Sandhya – Waxed pussy used by neighbour

Sandhya - Waxed pussy used by neighbour
It was a typical hot July Tuesday in Abu Dhabi. I felt daring after my first Brazilian wax. The sensation of smoothness between my legs was foreign yet enticing. Maya, the aesthetician, had me wanting more, curious to explore my sensuality further. As I entered my cool apartment, the sharp contrast to the desert heat outside soothed my skin. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, my freshly bare pussy sending shivers down my spine. Recalling Maya’s touch, my fingers wandered downwards, teasing the sensitive skin. I imagined what other pleasures lay unexplored. Dressed in a loose dress that hid the absence of underwear, I spritzed on some perfume, a final touch before the man I’d been chatting with online arrived. Prem, intrigued by my newly waxed state, had promised to taste me, and I yearned for that moment. The knock on the door quickened my pulse. I took a deep breath and opened it, finding a tall, dark-haired man with intense eyes. “Prem,” I acknowledged, my voice husky with anticipation. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he replied, “Sandhya, you look beautiful.” I stepped aside, my heart racing as he entered, closing the door behind him. Prem pulled me into his arms, and I melted against his strong frame, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. His hands burned through the thin fabric of my dress as we kissed deeply, hungrily. Breaking away, Prem guided me towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving my body. My heart pounded with excitement. He pushed me gently onto the bed and began to remove my dress slowly. His eyes reflected the desire that consumed me. Naked and exposed before him, I felt both vulnerable and extremely aroused. Prem knelt between my legs, his gaze fixed on my bare pussy, and then he lowered his mouth to taste me. His tongue teased me, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body. He took his time, exploring every inch of my freshly waxed pussy with his mouth and hands. I moaned, encouraging him to continue. He responded by delving deeper, his tongue circling my clit, driving me wild. “Oh God, Prem, don’t stop,” I whispered, bucking my hips as he teased me closer to the edge. With each flick of his tongue and slow thrust of his finger, he pushed me further, and I whimpered, desperate for release. Prem knew what he was doing, drawing out the pleasure and holding me in a state of delicious anticipation. Just when I thought I might explode, he suckled my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Prem continued to lick and suckle, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him. “Your turn,” I breathed, reaching for his pants, eager to taste him too. With a swift movement, I undid his belt, freeing his hard cock. Thick and veined, it sprang to attention, and I took it in my hand, stroking slowly, admiring the way his hips bucked in response. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasting the evidence of his arousal. He hissed, his hands tangling in my hair. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I swirled my tongue, hollowed my cheeks, and used every trick I knew to pleasure him. “Fuck, Sandhya, your mouth feels incredible,” he groaned, his hips arching slightly. I pulled off with a pop, only to trail kisses along his length before taking him back into my mouth, sucking hard. His cock twitched and pulsed. I reached down to cup his balls gently, massaging them as I continued to suck. “I’m getting close,” he warned, his voice tight with control. I wanted him to cum, but my pussy ached to feel him inside me. With a wicked smile, I released him from my mouth and straddled his lap, guiding his cock to my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by inch until he filled me. We moaned in unison as I began to ride him, my hips moving in a sensual rhythm. Prem’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rose and fell, his cock sliding deep within me. The pleasure coiled tightly within me as I threw my head back, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Prem watched, his eyes never leaving my body, dark with desire. My phone rang, interrupting the moment, and I recognized my husband’s ringtone. “Don’t stop,” Prem groaned, his hands squeezing my ass. My heart raced, guilt washing over me as I answered the call, my voice breathless. “Hello?” “Hey, honey, it’s me. How are you?” my husband’s voice came through. “I’m… fine,” I managed, my voice shaking as Prem began to thrust up into me, his cock claiming me fully. “You sound busy,” my husband said, laughter in his voice. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” “No… I mean, yes,” I stammered, my brain fogging with pleasure as Prem’s cock filled me over and over. “I’m just… tidying up.” Prem’s hands cupped my breasts, massaging and squeezing as he fucked me from below. I bit my lip, fighting a moan, but the sensation was too intense. “Oh, God!” I cried out, my body shaking as an orgasm ripped through me. “What was that?” my husband asked, worry creeping into his voice. “Nothing… just… a spider,” I lied, struggling to catch my breath as Prem showed no signs of slowing down. “It startled me, that’s all.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” my husband pressed, his concern growing. “Yes… I… just…” I trailed off, unable to form words, as Prem’s hips snapped up into mine, driving me wild. “Cum for me, Sandhya,” Prem growled, his voice hoarse and filled with need. I obeyed willingly, my pussy clenching around him as I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my release. Prem grunted, his cock twitching as he filled me with his hot cum, his orgasm overtaking him. Collapsing onto his chest, I tried to regain my breath as my husband’s voice filtered through the phone, concerned and confused.

