Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

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His touch was there for Nandini's pleasure, but only Shyam knew that his fingers were playing games just to show his Sunita. Nandini could not have known where that new sense of urgency in his fingers came from. She laughed her pleasure as he entered her pussy, two fingers at once. Her hips acquired the rhythm that no woman ever had to consciously learn. She held his head and forced him down to suck her breasts. Nandini was only too aware of the exhibitionist location in which all this was happening but she didn't think they would be spotted. Not that it mattered, though she had noticed more than once before, that when she and Shyam were fucking, Nandini had talked of Sunita and found his cock swelling to new proportions. Nandini secretly wished Sunita could see them like this. She smiled as her body moved in waves rippling from head to toe in soft pleasure, building up to the hard maddening pleasure Shyam was sure to deliver her.

Shyam moved his head off her breasts. And nuzzled her soft expansive tummy now. She was definitely heavier and flabbier than Sunita. He tugged at the flesh and pulled to see if sensations would travel down to her pussy. "Ow!" she complained, as he got aggressive in his wish to reach all the way down. Shyam went gentler now. His fingers were thrust deep and up into her and his tongue snaked out to seek his target. Acrid. Acid. That is how she tasted. It would take some slobbering to get more flow out and dilute this sharpness. Sunita was always so richly flowing and she tasted less acid, perhaps more pungent in her own way. But there was less of sharpness to cope with. He licked at her slit and Nandini spread her legs out ever wider, her right leg going over the back of the sofa. She put her hands behind her head and comfortably settled down for a long luxurious tonguing. Her left leg slid to the floor and she was moaning. Shyam knew this was going to be long and involved, and he also knew what was going to happen next.

As he fucked with his fingers her wetness became abundant and soon his fingers were sliding in and out so effortlessly that he was sure he couldn't be pleasuring her enough. He spread his fingers wider so it would be like a thick cock sliding in and out and sure enough, the groaning resumed. And then she started. She needed to cum and she was going to have to fantasize to go over the edge. This was new. She loved completely intense cumming and it didn't happen till she had fantasized about where and how she was.

"Yes! Suck her, you bastard. She is the one you want to suck and fuck like this isn't it?" she hissed. And as she said that her hips jerked. "Oh, yes, baby! Like that, yes, like that! Do her!" she moaned. Sunita's hands jerked between her legs, her rhythm gone awry with the excitement of what she had just heard. She couldn't believe her ears. What was Nandini talking about? She was asking Shyam to suck and mouth someone else? Who? Her next words imploring Shyam told her all.

"Would you like to suck Sunita like this? Is this Sunita you are sucking? Is that why your tongue is so eager, and your lips milking so deeply?" moaned Nandini. Sunita was shocked. How could Shyam allow Nandini to talk about her like this? She had never ever talked of Shyam in any fashion to anyone, let alone in such sexual terms. Her eyes were transfixed on the undulating body of Nandini as she took her pleasure. Sunita closed her eyes and imagined what Nandini was going through. There had been a distinct change in the convulsions of Nandini's body the moment she started to fantasize about Sunita. Was it renewed vigor from Shyam? Was it Nandini enjoying the turn-on thought of Shyam going down on Sunita? Sunita could virtually feel the ripples radiating outward from her cunt as Nandini must surely be feeling at this time. The gathering up of her womb, the churning of something at the floor of her pelvis, somewhere near the spine, the shots of electricity to her nipples.... She felt all that without being touched. Just at the thought of what Nandini might be feeling as she fantasized that it was Sunita that Shyam was sucking.

Sunita heard a sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes to see Nandini stretch out her legs fully, taut and extended. She had stopped moving. Her hands were on Shyam's head. Every time Shyam hit the right spot she hissed, "Yessssssssssssssss!" and her hands rubbed his scalp. Then she stopped rubbing as she waited for next pass over of the more sensitive area of her pussy. Then some more rubbing and moaning. And then she started to move her hips again. Bucking and thrashing. "Yes! You bastard, take her there! Pleasure her! She wants it! She is waiting for you, up there. Go! Take her! I will help you take her!" she was literally pleading with Shyam to go on.

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The sofa creaked loudly as her sumptuous ass pounded the cushions. Shyam was now slobbering loudly. Sunita knew they were being way too noisy but she was transfixed and unable to move or even think. Her panties were soaked and her fingers played uselessly with the lips outwardly. It would have been impossible to miss this and sleep through the noisy lovemaking she thought. Her other hand gripped the railing hard, her knuckles whitening, as she rubbed herself with the free hand, wishing she had learned from Shyam about masturbating. Nandini shuddered and shook so violently that clearly Shyam was having trouble holding her down. He tried hard to keep at the pulsating pussy and pleasure Nandini as fully as he could. Suddenly Nandini pushed him away saying, "I need to use the loo," and she stood up. Shyam pleaded with her to stay, "Just let go, dear. I want you to pour and flood me!" he begged, remembering the way in which Sunita gushed and wondering whether Nandini was stopping herself from gushing.

"No, I don't think its that," muttered a tense Nandini as she made her way to the toilet, throwing her night gown on, and carrying her undergarments in her hand. As she moved, she thought she saw the silhouette of a person darting in the upper balcony overlooking the hall but she couldn't be sure. "Come lets move to the room," she said moving off towards the stairs to climb to the first floor. The guest room where they were staying was across the floor from Karan and Sunita's room. Shyam followed her, his cock having made his pajamas uncomfortably wet. As they passed the master bedroom Shyam noticed the door was ajar. Nandini went ahead in a hurry as she needed to use the toilet rather urgently. Before he could go further behind Nandini he felt Sunita's soft small hand on his wrist, holding him back. It startled him and the surprise quickly turned to pleasure. Sunita desperately needed to be touched and pulled Shyam to herself. She leaned back against the wall and let her hand explore the hardness in the pajamas. She gasped as she felt the damp mess in the pajamas and the still jerking and twitching cock which had received no attention yet from Nandini.

Her mouth opened to hungrily devour the man who had made her the full woman she now was. She kissed him hard and he let his hands go to the small, tender yet deliciously sensitive breasts. She moaned into his mouth and slid her pussy close to his thigh so that she could grind against the hardness of his thigh for some immediate and urgent relief. Shyam started to bunch up her dress in his fingers and pull up the gown around her waist. Sunita parted her legs, cursing for having worn her panties. She needed to feel his cock, to stroke him and to reach for his shoulders and touch him everywhere. She could hardly afford to divert her hands to her panties and yet she wanted his hands there. Not just in her crotch but diving deep into her. Not just finger fucking, but for his digits to take full possession of her and responsibility for pleasuring her ever more completely.

In the heat of the moment Shyam and Sunita were just grabbing at each other wildly everywhere. His hands were on her breasts, going up from under the hem of her gown. So it could not have been his hands that slowly started to peel down her panties. Nor were the hands large as his. They were soft, feminine; they were Nandini's.

Sunita shuddered as she almost climaxed at the thought of Nandini touching her. It was the excitement of being touched by such soft hands, but it was also the first time a woman had been sexual towards her. In that instant she realized that Shyam and Nandini were intensely sexual beings compared to herself and Karan and that Nandini was implicitly accepting Sunita's need for Shyam.

Her body shook and tears filled her eyes as she looked at Nandini's admiring eyes take in her body as she knelt down and rolled the panties down to her ankles. Her body shuddered and spasmed with every touch of Nandini's hands. No she wasn't a lesbian; it was just that Nandini was a woman unleashed by her Shyam years ago. And the acceptance of Sunita by Nandini opened doors for her with Shyam which meant a more complete sexual experience than ever before. It settled all the complex feelings that surged in her every time her body lusted Shyam. Suddenly it was all okay and the tears were the relief at having crossed an important stage in the evolution with Shyam. That sense of belonging, bordering on gratitude, made her kiss Nandini on her lips. Nandini screamed a little scream and her hands stroked Sunita's crotch and ass. As her hand went near Sunita's crotch it encountered the bouncing thickness of Shyam as he continued to fondle her breasts and seek her lips.

