Deepika: My Muse

"Welcome home, Darling," Deepika whispered seductively. Walking slowly forward, she cupped my head in her hands and kissed my forehead gently, looking up coyly afterwards as if awaiting instructions.

"What is my husband's wish on his return after so long away?"

Deepika knew exactly what my wish was and how desperate I was for it to come true.

"Is my darling excited to see his loving wife?"

Two days of desperation seemed to overwhelm me in that moment. I held her firmly and kissed her more passionately than ever before, caring little about the crimson lipstick I knew would be covering my face. As my mouth broke away, moving down to her exposed neck and shoulders, she let out a short gasp.

"Oh, I think I know what my husband wants. Let's go somewhere more comfortable, and don't forget your phone." Deepika turned and led me by the hand to the bedroom.

I was staggered when I reached the bedroom door. Every recording device she owned had been set up around the bed to record her first experience of anal sex. The digital SLR, with its high quality microphone, was on a tripod on the bedside cabinet, its touchscreen reversed so she could see what was in frame. On the other side of the bed her phone - also already filming - was propped up on a selfie stick. At the end of the bed her iPad was set up on the chest of drawers filming from another angle and as she slightly pulled back her ghunghat, I realised that she was even discreetly wearing the GoPro from our car mounted on a headband.

"I know you must be surprised, my Darling," she said as she clocked my disbelief. "But I just want to give you the best first-anniversary present ever. I know how you love looking at porn when I'm not around - sometimes you've been very careless in not clearing the internet history. I've seen the kind of porn you like and I've been busy trying to make sure you never need to look at another woman in that way again. Thinking of you alone when you were away, wanking over other women, made me jealous and horny so I decided to give you some presents. I think you like the ones I've given you already but, on our first anniversary, I want to give you a present you'll never forget."

Feeling both excited and a little foolish, I suddenly realised what had brought about the change in Deepika's behaviour. It was true that I had been careless with the internet history at times, thinking Deepika didn't have the IT skills or inclination to look at it. It was also true that I liked images or films of anal sex, cum in mouth and lingerie. She had clearly done her research! And the thought that my quiet, demure wife wanted to become my own, personal porn-star was an anniversary present from heaven.

"I want you to fuck me like the guy in the video. I want to be the woman you're thinking of when you wank off from now on."

"You're always the woman I think of when I wank," I told her. "Most of the porn I watch features Indian women. You must have noticed that. It's no coincidence."

Deepika slowly walked behind me, kissing my neck as she removed my phone from the inside pocket of my creased linen suit jacket and handed it to me before removing the jacket itself.

"Well this Indian woman is real, beside you, and she wants your cock in all her holes. I hope you still have some energy after your journey." With that, Deepika moved in front of me and knelt down, unzipping the flies of my trousers. She nodded towards the phone in my hand. "Video mode today, and remember to send me the clips afterwards."

My cock was already so hard at the prospect of what was to come that Deepika must have known she would find it difficult to get it out of my flies so, unfastening my belt and undoing my trouser button, she allowed my trousers to fall to the floor as I hastily removed my shirt before starting to film her. My boxer shorts betrayed my excitement: a small damp patch was clearly visible on the green fabric and as she pulled them to the floor, a string of pre-cum hung limply to the tip of my straightened rod.

Deepika gently moved me around so the iPad could clearly capture the moment she moved her tongue slowly up the length of my shaft, licking up all my silvery juices before squeezing another drop from my reddened tip and swallowing it. In one movement she enveloped my entire cock in her mouth then slowly released it until only my thick, bulbous head remained in her mouth. It was all I could do not to thrust myself back inside her and fuck her throat until she gagged, but I held back, allowing her lips and tongue to work their magic on my cock. Thick, red lines of lipstick now covered my length but Deepika didn't appear to worry about that, instead, gripping the top of my ballsack loosely between her thumb and forefinger, she took each nut in turn into her mouth, sometimes looking up directly at the camera I was holding by my chest.

"Mmm... I'm looking forward to having this big fat cock in my arse," she said to my camera in her best coquettish Indian accent. "I want you to fuck my hole and fill it with your spunk."

'Oh my God, she's seen that I've watched the dirty talk videos too,' I thought, as Deepika turned her attention once more to my leaking pole.

The iPad must have captured every moment of the amazing blow-job I was receiving. From time to time she would stop her greedy sucking to punctuate the action with some dialogue.

"I can feel how full your big, heavy balls are," Deepika began again, looking directly at my phone. "Full of your rich, white cum - all for me. I'm going to drain every drop of cum from these big, white balls then squirt it out of my arsehole. Will you enjoy that, huh?"

To hear my wife utter such filth just made me leak even more pre-cum for her tongue to clean up, and the Indian accent she was faking just made it even more arousing.

