My Wife is possessed!
"'.. and that's a six." The commentator shouted in the TV when MS dhoni hit a six.
"Woohooo! Hi-five lil' bro. That was a brilliant shot, India is not very far from winning." Shouted Asad while hi-fying Ayaan. They were both so engrossed in the match that they were unaware about the death glares they were receiving from their respective wives Zoya and Humaira.
"What's so special about this cricket?" Humaira said annoyingly.
"I really don't know why is my husband more interested in 11 men all sweaty in a cricket field then me, all sweaty on our bed after a mind blowing passionate love making." Zoya huffed. Both of them were having a hard time getting their husbands away from the couch.
"Babe! Where's our beer?" Asad asked his wife.
"In the oven." She muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah? But what's it doing inside?" Asad retorted back.
"Waiting for his highness." She rolled her eyes to the heaven.
"C'mon babe."
"I'm not a retriever, go fetch it yourself." She half yelled.
Zoya and Humaira were sitting on the dining table munching nuts and talking, more like, cursing their husband's unromantic behavior.
"Humaira begum will you'''" but Ayaan was cut off by Humaira.
"NO."
"But you don't even know'.."
"My answer is still NO."
Asad and Ayaan went towards the dining room with bewildered expressions.
"Babe, are you both PMSing together?" Asad enquired.
"Oh so you got time from your cricket?" Zoya said while making a face on the word 'cricket'.
"It's a break time ma cherie." He winked.
"Ugh! You are impossible." Let's see how long will you go without sex. Ugh, but first I need to know how long will I last without sex.
"Bhai, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, let's resume watching, the break is gonna get over soon." Ayaan said completely ignoring humaira's narrowed eyes and went and sat on the couch.
"Ayaannn."
"Asaddd." Zoya and Humaira shouted together.
Zoya marched off towards them, snatched the remote from Asad's hand and changed the channel to Zee Tv.
"What the'' are you insane? India is just a few runs away from winning." Asad was flabbergasted with her behavior.
"But we want to watch our favourite serial Qubool hai." Humaira intervened.
"Humaira begum'. Tum bhi?" Ayaan looked at his wife as if she had grown two heads.
"Zoya'. sweetheart since when did you preferred some shit serial over match?"
"Since my husband preferred some shit match over his wife." Zoya pouted. "And don't you dare call that serial shit." She threatened.
Ayaan giggled but turned it into a cough when Humaira glared at him.
"Ayaan? Something funny? You are also no less' you are watching cricket as if you are watching po*n."
"po*n? Baby, cricket is better."
"Hey Ayaan, let's watch cricket on my I Phone''" Asad suggested but one look from his wife and he changed course, "'' or not."
Ayaan and Asad went towards the dining table and watched as their wives chatted. Asad was sipping the beer when Zoya said in a voice loud enough for them to hear,
"Facebook has a confession page for everything, I wish Facebook had a confession page for COCK-BLOCKED HOUSEWIVES." She literally yelled the last words. Asad choked up on his beer when he heard that.
"True that." Humaira agreed and this time it was Ayaan's turn to choke.
Asad turned to Ayaan and whispered in his ear,
"Is it just me or my wife actually reminds me of Regan from the movie 'The Exorcist', do you think our wives are possessed?" he deadpanned.
"Yeah probably, my usually shy wife has become a tigress." Ayaan stared at his wife with an is-she-gone-crazy-or-is-she-definitely-possessed look.
Asad chuckled and said, "No that's probably because she is spending a lot of time with my wife."
"Look at KSG, he is so handsome and with those amazing tattoos he is the hottest man indeed." Zoya said while looking at Asad from the corner of her eyes.
"Reg ' I mean Zoya." Great that would have been perfect, call her Regan and she would've had you for dinner.
"You are watching your serial so why can't I watch my match?" Asad pouted, when she didn't reply, he went on,
"Babyyy, please!" he showed his puppy dog face.
"I didn't stop you from doing anything baby, do what you want to do." She said in a super sweet sugary voice.
Asad showed his mega watt million dollar dimpled smile but that smile faded when he saw Ayaan shaking his head.
"Bhaijaan, don't you know that when women say 'do what you want' then you should under no circumstances ever do what you actually want, unless of course you want to die young."
"What non sense are you talking." He huffed.
"Seriously bhaijaan, you don't know the special women's language."
"'. And I don't even want to know. Zoya is not like that." Saying this Asad went to get his I Phone but before he could even touch it, Zoya slapped his hand away and warned him,
"Touch it again and you'll have to face the wrath of me, Mr Asad Ahmed khan."
Asad raised both his hands up in surrender and started walking back, he couldn't see the table behind him and he fell. Ayaan laughed at his bhaijaan's shocked expression. Humaira went towards Ayaan and pulled his ear,
"Ow, ow, ow'' begum'. What are you'?"
"Seriously Ayaan what's so funny? Why can't men ever live without cricket? Now shut up and let us watch the serial. Your constant commentary are interrupting us and we cant hear the dialogues." Saying this she left his ear and marched off towards the couch to watch Tv.
"Ouch' now I'm confirmed that they are possessed." Ayaan said while massaging his ear.
Asad opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of water. His wife's antics and weird behavior was giving him a headache, he chugged down the water until only a few drops were remaining.