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Nandini grabbed the cock and stroked it lovingly. Her Shyam's cock. Shyam covered Sunita's mouth and screamed into her mouth as Nandini took the edge off Shyam's hardon. A few strokes later Shyam had let go of enough precum to be able to manage himself. But in those few jerks his teeth sank into Sunita's shoulder. Sunita held his head and laughed as she felt the intense togetherness in this experience. Her pussy jostled with Nandini's hand for relief and Nandini didn't disappoint her. She stroked and entered the pussy gently. Now it was Sunita's turn to scream back into Shyam's throat. Shuddering spasms of relief swept through her and she jolted and jerked her head as orgasms coursed their way through her nerves. Nandini now stood up and whispered to Shyam, "Now is that day to fulfill our desire to pleasure Sunita. I want to hold her legs apart for you to suck and lick. And play her breasts and suck on them while you make her cum. And then guide your cock into her cunt so she realizes what a real cock feels like. A real thick, man cock."

Sunita shuddered on hearing all this and moaned loudly. Nandini held the hands of both Shyam and Sunita and led them into the guest room.

Sunita sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed while Nandini stood next to her letting her pussy, wet and soppy smear against Sunita's shoulder. She reached down and cupped the small breasts, as if weighing them in each hand. "They are so elegant and well poised," sighed Nandini as she let them go with a plop. A second later she had knelt down and mouthed the breasts. Sunita screamed her pleasure. A woman's lips; they were so soft, caring and motherly. Her hand went to Nandini's head to guide her, to encourage her to continue sucking her. Nandini gently laid her back, and her larger breasts pressed against Sunita's smaller breasts. It felt strange, soft and comforting to Sunita to have a woman cushion against her. Their nipples touched. Nandini held her breast and made her nipple toggle Sunita's. Sunita gasped and her hands went around and clutched at Nandini's large ass. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" mumbled Nandini approvingly.

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Sunita's wet and flowing pussy was now open to Shyam and he went back to work with all the zest he had shown earlier on Nandini. Nandini spoke to Shyam, "Fuck her with your tongue. Maul her! Let me hold her open for you." And her hands reached to the insides of Sunita's thighs and spread her wide. She held Sunita's ankle and pulled her leg apart away from the rest of her body. Shyam had his hand on the inside of Sunita's other leg. The pink lips were open wide betraying the presence of hot throbbing flesh waiting to be tongued. Shyam plunged in and fucked her cunt with his tongue.

"Ui maaaa!" screamed Sunita. Her hips moving up and down against Shyam's face. Her breasts were mercilessly chewed upon by Nandini and she had her hand on the back of Nandini's head urging her to milk her fully. "Milk me, Nandini! Make me cum through by tits!" Shyam was stunned to see Sunita so completely unleashed at being with Nandini.

Nandini held Sunita in motherly fashion allowing her all that she needed to cope with the sensations ripping through her body. As both husband and wife pleasured Sunita her body convulsed with a life all its own and she started to buck and thrash. Nandini held her close. Shyam tongued and finger fucked her completely. Wave after wave of pleasure pulled at Sunita's flesh. She was driven berserk by the combination of the roughness of her man and the soft considerate lips and fingers of her newly acquired woman.

Her whole body lifted up as she started her big O. " Hhaaannhhhh! Yah! Yes! Take me! Make me a slut! Both of you! For both of you!" she started to bellow. Nandini was taken aback by the intensity and when she heard the loud liquid squirt she looked down just in time see Shyam being drenched by his loved one. Nandini gasped, "So this is what you were talking about!" she exclaimed. Then fell silent wondering when Shyam might have seen it before.

As wave after wave of cumming ripped through her body, Sunita just clung to Nandini. The motherly cushioning breasts, the softness, the caring way in which Nandini had nursed her through such a powerful orgasm. And Sunita started to drift. She felt a slight jolt and then felt Nandini starting to rock. Her eyes opened and her eyes made contact with Shyam who was behind Nandini claiming her pussy for himself. She smiled and held her arms open to him asking him to sink into her. Nandini watched the interaction and laughingly twisted and turned on Shyam's rampaging cock. He bucked and looked like he might shoot. Sunita's sense of urgency in calling to her love grew as she beckoned him several times more. But Shyam was in the throes of an orgasm that had journeyed from very deep within him and was really beyond his control.

Yet he wanted that softness of Sunita's arms. As he started to cum and it became clear that the spill and shooting was unstoppable, he pulled out. A large jet of cum landed on Nandini's ass. As he pushed Nandini aside, a second spurt landed on Sunita's stomach. Her hand reached quickly for the pulsating cock to provide relief and quickly pumped it even as she pulled him in towards her gaping open cunt. Shyam sank in and Sunita locked herself around him. Nandini was left out, a little at odds with this merging in passion. Her hands stroked the back of Shyam as she helped him empty out. And caressing Sunita's face and pampering her, stroking her.

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Man and woman shuddered, whimpered and held on to each other. Overseen by one who was custodian of the man. Who belonged to whom was lost in a whirl of clutching limbs and melting and flowing body fluids. They hugged, caressed, touched and pleasured each other rapidly.

When the animalness of Shyam's thrusting had abated, Sunita held Nandini close and whispered to her, "Its wonderful to be loved by someone who has learnt everything from my Shyam."

Nandini kissed her long and deep. "Loving you both together is my way of keeping my Shyam," she replied. "Next time we will look at how you can pleasure me!"

Sunita's sparkling eyes looked deep into Nandini's large eyes and she felt she belonged. The both kissed once again and mashed their bodies together. The shuddering and trembling was incessant and they both held each other tight.

Sunita would have loved to sleep holding both of them to herself but she knew she had to return. She got up and retrieved her panties and wore them. She pulled down her bra which had just been shoved out of the way. As she pulled the gown over her head, she noticed how Nandini had fallen to a gentle snoring and Shyam was dopy too. Nude. Holding each other. She marveled at how naturally comfortable they were with themselves and with each other. Her mind traveled back to her first few times with Shyam when she hadn't worn back her clothes because every few hours Shyam would take her body in a different way and to a different place. And how used she had gotten to waking up and picking up her things scattered and intertwined with everything Shyam.

As she turned to move towards her own bedroom, she thought she saw a shadow flitting. Her heart leapt. When she looked out to the corridor it again seemed like someone had moved in the darkness. She swiftly followed that apparition to her own room. Karan was lying there. In a completely different position, it was hard to say if he just lain down in that position. She stared at him. Her hands on her wonderfully sore breasts and mind on the drenched and damp, but satiated pussy.

It was hard to say. Though if that lump was his hardon, and that damp patch was what she thought it was, it meant.... She could never be sure. She lay down next to her husband and her tired out body, relaxed from the fantastic release of sexual tensions, quickly was lost to the world of dreams........

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Sunita Looks At Herself, At Us


I had driven up for work and she had a working trip to make. She said she would come up and see me and then be on her way. Her beautiful casual red shirt with the black pants she was wearing made her as attractive as ever. Her skin glowing and the red of the shirt complementing her lovely natural color.

We didn't have much time and I didn't want her to get into a 'every meeting doesn't have to be sex' mood. I bit at her nipple through the top. No preliminary hug, no kiss. The right breast, the right nipple. That, experience taught me, is the more sensitive one.

She gasped and her head hunched over my head. She pulled me up and hugged me. Not moving. Face just buried in me. Taking the comfort of my broad shoulders.

My hands were on her hips – I slid my hands into her pants, into her panties and cupped her ass and kneaded. Pulling her against me, letting her feel my already hard cock.

"Baby, you want me?" she asked softly. I don't know why she felt the need to ask. My eyes, my hands, my cock were all talking to her eyes, her body and her pussy simultaneously.

