Work Hard, Play Harder Ch. 04

Closeness? As Mukesh listened to the torrent of water from the next room, he had one thing on his mind or, more to the point, he had one thing in his hand... one very hard thing. It was too much. She was the one who teased him. Could she blame him if he chose to do something about it, something which would involve the two of them getting very close indeed?

Moments later, Mukesh stood naked just inside the doorway of a now steamy bathroom. Sophiya had her back to him. He couldn't help but stare at his wife as she washed her hair, brilliant white suds running down her tanned skin, rinsed to the floor by a stream of cascading warm water. Sophiya was the sort who struggled to stand still, and even here in the shower there was a seductive wiggle to her hips.

Before he knew it, Mukesh was slowly stroking his huge erection. He was careful not to make a sound, but under cover from the background noise of the torrent of water and extractor fan, he took a few steps towards the walk-in shower. He was now in touching distance of her cute ass, but still she faced the other way. His eyes fixed on that pert ass, watching it sway from side to side as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair.

Oh god, how he loved that ass, how he dreamt of taking it. One day, Mukesh told himself. One day he would tie her up and take her cute ass. Just thinking about it, and helped by his stroking hand, he stood hard and proud, a matter of inches behind his beautiful wife. That day hadn't arrived yet, but it was only a matter of time. He would never do anything she didn't want to but was ready and willing the minute she said yes.

As for now, with his hand still stroking his manhood, Mukesh was ready for something else. What he needed was an opportunity. That came quite by accident, Sophiya's elbow knocking the soap onto the floor. She bent over at the waist to pick up the bar of soap. As she did so, she ended up pushing her cute ass backwards, forcing itself onto...

"Oooh," Sophiya gasped as a certain hardness pressed up against the crack between her cheeks. "What have we here?"

She gave a wiggle of her ass, enjoying the feel of her husband's erection against her pert flesh. It wasn't quite what she had in mind when she had told him she was going to freshen up, but now he was here, she could make good use of him. She moved a couple of steps out from under the cascading water.

"Here," Sophiya continued, holding out the bar of soap. "Be a darling and wash my back."

Mukesh didn't hesitate, taking the bar of soap and rubbing it gently across her shoulders and back. He lathered up his own hands, placed the soap back on the shelf, then went to work. Starting at the shoulders, Mukesh massaged the creamy suds into his wife's smooth skin, listening contently to her satisfied murmurings as his fingers worked their magic against her flesh. He worked every inch of her shoulders, pressing hard against her supple muscles, causing Sophiya to lean against the shower wall, her forearms now stopping her from falling forward.

Slowly, keeping to the same mix of massage and gentle caress, Mukesh worked his way downwards, following the natural curve of her spine, across her midriff, towards that pert little ass. He grabbed the bar of soap once more and started to lather up her cheeks and upper thighs. Returning the soap to the shelf once more, Mukesh went to work on her firm buttocks, kneading each in turn as he massaged the suds into her young skin.

"Mmmm," moaned Sophiya as he worked away at her pert little ass. "That's nice."

She never could resist the way he massaged her buttocks. Usually, it was a little fragrant warm oil which helped his fingers slide across her firm flesh, but soap was a great second best. Already she could feel her resolve dropping, and by the time Mukesh turned his attention to her upper thighs, Sophiya had spread her feet slightly and was pushing her ass out against his hands, trying her best to direct his attention to where she wanted it.

Mukesh was never one to turn down an invitation, and quickly started to work her more firmly. He would alternate his focus between her thighs and ass. Mukesh massaged her outer thighs with his fingers, at the same time running his thumbs up her more tender inner areas and generating a gasp as he nudged gently against her now tingling sex. He worked her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, kneading firmly at her flesh, watching as her pussy smiled back at him, her snatch ringed by the neatest kempt frame of soft hair.

