19-07-2023, 04:40 PM
Chapter 8 – The Adulterous Lovers need more
Husband
I’ve got overly high now. I should have left after the three rounds as I had planned. The mistake I made was being persuaded to sit down again. After that I lost time of how long I was here. I shouldn’t have struggled and finished that last three rounds. But they insisted saying we all don’t have to anywhere and that we are all going to sleep here. Now my sight was blurring and I was finding it difficult to even walk. It was shanker who helped me to get back to my room.
“Come I’ll take you back to your room. I hope Bavani doesn’t scold me for making you drink so much,” he said with a laughter.
Shanker was one person who could hold his drinks well. No matter how much he drinks he always seems to be steady. With Shanker’s help I somehow stumbled back to my room. The door of the room was not locked or latched and we didn’t have to call out to Bavani or knock on the door.
“Poor Bavani, she must have been very tired and slept. The ladies had a lot of work in getting everything prepared,” Shanker said in sympathy.
I looked at the Bed. Bavani was sleeping with her back to us. I was so drunk that all this was blur to my eyes.
“Look Mohan, there’s a mat and pillow there. Why don’t you open it and sleep on the floor, no need to disturb Bavani, she must be very tired,” Shanker said.
I felt what he proposed was right. He helped me to put the mat on the floor and adjusted the pillow for me. After he had left I lay down on the mat and tried to sleep. When I closed my eyes, everything started spinning faster and faster. I felt like I was going to vomit. I immediately opened my eyes and the vomiting sensation subsided. If I were to vomit here it would be so embarrassing. Not only that Bavani would scold me terribly. Now I cursed myself for drinking so much. How stupid I was. Shouldn’t I know my limit. Not being able to sleep because my head would start spinning I rolled this side and that side trying to somehow fall asleep. I was also sweating profusely because of the drinks I had. The fan on the ceiling was not adequate to ease the heat on my body. The room smelled of sweat. Oh my god I must be sweating so badly I could even smell it. My struggle to sleep continued with the feeling of wanting to vomit every time I closed my eyes. I even contemplated going to the bathroom and vomiting but decided against it. The sound of my retching would wake Bavani up and maybe even the people sleeping in the hall. At the same time my eyelids were getting heavy as the drinks made me want to sleep. I don’t know how long my struggle had lasted because I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep. My drunken stupor was disturbed by a very bad dream. While I lay there Vikram and Bavani who were completely naked were tightly embracing each other while their lips were stuck together in a passionate kiss. They were standing right in front of me not bothering if I saw them.
“Let her go you bastard … Bavani push him away,” I shouted but they both ignored me continued to kiss ardently.
Worse than that was Vikram looked at me and smiled contemptuously. He raised one her hands kissed it and then placed it on his cock. My wife too without any shame or hesitation grabbed it in her fingers and started shagging him. She looked at the cock in her fingers and then looked at my face and smiled with disdain as if to show me how much she liked his sex tool. I looked at Vikram’s cock, it was very big and thick and I felt my heart sink. I felt so inferior on seeing Vikram’s cock’s size. How can I compete with that? Bavani’s look seems to say when I have something this big in my hand why would I want you. Next I tried to get up and forcibly separate them but I couldn’t move my hands or legs, it was as if they had been tied down.
Next Vikram spoke to my wife,” Get down on your hands and knees, I’m going to fuck you.”
This was not a request from him it was a command. Even I had never demanded her to do anything when I had sex with her. I expected her to react angrily to the tone he used but she just meekly did what he asked. He went on his knees behind her then holding her hips he started to fuck her.
“No .. No… stop,” I shouted but either they didn’t hear me or they weren’t bothered about me. Why even I couldn’t hear my own voice. They continued to fuck while I helplessly pleaded with them to stop.
My wife smiled at me wickedly. “He’s so good … so big .. sss.., you go back to sleep, don’t disturb us.” She told me.