I covered the lips with mine and nibbled at them. She squealed and tried to push me away. My hands came up to her breast and I claimed it for myself. She staggered back towards the table and rested her ass on it. I helped her get up. And sit comfortably, drawing her legs around my hips. We kissed wildly and as we were kissing I noticed there were mirrors around the room.

"Have you ever seen how lust laden and wanton you look?" I asked her. She was puzzled. "What are you talking about?" she wondered.

"Well, every time I touch you I see that married shy woman melt away, and a pleasure seeking lusty woman unfold.. I see you on top of me with your breasts swaying and asking to be eaten. I see you below me with your hips open wide and your lips parted as you wait to be quenched. You never see yourself like that. Ever. And then you tell me that you are not that kind of woman...... look through my eyes and you will see what Sunita becomes when she is with Shyam."

"How do you mean?" she asked, her voice thick with excitement at hearing that description of herself.

I pulled her head to me and put my lips to her ears, "Look!", I said. My hands roamed up her back as she watched in the mirror. She could see my hand in the middle of her back kneading her flesh. Bolts of electricity shot through her body as she arched her back, pressing herself against me, her eyes unable to leave the image of herself in want.

I kissed her neck, sucking in her flesh and hoping that I was close enough to her breast for the pull to be felt on her breast itself. I wanted her nipples to scream out for my touch.

Her hand went to my head and she pushed me lower. Watching as my head moved over her chest. I lipped her nipples, but the knit fabric was too thick to allow me to wet the garment enough and expose the nipple. I opened my mouth wider and mouthed the breast, tugging at the flesh and letting it go.

She pushed me away and pulled up her t-shirt bunching it just under her shoulders. Her lower lip, that full juicy lower lip, hung open with desire. My fingers traced the bra encased breasts. Lovely beautiful breasts. Apple sized. So suckable. So delectable. I pulled down the edge of the lace to expose the nipple, pink-brown and like a dessert topping waiting to be eaten.

"Oh, Shyam!" she gasped. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" the long trademark moans were well on their way.

She grabbed desperately for the strap of her bra, wanting to free herself and open out to me. But I was too eagerly at her breast to give her the space to reach the strap. My lips and tongue battled with the fabric and squeezed out her nipple. Through the corner of my eye I looked at the side mirror and could see my face mashed against her breast, her hand on my head, and her own head, sometimes thrown back, sometimes hunched over me.

"Look," I mumbled through a mouthful of nipple. She turned to look and shuddered at the sight of us locked in that battle.

She just pulled up her bra without unstrapping and released her breasts to me, squeezed out from under the garment. My tongue lapped on them, lifting them with the strokes and dragging on the nipples. And I my hand touched her tummy and slid past her pant to her crotch. I felt the dampness on her panties as I covered her crotch. I had missed the waistband of her panties. My hand was firmly in, but trapped one layer away. I caressed and pushed and touched. I felt the wetness and heat, and suddenly felt my throat and lips go dry. And I think I knew where to get them wet.....

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My face traveled down. She gasped and took a huge intake of breath as I nuzzled her soft tummy and buried my face in her crotch. Her pants were an impediment now. We both wanted it out of the way right NOW!

She undid the button. And raised her hips. I peeled down the trouser. She moved to get off the table, but I pushed her back.

"I want to lie back, open to you, and let you take me. There where only you and I go together. There, where Karan has no idea of," she said huskily.

"Yes, but I want you to watch the animal in you today out in display. I want you to see yourself in the mirror. Legs open wide. My head between your legs. Your body fucking my face. Your breasts swollen and nipples erect. Your entire being out of control. Have you ever seen the real Sunita? I asked her.

Her eyes opened wide, glittering in amazement at the thought that such a thing could be possible. She smiled. A mischievous smile. "You naughty man," she whispered and lay back leaning on the wall against which the table was placed.

I pulled her pants down and carefully took it off her. Now only her panties remained. I kissed her pussy through her panties and she sat up straight. "unhhhh! Baby.....," she pulled me to her lips and kissed me fully on my lips, nibbling and sucking on me.


I dragged my lips slowly and wantonly out of her mouth....looking into her eyes and letting her know that the journey was about to begin. I kissed her chin, her neck. Now we took time to unhook and throw the bra away. Her breasts just got a caress from my cheek, no lips, no tongue. I felt their fullness against my face and let them plop as my face crossed the contour.

I moved down and kissed her navel, my hands lower peeling down the panties. She raised her hips and I rolled it down. She raised one leg to slip it off that one leg first. That opened her legs wide and I let my fingers play with the opened up lips of her pussy. She gasped and froze. I gently stretched the panties over her toes and her leg was now free and she let it down, trapping my hand between her legs.

Now only one leg was in the panties and I pushed it past the knee so it was out of the way and not bothered much about whether it slipped off fully or not. As my head moved lower, I needed her to lean back and open out so I could reach my target.

My hands went up to her breasts and I held each in my hand and pressed gently to make her lean back. I quickly pulled a chair nearer so her one foot could go on the back of the chair to give her support. Now I asked her to look in the mirror, "See how open and wild you are. Look at your self spread out there wantonly, waiting for me to sink between your legs with my head and my tongue."

"Oh, Shyam, I am not used to all this. All I know is I want you to take me there! Anything that I want to see, I can see with my eyes closed when you are with me!" she whispered.

"And neither were you used to having your pussy and your clit licked and worshipped the way I do my love," I replied. " I have to show you all the things Karan has never shown you and never can."

"Leave him out of this," she pleaded. "Come take me, I will make you forget that there is anyone called Karan."

The quintessential Sunita. Taking both her men, and wanting to keep it that way without confusing one with the other.

I reached her soft furry pussy. She had had it shaved. I knew from the sparse cover compared to the springy bush I had countered on my previous visit.

"You shaved?" I asked. She nodded her confirmation. Shy. Shy to talk about such personal things. I looked up and saw her face: laden with desire, confused at my willingness to talk, and red with the shyness from the way we were with each other. All at once. A mish mash of emotions and feelings.

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I tongued her. Once. Twice. I felt her fingers tighten and dig into head. I asked her, "How can Karan not want this....!"

She answered with a thrust upward of her hips. "Faster, Shyam!" she whispered.

"Look at yourself first" I demanded. She looked. She saw herself lain back. Her love Shyam with his head between her legs. Her lips open as she struggled with the heavy breathing. Her breasts covered by his kneading fingers.

"Your fingers are in the wrong place," she said. Her hand caught my hand and she pushed my hand down. She took it between her legs and she left my hand when it got there. I knew what she wanted. But I was not going to give it so easily. I let my hand be. She hadn't taken it the full distance.

She grabbed my hand impatiently now. She held my fingers and she brought it to her pussy and let my fingers touch the wet open flesh. Those lovely fingers of hers. I kissed them licked them while they were there on the brief visit. I tried to suck her fingers into my mouth but her hands fled to my head pushing me down, now that the mission of getting my fingers into her pussy was over.

I licked with my tongue while my finger slid in and out.

"Shyam, look at us!" she moaned, newly converted to the mirror display. I had never had her reach the peak of her desires so quickly.

"Baby, are you so turned on by what you see in the mirror?" I asked while rapidly slurping and licking.

"Oh, yes, Shyam! We look so lovely! Ah! Yessssssssssss, suck me, lick me..... see how your head is bobbing up and down between my legs......! And my hands on you, urging you on.........!" she babbled. Her open deep throated moans now began. A deep gurgling sound combined with the moan of passion. "Awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh! Yes aaaaaaaaaah!"

"Faster, faster Shyam. Take me there. Take me. Just you and I baby! Oh yes......... aaawwwwhhh, do me. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. Faster, faster, faster........!" she screamed.

She squirted. Once. I pressed my fingers into the walls of her womb deep inside. She squirted once more. The gush soaked me.

"Ohhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhh! Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! See us! Oh my gaaaaawwwwwwd... I am ........... I ..... Shyam......... aaah!" she shuddered. Her hips bucked and thrashed uncontrollably.

