Adultery Mansion (Completed)

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-22-



The young girl Sofia had been wrapped around him and was fluttering like a rag in a storm; she had taken in Sameer's not inconsiderably large cock and her stomach, womb and countless other internal organs were aflame.  The precise moment when they were spotted, the passions were incredibly high and stopping was not an option. They stumbled indoors and the fuck-fest continued on the drawing room rug.  But over the intensity of their physical intercourse, Sofia had cried for the possible loss of both Sameer (her father-in-law) and Rahul (her husband), if Smrithi aunty next door were to tell Rahul of her sighting the old man pounding his attractive, svelte bahu.

Wild with lust, Sameer had continued to slide in and out of her lips and later her pussy, promising to control events in due course. Actually, at the moment of making the promise he had no clue on how he might do it. But he just needed the girl to go on and on.  Her inherent sauciness had matured beautifully at his sexual coaching and she was now an expert sexual partner. He luxuriated in her attentions and nothing could come in the way of his primeval burst. He felt a special strength in the surge of his cum when he was with her. Promises, not necessarily false, egged her on. No less in the grip of lust, Sofia too took her complete pleasure.  It took Sofia this realization of the threat of loss to submit herself completely to her babuji.

She explicitly told him that she lusted his seriously large, animal cock, taking care to make a distinction between her lust for him and her love for her husband i.e. his son.  Sameer was comfortable with that idea. After all, early on both he and Sofia recognized, implicitly or explicitly, that the only way to keep getting each other was under the cloak of legitimacy offered by her married status in that very household. Subsequently, Sofia was torn between guilt and lust and tried to cure herself of the lust for that all conquering cock. But Sameer never let her be.  Time and again, the chemistry between them ensured that old flames reignited to the quick.



And where she showed greater determination to stay away from him, he broke all barriers.  On the few occasions he had used force, it merely heightened her own pleasure and she ended up begging to be fucked and treated like a sluttish whore.  From that, to the current situation where she had wept as they fucked, asking for Sameer to protect their relationship was a welcome evolution for Sameer.  But she had asked for, and possibly already gotten something more from her father-in-law that day. He had suggested that she get pregnant so that her position within the household would be secure.

Sofia had asked him to make her pregnant. And he well might have, given that she felt his warmth soaking her womb and then drench the floor beneath.  Satiated, and feeling manly as ever, Sameer had strode out of his son's portion to accost the peeping lady next door. He had his thrown on at a rakish angle. His body was glistening with the oil that he was being massaged with when the sexually charged atmosphere combusted. He was sweaty and glowing from open pores; but equally perhaps due to the glow of a fantastic session with his unbelievably competent bahu.  He was all fuelled up for threatening and bullying the neighbour into submission.

To his mind, as he exited the door, it was just another of the typical sessions of threatening and intimidation that he had carried out for years in his village. It was the bedrock of his dominance of the local economy.  He felt very very different each time he fucked his bahu (daughter-in-law). She made him feel young, youthful and powerful at a completely different level. Sameer was still sexually active with the loosely organised harem around his haveli in the village. So it was not as if he had rediscovered sex in the arms of Sofia. But the energy levels and outcomes were dramatically different with Sofia. That sense of power added to his bounce in the step and more so today when he wanted to intimidate the neighbour Smrithi.  

That lady next door had no business intruding the privacy of his son Rahul's portion. And yet she had, and she had spotted Sameer and Sofia intertwined in a primal embrace, fucking, riding and ravaging one another. It had startled Sofia and later she felt threatened. She had wept that Rahul would come to know from Smrithi and   that would be the end of the intense sex.  And there he was at Smrithi aunty's door, next door. Smrithi and her husband had taken the young couple next door under their wing.   The emptiness in their home was well compensated by Sofia and Rahul's acquaintance and growing friendship.  When she had spotted the gripping fingers on a man's back and the grinding of bodies together through the trellis of her balcony, Smrithi had no clue who it might have been.