Her breasts were dangling in front of her body swaying along with her body. What was cruel was the chain that symbolised she was married to me was also swaying in front as if it was mocking me.
He
I was going to where I left my friends drinking. I was very happy at this moment. There was still a little after orgasm cum leaking onto my boxers. My cock had had a wonderful feast. The sex had been even more delightful than I had expected it would be. What a body, what ardour, what a pussy … what a woman. Who said beautiful women would be too conceited to be a good fuck? The thinking was that they would feel that since the man is getting someone as beautiful as them the man should be thankful for that and they don’t have to do anything. But Bavani proved all that was nonsense. The way she clung on to his body, the way she reacted and responded to his touches, everything was superb. Even in that difficult situation of having sex while there was a fear of discovery she enjoyed the sex and also gave him so much pleasure. It looks like she needed good sex as much as I needed to seduce and enjoy her voluptuous body. That was clear in the way she gratefully rained kisses on my face after she had orgasmed. She probably didn’t have a wholly satisfying sex life through her husband. Her need must have been slowly gnawing at her over the years. Ina sense I had been lucky. Probably she was at a stage where her frustrations had grown to a level where she was vulnerable to seduction. If say this had happened about two or three years ago she may not be at a stage where she was ready to cheat. Also, the way she sucked my cock … that was surprising. Even a prostitute wanting to please her customer so as to get a bigger tip would not have been able to give as good a blowjob. But the tightness and heat of her pussy, the clutching of my body in the throes of passion were all those of a sexually starved married woman enjoying real bliss for the first time. Everything was wonderful except for one thing. I missed the loud erotic moaning and whimpering of a woman enjoying rapturous sex. Those shrieks of pleasure would have made my own enjoyment greater. This was not going to be the end but only the beginning.
She must be able to freely express her desires and pleasure she was in. “Fuck me darling …. Shove your big cock inside my cunt… Arrrgghhh … fuck me like a bitch … I’m in heaven darling..” How I long to hear her scream out words like this as my cock pummels the depths of her pleasure hole.
With these thoughts running in my mind I went to where I left my friends. There was no one there. The table had been cleared. There were no bottles or glasses left. They had two bottles of alcohol how could they have finished it so fast even though there were seven of them. I must have been away less than an hour ago. I looked at where Mohan and his gang were sitting. I saw a man help Mohan walk back to his room just at that moment. The way Mohan was wobbling as he walked indicated that he was very drunk. I looked at my watch … good god I had been away for almost an hour and a half. Had I been having sex for so long with Bavani. I was enjoying the pleasure so much I had lost track of time. I remembered that we had been kissing and pawing each other as we lay together in one another’s arms as we basked in the warm glow of after sex. Even then I had taken so long. I kissed Bavani goodbye after dressing up while she put back her clothes on. Thinking of Bavani reminded me of how her erotic she looked with her tousled hair and her face reflecting that of a woman who had just engaged in satisfying sex. That made my cock stir again. I just don’t seem to get enough of her. I went to the large room allotted to the friends of the bride’s brother. All of them were knocked out sleeping in whichever space they could find. There was one small place for me to lie down. I lay there for a while but unable to sleep. My mind was still occupied by the intense lovemaking with Bavani. I suddenly made up my mind and quietly left my sleeping friends behind and left the room.
I went to the room where Bavani and her husband were sleeping and peeked into the room through the window. Her husband was not on the bed with her, rather he was sleeping on a mat on the floor. I saw his face, his mouth drooling slightly as he lay there fully drunk. It looks like he won’t be able to get up anytime soon. Shall I call to Bavani to come here? I could ask her to open the door for me. No, that won’t work. She would probably refuse saying her husband was there. I saw her husband get back to the room later with the help of a friend. There was an off chance that the friend would have left Mohan in the room and have quietly closed the door and left. In that case the door may not be locked. Let me try my luck. I slowly sneaked my way to her door and tried to open it without making any sound. Today continued to be my lucky day. It opened as I twisted the handle and pushed. As I slowly closed the door again there was a very slight sound. Bavani turned around to see. Seeing me there she got up and sat on the bed in shock. Before she could say anything I quickly walked to her. She too quickly got up from the bed.
