SidNaaz: Suroor E SidNaazians

Without A Blouse (Sequel)

As the night of their Anniversary party dawned, Sidharth was getting excited and impatient. He saw her speaking to his guests and colleagues with a smile on her face. He adored her for the umpteenth time in the night, in her gorgeous green saree. It was a beautiful shade of bottle green with sequencial work. According to his orders, her blouse was extremely decent. No unnecessary cuts and revealing pallu's. He couldn't wait for this party to end.

Shehnaaz noticed Sidharth's lingering stare on her body as he stood at the drinks counter and sipped his soft drink. She remembered his blatant remarks on how sexy she would look without a blouse to hide her treasures from him. She had joked about coming out that way in front of his guests, getting him all paranoid the next moment. Such a baby he was!

It was just 10 p.m and some sticky guests were refusing to leave making Sidharth frustrated. He found Shehnaaz in a corner, instructing the waiters about something. He walked up to her and grabbed her as soon as the waiters left. He backed her up against a pillar.

"Hmm." He buried his face in her hair, dropping the pallu off of her shoulder.

"Sidharth, Mr. Mehta's looking in our direction!" Shehnaaz told him as she spotted the old bald man from the transparent curtains.

"Sshh." He hushed her and placed his hands on her bare waist. He noticed that her blouse had a deep cut near her cleavage and she had held the pallu in such a way that it was hidden. He could see the V peaking up and instantly kissed her there as Shehnaaz puckered under him.

Shehnaaz looked around and saw that even the caterers had left, they were finally all alone. Her hand crept up her sari, yanking down the pallu in a second. She saw his expression change, it became even more hungrier. She saw him gulp a dry gulp. The motion of his Adam's Apple contracting and relaxing, making her go crazy.

She brought her hands in front to unbutton the blouse as Sidharth watched in fascination, licking his dry lips. As the blouse fell off with her inner wear, he gasped. She was a beautifully carved woman, and was all his. Now and forever. He saw her breasts stare back at him and instantly he found himself moving towards her.

Just a few steps away and he would have her. He would take her hard and fast, caressing her front madly. His vivid imagination was making him go harder even before she had touched him. Yes, this was his wife.

Shehnaaz grinned from ear to ear and picked up her blouse, quickly buttoning it on again while Sidharth frowned.

"Hogaya?" She asked normally.

"What?" He asked with a incredious expression. Was she serious?!

"I asked you whether you were done gawking? Looks like your fantasy has come true. So goodnight!" Shehnaaz walked past him after kissing his cheek.

He stared at her long and slender back, the contrast off a teal gray inner making her skin look even more gorgeous. He slowly walked towards her, getting rid of his blazer and tie, loosening his shirt buttons.

He stood behind her and breathed in her feminine fragrance. It really did make him go swooning over her all over again. He traced her back with his fingertips as Shehnaaz felt a jolt of electricity run through her. He was no where close to hooking up her bra. It was indeed the opposite. It was evil. With one swift movement, he pulled down inner and cupped her breasts from behind, massaging them wildly. He shut his eyes as he heard her whimper. She felt so soft and so exciting.

Shehnaaz threw her head back on his shoulder as she felt him press her softness in his palms. His hands worked liked magic and one hand slid down to touch her navel. He roamed his hand, clutching and feeling her breasts as well her waist. Pinching her nipples hard, he turned her around and smacked his lips on hers.

He kissed her like a thirsty man drinks from an oasis. Extracting whatever he could find and taking her for a ride of passion along with him. His hands cupped her bottom and pressed her closer to himself, his erection was now poking her navel.

Sidharth peeled off his shirt and put her hands on his belt, nudging her to take it off. Shehnaaz suddenly realized that this was going against her plan. It was plain cruel to keep torturing your husband this way on the night of their anniversary. But seriously, wasn't every night a sex-filled night for them? No matter how tired or worn out they were?

She pulled out of the kiss and licked her lips dry as she saw him bend down to kiss her again. She placed her fingers on his mouth, retaining her breath.

"I'm too tired. Maybe next time?" She smirked and walked off.

"Are you f**king kidding me?" He yelled.

"Nope. I'm just being honest." Shehnaaz shrugged.

"You do know that if I don't get inside you right now I'm gonna explode out of of my pants?" He asked her and received a giggle as a response.

"I do actually. And you know what? That makes me feel so proud of myself." She winked at him.

"Where are you going?" He asked her in a normal tone, surprising her.

"For a shower." Shehnaaz mumbled opening the door of the washroom when she felt him behind her.

Sidharth attacked her from behind and lifted her up on one of his shoulders, "What are you doing? Put me down!!" Shehnaaz yelled.

"Now that you've gotten me all hard, I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget." He smirked at his victory and carried her in the washroom. Soon her shrieks turned in to laughter and then in to moans. And well, whatever happened inside in none of our business anymore. I leave the rest to your wicked imagination.