Shanti-Priya

Shanti and Priya Ch. 01


My wife Shanti and I have been married for just over 21 years, and have been a steady item for 23 total since we dated before marriage. For me it was truly love at first sight. She was simply a vision with short black hair, electric brown eyes, and the cutest smile you could ever imagine. She was quite petite, standing 5'7", and fortunately for me she has managed to maintain her figure ever since.

Shanti and I hit it off instantly and fucked like rabbits on our very first date. We both possessed a kinky side, which we were pretty open about with one another, and really explored our sexuality. We dabbled in almost everything two people could do together, but never felt the need to include others (we thought about it mind you, but loved each other so much we didn't want petty jealousies to poison our relationship). My role was often Dominant and Shanti's submissive, yet we enjoyed a wide range of activities to keep our horny young minds and bodies stimulated. More often than not she liked things a bit rough and I was usually more than happy to oblige.

Two years after we were married, Shanti gave birth to our only child, a daughter named Priya. Complications during birth left Shanti unable to have additional children, and though we originally wanted more, we felt blessed with a child like Priya, so one was enough. As our daughter grew up in our small home, Shanti and I found it harder and harder to have our naughty play time with an inquisitive set of ears in the house. We had sex often, but it had become a bit vanilla, and our kinky talk/play was limited when Priya was out with friends.

As Priya advanced through puberty and started growing into adulthood, I was amazed how much she took after her mother. By the time she was a Junior in high school, she could have been the identical twin of the girl I first met at college. She too had a perky petite figure, complete with her mom's hair and eyes. When she graduated high school her body had filled out and she had simply become a stunning young woman of 20 years.

Being her father, I tried my best not to notice, but how could I not? She was the spitting image of the woman I fell in love with, so I told myself it was only natural. She wore clothing popular with kids these days, short skirts and tight tops, really showing off her supple young form. I sneaked glances every now and then, surreptitiously drinking her in and thinking of my younger, more carefree days with her Mom.

What I didn't know was that my wife was watching me watch our daughter. Unknown to me, Shanti had caught me on more than one occasion ogling Priya, yet never said anything. One Saturday afternoon the three of us were chatting before Priya headed out with friends for the day, when she bent over to retrieve her keys from the purse she had placed next to her on the floor. It was summer, and she was wearing a thin white pair of capri pants with a tight baby blue top. I couldn't help but look at her perfect ass on display before me, and at first was surprised I couldn't see any panty lines. Upon closer inspection, I found a tiny dark "Y" just above her cheeks, and realized my daughter was wearing a minuscule thong under her tight white pants.

I was completely taken by the lovely sight, and felt a pang deep inside my groin at the erotic vision before me. With regret, I pulled my eyes away before she stood up, and fought to maintain my composure. I quickly glanced over at my wife to see if she had noticed my glare, and she looked back with a sly grin on her face, then cocked her head at me just a bit...busted! I was totally embarrassed at being caught checking out my own daughter, yet Shanti looked more amused than upset. Priya retrieved the keys, slung her purse over her shoulder, and ran out the door waiving good-bye as she went.

As the door slammed shut, Shanti moved close to me and whispered softly, "You're a naughty boy, Daddy."

My face must have turned a thousand shades of red, and I could only stammer, "What, errr, what do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean Daddy, you were checking out Priya, weren't you?" she replied with a knowing smile.

"Of course not," I answered back, although without much conviction. My mind raced, and I started to sweat, wondering what my wife would say or do next.

Shanti gazed at me for a long moment grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. "It's not the first time I've seen you doing it Suresh," she finally said flatly. She then slowly shook her head at me looking somewhat disappointed, turned and walked away.

I stood speechless and alone for a long while. After I settled down a bit I tried to make sense of the situation I found myself in. The amazing thing was that Shanti did not seem angry with my looking, but appeared more frustrated with the fact that I lied to cover my ass.

I decided the best thing to do was to face the music right away and come clean. I went looking for my wife, and found her seated in the kitchen sipping a cold drink. I proceeded cautiously over to her and said, "I wasn't checking her out sweetheart, when Priya bent over I just couldn't help notice the fact that she was wearing a thong. It was pretty obvious under those thin pants."

Shanti stared at me rather coldly for a moment, then with an amused look on her face replied, "It's okay Suresh, I don't mind. It's natural for a guy to look at a young pretty bottom." Then with a twisted smile she added, "Even if it is his little girl's."