“Vikram go away … what are you doing here? My husband is here.”
I ignored what she said and quickly hugged her. I whispered into her ears,” Look at your husband he’s completely knocked out drunk. Even if thunder breaks here he won’t wake up.”
She looked at her husband’s condition and knew what I said was right. “Even then I’m scared, not now Vikram please.”
My hand was rubbing her breast as I kissed her on her neck. “I can’t sleep Bavani, I keep thinking of you.” As I said this I pulled her in closer to me rubbing my body against hers.
“I was thinking of you too but this is risky, he may get up.”
By this time, I had the front zip of her housecoat down and was kissing the top of her mound. “Don’t worry he won’t get up, not in the condition he is in”
“Okay then just five minutes then you go,” she said as she held my head up in her two palms. This was what I wanted .. I kissed her passion as she kissed me back. I pulled one of her breasts outside and sucked on her nipple. It instantly became erect in my mouth. She started moaning softly.
“I’m so hot Bavani, I want you again … now.”
“What? Again? We just finished and you are ready again? It’s too risky darling,” she said but her resolve was weakening.
“Bavani my beautiful queen. I need you so much I’ll always be ready for you. Don’t you have the desire too?”
“Yes, I want it too but ….,” she hesitated to go on.
This was all I needed to hear. The time for words were over. I started kissing her again. Our lips ground together as passion took control of her too. While continuing to kiss I tried lifting up her housecoat. She didn’t resist, in fact she broke off the kiss to help me take it off her body. She had no inner garments on and she fully naked in front of me once more. As she unbuttoned my shirt I undid my pants. Soon my clothes were strewn on top of her housecoat on the floor. That we were both aroused showed by our erections …. her nipples and my cock. We kissed again as she held my cock with her palms underneath the rod as she fingers slid on the skin inside out. I made her lie down on the bed again, the same place where we had mated so eagerly not even half an hour ago. My face was in between her open thighs as I sucked on her cunt lips. Even though she had washed her pussy there was the faint smell of our earlier coupling. As I licked and sucked on her pussy she pressed my head down forcefully as she softly moaned out her pleasure. As sexual tension built up inside of her she locked my head with her thighs.
“Ohh Vikram … lick me darling… oh .. oh .. oh…,” she started mumbling her words slowly becoming incoherent.
I liked how her love bud had pushed out from it’s hood. Every time the tip of my tongue would press against it she would shiver and when I slurped it in she would moan. Two of my fingers were effortlessly sliding in and out of her hole now. These experiences were new and wonderful for her and I didn’t want her to ever forget it. After about ten minutes of this I knew she was about to explode by the way she would crunch her stomach and lift up her buttocks. But I just wanted to get her ready before I shoved my cock into her cheating cunt. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock hard and ready for her pussy. But she had other ideas. She went down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. She was the first woman who seemed to like the taste of my manhood so much she wanted to suck it again and again. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked at me puzzled. I took hold of her gold chain and wound it around my cock.
“Hey don’t do that. This is sacred,” she said.
She tried to pull it off my cock but I held her hand and prevented her from doing so. When she had given me her vagina what is sacred about it anymore. “No, I want you to suck my cock with it around my shaft. You belong to me now.”
