This is a unique and steamy sex story about a wife who got her pussy fucked under the pretext of getting her saree ironed by her husband. Before going to a wedding in the month of May, the wife asked her husband to iron her saree and blouse, and the husband laid down a condition – “While I iron the saree, I will also fuck your pussy.” In this tale of getting fucked while getting a saree ironed, you will read how the wife first sucked her husband’s cock, then stood and took his cock in her pussy from behind, and how the husband, while running the iron, simultaneously pounded her pussy intensely. This experience of getting fucked while getting a saree ironed was so intoxicating that the wife’s pussy released fluid twice, and her husband’s hot lava reached her womb. If you enjoy real and extremely hot fucking stories that take place in a domestic setting, then this one is for you.
Part 1: The Fuck-Loving Couple – Anywhere, Anytime
We are a couple who are very fond of fucking. You could say we are always on the lookout for opportunities to fuck. Whenever we get a chance, we start fucking. Whether it’s morning or evening, day or night – there’s no time for us. My husband and I fuck anywhere, anytime. Sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the bathroom, sometimes in the living room, and sometimes in the bedroom. Every corner of the house has witnessed our fucking.
I even get some of the household chores done by my husband while he fucks me. I look for tasks where I can stand and bend forward, so that my husband can easily insert his cock into my pussy from behind. I enjoy doing it this way a lot – on one hand, my chores get done, and on the other, my pussy’s thirst is quenched. My husband also loves this. He feels that fucking this way has a different kind of thrill – like a hidden game, a secret known only to the two of us.
Our sex life has always been great, but ever since we adopted these “multitasking” ways of fucking, our passion has increased even more. My husband’s cock is about six and a half inches long and quite thick. His balls are big and they hit my pussy during fucking, arousing me even more. My pussy is small and tight, completely pink and hairless. I get it shaved every week to keep it clean and soft. My husband loves this cleanliness of my pussy – he says that a hairless pussy is the most fun to lick and fuck.
We fuck daily, but sometimes there are moments when the fucking becomes even more special. One such moment was that May.
Part 2: The Condition for Ironing the Saree and the Start of Cock Sucking
It was the month of May. Summer was at its peak. There was blazing sun outside, and inside the room, the fan was running at full speed. We had to attend a wedding at a relative’s house. The wedding was in the evening, so we weren’t in a hurry to get ready, but ironing the clothes was essential. My husband is very good at ironing. He irons all his own clothes – with perfectly straight lines, as if they came out of a shop.
I handed my husband clothes from the wardrobe to iron. He placed the iron on the table, plugged it in, and the iron began to heat up. As soon as it was hot, he started ironing his clothes. First, he ironed his shirt, then his pants. In a magnificent way – all the creases disappeared in one go. I was watching him and thinking, “I wish I could iron that well.” But once, I had burnt my favorite saree from my own hand – since that day, I had sworn I would never iron a saree again. Ironing a saree is a very difficult task – one small mistake and the whole saree can be ruined.
I had taken out a beautiful Banarasi saree to wear – red in color, with golden zari work on it. There was a matching blouse too – slightly cut and with a deep neck at the back. Both these clothes desperately needed ironing. I said lovingly to my husband, “Baby, please iron my saree and blouse too. You have magic in your hands, you iron so well.”
My husband looked at me with a mischievous smile. He said, “I’ll iron the saree, but what do I get in return?” His eyes had that familiar sparkle that always appears before fucking. I knew him very well – only one thing was on his mind. I asked playfully, “What do you want?”
My husband put his point straight – “While I iron your saree and blouse, I’ll also fuck your pussy at the same time. One hand will run the iron, and on the other side… you get it, right?”
I smiled inwardly. I wanted the same thing myself. I immediately said yes – without a moment’s hesitation. “Absolutely, as you wish. But one condition – my saree must be ironed perfectly. No creases should remain.”
My husband said, “Deal done. Now you tell me how we’re going to do it.”
My husband ironed his clothes and hung them on hangers. Now it was my clothes’ turn. I told him, “First iron my blouse. It’s small, it’ll get done quickly.”
I thought I would set the mood first – have him get a bit of oral sex so his cock stands fully erect and then it would be easier to insert into my pussy. I knelt in front of my husband. I spread a little cloth on the floor so my knees wouldn’t hurt. I leaned forward and unbuttoned his pants. Then slowly lowered the zipper. His pants loosened. I grabbed his pants and underwear together and slid them down to his feet.