I kept flicking the clit, wanting more and more. Wanting more of her pleasure..... her hands on my shoulders and her nails dug in. she held me there. Twitching. She was readying to push me away I knew it. But she didn't want to miss even one lick or tap of my tongue that she could take.

She took one, two three flicks. And then she pushed me away and closed her thighs. I moved up to hug her – the intensity of that hug just after she cums is amazing. She clung to me. Looked into my eyes. And her eyes wandered to the image in the mirror. I looked and our eyes caught each other in the mirror. Her hair in complete disarray. My face wet with her juices, now getting smeared on her shoulder and cheek.

my eyes took in the sight of us pressed together. In an awkward angle on that table against the wall. Wetness everywhere. Her hands on my hips rubbing me. In the mirror I saw that hand move away from my hip and between my legs. I couldn't see the hand now that it was between my legs, and I could feel her small hand on my cock. She gave me a saucy smile and undid the buttons. Her hands reached in and grabbed my cock. I stood up bursting with desire.

"Look there, Shyam!" she said. It was her turn now. "look at my hands on your cock. See how it looks. Large. Large for my small hand. But I can take as much of you as there is to take. We are made to fit each other. Fully."

She wiggled her hips forward to bring herself to the edge of the table. This was new. We had not ever done this before, and I didn't think it possible even though I had seen it in quite a few movies.

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When she was on the edge, her legs spread wide and her pussy open and wet from the tongue fucking she had just received, I could see that I could enter her.

I moved closer and the moment my cock reached her open wide lips we were joined. The cock slid in effortlessly and we were locked tight. Our cheeks were pressed together as both of us had our heads turned towards the mirror to see us locked like that. She smiled at me in the mirror. And her hips moved against me. Fucking me.

I fucked back from my standing position. Hands around her holding her ass. Pulling her to me. Fucking hard. Too wet. Too sloshy. I pulled back..... and used tissues from the table to absorb some of the wetness.

Her hands in the meanwhile, caught my cock and she pumped the hardness making it worse. I thrust back into her quickly. She threw her head back. Her legs wrapped around my hips. Her hands on my shoulders. Nails digging in. her heels beat a tattoo my ass. She was laughing. Alternating between looking at me in the mirror and in my eyes directly. I saw in the mirror, her panties around the ankle of her one leg. Hanging there uselessly. No not, uselessly. Hanging there as evidence of our desperation to get at each other.

Her hands traveled down my back. She tried to reach my ass but couldn't reach down enough. I suspect that she is able to cup Karans ass when he fucks her. The certainty with which she reaches for me makes me suspect that the moment she cups his ass he cums. She tries the same with me but is not able to reach enough to cup and hold. In desperation she dug her nails into my flesh where she was able to reach.

"Fill me," she urged me on. Her cunt, her fingers, her heels and the images in the mirrors around us playing havoc with me.

I spurted into her. Holding her close, pulling her tightly to me. Feeling the scratchy hair from her pussy against me. Jerking only my hips. Into her fully embedded letting my cock do the intense talking.....

It was fully plunged into her. Staying there. The skin stretched back, letting the cockhead proudly jut out, well inside her womb. Distended and full. And then jets of cum shooting. Splashing her deep within.

She laughed. Pulled me to her. Held me close. Wiggled her hips. Squeezed me. Took every surge of cum that shot into her. Groaning. Moaning. And letting my deep plunges become shallower as the cumming slowed down from deep surges, to short thrusts and dribbles.

She lay back.... Her hips wide open and legs around me. Lazily wiggling and thrusting. I jerked and bucked with her every thrust. My cock had become ultra sensitive, slippery and messy. Yet going into spasms with her every thrust.

She swallowed as she came back to earth...... the ripple in her throat was so beautiful, highlighting the delicateness of her features.

I idly caressed her breasts and she shuddered. It provoked an unusually strong pulse in her and her pussy grabbed and at my now rapidly receding cock.

She lay back and smiled saucily, "Mister! Look at that mirror. Look at me. Look at what you have made me. You naughty man......!"

We had long forgotten that this was supposed to be a quick visit. She pulled up her hand, smeared with our juices from handling my cock.

"I am going for a bath," she announced. AS she moved towards the shower, I followed her.

My Sunita was going to need help with her washing and rinsing in the shower.......

"No!" she said, trying to shut the door. "Enough new things for a lifetime, let alone a day!" she said. The shy woman, the housewife who would not be seduced was back in full now.

I lay down on the bed hoping that when she came out she would be in no mood to go home...........

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Sunita Spots Simmi with a Youth


It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn't mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.

Sitting there in the setting sun of Mumbai, having returned from the vacation she and Karan were staying at Rajeev's before flying out to Bangalore. Sunita idly remembered the one day Karan had been very drunk and very passionate in moving in on her after one night at the disco in Mauritius.

He had come so quickly because of his own arousal and in his haste to pull out of her had spattered his cum all over her. She rubbed the crotch of her jeans as she relived that moment of intense dissatisfaction when all the build up of caresses and close dancing was spent in one gush of torrid cumming.

And it was when she was idly preoccupied in her thoughts that she heard the distinct whispers of a quiet conversation in one corner of the house.

She looked around and noticed someone on the garden terrace of Rajeev's penthouse on Linking Road. There were two figures moving around in the evening dusk near the lush potted plants. Sunita moved closer and positioned herself behind the curtain to take a secret look at what was happening.

She spotted a youth, perhaps twenty or so years old, standing on the terrace and talking animatedly to someone who was covered by the fronds of palm. Rajeev and Karan had gone out to the nearby club with the kids. She and Simran had cried off and stayed home. Simran had gone to her room to take a nap leaving Sunita alone. And now here was some stranger on the house terrace. Sunita tensed as she thought of all the crime incidents that typically take place in a city like Bombay and wondered if the youngster was with someone else planning a hit.

Then she saw him reach out and hold hands. She could see the other pair of hands, they were feminine hands. The young man was talking to some woman. Sunita smiled. A neighborhood romance she thought to herself. He was a strapping youth and looked sharp and fit one of his age ought to look. She thought of Karan and wondered if he had ever enjoyed the kind of physique this young man sported, even in his younger days.

Then she held her breath as the guy led the lady's to the front of his jeans and rubbed her hand on his crotch. Sunita moved closer to the couple to the next nearer window. This, she had to see.

"See?" he said. She could now also hear him. "See how much I have missed you these two weeks you have been away?" he pleaded.

"Oh baby, yes! But I have only just got back, and we have guests too. Cant you wait till tomorrow morning?" She heard the woman respond. She did sound a lot older than him.... In fact, it sounded like Simran!

"No way," she thought to herself. "Not conservative, not-interested-in-sex Simran!"

But that is exactly who it was. Simran. Rajeev's wife. This woman had sons in their early twenties and in whom she had never seen any significant symbols of sexual activity.

Simran put her arms around the guy and pulled his head to her bosom. The twenty-something moaned as he rubbed his face on her chest. Feeling her breasts and nuzzling and prodding.

"Auntie," he whispered, "I want you."

"I want you too beta," replied Simran as she stroked the back of his head. Then gently she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him away.

"Not today. I have only just returned and I have house guests. Tomorrow your uncle will leave early for work because he has to catch up. You come then and I will take good care of you as I have for so long now," explained Simran.

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Sunita could not believe her ears. Her friend Simran had been for years with this youth who must be around 20 right now? She looked at the strapping youth again – a new perspective in her eyes now. She noticed his gym trained biceps. The youthful body and the arms that gripped her friend Simran were mesmerizing. Sunita felt a twinge between her legs and was horrified at her own body's involuntary and illegitimate reaction.

He kneeled down in front of Simran. "Was he going to beg?" wondered Sunita. He was determined to make her beg for it, it seemed! He pressed his face into her crotch, through the salwar, kurta and, presumably, panties as well. He nuzzled her and Sunita watched Simran gasp as she gripped the shoulder tightly to push him away.

