. Then she reaches out to my crotch from between her legs. and pulls my cock out. They grow in her hand. But before I can say anything, she just sandwiches it between her thighs and slides it just under her crotch and then goes to sleep. I put my head in between her neck and slept along with her.