I felt my face grow hot and knew I must have blushed deeply. There was no way to hide my reaction, so I remained silent and just hung my head.

Shanti then said, "Don't worry honey, it's fine -- honestly." I lifted my face and looked towards her again, and she appeared to be pleased with my obvious discomfort. She then smiled at me and stated, "Sit down, I'll make you some lunch." With that the subject was changed and I tried not to think about it, but had a hard time pushing the entire episode out of my mind.

Priya arrived home early that evening, and we all enjoyed a nice family dinner together. I was uncomfortable, afraid to look at my daughter too long for fear that Shanti would think I was purving on our child. Priya asked permission to sleep at her friends Melissa's for the evening, and we gave our approval as long as it was okay with Melissa's mother, which it was. That meant it would just be Shanti and me alone for the entire evening.

After Priya left, my wife and I settled onto the sofa to watch a movie. It was a silly chick flick that didn't hold my attention, but Shanti cuddled up to me the entire time in rapt attention. If she was still upset with me, she certainly didn't show it the way she pressed her body against my own. When the picture ended, she climbed up onto my lap playfully, looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin and asked, "Are you ready for bed Daddy?"

I stared back at her unsure of what to say. Was she simply being her playful self, or was she testing me based on what I'd done earlier in the day? Before I could respond, she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. She then kissed my cheek softly over and over until she made her way to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to get ready for bed now Daddy. Give me 15 minutes, then come tuck me in."

I stared back with uncertainty, then simply answered, "Okay." With that she bounded off my lap and headed towards our room. I sat quietly, contemplating just what she was up to, fidgeting with nervous energy. I waited at least 20 minutes, then made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up before bed. When I was done, I splashed cold water on my face and headed off to my room, wondering just what I'd find.

I stood outside the door for a moment and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I noticed it was completely dark inside and started to walk in when I heard, "Is that you Daddy?"

Still somewhat confused as to how I should respond, I simply uttered, "Yes."

"Don't turn on the light yet, okay Daddy?" she answered.

I stopped in my tracks, and replied, "Okay, baby."

I waited with bated breath for her next instruction. When I finally heard, "Come closer, Daddy," I moved silently into the room until I was beside our bed, completely lost in the moment. "I'm gonna turn on the light now Daddy, cover your eyes," she added softly.

I did as instructed and light glowed through my fingers mere moments later. I dropped my hands and was simply stunned by what I saw. Shanti was laying on top of our bed, clad only in one of Priya's favorite summer nighties, pink and short. My wife always wore her hair down, yet sitting on top of her head was one of Priya's scrunchies, pulling her hair away from her face, just as our only daughter often wore her own. I could tell she also applied just a touch of makeup, adding a youthful glow to her pretty face.

I was completely shocked to say the least! It was one thing to role-play some generic father and daughter, but something altogether different to actually use our daughter's clothing to do so. I felt like dream come true of this roleplay as Dad-Daughter.I always fantasised this but never disclosed to my wife, as she may not like such kinky roleplays as we have daughter at home. I couldn't ever recall being as turned on as I was at that very moment. It was taboo times ten, and I'm ashamed to admit I loved it, my cock instantly harder than ever before.


She gave me an innocent smile and asked, "Aren't you going to tuck me in Daddy, like you did when I was little?"

I was completely overwhelmed, yet stared back dumbly and answered simply, "God Shanti."

"No Daddy, I'm Priya," she responded with a wicked grin.

"Priya...Holy fuck," I thought to myself as my heart skipped a beat. Just how far was my wife willing to take things I wondered? Was she prodding me on sexually or punishing me for what she'd witnessed earlier?

"Come on Daddy, tuck me in," she whined when I didn't move.

Sweat began to pour down my body and my nerves tingled as I tried to process the deeply troubling yet completely intoxicating situation before me. "Please Shanti," I pleaded and looked to her for help or guidance.

"Priya Daddy, call me Priya," was all she replied.

All I could do was stare back at her in silence for the longest time until slowly it became clear to me that this was no test, that she really wanted to play Priya and Daddy. Shanti looked so much like our little girl it was totally believable, but could I actually do it? My wife must have sensed my uncertainty, so she made the next move. She reached for my hand and pulled me closer to the bed and said, "It's okay Daddy." She then looked me in the eyes and whispered softly, "I'm going to miss you when I'm off at hostel, won't you just hold me for a while?"

