Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

[Santhosh Stanley]

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Smrithi

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Payal

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Sonam

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Rahul reflected on what the young girl Payal might be doing upstairs. Her ghagra choli had been incredibly sexy. Her bare back and the well supported breasts had all the guys chasing to douse her in water and touch her on the pretext of smearing color powder on her. And now she was probably untying those knots and slipping out of the ghagra. She would be equally appetizing in the white kurta (loose long shirt), because the material was not quite opaque and her undergarments would be well outlined. And as soon as the water was splashed on her nothing would be left to imagination.  

His cock twitched as he toyed with the idea of taking this new young willing girl between a change of clothes. 



Meanwhile Smrithi escaped from Sameer bhayya and came into the room where Payal is also hiding after being noticed by the young smart boy from USA.  Payal with  her bodice hanging loose on her shoulders, the breasts exposed completely. She had to take care of being discreet especially as new feelings were surging in her and it was clear to her that neither of them was in any condition to walk away.  As she watched her mother-in-law (that’s what we call sister of father) shut the window and move to the door, Payal undid the cord of her ghagra and allowed the skirt to slip off her shapely hip to the floor around her feet. The garment now circled her and she stood in the middle completely nude, the stained and streaked pubic hair, the lines of now drying fluids running down her thighs absolutely clearly visible.  

She looked at her mother-in-law's body with a new perspective. The older woman had sagging flesh but a well rounded bottom. Her breasts were large and sagging under their own enormous weight but were warm and inviting to her. Smrithi turned around after she had bolted the door and leaned back on the wood, her body sagging with the weight of lust. Her odhni (sash of cloth used to cover the upper body and blouse) was trailing on the floor, her blouse was open her ghagra was still tethered around her waist. Her hand reached between her legs as she felt the surge of heat there and rubbed herself.  Payal instinctively knew it was up to her to satiate the older woman. She might have been older but her experiences were limited. 

Payal is still virgin but her father-in-law (Amar) had taken her in every possible way and some of the encounters were a revelation to her. The man had uncovered desires in her which she herself did not know existed. He then proceeded to mark her as his own by satiating her in ways she herself did not even know of. 



And one of those was the dramatic way in which he had lapped at her pussy. Payal's raging loins wanted filling, the pulsating cock of a man. She could well imagine her mother-in-law, now with her fingers searching her own pussy, needing the same. But she knew there was only one way for one woman to satiate another. She moved towards Smrithi and kneeled in front of her.  She kissed her stomach. Smrithi put her hand on Payal's head. Her own head was thrown back as the softness of Payal's face on her stomach thrilled her. The younger girl slid her hands under Smrithi's skirt and cupped her ass. 

She quickly lifted the skirt over her own head and was now inside the folds of her skirt, in the folds of flesh.  It seemed wholly appropriate to cover herself and hide within those skirts, a sanctuary of lust and loving attention, a sanctuary from the meaningless demands of the world outside. 



She lifted the folds of Smrithi's paunch as her mouth searched for the pussy. She tongued and kissed all the flesh she could find; stomach, underbelly, thighs, insides of the thigh and the hairy crotch itself. Smrithi frantically reached for Payal; she needed to grip her, hold her, touch her and maul her tits. The skirt was in the way. She quickly undid the cord and the waist of the skirt loosened and Payal's head appeared. 

As Smrithi's knees buckled under the sexual onslaught, she slid lower, her legs spread obscenely. She clutched at Payal's slender shoulders and tried to reach under to grab the breast. She could touch the slopes of her breasts but not pull up the mass to find the nipples which she so desperately wanted to suckle at that moment.



In the meanwhile, Payal was greatly assisted by the spreading of the legs. The acrid odor of the cunt hit her and Payal held her breath as she lapped at the pussy. She knew the acid smells would give way to the aromas of nectar if she just persisted. There was a tangle of pubic hair in her mother-in-law's pussy and wisps and strands of hair came away in her lips. 

Payal kept clearing her lips of the strands and soon came upon a wet smear. She pointed out her tongue and dipped in, past the forest of hair towards the smear. Smrithi reached down and held herself apart with both hands to help her daughter-in-law in the quest for her cunt.  

