Longing for each other!! – OS
Be alert before reading as its kind of hot..!!
Sanskar’s POV started.,
“Damn it Mr. Varma….!!” I shouted as my patience with my boss diminished.
“There is a damn fine line between filing this claim legally and committing fraud!”
My boss bit down on his cigar harder, his eyes narrowing.
He obviously didn’t like my attitude but that’s the way I’ve always been.
Laid back and easy going until I’m pushed, and he had pushed me far enough today.
“Well I can obviously tell that you’re either too incompetent or too lazy to perform the job I hired you for Sanskar.”
That was it. I’d been putting in 60 hours a week or more for more than 3 months and spending less and less time with my gorgeous wife Swara and children.
Swara was going without the attention that a woman needs in her life to make her feel s*xy and special.
Her longing for me to come home and make love to her, and my failure to do so because of work and stress had been bothering me the past few weeks.
Now this half pint son of a b***c was telling me I was lazy and incompetent because I refused to commit fraud.
We all have our cut off switches and he had just flipped mine.
I’m a tall guy. About 6’4 and 224 pounds, So when I got up from the chair in my bosses office I drew on every inch of my size to make my boss feel inferior.
“If you think for one second that I’m going to go to jail for this shitty hole in the wall business that you’re running into the ground, then maybe you should go have your head examined!” I didn’t feel that was insulting enough so I tacked on “You f**king douche-bag.” Just for good measure.
He leaned back in his chair, obviously feeling uncomfortable with my anger.
I added to this by leaning over his desk and putting both of my hands on top of it.
“If you think that I’m lazy and incompetent then maybe you need to find out what it’s like around here when you hire somebody who doesn’t have a clue how to handle my job.”
“I…If you think for one second that you’re g-going to talk to m-me like that,” my boss stuttered as he failed to put together a coherent sentence.
“I’ll talk to you however I damn well please! I’ve put up with your bullshit attitude long enough. Consider this my letter of resignation!”
I shouted flipping him off, my hand not 6 inches from his face.
I stood up and started towards the door.
“I’m going to the accountant to draw my paycheck.”
I said and then slammed the door to his office.
It was about 1:30 in the afternoon when I pulled up into the driveway of my house.
I had stopped by a hardware supply company that had contacted me previously about employment on my way home and was immediately granted an interview and hired that day as an inventory control manager.
It’s not every day you flip off your former boss and then walk right into a job that pays better and offers you better benefits for your family, but today was going great for me, and I was bound and determined to make up my lost time with my beautiful wife Swara during this week that I was taking off.
I had stopped by a friend of my families, who had a roadside market, and bought my wife Swara some hyacinths, her favorite flowers.
My truck has some custom exhaust pipes that Swara adores and she knows when her hubby comes home.
I saw a movement in the blinds of the bathroom and as I walked up the front steps of my house she opened the front door.
Swara was standing there in a big bath towel wrapped around her, dripping on the tile in the foyer.
“You’re home early….!!” Swara chirped in that cute seductive voice of hers.
Clearly she was happy that I made the effort to come home to be with her.
“How did you get the day off?” Swara asked as she opened her towel a bit, giving me the briefest of flashes of one of her br*asts before she closed it tighter around her so it wouldn’t fall off.
I felt arousal. I had missed Swara’s body and warmth and neglected her the past few months trying to get ahead in the world, and the whole time the only thing she wanted was not money or a new car, but for her husband to take her into her arms and make love to her over and over again.
“I quit.” I stated simply.
“What? You quit! What happened?” Swara said as she held the front door open for me to come inside.
“The boss wanted me to commit fraud in order to get some extra money. I told him my wife said her husband is to pretty to go to jail and then walked out!”
“You’re a terrible liar sugar.” Swara said as she gave me a hug around my waist. My little wife only stands about 5’3″ tall which makes her big tits look all that much bigger.
“Na, what I told him isn’t proper to repeat in front of pretty girls and children.”
