Thriller The Impact of Lust (Completed)

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Episode 4

Sandhya parked her car and walked into her palatial home. The house usually had quite a few servants around and occasionally at this time her parents or brother would be around too but in spite of that she always felt she was alone there. As she was about to pass her parents room she found the door to the bedroom slightly ajar. She could hear her mother, Mounika’s voice. The sound was so soft it was a little more than a murmur. She knew her father was out of the country so she was curious to see if there was anyone with her mother. Maybe her long held suspicions of her mother would be confirmed today. Her footsteps became silent as she practically tiptoed. Her steps slowed down till she stood just a step away from the bedroom door. She debated what to do. Should she just perk her ears and listen or should she have a look inside. She hesitantly .. quickly had a peek inside. Her mother was on her bed but she was alone. There wasn’t anyone with her. It was just her speaking on her phone to someone.

 
“You are terrible you know,” her mother said in mock admonishment to whoever was on the other end. Her words were words of admonishment but her tone was coquettish.
 
Sandhya had never heard her mom being coy like this. She now seemed to be listening to what was being said from the other person with a smile on her face. What she heard must have pleased her. She laughed in a husky seductive tone. Being a woman herself Sandhya understood the tone very well. The tone every woman used when she displayed interest and wanted to be suggestive. The tone her used was something Sandhya herself had used when she found someone of the opposite sex to be attractive and she wanted to subtly inform the man of her interest in him.
 
“ .. the look on my face.. you idiot anyone would have that look when you do something like that… ,” her mother said throatily.
 
“Haa ha, she laughed again.
 
Sandhya was almost certain now that the person who her mother was talking to was a man … and it certainly was not her father. So, something was going on as she had always suspected she concluded with a certain feeling of thrill, wonder who it could be she pondered. Sandhya saw her mother get up and start towards the door. Maybe she noticed the door ajar and wanted to close it or maybe she suspected someone was there. Sandhya felt it was better to beat a retreat from that place and so she quickly and silently walked to her own room. Though she desperately longed to hear her mother’s conversation with whoever was on the line with her. Who was her mother talking to? By her flirtatious tone it seemed like it was a man on the other side of the line. But then again was she reading too much into it, could it have been just one of her female friends. There was something suggestive in the way her mother spoke so she felt that it was more likely that she was talking to a male. It was strange to hear from her mother the type of tone she herself used when she wanted to be seductive to her boyfriend, that her mother was also capable of being flirtatious. Now maybe this was the confirmation of what she had long suspected. Her mother was getting her own needs fulfilled by others. The words her mother spoke, ‘..do something like that’. What was the outrageous thing that the other person had done? Did that person grab her mother suddenly?
 
Now Sandhya seemed to remember her mother said this in reference to the other person mentioning ‘the look’ on her mother’s face. Did that mean her mother saw something that shocked (aroused?) her? Did it mean the man had exposed his .. his cock?? This thought stirred up her own emotions. Strangely the emotion was not that of anger or resentment that her mother was cheating on her father. She knew how much of neglect her mother was enduring. It was more of a vicarious thrill. She herself sought and found great joy in sexual fulfilment. Why should her mother be denied that? Afterall she too was a woman who deserves her needs to be filled. She recalled now that her mother had been away the whole afternoon yesterday that is the day after her dad had gone overseas on a business trip. She had come back home in a chirpy, jubilant mood. Sandhya tried to recall if she also looked a little worn out?  Worn out by a vigorous romp in the bed with someone. Happy and exhausted was how her mother could have been described to have been yesterday. It suggested that what had happened had been very satisfying. The look on her mother’s face was what any other sexually experienced woman would instantly recognise and would probably envy because she would have wanted to have experienced the same delight.
 
“Had my mom spent yesterday afternoon fucking with someone? Sandhya wondered out aloud.
 
My mom may have had her fun yesterday and I her daughter today, what type of women we are in this family, ha, ha she laughed to herself. Her dad deserves it for being hardly around. Her mother had all the luxuries in life except one of the most important one, companionship of one who loved her. Her mother would not have lack of wooers as her mother had taken care of herself. She still looked attractive despite her age. In fact, she still had the looks to ensnare men half her age. Her dad on the other hand had not bothered to look after himself that much. It didn’t matter though. The power of his status and the thickness of his wallet would be enough to ensure nubile young things would willingly share his bed on his many trips. How can one live without a fulfilling sex life? From her own experience she now how exhilarating good sex can be and so denying that to her mom, especially one who was as glamourous as her would be unfair. Another shattering thought came to her all of a sudden. That what her mother was undergoing was the exact same future that had been set for her too. Would she be able to live a life like her mothers? A life where you would be married to a negligent husband who was hardly there? She looked around the luxuriant surroundings of her bedroom. Well it was going to be a trade-off to make some sacrifices for a life of luxury. Why not, she decided. She wasn’t bothered if people were to look at her as someone very shallow. She needed to be pampered. That was the only lifestyle she had ever known and she was not ashamed of it. There would be plenty of men like Rakesh available if she needed sexual satisfaction elsewhere after her marriage.
 