He could feel Sophiya responding to his every touch. Intentionally, she was moving her body against his hands. Her moans, still a mix of gentle oohs and aghhs, told how much she was enjoying the attention. He had become used to it; in fact, he enjoyed the way in which Sophiya never left anything to the imagination. She was a passionate lover, an enthusiastic lover, a most vocal lover, and Mukesh loved her every sound.

"Huhhh," Sophiya gasped as Mukesh placed a hand between her legs. "Mmmm... yesss," she continued, as he ran his fingers against her outer lips, massaging gently at her puffy folds.

Wet from a combination of soapy suds, and gentle massage, it took no time at all for Sophiya's juices to become plentiful. The more he thought about his darling wife, her position in the shower with her legs spread and ass pushed back, her tight little pussy wet and waiting for relief, the harder his cock felt. He was going to have some fun, but first was going to have her begging for it.

Mukesh changed his position, pressing his hips hard up against her ass, his cock now pointing to the ceiling, sandwiched between their bodies. At the same time, he moved his hand around to the front of her legs, and once more delved between them, searching for her sodden sex. Sophiya was moaning continually, still soft but now more passionately, as he drew his middle two fingers along her innermost lips, tracing lines from her opening forward towards her clit. He would stay there for a moment, rubbing firmly at her hard bud, listening to her panted breath as she felt every nerve ending burst into life, then return to the gentle stroke along her sodden sex.

"You like that, don't you Soph. You like the way my fingers tease at your aching pussy."

"Yesss, yesss," Sophiya moaned as he continued to torment her cunt.

"But that's not enough, is it? My little slut needs more. Tell me what it is... tell me just what you need."

"Inside," Sophiya gasped between moans. "Inside... n... need it... inside."

"What? Like this?"

There was a gasp from the young woman, a surprised gasp fuelled from a mix of discomfort and pleasure as Mukesh forced his two fingers deep into her waiting pussy.

"Like that? Is that what you wanted?"

"Nooo... more... give me more..."

Her voice tailed off into panted moans as Mukesh worked his two fingers in and out of her sodden pussy, keeping a shallow but fast motion as he fingered his wife. He knew what she wanted, and that it wasn't his two fingers, but she was going to have to beg for it, even on her birthday.

"More," Sophiya begged, between panted breaths. "More... deeper... give me..."

She was getting ever more desperate in her pleas, and from the way her pussy walls were clamping down against his fingers, Mukesh knew she was getting close to cumming.

"Soph wants more, does she? Two fingers are not enough for my slutty wife? Tell me then, tell me what you want."

He stopped moving his fingers and stood there for a moment, listening to her panted breath, feeling the tightness of her walls against his invading digits. Sophiya was trying as best she could to rock her own hips against his hand, but Mukesh held her firm. She wanted it. He knew she wanted it, but she was going to have to ask for it, to beg for it.

"Fuck me," Sophiya practically screamed. "Fuck me, Mukesh. Fuck me hard. Fuck me till I can cum no more."

It was all he wanted to hear, and who was he to deny such a beautiful woman just what she wished for more than anything else. Mukesh removed his hand from between Sophiya's legs. He couldn't resist a quick lick at his fingers, savouring the taste of her sweet juices, before taking a step or two away from Sophiya. Mukesh placed a hand on each of his wife's hips, then pulled firmly at them, forcing his wife to take her own couple of steps backward, her ass now pointing out towards him.

Mukesh positioned himself, his ramrod of a cock now pointing straight towards her sodden sex, mere inches from nudging into her swollen lips. He glanced up at his waiting wife. She still had her forearms firmly against the shower wall for balance, although now she had her hands together and her head nestled into them as she waited for his onslaught.

"Huhhh," she gasped as he brought his cock forward, letting his head graze gently against her sweet sex.

For a moment or two, he rocked back and forth, his cock simply rubbing against her slick folds, teasing at her inner most sex but never quite realising her desires. She would push back, trying to catch the very angle which would send him sinking deep into her waiting pussy, but never quite making it. If it didn't fill her desires, it most definitely fuelled her fires. Sophiya was panting again as his cock ran over her snatch, teasing at her opening then flicking her sensitive clit. Mukesh was having fun. He placed his hands back on her hips and pulled gently at them to make his wife rock back and forth against his flagpole.

