Bourne Intimacy

Warning: This blog contains adult content suitable for people above 21 years of age. If you feel offended by use of obscene and vulgar language for describing sleaze, please do not read ahead. The encounters depicted in the following text are fictitious and the names bearing resemblence to anyone living or dead is purely by coincidence.

Sam never liked coming back home, but, for past couple of months he eagerly looked forward to the return. He was married, but he detested his wife a lot; to such an extent that he had not even once made love to her. Family pressures and incomprehensible circumstances made him espouse Maya, a gal from his native place; a place far behind the metro’s happening lifestyle providing a reclusive calm with ripe and pristine woman. But it was not Maya that he looked forward coming home to; it was Kamini, his neighbor’s winsome and voluptuous wife.

Sam had developed interest in her when Rakesh and Kamini had shifted adjacent to their row house three months back. Kamini was dressed in knee length skirt and a white top, with its top button open, just enough to reveal her creamy bosom. She had slender legs, waxed as smooth as a mirror, curvy buttocks, slim waist, cute little hooters that hid behind her bra and a sexy face-cut. The luscious lips made her dainty smile into an erogenous attraction. Sam was instantly gratified looking at the new couple that moved next to his residence and regularly fantasized Kamini in bed.

Sam’s job profile required him to travel a lot and be away from home for days together. After work hours were usually spent prowling for pussy and screwing them. So engrossed was he in his promiscuity that he neglected his wife’s sexual urges. Off late his mind was working on fishing for the tantalizing body in his neighborhood.

Sam alighted from the cab in front of his house. He saw Rakesh stacking a suitcase in the taxi. Kamini was standing next to him in a flimsy kurta and knickers. She appeared to have blossomed to maturity just the night before.

“Are you planning to go somewhere?” Sam ambled towards them flashing a wide grin
“My mother is serious, I need to go to Cochin for a couple of days” Rakesh flicked a smile
“You are going to Cochin!” Sam threw a fugitive glance at Kamini
“She will be alone, please take care of her” Rakesh answered reading the question on Sam’s face.

This was the opportunity Sam was waiting to seize. Sam had tried to seduce her through various gestures in their frequent encounters at odd hours, but Kamini had politely and conveniently ignored them. Tonight, Sam planned to give his best of the performance like a bumble bee dance to attract the opposite sex.

Sam wasn’t expected to be in town as he was on a business trip. But due to weather forecasts, his superior had asked him to return back a day earlier. He mentally thanked his boss for the early trip back and headed to a nearby hotel. This move of his, he thought, wouldn’t make his wife suspicious of his to be wild nite with Kamini.

Sam reached Kamini’s residence at around 11o’clock. His loins were growing with the hunger of devouring each and every area of her voluptuous body. His heart thumped as he softly knocked the door. After a little pause, when he heard no movement inside, his eyes involuntarily darted little down and he hissed a ‘bloody fuck’ under his breadth. A big brass lock was hanging on the door. His face bore a contorted look and his fist instincts were to kick the door. But he decided against it due to the fear of waking the neighbors. Beneath his anger was an intense longing for Kamini’s body, which had again left him desperate. He stood there for few more seconds fighting to control the rage and suppress the burning desire and then decided to go to his house instead of standing in the dark with a humiliated ego.

A few moments later, he dawdled to his house in a depressed mood and pressed the door, which surprisingly he found unbolted and swung open instantly. His rage was further escalated due to his wife’s carelessness who had forgotten to close the door before going to bed. When he entered the bedroom, the prickle of irritation from his brain suddenly vanished and fresh wave of sexual passion rippled through him as he saw his wife sleeping on the bed in a seductive posture. Though the room was plunged in semi darkened, but still he could see her long hair tousled on the pillow framing her face. The sensual curves of her body were glorifying through the white flimsy night-gown which had clung to her probably because of profuse sweating. In spite of the reluctance, something forced him inside to inch towards her. He moved closer and a flush of heat throbbed in his loins when he found that she had nothing underneath. The round outline of the breasts, the black tips of the nipple and an ark triangle below the navel made a pulsing, maddening effect on his senses. For the first time his cock tightened and hankered for her body.

He silently sat on the bed, undid the buttons of her night gown with this trembling hands, still moving with such dexterity as they had stripped each whore in different hotel rooms. He had never seen her breasts so closely earlier and he caught his breath as the twin globes came in full view. He cupped one in each hand and squeezed gently. She squirmed slightly even under the haze of sleep, when he took one nipple in his mouth and tenderly kneaded the other boob. The burning passion and the heaving peaks made him forget how much he loathed her.

After suckling her hooters, he paused for a brief moment and slowly pulled up her night gown. She raised her body for free movement and gasped with a moan as he kissed and sucked her navel. He went back to the globes and licked each of the nipples and circled the aureoles with his tongue. Flicking his way with his tongue he reached for her navel and caressed her slit with his finger. He gave a long loving stroke to her vagina gently brushing aside the crinkle pubes.

An exotic fragrance reached his nose as he felt damp warmth to his fingers. She was aroused and so was he. Swiftly shifting over between her thighs, he leaned over her crotch to lap the dampness.

Maya woke up from her deep slumber when she felt a pair of hands and tongue exploring her most erogenous zone. She had half opened her eyes when she saw a head bent upon her cleft. She knew who he was and once again shut her eyes tightly as the questing tongue traveled deep in her slit sending tremors of delight through her whole body. She swayed her thighs in a rhythm as the busy tongue continued to lick every ridge and fold of her eager depths. Suddenly she sprang up with shiver when he flicked her clitoris with his tongue. The muscles of her clit quivered as she laid back and he found a new wetness to his tongue.

Sam’s cock strained for the sweet damp and it was on the verge of shattering explosion. Hurriedly he lifted himself to his knees and kept his engorged shaft on her narrow passage. Maya slightly spread up her thighs in anticipation, still closing her eyes and reveling in an inexpressible pleasure. When he slightly pushed the cock, he felt that it was smoothly being drawn in by her pulsating pussy and he gradually found himself sinking in as she wrapped her legs around him to press him further.

After he was fully embraced by her sweet chasm, he withdrew it and thrusted it again with such a force that it made her dig her finger nails into his back with a passionate squeal. As the tension build in his cock, he increased the pace and jabbed her incessantly matching her breathless gasps till he exploded in her sleek slit with shuddering spasms and slumped on her sapped kissing her neck.
Sam never thought the sexual encounter with his wife would be such an erotic treasure of desires that could satiate his passions beyond his fantasies. The first awareness developed in him a tender love for her. After a while when he lifted his head to suck her lips to evince a deep affection towards her, he felt a sudden rush of blood to his temples and a heavy bang in his chest as she circled one arm around his back, the other in his hair and softly whispered in his ear ………. ‘Please don’t come from tomorrow, dear Rakesh. My husband will be coming home’