In front of me was my husband’s limp cock – a little soft, but still appearing heavy due to its thickness. First, I took it in my palm – it was warm and soft. Then I began to stroke it with my fingers – slowly, lovingly, from top to bottom. I also took his swinging balls in my hands and squeezed them gently – neither too hard nor too soft. As soon as I touched it, his cock began to stir. I watched it grow – slowly, second by second. First it got a bit hard, then harder, and then fully erect – like an iron rod. Veins bulged on it, the tip turned purple and started glistening. Soon, my husband’s cock had taken its full shape – that six-and-a-half-inch cock was now fully ready.
I took his cock into my mouth. First just the tip – pressing it with my lips, then swirling my tongue around it. A slight sweetness of pre-cum was coming from it. Then I slowly took the entire cock into my mouth – as far as I could. I started moving my mouth back and forth – slowly at first, then faster. Every time I moved forward, his cock would reach my throat. I’d choke slightly, but even in that choking, there was a different kind of pleasure. My husband grabbed my hair and began pressing my head down onto his cock. He wanted me to take it deeper. I fulfilled his desire – I lowered my mouth further. “Chup-chup” sounds started coming from my mouth – which he loves. I kept sucking my husband’s cock for five minutes – so long that my mouth became completely wet, and his cock was drenched in my saliva. I did this so that when he inserted his cock into my pussy, it would slip in easily. My pussy had also become wet watching all this – I could feel slight moisture underneath.
Part 3: Standing and Taking the Cock in the Pussy from Behind
After ironing my blouse, my husband set it aside. The blouse was perfectly ironed – not a single crease. Now it was the turn of my saree – that red Banarasi saree that I cherished. I stood up. My knees were slightly sore – from kneeling for five minutes. But even in that pain, there was pleasure. I picked up my saree and petticoat together. Below, I was wearing a floral-designed panty – light pink in color, with small flowers on it. I removed that panty too – quite comfortably, because it was loose. Now I was completely naked from the waist down. I turned my fair buttocks towards my husband – my buttocks are round and plump, which my husband loves. Then I bent forward – resting my hands on the edge of the table. My back was straight, and my buttocks were raised upwards. This was the most perfect position for fucking from behind.
My husband set the iron aside – there was no need to unplug it because the iron had to remain hot. He came behind me. I felt his feet near mine. First, he placed both his hands on my buttocks. His hands were warm – from holding the iron. That heat made me even more aroused. He began to lovingly squeeze my buttocks – slowly, making circular motions. My buttocks filled his hands – so soft and full. Then he slid his fingers into the crack between my buttocks and moved them up and down. His fingers touched my asshole, then came down to my pussy. This teasing made my pussy even wetter.
Suddenly, he gave a hard slap to one of my buttocks – the sound of “SATAK!” echoed through the entire room. A sweet moan escaped my lips – “Aahhh!” That slap made my buttock red, and a pleasant warmth spread over that spot. I loved that pain. My husband knows how much I love slaps – it’s an important part of our sex.
Now he spread both my buttocks with his hands – the two cheeks parted, and my pussy was completely exposed in front of him. My pussy’s pink folds were right before him – wet, glistening, and fully ready. He grabbed his thick cock and placed it at the entrance of my pussy. I reached behind and touched his cock – it was still wet with my saliva, and fully prepared for my pussy fluid. I wet his cock even more with my own spit – though it wasn’t necessary, but I wanted a completely smooth entry.
Part 4: Three Powerful Thrusts and the Journey to the Womb
First, my husband slowly inserted half of his cock into my pussy. I felt my pussy walls envelop his cock from all sides – tight, warm, and wet. I took a deep breath – in this position, the cock goes very deep. He paused for a moment – letting me adjust. I steadied my breathing. And then – he gave a powerful thrust. In a single thrust, he buried his entire cock deep into my delicate, soft, pink pussy. My husband’s cock hit straight against my womb. The force of that thrust was so strong that I lurched forward.
“Aaaahhhhhh!” A loud scream escaped my lips – a mix of both pain and pleasure. That scream was so loud that perhaps the neighboring houses could hear it too. I gripped the edge of the table even harder – my knuckles turned white.
Before I could even recover from this first assault, my husband pulled his cock completely out of my pussy – right up to the tip – and then delivered the second assault. Again, the same explosion – “GHACHAK!” Again, the cock hit my womb. “Aahhh!” I screamed again.
The third time – he pulled it out again and, with the same force, thrust it back inside. “DHAMM!” My scream came out again – this time even louder. These three thrusts made my pussy release fluid. I felt something warm and wet flowing out of my pussy – that was my pussy juice. My pussy fluid was dripping onto my husband’s cock, making it even more slippery. Now his cock was easily sliding in and out of my pussy. With the fluid filling my pussy, my delicate, soft pink pussy had fully accepted his cock. But by then, I was in a state – my legs were trembling, my breath was rapid, and I was clinging to the table to maintain my balance.