In a bedroom not quite thirty feet away from Sandhya’s, Mounika locked her door and went back and lay on her bed. Though she knew no one would intrude into her room without her express permission she nevertheless took that precaution as she didn’t want to be disturbed in any way. She was too intoxicated by the new developments of yesterday and did not want any interruptions. She had cut her phone call as she came to close and lock her bedroom door and now she called back, but this time on videocall.
 
“Hi, once again,” she said with a smile.
 
“Hi to you too,” said the youthful face from the other end.
 
That youthful face was 28 years old Prakash. The son of one of her friends. His father was a business associate of her husband and the close relationship between the two families began around three years ago when the men became business associates. Prakash had been away for around five years and he had just come back about six months ago after his studies in the US. He was introduced to her on his welcome back home party which took place a month after he was back, that is about five months ago. She had found him to be a personable young man, quite polite and well mannered. His mother, that is her friend, was very proud of him. In fact, it was her friend who had dragged him over to introduce her son to her. After that day she had met him casually a few times. But when their meeting became more frequent than for it be only coincidence she started to have an inkling that something was not quite right. He seemed to pop up at places where she normally went. At those times he would make it a point to engage her in long conversations. She found it strange he preferred to spend time with her rather than people his own age who were also there at the same time. After a while she realised he was actually flirting with her. She was a little taken aback at first at this unexpected attention, then a little amused by his obvious fascination with her and finally she even felt a little proud she could still attract such a young man. But she reasoned to herself that this infatuation would soon wane away. She also knew her friend would ‘kill her’ if she responded to the said friend’s son’s romantic flirtations.
 
However, Prakash’s interest didn’t seem to relent. His desire for her was so clear in his eyes. She only hoped that no one else especially her friend would notice this. In fact, he had grown bolder and he now even started to call her on her phone frequently. Being pursued after all these years evoked a feeling of excitement that slowly gathered momentum within her. All these years she had immersed herself in social activities, parties etc to compensate for the neglect from her husband but contrary to what her daughter thought (or even some others in her circle of friends presumed) she had never sought to stray from her marital vows. In all these years even though there were many opportunities and no lack of pursuers she had remained faithful to her husband. She had no illusions as to her husband’s own infidelity. She had accepted it as being part of her husband’s lifestyle. The temptations he would be subjected to with many women throwing themselves at him, primarily because of his wealth and in some cases some women who get attracted because of the power he wields due to influence of his wealth. The obsequious behaviour of other men to her husband because of his position and wealth in itself would make her husband attractive to certain women who get drawn to power. Besides this she thought, due to the stress her husband would be subjected to in his crucial business dealings he would be in need of relief from that in some way. Soothing sex would be a great stress reliever. Being a woman of her time, upbringing and background she had an acceptance of her role in the family and her lot in life. Contrary to what her daughter thought, her conjugal life with her husband had not completely ceased. Though infrequent, she and her husband did have sex when he was around at home. Also, her husband though it cannot be said that he was a fantastic lover in bed, he was nevertheless fairly adept as a lover and was able to satisfy her even now, when he is in his early fifties.
 
Now this young upstart Prakash had evoked feelings in her that she long thought had faded and gone away for good. He had made her laugh. He had given great attention to her. Most importantly the unabashed naked want in his eyes had gone to the very core of herself. It felt so good to know that she was still desirable to a strapping young man. How can such a young man be so besotted with a mature woman such as herself. After a very long time she began to look at her own reflection in the mirror with wonder. What was it about her that so attracted him? Yes, she was still shapely though she should still get rid of about three or four kilograms she had thought critically as she had preened before a full-length mirror. She held up her breasts in her two hands. They were large but not overly so as to look awful on a curvaceous body. Most importantly they still had very little sag. She looked at her stomach. She pinched it with two fingers. Only when she pulled it like that there was a slight bit of flab otherwise it did appear flat. Her legs were an asset to her desirability. They were silken smooth, well rounded, long and shapely.
 
“Have you no shame, this young rascal had made you admire yourself unashamedly like a lovelorn teen,” she had admonished herself with a laugh, looking at her reflection in the mirror. 
 
It wasn’t as if she didn’t have other admirers all this while before Prakash. But by their approach it was always evident to her that she was a much sought out conquest for them. They wanted to boast that they had bedded the wife of such a wealthy and influential man. Hence she had given them short shrift, sending them away with their tails between their legs whenever they tried to cross the boundaries she had set for herself and them. Prakash however was different. He showed genuine care. So was his admiration. Even if she did not give herself to him she felt that even after knowing that he would still want to spend time with her. He seemed to genuinely enjoy being in her presence.
 
“Don’t be foolish,” she would scold herself,” he’s almost half your age, he is only a little older than your son. Act your age you old fool.” Yet for the first time her feelings overrode her sensible thoughts.
 
