My romp with Salim Ahmad 3

I didn’t even watch as he left the room, as I could not. The moment Salim had stepped out of the room, my Husband Rahul, who had gone almost wild with excitement at me having been so thoroughly used by Salim, pulled me to himself. I was beyond used up and filled up. Although I hadn’t moved during the departure and entrance of Salim, I could tell my vagina was very stretched out, swollen and more full of semen, than I had ever thought was possible. My husband stood in front of me, standing before my exhausted form on the bed. I looked up at him, apprehensive of what I may see in his eyes. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I was worried I’d see betrayal, disgust and hatred in his eyes caused by a fantasy to reality gone badly. When my eyes did meet his, what I saw brought relief and a sudden spark of lust.

My husband’s eyes were filled with a wild craving, Salim’s had been, but my husband’s eyes also held an incredible devotion and love for me. He smiled and gave me a wink. I rolled over onto my back and gave him my most wicked smiles. He watched as I spread my tired legs for him and let him see the semen, I had been saving deep inside me. My vaginal lips were sealed together, soaked as well as my hair, with the semen of a man who was not the man beside me now. I reached down and spread my clingy lips and allowed my husband to gaze upon his fantasy, as it became reality. He watched as my vagina tried with all her force to pull the strange semen, back inside to no avail. Then, he watched as I used those same muscles and pushed ever so gently, forcing a small amount of the seed to spill forth, sliding down my thighs, landing in a pile on the bed.