Part 5: Saree Being Ironed and Pussy Being Fucked – Both Simultaneously
Now my husband removed both his hands from my buttocks. He picked up the iron and began ironing my saree. But his cock was still inside my pussy – and he kept moving it in and out. Now my husband was doing two things at once – one hand running the iron and his waist movement fucking my pussy. The sight and feel of this were very unique.
I felt my husband’s rhythm – in a steady tempo, slow and comfortable. His cock was moving in and out of my pussy – as if taking a breath. I started moving my buttocks back and forth to match him. I pushed my buttocks back when his cock entered, and leaned forward when it withdrew. Our movements became one – as if we were a single body.
To be honest, at that moment, I was in paradise. On one hand, my body was being fucked by his cock, and on the other, I was watching the silk sheen of my Banarasi saree returning. The heat of the iron was touching every inch of the saree, and in that same rhythm, his hot cock was touching every wall of my pussy. My husband was intensely pounding my pussy with his cock – neither too fast nor too slow, but at just the right pace, giving me continuous pleasure. The way my husband’s cock was joyfully moving in and out of my pussy, it was making sounds – “Pachpach… khachpach… khachapach…” This is the sound that happens when the pussy is completely wet and the cock thrusts in and out rapidly. That sound had its own music – an intoxicating, sensual, mind-melting music.
My eyes were closed – I was just feeling. With every thrust, my boobs were bouncing – and without a bra, they were swaying freely. My nipples had hardened and were rubbing against the inside of my blouse, giving me even more pleasure. I was breathing heavily – “Yes… yes… just like that, baby… just like that, fuck me…”
Part 6: Room Filled with the Sounds of Pachpach and Khachpach
On one side, my saree was being ironed, and on the other, my pussy was being fucked. In between, my husband would stop ironing, spread both my buttocks with his hands, and then shove his entire cock deep into my pussy right up to the hilt – causing his cock to hit my womb. That impact would give me pain, but also a pleasure that cannot be described in words. When he spread my buttocks, my pussy opened wider, and his cock could go deeper. Then he would pick up the iron again and, while ironing my saree, would slowly start moving his cock again.
I was enjoying being fucked this way so much that I couldn’t control myself. My pussy had released fluid twice. The first time was right after those three initial thrusts, and the second time was when he had been continuously fucking me for about ten minutes. Every time I squirted, my pussy walls would grip his cock even tighter – as if wanting to hold it inside. And my husband enjoyed that grip immensely – he said that when I squirt, my pussy “sucks” his cock. Even after that, my husband continued ravaging my pussy – there was no stopping him.
The fluid flowing from my pussy was now coming down towards my navel, dripping down from where the pussy crack ends. I felt hot drops falling onto my thighs and then onto the floor. I tilted my face slightly and looked down – a round stain had formed on the floor from the tiny drops of my pussy fluid. The intoxicating scent of my pussy fluid filled the room – light, sweet, and intensely sensual. That scent transformed the entire atmosphere of the room. Now the air contained only sex, only lust, only the passion of the two of us.
Part 7: Shocking Thrusts and a Series of Screams
My husband suddenly changed his comfortable way of fucking. All of a sudden, while fucking my pussy, he pulled his entire cock out right up to the tip. For a second, I thought he had stopped fucking – my pussy felt empty, missing the heat and thickness of his cock. But the very next moment – “GHACHAK!” – he thrust his massive cock deep inside my pussy again. In a single stroke, the entire cock – right to the hilt. Again, that powerful hit to my womb.
“Aaaaahhhhh!” I screamed.
Before I could even recover, he pulled his cock completely out again. I felt his tip in the air outside my pussy – the cool air touching my wet pussy. And then – “GHACHAK!” – he thrust it back inside. “Aahhh!” I screamed again.
He did this five or six times – pulling his cock completely out and then slamming it back into my pussy. Every time, the same force, the same depth, the same blow to my womb. Every time, a sharp scream escaped my lips. So loud that I was afraid the neighbors might hear – but at that moment, I couldn’t control myself. My screams wouldn’t stop.
My husband was thoroughly enjoying this game – there was a devilish smile on his face, though I couldn’t see him, but I could tell from the movements of his cock. He was enjoying every one of my screams. I don’t know what got into him today, but my husband’s cock was tearing my pussy apart. It seemed as if his cock had been possessed by a different spirit – a wild, uncontrollable, and hungry spirit.