Many a time, she had heard the animal sounds of coupling through the walls. That had clearly been Rahul going at his young wife. It was a turn on and though she never discussed it with her own husband, the arousal had brought a new energy to their waning sex life. With increased activity came an increased appetite for all things sexual.  Fittingly, therefore, the first bodily reaction to the sighting was arousal. Smrithi watched in fascination; the real thing overshadowed even the slickest produced soft- or hard-porn movie she had seen. The sounds, the wild clutching, the marks left by fingers on his back - and all this at a very close range.  

As her hands crept into her track pants she realized the man was not Rahul. The woman was definitely the lively Sofia. Who? An affair? The only older man in their building who might have come home had to be the watchman or the milkman. Was her young neighbor likely to indulge herself with someone below her social class?  Rural in their origins, they are strong, muscular and hard working folk, whose families stay behind in the villages. It would be entirely plausible that these sex-starved men are well able to match the needs of the city-dwelling ladies whose men folk are rather eviscerated by the stresses and pollution of city-life.



Smrithi stroked her pussy which had moistened at a quick pace and was lost in the excitement of the moment when she heard father-in-law and daughter-in-law exchanging endearments as they reacted to each other. Shock and confusion reigned in her mind as she considered the implications of her discovery. She felt a sense of responsibility towards Rahul but equally, was unsure if she would merely end up wrecking a home.  Her aching cunt demanded attention and her fingers got busy, stroking from clit downward, plunging in her digits into an increasingly soppy cleft between her legs.

It was then that Sameer caught her eye. She didn't withdraw her hand, betting that he might not be able to see her below the waist. His eyes travelled down her body and she saw him focus on the movements between her legs. She was spotted! She withdrew her hand in embarrassed shock. But if that man had spotted her, she too held a card against him.  When Sofia and Sameer staggered out of sight, fucking all the way as they moved off, Smrithi went indoors too, aching to soothe her burning cunt. Her husband Amar was not home. He had gone off   and he would be a while. She didn't want to tell him about the illicit relationship between their lovely neighbor Sofia whom they treated as one of their own, and her father-in-law, before she herself had sorted her mind out.



But she needed Amar right now to fuck her.  Desperately, she lay down on her reclining chair which was positioned close to the wall her flat shared with Sofia's. She masturbated furiously, closing her eyes, imagining Sofia being fucked while hoping to catch the sounds of the wild coupling. She rolled down her track pants around her ankles and legs spread wide she fucked her self. As her need grew so did her aggression and soon she found herself on the brink of hurting herself as she desperately sought release.  She heard a manly growl and timed her own release to that. Her eyes were closed and she imagined herself in Sofia's place, taking in the older man.

He was even older than Smrithi herself but clearly the younger woman had found immense pleasure in him, age notwithstanding. Immense enough for Sofia to throw caution, tradition and restraint to the winds.  That reality allowed Smrithi to imagine a man who surely must know how to touch a woman in every place she needed it most. She imagined a man who through all those years had learned and discovered all there was about pleasure. And now a man who was sharing his experience by giving a young, inexperienced woman all the pleasure her husband was to learn at the altar of lovemaking. An advance taste of what the young woman had to steer her young man to.  Those thoughts led to a wracking release which had Smrithi thumping her ass vigorously on the cushion below her and briefly lusting for the man next door.

The intensity was such that if he walked in through the door she would have fucked him silly. As the tremors subsided, sanity returned. Drowsy now, she thought about the dilemma. It seemed less of a dilemma. The girl was just plain lucky and it was within the family. "Why not?" she thought, as she pleasantly allowed sleep to overcome her.  What awoke her was the furious clanging of her door-bell. She threw on a caftan and rushed to the door. She opened it to find at her doorstep the man, who if he had walked in a little earlier, she would have been willing to fuck all the way to sexual nirvana.  "Kahiye?" asked Smrithi enquiringly, leaning on the door, arm stretched over her head. (What can I do for you?) She was relaxed from the intense orgasm she had had. She was thankful that she had masturbated herself to a furious release, otherwise she might have assaulted Sameer at the spot where he stood.  