She hesitated for a few moments then started sucking my cock again. I held her head and mouth fucked her. I made her sit up in a minute or so. I was more interested in fucking her while her husband was in the same room. She sat on top of my thighs facing away as my cock slid in once again into her hungry vagina. She moved her body up and down as she rode my cock in reverse cowgirl style. I grabbed her jiggling tits and squeezed it as she jumped on my hard rod. She held on to the edge of the bed for balance as moved faster. This caused the bed to rock slightly. It was like she was doing dual duty. Rocking her sleeping child and pleasuring her lover. My cock was long enough for us to fuck in this way in comfort. It would not have been possible for Mohan, with his shorter penis, to easily have sex with his wife in this style. For the first time in my life I was fucking a woman with both her husband and son sleeping in the room. I reached around and started rubbing her clit and Bavani started moaning a bit more loudly.
“Ang… ang … ang… god ..god… god…”
Bavani, softer, people may hear.”
“Idiot you are doing this to me and want me to control?”
I laughed softly as she continued to moved up and down on my lap. There was one way to supress her moans. I took my fingers off her cunt. It was coated with her own pussy juice. I put my fingers into her mouth and she sucked on my fingers without hesitation as she continued to ride me. I now let go of tit and started rubbing her clit while she sucked on the fingers of my other hand. That was it, she soon shuddering in another orgasm. My only fear was she would bite hard on my fingers because of the pleasure that was gushing through her body. I let her enjoy the orgasm till she relaxed once more. Turning to me she sat on my knees and pulled my face to hers as she gratefully kissed me.
“Thank you darling, that was out of this world,” she said still breathing hard from her exertions.
I got up and we hugged each other tightly while we shared a deep kiss as only two very aroused lovers could. I looked at her husband lying there not knowing I had just fucked his wife for the third time this night. What a drunk fool he was. Then a very lewd idea came to me.
I kissed Bavani once more before telling her,” look we are being very unfair to your husband.”
“You rascal, you had been trying to seduce me this whole day and now after fucking me you are trying to make me feel bad.”
“No Bavani, hear me out. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Then what? She asked me.
“We both are enjoying ourselves but the poor guy is not getting anything.”
“So?” she asked me.
“Let’s bring him in too, let’s have a threesome with him.”
“What?” She almost shouted out loudly not being able to believe her ears. “Have you gone mad?”
I was not crazy I knew what I planned to do.
Husband
I’ve got overly high now. I should have left after the three rounds as I had planned. The mistake I made was being persuaded to sit down again. After that I lost time of how long I was here. I shouldn’t have struggled and finished that last three rounds. But they insisted saying we all don’t have to anywhere and that we are all going to sleep here. Now my sight was blurring and I was finding it difficult to even walk. It was shanker who helped me to get back to my room.
“Come I’ll take you back to your room. I hope Bavani doesn’t scold me for making you drink so much,” he said with a laughter.
Shanker was one person who could hold his drinks well. No matter how much he drinks he always seems to be steady. With Shanker’s help I somehow stumbled back to my room. The door of the room was not locked or latched and we didn’t have to call out to Bavani or knock on the door.
“Poor Bavani, she must have been very tired and slept. The ladies had a lot of work in getting everything prepared,” Shanker said in sympathy.
I looked at the Bed. Bavani was sleeping with her back to us. I was so drunk that all this was blur to my eyes.
“Look Mohan, there’s a mat and pillow there. Why don’t you open it and sleep on the floor, no need to disturb Bavani, she must be very tired,” Shanker said.
I felt what he proposed was right. He helped me to put the mat on the floor and adjusted the pillow for me. After he had left I lay down on the mat and tried to sleep. When I closed my eyes, everything started spinning faster and faster. I felt like I was going to vomit. I immediately opened my eyes and the vomiting sensation subsided. If I were to vomit here it would be so embarrassing. Not only that Bavani would scold me terribly. Now I cursed myself for drinking so much. How stupid I was. Shouldn’t I know my limit. Not being able to sleep because my head would start spinning I rolled this side and that side trying to somehow fall asleep. I was also sweating profusely because of the drinks I had. The fan on the ceiling was not adequate to ease the heat on my body. The room smelled of sweat. Oh my god I must be sweating so badly I could even smell it. My struggle to sleep continued with the feeling of wanting to vomit every time I closed my eyes. I even contemplated going to the bathroom and vomiting but decided against it. The sound of my retching would wake Bavani up and maybe even the people sleeping in the hall. At the same time my eyelids were getting heavy as the drinks made me want to sleep. I don’t know how long my struggle had lasted because I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep. My drunken stupor was disturbed by a very bad dream. While I lay there Vikram and Bavani who were completely naked were tightly embracing each other while their lips were stuck together in a passionate kiss. They were standing right in front of me not bothering if I saw them.