Having said all this, she never thought it was going eventually to lead to anything. She was confident if really he tried anything she would be able to resist the temptation. She would not want to give up her long-cherished chastity, it just wasn’t something she felt capable of doing. All her intention was nothing more than to humour him in his pursuit of her. In a way she was also indulging in her own fantasies. As she had no intention of giving herself to him she felt there was no danger in her behaving this way, that is giving him some encouragement. She underestimated how intoxicating it would be to her to be pursued by an attractive young man. She never expected her indulgence would abet him to permeate her consciousness in such a way that he would frequently intrude into her thoughts. She also overestimated her own strength in resisting him.  In the course of five months she went from reminding herself of the valid reasons for not giving into him to slowly looking for excuses as to why it would be justified if she was indeed to lose her long-cherished chastity to him. Suddenly her husband’s negligence became a greater fault than it was before. Her suspicion of her husband’s philandering on his trips was not so justifiable anymore. Her own feeling, that time is passing by fast and she had forgone her own happiness for this shallow life of material luxury, began to hit her. For the first time she allowed herself the feeling of resentment against her husband for his behaviour. This was something she had suppressed from affecting her these long years. Without even realising it she had become ripe for seduction. Even as her internal resistance slowly crumbled her self-pride did not allow her to throw herself to her young seducer. Prakash had to make the move. If he did her resistance may not last long though how much of a struggle she would put up was something she did not know. However, would a young man like him be bold enough to act on his desires and make the first move with an older woman, especially one who was his mother’s close friend? She was conflicted in her mind what she really wished for. Whether she hoped he would make a physical advance on her or hoped he would never get the courage to do that. Yesterday all this confusion came to an end. The opportunity for him to finally seduce her arose all out of a coincidence. He met her when she just came out after shopping at an exclusive boutique. (Or had he been actually following her and made it look like a chance meeting). He invited her to a cup of coffee and they had an interesting conversation. The conversation was interspersed with some sexual-innuendos but nothing she could take offence with. If she was being honest with herself she really did enjoy it. He had been able to create a bit of a sexually charged atmosphere between them. From there he invited her to view the new condominium he had bought. Alarm bells should have gone off but against her better judgement she agreed after some persuasion from him.
 
“Wow it looks beautiful,” she had remarked as she appreciatively surveyed the tastefully furnished apartment.
 
“Glad you like it,” he had said. She could see that he was genuinely pleased by her appreciation.
 
“Is this where you plan to move to after your marriage?” she had asked. He was currently residing with his parents.
 
They were talking as he led her around the apartment and they just happened to be at the master bedroom at that time. She looked at the large king-sized, lushly furnished bed. She felt an irrational pang of jealousy that some woman would one day share this bed with him.
 
“Probably,” he replied,” but I wanted it this way because I been longing to share it with an angel first.”
 
“Who is that? Your future wife? Do you already have someone in mind?” she asked looking up at his face somehow disturbed that he may already have someone who was close to his heart. She hoped he would not notice her perturbance.
 
“Yes, I am looking at the angel right now,” he said with smouldering eyes.
 
It took a few seconds for his words to register in her mind. She was stunned .. shocked .. (elated?)  .. her heart started racing. She had half expected that this moment would happen one day but now when it happened all of a sudden today, she was least prepared for it.  
 
“Wha..wha.. what are you saying Prakash?” she stammered.
 
“You heard me the first time, I know you know how I feel about you,” he said as he took a step towards her.
 
Alarmed she took a step back. She was not prepared for this. “Have you gone mad Prakash. Do you know who you are talking to.”
 
She took another step back. In her heart this was what she had wanted too yet why is she resisting. Her physical actions were one of resistance yet the emotion that filled her heart said something else.
 
As he kept moving towards her she kept stepping backwards. If any other man had done this she would have slapped him and put him in his place but now all she did was retreat helplessly. 
 
“Yes, I know, I’m talking to my angel,” he said huskily. The raw, naked desire in his eyes caused a joyful lilt in her heart.
 
“You’ve lost your mind, I’m old enough to be your mother .. in fact, your mother would never forgive me. She and I are such good friends.” She couldn’t step back anymore as the bedroom wall prevented her moving anymore.
 
“I don’t care, you are all I can think of. I’m crazy I know, crazy for you.” He leaned towards her body. Her hands on his chest prevented him from moving any further but she knew that he could feel her fingers trembling.
 
Her body ran hot and cold. Unabated emotions were surging through her. Her mind was in a flux. She had lost the ability to think rationally. That she was agitated, that he could cause this in her would have given him more confidence to force himself on her.
 
“Don’t do this Prakash, I’m too old for you,” she pleaded but she would have been disappointed if he listened to her pleading and had moved away. That he did not was causing her alarm and elation in equal measure.
 
“I’ve not met a single young girl who could hold a candle to you.” His hand softly touched her bare arm (she had worn a sleeveless blouse), tracing small lines on her soft flesh. She shuddered at his touch. Her womanhood responded to the gentle teasing as if it had a mind of its own.
 
“I’m married.”
 
“Who would be foolish enough to let you be single all these years.”
 
“This is wrong Prakash,” Mounika couldn’t look directly at his face. She was afraid he would read the desire in her eyes too. God, let me not swoon into his arms she prayed.
 
It was too late for that. He already knew in her heart of hearts how much she wanted him too. “Don’t fool yourself Mounika, you deserve more than this.” He called her by name for the first time. She liked the sound of her name rolling on his lips.
 
“I know you want me just as much as I want you my angel Mounika, I can see it in your eyes. Let yourself go don’t hold back and I will give you the happiness you need and deserve.”
 