Deepika started unbuttoning the blouse of her sari. She wasn't wearing a bra and as the blouse began to separate, her two tawny mounds and thick, dark nipples began to be revealed beneath the heavy, gold-embroidered fabric. She left the bottom button fastened to stop the front of the blouse from coming apart completely but, as she pulled the fabric aside, her small breasts bounced gently in front of me. Again she looked at my phone camera lens.

"Ah, you like my titties, huh? You like my little brown titties? I like it when you suck them and make my nipples stiff. Will you do that for me now? Will you?"

Deepika rose from her knees and lay on the bed in front of the SLR, checking she was in shot on the screen as I quickly removed my socks, remembering how absurd they make men look in porn films.

"Come to me, My Darling," she said enticingly, patting the bed sheet beside her. "Come and suck on my lovely, milky titties."

As I started gently sucking and nibbling at Deepika's breasts, she moaned softly while pushing up her breasts to meet my mouth.

"Oh, yes! I love it when you are rough with them," she whimpered as she moved one hand between my legs, lightly cupping my balls between her fingers as she softly scratched the tight skin of my perineum with her long fingernails. "Can you feel how hard my nipples are getting?"

It was true: her nipples were rock hard as I continued to nibble and lick them.

"Now feel how wet my pussy is," Deepika said as she hitched the skirt of her dress around her waist. Not only had she dispensed with wearing the petticoat she had worn on our wedding day, she also seemed to have neglected to wear any panties, but the biggest surprise was that her pussy had been completely waxed. It was the first time I had seen her without the familiar dark curls that usually extended from her navel to her anus.

"You like it?" she asked as I moved my hand over her mound. "Yes, I wanted to be clean and smooth for my husband's return: for when I welcome his big, thick cock inside my pussy again. Do you approve?"

"I love it!" I said. Although I would miss the musky smell of her bush as I went down on her, it was exciting to see that the new, slutty Deepika had a different look down below.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy, huh? Is that what you want, my husband? To fill your wife's pussy with your cock and fuck her like a dog?"

As Deepika went onto all fours and pulled the skirt of her sari further onto her back, the scene became suddenly familiar. This was the point at which the video she had sent had begun: the Indian wife about to be fucked by the guy. I knew what I had to do and knelt behind her. Grabbing my cock firmly in one hand, I drove it inside her soft, wet folds.

Deepika mimicked the painful whimpers of women in Indian porn films: the moans of a wife submitting reluctantly to her husband as he claims his marital rights. I watched on the SLR screen as she looked at the camera, as if appealing to it for help as I pounded her ferociously in the background.

"Oh no! Your cock is too big!" She whimpered, a look of pain and distress on her face. "My pussy is too small to take it. Please stop!"

The scenario, particularly after two days of desperate waiting for Deepika, was in danger of making me cum too quickly and as I continued to film my cock thrusting into Deepika's pussy, I had the difficult task of turning my thoughts to other things to allow the burning need for an orgasm to pass. I tried to zone out, thinking of something - anything - else, but the sound of our bodies slapping together and her delightful warm wetness on my cock was bringing me to the edge. I pulled out, resting my cock on her anus and the pre-orgasmic sensations began to ebb.

"Oh God, no!" Deepika cried, remaining firmly in character. "No, not my bottom, please!" Even as she said the words she was sliding a tube of lubricant across the bed, out of camera shot.

I put down my phone, took the lube and clicked open the lid. Squeezing the clear gel onto my fingers, I rubbed it liberally over my cock before using one finger to prepare Deepika's arsehole for the fucking it was about to receive. My finger glided in easily - she must have been practising with her rabbit before my arrival. After wiping my hand on the sheets, I picked up my phone again and started filming again as I brought her hips level with mine and lined up my cock at her hole.

As my tip slowly broke through her tight, reluctant sphincter, I knew that Deepika's gasps and moans were no longer fake. This was the first time she had taken a real cock in her arsehole and no matter how much she had practised with her toys it was bound to be uncomfortable. I slowly and gently eased myself deeper, enjoying a feeling I had not experienced in years as my camera caught every moment of my wife's defilement.

Pausing for a moment to allow Deepika time to adjust to my cock, I looked at the SLR screen. Deepika was lying quietly, her face on the bed, eyes shut and mouth open. Her expression was not one of pain but almost one of wonderment as she experienced her husband in a way she had never done before. I pushed myself further inside, watching her eyes open wide as she felt my cock's steady progress into the depths of her rectum. Only when I felt my balls press on her inner thighs did I pause again, allowing her to savour the feeling of eight inches of cock in her bumhole.

My first thrusts were very shallow as her arsehole gripped my cock like a vice but after a few moments I felt her relax and my cock began to slide more easily inside her. I began to lengthen each stroke and before long I was slowly withdrawing to the tip before easing myself back inside her again.