"Is that better? Is that what you want, to feel my rock-hard cock up against your sweet little pussy? To feel how it rubs against your tender clit?"

Sophiya, panting hard, replied with actions rather than words. Reaching down with one hand, she took him by surprise. Sophiya took purchase on his cock, positioning it just where she wanted it, with his bulbous head right over her aching pussy. Then, before he had any chance to pull away, she pushed her hips backwards, gasping as she plunged herself onto his waiting cock.

"Now, fuck me!!!" she yelled back at Mukesh.

Mukesh wasn't slow on the uptake, and as his wife pushed backwards, he in turn thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her warm pussy. He took a firm grip on her hips, then slowly withdrew, all the way until just his head wedged into her opening. Once more, to the tune of a passionate groan, he plunged back into her waiting cunt. Over and over, he continued, pulling out slowly, then thrusting hard into her waiting pussy, listening to the moans from his darling wife.

"Fuck, yessss," she screamed each time he plunged into her. "Harder... faster..." came the encouragement, Sophiya struggling to get the words out between her continued moans and gasped breaths.

If she wanted hard and fast, then Mukesh was going to give her hard and fast. It was her birthday, so she could have whatever she wanted. He picked up the pace, pulling out quickly then plunging back in, pummelling her waiting pussy with his long ramrod. Sophiya was meeting him, move for move, her ass slapping into his body with an audible clap. Faster and faster, he picked up the pace, his own breath now coming in pants as he worked her sex.

Sophiya could feel the passion in her loins, those embers of desire flickering into life, stoked by his thrusting cock into an inferno of desire. She stiffened slightly—her moans ceased as she bit her lip, sensing the first ripple of orgasm deep within. Still though, her darling husband pummelled away at her pussy. She could feel his every inch move within her tight walls, rubbing at her most sensitive spots, pushing her closer and closer.

"Yesss," Sophiya screamed as she felt a second ripple deep inside. "There, right fucking there. Don't stop."

She was in no mood to hold back the inevitable and urged Mukesh onwards as she matched his every thrust with one of her own. Both were now panting hard, moans subsiding as exertion took over. Sophiya could feel the ache deep inside, a tremble now in her legs as the passion grew in intensity. Another ripple, this time bigger had her calling out, but still Mukesh continued to thrust.

It was a race to see who would come first, albeit a race with only one outcome. With a head start, courtesy of two fingers up inside her pussy, Sophiya already had her eyes screwed shut as she felt ripple after ripple of pleasure flood her body. Still though she climbed higher and higher. She was no longer responding to his thrusts. All she could do was stand there, eyes screwed shut, holding her breath as she bit down on her lip, feeling the intensity build deep inside, then...

"Aghhhh," Sophiya screamed as the big one hit.

A wave of pure pleasure engulfed Sophiya's young body. She pressed her head hard against her arms. Her legs wobbled with the intensity of her orgasm, yet still Mukesh continued, pushing on towards his own climax. Sophiya was panting hard, her pussy sending shockwave after shockwave through her. She'd had asked him to fuck her until she could take no more, and that is just what he had done.

She could take no more.

Much to the disappointment of Mukesh, she pulled herself off his cock, leaving him hanging there, desperate to cum. She felt him grab for her hips, trying to line up his manhood once more, but Sophiya had other ideas. Still a little breathless, she turned around, placed a gentle kiss on his lips then, much to his surprise, Sophiya sank to her knees.

Sophiya took his manhood in her hand, staring at his shiny shaft. She flicked out her tongue and tasted her juices on his exposed head. She'd given blowjobs before, but this was the first time she had tasted herself on his cock, and she couldn't wait to savour some more. Sophiya glanced up at Mukesh, blew him a pouted kiss then lowered her mouth onto his cock.

