She closed her legs and said that’s enough; she told me that she needed to wear a panty today, at least till we reach the beach, and I accepted it. After going to the beach, she never removed her pants; she just forgot, and even when I reminded her, she just didn’t.
When we went to another place after the beach, she asked me what happened when she passed out and if I had yelled at him or done something bad. I told her exactly what happened, every single detail, and she saw my dick getting hard by this; she didn’t humiliate me this time, just continued listening to me talk about what happened.
She kissed me on the cheek and said thanks for supporting me for this and not taking this in a bad way. I was actually thinking about round two now; I wanted to see that again and again. It was really funny how she was laughing when she had sex with me, but when it came to him, she never stopped crying and squirting. It was a complete 180° switch.
After this, she got a call, looked fumbling, got up from her seat, and went outside to talk. I wanted to listen, but I respected the privacy part because I do it more often, and I hate when people ask, “What am I talking about?” She looked very strange and she was very concerned. She came back, fumbling her words, but sitting with me. I asked her who that was. She said it was Kabir, and he called on his phone from her phone to get her number, and he wanted to meet again. I was not ready yet, and I was feeling a bit of guilt as well. But I asked her if she wanted to do it again, and I told her I would love to see them again. She looked at me, and with watery eyes she said yes; she was ashamed, so she never dared to look me in the eyes again.
I asked her if she wanted to do it today or tomorrow, and I told her that it would be nice to do it tomorrow as we were leaving the next day. She gave him a call and told him that it would be good tomorrow. And at last, she said thank you and cut the call. I was now excited to see them again. It was a great day; all day I was thinking about them, and at night, she gave me a hand.
The next day, Kabir came in the afternoon itself; they started doing it; I sat on the sofa, and they both started kissing each other. It took them no time to be in bed, and this time, it was way more sexier, because she had her jewellery on her. Seeing her fully naked with only a mangalsutra, a wedding ring, and bangles was so hot. He started with getting her in the doggie first; he was holding her hair very roughly, and in my heart, I was feeling bad because it was way too rough for my queen, but in my mind, I wanted it to be more rough than that.
Her face was fully bent backward, and they were both looking straight into each other’s eyes. They had sexy eye contact, and the chemistry between those two was too hot. I felt scared as well because it looked like she would break her neck if he pulled it back more than that. After this, they switched when she started to quiver again. She was shaking, and he switched at that moment from dog to missionary, but after a few pumps, she got straight, and he stood up; he took her and made her stand as well; he grabbed her by her hip and slid in his dick; they were face to face, standing, and he bent a bit to get in her pussy; it was a very hard position, and I knew she wasn’t even able to get penetrated deep enough. But the main motto was to kiss, I guess.