Smrithi admiringly eyed the rustic's broad muscular frame. He glistened with oil and was clearly wrapped in minimal clothing. The redness on his skin could have been his robust health or perhaps the last tinges of the flush from sexual release. All told, he was quite a man and Smrithi found herself sympathetic to Sofia's fall to temptation.  "Shall we go in?" he asked, a little non-plussed by Smrithi's chutzpah. Sameer was used to submissive behavior from all those he addressed in his village and in his household. But this woman seemed to be enjoying his predicament and possibly taunting him.

Smrithi stepped aside to make way for him. Sameer strode past her, nearly brushing her body with his. Smrithi scrambled out of the way to avoid contact. She was sure he was fresh from fucking that girl and she didn't think he had time to wash.  She shut the door and followed Sameer who had been presumptuous enough to walk around the apartment sizing up the place. She caught up with him in the kitchen and asked him, "Aap ko kuch chahiye kya?" (Do you need anything?)  "Dekhiye," he replied, drawing himself to his full height to exude authority, "Aap ney jo bhi dekha usey bhool jaiye." (Look, forget whatever you saw today.)  "What shall I forget? The sight of a dirty old man plundering his own bahu?" asked Smrithi, taunting him.  

"Whatever I did was with her full cooperation and desire," replied Sameer.  "That doesn't it make it right," countered Smrithi.  "But it doesn't concern you," persisted Sameer.  "Maybe it does," said Smrithi turning her back to him, her hands going up to her hair to tie it into a bun. The action lifted her breasts up.  Sameer's nature belligerence burst forth. "How?" he asked aggressively.  "Any thing that happens to her, concerns me. I have to know," she replied.  "You have to know what? Whether she enjoyed herself? Whether she was willing? She is part of my house and I know how to handle her," he challenged her gruffly.  "There is so much that I don't know!" Smrithi answered, hands on the table behind her.  "You don't know what it is to fuck around with me. Maybe I should just show you," said Sameer, his face red.



He stepped forward.  Smrithi enjoyed the idea that he had lost his temper. That gave her control. "Don't make empty threats," she said provocatively, turning around as she said that. He could not possibly assault her; and definitely not sexual. She was confident of that at least.  As she turned she saw Sameer's hand lift his cock through the thin cloth of the lungi Smrithi was startled by this display of uncouth behavior but also by the obvious stirring of his manhood. Quickly, she turned back, away from him. Her body was burning with embarrassment and she just wanted the bastard to leave.  Instead, she felt Sameer grip her arms and shove her forward on the kitchen table. Smrithi placed her hands flat on the table to balance herself. Before she knew what was happening, his strong rough hands had bunched up her caftan and she felt the cool morning air on her thighs and ass.  

"Rukiye! Stop!" she commanded him, spreading her legs to brace herself. Perhaps all it did was present Sameer with a stable target. His hands roamed under her caftan and quickly discovered she was wearing nothing beneath. He stroked her belly with one hand and slowly crept upward to check out her breasts. She had a bra on. He insinuated one leg between her legs and knocked her knees apart.  "Isn't it enough you have fucked your daughter-in-law?" she asked, hoping to stop him with questions on the morality of the situation.  "Now I have to make sure the secret is kept," he replied, jerking his lungi free and letting it fall to the ground. He held his semi-erect cock in his hand and the pumped the clammy tool to bring it to full attention.  



"Leave me or I will make sure everyone hears of it" Smrithi threatened, even as her nipples felt unreasonably confined in the bra cups.  "I will give you a secret of our own for you to remain busy with," said Sameer and he inserted his cock, now sufficiently erect between her ass cheeks.  Smrithi braced herself for further resistance and tried to turn but he had her in his grip. "Besharam! Bahu ko zarur aise hi chodne par majboor kiya hoga!" she gasped. (You shameless man. You must have coerced your daughter-in-law in this same fashion.)  "Is that how it looked when she had her legs locked around my hips?" he asked.  "That was today. How about the first time?" asked Smrithi twisting and turning to deny him progress.  

