It was a warm Sunday and Madiha was on her third day of the menstrual cycle. Ziya was out with her friends, and Almaas had also left to personally invite some of her friends and relatives for the walima of Madiha and Zafar that was taking place on the next Saturday.
It was just the couple at home. Zafar was in his study, working. Madiha was in the room, reading a book on her kindle. She normally was not an avid reader, just reading some self-help books once in a while. But right now, she was in the middle of reading a very spicy scene from a very mature book. Never in her life had she been interested in such books, but sex with Zafar had opened the doors to a world which she didn't know existed. She wanted to know more about it, she wanted to learn more and then she wanted to try them with him.
Currently, the male lead in the novel had forced the female lead on her knees and was making her suck her cock. Madiha's eyes widened and her lips went dry as she read the detailed scene of how he was fucking her mouth. When the chapter ended, she had to close the book and think about what she had just read. In her defense, she didn't even know you could do so much to a man with just your mouth before this book. And that made her wonder if it was just imaginary, written for the sake of fiction. But then she remembered what all Zafar had made her feel with just his tongue. If a man could do that, surely a woman could too. And there was just one way to find out.
The rational part of her brain wanted to wait till Zafar finishes his work, but the impatience in her didn't care. They'd been cuddling to sleep since the past three days, and as crazy as it sounded, Madiha was cursing her periods for ruining the nights she could have spent taken raw by her husband. This was the longest she had gone without sex ever since experiencing it for the first time, and she could not wait to get back at it. But till her periods didn't end, things like mouth and hands would have to do.
She barged inside his office, making him look up from his laptop.
"How long are you going to work?" She asked, folding both her hands on her chest, deliberately pushing her breasts up.
His eyes flicked down to her chest, a hint of her cleavage visible through the opened buttons of her shirt. "Why?"
"It is the weekend. Don't you think you should give time to your family instead of spending time with this stupid thing?" She pointed at his MacBook.
He was amused at the choice of her words. "This thing is not stupid." He closed the laptop lid. "And what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Umm," She thought she could directly ask him to makeout, but all her guts melted away in front of his intense gaze. "Anything you like."
Smirking, he shook his head. "Trust me, sweetheart, your body isn't in the condition to give me what I want."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuse me, just because I am bleeding 2.7 ounces of blood and experiencing mild to intense cramps doesn't mean I am not capable of handling your..shenanigans."
She did not know where all this sassiness was coming from.
"'Shenanigans' is defined as a devious trick. I don't remember being devious with you ever." He was standing right in front of her by now. "I have always kept my intentions very honest." His voice turned heavy with lust in the end.
She exhaled loudly and subconsciously moved closer to find his lips. Their breath mingling together felt so good, but so less. She wanted more. So much more.
"Zafar," The way she moaned his name never failed to turn him on. And without wasting any time, he was kissing her. His fingers tangling with her hair, their tongue fighting each other for dominance.
"Fuck, I have missed this." He said and started placing kisses all over her neck. He even bit and sucked her soft spot.
Her head was thrown back to give him more space when she decided to test the water by touching him down there. He jerked away, looking at her with a hard glare. "Don't start things you can't finish, beautiful."
"But I can finish it." She pouted.
He looked at her for a couple more seconds. "Have your periods ended?"
"No," She bit her lips. "But there are other ways.."
That made him smirk. "What other ways?"
"You know what other ways." She cutely said.
He shook his head, still smirking. "I don't think so."
She glared at him. "You know. But if you don't want it, I think I will just leave."
Just as she turned her heels, she was pulled back onto his hard chest. "Not so soon, sweetheart. You need to finish what you started."
He held both her hands and placed them on his rock hard dick. "You feel that? This is what you do to me every damn time. Just one look at you, and I have a tent inside my pants. Is this how I am going to live my entire life, with a fucking hard on all the time?"
The cock jerked as she held it with both her palms even though there were two layers of fabric between them.
"As if you don't enjoy that!" She spoke before she could stop herself.
His eyes darkened. "Aren't you being a smart mouth today?"
She started to slowly move her hands up and down his length.
"Is this because you want to get punished?" He asked.