He looked at the bottle then looked at Zoya and then again looked at the bottle. Will it work? It just might. I just have to see if it will work. It's worth the try. He went near Zoya,
"The Power of Christ compels you!" he shouted and flicked the remaining drops of water on Zoya.
Humaira couldn't control the giggles from erupting while Ayaan laughed so hard that he actually fell off the chair.
"Dafaq are you doing? Why are you splashing water on me?" Zoya wiped her arms and face and looked at Asad as if she was ready to shred him to pieces.
She didn't get the joke. "You didn't get it?" Asad's face fell.
"I didn't get what?"
"Geez how could you not understand?"
Ayaan came and sat beside a giggling Humaira but on seeing Ayaan she scowled at him.
"Bhaijaan, why are you so hell bent on digging your own grave? Do you really want to find yourself six feet deep?"
"It was a joke but she didn't get it. How has she not seen "The Exorcist". She used to live in New York for the love of God."
"Leave that, you first tell me why did you throw water on me?" she crossed her arms across her chest.
"To check whether you were possessed, I'll explain that better some other time." He muttered.
"Possessed? Yes I am possessed. Possibly by the ghost of that woman whose last wish was to have mind blowing, teeth clenching, earth shattering, devastatingly, hot wild sex with her husband but alas, her husband was too busy ogling a team of 11 men on a cricket field." She yelled.
Asad's expression changed from annoyance to shock to completely confuse.
"Um' babe if she was on a death bed then why was she thinking about sex? Was she like a sex crazed woman? And why was the husband ogling men? Was he gay? bi-sexual maybe?" he deadpanned.
Zoya screeched, "Allah miyan." And ran to her room leaving behind a confused Asad while Humaira looked at him as if he was mentally retarded and Ayaan continued with his boisterous laugh.
Zoya was pacing in her room throwing curses at her stupid yet adorable husband.
Asad came inside the room, bolted the door and engulfed Zoya into a bear hug. Zoya tried wriggling out of his grasp but failed (after all he is AAK)
"Don't hug me, I'm possessed. Why don't you drown me in the bath tub just like Rachel did in the movie "Ring"."
"Geez, you have seen 'Ring' but you couldn't understand the Exorcist thing I did out there?" he looked at her with a mock shock expression.
"I'm not possessed, it's just that you like cricket more than you like me sometimes I think I'm losing my touch." She pouted adorably. Asad just couldn't stop himself from taking her in for a passionate kiss. His tongue massaging hers, he rubbed his erection against her to show her how aroused he was with her 'touch'.
He broke the kiss and said,
"Babe, I don't spot a huge hard on when I watch cricket, but when I'm with you'.."
"Little Asad wants to play?" Zoya giggled.
"Zoya'. There's nothing little about me." He said proudly.
"Oh really? Refresh my memory please." She grinned.
"Your wish, my command." And with that he pushed Zoya on the bed and came on top of her. They kissed passionately as if their life depended on it. They only broke apart when there was a need for oxygen but asad's lips didn't leave Zoya's face. Clothes scattered on the floor while he caressed each and every part of her. It was as if he was worshipping her, worshipping her body.
He started placing a trail of kisses down her stomach and stopped to suck and bite at her navel. Zoya whimpered in pleasure. Her moans were becoming louder and breathing heavy. She raised her hand to touch Asad, letting her hands wander, touching his biceps and six packs and further down to his happy, happy trail.
He slid further down and placed an open mouthed kiss on her inner thigh making her squirm in pleasure. He blew gently on her wet core and kissed her, there. Zoya groaned and bucked her hips forward, wanting Asad to end the torture.
"Not so fast Zoya'" he said in a husky voice.
He lifted her left leg so that he was straddling her, he started kissing his way up her body and kissed her lips. Zoya moved her hips to create some fiction. He groaned and kissed the top of her breasts. A soft moan slipped from him as he leant down to kiss her bare breasts.
Her head fell back as he kissed them softly, kneaded them gently and stroked her skin. He continued the sweet torture, enjoying Zoya's soft moans. At last when he thought he wouldn't last any longer he removed her out of her misery and entered her into one smooth thrust.
A loud moan slipped from both of them on the contact. His hips moved on their own accord, she shuddered as the sensation rolled through her whenever he did that. He began to move slower then faster, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move. It was like a perfect rhythm, their bodies were in sync.
Asad drove into her one last time as he came, hot and heavy. She followed soon after, she screamed his name as she felt stars exploding around her. He sank down on top of her and then rolled to his side. Both were breathing heavily, she was tired, she placed her head on his chest and kissed the purest heart.
"I hope you got your mind blowing, teeth clenching, earth shattering, devastatingly, hot wild sex, huh?" he chuckled.
"I sure did mon amour." She replied sleepily and dozed off with her head still on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her petit frame and fell into a deep peaceful slumber.
A/N ' hellooo, bonjour, konichiwa! Here's an OS because I was getting super bored and I wanted to write an erotica with a bit of humor. I hope you found it humorous.
Please do tell me your thoughts on this. Jootas chappals rotten tomatoes is welcome.
Please overlook any grammatical mistakes.
Don't forget to click like! This is an OS so don't ask me to continue it. Although I do have an outtake, if anyone wants a chapter about how Ayaan manaofys Humaira (although I doubt anyone here wants to read about HumAya) but if you do then I'll make an outtake of it. Do tell me in your commnets.
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