Had I been so easy to read Mounika thought to herself. Prakash was not like just any other young man. He was mature beyond his years. He knew what he wanted and was relentless in getting his wish. Mounika tried one last time. She was trapped. His hands on either side of her body trapped her to the wall. His hands and body had imprisoned her. Her only escape was if he relented. She could of course have forcefully pushed him away or slapped him but those thoughts never entered her mind. It was obvious even to her that she wanted to be seduced too. What she was now doing was a weak and feeble effort to assuage her guilt. He leaned forward to kiss her. She turned her head to one side but that did not stop him. He just kissed her cheek. He held her by her jaw and gently moved her head to face him. She had her eyes closed shut her lips were quivering. The maroon lip gloss on her succulent lips were too much of a temptation for him.
 
“Your lips are so tempting Mounika, so juicy and sweet.” His words continued to inflame her passions making her resolve weaker by the moment.  
 
Soon his lips entwined with hers as he kissed her passionately. Her final bit of resistance melted in that ardent kiss of her young lover. Things moved quickly from that. The long smouldering pent up passion could not be held back anymore. There was the frantic effort to undress each other. Her saree was pulled off from her body even as he continued to suck on her lips. His hand pressed upon her breast kneading them with an eagerness of finally getting to hold that which he had long hoped to possess. Her hands that had been at her side was now hugging his body.
 
“Mmm..  mmmm …,” the sound of their feverish kiss filled the room without their lips ever parting from each other.
 
Her red lipstick was a mess not just on her lips but on his too. He sought to unhook her blouse even as he kissed her but struggled to do so. It was not as if he was inexperienced in undressing a woman, he had that experience with a few women so far. But they were all with younger women who wore western clothes which was much easier to get off the body. This was a completely new experience for him. She came to his aid and soon the hooks were completely undone. Only now did his lips leave hers. He looked open mouthed at her two breasts that her demi bra did more to reveal than hide. For a mature, experienced woman she felt a little shyness at the bold admiration shown by a man so much younger to her. Yet she hoped that he liked what he saw.
 
“Mounika, my darling .. They are so much more beautiful than I imagined.” His open and earnest compliment of her feminine beauty endeared him further to her.
 
He stooped to kiss her. Feathery kisses on her deep cleavage. It caused her to moan softly as his lips exalted in the softness of her smooth flesh. As he kissed his hands reached behind to unhook her bra. This he had no trouble doing as he had done many times before. Her loose bra still clung on to her breast till he pulled it off completely from her body. Her breasts jutted out proudly from her body with hardly a hint of sag. Her nipples were pointing slightly to opposite directions.
 
“You know Mounika I had often dreamed of how they would look but now at last I can see them .. your firm ripe fruits mmm I must simply taste them.”
 
Saying this he gently squeezed her left breast with his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other and kissed her nipple. They stirred slightly. He stuck out his tongue and teased it with the tip of the tongue. It half grew in length and when he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, the nipple fully extended and popped into his mouth. He gently chewed on the rubbery tip as he slurped on the nipple.
 
“Ohh .. uh uh.. ,” she gasped as she sucked in her breath, ooohh….” her surrender to him made him elated.
 
He sucked on her breasts voraciously making sure not to neglect either of them. He two palms cradled his head, holding them to her breasts. The young man, feeding on her breasts was igniting her own lust where she wasn’t in control of herself anymore. This was the second adult male who had every got a chance to taste the sweetness of her ripe dangling fruits.
 
“Oh god .. yes .. baby .. oh… suck .. ah .. suck.” Her ramblings of lust were faint but still clearly audible to him.
 
As he suckled on her breasts he undid the buttons on his shirt with one hand. He finally stood up to remove his shirt completely from his body. Her nipples were fully swollen and wet because of the ministrations by his mouth. She too was seeing his naked upper torso for the first time. His well-toned, finely chiselled body would delight any woman. She was amazed that a youth like him, a fine male specimen of virility would find a mature woman such as she, attractive. He watched her looking at his body with a smile. He could see she found his body alluring but yet she just stood there. He took the initiative here. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. Her hand then moved on its own, running slowly over his body as if in wonderment. Her well-manicured long nails drew marks that left no lines on the firm muscles of his body. Even seeing this long longed for touch of her fingers on his body was erotic to him. She was so engrossed at what she was doing that she did not notice him unhook his pants and let it fall on the ground. Only the rustle of the clothes as his pants slid and fell down his legs drew back her attention.
 
Again, this was the first time she was seeing his sturdy thighs but what drew her attention straightaway was something straining to get free of the boxers he wore. She was still in her petticoat but before he undressed her fully he decided to that he should become naked first. She may have felt too shy and embarrassed to be naked before him while he was still clothed. Seeing a male fully naked would not be new to her. Afterall she was a married woman but seeing your adulterous lover fully naked would be different. This sinful situation would be highly erotically charged but at the same time when indulging in this delightfully illicit act for the first time there would be some shyness for the woman coupled with that too.  He could see her hold her breath as he started to pull down his boxers. When his cock sprung out from its captivity he saw her mouth open with a gasp. He knew his girth was larger than usual but his length just hardly breached seven inches. Yet she seemed fascinated with it. That made him wonder just how big, or rather small her husband was.   
 