"The first time she nearly bangd me!" he replied. "Now we are addicted to each other, that's all" said Sameer. As Smrithi tried to make her body rigid, he thrust forward.  "NO!" screamed Smrithi as the cock prodded her roughly, and nearly prised open her anus. She leaned forward to prevent that mishap. Sameer reached between them and directed his cock to her cunt which was now more open, with all the wiggling.  Smrithi desperately hoped the  powerful man would not feel the fluids in her pussy surging and flowing downward. Before the unconnected response from her body became open and obvious she had to stop this.  "Don't compound your first mistake with another one now. We can always talk about this," she gasped as she tried to wriggle out of his iron grip.  

"That's what I came here to do in the first place," he grunted, as he guided his cock to nose around her nether regions.  "Whatever it is, she is your bahu," went on Smrithi, confident that this change in conversation could reverse the situation. She also assessed the largeness of his cockhead and felt sure that she was going to have this man, it would have to be with her lying back, and legs open wide and enough lubrication to avoid being rent asunder.  "I think the best way for you to understand this would be to experience what she experienced. Then, maybe you can relate to this. Which was she first -- a woman or a daughter-in-law? And how to resist intense pleasure?" explained Sameer as he continued to caress and stroke her ass and back with one hand.

The other hand continued to guide his cock to coax open her already parted pussy lips. He could sense wetness but that could well have been his own cock smearing her.  "There will be temptations. That does not mean one succumbs," argued Smrithi, trying to close her legs together. All she achieved was rubbing her own legs against the leg he had placed between hers. The hard muscular limb, with his hairy legs caressing her soft thighs, fascinated her. He seemed to be made of steel. She felt burning desire in the pit of her stomach as her mind imagined and wondered, "How steely is his cock?".  "Yes, that's what philosophy says. Let us see if you can practice it," said Sameer. He resented her preachy tone.



He just needed to teach her the lesson of her life in temptation and succumbing. He now reached under her below her belly. His middle finger slid to her slit. His fingers spread her lips. The other hand was used to guide his cock. When his cock felt his own fingers, he knew the target was found.  Instead of thrusting his hips, he carefully pistoned his cock in a precise movement which would have made a sniper proud. The cock slid forward with precise force, focused on the well-juiced target. Without any waste of energy in a general thrust, it splayed open the cunt and rode for some part of this length, before meeting further resistance.  

Smrithi bit her lip so that she would not be heard signalling the pleasure with an approving groan. When the bulb got stuck in the channel of her cunt she wished the flow would reach and lubricate him inward. But she could not be seen cooperating.  "You will have to stop this. With me. With her," she ordered futilely. As she tried to move she realized he had her pinioned. Movement was impossible. Except if she thrust back -- and that she was not about to do.  "Try this and tell if you can stop. If you can stop and do stop, then I will stop it with her too," replied Sameer. The woman's cunt was tight -- obviously not enough was happening in her marital bed. This was going to be pleasurable.  He rocked back and forth sawing along the long slit of her cunt and soon enough felt the surge of fluids -- clearly not his own.

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-23-

Hands slipped upward towards her breasts, still encased in her bra. His fingertips breached the underwire. Smrithi shuddered involuntarily as the rough surface of his hands aroused a million trigger points in her soft, mildly saggy skin.  Her breasts were merely handles to grab. His eyes were closed and his mind was actually on the precise effect her cunt was having on his cock. The trunk was being caressed by lips and the head being pleasured by the narrowing passage.  "Smrithi-ji," he murmured in mock respect. "Aap thoda tayar rahiye," he said, (be ready for this) rocking into her gently, hands gripping her breasts. As he did so, the bra, tethered by only one hook, gave way and she felt his hands claim the entire territory, except for her nipples. And they instantly started to ache, begging for attention.  "For what?" gasped Smrithi, tearing her mind away from his hands, his cock and his legs, all of which were touching her in intimate spots. She gripped the sides of the table. "Aap galat kar rahe ho," she stammered. (You are doing wrong.)  