“Let her go you bastard … Bavani push him away,” I shouted but they both ignored me continued to kiss ardently.
Worse than that was Vikram looked at me and smiled contemptuously. He raised one her hands kissed it and then placed it on his cock. My wife too without any shame or hesitation grabbed it in her fingers and started shagging him. She looked at the cock in her fingers and then looked at my face and smiled with disdain as if to show me how much she liked his sex tool. I looked at Vikram’s cock, it was very big and thick and I felt my heart sink. I felt so inferior on seeing Vikram’s cock’s size. How can I compete with that? Bavani’s look seems to say when I have something this big in my hand why would I want you. Next I tried to get up and forcibly separate them but I couldn’t move my hands or legs, it was as if they had been tied down.
Next Vikram spoke to my wife,” Get down on your hands and knees, I’m going to fuck you.”
This was not a request from him it was a command. Even I had never demanded her to do anything when I had sex with her. I expected her to react angrily to the tone he used but she just meekly did what he asked. He went on his knees behind her then holding her hips he started to fuck her.
“No .. No… stop,” I shouted but either they didn’t hear me or they weren’t bothered about me. Why even I couldn’t hear my own voice. They continued to fuck while I helplessly pleaded with them to stop.
My wife smiled at me wickedly. “He’s so good … so big .. sss.., you go back to sleep, don’t disturb us.” She told me.
Her breasts were dangling in front of her body swaying along with her body. What was cruel was the chain that symbolised she was married to me was also swaying in front as if it was mocking me.
He
I was going to where I left my friends drinking. I was very happy at this moment. There was still a little after orgasm cum leaking onto my boxers. My cock had had a wonderful feast. The sex had been even more delightful than I had expected it would be. What a body, what ardour, what a pussy … what a woman. Who said beautiful women would be too conceited to be a good fuck? The thinking was that they would feel that since the man is getting someone as beautiful as them the man should be thankful for that and they don’t have to do anything. But Bavani proved all that was nonsense. The way she clung on to his body, the way she reacted and responded to his touches, everything was superb. Even in that difficult situation of having sex while there was a fear of discovery she enjoyed the sex and also gave him so much pleasure. It looks like she needed good sex as much as I needed to seduce and enjoy her voluptuous body. That was clear in the way she gratefully rained kisses on my face after she had orgasmed. She probably didn’t have a wholly satisfying sex life through her husband. Her need must have been slowly gnawing at her over the years. Ina sense I had been lucky. Probably she was at a stage where her frustrations had grown to a level where she was vulnerable to seduction. If say this had happened about two or three years ago she may not be at a stage where she was ready to cheat. Also, the way she sucked my cock … that was surprising. Even a prostitute wanting to please her customer so as to get a bigger tip would not have been able to give as good a blowjob. But the tightness and heat of her pussy, the clutching of my body in the throes of passion were all those of a sexually starved married woman enjoying real bliss for the first time. Everything was wonderful except for one thing. I missed the loud erotic moaning and whimpering of a woman enjoying rapturous sex. Those shrieks of pleasure would have made my own enjoyment greater. This was not going to be the end but only the beginning.
She must be able to freely express her desires and pleasure she was in. “Fuck me darling …. Shove your big cock inside my cunt… Arrrgghhh … fuck me like a bitch … I’m in heaven darling..” How I long to hear her scream out words like this as my cock pummels the depths of her pleasure hole.