She bit her lip and gasped in wonder at Payal's adventurous assault. Yes, the girl had to be right! Her pussy was now throbbing and she wanted the fullness of a man. Yet somehow this tonguing seemed to make her feel better. The vacantness between her legs seemed to expand with every lick and she wondered how to fill herself. The paradox of having a woman between her legs making her pussylips unfold and expand, and the need for a hot pillar of flesh to fill that vacantness was maddening.  And so, when Payal's unexpected two-finger stab into her cunt hit her, it was so well timed that Smrithi groaned loudly with a " Yes, my dear !!” ,  She goaded the girl on, her hips thrusting, and the door behind her creaking with the fucking motion of her hips.



Payal's fingers had found the target and released the flood gates. Using her fingers as a guide she followed with her tongue to search out that spot which Thakur had found on her. She would find it and mercilessly tongue it the way Thakur had tongued her. If she found that satiating so too would the Smrithi would be satiated, she thought to herself.  And then her own pussy twitched and her mind wandered to the huge orgasm and waves of convulsing that Sameer uncle had triggered in her.   She had found it necessary to provoke Sameer chacha, one night, to seat herself on his face and rub her pussy up and down on his lips to teach him the art of eating her. His head was an instrument with her that night and she ground her clit on him, urging his tongue to stay prone till she had gushed down on his face in a massive meltdown.  Ever since chacha had sucked an orgasm out of her, she had taken to trimming her pubic hair and her pussy was now more like a turf so she could have both men access her cunt easily with their lips and tongue.

She wanted that mind numbing orgasm, more and more.  Such is the nature of lust and pleasure; once uncorked, you must have it; again and again. And she was about to uncork it in her mother-in-law just now; she was determined to. The sequence of events was odd. She had triggered a new adventurism in her father-in-law. The sexual lessons from those encounters were now being carried by her to his wife, her mother-in-law. In some ways she had become a bridge between the man and his wife.  These thoughts ran through her while Payal continued with the mechanics of drawing the response from Smrithi but only till the other woman actually responded.

The response came when the tongue tip had dealt with the forest of hair and actually found the lips of her waiting, throbbing pussy; Smrithi sobbed. This was the pleasure which had eluded her so long! The tongue then traced the contour of her lips finding the top. Then began the focused thrashing, a provocative call to Smrithi's body to reveal the clitoris. The fingers which fucked in rhythm were by this time squelching with the juices pouring out of her.  "O ma! Oh. Ah! my Payal, my kid,   haaaaaaaaai!" sobbed Smrithi, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realised that she was climbing into a new zone of sexual liberation and release.  She collapsed to the floor and quickly stretched herself out, knees akimbo and legs apart. One hand was on her own breast, twisting, teasing and kneading herself. The other hand on Payal's head, stroking, caressing and goading her on. 



Her head flailed, her breathing was raspy and every now and then she raised her hips offering herself to the girl's lips and head, thumping back with a groan as the girl took the offering in its fullness.  The sounds coming from that room were unmistakable to Rahul who found his own lusty desires thwarted by the door which he had seen his mother shutting and bolting. Who was with his mother while she was engaged in obvious sexual activity, when he had just seen his father downstairs?  Rahul's puzzlement only grew as he heard sounds of scuffling and movement combined with groans and sighs as he put his ear to the door. As he focused on the sounds coming from within, he realised it was not only his curiosity that was aroused.  

Payal in the meantime was spread on the floor, her bare body on the cold tiles, her breasts mashed against the floor, her ass jutting up as she buried her head in Smrithi's crotch. She tongued and lapped the woman ceaselessly, her fingers fucking her energetically. The noises from her efforts were loud, and wet. Sounds of slurping, licking and gobbling filled the air.  As Smrithi melted in the assault, a huge wave started to build up in her. She needed to grip something to break through to the orgasm waiting on the other side. There was a restraint, an unreasonable holding back. Something had to give way inside her for her to reach that peak. She felt she would lose control of her bodily functions if she did not direct that energy. Her pussy felt like she might pee. That would break this dizzying bout of pleasure which she did not want interrupted.  

