In less than two minutes, I shot a big load of sperm into Narges’s inviting mouth. She knew that she had to swallow every drop of my spunk before she could expect me to take my dick out of her mouth. I continued my in and out motion causing the last vestiges of my seed to dribble into her mouth. Her furious sucking cleaned out the last milky white drop and she let all of it go down her throat.
I pulled my dick out of Narges’s mouth and stopped when it was just in front of her face. I looked at her with an evil grin and said, “Clean it off, soniye, and don’t leave a speck of anything on it.”
Narges quickly started to lick my dick to clean off any remaining traces of my orgasm. She pushed back the foreskin skin of my circumcised dick and used her tongue to clean the area under that protective skin. She deep throated me a couple of times and finally felt that she cleaned off every bit of the mess from my orgasm.
“Good!” I helped her up to her feet and whispered to her ears. “Now go outside and kiss your husband a nice, warm, salty welcome!”
Her mouth filled with my cum, Narges wrapped the pallu around her shoulders and walked outside the house. Fateh had just managed redo his lungi before she discovered him.
“Why, husband, you are back home!”
“Yes, dear…. I …. was….” Fateh mumbled. Narges threw her arms around him as if she was elated to see him, surprising Fateh. He could see a bit of white cum between his wife’s lips. Narges kissed him deeply, forcing her sperm filled tongue into his mouth, in full view of all the neighbors. Fateh could taste the residue of my cum and smell his own wife’s cunt juices as they permeated through the air.
“My… dear… I” Fateh gasped as Narges let him go. She turned and walked back in without a word, and Fateh followed her in, carrying the produce he had bought from the marketplace. Soon, we were sitting on the floor and enjoying a delicious breakfast of puris, idli, beef, omelet and tea.
“Fateh,” I spoke to Narges’s husband between mouthfuls. “I have been thinking of gifting your wife some furniture. What do you think?”
“Furniture?” His eyes went big. “Clearly you are very rich and generous, sahib.”
“Yes. I have been thinking of getting you a dining table today, with some chairs, so we can sit and eat our meals. And also, a sofa set for your living room. What do you think?”
Clearly Fateh was over the moon. Even if he didn’t like the furniture, he knew he could always get rid of it for more money to pay off his debts. He clearly liked my proposal and thanked me profusely.
“Don’t thank me, it’s for my baby.” I turned to Narges who had just entered the room with my tea and had listened in on the conversation. “What do you think, randi?”
Here was I, in his house, eating his food and insulting his wife by calling her a randi(a prostitute), and all Fateh could think of was his furniture.
Narges mulled it over. “Is it needed Sarun, you are already so generous with me, having given me so much happiness last night by just being here.”