With these thoughts running in my mind I went to where I left my friends. There was no one there. The table had been cleared. There were no bottles or glasses left. They had two bottles of alcohol how could they have finished it so fast even though there were seven of them. I must have been away less than an hour ago. I looked at where Mohan and his gang were sitting. I saw a man help Mohan walk back to his room just at that moment. The way Mohan was wobbling as he walked indicated that he was very drunk. I looked at my watch … good god I had been away for almost an hour and a half. Had I been having sex for so long with Bavani. I was enjoying the pleasure so much I had lost track of time. I remembered that we had been kissing and pawing each other as we lay together in one another’s arms as we basked in the warm glow of after sex. Even then I had taken so long. I kissed Bavani goodbye after dressing up while she put back her clothes on. Thinking of Bavani reminded me of how her erotic she looked with her tousled hair and her face reflecting that of a woman who had just engaged in satisfying sex. That made my cock stir again. I just don’t seem to get enough of her. I went to the large room allotted to the friends of the bride’s brother. All of them were knocked out sleeping in whichever space they could find. There was one small place for me to lie down. I lay there for a while but unable to sleep. My mind was still occupied by the intense lovemaking with Bavani. I suddenly made up my mind and quietly left my sleeping friends behind and left the room.
I went to the room where Bavani and her husband were sleeping and peeked into the room through the window. Her husband was not on the bed with her, rather he was sleeping on a mat on the floor. I saw his face, his mouth drooling slightly as he lay there fully drunk. It looks like he won’t be able to get up anytime soon. Shall I call to Bavani to come here? I could ask her to open the door for me. No, that won’t work. She would probably refuse saying her husband was there. I saw her husband get back to the room later with the help of a friend. There was an off chance that the friend would have left Mohan in the room and have quietly closed the door and left. In that case the door may not be locked. Let me try my luck. I slowly sneaked my way to her door and tried to open it without making any sound. Today continued to be my lucky day. It opened as I twisted the handle and pushed. As I slowly closed the door again there was a very slight sound. Bavani turned around to see. Seeing me there she got up and sat on the bed in shock. Before she could say anything I quickly walked to her. She too quickly got up from the bed.
“Vikram go away … what are you doing here? My husband is here.”
I ignored what she said and quickly hugged her. I whispered into her ears,” Look at your husband he’s completely knocked out drunk. Even if thunder breaks here he won’t wake up.”
She looked at her husband’s condition and knew what I said was right. “Even then I’m scared, not now Vikram please.”
My hand was rubbing her breast as I kissed her on her neck. “I can’t sleep Bavani, I keep thinking of you.” As I said this I pulled her in closer to me rubbing my body against hers.
“I was thinking of you too but this is risky, he may get up.”
By this time, I had the front zip of her housecoat down and was kissing the top of her mound. “Don’t worry he won’t get up, not in the condition he is in”
“Okay then just five minutes then you go,” she said as she held my head up in her two palms. This was what I wanted .. I kissed her passion as she kissed me back. I pulled one of her breasts outside and sucked on her nipple. It instantly became erect in my mouth. She started moaning softly.
“I’m so hot Bavani, I want you again … now.”
“What? Again? We just finished and you are ready again? It’s too risky darling,” she said but her resolve was weakening.
“Bavani my beautiful queen. I need you so much I’ll always be ready for you. Don’t you have the desire too?”
“Yes, I want it too but ….,” she hesitated to go on.