He may have been pushed away successfully, had not Simran given herself away by bending her knees. That allowed her pelvis to yawn open and the guy successfully pried at her with his nose.

His hands were under her kameez and cupping her buttocks. Simran steeled herself and pushed hard but his arms were around her now. And her hips were grinding downward even as her hands were pushing him away.

The strength of his ardor and his need for her were so evident. And Sunita could see that he knew his way around her friend's body. Sunita felt the warmth spread between her legs as she stood their transfixed. Slowly her hand crept towards her breast as she imagined how that youngster's nuzzling might have felt to Simran.

Simran stepped back and allowed her ass to rest on the sill of the window. She tried to pull him up and reason with him. All he would do was to reach up her body, his hand racing up her torso. Her stomach, soft and slightly curved, shuddered as his hands caressed them. Both hands were up stretched as he reached for her breasts. His hands claimed the peaks. Simran held his hands through her top. It might have been to stop him, but she seemed to be helping him squeeze her in just the right spots.

"Beta, no! Not today. Not like this. I want to fuck you, and fuck you hard! I have missed your virility you stud," panted Simran. "We need to do this nice proper to overcome the drought of the last two weeks!"

She was pleading. He continued with his oral ministrations.

"Didn't Uncle fuck you?" he paused to ask. This shocked Sunita further. It was already a stunning revelation that Simran was fucking a 20 year old guy from next door. But for them to also be talking about the rest of her sex life?

"Your uncle, yes he did fuck me. But you know how it is with him. He doesn't know how to suck my pussy. And I am aching for you!" she panted.

The guy lipped her crotch through layers of clothing. His hands were at the cord tying her salwar. He undid it and allowed the loose baggy pants to drop to the floor. Simran stamped her feet as she pulled her legs out of the salwar. This was really dangerous though her top was still on and she felt she could still manage to not be seen. The guy pulled down her panties. Simran was beside herself with lust in bending her knees. It allowed him to peel down the already damp panties.

They struggled. She to free herself, but perhaps more with the animal inside her that was straining at the leash. He struggled to get to her pussy, hoping once there her lust would keep her from pushing him away. He needed to go far enough to know she wouldn't stop him.

Sunita watched in shock as the young lad and the woman ravaged each other in uncontrolled desire. She could see the strong young hands grip her friend's wrists and hold them apart so he could stay there with his head. He was now inside her kameez, the long flowing shirt covering his head.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she exhaled with a long shuddering groan. Simran had lost control of her body. She bucked and shuddered and she laughed.

"Yes! Raju! This is what he couldn't give me....unhhhhh! haaaaaaaahh! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssss!" she thrashed about as pleasure ripped through her in several waves.

She was hunched over him now, barely able to move as her body trembled in a series of aftershocks. She leaned further down and rubbed his back. Sunita could see that the youngster now had his cum smeared cheek on her thigh.

She leaned into his ear and whispered something. The lad shook his head vigorously to indicate a strong no.

She must have asked if he was satisfied with what he had done to her. Sunita knew she had guessed right when she heard Simran protesting.

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"No, Raju! This is so risky. We could get caught and what you have done is enough!" she murmured, pulling the him up and holding him to her.

"Enough for you, not for me," he replied. Sunita could see the wet streaks on his face. This was her friend Simran's cum on that guys face and Sunita just could not relate this to the staid housewife and family oriented woman she had seen a million times with her husband Rajeev.

Raju turned her around. Sunita had to pull back a bit. From this position there was every risk Simran could spot her. Raju lifted up the back of the kameez so that Simran's ass was exposed. He undid his jeans. The wetness and trembling between Sunita's legs became uncontrollable as she saw the young man whip out his cock. She had never really seen another cock in her life than her husband's.

"What on earth is he going to do?" wondered Sunita. She and her husband only knew one kind of position and while there were variations, they were all face to face.

She watched as Simran braced herself, spacing her legs apart carefully. She could see Simran's mangalsutra hanging from around her neck. It was jingling mildly as it swung loose. Sunita watched in shock as the guy held himself in his hands and guided his cock gently between Simran's legs from behind. As he moved close, Sunita could see nothing; except that they were so close he had to be inside her.

Simran gasped loudly as the cock reamed her cunt. Her fingers gripped the cement ledge and she threw her head back with a broad self indulgent smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and it was as if her entire mind was focused on the lips that were being ravaged by the young stud.

Sunita's hand wandered to her crotch. She rarely masturbated but she needed relief right now desperately. Her fingers dug into her pussy inside the soft nylon of her panties. With every thrust that Raju stabbed her, Sunita thrust her fingers into her cunt. As Simran was fucked, Sunita imagined it was herself and fucked herself with her fingers.

Simran was moaning now. She was bunching her hair up but it kept falling forward. The guy had his hands on her hips. And under the kameez cupping her breasts. Simran ran her own hands over his hands. Feeling him as he felt her breasts. Urging him on. she was riding him back as he fucked her hard.

It was a battle between cock and cunt as Simran struggled to satisfy the youngsters raging lust in quick time. She knew she was risking getting caught and she knew the chap was unstoppable. Partly because of his maddening lust and partly because of her own need to take and fulfill him and herself.

All this was visible to Sunita as she watched Simran smile and look partly backward, and time her thrust back. She did that when his cock was almost completely withdrawn and she had the most of his pillar to ride down. Every time she did that he shuddered.

"No, no, NO! aunty!" he screamed. "I need more of you, not so soon!" he pleaded.

She shuddered as her own cunt sent out ripples of pleasure. She put his fingers into her own mouth sucking them hard as she continued to fuck her. "Later, beta" she whimpered. "let us finish each other for now" she begged him as well.

Her experience and her womanly ways prevailed as she rode him back with expertise. Both of them tensed. One thrust from her and a pause as they allowed the pleasure to shoot through them. Then a fuck back from him as he pummeled her. Then her again. Then him.

Every time he fucked her he hissed, "why did you leave me and go, bitch!"

This coarse language shocked and yet excited Sunita. Her fingers had stopped the long deep strokes. She was now focused on the wet glistening knob and shivering and shuddering.

Every time she fucked back at him, she replied, " I am here, na?" and with the word 'here' she fucked him as if to say she was there on his cock.

When his hands grabbed at her breasts and his thrusting became uncontrolled it was clear he was on the brink of cumming. The animalness of his riding made her shriek. Her head lolled about. As she looked wildly everywhere, gripping and pleasuring herself, Simran spotted her friend Sunita hiding behind the curtain watching.

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Sunita would have left, but her own orgasm was on the brink of bursting forth and her fingers seemed to have a life of her own. Their eyes met and Simran just could do nothing but allow the kaleidoscope of pleasure to show on her face. She was not in control of herself. Or of anything. Her body rocked back and forth. Her eyes remained on Sunita. And wandered down to see Sunita's hand between her legs.

Raju saw that Simran's eyes were fixed elsewhere and followed her transfixed gaze to spot Sunita. He was shocked and pulled back.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" begged Simran as she reached back and held his ass and pulled him back into her. "Just fuck me! Its all right, she is a friend!"

Sunita felt a wave of pleasure wash over her to hear the f-word from this lady family friend of hers.

As Raju resumed his fucking his eyes remained on Sunita. Sunita's eyes wandered from her friends face to that of her young lover. She convulsed in orgasms.

And then Raju came. Simran had to put her head down and hold her body hard and steady to let the young mare buck and fuck and pound and pour into her. She wailed and sobbed orgasm after orgasm as the youngster rode her and drained into her. Simran had tears in her eyes and she was smiling too.

As the madness subsided, she turned around and held Raju close to her. "My Raju!" she murmured, caressing his curly hair and stroking his arms.

"Ok now that you have had your fill, run along. Go study! Auntie is there for you, okay?"

The youth nodded. He needed her. And he had told her how.

Simran bent down and picked up her panties, all rolled up and damp. Her eyes were locked onto Sunita's. They stayed locked that way as she wiped the streaming fluids down her legs as she put on her panties.

