We even talked about sex. Now we both wanted each other badly.We both were from a decent family so meeting each other in public place was not good for...both of us. One day her husband went out of station for a day. She invited me to her place. At around 12.30pm I rang the doorbell. There she was my darling dressed in saree with deep cut blouse. Her saree was of yellow color. She was smelling too good.There was no one in the house. I made myself comfortable in sofa, she went inside to bring some. Little by little, as I rocked my body up and down over the bedpost, I felt my orgasm building. Each time I fell over the oval, my clit pulsed outward and poked against my finger hard. In a fast motion, I massaged over it using the hot dripping liquid that escaped between my stretched pink lips and the bedpost inside me. The quick flicking sent my body into an ecstasy and just like always, my pussy began to spasm and tighten over the wooden round oval. As my labial lips filled with stinging. Sitting on his upper thighs I began to massage his torso to continued groans of approval. As I rubbed him I noticed a pool of pre-cum begin to form on his stomach. The flow of liquid from his cock was incessant, and I constantly added some of his juice to the balm that I was applying to his body. With his hands behind his head he stared at me, with a horny look in his eyes. I finally got off the bed and undressed, before getting back on and placing my head at his crotch. As I licked his cock. I was a little taller than him especially with heels, so he was struggling a bit to get good leverage. He made up for it by a few hard smacks on my cheek. He rammed his cock in my ass for another 3 or 4 minutes, then pulled out again. It was painful at times, but was blissful at the same time.I laid down on the bed, missionary position. Believe it or not, this was my first time in this position, ever. I typically don’t like a guy right on top of me. But he grabbed my ankles and held them.