I too was babbling in a state of intoxication while getting fucked. Incoherent words were tumbling out of my mouth – “Aaaah… fuck me… fuck my pussy just like that… yes, just like that… aaah… shove your cock deep into my pussy… aaah… crush my womb… my pussy is yours… just yours… you’ve driven me crazy…”
I was just rambling, lost in my own pleasure. I didn’t know what I was saying – whatever came to my mind just flowed out of my mouth. I was exactly like someone high on drugs – but my drug was my husband’s cock, and my pussy was taking its intoxication.
Part 8: Saree Ironed, Now Time to Release the Lava
By now, my saree was completely ironed. My husband stopped the iron and carefully folded the saree – perfectly shaped, as if from a shop. Then he placed the blouse on top of it. All my clothes were now ready – not a single crease, not a single wrinkle. My husband said, “Here, your saree and blouse are ironed. Look how nicely they’ve turned out.”
I turned back and looked – truly, the saree looked brand new. Its sheen was back. I gasped and said, “Alright… it looks very good… now… now you finish your work…”
My husband smiled. He inserted his cock into my pussy again – this time gently, lovingly. Then he gave about ten powerful thrusts – one after another, without stopping. Each thrust reached my womb, and with each one, I would scream – “Aaah… yes… just… just like that…” I was about to reach my peak, but I wanted him to cum first.
And then – he pushed his cock deep inside and stopped. I felt his cock pulsating inside my pussy – rapid, strong heartbeats, as if it had a heart of its own. And then – he released his lava into my pussy. Hot, thick, white semen – as if a volcano was erupting. One jet, then another, then a third. I felt that warmth filling my pussy. My entire body began to tremble. I came with him – with a long, deep, stuttering sigh. My pussy gripped his cock even tighter – as if saying a final goodbye.
I absorbed all the heat of my husband’s cock into my pussy. For a few moments, I stayed just like that – not breathing, not moving, not doing anything. Just absorbing that experience. Then I gave my buttocks a slight shake – indicating that he could pull out now. My husband understood. He slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy. Along with it, some of his semen spilled out and trickled down my thigh – hot, sticky, and white.
Part 9: Sucking the Pussy-Juice-Drenched Cock Clean
I turned around and looked at my husband’s cock. My husband’s cock was completely drenched in my pussy fluid and his own semen. It was totally wet, glistening, and had the light sweet scent of my pussy juice. I couldn’t resist – I immediately knelt down. I took my husband’s cock in my hands and looked at it – from top to bottom, from the tip to the balls, everything was smeared with my pussy juice.
I took his cock into my mouth. Ah – what a wonderful taste. The mixed flavor of my own pussy juice and his semen – slightly salty, slightly sweet, and absolutely amazing. I took my husband’s pussy-juice-coated cock completely into my mouth and started sucking. I had taken it upon myself to clean it – and I was doing it thoroughly. I used my tongue to clean every inch of his cock – around the tip, along the shaft, between the veins, and even his balls. I was sucking his cock with my eyes closed – enjoying the taste. My husband ran his hand through my hair – lovingly, with tired hands. In a short while, I had completely cleaned his cock – it was soft and clean again, as if freshly bathed.
I stood up – my knees were sore, my back was strained, my pussy had a slight burning sensation. But there was a big smile on my face.
Part 10: Had to Go to the Wedding, But the Fun Was Double
Now my husband helped me stand up. He pulled me into his arms and held me against his chest. I rested my face on his neck. A faint smell of sweat was coming from his body – that smell that always comes after fucking. I’m crazy about that scent.
Then he took my face in his hands and took my soft, delicate lips into his. He began to suck on my lips – slowly, lovingly. His lips were on mine, his tongue played with mine. We kissed for five minutes – without any hurry, without any hunger. Just love. This kiss was the perfect ending to our fucking.
After five minutes, we parted. Both our lips were swollen, both our faces were sweaty, but on both our faces was that satisfaction that comes only after good fucking.
I said, “We still have to go to the wedding. Look, now we’ll be late getting ready.”
My husband laughed – “You’ve gotten used to this, haven’t you? You make an excuse of getting the saree ironed and get yourself fucked.”
I also laughed and said, “You were the one who laid the condition. What did I do?”
To be honest, by now we’ve both gotten used to doing this. Whenever I need a saree or a dress ironed, I tell my husband. And he tells me – “Be ready, come as my bitch.” And I get ready. Because I like it. I like that my husband fucks my pussy by making me his bitch – and I enjoy getting fucked by him as his bitch. This is our love, our lust, our own way of expressing each other. Getting fucked while getting a saree ironed has now become a part of our routine – and I hope it remains forever. We did go to the wedding, but the real fun that day came while ironing the saree – two tasks at once, and full enjoyment in both.