Adultery Worship: But Not The Planned One by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Even before he penetrated Shobha her husband had expertly stroked her to a clitoral orgasm and then calmed and stroked her before mounting her with a vigor that brushed her virginity aside. His manner and the responses he had elicited from her convinced her that he had been with a woman before.


He had. And ever since then Shobha had nurtured the fantasy that if every young man fantasized about a woman then every woman was a likely seductresses offering a young man his first lessons on pleasuring a woman.

And if her husband had found such a woman, why could not she not be that woman to some young man in his turn?

They were now in the courtyard and this was no frame of mind in which to be in a temple praying to the lord. She wanted to leave just as he did. But not alone and not to masturbate herself as he wanted to. She wanted to leave with him and find out whether his place or hers would do at this moment. In all probability both houses were empty as the entire family should be at the temple.

She looked toward the gate but the influx was steady and it would be tough to find a path leading out at this moment. She glanced around and saw the various outhouses, stores and assorted structures that typically line the outer courtyard. Nothing so divine as to make her she was sinning just yet, with all these thoughts running around in her head.

She squinted at Srikant's face and saw his eyes were riveted on her heaving bosom. Her own breathing was indeed deep and intense and it was not from exertion. It was the hot surge in her blood that made her breathe so and the breathing caused a fascinating expansion of her breasts which strained the garments designed to contain them.

"What do you intend to now?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, unmindful of the stream of people making their way quickly to the next gateway beyond which lay the inner courtyard; closer to god, surrounded with images invoking sanctity and crammed with people. She was definitely not going there right now.

Srikant shook his head wordlessly. He was clueless. He was certainly not going to tell her that he badly wanted the release of a vigorous masturbation session.

She grabbed him by the wrist and said, "Follow me!"

Carrying her pooja basket in one hand he followed her as she dragged him to the shaded colonnade lining the walls. She climbed two steps and while he was still on the ground level, she turned around. Smiling at him sweetly she used her pallo end to wipe his brow clear of the sweat. There was bound to be more sweat under his shirt but she had other plans for that.

The woman followed by the young man holding the pooja basket looked innocent enough to any one that might have glanced at them. But no one did. Such sights and many more were common on temple days. All manners of people in all combinations came to the temple to pursue all sorts of tasks from the divine to the mundane.

To one such mundane place in that outer corridor along the wall, Shobha mami led her prey. She paused at a spot where a small room had been built to hold ceremonial cooking vessels. As if often the case with temples the room had been built at a spot which was suited because it was in no one's way. But otherwise it was quite an awkward thing to build. It stuck out from the side corridor and jutted out of the line of the outer corridor.

It had to be out of the way and yet visible to the powers that be to make sure no one had broken the lock or was accessing that room without authority.

Every now and then passers by peered in to see if they could catch of a glimpse of any of the riches of the temple. Perhaps a silver chariot? A gold throne?

But no one ever looked behind that room and there Shobha discovered a cool, shaded cul-de-sac which was shielded from every angle. No doubt, anyone walking along that outer corridor and behind the room and past it would most likely spot anyone there.

But such is the heat of passion and desire that the lust-laden mind becomes willing to take all such chances. To the mind of the lust-obsessed, the opportunity to indulge and satiate outweighs the risk of being caught. And Shobha was lust-obsessed, indeed.

The look on Srikant's face told her that he was no less lustful in his thoughts; no less pleasure-seeking. In that instant, her mind told her to become the special woman in his life and her body responded with surges that made her desire peak.

She stood with her back to the wall, keeping an eye at the far end to see if anyone was approaching. Her vigil, she knew, might not be possible for too much longer. She was about to get engrossed in a very special act.

Srikant stood before her.

"We cannot go in to the sanctum feeling this way," she told him. "We will have to come back for prayer another time. I need to bathe before I will go in. But before that..." and then with one final glance down the corridor she dropped to her knees.

She undid the belt and unbuttoned his trouser. Not bothering to unzip she opened out the top of his trouser to widen it enough so it would drop. She noticed how smoothly she did this task. Practice came from undressing her son on his return from college but also from doing the same with her husband.

In her husband's case it often happened on return from a party and both of them had heightened passions. He from the light drinking and she from the shameless flirting she engaged in. Or it might be in the morning when he was all set to leave for a work and in a hurry; and she in a naughty frame of mind decided to delay him in a manner he could not resist.

On all those occasions when she knelt before her husband and undid his trousers the next thing she did was open her mouth, wetting her lips to take him in.

If it were in the morning she would mouth him to a finish aiding herself with both hands. That would typically be before her morning bath and she would wipe herself and cleanup the mess he left behind on her, hands, face and any other part of her that his cum landed on.

If it were an after-party rendezvous at home, she would never allow him that release wanting all of him for herself. In his younger days he had fucked her twice, thrice or more in succession. But now as they had grown older even if he could fuck her more than once, she wanted to be taken fully and differently on each of those times.

She herself had changed over the years and become more searching, passionate and lusty in her sexual encounters. It grew and grew till her sexual desires grew into fantasies. And then those fantasies had grown till they grew out of her mind into what was happening here today.

Strangely Srikant was thinking the same of her gesture -- was she going to take him into her mouth?

His cock bobbed as if on a spring as it came out into the open. Shobha worshipfully stroked the phallus. Her fingers raced up and down the trunk of the cock feeling his fullness. It was full, engorged and ready for any kind of action. She held it once in her fist as one would hold a racquet and slid it back and forth one single time, milking forth his juices.