Sunita was the younger woman and clearly less experienced. She pulled up her own pants as she extricated her hand and fingers from the clammy mess between her legs. Simran, the older, mature woman looked back at her with eyes that spoke of needs that Sunita would herself find coming up in her.

Simran nodded ever so subtly, as if making the point to Sunita. With both their men being low, this need would arise in Sunita too, she seemed to be saying.

Sunita wondered how it would be to come face to face with Simran again, on this side of the glass. As she watched Simran readjust her breasts into her bra she wondered if she could ever see her again without wanting to touch and see her breasts.

Sunita felt someone behind her and froze. She turned her head slightly to see the maid of the house standing behind her. Had this maid seen Sunita play with herself? She felt herself going red to the roots of her hair.

"Its always like that with Memsahib, Madam" the woman said to Sunita. "They have been like that for years. He needs her to be his normal self. And she needs to take care of him like that."

Sunita nodded. As if she understood. But she didn't really understand. What she understood and had seen clearly was the lust and passion between them. And for those moments in which she had shared that intensity with Simran and Raju.

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Sunita Taken, But Comes On Her Own


He walked into the bathroom as she was changing. One look at her half unwrapped saree and her breasts in the blouse, and Karan knew he wanted her. He made her sit on the slab of marble in the dressing area of the bathroom. He kissed her on her lips, his tongue sliding between those lovely rosy lips that I know so well. His hands were on her shoulders, slowly moving forward to caress her breasts still in the blouse and bra beneath.

Sunita sighed. A long luxurious sigh. He was so good at kissing. She remembered kissing Shyam in the way Karan had taught her. Shyam had squealed and gasped and shivered. She remembered telling Shyam that she had learned how to kiss from Karan.

Her hands went to the back of Karan's head and she kissed back with fervor. Her hands slipped inside his shirt and roamed on his chest. Not such a broad chest but her Karan's chest. These comparisons were meaningless and had come to her mind only because of Shyam. For simply years this was the only chest she knew and it gave her the comfort she needed. At least when she was with Karan. Now that she had been with Shyam the definition of comfort had changed, but that could wait till she was with Shyam. Right now.......

Right now, his hands moved to her side holding her ribcage, the thumb of his hand on her nipple. He wiggled his thumb, wanting to feel the nipple separate from the layers of fabric encasing it. There was only so much space on that marble slab and she half turned towards him, her legs involuntarily parting. She dragged her thumb across his chest till his nipple was caught between thumb and forefinger. She rolled that nub between her fingers and that made him shudder. He used his teeth to trap her lips. And sucked at the lip, pulling it between his teeth.

"Karan!" she gasped. She buried her face in his neck. His hand wandered lowered and pulled the knot of the saree around her waist. It unraveled and the chiffon slid easily to the floor. Her saree was now nothing more than a length of chiffon carelessly bundling her. The slit in her petticoat was now visible to him. Without untying that cord, the petticoat slit gave him the access he needed. His hand slipped in and he caressed her lower belly. And he could feel her panties and tried to reach lower to feel her pussy lips. She parted her legs and raised her hips a bit wanting to feel his fingers plunge in.

Her panties were in the way but he forced his fingers past the side. He played with her pussy lips and his lips moved down to her chest. He kissed and bit her chest, his desire to mouth those breasts growing but completely restrained by her blouse which was still on.

She stood up in front of him allowing the chiffon to completely come undone and slide to the floor. He buried his face in her breasts and her tummy, roaming all over her torso. She clutched at his back and her head hunched over his head. Her knees started to bend as she wanted to let his hands travel up between her legs. His fingers grabbed the petticoat and drew it up bunching it up in his fingers till his hand could go under. He found the top of her panties and pulled it down. She helped him by pulling down the other side of her panties. He was concentrating on getting it all down, but she could not wait that long. Now that the panties were around her knees he could easily fuck her with his fingers. She grabbed his hand and guided him to her pussy, and then quickly slid her hands over his back and pulled him to her.

His fingers entered her and he nosed her breast. She now turned her attention to feeding him her breasts. He moved his other hand to her hip while fluidly fucking her cunt with his fingers. She snapped open the buttons of her blouse. Immediately his mouth was back, now attacking through the lacy bra. She pushed his head away, gasping at the sensations rippling through her cunt because of his fingers. She undid her bra clasp and then let go. Gently. The cups hanging as unrestrained covers to her orbs. Her eyes locked on his. Inviting him.

His hand came up from below and he pushed aside the cups revealing those soft lovely breasts. I can see in my mind how those pink-brown nipples would have looked. His hands were soaked in her juices and when he held them, the breasts were smeared with her juices.

His lips closed on the breast. Sucking in and out. She gasped loudly. She caught his hand and sent it back to its work on her pussy. Her hips bucked as she fucked his fingers and she thrust her breasts into his face wanting him to treat her nipples the way Shyam did. When Shyam sucked her, she felt the tingle directly in her pussy. Why couldn't it be that way now? She ached for those sensations. This was crazy, to be turned on by a man who did not know how to take her places. It was crazy too, that the man, who had awoken these cravings in her, was not there to satiate her at will. It was different when she had known nothing of all this. It was different when she never felt her pussy and clit explode. But now that she had tasted that......

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While she was thinking thus, she felt his hands on her shoulder. He was pulling her down. She looked down. He has his shorts open. His cock, slender but hard was jerking and bobbing. She knew instinctively what he was looking for. She kneeled there, on the floor of the bathroom dressing area, and licked the cock from base to tip with a long loving slurp. It jumped and Karan moaned and put his hand to her head. He forced her head down on his cock and fucked her face. She held the cock and stroked his balls as her head bobbed up and down. It was easy, this, compared to the way she had to stretch her lips to take Shyam in.

He started to jerk and shake and she knew that he was likely to cum. Karan was no Shyam. Shyam she could suck on for long and know he wouldn't cum. The conservative woman in her was not willing yet to think of taking a man's cum in her mouth. The only one who could teach her in that fashion to take and give pleasure was Shyam. And Shyam she had never been able to make cum expect when he was behind and she was in control of the fucking. God, Shyam was always so completely in control of their lovemaking and of Sunita's pleasure. It was easy to let him have control, knowing she would be transported to worlds beyond.

She gripped the cock hard and stopped moving her head. The grip made the cumming recede. Karan groaned and threw his head back against the wall. She licked his thighs. His tummy. His chest. She chewed on his nipples. She smeared whatever of his juices she had on her lips on his body. She moved up further and kissed his lips, letting him taste some of his own salty fluids. And then she moved higher and kneeled astride him. Her knees on the marble slab on either side. She bent lower to see if her cunt to envelop the cock. But neither was cock and cunt near each other, nor was their space to spread herself wider and lower herself.

She groaned in frustration. He held her hips to guide her down to the floor. She lay back. He pulled off her panties now and kissed the inside of her thighs, his head inside her petticoat. He moved further up. She groaned in anticipation. Fuck, yes, she wanted that delicious release that Shyam had taught her so much about. Her mind was spinning. She wanted that but this was not Shyam. This was Karan. But these fingers felt so good! And his tongue, probably his tongue could do everything Shyam could. Then why hadn't he done it all the years? Would he be able to take her there, the full distance?

She gasped in shock as his fingers plunged in deep into her. And then his lips. She squirmed. Should she let him, or shouldn't she? What about those promises to Shyam? He had said that there were many things and places she and Karan did together. This one thing, this one very special thing, could she please leave to Shyam?

Her hips twisted and turned as Karan probed with his tongue and fingers. The pleasure was mounting. Soon she wouldn't be able to stop herself. If any stopping had to be done, if had to be done now. Karan searched with his tongue in all the wrong places. It was pleasurable, yes. But her clit ached to be touched and she couldn't get him to find it. She put her hands on his head to try and guide him. Just as she did so, he came up for breath. His face was smeared with her juices and he rubbed his face on her tummy, wiping himself.