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Sonam

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-20-

If she has to stay in the mansion Sofia should act like Sameer’s daughter in law. This is very clear instruction which Sofia accepted before landing in India. Being born to Indian originated cost rican family, she has half Indian blood flowing in her body.

After fun filled holi, next day morning its Sofia’s turn to take care of Sameer’s massage in the backyard.

“Take this oil," said Sofia to her father-in-law, shyly, her head down.  She had watched him pace around the vast ,comfortable mansion all morning. It was Sunday and she knew why he was restless. It was not because she kept avoiding being alone with him. Yes she did that, but she didn't notice any specific discomfort or efforts on his part.  

She knew how her real father in law Amar would behave. Sameer uncle looked same.  She still remembers.. she stayed away from Amar ever since that shocking day when he showed up at her workplace in the city. He had taken her to his hotel room and plundered her, holding her against the wall and fucking her like a beast. And then unrelenting when he mistakenly took her ass, he had fucked her raw there too. 


He was furious that she loved his son and offered her virginity to his son first instead of him !!!   It had been made more complicated by the incessant phoning of her boy friend while she was being fucked by his father. The danger that he might arrive before they finished had made her stomach churn but it had immensely heightened her pleasure.  Not that it needed any heightening.

Like her father in law , this e man was large and well hung and she small and sylph-like trying to cope with a log of a cock. Sameer, her father-in-law, was powerful in his loins, in his hands and in the way he took her. She always felt ragged, used, pleasured and plundered. The satisfaction was immense and it further reduced her need for her own boy friend  whose sexual prowess was weak at best. Slender cock and an early finish were part of his script and when she was taken by the father her needs seemed met for a lifetime.  It was only a month since that wonderful pounding. Even though she had been reluctant she enjoyed every bit. Part of her reluctance came from her unwillingness to make this a long term relationship with a pattern. It was fraught with danger of her boy friend finding out.

Already her mother-in-law had come to know and had been manageable only because Smrithi succumbed to her own lust with Sofia.  The other part of her reluctance came from her need to maintain the decorum, even with a man who had seen her nude and splayed open and she had taken in.   Having married into that family (that’s what she has tom feel while in this mansion) she felt the need to exercise restraint and be a dutiful, devoted and submissive, shy  daughter-in-law.  The demure and shy side of her was in sharp contrast to the vivacious, spontaneous girl she really was. But that was how it was in traditional India. You had to be different at home and you could pretty much be what you wanted in your professional and social life of the city.  

She knew her babuji (the traditional way of addressing one's father-in-law, which equated him to 'father') very well. She knew every muscle, every touch, and every nuance of his wondrous, monstrous cock. She also knew every nuance of how he liked to be treated which is why she behaved differently as a bahu and very differently when he feasted on her young, lithe body.  The man was lord and master of all he surveyed in his village. If he had been there today, he would have been given an oil massage by one the village belles that worked in his mansion. He may have felt aroused at thoughts of his young, nubile daughter-in-law faraway in the city and had the village woman masturbate him. Or fuck her while fantasizing of his son's wife. Or just allowed himself the arousal and felt good about the blood coursing through his veins in manly fashion.  



He was missing that and pacing around the mansion. At the moment she offered him the warm oil in the earthen dish Sameer had his back to her, standing on the balcony of their high-rise mansion, gazing at the view it offered.  He turned around to look at his bahu. She was in her nightgown, revealing nothing. Her hair was drawn back tight and her face was clear. He wondered where his son was. The young man had fucked his wife on yesterday night. He had had a drink and taken her forcefully to his room unmindful of the obviousness to the father. He had heard the guy scream out his orgasm in remarkably quick time. It left him wondering if his son was pleasuring this girl adequately.  Secretly, it pleased him if that was true. He loved the idea of being her best fuck.

The thought had caused an erection and like every night and morning these last four days, he masturbated, imagining his bahu sitting on his lap, his cock lanced up into her small cunt.  "Where is Rahul?" asked Sameer of his daughter-in-law. He could take the oil or he could ask her to apply it for him. But first he needed to know where his son was.  "I sent him out on work. He will come after a while" replied Sofia, her chest and cheeks flushed red and she felt the roots of her hair burning.     Every day Sameer had missed no opportunity of touching her on seemingly innocent occasions.