As she had said over the phone she was mesmerised on seeing his thick erect phallus. Actually, he was only a little over an inch and a half more than her husband’s five and a half inches but his thickness gave the illusion that it was bigger than it was. He had a magnificent body and his love tool was a match to that. Her young lover such a stud she hoped that he would not be disappointed when she stood naked before him. He himself undid her petticoat and pulled her silky red panties down. She closed her eyes tightly not being able to look at him when he did that. When she finally did open her eyes, the look of immense desire on his face showed he was as enamoured with her body as she was at his. Their bodies came together as one, flesh rubbing against flesh as they were once more engaged in a passionate kiss. He moved her along as he kissed her till they fell on the bed, lips and body still entwined. They feverish rolled on the bed in deep embrace as they kissed passionately. Even in the first few days after her marriage she had not been this ardent with her husband as she now was with her lover. The very first lover in her life.
 
They had no need for long foreplay to be ready for rapturous mating. The long interchange between them for the past few months. The undertone of sex in their seemingly innocent teasing. The delectable thought of sin that had been planted within them even while not being conscious of it. Finally, the sexual desire that had stealthily gained control over their emotions rendered the need for foreplay irrelevant. Their pent-up desires needed instant relief. Soon he had squatted between her open legs, her thighs over his. She watched with her tongue wetting her dry lips at the bulging veins covered big and hard tubular flesh of love that was going to pluck her virtue. She had gasped as his manhood slowly entered her moist pussy. Her eyes swooned as intense pleasure entered her along with the hard flesh entering her body. Her groans and moans that filled the room. This young man had finally seduced his mother’s friend. Had showed her that this sinful coupling can transport her to yet to be experienced bliss.
 
“Fuck me … darling .. ohh your wonderful cock .. sss… fuck me.” She whimpered in uncontrollable emotions, using words that she had but rarely used with her husband.

But he was showing her more, much more than she knew existed. Their heat of passion was so great that rivulets of sweat was running freely over their bodies. Prakash was delighted that the pussy of the wife of his father’s business associate held so much of bliss. He was taking what belonged to the man who he had been addressing as uncle. She was giving herself too, now freely, willingly. The rapture she was in was making her lose complete control of herself. She bit him, she dug her nails into the flesh of his back. Her body strained against his meeting his every thrust with one of her own equally passionate thrust. Her shrieks became such that anyone hearing it would think she was crying. Finally, their two bodies simultaneously shuddered at they reached that sought-after release. The thickness of his already large phallus swelled even more as the grasping wet flesh of her pussy drained every bit of his virile life fluid from him. It was an ecstasy she had never experienced before. Her body was spasming in eruptions of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Finally, his hips stopped moving as he lay on top of her. She hugged him tightly in gratitude. They both lay spent, gasping for breath but deeply satisfied having experienced intense ecstasy.  

[sexycharan]

Excellent update bro

[Vishal Ramana]

Amazing narration friend.

[srinivasulu]

Wow...wonderful update...

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The story is very hot.....

[veeravaibhav]

Wonderful bro, mother and daughter are bitches.

[Faysal1]

You are again creating a missive rocking story ro....

[kamdev99008]

Congrats dear for new story

I was eager since a long

[game40it]

Excellent update bro

Amazing narration friend.

Wow...wonderful update...

The story is very hot.....

Wonderful bro, mother and daughter are bitches.

You are again creating a missive rocking story  ro....

Congrats dear for new story

I was eager since a long

Thank you for your comments. There will be large parts of this thread where there would not be sex scenes involved as I am trying to make this a story. I am unsure to what extent of acceptance it would have with the readers but I am going to go ahead in that manner. Continue with your support. It's much appreciated.

[Steven Rajaa]

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Episode 5

The second time around had been more leisurely. They delighted in exploring each other, learning the pleasure points of their partner. Why, had she resisted so long she wondered. Prakash showed her pleasures she didn’t know existed. This time around Mounika took his love pole and lovingly stoked it. She was delighted that the spent rod would recover and grow again so quickly in her fingers. It had been only about ten to fifteen minutes since their first bout of love yet he is already ready for another round. That was the recuperative powers of youth she thought with a smile but can she cope with the stamina of her youthful lover.

 
“Mmm… it’s so big and strong,” she murmured in appreciation.
 
He looked at his thick penis throbbing in her long and slender fingers. Oh, how long he had longed for her beautiful hand to be playing with his manhood. Now that it had finally happened he could not still quite believe that he had succeeded in seducing this posh and elegant mature wife. He had hoped that one day she would share her bed with him but it had been more in hope than expectation. The moment he set his eyes on her, that is when his mother introduced her to him there had been an instant chemical reaction within him. This glamourous older woman had something about her that instantly attracted him. There was more than a hint of suppressed sexuality. Even in the curve of her lips when she smiled in greeting there seemed to be promises of delight, that awaited that someone luckily enough to gain its favour.
 
As he casually massaged her breast he said,” even the touch of your fingers feels so wonderful darling.”
 
She turned and kissed him on his lips. They looked at each other smilingly conspiratorially as only lovers who had just discovered the joys their clandestine union had revealed to them.
 
“You rascal you had achieved what you wanted haven’t you,” her playful smile revealed there was no anger that the words spoken would suggest.
 
“But do you regret what you did,” he asked back.
 
“That’s the issue you little devil, I feel guilty that I’m not feeling guilty, if that makes sense.”
 
