Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho
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"Let's go," said Sheila abruptly, unable to take the ache in her nipples. She was not in control and this was not how she wanted to do this. Interruptions and all, her house balcony seemed a better bet for control.

"But what about her? What did you bring me here to tell me? You cannot say something is wrong with me and then leave it incomplete," he complained.

"Oh, nothing is wrong with you dear," said Sheila spontaneously. She moved towards Pritam and held him by his arm hoping to reassure him. He felt the wine on her breath as she stood close to him.

"Aunty," murmured the young man.

"Oh, Pritam! I want you two to be so happy," whispered Sheila rubbing his arm.

"But we are!" said Pritam, moving closer to the woman who had meant so much to them. Those magnificent breasts came to rest against his chest.

"There are things missing. I want to teach you about those," said Sheila. Feeling her nipples stab his chest. It was years since she had taken a younger man. The seduction game was like swimming; once you learnt it, it came back to you naturally at the opportune moment.

Lips parted, warm, wet and searching, Sheila reached up and closed her mouth over his and kissed Pritam.

"Don't get this wrong," she whispered into his lips between kisses. "I am doing this for your own good. Yours and Binita's."

Pritam's mind was in whirl. His pulse was racing and his cock was engorged. His surrogate, stand-in, city mom was kissing him and he was kissing her back. She was a woman worth fucking and he was all ready for her. And if any guilt should have stopped them, she had it covered with her good wishes for them. Her intentions were not to be doubted he thought. His hands came up, one on her hip and the other to side swell of her breast.

"Did you know: just as you finish there is a finish for her too?" murmured Sheila as she nibbled at his lips.

"Is there, aunty?" stammered Pritam. As her lips continued their work, the hands on her became more sure. He felt her breasts. He now wanted to knead them and suck them good. Would she let him?

"Yes, there is. And it needs patience. You cannot go at her with this," said Sheila sliding a hand between them and feeling the outline of his cock. She gasped. He was nice and hard. The blood pounded in her head. She needed release.

Pritam was startled with the effect of her hand on his cock and his teeth caught her lip.

"Then what?" he asked, his hips moving in the fuck-rhythm against her hand.

"See, that is all you know," explained Sheila. "To fuck with that cock of yours," she said, emphasizing the 'k's in the sentence, becoming sluttish in her talk.

"Aunty!" gasped Pritam his gasp a mix excitement at Sheila's talk and his own physical need of the moment.

She pushed him back and walking backward hoisted herself up on the ledge. "Come here, young man," she invited him. As he walked toward her she raised her leg and placed it on his chest stopping him from getting closer. Her legs were wide and had there been more light he would have glimpsed her pussy, which was at least as engorged as her nipples. The lips were slick with her juices as the woman flowed with the thought of a new seduction and conquest. Pritam could not see it at that moment but Sheila was wearing nothing under her petticoat -- another playful habit of hers on party nights.
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She slid the leg over his shoulder and placed the other leg on the side wall.

"Go down," she commanded.

Pritam held her leg in his hand and allowed his lips to drag on her calf. Her legs were fleshy and heavy of a woman well into her forties. But she was silky smooth. As his head moved towards her pussy his head pushed the saree and petticoat into a bunch.

Sheila laughed. "Fool," she whispered and lifted the garments and threw them over his head.

As the acid smell of her pussy hit him Pritam drew in his breath and gripping her hips in his hand, kissed her there. He gasped as his lips encountered her open wet flesh. She was wearing nothing! He kissed her again, tasting the somewhat viscous fluid. It tasted sharp.

He tried to lift his head. He wanted more of her.

"Stop," she commanded, forcing his head down.

He shook himself free. "What next?" he asked, peering up to her.

She was a sight to behold. Her lips were hanging open in lust and she had let herself fall back as she allowed her legs to open. Her chest was heaving from her breathless passion.

"Lick me! That is what Binita misses," she panted.

"She told you?" he asked incredulously.

"I just know," she hissed, pressing his head down forcefully and lying back. "Put your tongue out and lick me," she ordered.

Pritam tentatively put out his tongue. And lapped at her. They were weak, exploratory strokes. He needed to be harder. She moved her hips against him, grinding her pussy against his face. Pritam gulped, his tongue losing the battle.

"Your tongue!" she commanded him, holding him by his ears. "It should meet my hip thrusts! Tongue me. Lick me!"

Pritam held out his tongue against the pussy lips which seemed soaked now. He tongued her.

"Yes! Yes!" moaned Sheila. "Like that!"

Pritam's hands roamed searching for those magnificent breasts. She grabbed his hands. "This is not about you. You guys can only think 'breasts' and 'fuck'. Think about her. Think of the pleasure she is getting now!" she said. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she intoned to make sure he knew the strokes were working.

"Mmph!" grunted Pritam.

Now focus on the top with the tip of your tongue," she said.

As he formed a pointed tip with his tongue, he found Sheila aunty manipulating her pussy so her clit touched the point. She shuddered. He felt the slick jut of flesh.
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"Feel that?" she asked.

"Mmph," he affirmed.

"Remember that, ok?" she panted. "Now GO at it," she emphasized the go. Pritam lashed at her with the tongue tip.

"Yes!" she hissed.

"Alternate," she instructed him. He stopped. She thrust her hips frantically searching for the obliging tongue.

"Between the tip and the licks," she said quickly so that he could recommence to satisfy her needs.

"This will bring her to a finish if you do it long enough," she stammered as the tongue found its mark.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yah!" she groaned as her orgasm rose rapidly. "Ram your fingers into her at this point," she pleaded. "She doesn't know if she wants the vacuum filled or the clit hammered" she wailed.