“Honey? You still there?” Gathering myself, I responded, my voice shaky, “Yes… sorry, I was just in the shower.” “Okay, well, just wanted to check in. Love you.” “Love you too,” I replied, guilt washing over me as I ended the call, realizing the depth of my deception. Prem held me close, his arms tight around me, nuzzling my hair. “That was hot,” he murmured. A mix of emotions swirled within me as I lay there, exhausted and sated. Prem’s fingers traced patterns on my back. My eyes landed on a family photo—a stark reminder of the life I’d just cheated on. But the pleasure he’d given me, the satisfaction of indulging my fantasies, was undeniable. Little did I know, this encounter would be the first of many, each more intense and forbidden than the last. As Prem’s fingers continued their lazy path along my skin, I felt his other hand move down to cup my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch felt electric, and I moaned softly, my body still sensitive from the intense orgasms. Prem’s finger then traced lower, teased the rim of my ass, sending a jolt of excitement through me. “Do you like that?” he asked, his breath hot on my neck. I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “Yes,” I whispered. I’d never explored anal play before, but the idea excited me. Prem’s finger gently probed, circling my rim before slowly pushing inside. I sucked in a breath. The sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced. It felt deliciously naughty. I widened my legs, giving him better access. His finger moved slowly at first, then with more confidence, in and out, stretching and filling me in a whole new way. As Prem’s finger worked its magic, he continued to kiss and suck on my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. His free hand moved to my pussy, rubbing my clit in slow, tantalizing circles. My body was on fire, sensations building again, and I moaned, my head falling back to give him better access to my neck. Then, suddenly, Prem’s finger stilled, and I felt him chuckle softly against my skin. “What?” I asked, my voice clouded with pleasure. He gestured with his chin towards the wall. I followed his gaze to a family portrait hanging there. It was a photo of me, my husband, and our two children taken on our last vacation. In the photo, I looked happy and content. The contrast to my current state—naked, wanton, being pleasured by a man who wasn’t my husband—was stark. “Does it turn you on?” Prem asked, his finger still buried in my ass, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Knowing how dirty this is, how much of a cheating slut you are?” Instead of being offended, his words only fueled my desire. I nodded, biting my lip as a rush of wetness pooled between my legs. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice little more than a breath. “Look at it,” he commanded. “Look at your husband’s face as I finger-fuck your ass and rub your pussy.” Obediently, I turned my head to look at the photo, my heart pounding. There we were, smiling for the camera, a seemingly happy family, unaware of the dirty secrets I now harboured. Looking at my husband’s face, imagining his shock as if he knew what I was doing, only added to my arousal. Prem’s finger moved faster, curling and rubbing against spots inside me that had me seeing stars. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, circling, flicking, driving me closer to the edge. My pussy clenched, and I cried out, my body tensing as an orgasm loomed. “Cum for me, Sandhya. Cum for me while you look at your family,” Prem growled, his voice rough with his desire. His words pushed me over, and I screamed, my body shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. Prem kept fingering my ass and rubbing my clit through the aftershocks, drawing out my pleasure. I thought I’d pass out from the intensity. Finally, he slowed, then stopped, kissing my neck softly. “That was amazing,” he whispered, his breath still ragged. I turned my head back to face him, my eyes dazed with pleasure. “It was,” I agreed, my voice hoarse. “I never knew…” “Knew what?” he prompted. “How much I’d enjoy being a dirty slut,” I confessed, my cheeks flaming. Prem smiled, his eyes dark and hungry. “We’re just getting started, Sandya. I have so many more plans for you.” I shivered, equal parts nervous and excited. I couldn’t wait to discover what other pleasures and forbidden fantasies lay ahead.