This was all I needed to hear. The time for words were over. I started kissing her again. Our lips ground together as passion took control of her too. While continuing to kiss I tried lifting up her housecoat. She didn’t resist, in fact she broke off the kiss to help me take it off her body. She had no inner garments on and she fully naked in front of me once more. As she unbuttoned my shirt I undid my pants. Soon my clothes were strewn on top of her housecoat on the floor. That we were both aroused showed by our erections …. her nipples and my cock. We kissed again as she held my cock with her palms underneath the rod as she fingers slid on the skin inside out. I made her lie down on the bed again, the same place where we had mated so eagerly not even half an hour ago. My face was in between her open thighs as I sucked on her cunt lips. Even though she had washed her pussy there was the faint smell of our earlier coupling. As I licked and sucked on her pussy she pressed my head down forcefully as she softly moaned out her pleasure. As sexual tension built up inside of her she locked my head with her thighs.
“Ohh Vikram … lick me darling… oh .. oh .. oh…,” she started mumbling her words slowly becoming incoherent.
I liked how her love bud had pushed out from it’s hood. Every time the tip of my tongue would press against it she would shiver and when I slurped it in she would moan. Two of my fingers were effortlessly sliding in and out of her hole now. These experiences were new and wonderful for her and I didn’t want her to ever forget it. After about ten minutes of this I knew she was about to explode by the way she would crunch her stomach and lift up her buttocks. But I just wanted to get her ready before I shoved my cock into her cheating cunt. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock hard and ready for her pussy. But she had other ideas. She went down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. She was the first woman who seemed to like the taste of my manhood so much she wanted to suck it again and again. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked at me puzzled. I took hold of her gold chain and wound it around my cock.
“Hey don’t do that. This is sacred,” she said.
She tried to pull it off my cock but I held her hand and prevented her from doing so. When she had given me her vagina what is sacred about it anymore. “No, I want you to suck my cock with it around my shaft. You belong to me now.”
She hesitated for a few moments then started sucking my cock again. I held her head and mouth fucked her. I made her sit up in a minute or so. I was more interested in fucking her while her husband was in the same room. She sat on top of my thighs facing away as my cock slid in once again into her hungry vagina. She moved her body up and down as she rode my cock in reverse cowgirl style. I grabbed her jiggling tits and squeezed it as she jumped on my hard rod. She held on to the edge of the bed for balance as moved faster. This caused the bed to rock slightly. It was like she was doing dual duty. Rocking her sleeping child and pleasuring her lover. My cock was long enough for us to fuck in this way in comfort. It would not have been possible for Mohan, with his shorter penis, to easily have sex with his wife in this style. For the first time in my life I was fucking a woman with both her husband and son sleeping in the room. I reached around and started rubbing her clit and Bavani started moaning a bit more loudly.
“Ang… ang … ang… god ..god… god…”
Bavani, softer, people may hear.”
“Idiot you are doing this to me and want me to control?”
I laughed softly as she continued to moved up and down on my lap. There was one way to supress her moans. I took my fingers off her cunt. It was coated with her own pussy juice. I put my fingers into her mouth and she sucked on my fingers without hesitation as she continued to ride me. I now let go of tit and started rubbing her clit while she sucked on the fingers of my other hand. That was it, she soon shuddering in another orgasm. My only fear was she would bite hard on my fingers because of the pleasure that was gushing through her body. I let her enjoy the orgasm till she relaxed once more. Turning to me she sat on my knees and pulled my face to hers as she gratefully kissed me.
“Thank you darling, that was out of this world,” she said still breathing hard from her exertions.
I got up and we hugged each other tightly while we shared a deep kiss as only two very aroused lovers could. I looked at her husband lying there not knowing I had just fucked his wife for the third time this night. What a drunk fool he was. Then a very lewd idea came to me.
I kissed Bavani once more before telling her,” look we are being very unfair to your husband.”
“You rascal, you had been trying to seduce me this whole day and now after fucking me you are trying to make me feel bad.”
“No Bavani, hear me out. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Then what? She asked me.
“We both are enjoying ourselves but the poor guy is not getting anything.”
“So?” she asked me.
“Let’s bring him in too, let’s have a threesome with him.”
“What?” She almost shouted out loudly not being able to believe her ears. “Have you gone mad?”
I was not crazy I knew what I planned to do.
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