Adultery The Debauchery of a young House wife - BY ARTI

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Asha did not know where to go and looked lost when the auto driver asked her. He was eyeing her from the mirror as she took her time to decide. "Hotel main janee ka hai kya", he said mistaking her for a high-class whore. Asha felt angry understanding his insinuation and blurted out Connaught place. She had decided to go to the bank herself and sign the papers. On reaching the bank, she went directly into the manager's cabin and introduced herself. The manager was an old fellow called Mr. Bakshi, and seeing this sexy woman he was all attention. He called for tea and asked the peon to get the necessary papers to his cabin. He was continously staring at Asha's breasts while talking to her. Asha then realized, that in her hurry, she had not worn her bra or panty and thus her swollen nipples were outlined against her thin saree blouse. That's why the auto driver mistook me for a whore she thought. Asha blushed at his gaze and allowed the old man a free show so to speak. Mr. Bakshi stared at this god sent apsara in front of him and was irritated at the promptness shown by his peon in getting the papers fast. He asked Asha to sign, and he got up to stand behind her to explain where the signatures were required. Asha did not know or care what she was signing and did so at Mr. Bakshi's instructions. Standing behind her he got a good look at her cleavage and the deep valley between her fair milky breasts. On the pretext of showing her where to sign he brushed her arms and pressed his crotch against her back and shoulders. Asha was aware of the excitement in the old man from the feel of his stiffening prick, but pretended not to notice. He made her sign and sign, all the time rubbing himself against her, seeing she was not objecting. After it was done, he reluctantly asked for her photographs. Asha had not known about this and did not have any. She said that she would send them on Monday. Mr. Bakshi saw an opportunity to be closer to this apsara and in his gravest voice said that he needed them today itself. "No problem, Mrs. Sinha, I'll come with you and we shall get them today from a nearby photo studio", he said, seeing she was lost for words. He again summoned his peon and asked him to tell the driver to get his official car in the front. So he and Asha went in the banks car to a photo studio. In the car he sat close to Asha letting his leg rest against hers and keeping his arm around her shoulders as he talked about his important post to her. Asha felt his hand rubbing her shoulders as he talked and saw the bulge growing in his trousers. He told her that if she ever needed a loan quickly, he would most certainly oblige her, all the while rubbing her shoulders.

 

He told her of his important position, and how much loan he had given to her husband's company. He also told her that he had been at her wedding, and what a beautiful bride she had looked. As the old ambassador moved over the bumpy roads, he saw her breasts jiggle and he pressed closer to her at each turn of the car. Asha could see a huge bulge in his trousers and was getting excited herself. She loved big cocks and from the size of the bulge, she knew that this old fellow possessed a big one. Mr. Bakshi saw her gazing at his stiffening prick and became excited and bolder as he now rubbed her neck and started praising her beauty and figure. He possessed a monstrous prick. So far he had managed to seduce and fuck all the women, married or single, he had wanted to from his branch. His reputation of having a huge prick had spread through the organization, thanks to the women he had fucked. Seeing this woman staring at his bulge as he fondled her neck, Mr. Bakshi was feeling elated and horny. But alas, the driver stopped the car saying that they had arrived at the studio. Mr. Bakshi and Asha got out of the car and he took hold of her by holding her arm high up near her armpit, so as to feel the roundness of her breasts with his knuckle while walking with her. He too had difficulty in walking, trying to subdue his erect protusion. Asha was feeling excited and very randy with this old bold fellow. She allowed him his excesses, wanting to see what would happen next. How bold would he be? She purposely pouted her lips while talking to him and let him have his way. She liked the feeling of power she had on him. In the studio, the attendant asked if they wanted a 5 min Polaroid photo or the regular passport one which would take 2 hours. Mr. Bakshi immediately vetoed the Polaroid photo saying the bank would not accept that, and asked for the regular passport one. He fussed over Asha, while making her sit on the stool and in the process brushed against her breasts and cupped her face for her to pose correctly. Asha was horny, with all his touchings and pouted her lips to pose for a sexy snap. His bulging crotch was directly in front of her face as he was fussing with her hair and face. She wanted to unzip this old man there and then to see and taste his prick. She could feel her cunt juices flowing at the idea of sucking him off. After the shot was taken, Mr. Bakshi suggested lunch at a nearby restaurant, since they had to wait for 2 hours anyway. Asha meekly accepted and off they went. Mr. Bakshi chose a dimly lit restaurant and sat next to her on the table. There were only a handful of other people there at the time. In the restaurant, due to it being dimly lit, Mr. Bakshi grew bolder and pressed against Asha while talking. Asha felt his hot breath on her as he talked and massaged her shoulders and neck in the process. He invited Asha to have beer with him and although Asha had never tasted the stuff before, she agreed, as she was feeling very horny with this old guy.