Rahul's wild and inadequate fucking the previous night had turned her thoughts towards her babuji who was just next door.  When Rahul had collapsed after the short fuck, she felt aroused but unfulfilled. Her mind wandered to her Babuji who lay asleep next door. He knew he lusted her on a permanent basis and could be available to her to satiate her provoked needs. She had crept out to find babuji. She heard him groan loudly as she peered through the door. He was masturbating and she was embarrassed to stop him.  

She watched as he vigorously fisted himself and was fascinated at the dimensions of the father's cock and wondered how the son could be so slender in comparison. Then she realised this thick monster had been shoved up her anus just the other day by her father-in-law. Her already aroused state got wilder and she decided the readily available cock must be put to better use. Just then Sameer gasped loudly, and she watched as his fist flooded over with white gobs of semen. "Semen that belongs to me!" she had thought.

Sameer confirmed that thought by groaning out her name, "Sofia beti!" (Sofia, my girl!).  She didn't enter. She could have. Her babuji was man enough to fuck her right after cumming. But she knew it would be a longer fuck since he had just cum. Sofia knew from Sonam’s lovemaking record with Sameer that her babuji always fucked her to a point of sexual exhaustion. She did not have the guts to take him on when he had just come. It would be long. She could become sore. And Rahul was at home and might want to fuck her at any time. She didn't want to be so sore that she would have to disappoint her dear husband. It was then that she decided to postpone her pleasure to a more manageable encounter with Sameer next morning.  " Will you apply the oil?" asked Sameer, his eyes penetrating through to the depth of her being.

She nodded to him a yes, her throat choking with excitement. This is what she had wanted -- a long luxurious length of time with him rather than the furtiveness when Rahul was in the house.  She tossed a mat out to the balcony so that the oil wouldn't stain the carpet . Sameer stripped his kurta and raised his hands over his head to throw it off. Sofia admired the rippling muscles on her father-in-law's back and hoped she would be able to caress and cling on to him. She had tossed and turned all night in bed wanting this man. After that evening under the mango tree in Sameer's backyard, this morning seemed to be the day her desire was unrestrained.  

Unexpectedly, Sameer stripped off his dhoti and sat down wearing only his loin cloth. It barely concealed his full blooded cock. Sofia stepped forward, hesitating only because her father-in-law was very minimally clothed. What if they were spotted? Then she decided that since she couldn't see anyone from her balcony, she too would be not visible to others.  She moved close to Sameer, standing in front of him. She tipped the bowl of oil and let the warm fluid drip onto Sameer's head. And then she moved the stream of oil onto his chest. She stopped pouring the oil and waited for the it flow and cover him.

Sameer inhaled her scents and luxuriated in the flowing oil.  The aroma of his favourite girl made his erection swell to its fullest. The loin cloth restrained him and soaked the flow from his cock. Sameer's strong hands gripped Sofia's ankles. She was still in her night gown. He slid his hands up, caressing her thighs and cupping her ass. He kneaded her ass causing a mild flow in her cunt.  Sofia massaged her head, rubbing the oil in. The large rough hands moved towards the front of her body, inside the all-covering gown. The fact that his hands were playing on her body within the gown led her to believe they would remain unnoticed.

His hands grabbed at her breasts, thumb on nipples and palms cupping the mass of her tits. Sofia shuddered and her body hunched over Sameer's head, holding him to her.  "Babuji," whispered Sofia weak with desire.  "Hmm?" asked Sameer, burying his face in her crotch. She spread her legs and allowed him to nuzzle her freely. She was wearing nothing below, like those village belles who attended on him in the mansion.  "Babuji, wont you mouth me?" she pleaded.

Sameer responded by raising her gown, his lips desperately seeking bare flesh. Sofia now felt that the railing of the balcony was higher than her hip level so anything that Sameer might do with his lips on her pussy wouldn't be spotted. She spread her legs further as she felt the cool morning breeze caress her ass and her thighs.  Sameer immediately lipped the cunt, tonguing his bahu. She hunched over him, rubbing the oil into his back, the balls of her thumb working his muscles. Soon enough, she found it convenient to put one leg over his shoulder and place her cunt on his mouth. Sameer tongued her vigorously, lapping at the cunt. His hands clutched her ass holding her pussy in place where he could feed on her totally.  

