Adultery Indian Wife and Bold Neighbour by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was after a good deal of search that Manisha and Amit had finally chosen this house. It was in an upmarket locality of the town. Although the house was small, it was compact and the neighbourhood was good. That is what the agent who had got them this house had told them. Manisha was all of twenty eight years old and married four years back to Amit, a software engineer employed with a multinational. Yet another added advantage of this locality was that their immediate neighbors were known to her sister-in-law i.e Amit’s elder sister Gitanjali. Gitanjali was about 38 years old , almost as old as Manisha’s neighbours Veronica and George,

The movers had been gone less than an hour. Manisha was crouched among the luggage and packing boxes which littered the spacious front room of the house. She glanced up and saw her husband, Amit, stripped to the waist, sweat glistening off his broad shoulders as he carried a trunk toward the staircase. Seeing him that way stirred sweet sensations in her lower abdomen, and Manisha sighed softly. This was one of the happiest moments in her life. She pushed a long, dark curl away from her face, continuing to savor the joyful feelings coursing through her youthful body, enjoying a salacious tingle as her dark nipples hardened against the cotton material of her T-shirt. And her shapely breasts throbbed when, acting on impulse, she stood and made her way towards her husband. She was relishing this moment all the more because while living with her in-laws she was required to be dressed properly in the ubiquitous salwar kameez with the dupatta firmly dbangd over her breasts. It was only during a vacation that she could dress the way she liked to; in sleeveless tee-shirts and shorts or jeans which showed off her fair, smooth arms and legs. What was the point in undergoing the painful waxing and getting rid of all the hair if there was nobody to see and admire them?


Amit chuckled as she stepped up to him. He stood silently until her jutting breasts brushed against his sweaty, naked chest, then he slid his hands onto her hips. Their eyes locked just as he lowered his head towards hers.

"I’m thinking of something much more exciting than unpacking," he whispered before his lips touched hers.

"Mmmmmm, but take it easy. There is still lots of work to be done" she said when he kissed her and slipped his strong arms around her slender waist. Paying no heed, he snaked his tongue between her moist lips, sliding it around the inside of her slippery mouth. She melted against him and smelled his enticing, manly aroma as he sucked on her tongue. She could feel his erect manhood against her mound and this made her nipples tingle tantalizingly. His hands roamed her ass and back, massaging the bare back that was exposed between her jeans and tee shirt. Manisha groaned and squirmed as she felt his throbbing prick press against her, and even in that moment her senses urged her to halt it. She did want more than mere touching through clothes but now? Amit sank down in front of her, dragging his hot wet tongue towards her exposed belly button. He had often told her how absolutely erotic and sexy he found it when her belly button was exposed whether when she was wearing sarees or jeans. His tonguetip toyed with her navel as he positioned himself on his knees and with his teeth tried to bring the zipper of her jeans down.

“Control yourself, for God’s sake!” she said but she found herself cooperating with her husband’s initiatives.

Her fingers tangled in her husband’s dark hair and soon Amit was able to bring the zip down. However Amit did not proceed further. Instead, he caught hold of her T-shirt and pulled it off. He tore it from her shoulders, allowing her lovely tits to flop free, and her dark nipples stiffened and stood up. He then straightened up, bent his knees slightly and managed to cup her breasts in his palms. As he fondled her sensitive tits and nipples, Manisha found herself moaning.

She trembled as excitement engulfed her. Her pussy was on fire. And she couldn’t ignore the exquisite pleasure Amit was giving her as he expertly caressed her tits. He bent over her just as her back touched the casually placed table, his mouth attaching itself to one of her succulent nipples. He chewed eagerly on her swollen nipple, then gulped more and more of it into his hot mouth. Then he rolled his tongue around the nipple again and again, biting the by now fully erect nipple gently, causing Manisha to arch her back and cry out in raw ecstasy. Amit slipped his hands down to work at removing her jeans, and succeeded as Manisha cooperated by squirming her hips and ass. She shivered as he exposed her wet, steamy pussy. Her bikini panties formed a thin rope around her ankles. Although she knew that the door was not locked and there was still loads of work to be done, she desperately yearned to kick her panties off her bare feet.

It was as if Amit could actually hear what she wanted. He eased her constricting panties down her legs until he finally pulled them off her ankles. At last her legs were free to open up and her burning pussy was waiting in eager anticipation for the pleasures that were to follow.

Amit whipped his tongue through the creamy, folds of her beautifully manicured pussy, parting the moist tissue with quick slices of his tongue. Manisha sighed and relished the dose of pleasure that immediately blanketed her. Every nerve in her body sparked as the sensations overwhelmed her. She savored the sensation of his tongue parting the pussylips and teasing her clit. Waves of eroticism spread through her body. Pleasing her man turned her on more than anything, and she never tired of proving it. She fished a hand into his open fly and caressed his erect cock which literally jumped into her hand. She tasted the drop of pre-cum that seeped from therein, the familiar tasteless flavor causing her arousal to surge. She wasted no time in swirling her tongue around and around the slick cock of her husband. He twisted the dark curls of her hair in his fists and groaned as she began licking up and down the length of his cock. She massaged his bloated balls while she serviced his prick with her tongue, drenching it with her saliva. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and gulped the head of his shaft between her lips. As he fondled her sensitive tits and nipples, Manisha forced herself to swallow every bit of his cock ,her lush lips brushed against his hairy base while her fingers busily played with his balls. Their happy moans and groans made sweet background music with Manisha's lusty slurping sounds.

She trembled as excitement engulfed her.There was nothing like the sensation of having his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. And she couldn't ignore the exquisite pleasure Amit was giving her as he expertly caressed her tits. The big round circle formed by her lips squeezed against the cock as she began moving her head back and forth, keeping in time with the gentle rocking of his hips, moving forwards and backwards a little further each time. His grip tightened as he began fucking her face. Manisha nearly swooned with delight as her husband's cock nudged the back of her throat. She gulped involuntarily and readied herself for the sweet explosion of his milky cum into her mouth. She started sucking faster, furiously, anxiously awaiting, wanting to swallow his heavy load and continued to savour the sensual pleasure that continued to spread throughout her entire body when her senses became alerted to a strange presence. She stiffened automatically and knew in that same second that her husband was reacting in the same way. It was only a heartbeat later, when Amit had lurched off her awkwardly, that Manisha glimpsed in wide-eyed shock the stranger standing in the open doorway of their new bedroom. She was an attractive young woman of perhaps thirty-five, and she met the startled stares of the young couple with a slight smirk on her curved lips, blush coloring her lovely face. She cleared her throat nervously and began to back out of the room.