My wife looked so sweet and innocent, just like our only child, how could I refuse? From the depths of my soul I knew it was wrong, yet at that time it felt so right. I pulled off my shirt, dropped my shorts and stood before her with an obscene lump in my boxers, making it impossible to hide my excitement. I slowly lowered myself onto the bed beside her, wondering just what was to come.

"Behind me Daddy, lay behind me," Shanti instructed, and pulled me across her body until we spooned against one another, my hard cock pressed tightly against her firm bottom. "Snuggle me Dad," she added, grinding her ass back into my groin as she pulled my arms tightly around her belly.

My mind and body were still too numb to speak or move, so my normally submissive wife had to press the action. "Hold me closer Daddy," Shanti moaned and began rubbing her bottom up and down against my groin, massaging my hard dick between her taught ass cheeks. After a long while, her actions snapped me out of my near comatose state, as blood pounded through not only my throbbing cock, but once more to my head. With the fog finally lifted from my brain, Shanti/Priya, my wife or daughter...whoever, was going to get fucked and fucked hard!

I slowly slid my hands up from my wife's abdomen, grasped my her tits firmly through the thin nightie as I pressed my cock into her ass, and whispered in her ear, "Is this better baby?"

"Oh yes Daddy, much better," she replied with a sigh, wiggling her butt back against me.

I began to nibble on her earlobes, neck and shoulders, something I knew drove her crazy as my fingers found her hard little nipples. I pinched and twisted her nubbins as my lips traveled around her sensitive spots, drawing soft moans and whimpers in response. Every now and then I heard a soft "Daddy" escape her lips between sighs, so I figured it was time to test where I stood. I moved one hand up to Shanti's chin and twisted her head back to face me, stared deeply into her eyes and said firmly, "Give Daddy a kiss Priya."

Shanti's eyes opened wide in surprise, which scared me for a moment as I thought maybe I'd gone too far, but she quickly moved her face towards mine and kissed me with a passion I had not felt since our school days. "Ohhh Daddy," she sighed into my mouth as I grabbed the back of her head and forced our lips together. I moved my hand to the base of her skull, grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back slightly as I slid my tongue into her mouth. I held my wife firmly as we kissed, my tongue moving in and out of her mouth in a sensuous fucking motion.

I moved my other hand from her chest to her hip and rolled her onto her back in one quick motion. I reluctantly moved my lips away from hers for a moment and said in a commanding voice, "Spread your legs for me Priya."

Shanti's clear eyes lit up highlighting her arousal, but then she pouted, "No Daddy, please no."

Her response stunned me for a moment, but I quickly realized she called me "Daddy," so it must have been a part of her little game. I instantly understood I'd been too passive and she needed me to take control, so there would be no stopping me after that. "Yes Priya, do as Daddy says," I stated firmly, holding her tightly and staring into her beautiful blue eyes. When she didn't move right away I shouted, "Now!"

Shanti jumped and genuinely looked a bit frightened, whimpering, "Please Daddy, not that."

Staring at her with a wicked grin, I nodded my head and simply answered, "Yes Priya." Before she could respond I ran my hand from her hip to her crotch, and forced my palm between her thighs until I cupped her pussy through the nightie and panties, feeling the heat of her body.

As her legs slowly parted, my wife let out a long sigh and pressed her face into the crook of my neck and whispered, "Oh Daddy."

I traced my fingers down Shanti's leg until I reached the hem of Priya's nightie, grasped the silky fabric in my hand and slowly pulled it up her body until it rested just above her waist. When I looked down between her splayed legs, I was not surprised to see a tiny pair of pink panties covering my wife's special spot, matching the nightie perfectly. So, Shanti was wearing Priya's sexy little undies too, the though of which made my cock throb almost painfully.

I moved my face to my wife's chest and began nibbling on her hard little nipples poking through the fabric as my fingers wandered over the crotch of our daughter's panties. I slowly began running my fingers up and down her tender slit as I heard her moaning again in earnest. My hand moved to the waistband, then slowly under the silky garment until I came in contact with Shanti's naked pussy. The difference was immediately recognizable. Throughout our years together, Shanti never shaved. Yet for the first time in our relationship she was as bald as a baby's pussy, clearly another thing she must have added to her preparation to spice up the evening.

