Neha’s Naughty Weekend

Neha could not sleep, tossing in bed. Her 28-year-old body hot, her pussy itching after Rohan’s soft fucking. She loved her 29-year old husband, his gentle kisses, his tongue licking her pussy.

But his slow, careful thrusts left her pussy hungry for hard, fast pounding like in porn films. The clock showed 8 a.m., and she got up, her slip and shorts hugging her curves. She went to the living room. Her mind was full of dirty thoughts, craving the taboo thrill.

She sat on the couch, opened her mobile, and messaged Viki, which was short for Vikram. Her best friend since college, whom she would marry if Rohan were not in the picture.

Neha: Viki, are you up? I’m horny right now.

Vikram: Neha, damn, already? What’s got you so hot?

Neha: Rohan’s fucking is too soft. I need it hard. Want to play? You’re my secret fuck.

Vikram: Hell yes. I grab you, fuck your pussy hard in a dark room, my cock deep, you scream.

Neha’s heart beat fast. Her fingers rubbing her clit through her shorts, picturing Viki’s cock pounding her. Her pussy soaking as she typed.

Neha: That’s so hot. More.

Vikram: I pin your wrists, fuck you faster, your wet pussy squeezes my cock, you beg for it.

She cum hard, breathing heavily, her shorts wet with juice, and licked her fingers, typing again.

Neha: Viki, that was awesome, but my pussy needs real cock.

Vikram: Rohan is not doing it? Got another guy in mind.

Neha: Maybe you, Viki. I’ll tell you soon.

She smiled, thinking of Vikram, his sexy smile, his hard cock she saw once when they hugged tight. She closed the mobile, her body hot. She went back to bed where Rohan slept, not knowing the naughty plans she had. Her mind was set to control everything.

In the bedroom, Neha climbed on Rohan, her blouse open, nipples hard. She sat on his chest, waking him with a cruel smile. “Get up,” she said, her voice strong, pulling his shorts down, his cock already hard. Rohan opened his eyes, smiling, “Neha, you are so horny.”

She laughed, holding his wrists, her pussy rubbing his chest through her shorts, making him moan. Her control starts their dirty game.

“You are mine,” Neha said, taking off her blouse, her big boobs free, then removing her shorts, her wet pussy close to his face. “Beg,” she ordered, pinching his nipples, her smile wicked.

Rohan moaned, “Please, Neha, let me lick you,” his hands on the bed, doing what she wanted. She sat on his face, his tongue licking her pussy, her hands pulling his hair. Her loud moans filled the room. Her mind was thinking of Vikram’s hot messages, wanting more.

Neha took a thin blanket, covering them, her body hidden as she moved on his tongue, making the game hotter. “Lick slow, no hands,” she said, pulling his hair, moaning loudly to tease him. Rohan listened, his tongue licking her pussy, his cock hard under the blanket, wanting her next order.

She cum hard, her thighs tight on his head, screaming. She stayed in control, throwing the blanket off, her sweaty body shining. She moving to rub her pussy on his cock, not letting him inside.

“You want my pussy?” Neha asked, touching his cock slowly, making him shake, his moans making her happy. She sat on his cock, her pussy tight, but moved slowly, making him wait.

“No cumming until I say,” she said, scratching his chest, her boobs moving as she fucked him, her control strong. Rohan’s hands stayed still, his voice weak, “Neha, please,” his body hers, making her pussy wetter, wanting to push him more.

Neha lay on her back, legs open, pussy wet, and pointed at him. “Lick my pussy, make me cum,” she said, pulling his hair as he licked her clit, his tongue fast and soft. She moved her hips, moaning loud, her second cum coming fast as she held his head, her control making him try harder.

She cum, her pussy shaking, and pushed him away. Holding his cock, touching it slowly to keep him hard, her smile planning more. She sat on him again, her back to him, her ass moving as she took his cock in her pussy, tight and hot. “Fuck slow, make it good,” she said, opening her ass to show him, teasing him.

Rohan fucked as she said, his moans loud. Watching her ass, his cock deep, doing what she wanted, making her moan more. She pulled the blanket over them, the heat making it fun, saying, “Slow, don’t hurry.” Her control keeps him in her power.

Neha’s third cum came, her pussy tight on his cock, screaming under the blanket. But she stopped him from cumming. She moved off, sitting on his chest, her pussy wet, rubbing him, not touching his cock.

“You are good when you listen,” she said, kissing him hard. Her tongue in his mouth, her control never stopping. Rohan moaned, his cock hard, his body hers, making her want more dirty games.

She pushed him down, her pussy over his face, not touching. “Make me cum again,” she said, pinching his nipples. Her wet pussy making him try hard. Rohan licked her pussy, his tongue fast.

Her thighs shaking as she sat on his face, cumming hard, screaming, her pussy wet on his mouth. She moved down, holding his cock, touching it fast. “Cum now,” Neha said, licking his cock a little, making him moan.

Her lips on him as she moved her hand. Rohan moaned loud, his cock shooting cum, hot liquid on her boobs, her hand taking it all, her smile winning, her control finishing their hot start.

She lay next to him, both breathing hard, bodies wet with sweat, the bedroom full of their fucking smell. “This is just the start,” she said, “We have more to do.”

Rohan smiled, breathing hard, his eyes full of want, ready for her next game. Neha kissed him, her tongue hard, her control promising more hot fucking. Her phone beeped, and she saw a message from Vikram.

Vikram: Neha, are you serious about me? Tell me more.

Neha: Maybe. Come over this weekend, and find out.

She smiled, thinking of teasing Vikram, fucking him hard. Her pussy hot at the thought of making him hers, one dirty move at a time.