The sense of crisis between her legs waned as he moved up her body. Kissing, nipping and nibbling as he came up. Now her pussy itself throbbed to feel the fullness of his cock. She opened her legs wide in preparation for his fucking. He entered her smoothly, never a problem given his slender dimensions. Her flesh closed around the cock and they began to fuck. As wordlessly and efficiently as they had for years. Her eyes were shut and she imagined how Shyam felt, his body heavier, his driving more insistent, and no doubt his was cock thicker. The thought of his sexy fucking, and his imaginative ways drove her excitement higher. She thought of Shyam and fucked back at Karan.

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Karan moaned and sighed, his breathing becoming ragged. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Her hands grabbed his ass. She pulled him in deeper. She fucked him. God she wanted the thrusting to continue. She wanted her pleasure to go places. That desire drove her to move her hips against his hips. She wanted more. She had got used to the fucking Shyam gave her: long hours of fucking. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Sometimes animal, sometimes gentle. Sometimes giving, sometimes taking.

But at all times very, very deeply satisfying. And the varying moods, pace, and demands allowed them to make love for simply hours. When there was a desperate hurry to fuck, it was followed by a nap and then Shyam would be hard again, ready to take her again. When there was time, there would be a range of moods. She sighed. Shyam.

His biting of her shoulder brought her back to the source of her current pleasure, Karan. He was jerking and thrusting spasmodically. It was clear that he was about to lose it. He couldn't have possibly fucked her for any longer, which would have surprised Sunita. She dug her nails into him and smiled at him. His face was tense with the oncoming orgasm. He couldn't smile back. He screwed his eyes shut. He felt his cum boiling up. God! He needed to pull out; he couldn't cum inside her, which was their way of managing her pregnancy.

He pulled out. His cock jerked and throbbed as it spewed. She felt the warm thick cum land on her thighs, on her belly. She held him hard. Her hands snaked between them and she took the jerking flesh in her fist. She pumped him. He shuddered and gasped. His thrashing increased as she milked him with her fist. He collapsed on her. Exhausted. Her mind immediately went to how it was when Shyam lay down on her as he came. Shyam would be coated in sweat. And his sweat would coat her body. That gave her a sense of belonging she now longed for. As she imagined her Shyam, her hips thrust upward. Uselessly, for there was no engine of pleasure to now meet her need.

He got up and tossed her a towel to clean herself. She lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He staggered to find his pack of cigarettes to smoke. She looked at the pile of clothes that lay where they had undressed and fucked. Her fingers idly roamed her belly and found her still engorged clit. She stroked the clit with her fingers the way Shyam had so often. Her body shuddered. She closed her eyes and imagined Shyam between her legs. That was now not her hand, but his tongue. Her hips started to buck at the very thought. Her mouth opened and her lips parted as her fingers slid in deeper and deeper. She fucked herself, her fingers soaked with the juices of her just completed fuck with Karan. She smeared the juices on her thighs to dry out her finger and went back to fuck herself with a vengeance.

Her hips lifted and fell with a whump on the cold marble floor. The gentle thumping of her body on the marble floor was a testimony to the task left incomplete by Karan. Or was it she that would not let him complete the task? Karan stood at the door and watched his wife, her eyes closed, lost somewhere, her hips fucking, her fingers pleasuring her. He wondered....

Her thumb focused on the clit the way Shyam's tongue tip focused on it. The other hand went to her breast the way Shyam's hand would go to her breast even as he ate out her cunt. She sighed and her lips were pursed trying to contain the sounds now welling up in her throat. She pinched and mauled her breast as she felt the desperate need for pleasure. It hit her hard. Her hips thrust upward and held there. Her body screamed and she screamed with it, one hand stuffed into her mouth.

Her body was wracked with the orgasm. Intense and deep. It was the completion of what Karan had started. But clearly, he could only start it. Her body had been awoken, prepared and readied for this most intense of feelings. But Karan had moved on just the wrong moment. He couldn't read her body the way Shyam did. The nerve endings that were tingling for release found the release. She spasmed, throbbed and exploded. Her juices flowed and pooled in her womb. Her brain screamed for him. Her body worshipped the lover even in his absence. And her lips mouthed the name wordlessly, "Shyam!"

Which was just as well, for Karan stood there watching his wife take what she would not let him give..........or which he could not figure out how to give.

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Sunita Takes Out His Lust In Public


It was sheer luck that they were able to meet at the airport. There was a one hour overlap during which Sunita was in the arrival hall and Shyam in departure. They agreed to meet though it was going to be very brief. Sunita was unsure about the meeting. "What could be achieved in such a short visit and that too in such a public place?" she wondered. Yet she was the one who had enforced all the practicality of this arrangement.

Shyam was happy to meet with her. Any opportunity to meet her was fine and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted her walking out of the arrival hall. Her eyes were looking for him and he noticed the flash of flesh from the midriff as she hefted her bag onto her shoulder.

They met in the short alley between the two terminals, which is not much used by anyone. She was wearing a traditional saree as she was headed home for the karvachauth festival, in which the woman prays for her husband's well being. She was decked with jewelry, gold bangles, necklaces, and her mangalsutra was all the more prominent. She had red vermilion on her forehead which made her look so full and so radiant. God, he loved her like this, she seemed so much like a homely woman. And yet, as his eyes traveled the line of low cut blouse, and the spot on her chest where the pendant of the mangalsutra nestled, he felt the hardon instantly and wondered why they had not chosen to meet in a more private place.

"Hi!" she said, her eyes gleaming at the excitement of having made the rendezvous happen.

"It's great to see you," he replied, his eyes on her lovely neck, and wandering down to her locket and then the swell of her modest-sized breasts. The locket shimmered on the chest, the flawless and delicate skin providing a reposing place for the ornament.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, knowing the answer very well. She knew he was eyeing the expanse of her skin and it thrilled her. She was reasonably modest in her dressing, but Shyam just undressed her with his eyes and it needed just that much to feel the slickness she now felt between her legs.

"Nothing," he lied, shifting uncomfortably to try and hide his obvious arousal. Then on an impulse he pulled her to him and gave her a hug, holding her to himself. In that moment she lost herself. Her hesitation to meet another man in a public place gave way to her desire to hold his barrel like torso and feel his chest. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest and murmured, "Oh, Shyam!"

His hand went to her head and he rubbed her, cradling the soft head of hair to his body. Her hand ran down his chest and quickly traveled down to his crotch just to get a sense of his arousal. He would be aroused, she knew for sure. Shyam could not be with her and not have that rich swollen cock! And yes, her hand found the truth; he was completely hard. She ran her hand over the thickness trapped in his pants and found the head. She leaned up and kissed him, her thumb running circles on the head which she had located.

He gasped as he felt her thumb caress the sensitive spot on his head. He jerked every time she crossed the precise tender spot where the caress had maximum impact. He groaned, his chin resting on the top of her head. She smiled and sighed, looking up at him. Where he felt desperation, she felt joy at having her man where she wanted him. This part of her amazed him; the ability to meet like this and get satisfaction from a situation of maddening arousal.

She slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and through the waistband of his underpants and held the pillar in her hands. The bangles jangled as she made the distance, and the warmth of his twitching cock felt familiar in her small hands. She sighed again, the fullness of that cock satisfying her. That moment her hand became the sheath of her pussy and she just held him, her fingers applying varying pressure, so that it felt like waves washing on him.

He shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his passion uncontrollable now. She felt the wetness in the palm of her hand and suddenly knew she wanted more. She quickly pulled out her hand and made him lean on the wall. She bent forward and quickly snapped open his trousers, her saree pallu falling as she leaned forward. The half dbangd saree, the leaning woman, her necklace hanging, her low cut blouse revealing the black bra which held her breasts was a dizzying sight for Shyam. The blaze of traditional colors and jewelry made her look magnificent, and the heat of her interaction with him made her seem so wanton. The combination of a vibrant turnout with wanton lust was a heady one.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When she pulled down his underpants, his cock fully reflected his arousal at the sight of Sunita in this mood and attire. It was a full surging cock, hard as it had ever been, every vein full and distended, the smear of precum around the head testimony to her handiwork as of now.