He may be far younger to her but he understood her current emotional state far better than she did. The lack of guilt was because she revelled in finally breaking free from the self-imposed shackles on her sexuality. He felt blessed to have been the one to help her achieve. He then got to partake in this outpouring of passion. The recipient of her euphoria in finally giving free rein to her repressed sexual urges.
 
“Tell me honestly Mounika, how was this experience? How did you feel?” he asked softly while running his fingers through her hair.
 
She looked into his earnest eyes as she came to terms with her own feelings. “It was wonderful .. more than wonderful,” she admitted,” I felt intense joy, I felt I had found the reason to celebrate being a woman.”
 
“Then why should you feel any guilt. You have enjoyed what you have been denied … what you deserve. There is no shame in it.”
 
She looked at him in wonder. How could he be so mature for one so young. His wife to be is going to be a lucky woman, she thought, with a bit of envy. He understood and respected a woman’s desires and feelings. But then she cannot escape from her responsibility just like that, she was married to someone else and had broken her vows to her husband.
 
“I understand what you are saying but I have wronged my husband. I have hurt him. Prakash, this is the first time I have strayed from my marital vows, I have never cheated on him before.”
 
Prakash was thrilled to hear that. It surprised him that she had been a chaste wife till now. He knew the life style of her husband which was very much like his fathers. A big part of it was neglect of their spouses in search of more and more wealth. He did not suspect the fidelity of his own mother. She was forty-nine but looked to be well into her fifties, unlikely to be a target for any lothario but that was not so with Mounika. She could easily pass off to being in her early thirties and was a strikingly, good looking woman. For a neglected wife who looked so alluring surely many men would have wanted to bed her. With her husband’s busyness and frequent trips there wouldn’t have been lack of opportunities for her, or a would-be seducer but yet she had remained faithful. Her virtue had been that precious to her but yet she had given him that which she had treasured all these years. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He kissed her with passion and she returned his kisses.
 
“Thank you .. thank you, I’m so lucky that you gave yourself to me. You are a beautiful woman both inside and outside. Don’t ever feel bad at what you have done. There is no sin in rightfully enjoying life. It is what a wonderful woman like you deserves.
 
She stroked his face lovingly for his sweet words. “It’s just that I am going to feel bad on seeing my husbands face.”
“You have taken care of his home, his children and have not neglected him in any way. What we do now is for ourselves. We have to be careful, that’s all. What he doesn’t know is not going to hurt him.”
 
She realised that her fingers were holding on to a raging hardon. She didn’t realise it but his cock had reached that magnificence when he heard her say that this was the first time she had been unfaithful to her husband. He had seduced and fucked a virtuous woman, a chaste housewife. They kissed once more their kiss gaining in passion the longer it went on. Their lust for each other had been rekindled. As Prakash lay on his back, this time it was Mounika who kissed him on his eyes, ears, neck till she came down to his broad chest. She gave a gentle kiss to his nipple and teased it with the tip of her tongue. It puckered up for her. She smiled at seeing that. She took it in her mouth and started alternately nibbling it gently and sucking on it. She could feel his cock jerk in her hand as she did that. Making love to a man with such a manly and sensuous body was a new experience for her. Her husband even when in the first years of marriage was like never like that. For Prakash the sensation caused by her soft hand was transporting him a heightened pleasurable experience.
 
“Mmm .. Mounika … yesss.” She liked it that he was losing control and when that happened he kept blabbering her name.  Now the roles were reversed from the first time they copulated.  He had made her swoon in delight then but now she was doing the same to him.
 
She smiled wickedly at him. “You like that don’t you?? I’m going to make you squirm.”
 
Though she said it as if it was a threat, that was a promise he gladly welcomed.
 
“Stroke my cock baby … ahh stroke it.”
 
She kissed his chest all over, light kisses that made his muscles every time her lips touched his skin. After that when her tongue started drawing tingling lines across his flesh his breathing came out as audible gasps. She let her tongue play on his stomach causing him to tighten his stomach muscles. Every time he did that the delineation of his abdominal abs became visible. She tried to bite slightly but her teeth made no impression on his hard muscles. She looked up at his penis, the first time she was looking at it this close. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft looked so small compared to the girth of his phallus. His exposed bud looked an angry red, almost purplish. It was also wet and shinny with all that he had oozed. She looked at that beautiful specimen of masculinity and felt a craving within her to taste it. Sucking a cock was not new to her. She had done that many times for her husband but that was always to please her husband, to give pleasure to him rather than any desire she had to do that. But now looking at her young lover’s erect stalk she felt a compulsive urge to take it in her mouth. For the first time she wanted to suck a cock because of her own yearning than for that of the man.
 
When Mounika’s head hovered over his stiff cock Prakash held his breath in anticipation. He had long imagined how sweet it would be to taste her pouting red lips, he had found that out today. More than that however what had made him suffer many nights in pleasurable agony was imagining her succulent lips wrapped around over his throbbing cock. Now that which had made him suffer just imagining how wonderful it would be was finally going to become a reality. Mounika looked at his face. She saw his eager anticipation. In his expression she could see how much he wanted this.
 
“Baby you want me to kiss it,” she teased him, testing his patience further.
 
“Yes, darling  .. yes,” his voice came out hoarsely.
 
