I
am helplessly, and hopelessly, in love with my husband. He is life itself for
me. But my wretched excuse of a life partner is a lying bastard. Nonetheless,
he is a skilled lover.
Just a touch and I melt all through. I feel all
my self-will and restraint thawing away like ice from the sun whenever he
touches me.
Things were no different the other day when I followed
him to this hotel where he screwed his secretary senselessly. I watched the
whole shenanigans throw high powered binocs I had acquired through a friend of
mine who works in the military.
That evening I waited for Tariq to come home and
lie through his teeth about his afternoon tryst. Well, I got what I expected. Deny!
Deny! Deny! Isn’t that the international anthem all men sing when they
are confronted about their lying ways?
Tariq, all innocent over his youthful face for a
forty-year-old, was all apologies when I confronted him with photographic evidence.
For the umpteenth time in our sensuously passionate marriage we made up and had
crazy sex that made me feel that I had not yet had Tariq’s best.
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I felt my vulva unfurl like a flower and Tariq’s
penis fill completely. I lifted my hips up to show Tariq how hungry my cunt was
for his maleness that had seriously fucked another woman so hard that I was
pink with overuse (and definitely not to pee). I could feel my pulsating and
gaping hole exposed calling Tariq to feast on it. Up went my thighs and rested my
legs on his shoulders as he plunged deep into me forcefully. I felt the length
of his rock hard cock all the better and for an instant I was jealous of the
joy his stick gave his secretary as I surveilled on them.
I lost myself into the moment and reached behind
him to stroke his butt as he rhythmically drove into me. Then, something that
had never happened to me did. I felt all juices in my body trickle from
wherever they were held and flow, like a river, to the base of my womanhood. They
drenched and soaked every fibre of my being then begun to rise up my spine
heightening the pleasure and satisfaction I was feeling.
Before Tariq started panting in orgasmic trance, a
torch lit in me and illuminated the darkest recesses of my being that had been
forever barred from getting any light in my lifetime as the juices trickled to
them. my body felt like a delta entering an ocean of unknown waters.
Tariq awakened the Kundalini in me, and we were not
even started.
Copyright ©Rati Yue, 2013
