Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Finally, it was over. Mukta slumped back onto the table while Ganesh rested on his elbows, hovering over her. She ran her fingernails over his back as she stared into his eyes. Ganesh returned her stare, a faint smile evident on his up-turned lips. For several minutes, they lay there, basking in the afterglow.

When Ganesh went to stand up, Mukta moaned. “No,pleaseee no I want it moreeeeeeeee” she said softly, her arms still around his back. But he just smiled at her as he pushed aside her arms and stood up.

It was then that Mukta realized that he was still hard. She looked at him with questioning eyes as he grabbed her legs and lifted them upright, before slowly pressing them towards her head.

For a moment, just when she realized what the young man wanted, she swore her heart stopped beating. But she hesitated only slightly before obediently reaching up, grabbing her legs, and pulling them to her chest. Neither of them said a word as Ganesh guided his cock, still wet with her juices, to her forbidden hole the tight asshole. He slid the tip around her asshole, and pressed lightly at the entrance.

When Mukta told the boy he could take anything he wanted, she never imagined he would want her ass. She’d never given her ass to anyone before, and she had to admit, she was scared, uncertain if she could handle his size without being ripped apart. But she’d said anything, and she wasn’t going to back down now. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she could even if she wanted to. And Mukta could feel her juices beginning to flow again. “OOOOOOOoh Goddd, help me,I am ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssssss goddddddddddd” she thought as his tip eased inside her.

Ganesh had one hand between her legs, steadying her, as his other hand guided his erection. Slowly, he eased into her, and then backed out, not quite completely withdrawing. He could see the strained look on Mukta’s face as he slowly eased himself in and out, not allowing himself to delve deeply until she was ready to handle him. 
Gradually, he felt her muscles relaxing, and he eased in a little further, still pumping her slowly, carefully. Soon he was half way in, then he was almost there. And finally, he had his entire lund in her ass. He moved his hands to her legs, freeing hers for other pleasures.

As he stood over her with his cock buried deep in her ass, the enormity of his situation hit him. Here he was ass fucking a hot woman more than twice his age, the mother of a former teammate. And he, albeit with her blessing, was in complete control. 

He smiled as he watched her hands move purposefully to her pussy, uncovering her button and stroking it, never taking her eyes off of him. She moaned as he spread her legs wider and began pumping his big lund into her asshole.

Mukta’s head spun with conflicting emotions as she lay beneath her young stud, more exposed and more controlled than at any time in her life. The naughtiness, the degradation of being taken in the ass, not to mention the pain. But the pain was turning more and more to pleasure as Ganesh eased himself in and out of her. She could feel her pussy coming to life as she continued working her clit.

Ganesh gradually increased the pace, slamming into her quicker and with greater urgency. He allowed his gaze to wander from her face to her breasts, rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air, and then to her pussy. He watched her fingers expertly working her clit, and listened to the moans that told him she was getting close “ooooooooooooh noooooooooooooooooo I have never had so good in my life Ganesh fuck your friend’s mom like a whore yes make me a randi a chinal yesssssssss fuck meeeee”.

Ganesh kept up his relentless pace while Mukta continued working her clit. He watched her body start jerking spasmodically as her orgasm struck. With an urgency he’d never before experienced, he slammed into her again and again while she gasped “ oooooooooooooooh my godddddddddd yesssssssssssssssssss I am coming agaian yessssssssssssssssssss”.

And at last he came, filling her ass with his cum. His body jerked in time with hers as he emptied his load into her until, at last, it was over. Without a word, Ganesh gingerly withdrew from her, climbed up on the pool table and lay down beside her. The two lay side by side, hand in hand, struggling for air. 

Slowly, they began to recover. It was Mukta who stirred first, rolling onto her side and planting a soft kiss on Ganesh’s forehead. She lifted herself from the pool table and stood up.

“Can I use your phone?” she asked. “I need to let my son know I won’t be home tonight.”

Ganesh looked at her and nodded, wondering what was still to come.

He half-listened to Mukta’s side of the conversation. It seemed that her son was asking a lot of questions, none of which she was answering other than to say that she was fine, and she’d see him sometime tomorrow.

Mukta hung up the phone and stood there, lost in thought. Ganesh had been wonderful, of that there was no doubt. And she certainly was not changing her plans to spend the night with him. Yet just the sound of Prasad’s voice had brought back all the emotions from earlier that day. Giving herself to Ganesh had been a wonderful diversion, but it had not succeeded in displacing her growing jealousy of her best friend Rehana, and of the relationship she had with her son, a relationship that Mukta could never have.

She turned and headed for the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Ganesh asked.

Mukta stopped and turned. “fucking you in your bedroom,” she smiled. A moment later she disappeared up the stairs. Ganesh followed the sound of her footsteps as she moved through the house. Faintly, he heard the sliding glass doors open, and then close, and then there was silence.

With a sigh, he struggled to his feet, knowing that this was going to be a very long night, but one that he was not likely to forget, Mukta spent the entire night fucking the young lad who did not disappoint her.


It was 11:00 Wednesday morning. Mukta sat in her parked car two blocks from home, wondering how she’d be able to face her best friend and her son after all the events that transpired the previous day.

She was wearing a blue cotton kameez that was several sizes too big for her, and a white salwar, both of which were complements of Ganesh. The loan had become necessary when young Ganesh, an eighteen-year-old basketball player and former teammate of her son, had ripped her blouse from her body, rendering the garment unfit for public display. The saree had fared much better, and lie neatly folded in the back seat. Ganesh’s attack on her had been wild and determined, but not unwanted. In fact, it had taken quite a bit of urging on her part to get him started.