Adultery Indian Wife & Second Encounter by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Amit left on a tour for two days leaving Simran alone. This was not unusual. However, Lakshmi too informed her the next day that she was going to attend a marriage in the next village and because of some family compulsions, it was not possible for Bhavu to attend the same. The function was at night; she would get delayed but she would certainly be back at the crack of dawn. There would be no inconvenience to Simran so far as household chores were concerned.

Lakshmi was a person who was fully devoted to the house and Simran did not have the heart to say no. Simran had a few of her friends over for the evening. They made small talk, watched an erotic film on DVD, had wine and winded up at around 10 p.m. Simran bid them goodbye and came back to her room. The movie had again kindled her desire. Oh, only if Amit was there and in a proper frame of mind! What had happened to him. The business tensions, the liasoning with government officials had all but killed his interest in good sex.

As per her habit, she stripped and lay down on the bed. What about tonight? She said to herself. Bhavu too would be there. Alone and asleep. She could go there, have some fun with him. He wouldn't even know that Simran had fun with him. All that she hoped was that Bhavu had not noticed the lipstick mark on his cock. She cursed herself for being so fastidious about the application of lipsticks, nail polishes etc. After having some fun with him she would come back and have fun with an appropriate brinjal; nice and black it was. As soon as she had seen it, she had decided that before going into the cooking pot, it would have to give her satisfaction. Just before the cook had gone to her quarters, Simran had quietly smuggled it into her room.

Soon there was darkness all around. Only the bedside light of Simran was aglow. She decided that it would be inappropriate to walk to Bhavu's room all naked. She opened the cupboard, took out the flimsy nightie, pulled it over her head and opened the door. She contemplated whether to take off her anklets and bangles too. The watchman might wonder the source of these noises since Lakshmi was not there but then she decided against it. Taking off the bangles was not very easy and it was not as if the watchman would be sitting with the ear to the wall of Bhavu's room. As quietly as a cat, Simran made her way to Bhavu's room.

Things appeared to be as they had expected them to be. Bhavu was sound asleep as she could make out from the light snores, emanating from his nostrils. She removed the bedsheet and yes, the object of her desire was there. Flaccid but inviting. Simran could feel herself getting wet. IF, if anybody could see her what would they think. However her conscience was clear. When Bhavu had fucked her, she had not asked him to. If he turned out to be a good fucker, well, she had only enjoyed it. Even now, she had come to please herself; not get fucked by him. As she rolled the foreskin back, she licked the head just as she had done the other day. Very slowly Simran clamped her lips around his cockhead and sucked. To her surprise a little precum oozed into her mouth. That was something Simran did not find unpleasant, so she savoured the taste and inadvertently her eyes found their way to Bhavu's eyes. Simran almost screamed when she saw Bhavu looking at her with a smile on his face. Thankfully she was not naked. She immediately disengaged herself.

'I...... I'll go.' She was at a loss for words.

'Without getting fucked?' Bhavu asked.

'Mind your language. That is not what I came here for.' She said.

'Well, then complete the blowjob at least.' Bhavu appeared to be relaxed.

'Look, Lakshmi told me that you sleep soundly and that is why she had brought me just to show me your.......' She could not bring herself to utter the word 'cock'.

'Cock.' Bhavu completed.' Well, did she also tell you to suck it?'

'I don't know what you mean.' She said suddenly becoming aware that he could see her nude body through the nightie and that her erect nipples were virtually poking out.

'Come on, shed this haughtiness. Surely you don't want an argument here. The watchman takes his rounds just behind this door and I don't think you would like him to listen to a debate on whether you want to get fucked or not. I have to fuck you and you know I will, so why act snooty? Didn't you enjoy it the last time? You did and so you are back.' He said getting up and pulling the the straps of the nightie off her shoulder. It fell into a heap at her feet. He quickly picked it up.

'I am kind of bored fucking Lakshmi right on this bed. Tonight your husband is out of town. I think it would be a good idea to have fun there. The last time it was not too good. Come on, don't look at me like that. I am not a rapist.' He laughed.

Simran knew that there was no way out. And the veiled threat about the watchman was also not misplaced. Like last time, this time she wanted him to do whatever he wanted and do it quickly. He seemed far more confident because she had come to his room. Silly stupid Lakshmi, he sleeps like a log!! My foot!!

They walked back to the room together, both nude, he behind her with his cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks. Once inside he kissed her on the lips and made her lie on the bed.

'You do want it, don't you. You want to feel what it's like to let yourself go completely; to feel yourself free of inhibitions. You want to have multiple orgasms,' Bhavu continued. Pressing his fingers down and in, he soon touched the little wisps of hair of her shaped pussy and could feel the moist, hot treasure right below. 'It feels so good to be free and nude; to be as naked as you are in front of your husband. Is it not exciting for me to be savouring all this again,' he whispered soothingly. 'Doesn't that feel good, Mem Sahib? Feel how your warm, wet vagina is uncovered and open; ready to be touched and kissed. You want that, don't you? You want to be kissed and licked and touched down there with a good fuck being the grand finale? Wouldn't it feel wonderful?' he murmured, lowering his mouth down to the little triangle tuft of dark hair. 'To have the lips of your sex touched and caressed by someone's mouth . . . like this.'

Simran felt his hot breath first and then an electric jolt surged through her every fiber as his lips made contact with her drenched opening. She could barely breath; her mouth and her legs fell open and she groaned softly, feeling him nibble and tease at her most sensitive area. Somewhere in the distance she heard the drone of an auto rickshaw, taking passengers to their destination, but the sound was no match for the thundering beat of her heart echoing in her ears.

Bhavu's hands slid under her thighs and pressed them apart. Then the flat length of his tongue lashed out and danced up and down her slick groove. Her body shuddered and her veins flooded with intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention and she unknowingly sent a prayer that his tongue would find it soon.

Then he saw the brinjal by the bedside and laughed ' I really appreciate your concern for your sexual pleasure but you could have easily called me. Sure, a brinjal is a girl's friend but so are things in flesh and blood.'

He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her gasp with approval above him, he spread her glistening vaginal lips open with his fingers while he lapped at her furiously, letting her luscious taste wash over his palate.

Simran gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her, almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the little button at the center of her sex throbbing and pulsing, aching for his touch. Finally he gave into her need and swiped his probing tongue directly over the pearl. Skyrockets went off in her head and her entire body went rigid against him.

She felt him moving around and then settling, but all she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure radiating out from between her legs. Another great shudder rocked her small frame as he intensified his tongue movements on her clit once more. He reached for and found one of her delicate hands and held it; interlacing their fingers, they squeezed and caressed each other, sharing another contact point of passion. Then he gently guided her hand over until her fingers touched him; first she could feel his wiry hair, then the solid column of flesh brushing against her knuckles and then her palm. His hand left hers just as his mouth and tongue began the final assault to bring her over the edge.