Adultery Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

They were headed to Jaipur and Delhi was a logical stopover. Initially, Sunita had been tense about meeting up with Deepa and Deepa's father while her own husband Karan was alongside. However, that resolved itself with Karan's work catching up with him as usual. He decided to arrive in Delhi a day later, just in time for the road trip to Jaipur.


That then only left the sexual tension of encountering Deepa's father, Shom. Sunita was as young (or as old-depending on how you looked at it) as Shom's daughter Deepa. When Sunita had come visiting on the demise of Shom's wife, she had chanced upon her Uncle Shom masturbating energetically. Sunita felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy towards Uncle, now destined for years of loneliness. That sympathy soon gave way to unbridled lust as the younger woman and older man devoured each other.

Sunita was also apprehensive of having to talk about this relationship with Deepa even though the sexual encounters between father and friend were no secret.

Illicit at its worst and caring at its best, the sexual trysts did not escape Deepa's attention. The age difference between them, the fact that Shom had a daughter Sunita's age, the relationship they had shared in the past; all these made their sexual union completely illicit. But the loneliness and the needs of Shom that Sunita handled through the sex seemed to legitimize the relationship in the eyes of both the girls.

And yet, they never talked about it.

Sunita wondered about that. Was Deepa just being opportunistic because the sexual encounters had helped with her father's depression? Or was she being discreet? Did she now think of Sunita as a whorish slut? Or as a caring person who had crossed a boundary in her lovingness?

In the heart of her hearts Sunita knew that she could just as well have been sympathetic and caring without being sexual. To her own self, she could not deny the strong surge she had felt in her loins when she had spotted Uncle Shom with what was clearly a nice, thick truncheon of a cock. It was a combination of curiosity and lust. Curiosity because he compared favorably with her own husband Karan. The lust was ignited by her awareness that Uncle Shom had the stamina and urges of primal man. Deepa had described her father's vigorous, noisy lovemaking sessions with her mother which continued late into life. Sunita herself had seen how long Uncle had masturbated before cumming. Clearly, there was something here to be sampled which promised to be superior to Karan in every respect. That deadly combination led her to try and satiate the man in her Uncle Shom.

Shorn of the societal labels and taboos, he was a lusty man and she was a wanton woman. The inflammatory chemistry that the two enjoyed merely confirmed what she instinctively knew.

Those memories made her feel warm and horny. She recalled how small her fist seemed when she first tried to hold and tame his throbbing cock. Then later he had plunged upward spearing apart her squelching wet pussy as they battled each other for sexual conquest. He had exploded with massive bolts of cum which flooded her, belying his age. She flushed with heat at the thought of her imminent arrival at Deepa's house.

There was definitely something different in Deepa's welcome this time. It was in her eyes, as the friends looked deep into each other. It was in the hug as Deepa seemed to hold Sunita closer. The way she held Sunita at the arms and held her close, breast upon breast, seemed to suggest a new bond.

They had always been close. When they were in hostel together, when they shared stories of their first nights of sex with their respective husbands; all the usual things that girls discussed. But there was a new closeness now.

Deepa had spotted Sunita and her dad going at each other. Her eyes had met with Sunita's as she chanced upon them. Sunita had been riding Uncle Shom's cock to submission when Deepa had walked in; Shom had his back to his daughter and Sunita had locked eyes with Deepa over his shoulder. Deepa was grateful in her heart for Sunita's ability to reach out to the lonely and depressed man.

And yet they never spoke to each other about it. What was Deepa to say? That she was happy her friend had fucked her dad? And Sunita? Could she brazenly tell Deepa that her dad was a sexy and vigorous fuck who outdid her husband by a mile? That was the truth running in each of their minds. And the truth is often best left unsaid.

Deepa's house that day was awash with visitors. Uncles and aunts, cousins and their spouses, friends and others, all came and went through the day. Sunita and Uncle Shom had to be content with polite civil conversation with each other.

"How are you, beta? And the kids? Pity Karan couldn't join us as planned," said Shom to Sunita. In his mind, his focus was on her breasts which he had mauled and sucked and on her narrow waist and flaring hips which made such a comfortable repository for his now throbbing manhood. Oh God, she looked lovely with her hair in a cascade.

"Just fine, Uncle! Aur aap kaise hain (how are you)? Not getting too moody I hope!" she joked, tossing her hair. "If I reach inside your dhoti I am sure I will find the monster ready to lunge from his lair," she thought to herself. She longed to touch and gently outline that wondrous cock as she had fantasized many a night. Today they were so close, yet so far.