As she leaned forward her necklace touched and the edge of the gold metalwork made him shrink. Her hand grabbed the full trunk of cock and she gently moved her hand forward and back. Pulling back slowly, till the entire cockhead was unsheathed and the precum oozed out. And then pulling forward fully till the head was completely fisted and pleasured. The jingle jangle of her bangles slowly acquired a rhythm as she set a pace for herself. As her hand pulled back and the cockhead unsheathed, she ran the thumb over the head and Shyam gasped and cried out, "Aaaaah!"

She was so skilful at harnessing the wetness of his cock and smearing it all over so her hand could pump mercilessly.

She now put one hand on the wall behind Shyam for support and the other hand fisted his cock expertly. Her face was downwards concentrating on his cock, her necklace swinging with her motions, and the gentle jangling of ornaments establishing a clear rhythm. Her lips hung open, the lower one wide and wet, the glistening saliva a spontaneous response to the delicious sight she beheld below.

She looked up at Shyam, and their eyes met. His head was thrown back but his eyes were downward drinking the sight of Sunita's small delicate hand, handling his cock and pleasuring him to levels of new madness. Her face muscles were clenched with the pent up sexual tension in her, and she could not smile at him as she was wont to. Looking at him, the only thing she felt was what her hand and fingers spoke to him. She increased the pace of her hand sliding up and down. The wetness was everywhere. She felt the thickness in her palm and her fingers played with the trunk of cock and the thumb ran over the head with each thrust.

She knew Shyam could not be made to cum so easily. But she had to leave. She now pulled back the skin a little bit more so the cockhead swelled up ever more. She paused. And then she fucked his cock with her hand hard and with a vengeance. She fisted hard in short rapid jerks as the clenched fist ran hard over the head several times. Her wrist ached and she changed hands. She looked like a slut now, working her miracles on an insatiable cock, her clothes and occasion a complete contrast to what she was doing. The top portion of her saree fell to the ground and she pounded at the cock wanting to make him cum.

Shyam reached down and pinched at her nipple through the blouse. She gasped. Her hand twisted on the cock. She felt the thickness swell. She knew he was near. "Cum, baby! Cum for your Sunita!" she pleaded with him. "Fill my hands with your cum, baby!"

Shyam felt the semen surging in his cock. He held her wrist. He needed her to allow it to spurt at its height. He modulated the fisting now. She looked up at him not comprehending what he was doing. His eyes were closed. He held her wrist and pulled back, allowing the sensation to build up. Then a quick move up and back. And time to allow the buildup. And then he moved her hand rapidly over his head only. As the eruption began, he pulled her wrist back completely so the sheath was pulled back. The head stood there swollen and ready for a second, and then the thick cum spewed out. A long arc of semen. She smiled, the wide open lower lip making the smile seem raunchy. She moved back a bit to let it fall. And yet one small speck flew and found her shoulder.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her eyes were glued to the cock as with every jerk the white fluid flowed over her fingers and hand. There was so much there pent up for her. She ran her hand slowly gently up and down. Milking and taking as much of cum there was for her. She allowed it to flow over her clenched fist and she used it to pump his cock more and more. The sight of her allowing her hands to be smeared thus was very satisfying to Shyam. Sunita had come a long distance from the uneasy feeling she had described in feeling Karan's semen. She seemed at home milking Shyam for his cream.

Shyam jerked and trembled, as each pump gave him exquisite pleasure and released as much of his cum as he had for her. The cock twitched and spewed in dribbles that came to a halt. Sunita slowed down and just held his cock. She pressed herself against him, her open wet lips on his neck. She wiped her hands on the underpants, and her hands moved over his back, the remaining smudged on the back of his denim shirt.

He stood there against the wall, weak from her assault on his erection. And she leaned against him weak from wanting relief.

But she only knew how to take in a full cock and fuck with wholesomeness. Masturbation was some distance away, she thought, as she leaned in to Shyam. One day her Shyam would have to take her there.

For now, she wished she had asked him to schedule flights differently and made private arrangements. The idea that they could meet and yet contain their lust, had yet to work. But she knew she had to get home on time for the Karvachauth puja. She pressed her chest against him and rubbed a little, giving her aching nipples the relief of a caress. Her hand pulled up the long pallu of her saree and she dbangd it around both of them to hold him close.

She rubbed his shoulder and her hands went down and pulled his undershorts up over his now depleted cock. She pulled up his trouser and left him to do the buttoning. Suddenly she pulled back and the pallu was now in place. Yes, there were stray strands of hair. There was a certain flushed red in her face. All that only made her look more luscious.

Sunita pulled away and walked off, his eyes on her sexy rolling behind. He knew that before the day was done, she would have met up with Karan and in the atmosphere of a wife's dedication and prayer for her husband, Karan would have taken her and possessed her in the manner Shyam deserved to fuck and fill Sunita.

And yet, there would be on her hand the residue of her Shyam's seed, and somewhere on her blouse, one spot – a testimony to where her desires lay.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunita Tells Of Her Night Before


"Where have you been?" I asked her. Weekends are terrible. Karan loves to drink. And when he is drunk, he does things to her which extend his normal ten minute fuck to a one hour fuck. I cant handle that. I am jealous of Karan's ability to take my Sunita at will.

And sometimes when Karan fucks her in that state, he gets adventurous. She had never known an orgasm before I fucked her in her life. She was alien to the idea that a man could rest his head for tens of minutes between the legs of a woman, using his tongue with more suppleness than a cock allows.

When I gave her that experience I wanted it to be unique – I wanted her sexual experience to be of an intensity she wouldn't find anywhere and would keep coming back to me for that, if nothing else.

And I keep checking with her on how he fucked her – to know if he crossed into my zone. Though, of late, I have started to wonder: how would I know if she didn't really tell me what happened.

They had had a fight. Good I thought. That could not lead to sex. But I was wrong. When she headed off to sleep he grabbed her wrist, "Where are you going?". With that he pulled her to the bed, switching off the lights as he did so.

"Then what happened?," I asked.

"His hands slid under my top and he caressed my breasts. My nipples perked up and I started to squirm," she said, shyly. "We then undressed."

That's them. Sex means no clothes anywhere.

"He was in a violent mood. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and held my cunt open to his assault. He thrust in hard. 'Take hat and that and that'. He thrust in and out. Taking out the anger of our fight in an assault by his cock," she said, reflecting on the mood he had been in.

"What did you do?" I asked, feeling the excitement and jealousy both rising simultaneously.

"I held on to his shoulder to keep control of the situation. He had this physical need. I moved back against him, fucking his cock when he least expected an upward thrust," she explained, talking of the physical relationship in her usual matter of fact way. As if it didn't matter.

"Why did you do that?" I asked. It was almost as if I was complaining that she was taking an interest in the fucking.

"It brings him to a quick finish. He hadn't had a drink tonight and I knew I could complete this quickly," she replied, still sounding very matter-of-fact.

Was she lying? Why doesn't she tell me if she had pleasure happening...... "Did he go down on you?" I asked jealously.

"Yes. I resisted, but he did go down. And he stayed there, longer than he ever has. And Shyam, its uncanny, he slid in his fingers the way you do. And he hissed: 'can you feel that bitch? Take this!'" she confessed.

"Did you feel anything?" I queried further my heart thumping at thought of his head between those delicious thighs.

"I don't know. I was fighting. Resisting. Trying to stop him. But yes, there were sensations," she sounded hesitant to acknowledge what had happened.

"I don't want him to take you there, where only you and I go together. That is our special space!" I begged with her.

"I don't know why it matters," she mumbled.

"So did he make you come...?" I asked nervously.

Long pause.

"I don't know," she replied tentatively.