Her head lowered, going down slowly till her lips were almost touching the tip of his cock. Prakash’s mouth opened involuntarily as if willing Mounika’s mouth to do the same but instead she just blew a stream of cool air over the bud of his rod. Being unable to control his lust he thrust up his hips but she moved her head upwards quickly to avoid it but his cock managed to slightly touch her lips leaving a tiny sticky spot on it. She held his cock tightly and pushed his hips back down on the bed. Her tongue swiped off the sticky spot on her lips as she tasted his pre-cum for the first time.
 
“Mounika, don’t be so cruel to me,” he implored her.
 
She smiled mischievously at her young lover. She could understand the impatience of youth. Their first frenzied coupling was a result of the slow escalation of emotions reaching a state where it had needed to have instant appeasement. But now as a mature and sexually experienced person she was aware that greater delight awaited them in patiently enjoying the variations in sexual play.
 
“You need to suffer for making me suffer,” Mounika looked at him with mock indignation.
 
“Why what did I do?” Prakash replied pretending to be apprehensive.
 
This was all a play between lovers was evident as Mounika had continued to lovingly stroke his cock.
 
“You rascal, you stirred up so much of emotions in me. Disturbed my sleep with all the sinful thoughts that you made me think.”
 
“What sinful thoughts?” Prakash asked with a smile.
 
“Making a faithful woman like me wanting to do this,” Mounika said as she bent her head down and kissed his cock.
 
“What other bad thoughts came to this loyal housewife,” Prakash played along with her.
 
“Wanting to do wicked things like this,” she said as she licked his cream from his cock. Prakash groaned softly in pleasure.
 
“What else .. what else?” Prakash’s voice was nothing more than a croak now.
 
“And shamelessly do this,” Mounika said as her lips wrapped around his large girth.
 
“Oohh… yess…,” Her lover’s dream was finally being fulfilled.
 
Mounika started sucking on his cock slowly at first savouring the feel of his hot flesh in her warm and wet mouth. There was enough of his length left to stroke as she took a little more than bulbous head into her mouth. Prakash was mesmerised as this charming socialite was pleasuring him with her sweet mouth just like any common woman would. But the pleasure was much greater when the dignified wife of such a powerful man was doing everything to please him with her mouth. That she was good at it too was demonstrated by her varying techniques. She would pull his foreskin completely back and only slurp on the exposed sensitive bud. She would then take more of him in her mouth and move her head up and down rapidly for a while. She would grip his cock by her lips without moving her head but let her tongue tease the part of his shaft trapped in her mouth. Her fingers would rub on his body as she did this, sometimes tracing her nails over his flesh, something teasing and pinching his nipple with her fingers, all the while enhancing the pleasure she was giving him.
 
She was amazed that he showed no signs of losing control and wanting to stop her. That he was enjoying what she did was clear by his moaning and the throbbing of his cock but he really could hold on for a long time. She sucked hard and fast in wanting him to surrender to her but to no avail. She couldn’t figure out if he was able to do this because he had only recently had an orgasm or because he had a naturally higher tolerance level. She sucked him for more than fifteen minutes but he showed no signs of spurting his seed into her mouth. Finally, she had to admit defeat as her own jaws ached. When she took out his cock coated with her saliva it seemed to have expanded even more immensely in girth. Oh my god how is this thick monster going to stretch out my tiny hole she thought. For a woman who had given birth two children that is not going to be difficult besides she was already soaking wet in anticipation of this. What my mouth couldn’t do my cunt is going to do she said to herself determinedly. It is going to milk every bit of his seed, till the last drop.
She mounted his prone body her hole swallowing his thick pole with only the slightest bit of difficulty. They made love one more time. This time leisurely, enjoying every caress, delighting in every kiss, gasping in pleasure at every friction of their love tools. This time she fucked him enjoying the thrill of riding the muscular body of her boy toy. He made her come in a shattering orgasm …. then again once more when his hot seed spurted into her.
 
Now once again, after she had closed her bedroom door she was eager to coo with her young lover once again.
 
“Did you really enjoy yourself sweety,” Mounika asked, anxious that she was not a disappointment to him.
 
“It was even more delicious than I imagined it would be,” Prakash reassured her. There was a sincerity in his voice that she did not miss. She was very pleased to hear him say that.
 
“How was it for you my sweet Mounika, were you satisfied,” he asked in return.
 
“Oh Yes my darling boy, I didn’t know such rapture existed till yesterday. You were superb darling.”
 
“You evoke those feelings in me baby, I wanted to please you, fulfil all your desires. No other woman would have induced such craving in me.” His words were sweet music to her ears.
 
“You know Prakash, I should be feeling so guilty now. I shouldn’t be able to face my husband or children but my happiness is greater than all that now. You have made me feel like a desirable woman again.”
 
“Mounika, all I have been thinking of since yesterday is about you. After tasting your delightsome body, I have been aching for more. I want you again my sweet love.”
 
“I’ve been wanting to be in your arms too honey, I can’t get you out of my mind,” Mounika said huskily. She didn’t mind that he knew that he had completely conquered her. She, the close friend of his mother, the wife of his father’s business associate and a woman who was about twenty years older than him.
 
She saw his hand reach down below his waist. “Hey, you naughty boy .. what are you doing?”
 
