Welcome Break

Manisha turned the key in the keyhole, pushed open the door and entered. She saw Mike scrunched up against his workstation.

He looked at her and smiled.

She folded her arms and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I hate it when you ignore me, like you did the whole week,” she remarked.

“I’m sorry, darling. I have to present this paper on Monday,” he explained apologetically.

“It’s Friday evening. You worked the whole week and need to relax,” she persisted.

“I know, darling. But this can’t wait,” he insisted.

Manisha simply shrugged her shoulders and disappeared into the bathroom carrying the bag she had brought with her. She had carefully selected a thigh-length, cream teddy with a plunging neckline. Changing into the sexy dress, she was reminded of their chance meeting in a Delhi nightclub. That one night stand had blossomed into a torrid affair. Much later they made the shocking discovery that her son was Mike’s college mate. That awareness further fanned the embers of their passion.

She walked out of the bathroom, confident that her deep cleavage and smooth, naturally-tanned legs would stir his desires and bring him to bed. Her need for him was almost addictive. His endless libido was the perfect outlet to her oversexed disposition which her wealthy husband grossly neglected. The last one week without Mike’s company had become an unbearable ordeal, and she was determined to break the drought. It helped that her husband and son were both away.

Manisha crept up behind him and placed her dexterous fingers on his neck. She could feel his tension and kneaded the flesh to give him relief.

“That feels so nice, Manisha. But you should really be leaving me alone.”

“You can do your work, Mike. I’m just helping you unwind,” she whispered and nibbled his ears.

“But you know me well. Your fingers are working their magic and making me horny.”

She gave a throaty laugh. “You’ve a dirty mind. I’m only massaging your neck.”

She saw him look over her thoroughly as if undressing her with his eyes.

“I can’t help it if you’re so sexy,” he complimented.

“Come to bed. Let me give you a nice body massage.”

“I really can’t. But I guess it’s not a bad idea.” he said and rose from his seat. She held his hand, led him to the bed and made him set at the edge.

She proceeded to remove his t shirt, when he protested. “Is it necessary to remove my clothes?”

“Of course, honey.” She removed his shorts and giggled on seeing his erect manhood. “You’re so big and hard!”

“You always do this to me,” he groaned.

Manisha pinned him to his back and straddled him. She leaned forward and rubbed her palms on his neck and cascaded down to his shoulders. She trailed her sharp nails across the taut skin of his chest and belly.

“That feels so nice, darling.”

Locking gazes with him she reached behind her head and released the clasp of her waist-length smooth black hair. It scattered around her shoulders giving her a wild and lustful look. She dropped her head and slid the tip of her hair over his naked chest making him writhe with pleasure.

“Manisha!” he moaned.

She didn’t respond, instead removed her teddy and cast it away. She could feel his hardness poked against her hips. She snaked down his body, wrapped her slender fingers around it and kissed it. She rolled her tongue against its considerable length before burying it inside her warm throat.

“I will cum inside your mouth, baby,” he groaned when he felt her sensuous lips on his shaft.

“Don’t worry,” she mumbled.

“I can’t hear you!”

She released him. “How can you when your monster is choking my mouth?”

“Darling, I want to be inside you. I can’t take this any longer,” he moaned

“Of course, baby.” She straddled him again.

“Would you want me to be on top?” he asked.

“No. You’ve worked hard all weekend. You need some rest. Let me work on you.”

She rubbed her aching womanhood on his hardness and the crown edged inside on its own.

“Oh darling, what was that? You didn’t even have to guide me inside you.”

“It’s because I’m so wet and you’re so hard.” She said as she eased himself on top of him; relishing immensely as his raging manhood pierced through her soft wet folds and filled her completely. She started riding him as he thrust into her from below. Their bodies discovered a sweet rhythm. She smothered his face with her bountiful breasts. He pinched and bit them, making her scream. They reached an explosive crescendo. His warm seed flooded her womb, partially quelling her needs. Her body tightened at the same time as orgasmic waves engulfed her being.

“Oh Manisha! I really needed that,” he exclaimed.

‘I know, baby. You need to get some sleep now,” she cajoled.

“But, I need to complete my project,” he spoke ruefully.

“You still have two full days, and I won’t distract you. I promise,” Manisha said.

Mike wasn’t listening. He had already dozed off.

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