As soon as I returned from my parents’ house to my in-laws’ house, my husband made me sit on his dick and fucked me

Hello everyone, my name is Shabnam and I welcome you all to Porny Story dot com. I have been a regular reader of this website for many years and I never miss reading those spicy stories. Today, I am sharing my own story with you all. I hope you enjoy it!

I had gone to my parents’ home (mayke) for two months. For ten months of the year, I lived in my in-laws’ house (sasural). During the summer, I got a two-month break and could visit my parents. I had been at my mayke for twenty days when my husband called.

“Shabnam, come home quickly! I haven’t gotten to touch you for twenty days!” My husband said.

“Listen, dear! I will be staying with my mother for at least two months. You can manage with your hands until then!” I replied.

“But Shabnam, you know that hand-job doesn’t give the same pleasure as having sex. Please come back soon!” He pleaded, but I ignored him and decided to stay at my mother’s place. I missed home and didn’t enjoy being in sasural.

My husband was a very sexy man, quite young too. He would have sex with me twice a day and three times at night. He loved sex, and I, too, was a woman who enjoyed it immensely. I craved his touch every day. Now that I had been at my mayke for a month, I missed him terribly. I used to satisfy myself with a dildo and sometimes even masturbated with my fingers. Meanwhile, my husband was managing the best he could without me.

Two months passed slowly, and it was time for our children to go back to school. Though I didn’t want to leave my mother’s house, there was no escaping reality. Every married woman eventually has to return to her in-laws. So, against my will, I had to go back to my husband.

I boarded the train with my children and arrived at sasural. As soon as I entered the house, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, brother-in-law, and father-in-law greeted me, asking if the journey was comfortable. My mother-in-law immediately made me a cup of tea, which I drank while chatting with everyone. My children went to play with their grandfather.

I hadn’t even changed my clothes when my husband called out, “Shabnam! Come here!” He shouted loudly, and I got up from where I was sitting and walked towards his room. He grabbed me immediately and started kissing me passionately.

“Shabnam! I need your pussy right now! You don’t know how I have spent these sixty days without your tight cunt!” My husband exclaimed.

“I am talking to everyone here, dear. Let me finish this conversation first,” I said. But my husband grabbed my hand and shut the door.

“Don’t play games with me, Shabnam! I haven’t touched you for sixty days. Now, give me what I want. First, give me your pussy, then we can talk!” He said angrily.

“It’s not a good idea to do this in the morning. Everyone is here,” I protested, but he ignored me and pulled off my saree. Then, he forcefully laid me on the bed, unbuttoned my blouse, and removed my bra and panties. Now, I was completely naked. He got on top of me, his mouth searching for my nipples.

“Listen, everyone is waiting for me downstairs. Please let me go!” I pleaded.

“Just two minutes! I need to fuck you. It will only take two minutes,” he said desperately.

Morning sex felt strange to me. It had barely been ten minutes since I arrived from my mayke and he was already trying to have sex with me. But he was my husband, how could I refuse him? So, I spread my legs and lay down willingly.

“Okay, fine! Just hurry up. Everyone is waiting for me downstairs,” I said.

He started sucking on my nipples. I was a very beautiful woman. My complexion was fair, and my face resembled Kareena Kapoor’s. I looked like an actress. I was incredibly beautiful, five feet six inches tall with a figure of 38-36-34. My body was well-proportioned, and I was a desirable item for eating, fucking, and playing with. That’s why my husband loved me so much. When I went shopping in the market, people would stare at me repeatedly. “Look at how hot she is! I wish I could fuck her,” they would say. Because of my beauty, shopkeepers even gave me discounts. Everyone was smitten with me, and many shopkeepers would lend me thousands of rupees worth of goods.

I was a very beautiful woman. My husband was completely captivated by my beauty. At that moment, he was sucking on my 38-inch breasts. My breasts were large and round, like ripe mangoes. He was enjoying himself immensely. Slowly, I started to feel pleasure too. After a while, he moved from my breasts to my pussy. He inserted his eight-inch thick cock into me and started fucking me hard. I felt the pleasure building up inside me. Although I felt embarrassed about having sex in the morning because everyone in the house knew when we were making love, today, after sixty days of separation, my husband was eager to have me.

I moaned loudly as he fucked me. My hands gripped his body tightly as he moved on top of me, his kisses intensifying. I felt a surge of desire and pleasure. His cock pounded inside me like a train, driving me wild. After some time, he started thrusting faster and harder, and I cried out in ecstasy. “Mummy…mummy…see see see…ha ha ha…oo oo oo…unh unh,” I moaned as my body reached its peak. His eight-inch cock was fucking me hard, tearing open my pink pussy. I was enjoying it immensely.