"Let your body be the judge of right and wrong on this one," he countered. "Then only can you decide about Sofia. Just prepare yourself to discover that pleasure conquers everything. I want you to realize that." Smrithi stared out of the balcony as her cheek lay on her kitchen table. He was asking her to prepare herself. She could barely move from his grip. Her body was responding independent of her mind. She had never felt a man, firm and hard like this before. And as for his cock -- no definitely nothing like that. How could she prepare for this?  She had a new worry -- that of her husband returning from outside. She should not have opened the door so wide that he could saunter in. and now she herself was wide, wide open.  



"My husband could return at any time," she mumbled, her body aflame and her mind numb.  "We already see a change in concerns, don't we?" sneered Sameer, continuing his teasing rocking. Smrithi had felt the broad cock struggle to slide in the narrow channel between her legs. The cock had firmly prodded her entrance a dozen times. He needed that action on himself to make his erection absolutely full. He also needed to grind pleasure out of her -- or the willingness to receive pleasure. Both objectives were well met.  When she heard him sneering, Smrithi felt angered. "Was this a hunt? A conquest? The bastard!" She gripped the table hard steeling herself for a full battle to escape from his clutches.

No harm was done. Yet.  As she tensed, he rammed forward. The cock seared her cunt walls as Sameer yelled in pleasure. The sliding of her walls on his pillar was exquisite. He fucked her hard.  Smrithi exhaled with a long "Haaaaaaaaaah!"  The hairy pubis slammed against her ass. She felt the prickly hair on her skin. Her eyes were closed. He had spread her wide, really wide. The cock was a monster-cock. The lubrication was excellent. As each enveloped the other, pleasure soared. She felt her inner thighs become jelly as her body opened out. She squeezed to reclaim the searing pleasure. The clamping effect on the cock was not lost on Sameer.  "Bas! That's it!" he exulted. Now he was ramming in and out of her, hard and fast.

Smrithi's resistance could not have held up. Neither physically, nor from the pleasure quotient. If pleasure had not started she may have stopped it. But there was no question of having taken him in and not feeling the pleasure while he pulled out. And then there was no question of not having him ride in again, filling the unbearable vacuum he left behind.  She felt snug and full of him, engorged. She luxuriated in that for a split second before she craved the friction of his cock against her cunt again. Pleasure is a cycle, she thought. Either you in or you are out. And once in, you need to go through the paces. She let her body go limp as she realised any stoppage was going to be distressing. But she was also distressed as the hopelessly compromised condition of herself.  




For Sameer, the fucking was a lesson being administered. From the pleasure point of view, he needed to quickly climb to the pinnacle and release. This erection and fucking while pleasurable, was his second fuck and it was close after the first. The impulse to manage a cum quickly was high.  And yes, there was her husband to worry about.  He should have rather worried about Sofia. His daughter-in-law had been wondering about his whereabouts. The answer came when Smrithi aunty's kitchen table thumped against the wall. The dull thuds, their rhythm and the periodicity seemed to suggest a fuck. Could he?  In a flash, Sofia was at the door of Smrithi's room. They had neglected to latch the door. She stood in the doorway, watching as Smrithi lay forward, her cheek on the table, and face away from the front door. Behind her stood her Babuji, ass muscles clenching and releasing as he fucked like the animal he was. The old man was indeed an animal. She had seen him taking his pleasure with the bevy of maids in the village. And now this.  

Both Sameer and Smrithi were oblivious to the young girl watching jealously from the doorway. Sameer was now humping Smrithi with a ferocity. Between his quest for release and the need to pound Smrithi into submission Sameer had now worked up a sweat. "Ye lo. Take this! Unh! Ah! Do you see? Do you........?" he demanded.  "Sameer saab! Thoda... ah... please! A little softer? Let me feel you? Not so hard, please?" sobbed Smrithi as she clung on to the table.  "No. first you promise that you will not recount this morning's incident," insisted Sameer. He clutched at her breasts harder.  Smrithi was angry with her body for betraying her with its wet, squishy response. "I will tell everyone not only...aaaah!... that you fuck your bahu... uhh... but also...unhh... that you fucked -- oh fuck! -- me.........!" yowled out Smrithi as Sameer hammered into her.  