Prakash turned the phone to his waist. Once again she saw the manhood that had mesmerised her yesterday at full attention. “It has been like this every moment I think of you,” she could hear his voice say.
 
It was a splendid specimen, one such as she had not seen live in her life before that. When she saw it for the first time yesterday she was taken aback that this young man was so impressively equipped. When the thick girth slid into her burning womanhood she had never felt so full as a woman in her life. It was as if she was a young woman again. The images of their frantic mating came flashing back in her mind. Her feminine flesh clasped his marauding thickness the way her arms had clasped him to her body. As his hard rod rubbed tightly against wet feminine flesh she could not help but whimper and moan in uncontrolled ecstatic pleasure. He had grasped the rotund flesh of her breast as he pumped in her with vigour. The woman he had dreamed of bedding was lying beneath his body, ardently meeting his thrusts with her own.
 
“Fuck me .. Oh, baby fuck me… hhng .. hhng .. hhng,” those words of lust coming her had intensified his own ardour.
 
Her fingers had restlessly run over his muscular back. She remembered now that even the sturdy bed creaked unable to withstand the frenzy of their passionate coupling. She recalled being pushed into progressively higher waves of pleasure. She had gasped for breath, she had bitten him on his shoulder, something she had never done to her husband. Her fingernails had made no dent on his broad muscular back as she sought release from her lust. If it had been her husband her nails would have wounded his soft flesh. Oh god how with a shrill cry she had clung on to his body as spasms after spasms of intense bliss wracked through her body. Even in that rapturous state she could feel his life fluid surging into her love channel. Lovemaking the second time around had been more sedate. Second time around was sweeter in a different way. She rode him till she came and let him fill her from behind as he pumped to his finish and brought her to her peak too a second time with his own spurting.  
 
“I took care of it yesterday didn’t I. Why is it still like this?” she said coming out from her thoughts.
 
“It still needs you my love. It needs the warm embrace of your treasure.” Mounika smiled on hearing this.
 
“We can’t keep meeting often Prakash dear, people will start suspecting. Wait for a few days and you can have me a whole day.”
 
“Hmm I’m going to suffer for the next few days then,” he said in mock sadness.
 
She laughed at this. “You sweet rascal, you had unprotected sex with me. Luckily it was safe time. I haven’t reached menopause yet. I can’t be carrying your child.”
 
“Why not,” he said.
 
“Don’t be foolish dear, you will get a woman your age to have children with in time. What we can share is wonderful sex. You need me and I need you. Let’s just enjoy these moments in our life”
 
“I didn’t pursue just so I can fuck you Mounika. I truly care for you.”
 
“I know darling, that’s why I gave myself to you. I care for you too but this is a relationship without a future. Let’s cherish it while it lasts.” Mounika spoke as a mature rational woman.
 
“But why wait so many days,” he asked stubbornly.
 
“Because my little boy won’t use condom. My sweet lover has forced me to buy birth control pills at this age. I just started taking it today. Wait darling for seven days and I will give you a feast of sex,” she promised him in husky tone.
 
She was aware that sex with her young lover was not going to be very infrequent as with her husband. With her husband, he would use condom or if it was a safe time there would dispense of it. Prakash was a hot-blooded young man with a high sexual appetite and he was going to be more demanding of sex. He would want her pussy as often as opportunity arises. Most probably he would create opportunities wherever possible so as to have her. How was she going to cope with the vigorous enthusiasm of youth? Be prepared to be exhausted very often my dear she told herself. Anyway, if she was to avoid unwanted pregnancy which would be utterly shameful at this age, she better be on the pill.
 
They continued speaking for a while, their love-talk arousing both of them. She could feel her quim getting progressively wetter. It had been years and years since she had fingered herself, is her toy boy going to make her start that again she wondered. Where is there going to be a be need of that. When their desires were aroused they could always somehow find ways to meet to fulfil their passion. But would he make her do that now. Their passion was still high. Their lust still new and raw.
 
 Prakash was unable to control his lust seeing the beautiful housewife who he had seduced and fucked only yesterday. All of a sudden,” Strip completely naked,” he commanded her,” I want to see you fully.”
 
He couldn’t have her for some days yet but he needed relief now and so did she. She allowed herself to be taken charge of by him. She masturbated for him, the first time she was doing so since her college days. She saw his big cock as he shook it, imagining that it was pumping into her tight pussy. They both came at the same time with a loud groan.   
 
While her mother and her young lover were masturbating looking at each other, Sandhya was browsing through the TV channels in her room when a news item caught her attention.
 
“security officer have identified the body of the murdered person as notorious criminal suspect Vinod,” the reporter was saying in the news. “Investigations are ongoing under the supervision of ACP Dharana,” the reporter continued.
 
Sandhya was taken aback by the news.  She knew Vinod very well. My god how did this happen she thought with a sense of shock and sadness.

[Ananthukutty]

Very interesting twists and turns. How these points going to join How many new characters to come. Excellent narration of story.

[Isaac]

Superb.....

[fuckandforget]

Awesome, put mounika in a situation that she cannot be without prakash. It would make more interesting and she will be ready to kill anyone for having him with her.

[vishuvanathan]

Great narration and good turn arounds..