Keerthi’s hands shivered as she held the piece of cloth in her hand.
It looked sexy.
Frankly, she didn’t know if she could pull it off. The material was smooth as she ran her hand on it, her cheeks going red when she opened it completely.
Did her husband seriously expect her to wear it for him?
Her cheeks felt hot, as she imagined Vikram seeing her in something like that.
The negligee was short, it would most probably stop at her butt crease, the material was filled with lace, transparent everywhere.
Her husband would probably see everything even if she wore it, it was that transparent. The neck was deep, the bust area looked like it would fit someone who just hit puberty, her breasts would spill out of it, and was there seriously a thin strap that covered her modesty downstairs?
Though Vikram had seen her naked, she didn’t know if she was bold enough to carry something like this.
She blushed when she heard her husband clear his throat, shyly looking at him.
Vikram was relieved when his wife blushed, smiling at him, glad that he didn’t hear a, “You are just like any other man”, kind of statement.
Keerthi’s heart thudded when her husband kissed her neck,”Go”, he whispered.
Though she found it ridiculous that her husband bought her something like that, she couldn’t really be mad at him.
She frowned, when did he get it for her though?
She blushed as she looked at herself in the mirror. The damn thing stopped even above her mid thigh. It almost felt like she was naked below waist as she took slow steps out of the washroom.
Dammit. There was nothing to be shy about. Her husband had see her naked already, more times than she could count.
Vikram let his gaze sweep across his wife’s features as she stood in front of him shyly, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly.
She looked sexy.
She looked far better than all the times he had imagined her in it.
Red was totally his wife’s colour.
The thin straps of her dress resting on her shoulder, giving way to her full breasts, squished against the other, her cleavage appearing deeper than it normally was, her nipples standing upright for attention, the hourglass of her waist flowing down to her hips, stopping short at her upper thigh, her long legs in his vision.
He walked towards his wife, cupping her breasts in his hand as he squeezed them, the majority of it in his hand, he only had to tug it a bit and her breast would be out of the dress. He felt hard just looking at his wife.
He really had to buy more lingerie for her, if she was up for it.
He ran a hand on the skin of her naked back, fingering the margin of the dress that rested on the top of her butt crack.
She was naked, but she wasn’t.
He loved the concept.
He picked his wife in his arms, waling to their bed.
Keerthi closed her eyes when she felt her husband cup her bare ass, squeezing it in his palm, flushing when she felt his hand stroke her core from behind.
She couldn’t wear a bra or a panty.
They stood out too prominently when she tried.
Vikram caressed his wife’s bare thigh, as he placed a kiss on her breast, sucking on her skin.
Could he pull her breast out with his mouth? he tried, biting his wife’s breast, licking as he pulled it out of the dress bit by bit.
Keerthi moaned when one of her breasts out of the dress, making her feel exposed.
She placed a kiss on her husband’s lips, shy to provide him the view.
Vikram turned his wife around, to get a view of her back, his dick pulsating when he saw the barely there piece of cloth squeezing her ass.
He ran a hand on the back of her thigh, smiling when his wife pushed her ass into his hand, squeezing her over the netted cloth. He could almost feel her bare skin through it. He place light kisses on her slender neck, his hand reaching down to cup her below, taking a sharp breath when he found her underside almost bare. The breadth of his index finger was more than the strip that covered her entrance. He pushed it aside, feeling his wife’s moist folds as he sucked on his wife’s neck.
Keerthi held her husband’s hand around her waist for support, her legs quivering as her husband rubbed circles around her. She couldn’t stand upright as he continued pleasuring her, her legs spreading involuntarily when her husband stroked her.
Vikram kissed his wife, their tongues softly moving against the other as he slipped the strap of her shoulder, his hands going around her thighs, lifting her up.
Keerthi moaned into her husband’s mouth, her hands going to unzip his pants, feeling him through his boxers.
Vikram squished his wife’s breasts, biting the side of it as he pulled the dress off her.
Though he loved it on her, he wanted her bare now.
Vikram spread his wife’s folds, running his erect penis over it, spreading her juices.
Vikram positioned himself at his wife’s entrance, looking at her.
Keerthi only nodded at her husband’s question, crying out in surprise, groaning in pleasure when her husband rubbed her already sensitive clit up and down.
Keerthi’s back arched off the bed when her husband moved inside her, the sensation was out of the world.
It felt so good.
Vikram smiled smugly when his wife’s screams got louder.
The sensation was truly mind-blowing, even for him as her walls clenched every time he thrusted into her.
Keerthi’s breaths shuddered, she wanted to push her husband’s hand on her clit away. She was getting overstimulated.
She cried out when her husband sucked her nipple, still moving inside her. She didn’t know where to concentrate. Sweat coated her body as her husband fucked her, thrusting in and out of her at a mad pace.
Vikram hissed when his wife’s walls clenched around him, squeezing her breast as he pushed into her.
Keerthi’s body trembled when her orgasm approached, her walls squeezing her husband inside her, as she came. leaving her limp on the bed as she let her husband find his own release. Her head felt heavy, her orgasm was too intense.
Vikram plunged into his wife a few more times before her released, kissing his wife’s mouth.
Vikram glanced at the point their bodies met, he liked their contact, he usually didn’t feel like pulling away even when they were done.
He licked his wife’s neck,”That was amazing.”
Keerthi blushed,”It was”, she mumbled, wincing when her husband moved.
Keerthi winced when her husband pulled away. She felt so full when he was inside her, so when he withdrew she felt rather empty.
Though they had sex multiple times, it hurt every single time he pulled away.
Vikram sighed, placing a hand under his head as he pulled his wife towards him.
Vikram smiled as his wife snuggled into him. He kissed his wife’s neck, cupping her ass.
It felt good to finally fuck his wife without a barrier.