Suddenly, he started thrusting even harder and faster, making me feel incredible pleasure. I wrapped my smooth legs around his waist, holding him tight. He kept thrusting, driving his thick cock deeper into me, ripping through my insides. I was lost in a world of pure bliss. We continued like this for about twenty minutes until my mother-in-law called out to me.

## The Night of Passion

“Arre Bahu—kahaan gayi…teri chai thandhi ho rahi hai. Bahu…Bahu…” My mother-in-law’s voice echoed through the house, growing increasingly insistent. I panicked.

“Listen, Maa…I’ve been trying to tell you for twenty minutes now. Please, just let me go! ” I pleaded, but my husband wouldn’t release me. He continued his relentless assault, his grip unwavering. It had been sixty days since he’d last satisfied himself, and it seemed that pent-up desire fueled his actions. Twenty minutes had passed, and my body ached from his insistent battering. He finally withdrew, taking a moment to savor the sight of me before plunging back in, this time drawing sustenance from my milk. I was flushed with heat now, enjoying the sensation as he lapped at my beautiful breasts. He sucked on my nipples, each one adorned with dark circles that added to their allure. My husband treated them like precious jewels, savoring every touch. He bit into them playfully, sending shivers down my spine. “Uii…Uii…Uii…Maa…Ohhhhh Maa…Ahhhhhhh…” I moaned, arching my back as he continued his assault. He didn’t relent, lost in the moment, his focus solely on me and my pleasure. My mother-in-law, exhausted from calling out to me, finally gave up.

He moved on to both of my tender nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasing and tantalizing. I was consumed by a wave of pleasure, my body responding with abandon. He then spread my legs wide, pushing two fingers deep into my wetness. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to stroke me rapidly. My mind raced, my senses heightened. He felt like Kamadeva himself today, eager to unleash his desires upon me. His fingers moved with urgency, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I reached out, trying to stop him, but he ignored my plea, pushing deeper, seeking total control. I arched my back instinctively, welcoming his touch.

He continued for what felt like an eternity, his movements relentless, until finally, a white fluid escaped from my depths, coating his fingers. He licked it clean, savoring every drop before returning to me, his eyes burning with desire. Then, he lifted me onto his lap, transforming me into a horse, my legs spread wide, my body arched in anticipation. He leaned down, his lips finding my plump buttocks, his tongue tracing their contours. I moaned, lost in the sensation, “Uuu…Uu…Uuu…Oohh—Ooh…Ooh Ahhhhhhh…See See See…Ha Ha Ha..Oh Ho Ho….” My heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and longing. After sixty long days, I was finally experiencing the pleasure I craved. He stroked my rounded buttocks gently, his touch both tender and possessive. It felt incredible.

“Shabnam…jaan ba god!! Tumsi haseen aurat maine आजतक nahi dekha!!” he exclaimed, showering me with praise. I blushed, feeling a surge of warmth spread through me. He continued to caress my body for what seemed like hours, his touch both gentle and demanding. Then, he lowered himself behind me, his mouth finding the entrance to my wetness. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation as he explored every inch of me with his tongue. I arched my back, welcoming his attention, my body trembling with anticipation. He then pushed his thick, hard cock deep inside me, moving with a force that sent shivers down my spine.

The pleasure was overwhelming. My lips parted involuntarily, biting down on them as I lost myself in the sensation. My entire body throbbed with desire. He pounded into me relentlessly, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I writhed beneath him, my legs spread wide, a horse ready for its master. This position, this act, was his favorite, and mine too. He held my tight buttocks in his hand, his grip firm as he continued his assault. “Uuu…Uu…Uuu…Oohh—Ooh…Ooh Ahhhhhhh…See See See…Ha Ha Ha..Oh Ho Ho….” I cried out, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed me.

He rode me for what felt like an eternity, thirty-five minutes of pure bliss, but still, he didn’t release. Finally, he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside me. “Jaan…ab tum mere launde ki swaari karo!!” he said, his voice husky with desire.

I slowly climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and began to move my hips rhythmically. He responded immediately, his cock hardening against me. I rode him hard, deep inside him, feeling the power of our connection. His eight-inch cock filled me completely, and he pushed back, meeting my every thrust with equal intensity. We continued like this for another half hour until finally, he came undone within me, releasing a final surge of pleasure that left us both breathless.

When I dressed and went to my mother-in-law’s room, she was asleep, and my sister-in-law had already gone to college.