Deepika began the fake Indian moans again and I knew she must be getting more comfortable. Occasionally she would clam up, gasping as her bum involuntarily gripped my cock hard for a few seconds but within minutes her hole was completely relaxed and taking a hard, fast pounding. I knew it wouldn't be long before I could hold back no longer.

"Oh God..! No..! Stop! I can't take any more...! Deepika was really hamming it up for the camera now. If she managed to effectively splice the clips from my camera together with the ones from the other devices, she would have an amazing video to present me with for our anniversary.

Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer. Remembering the porn video Deepika had sent, I knew she wanted me to pull out at the last minute so, as I felt my balls tighten and the cum making its way to my tip I roughly pulled out, leaving Deepika's arsehole wide open and gaping like the entrance to a small cave. My cock became over-sensitive and my orgasm began. Pointing my cock at her open hole, I blasted a first thick load inside her. Taking aim again, I squirted two more ropes over her bum cheeks and onto her wedding dress. As my reserves of cum - depleted by days of wanking - began to run dry, I pushed myself back inside her as the remnants of my load ebbed from the tip of my cock and into her arsehole. After wanking out the final drops, I pulled out.

Deepika pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and turned to show the camera the sorry mess I had made of both her arsehole and her wedding dress. I couldn't see much detail on the camera screen but I could see her bum winking as she pushed out a steady trickle of my cum. Between her open legs a small reservoir of semen was forming on the sheets.

I couldn't wait to see the video!

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Ten days later I was attending my final three-day conference of the season in Bournemouth. Each evening I would phone Deepika and send her my love but, despite endlessly checking my phone, nothing sexy came through in all the time I was away - no video, no photos. Nothing.

The final day of the conference was also the day of our wedding anniversary and I was intrigued to see what Deepika had done with the video clips. What would the final movie look like? Would she send it to me to wank over before I left my hotel?

But it was with a heavy heart that I packed my bags and headed to the station. No video had been forthcoming and, although the photographs of my wife being fucked had helped, I was desperately missing her. Perhaps Deepika had scrapped the whole video idea? Maybe the footage hadn't been good enough, or the editing software too difficult to use? Could I expect a more conventional anniversary present on my return? Or maybe I would get the video tomorrow - we had decided to postpone our anniversary celebrations to Saturday on account of me being away.

I reached home just after ten o'clock and heard Deepika shout from the kitchen.

"Hey Darling, welcome home. Happy anniversary!"

"Happy anniversary, Gorgeous. Where are you?" I wanted anniversary hugs and kisses.

There was the soft pad of feet on the laminate then she appeared, naked but for her lacy, red wedding lingerie, carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses on a tray.

"Follow me, Handsome."

I took off my coat and followed her to the bedroom. The room was illuminated by what must have been fifty tea lights, and a diffuser was silently scenting the room with lavender. The only other light came from the television screen which had been paused. Flickering on the screen we're the words, "James and Deepika's First Wedding Anniversary."

Deepika put down the tray and after kissing and hugging each other excitedly, she led me to the bed.

"Happy anniversary, Darling," she said. "I know we said we'd celebrate properly tomorrow, but do you want your present now?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Well get undressed and I'll pour you a glass of champagne. I think you'll like it."

I undressed and quickly showered as Deepika poured the wine, placed two glasses either side of the bed and undressed. When I returned from the en-suite, Deepika was lying naked on the bed, phone in hand. I sat on the bed, assuming we would cuddle up and watch the video together but I had underestimated my wife again. Instead, she crawled between my open legs.

"Watch the video, not me. Do you promise? Now, enjoy," she said. As she tapped her phone the video started.

As soon as the video began, Deepika had my cock in her mouth. I wanted to watch her suck me, to reciprocate her touches and to pleasure her in return but if I took my eyes off the screen for even a moment she would shoot me a dirty look and indicate with a sideways nod of her head that I should be watching the television, not her. I relaxed and allowed her to pleasure me, keeping my gaze firmly on the video.

By the time she had sucked me hard, I was transfixed. The many clips had been edited and spliced perfectly and even the sound quality was amazing. I felt my cock twitch in her mouth as the on-screen Deepika moaned and panted under my cock's onslaught. My balls tightened as I watched for the first time her face contort as my cock entered her arsehole for the first time but, as I watched again how I sprayed her arsehole with cum, I realised I couldn't hold back any longer.

My orgasm came quickly and almost without warning. I didn't have a chance to prepare Deepika for the fountain of sperm she was about to receive and, as I unloaded several strong blasts of cum into her mouth, I could see she was taken aback at how quickly and heavily I had cum. But as the flow of thick, white drops ebbed away she regained her composure, continuing to tease the final few drops from my tip as I watched her on-screen alter-ego empty her bottom onto the sheets.

As my cock grew soft and Deepika moved her head away I could see she had already swallowed my load. She kneeled up, straddled me, and gave me a deep cum-flavoured kiss.

Behind her the screen simply read, "Happy Anniversary, James."

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