"Will you also tell them....uh... that you became slick with juices and opened wide for me?" he stammered, as pleasure played havoc with his diction.  "That's not my fault, you dirty old man," cried out Smrithi as she felt her body surge with a build up. It was beautiful, the way he opened her out and his cock massaged every cell along her pussy lining to awake her body.  "Neither was it Sofia's," concluded Sameer triumphantly.  "But you corrupted her," said Smrithi as she felt her body melt completely. An orgasm of earthquake proportions was upon her. She had never felt so helpless in her release as today. Usually, her pleasure was within a threshold of control and she used it to pleasure back her husband. But Sameer was a pleasure-machine and she just took it. Suddenly imagined Sofia's finger nails digging into his back and realised she wanted to feel his body as well.  "And you? Are you not corrupt now," Sameer paused.

A hand slid down between their bodies and his fingers dabbed up the mix of juices. He brought his fingers to her lips and held it there. "What is this?" he demanded. "Are you not a slut now?"  "Let me show you how much of a slut I am!" she hissed. She leaned up and quickly took the caftan off, baring her entire back to him. Sameer leaned forward and kissed her between the shoulder blades. Smrithi gasped at the hot touch of his lips -- but also at the vacantness inside her as the cock slipped out from the change in posture. "Fuck me like you should really fuck a woman," said Smrithi pushing him back and turning around.

She held her legs up, spread wide and invited him back into her cunt. As Sameer stepped forward, cock once again in his fist to guide it in, Smrithi turned her head and was shocked to see the fixated figure of Sofia.  Her legs dropped and she tried to push aside Sameer as he moved closer. But he grabbed her thighs and laid them over his shoulder. He looked down. The cunt was defencelessly spread wide now. He held his cock to the cunt.  "Sameer," whispered Smrithi, nodding towards Sofia. A woman can control herself, but a man in lust doesn't pause. Sameer rammed his cock back in with a loud sigh of relief at reclaiming his soppy refuge. Smrithi screamed with pleasure at the invasion. Her hands gripped his strong arms. "Babujee," she wailed, "aapki bahu!" (Your daughter-in-law).  




"What of her? She too has had this" -- he fucked harder for emphasis- "pleasure" he ended ramming himself into her repeatedly.  Sameer gripped her breasts hard, very hard. The flesh was in his hands, tight and hard. But the nipples and the area around them were free and left alone. The blood engorged the nipples as his hand held tight. She wished he would touch them, kiss them and give them relief. The tingling sensation was huge.  Sameer angled his cock to graze her clit repeatedly as he slid in and out.  "Babuji, look there!" she exclaimed, her hand pointed to Sofia.  Smrithi's hand was outstretched toward Sofia. Her other hand gripped his arm for pleasure. Her cunt was open and being pounded. Her breasts were being mauled. The experience was unimaginably good. But she should have seduced the man for the sake of her own pleasure. Sofia seeing her in this slut-lust condition was not what she wanted.  

"Beti," she called out to Sofia. (Come, my girl.) Sameer turned towards Sofia. Their eyes met. Sameer continued to fuck, sweat pouring down his brow and chest. The amalgam of bodies was a squishy mess. Sameer's face was wincing as shots of pleasure ran through his body.  He slowed a bit. Only to have Smrithi thrust back with an urgency. Her hands grabbed back at Sameer and she thrust her hips lewdly towards his loins. "Arrgggh!" shuddered Sameer as the assault from the woman ravaged him. He thrust back to quell her.  Sofia stepped forward. Smrithi moved her legs from Sameer's shoulders to around his hips. Her heels hammered at the muscular ass, urging him to fuck them both to the grand finale.

She clutched at his chest, her fingers mauling his nipples , hurting him. Sameer reached for her hands, releasing her breasts. "Damn!" thought Smrithi. She needed his hands everywhere. And his cock deep in her cunt.  Sameer and Smrithi held hands, fingers interlaced. They pulled themselves together. Then their palms pushed backwards. Smrithi and Sameer briefly became a single beast comprised of two parts. The two parts levered against one another, hands, hips and bodies -- all with the single goal of pistoning the cock and cunt to release intense pleasure.  When Sofia reached close, Smrithi released Sameer's hand and caught Sofia's soft, small hand. It held a mobile phone which she took from the girl and placed on the table. Then with her other hand, she reached for Sameer's hand and placed Sofia's hand in his.