 

Mr. Bakshi brought the beer glass to her lips as she Asha took a big gulp. He was happy at her drinking and grew bolder in his touch as gulp after gulp was drunk by both of them. His hands had moved under her armpits and he was now caressing her breasts. He kneaded them through the thin fabric of her blouse as this sexy woman whimpered in submission to her growing desire. Mr. Bakshi then kissed her full on the lips. "Mr. BBBAAKKSSHHIII", Asha gasped at his boldness. "You are a sexy woman, Mrs.Sinha, I just could'nt control myself", saying this he kissed her again, biting her lower lip. "Uunnnnngh ooooooooohhh", Asha replied not wanting him to stop. She was hot with desire and grabbed at his prick with her hand under the table. Asha gasped at the hardness and size of this old mans prick as she felt it. Seeing her whimpering and tightly holding his cock, Mr. Bakshi knew he could fuck her without any hassles. He quickly paid the bill and asked for the key to the room upstairs by parting with Rs. 500 to the waiter. The waiter saw that this old fellow had pataoed this sexy woman, who was moaning to be fucked. The waiter was familiar with Mr. Bakshi as in the past too, he had asked for the use of the room, sometimes with his trainee female staff and other times with prostitutes.  Asha blushed at this exchange of money and knowing looks between the two men. She was hot with desire and was not bothered what the waiter thought of her. She was dying to be fucked. The waiter came back with the key and saw that the old fellow was kissing this sexy woman oblivious to the surroundings. The waiter wondered if he too could get a chance to fuck her. Lucky fellow he thought as he looked lustfully at Asha's half exposed breasts as she was being kissed by the old man. "Salle Budhe ne aaj to mast chokri patai hai, kya mamme hai iske, jaroor maaza aiye ga budhe ko, Salla", thought the waiter while staring at the horny housewife. Mr. Bakshi was feeling elated at having succeeded in seducing this hot sexy married woman. On receiving the key, he proudly led this horny woman by her arm, enjoying the envious looks given by the other people and waiters of this restaurant. He purposely, paused to talk to the manager, while having this obviously wanting-to-be-fucked woman Asha by his side. He made some small talk while letting them see her randy state as he felt her up in their presence. Asha was letting out small gasps in anticipation of fucking as she leaned against this old man as he deftly touched her all over while talking to this man. The manager eyeing her asked Mr, Bakshi, "Ketne mei Sauda", as he too felt her heavy breasts. Mr.Bakshi laughed at his insinuation and pulled Asha away and led her to the staircase. 

 

Once inside the room, Mr. Bakshi lost no time in stripping her. He

first removed her saree and saw his apsara in a see-through blouse,

with her heaving breasts straining to be set free. He sucked at her swollen nipples through the blouse itself.  The thin fabric of the blouse, immediately becoming transparent, after being moistened by the old man's saliva. Asha moaned as he sucked one nipple and then the other and then proceeded to rapidly suck and bite alternate

breasts. "UUNNNGGHHHHHHH    AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH", she cried, as she could feel the onrush of an orgasm. Mr. Bakshi then deftly, removed her petticoat and almost tore her wet flimsy blouse off her tits. Seeing the clean-shaven cunt with the puffed pink cunt lips and her clitoris peeping, he flipped Asha on the bed and started sucking her clit. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AAA

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", Asha wailed as she came on the very first contact of his tongue on her clit. Mr. Bakshi, on seeing her in orgasm, quickly put his tongue into her cunt and sucked vigorously at her cum. This one was really hot and willing, he thought, as he saw her raise her buttocks to meet his tongue in her pussy. The very thought of a man eating her pussy was enough to drive Asha into orgasm. Mr. Bakshi then proceeded to remove his own clothes. Asha saw, as he removed his shirt, that he had white hair on his chest and his upper body was thin, loose and scrawny. She was a bit put off by it, as all the men she had been to bed with so far had masculine strong chests and arms. But, when he removed his pants and underpants, the sight of his erect penis transfixed Asha. Asha stared and stared with her mouth open, unable to speak, letting out small gutteral noises. "URGH UGH URGHH", she went, staring at this prick. Mr. Bakshi was used to such reactions from women and it gave him a sense of power. He was a patient and experienced fucker. Some women would instantly dry up and break into cold sweat seeing his monster. He needed to assuage their worries and fuck them slowly, to get them wet again. He could sense this women drying up at the thought of being unable to accommodate his prick. He caught hold of her hand and gently placed it on his prick. Feeling this huge thing, Asha was jolted into reality as she cried, "NAHHIN, NAHHIN, MR.BAKSHIIIIIIII, MAIN MAR JAOONGI". Before she could say any further, Mr. Bakshi put the head of his prick in her mouth. Gently rubbing her face and hair he said, "GABRAO NAHIN MRS. SINHA, TUM BAS ISSE CHUUSO, CHUUSO AUR KUCH MAT SOOCHO". Asha compliantly started sucking his prick head as he gently prodded more and more of his prick inside her. Sensing she might choke, he withdrew his prick and rubbed the saliva stained head on her face. He then again inserted his prick in her mouth. He kept doing that, till he felt her comfortably and willing to the task of having and sucking his cock in her mouth. After sometime, this sexy married woman started sucking his balls on her own. This went on for some time and Mr. Bakshi was losing control and about to cum. He the withdrew his rock hard throbbing prick and went down on Asha and started to suck and nibble at her clitoris and her swollen cunt-lips. He could taste her getting wet as she moaned in pleasure. Seeing that this sexy bitch was thoroughly wet and soaked he lifted her legs over his shoulders and sank his prick slowly into her tight cunt. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH", moaned Asha as her cunt was stretched by his prick. Mr. Bakshi had only been able to put his prick in halfway, when he felt resistance from her cunt walls. He prodded to shove slowly and slowly as this housewife cried in pain. "MRRRRRRRR. BBBAAKKSSSIIIII, OOOOOUUUIIMMMMAAAAAAAAAAA,