As I cocked my head and looked up into her eyes, she asked in a whisper, "So, do you like it Daddy?" She seemed to be having a hard time playing her role as she moved at times from a willing to a hesitant daughter, but I didn't care as I was simply amazed.

I had to lap her freshly shaven snatch, so I slowly kissed my way down her body, first stopping to suckle her nipples through Priya's nightie, then across her belly, and finally to the pink panties. I spread Shanti's legs wide and planted soft kisses all over the soft material, damp with her secretions. Her feminine musk wafted through my nose and it was easy to recognize her obvious excitement.

My hands moved to her hips as I grasped the tiny undies and slowly dragged them down and off her lithe body until I held them in one hand. I couldn't help but hold them up before me and admire their brief but sexy form, wondering momentarily what they must look like on my daughter.

I looked back at my prone wife and saw her staring back intently, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. She had one hand between her legs covering her pussy in what I assumed was false modesty in front of her "Daddy," so I knew she was back to playing the reluctant child.

My hands moved to her ankles where I slowly but steadily forced her feet up to rest near her bottom. I ran my hands up her legs to her knees and pried them apart, opening her widely to my hungry eyes. I slid my torso between her legs so she could not close them as I assumed she might. I then grabbed her hand and dragged it away from her special spot, gazing at her bare slit for the first time as she whined, "No Daddy, you shouldn't see me like this."

She darted her free hand towards her crotch, which I quickly caught and held both her wrists firmly in my strong hands. My face formed into a twisted smile as I looked into her eyes and said sternly, "You be good for Daddy now Priya."

"But Daddy," Shanti whimpered and twisted her body, but did not say another word as I lowered my head to her exposed little cunny. I showered her pussy with soft kisses all over the dewy flesh, then ran my tongue over her smooth, freshly shaven skin. Shanti pouted as I kissed and licked her, yet I felt her ass cheeks flex as she pressed her groin up towards my eager mouth.

I moved her hands together so I could hold her wrists in my left hand, freeing up my right to work on her body. I began running my tongue up and down her slick slit, ever so slowly sliding it in deeper as I went. I sucked two fingers of my right hand for a moment, getting them nice and wet, then slid them into my wife's open flower. As my fingers and tongue began to work in concert, Shanti let out a long, "Ohhhh Daddy."

I looked up into her face and saw her eyes were closed as her head moved slowly from side to side across her pillow. Moving my mouth away from her crotch momentarily, I asked, "If I let your hands go are you going to be a good girl Priya?"

Shanti opened her eyes to dreamily look down at me, nodded gently and replied, "I promise." With that I knew her reluctant act was gone and she would just go with the flow.

I smiled back and simply said, "Good girl." With that I removed my fingers from her sticky depths and moved my hand to grasp a wrist once more. I moved her hands up her body and placed them on her chest and told her, "Play with your nipples baby."

Shanti gave we a wicked grin, and as her fingers softly traced over her chest she answered, "If you say so Daddy."

"That's my good girl Priya," I stated, lustfully watching her toy with her breasts. Unencumbered, I ran my hands back down her belly and went to work once more on her pretty pussy. I used the fingers of my left hand to hold her folds open as I gently slid two fingers of my right hand deeply inside. Her womanhood was wide open and her hard little clit was finally on display before me, so I leaned in and softly planted a kiss on the little button. Shanti moaned loudly as the tip of my tongue danced over her little clitty, and my fingers slowly probed in and out of her warm muffin.

I alternated between kissing, licking, sucking and blowing upon her clit, just the way I knew my wife liked it. Shanti's ass moved in rhythm with my probing fingers as she impaled herself on me, moaning, "Daddy," over and over. Every now and then I removed my fingers and ran my tongue up and down her slit, savoring the taste, before pressing my digits back inside her. At times I took her labia between my lips and gently sucked them into my mouth, drawing soft whimpers and sighs is response.

I knew Shanti was nearing an orgasm, so I moved my left hand to her bottom and gently touched her opening, which always sent her over the top. I felt her hands grab the back of my head as she started humping her groin into my face. I lightly ran my thumb over her rosebud for a while, before slipping it in to the first knuckle. My wife's moaning became louder as she bucked against me, alternately driving her pussy, then her ass onto my fingers. She yelled, "Yes Daddy, yes Daddy, yes Daddy," over and over, then suddenly her thighs clamped tightly around my ears, capturing me between her legs. She thrashed her body against me, and even with my ears covered I heard her scream in orgasm, louder than I could ever remember.

