AZKi NTR

Today was a normal Monday like every Mondays since last Christmas. I was sitting in my car, smoking a cigarette as I waited for the usual suspect to step out of his house and leave for work. I didn’t know his name, never cared much about it, really. I was only interested in his wife. We had met at a family gathering, apparently her husband was an acquaintance of a cousin or something. He seemed the boring kind, all suited up, a glass of champagne and a stern look on his face. She was faking a smile, putting on a happy face as he barely paid any attention to her, too absorbed by the topic of the discussion he was having with my brother. Too bad for him, because I was paying close attention to that woman of his. The tight black dress she was wearing did wonders to highlight her hourglass figure. Her shoulders-length dark hair had been dyed pink on the inside and the bangs framing her face were adding to the cuteness of her glossy lips. She was simply stunning, and I made sure to let her know that. She was pleased by my compliment, we shared a drink or two and that was that.

A few days later, I received an invitation to the new year’s eve party thrown by the couple. Apparently she had asked my brother for my number since we didn’t share contacts during Christmas. I much obliged to her summon and went to the party held on the 31st of December. The house was packed with people I didn’t know, with a fair share of them working in different areas of entertainment. That’s how I learned that she was some sort of diva, a singer who put on shows for the various festivals and events of the region. Apparently her music was being sold overseas too, which was quite a shocker for me. I asked her to demonstrate but at first she was too shy. A few drinks later she wasn’t so shy and sang at the top of her lungs. Her voice was beautiful and I was truly enchanted by the passion her words conveyed. Yet, from the corner of my eyes, I could see her husband shaking his head in contempt, obviously bothered by such a fiery display coming from his wife. What a loser, I thought to myself back then. And what a loser he was, indeed, for what happened after that impromptu performance of hers was a night I would never forget.

Since I was the one who encouraged her to drink more than her fill just to listen to her singing, I was tasked with taking the drunk wife back to the master bedroom where she would enjoy a good night of sleep. Or so I thought, but as soon as I entered the bedroom, she started undressing me and kissing my chest. I was taken aback for a few moments, but once she took her dress off and unhooked her bra, exposing her supple breasts in front of me, all my doubts vanished. I embraced her naked body and kissed her passionately. Once she laid down on the bed and spread her legs, I could see just how beautiful she really was. The size of her legs  was just right, and her thighs were more than enticing, their shape leading to her V area that was freshly waxed for the occasion. I was so into the instant that it never occurred to me that she could have been waiting for this moment to happen. Her smile was wide and bright, and her bottom mouth was drooling, earnestly awaiting its meal. I sated its hunger with my throbbing member and fucked the drunk wife who had magically turned into a naked woman. My naked woman. I fucked her in all the positions I could think of, enjoying her body in all the possible ways, tasting each and every part of that fair skin of hers. I ended up cumming inside her relentlessly, until my body grew heavy and my breath ragged. Drenched in sweat, I collapsed at her side and she cuddled up to me, whispering a single “thank you” in my ear before falling asleep, a smile on her face. I quickly took a shower in the bedroom’s bathroom, put my clothes back on and slipped away, making sure not to cross her husband as I headed outside towards my car. I slid the keys into the contact and drove back home, letting out a sigh of relief only once I was in the safety of my own bedroom. What a night it was!

And here am I again, knocking on her front door. Her husband left ten minutes ago, just like every Monday. And just like every Monday, she opens the door with a smile as wide and as bright as the sun, uttering only these words: “come inside, I’ve been waiting for you”, to which I always answer: “I’m home”.