Soon the three of them were holding hands three-ways. Sameer's right hand clutched Smrithi's left hand as they fucked with increased vigor. Smrithi's right hand held Sofia's left hand gently; this was her latest guidance to the girl she had taken under her wing in USA. And Sofia's right hand was in Sameer's: a familiar union of Sofia and her Babuji.  Sameer's grip on Sofia's and Smrithi's hand was hard; he was focused on the fucking he was delivering his newest conquest.  Smrithi guided Sofia's hand to her own neglected breasts which were aching for attention.  Sofia's fingers stroked the nipples and the mass of flesh. Smrithi aunty's skin was hot and burning. There were also drops of sweat from her Babuji's brow and Smrithi aunty seemed to be sweating too.  Sofia gathered the mound of flesh in her fist, but also let her thumb flick and pleasure the nipple.  

"Yes beti," gasped Smrithi, thanking her ward for pleasuring her rather than playing games.  As orgasms rippled through her body, Smrithi pulled Sofia down to her breasts. The younger woman sucked and milked her aunty's breasts. Her hand crept to Babuji's ass as it pounded into Smrithi aunty, stroking and encouraging him. Her lips moved further up and kissed Smrithi's throat, which was bobbing and pulsating with the pleasure coursing through her body.  Smrithi's body bucked and thrashed as the combined attention of the old man and young girl overpowered her. The rhythm of fucking was lost as the hips thrashed in uncontrolled orgasms. Smrithi's lips smeared on Sofia's lips as she lost control of her neck muscles too. Smrithi was in effect, thrashing her body against Sofia and Sameer, squeezing new found pleasure out of her system.

This was incredible! She had never experienced such pleasure before. She was lost in her own world.  A flash of light brought her back to reality. Sameer was holding up Sofia's mobile and had taken a photo of the two women kissing.  "What are you trying to do?" mumbled Smrithi through the haze of pleasure.  "Something to remind you of how you feel in pleasure," replied Sameer. He tossed the phone aside to focus on the finish. His ever reliable Sofia came to assist. Her hand, till now caressing his ass, slid lower and reaching under him stroked his sac and perineum. The clenched muscles which held back Sameer's release were let loose. Sofia pushed his buttocks aside with fingers as if to invade Sameer's ass.

Sameer's face contorted and helplessness washed over him.  Smrithi could see the transformation in the man who had dominated her till just now. He seemed weak and wobbling. She could see he might cum anytime, but she could not know why. She was older, yes; but she was nowhere the younger one's sexual prowess or experience.  



Sameer groaned his orgasm out aloud, as he released into Smrithi's plundered pussy. Sofia stepped back to let man and woman exchange the moment of passion. Smrithi hauled herself up, hands shimmying up his arms till she was able to sink her own nails into his broad shoulder blades, signalling her own aftershocks of pleasure.  The gap between them closed as her breasts crushed against his broad chest, the chest which she had admired so much. For the first time, their lips met. Sameer shuddered as his semen spurted into Smrithi. She screamed into his throat in disbelief at the sheer quantum of seed spilling into her. To cum twice at his age and then so copiously was a wonder!  

As he fucked her in the rapidly receding orgasm, Smrithi clutched onto this wonderful man. Subsidiary orgasms coursed through her body. The two mashed their lips together, clinging, grinding and releasing. Sameer's hands roamed her back and in a final act, he cupped her ass and lifted her onto his cock and thrust as deep into her as she could.  "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" sucked in Smrithi as the cock touched her in a few more unexpected places.  Sofia stepped back, thinking these two had no place for her in this intensity. As she did, Smrithi's hand found her again. She stopped her from stepping away. The younger lady stopped there. Tantalizingly close to two people she admired a lot, locked in their own passionate release.