"She or you?" gasped Pritam.

"She! She! Sheee!" sobbed Sheila as Pritam's fingers slid into the gaping cunt unobstructed even for a bit.

Her hips violently bucked and thrashed as her orgasm rippled through her. She held his head hard and in place to ensure she didn't miss one single tongue stroke.

Pritam, the eager student, mechanically and faithfully continued his ministrations. His limited knowledge helped him finish her to perfection.

Sheila squirted, drenching a surprised, shocked Pritam, his nostrils filled with her fluids and he opened his mouth for a large inhalation, nearly choking on her juices. And having filled his lungs plunged back to the still squirting, squelching, throbbing and thrashing Sheila.

"Yes Pritam! Yes! This is what Binita wants!" she sobbed.

"You, you, you!" sputtered Pritam into her bubbling cunt as he completed his assigned task.

When he rose from the depths of her pussy, she was radiant in her complete release.

"That," she panted, "Is how a woman completes! Have you ever seen Binita like this?"

Pritam shook his head, her cum and juices staining his chin and lips. "No" he gasped.

"Do it to her like this," she said triumphantly.

"And don't you want to check how a man finishes? Whether I do that right?" asked Pritam, unbuckling his trousers.

Sheila staggered to get up. "Beta, I don't think we can do that!" she stammered, well in control of her senses post-orgasm.

"Why not?" it was a rhetorical question from Pritam.

His cock lunged free as he moved forward over her. He reached for the bow lace at her neck. Those breasts would now be his. As he tugged he was delightfully surprised at what happened next.

The two panels of the blouse moved apart to their natural position with the swell of her breasts. He could see the mounds of flesh, bare -- no bra, as he had guessed. On one side her nipple, standing erect was visible. The other panel covered the nipple of the breast. He moved apart the panels and hands trembling, claimed his prize.

"No!" gasped Sheila, her hands on his arms. Pritam was now over her and his cock waved between her legs.

"Son, this is wrong!" she pleaded.

Pritam did not answer except to knead those magnificent breasts as he knew to, and moved closer. His cock slid into the cunt, lubricated by the mess between her legs.

"Pritam!" she gasped, "Not like this!"

He stiffened. Maybe she really wanted to stop him? He wanted her- but she was his Sheila aunty. Crazed as he was, she was the woman he obeyed instinctively. If she let him, he would fuck her. And how!

But if she didn't, he wouldn't. And that would not surprise him.

"Dry her before you fuck her," instructed Sheila. She was not stopping him, to his surprise. She was teaching him how. She grabbed her petticoat and stuffed it up her pussy making it as dry as she could. Then she wiped his cock with it.

"Now, now," she invited, wiggling her hips and pulling him to herself. "Fuck her!" she commanded. She sighed with contentment as she felt his cock prise apart her lips only to be absorbed by the bubbling pit within. She squeezed her hips together, feeling the circumference.
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The instructor in her took note of the fact that in the wetness, Pritam's cock was lost. And she contrasted that with the fullness of Thakur, wet or not.

"Move your legs apart," she ordered, the pulse in her neck quickening as she felt tremors building.

He balanced himself atop her, spreading his legs.

She moved her legs closer and felt her self closing around the slender but hard cock. This was better.

"This is how she wants to be fucked," hissed Sheila. She humped his cock wildly. Pritam hung on for dear life. His cock was mauled and milked by the expert fucking from Sheila aunty.

"Aunty!" he groaned as he spilt into her. Sheila moved her legs behind him and pummeled his ass making him quiver his entire release into her pussy.

"Oh yes, my baby! Fill me! Fuck me! Love me!" she wept. "This, this is what she wants!"

Sheila loved Pritam and the sexual intimacy was deeply, deeply satisfying. She took him as her own, she filled herself with him. She milked him. She dried him out. And as he felt her do all those to him, Pritam fixed his mouth on her breast and sucked and dug his teeth into them. He had wanted them all evening and between kneading and sucking he satisfied his thirst.

And he filled her thirst for him; a thirst which she did not know had existed.

The frantic movements ceased. The woman he treated as his mother lay beneath him, open, mauled and plundered.

The thrusting ceased as he had no more seed to spill. The boy she treated as her son lay slumped on top, spent.

They held each other close, savoring the intimacy which only a complete sexual release brings.

She patted his arm. "That, is what she wants" whispered Sheila.

Pritam, sweaty from the exertion, nodded. He had never licked and tongued Binita like that.

But Sheila knew there was more to handle. She had taught him how to suck Binita. But she had also experienced the fuck. And the contrast between Thakur and Pritam was clear to her, even in one encounter. Binita must feel the difference every time both men touched her. The son was a shadow of the father. And the father, old or not, was a bull of a man.

She had tried to teach Pritam the technique of straddling his wife. But she was unsure if he could make that work.

As she laced up her blouse and smoothed down her saree and petticoat, she wondered if she needed a chat with Binita.

"Don't come down with me," muttered Sheila aunty as she left. The contrast between what she was, what she had done and her own conclusions about Thakur and her son had started more problems.

There was more to come; she knew it.
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#85
Nice story
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#86
Though Adulterous ...... narrated beautifully ...... enjoyed ......
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#87
waooo super hot. please write more please.
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#88
this is super hot story.... thanks a lot for sharing

updates if any, would be amazing
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#89
Wow another awesome story

Sadly stoped in the middle

Thank you so much for such a wonderful story
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#90
Nice story
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nice story
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