It was Mukesh's turn to fill the room with moans, as his darling wife worked his cock between her lips. It was long and slow. She would take him deep into her mouth, feeling his head nudge against her soft palate, before sucking him off. Every now and again she would hold him there, his cock inside her mouth as her tongue went to work on his sensitive head, but always she would revert to that continual suction as she bobbed back and forth on his manhood.

Mukesh's moans were becoming grunts. He had his hands on her shoulders for support as he felt his climax approach. Sophiya though, never eased off. She would work his head deep into her mouth then pull off again, picking up just a little more pace in time to his grunts.

"I'm... gonnna..." Mukesh started to call out, warning his wife that he was about to explode within her mouth.

Instead of stopping, Sophiya simply upped her pace, sucking firmly against his head as she worked him between her lips.

"I'm... I'm..."

He never got the words out. It was all too much. Sophiya felt it first, the twitch in his cock, then heard the moans as he flooded her mouth with warm salty cum. She swallowed most, but there was just too much. When finally, she pulled off his cock, a little trickle of creamy jizz ran down her chin. She looked up at Mukesh and smiled.

"Looks like we'll have to freshen up once more," she whispered up at her husband, the most satisfied look in her eyes.

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With time getting on, the couple got themselves ready for their evening out.

Unusually, Sophiya insisted on changing in one of the guest bedrooms. All she would say was that she wanted to keep her outfit a surprise for him. Despite his remonstrations, in the end Mukesh accepted her wishes. In fact, it gave him the perfect opportunity to pack a few clothes for the morning after, without her seeing. He had been truthful about the theatre, and the restaurant, but he had kept one more gift secret from his darling wife.

Out of sight from her darling husband, Sophiya went about making herself look a million dollars. He'd gone to a lot of trouble and she so wanted to look good for him. To start with, she loosely tied her hair up out of the way, then turned her attention to her make-up; a little smokiness around the eyes, matt red lipstick, and a touch of subtle blusher to add extra warmth to her tanned complexion.

The stay-ups were next, sheer black nylons coming up to just above mid-thigh. Although black, they were semi-transparent and game the most glamorous look to her long legs. At the top, an elasticated band of black lace kept them firmly in place. It was the lace which she had matched with her choice of underwear, a pair of stretch silk panties, solid black at the front and pure lace at the back. She had remembered the shop assistant's advice about up top, and had foregone a bra, in preference of a clean look to the mesh panels.

She was a little on the large side up top and did hope that the dress would offer enough support. There was only one way to find out, which was to try it. Moments later, Sophiya was staring at herself in front of the mirror. A million dollars? In her mind she looked no less than a billion. The dress fitted like a glove, soft fabric feeling wondrous up against her bare skin.

She ran her hands down over the fabric, and at once her mind went back to the older sales assistant and the way she had touched her so gently as they tried the dress on. It was so unusual. Sophiya never really thought about other women, but already in one afternoon this woman had twice grabbed her attention. Once more she shook her head, this time as much to let her hair down as to cast the thoughts out of her head. Long black locks draped down over her shoulders.

A jacket over the top of the dress was the final piece of the outfit; a smart black jacket ample enough to hide most of the mesh panels, at least until she wanted to show them off. Heels on, Sophiya gave a twirl in front of the mirror. Just as in the changing room the dress flared out, revealing the tops of the stay-ups and an area of bare flesh. Oh yes, she thought to herself, she really did look a billion dollars. She couldn't resist another twirl, this time more energetic. A flash of black panties warned her that she would have to be a little careful.

She so hoped that Mukesh would appreciate the dress. It was a little racier than her normal numbers, but with the jacket on, the only mesh panels which could were visible were either the one high up above her bust, or the one just above the hem of the dress. For all intents and purpose the dress seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, at least not until she wanted it to be.

The chauffeur arrived right on time and the young couple headed off for a most enjoyable night on the town, a most fitting way to celebrate such a beautiful woman's twenty-third birthday.

To Be Continued