I was very surprised looking at myself. Yes, my blouse shoulders were much narrower than before but now they looked great. Due to Rafiq’s tailoring skills my chest exposure had gone up 3x compared to before.
Now except my bra cups being hidden by the blouse, everything was on display. Rafiq placed his chin over my shoulder from behind. He kissed my neck and shoulder.
He asked “so Anita, do you you see what I meant by saying breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy”? I asked “what effect do you think this will have on my husband”?
Rafiq kissed my ears and whispered “the same it is having on me right now”. I seductively asked “what effect is it having on you now Rafiq”? He replied “I cannot describe it… if you are willing then I can give you a full demo”.
I was nearing the peak of my arousal because I had a strong gut feel about his “demo”. So I hoarsely asked “is it going to be better than yesterday Rafiq”?
He ran his tongue from my ear to my shoulder blades and back. He said “yesterday was just the trailer Anita…”. I replied “then I can’t wait to see the full movie Rafiq. Please show it to me…”.
Now his one hand gripped my bare waist harder while he dug his hard manhood grinding into my butt. His other hand cupped my boob squeezing it gently…
He nibbled on my earlobe for a while, he whispered “are you sure about this Anita”. I replied “yessss Rafiq, more than ever”. I knew what I was doing was very wrong.
But after I had bared myself to him fully, after I had let him shave me and eat my cunt too, after I had given him a hand job and taken his cum spray all over my face and body… this was inevitable…
I was miles past the point of no return. My peaking orgasm helped push me past the final barrier of guilt. So I was more than willing to experience sexual bliss for the first time outside my marriage.
Right or wrong did not matter anymore, all that I hoped for now is this better be worth all my sacrifices and hoping this breathes new life into Prakash’s cock making it the stiffest ever.
I turned around and hugged Rafiq lovingly sealing his lips with mine in an orgasmic kiss. Thanks to my sandals and his hard cock throbbing in his pants, my cunt was directly pressed against it.
I wanted this moment to last forever, I was now grinding my hips against his manhood thru our clothes. Rafiq cupped my butt cheeks with his strong palms puling me more into him and that sent my first orgasm crashing thru me.
This was my third orgasm with him and undoubtedly the best. I was now clinging onto to him like my life depended on it. The intense grinding that just transpired between us was strong enough to dislodge my sari from my petticoat.
To be continued….
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