MMMUUJJHHHEEE TTUUUMM PPHHHAAAAADD DDOOOGGGEEEEEEEE".  Mr. Bakshi then withdrew his prick and slowly plunged into her cunt again. He kept doing that, noticing that at each attempt her cunt was being stretched further and further as he was slowly able to sink his full prick in. He the rested his hands on her sweaty breasts and started stroking slowly but firmly, letting his prick sink slowly in fully as his balls rubbed against her buttocks. Slowly her cries of pain turned into loud moans of pleasure as Mr. Bakshi fucked her slowly. "MAZAA AA RAHA HAIN NA, TERI CHOOT TO BAHUT MAST AUR TIGHT HAI ASHA SINHA", SAID Mr. Bakshi enjoying the tightness of her cunt and the sight of such a fair and sexy woman moaning in pleasure. "AAAARRRGGHHHH HHHHAAAAAN

BBBBAAAHHHHUUUTTT   MAAAZZZAAAAAACHHOODD, OOOCHHHOODDOOO, OOOUUIIIIIIIIII MAAAAAA CCHHOODDOOOO, CHHHOODDOOOOOOOOOOOO", cried Asha as she raised her buttocks to meet his strokes. Mr. Bakshi sensing her enjoyment, began to pound her cunt rapidly allowing his balls to slap harder and harder against her raised buttocks. "THWAP THWIP THWAP THWIP THWAP", he went as he started fucking her furiously. "OOOUUUIIIIIIIIII MAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOHHHHUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH, AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH", cried Asha at his powerful thrusts. Sensing her orgasm, Mr. Bakshi slowed his strokes as he enjoyed the sensation of her cunt muscles squeezing his prick and the sight of her sexy face in the throes of her orgasm. He remained still and erect inside her. After a few minutes, he began to thrust again, building the tempo slowly. Again `THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP", he went as he stroked and stroked her cunt. Through glazed eyes and moaning lips Asha saw the old man, now sweating, as he fucked her harder and harder. He went on and on without a break in his rythmn as she came and came in multiple orgasms. The double bed was creaking with his powerful strokes and her breasts were being badly mauled and crushed by his hands. Suddenly, his body went rigid and Asha felt hot semen shooting inside her as he came. Mr. Bakshi withdrew his prick and forced it into Asha's mouth spraying her with his gushing semen as he came. He then collapsed on the bed beside her as both of their bodies were covered with sweat and their bodies breathing heavily. After some time, he got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash himself. Coming out of the shower, he asked Asha to have one too and then they would leave. Asha quickly had a shower and wiped herself with the same towel, smelling his body scents on herself. Her blouse was in a pitiful state, being wet with his saliva. As she put it on, she could see her nipples clearly through the wet material. Having no recourse she covered almost naked breasts with her pallu and went down with him. The manager and a couple of waiters were there to receive the room keys from Mr. Bakshi and they all leered at her thoroughly fucked state. Her already pouty lips were pouting more due to their being swollen and these men stripped her naked as Mr. Bakshi made small talk with them before leaving. The manager thumped Mr. Bakshi on his back saying, "SAALA, BAHUT MAZZA KIYA, KYA MAAL THOKA HAI TUNNE AAJ", looking Asha up and down while saying so. Mr. Bakshi put his hands around her naked waist and winked at these men as he led Asha out into the waiting car. Once inside, he told her that he would pick up the photographs himself and ordered his driver to take her home after dropping him off at the bank. "Majja aya, is budhe ke sat", he said loudly, not bothered that the driver could hear. "Bolo, Mrs. Sinha, kya maza aya", he continued till Asha replied softly, "Hain". On hearing her soft voice, he laughed loudly and said, "Mujhe phone marna, aur mazza doonga". Saying that he got off, telling the driver to drop her home again.