She bit her lips. "Maybe."
He pushed all her wavy hair back from her face and placed his palms on both her shoulders. "Get on your knees, Madiha."
She obliged instantly. She was here for this, and he was giving it to her.
He unbuckled his belt and took it off. "Put your hands on your back."
She did. He rounded around her to tie her wrists with the belt.
"How is that fair? When you went down on me, you had my hands tied. Now I am going down on you, and you again tied my hands?" She complained.
He came back in front of her. "Because I am the boss here, sweetheart."
"Did you not say that you won the ring for me at the ring finding ritual?" She raised an eyebrow. "That means that I get to boss around in our marriage."
He chuckled. "Yes, in all the matters outside the bedroom, whatever you say goes. But, sweetheart, inside the bedroom, I am the dominant and you are mine to dominate. Whatever I say, you do. I get to treat you however the fuck I want to, and you would take it like a good girl. Right?"
His powerful voice sent shivers down her spine. She could feel her vagina soaking up. But was she going to agree to that? No.
"I don't think so."
"Oh please! Let's not pretend that you don't like that." He growled, "Let's not pretend that if I check your sweet pussy right now, it won't be dripping for me."
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. "But I like your confidence though. Trying to deny that you don't enjoy me treating you like a slut when you're practically kneeling in front of me with your hands tied, waiting for my cock to fill you up. So I suggest you stop with these snarky comments and open wide. Let me show you what that mouth is actually made for."
His dick appeared in front of her eyes. His huge, throbbing, hard dick with precum oozing out of it. She licked her dry lips and parted her lips.
"Wider." He said as he lined the tip of the cock at the entrance.
She went wider. "There, like that." He slowly started to slide himself inside her warm mouth. "Don't use your teeth, just the tongue."
She nodded as the cock reached the back of her throat. She tried remembering what she had read in the book and started to apply it. Her tongue swiped up and down his length which made his growl in pleasure. "That's right. You're doing so good."
She hummed in response, which sent shivers down his hardness. That made him lose control over himself and he pushed himself deeper down her throat. His balls were now plastered against her chin. Feeling him so deep inside, she gagged. He pulled out as a reflex, which made saliva drop from the corner of her mouth. She could barely inhale enough oxygen before he was inside her again.
He gathered all her hair in a fist before starting to properly fuck her mouth. Going in deep. Staying for a second or two. Pulling out. Repeat. He was fucking her pretty much the same way he fucked her pussy. And he was pleasantly surprised at how good she was at giving a blowjob. She was gagging, but she still was not asking him to stop. Her chest heaving up and down, her eyes filled with tears and her mouth full of him, she was such a sight to behold.
It didn't take long before he felt his pressure building. He knew he wasn't going to last long. And even though he wanted nothing more than loading himself in her warm mouth, he didn't want to overwhelm her the first time. So he decided to ask. "Do you think you can take it?"
To his surprise, she nodded.
"Are you sure? If I release in you, you will have to swallow every fucking drop."
She nodded again. And so he came deep inside her throat. A string of curses left his mouth as he sprayed jets of him in her. And as promised, she drank it. Well, most of it. A little managed to slide down her lips, onto her chin.
He used his finger to stop the white liquid from escaping and brought it back to her lips. She licked that off as well. "You did great, sweetheart."
She smiled tiredly. Her jaw was feeling numb.
He leaned down to kiss her lips, where he could taste himself. Then he carried her to the bathroom where she rinsed and brushed her teeth. Zafar also cleaned up.
"Are you going back to work?" She asked.
He shook his head. "My wife wanted me to spend the weekend with my family. So that's what we're going to do."
She blushed at that. "Really?"
"I told you, outside the bedroom, whatever you say goes." He pecked her lips. "So you tell me, Mrs Abraar, what do you want to do?"
"We're having a SRK movie marathon." She excitedly screamed with a huge smile.
He was not a Bollywood fan, but he would do anything in this world to keep that smile intact on his wife's face. Even if it meant spending the day watching SRK spread his arms dramatically and say cheesy dialogues.
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I finally have a holiday today. One day, after weeks!!