My face was pressed so tightly against her I couldn't breath, so I pried her legs apart and gasped for air. As I caught my breath I couldn't help but watch as Shanti's body lay heaving on the bed, her head rolling from side to side in obvious bliss. Her usually brilliant blue eyes were glassy and distant, and her face covered in a light sheen of sweat, looking completely spent.

I moved my way between Shanti's outstretched legs until I was directly above her body and my face came in contact with hers. I began softly kissing her, and after a sort while she began to respond, her tender lips locked to my own. My face was covered in her juices and she snaked her tongue out and licked my cheek, tasting her sweet nectar. She looked at me with a sexy grin, and asked, "Hmmm, I taste good, don't I Daddy?"

"The best baby, the best," I responded and began kissing her once more.

My hard cock was now positioned perfectly between her splayed legs, and I reached down and freed it through the opening of my shorts. I started rubbing the head up and down her slit and slowly began to enter my wife's hot snatch when she pleaded with her best little girl voice, "Daddy, can I taste you first...please?"

I eased the tip of my cock in and out of her a few times before I answered her, "Are you sure baby? Are you sure you want Daddy in your mouth?"

Shanti nodded enthusiastically with bright eyes once more and answered, "Yes Daddy, more than anything."

I kissed her, then rolled off her and onto my back. My wife moved to her knees next to me and began to pull my boxers off as I arched my back to assist her. She threw my shorts to the floor, then looked at my hard, slick prick, saying, "Oh, it's so big Daddy." She then wrapped her small hand around it and added, "It's so hard too."

"Yes Priya, it's hard for you sweetie," I answered as I watched her caress my throbbing cock.

Shanti began to softly stroke my shaft while her other hand moved to cup my balls. Her gentle caress was driving me mad, as my body begged for more contact. "Taste me baby," I said as her hands moved across my overheated flesh. She looked so young and cute on her knees beside me, still clad in the pink nighty, her hair pulled back like a girl half her age. With a smile she bent forward and began kissing my rigid member. At first she licked my cock all over like a lollipop, drinking up all my sticky pre-cum and her juices that were on the tip of my cock, before lowering her head for one of her wonderful blow jobs.

My wife's mouth worked up and down my shaft as her small hand jerked off the base of my cock. She moved her other hand between my legs and I felt her fingers probe for my asshole. I knew instantly that she was going to give me a prostate massage as she sucked, and my orgasm was sure to follow rapidly thereafter. Sure enough, I felt a finger tickle my skin then penetrate my ass and move it's way deeper into my body. As my hips twisted uncontrollably, I could only moan, "Ohhh Priya."

Shanti stopped all her actions for a moment and asked, "Am I doing good Daddy?"

"Oh God yes baby, so good," I sighed and she once again went to work on me. I felt her finger touch my sensitive prostate and my body lurched into her, which made her increase the ferocity of her attack. Shanti's warm mouth took me deeper as her hand rapidly jerked what her small lips could not reach, while her digit danced inside me.

Within seconds I felt the early signs of an orgasm building and my hips began to thrust back and forth, my body begging for release. I grabbed my wife by the fountain of blonde hair flowing out of Priya's scrunchie, and began humping her face. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my entire body like I'd never experienced before, and knew I was past the point of no return. I pulled Shanti's head back for a moment as moaned loudly, "Cumming baby!"

"Yes Daddy, cum for your little girl!" I heard my wife reply before I stuffed my cock back into her waiting mouth. I thrust just a few more times before I felt my body stiffen, then my balls started releasing their sticky contents. Rope after rope of my cum shot into Shanti's mouth as my ass flexed over and over, ejaculating more and more of my seed.

As my orgasm washed over me I realized I had my cock pressed deeply into my wife's throat and felt her hands trying to push me away. I released her head and she quickly pulled away coughing and gasping for air. "God, I'm sorry babe," was all I could say as I watched her try to catch her breath.

After a long moment Shanti regained her composure and wiped at the drool and cum running down her chin with her hand. A smile formed on her face and through watery eyes she said, "I think you were excited Daddy, you almost killed me."

"I'm so sorry honey, guess I got a little carried away," was all I could reply with a weak shrug of my shoulders.