Saying the word children suddenly made me aware that my 5 years old Sara and my 3 years old Agam were nowhere to be found.
“But,” I said, as I pulled away from her, looking into her eyes, “I stopped by that supply house out on 65 high way on my way home and they hired me on the spot!”
“What?” Swara exclaimed.
“You quit your job and an hour later you have another one?”
“It’s true!” I said simply.
“Not only another job but one that pays much better, it has actual benefits and, the best part is they don’t work over 40 hours a week!”
“Oh Sanskar..!!” Swara cried, as she jumped up off the floor and threw her arms around my neck.
“I’ve been praying that you’d find a job where they would treat you right! I’ve been so lonely without you hear and the kids miss you so much!” My tool was at full attention known as she pressed her tits up against me.
“You don’t have to be lonely anymore sweetheart!” I said.
Then I suddenly remembered that I had been trying to hide her favorite flowers from her. “Here babe, these are for you!”
“Awwe Sanskar! You remembered that hyacinths are my favorite!” Swara took the flowers from my hand and stuck her nose in them, inhaling deeply. “Oh Cuttie, I love you so much!”
“I love you too gorgeous.” Then remembering for the third time I added, “So where are my babies..??”
“Oh, your mother came by and took them to the zoo today. Don’t you remember me telling you that?”
“No, I guess I don’t.” I said feeling a bit ashamed of myself. “So you’re saying there are no kids to walk in on us today?”
My wife Swara caught on quickly as she took the flowers into the kitchen, setting them on the table and smelling them once more.
“That’s right baby. It’s just me and you right now.” Swara sauntered over towards me as I stood in the doorway. “And your wife is going to make sure that every second that I have alone is in your arms.”
Swara stood up on her tip toes; wrapping her arms around my neck and making me bend down to kiss her.
The kiss was long, hot and lingering.
It contained all the pent up s*xual energy and tension from my neglecting her.
Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth searching for my tongue and when she found it she sucked it into her mouth and moved back and forth on it like she was giving me a blowjob.
I retracted my tongue and inhaled a breath.
I smelled the smell that women have after taking a bath or shower.
A couple of scented bath soaps and shower gels, mixed with the pleasant aroma of Swara’s skin and damp hair. To say that my tool was hard would be an understatement. It was damn near a steel rod.
Swara didn’t give me any time to linger. She was back inside my mouth tongue flickering and dancing around like she hadn’t been kissed in years.
I eased her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.
I sucked and nibbled on her neck, working up to suck on an earlobe and then ran my tongue behind her ear.
This drives Swara crazy and in no time I had her moaning in pleasure and felt her body shivering.
“Oh Sanskarrr!” she moaned breathlessly. “You haven’t kissed me like this in such a long time!”
I didn’t say a word.
My job right now was to make sure that my wife got the pleasure she had been deprived of for so long.
My free hand worked its way down to find her large tits. I rubbed them through her towel only to find myself annoyed at the fact I wasn’t touching her bare skin.
I moved my mouth back to hers and sucked her tongue into my mouth as my free hand worked her towel loose and dropped it to the floor.
I wasted no time. I was hot and horny for my gorgeous bride and was determined not to disappoint. I dropped down to my knees and took one large perfect nipple into my mouth. This always drives Gina insane.
“Oh my God Sanskar..!!” Swara panted heavily.
Swara took her hands and pushed on the back of my head, burying my face deeper into her tits.
Swara let me out to catch a breath, but only one breath because before I knew it she had me laying on my back in the living room and she was frantically unbuttoning my shirt, biting and sucking on my nipples once they were exposed.
I moaned loudly as she licked and kissed her way down to my belt. Talking it off in one deft motion she unbuttoned my jeans as I kicked my slip on boots off.
“God baby, you’re so hard!” Gina observed as she reached into my boxers and placed a small hand around my throbbing tool, stroking it a bit.
Swara then promptly threw her hips around so that her dripping core was in my face.