Sofia held on to the balcony railing and pressed herself to her babuji's lips, grinding herself into him. She raised herself, giving him the space he needed to tongue her. Then she ground herself down, using his chin, his nose, his mouth as props for her own pleasure. Sameer's hands were clutching her ass and he allowed his fingers to stray, exploring the edges of her anus which he had invaded with his cock just the other day.  It caused Sofia's sphincter to lose control and she convulsed in an open gush of pleasure. When she came she violently shuddered into his face, creaming his large handlebar mustache.

It was soon soaked would be crusty as it dried on him. Tears ran down Sofia's cheeks at the immense release she felt with her babuji's sexual feasting.  Drained by the release, she slumped on his head. As Sameer slowly chewed on her pussy lips she realized he was still to be taken care of. She removed her leg from around his shoulder and knelt in front of him. Sameer reached forward and held her breasts through the fabric of her gown. It was as if he way toying with her, playfully stroking and touching her.  But she was at serious work. She pulled his loincloth loose, allowing the member within to swell in all its glory. She picked up the oil bowl and from a height over the cockhead she let a stream of oil drop on the head.



As it hit its target Sameer felt the heavy drops drumming his head. It was an incessant rhythmic beat which caused his cock to jerk and throb.  It soaked his entire cock and it gleamed gloriously. Sofia reached out with both her hands to work the oil into the trunk of flesh. Her small hands could each barely gather all of his bulk. She ran her fingers up and down the trunk. The oil sank into his skin and fluid leaked from his cockhead. She took that too in her fingers and worked it into the cock.  As she pulled the foreskin back the head swelled up to new proportions and Sameer groaned. She knelt forward lovingly, watching the beautiful cock.

She could spend hours stroking and loving him. She kissed the head and with both hands she caught the cock in her hands. She wondered as ever about how large he was and how small her hands seemed. She stroked him gently at first. And then harder. And harder and harder, till he felt his cock ready to explode.  Groaning loudly and throwing his head back he pulled her hands off him. Instead he caught her head and shoved her down on his cock. Sofia stretched her mouth as wide open as possible knowing that he was massively large, be it her hand, her mouth or her cunt. 



Her mouth was invaded by the cock and the odor of oil, his skin and his fluids was odious. Sofia gagged but Sameer held her down powerfully. Her hands were now on his waist as she supported her body. She brought one hand to the base of his cock. She clenched at has cock moving her head backward off his cock.  Sofia rose and seated herself on his lap. She wiggled forward. Reaching down between them she caught his cock and guided it as far as her lips. Then, leaning back she thrust her hips hard. The cock splayed the cunt wide open and Sofia wailed with a loud shout of "Babuji, take me!



She spread her legs wider still opening out her cunt as far as possible to take in the invading monster. Sameer clutched her ass and pulled her in on top of himself. Soon her coarse pubic hair touched his groin. She had sunk down fully on him and his cock was deep where it belonged, in her womb.  She relished this! The fullness! How snug he was inside her!  She locked her legs behind his back and strapped her hands around him. She thrust her hips forward and back pleasuring herself on the cock embedded in her. Her nails dug into his back, drawing red lines of passion.  Both of them grunted and moaned as the fucking grew in intensity. The noises they were making were loud and Sofia had long lost sense of their location.

And while she had considered the height of her floor and the railings she had not factored in Smrithi aunty next door.  Smrithi was the 40-something MILF who had been watching and sometimes listening to the romantic antics of her son  Rahul and Sofia next door.  She often talked to her husband about it and occasionally the elder couple enjoyed a spurt in their own sexual vitality.  As she sipped her late morning tea she smiled at the sounds from the balcony next door. They were at it again, but with a difference, she thought to herself. Today, Sofia was also to be heard. Normally it was only thumping and the male sounds. Or perhaps Sofia's voice was not heard on other days. Today seemed to be quieter. And certainly the sounds seemed to be coming from a closer location.  

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