"It's okay, I loved it too," she responded and lowered her head to my chest and laid on top of me. After a short rest, she began to tenderly kiss and lick my nipples, and her hand wandered down my belly to grasp my deflated cock. She stared directly into my eyes with a sultry look as she lavished attention on my nips and dick. I moved my arms around her and lovingly stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other as she showered me with affection. She moved up my body, kissed my chin softly and asked, "Can you get hard again Daddy, I need you to fuck me?"

I smiled sympathetically, but answered honestly, "I don't know sweetheart, you nearly killed me too."

Shanti gave me a sexy grin as though she'd been challenged and said, "Well, we'll just see what we can do about that." With that she went back to kissing my chest and occasionally took a nipple between her teeth and bit it softly, sending shivers down my spine. Her hand milked my flaccid cock as she squeezed and released it over and over again. Every now and then she would move her kisses across my shoulders to whisper in my ear things like, "I know you can do it Daddy, get hard for your Priya." Her ministrations did not take long before she achieved her desired result as I felt blood run once more towards my groin. My wife must have felt me come to life in her hand as she looked at me with a wink and said, "I think someone must really want to fuck his daughter." She kissed me on the lips softly and added, "I knew you could do it for me Daddy."

My lovely bride then moved her hips over my own, and positioned herself over my hardness. She placed the head of my cock to her wet snatch, then gently lowered her body onto mine, swallowing me completely in one motion. Shanti then grabbed our daughter's nightie and pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, finally revealing her taut body to my gaze. She smiled at me as she began to slowly draw herself up and down my length and said, "You rest for a while Daddy, I'll do all the work."

"Any wonder why I loved this woman," I thought to myself as she drove her warm womanhood all over my erection. I pulled a couple of pillows behind my back until I was in a better position to return some attention. I ran my hands up to Shanti's exposed breasts and started kneading them as she rode up and down. Her little pink nipples looked like tiny gum drops before my eyes, so I leaned forward to taste them. I moved my hands to her hips to help guide her movements as I suckled her sweaty boobs.

Before long I regained all my strength and was ready to take control. If Shanti wanted Daddy to fuck her, then that's exactly what she was going to get. I moved my arms around her and pulled her over onto her back, myself on top of her. I reached down and grabbed her legs and moved them onto my shoulders. Staring deeply into her eyes, I asked, "Are you ready for Daddy to fuck you Priya?"

"Ohhh yes Daddy," she whined in response, her cheeks glowing pink.

"You'll have to ask nicely young lady," I teased as I ran the tip of my cock over her tender lips.

"Please Daddy, please, I need you so bad," she begged with pleading eyes.

"That's better baby, much better," I replied with a smile and a wink. I wrapped my arms around her legs and firmly pulled myself into her hot pussy. I began knifing long strokes in and out of her body, drawing almost completely out before driving myself back home. Shanti quickly found the rhythm as her body moved with mine, my balls slapping her taut ass with every thrust.

We rutted against each other like animals, sweat pouring down our bodies. Shanti began to encourage me with shouts like, "That's it Daddy, fuck your little girl!" I prayed my neighbors windows were closed and they were soundly asleep at that time.

After only a few minutes I heard her voice begin to waiver and knew, like me, she too was close to another orgasm. I began to hump as fast as I could and moaned, "I'm so close baby."

"Me too Daddy," she responded and threw herself even harder against me.

I removed my hands from around her legs and moved them to the mattress for increased leverage, my body directly above hers, and pumped for all I was worth. Shanti muttered incoherently as our bodies collided, and I once again felt my body begin to stiffen. I heard a screaming in my ears and knew my wife was in the throws of an orgasm as my back arched uncontrollably, and my balls began to spew their load into her twitching vagina.

Suddenly, all the blood seemed to drain from my head and I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies heaving as we each tried to catch our breath. Neither of us spoke for ages as we basked in the moment, hearts pounding against one another. Finally I felt Shanti's fingers begin to run through my sweaty hair in a loving caress. I opened my eyes and looked deeply into hers as our lips met for a tender kiss. Her face glowed and a smile formed on her lips before she said, "Thank you for indulging me Suresh, you were amazing."

I stared back at her in silence for a moment, thinking how it was really she who indulged me, before I replied, "Don't thank me baby, you were the amazing one." With that we fell back into a deep embrace and held each other tightly.

As I laid there I realized that I just experienced two of the most powerful orgasms of my entire life and wondered what, if anything, my kinky wife had planned for an encore.

Story Continues......