She was fully clothed and not part of the sexual tryst. But then again, she was the key link in the equation between these two.  Smrithi allowed the quakes to subside and as soon as the storm passed, her body sagged. She ran her nails down his chest as she allowed her body to lay back slowly.  Sameer let go of the woman, his mission accomplished.  "Come beti" he beckoned to Sofia. "We shall have no trouble from her!" he announced. He bent to pick up his dhoti and wrap it around his waist. He took her hand and led her out, leaving a drained Smrithi shocked at the abrupt departure.

Sofia was looking back at her Smrithi aunty as her Babuji dragged her away. She wanted to stroke and soothe that beautiful woman- how warm and erotic she seemed! She wanted to tell aunty that Babuji's approach to Smrithi was not her own attitude to Smrithi. She wanted to touch, hold cling and talk to Smrithi aunty. She wanted to lay her head on her breast, sucking, toying, caressing. She had always wanted to reciprocate that lady's warmth and kindness. The possibility of holding and conveying her feelings seemed so much preferable to the traditional methods of thanking.  There she was laid back, open and available.

And here was Sameer dragging her off.  This was not the time.  As they left the room, Sameer, his face sweaty and flushed, bare-bodied came face to face with Smrithi's husband Amar. Sameer surely looked suspicious coming out of the room in this state. But the properly attired Sofia who followed saved the day for her. That left the matter of the woman on the kitchen table, helplessly laid out nude and in satiation.  "Don't close the door!" said Smrithi's husband Amar

Seeing his wife in that state.. fully nude with sweat and cum sprayed all over her body and also having a look at the still erect 9 inch long strong dick of his close friend Sameer… Amar got mad !!!  not at his best friend for fucking his wife but at his wife who on many occasions in US has this skilful knack of alluring his best friends there and offering her beautiful kitten to those strong built afro-americans .. she has a strong urge to get banged by those big black cocks and that’s the reason why she immediately accepted Coasta rica born Sofia as her daughter in law !!!

Amar never expected an apology from his friend Sameer but he expected atleast a sorry look from his wife Smrithi , instead she is still staring at still erect dick of his friend in front of her husband and that’s what made him go mad and he decided to treat his wife like a street whore and dragged her by pulling her hair onto the main hall where their son Rahul is kissing Payal while playing with Sonam’s boobs

Seeing his mom being dragged and thrown like a stray dog onto the mattress made Rahul’s blood boil.. whats even more strange is the looks of Sameer uncle !!!  seeing both mom and uncle its very clear what has happened between them, but thankfully his girl friend Sofia is properly attired and he didn’t know what wildly uncle fucked his GF in front of his mom


“Amar bhai.. your wife spied on me and even doubted my.. sorry .. your daughter in law Sofia” , yelled Sameer with one hand on still on his fully erected dick

“What happened bro.. tell clearly” , Amar has decided to punish his wife infront of every one including his son

“bro.. your sweet darling Sofia came to room with coffee that she made herself so well .. while sipping coffee I enquired her relation with your son Rahul.. a young beautiful girl of her age needs to be satisfied for long hours which your son was not capable of.. and I showed her what she deserves and while doing so , your wife saw us and took away the sweety Sofia from me forcefully (lieing) and instead forced me to fuck her” , Sameer also decided to give her rough times as enjoying a fully grown matured classy woman of this type would give him the kick that he is missing as he is not married

“bro.. leave my son’s matter for a while.. but his lady had her eyes on your dick since she landed here and she even tried to lure some strongly built male servants , but those guys didn’t touch her and without your instructions they wont touch any girl or woman.. now is the time to teach her a strong lesson and I want you to take care of this matter” , Amar pulled his daughter in law Sofia closer and made her kneel on the ground and removed his semi erect dick from his pant and handed over to her which she gladly accepted and is caressing with her fingers..

Seeing this , Rahul got mad and came running towards his GF and tried to pull her away.. but the smart young girl has pulled Rahul’s shorts and taking his small dick in her hands said “Rahul.. look at your dick and your dad’s dick.. do you deserve a young beautiful girl like me ?”

Rahul is shocked and the humiliation in front of every one is something that he didn’t expect and standing alone looking at his mom looking for some solace started moving towards his mom who is just recovering from the humiliating words used by  both the men

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