Not an ounce of energy was left inside Bharti, yet she continued moaning. Suddenly the fingers disappeared, and Bharti felt a unique rub over her pussy and felt Neha holding one of her thighs.
She opened her eyes feebly to see Neha rubbing her pussy over Bharti’s. Neha held one leg of Bharti and scissored herself in between, allowing their vaginas to meet.
Bharti felt weird, but soon both felt their soft vaginal skin rubbing against each other. Their urethras touched while their wet vaginas rubbed continuously, creating friction like never before.
They moaned in unison, moving their hips and rubbing their cunts deeper into each other. Both their breasts shook and juggled. Bharti’s mangalsutra bounced on her body.
Bharti felt her orgasm building again without penetration and felt surprised. The horny wives kept rubbing their sex-deprived vaginas until Bharti felt a strange tingling sensation inside her pussy.
Her pussy walls gaped and pulsated before exploding into a gushing cum. She squirted her juices all over Neha’s pussy.
Bharti dropped on the bed, panting lifelessly while her juices drenched Neha’s crotch along with hers and dripped down on the bed, wetting it. Both kept panting, which felt like an eternity, as they found it difficult to move.
Neha freed herself from Bharti’s legs and bent forward to kiss her. Bharti was parched but had no energy left inside her to move. Neha noticed and climbed from the bed to get the water bottle.
But before giving the bottle to Bharti, she bent forward and kissed her. Then she held her mouth open and spat inside. Bharti was shocked, but Neha ordered, “Swallow it.” Bharti gulped Neha’s spit like a slut. Neha patted her cheeks and said, “Good slut.” She passed the bottle of water and went out.
Bharti’s thirst was quenched by the spit, making her curse Neha smilingly. She quenched her thirst and observed the mess around. The bed had a big patch of wetness from her squirt, but she had no intention of cleaning it then.
Neha returned with her nightgown and took out the pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, she threw the gown on the floor and settled on the bed with her partner in crime.
They discussed and shared their views on marriage, life, and sex when Neha asked Bharti, “Who is a husband? Is it he who marries a woman, lives with her under one roof, and yet fails to satiate her? Or is it he who fulfils her deepest darkest desires whenever he takes her to bed?.”
Bharti went into a pensive mood and thought about Neha’s coitus with the stranger. It felt right to her. “Neha’s husband left his wife to look after herself alone in a different country. Why did he marry her if he had to stay away from her?” Bharti thought to herself.
But her husband was staying with her, which made her reconsider sleeping with another man. But sleeping with a woman was fine. She thought. They had lunch together naked and retired to bed, fondling each other.
Before Arvind arrived, Bharti made Neha leave after kissing her and promising she would visit her at night. She dried the wet mattress with the hair dryer. The house was back to normal, but was she?