I wasted no time and did not either. Like two starving people go after a loaf of bread, we attacked each other’s s*xuality and did our best to devour as much of each other as possible. Swara sucked hard and fast on my tool. Then she would pull off it and rub it on her face like she couldn’t get enough of me.
I planted my mouth on her core and sucked on it, making soft quick circles. I reached up and grabbed her a*s and spread her cheeks apart a little, kneading her butt like a baker kneads dough. Cries of passion and hunger for each other began to grow louder. The space that had grown between us had begun to dissipate into intimacy and longing to please each other like we never had before.
As my gorgeous bride worked my engorged tool, I slid my finger into her hot, wet, dripping core. Feeling around for the rough spot of skin on the inside of her core, I let my finger to her right spot and began making a “come here” motion. Swara’s body tensed up as I slowly applied more and more pressure. Moans of ecstasy grew louder from her muffled mouth and eventually she gave up sucking on my tool and just held it up against her face occasionally stroking it.
I pulled my finger out of her steaming core and spat on my fingers. In one gentle, slow motion I slid two fingers in her core and my pinky finger in her a*s. Swara let out a long pleasure filled moan as I worked my middle and index fingers on her right spot and was moving my fingers just a little.
Swara’s body was in a perpetual state of tension by this time. I walked my fingers up and down on her right spot and finally gave it a firm push.
Swara gripped my tool and sunk the fingernails of her other hand into my thigh. I moaned a little bit in pain but quickly stifled it because this was for my wife.
By beautiful, big-br*asted bride collapsed on me in a heap, as I kissed around on her thighs and core. Shivers and quakes ran through the course of her body.
Swara turned around sat up on my chest. and she leaned down to kiss me. It was a long deep kiss. I moaned as she let up.
Swara then sat up, reached behind her, grabbed my tool and then let herself down on it. We both cried out in passion as her warm, tight core slid down onto my tool.
We started slow, like we always do. I let her set the pace as my tool slid in and out of her. She tilted her head back and bit her lower lip. “Oh baby! it feels soooo damn good!” Swara’s core loosened up a bit and she picked up the pace. As she f**ked me her big, her tits flopped up and down. She grabbed them, partly to keep them from hurting and partly because she knew how crazy it made me. As I caressed her belly and worked my way up she grabbed my hands and firmly planted them on her tits.
“There… you’re better at this anyway.” She moaned as she leaned her hands back on my thighs and let loose.
In every marriage, there are times that the couple will never forget. This day was one of those times. Swara put her feet flat on the floor, and worked her pelvis up and down, grinding hard on me as my tool went deep inside her hot body.
We didn’t say much to each other. (Unless can considering screams of ecstasy and passion talking.)
I pulled Swara down on top of me and took over the pace. I held her close to me so that her a*s stuck in the air and her tits were pressed against me. I rammed my tool into her fabulous core. Her moans became closer and louder. I didn’t let up. My own body began screaming at me to slow down or blow, but I did my best to ignore it. Swara sat up a little and began kissing and biting my neck. Her heavy breathing and moaning in my ears wasn’t helping me delay blowing my hot sticky load into her core. I had to do something and quick. Reaching down with both hands I grabbed her a*s and spread her cheeks apart. Not only did this give me good leverage to f**k her. I spit on my finger and slid it into her a*s just a little bit.
That was it. Swara sat leaned up, and sunk her fingernails into my back as she had the orgasm of a lifetime. I yelled at the top of my lungs that I was Cumming and the shot my load into my gorgeous wife’s spasm filled body. Swara, my gorgeous, s*x deprived wife collapsed on top of me in a heap.
We laid there, her on top of me for what seemed to be hours, though most likely it was mere minuets.
Soaking up the afterglow and intimacy of the moment. That was the last day that Swara remained s*x deprived.
And now my new job allows me to come home at 5:00 at night and meet my wife, who waits for me on the front porch every night with open arms.
Sanskar’s POV ended.