Adultery Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"With every jerk, he thrust his hips, repeating your name over and over. And he came in copious torrents. I suspect it is messier for him when he fantasizes about you as he masturbates," Deepa reminisced.


"How do you know that? It is impossible. You cannot be right," countered Sunita, while knowing it to be true and perhaps the real evidence of all that Deepa had said was the flow between her legs right now.

"You forget I wash his clothes. I see the damp spots, the large wet areas and depending on how soon after I am washing clothes I can see gobs and gobs of his cum," said Deepa. She turned towards her friend. "He needs you, don't say no!" she pleaded.

Sunita's mind was in a whirl. She just wanted to blindly accept Deepa's offer. It was better than her plan of sneaking out of Deepa's room into his room after she had fallen asleep. On the face of it, Deepa was requesting Sunita. In reality, to Sunita it was an offer. Sleep in the same room, be his woman, and take him as her own man for one full night. Knowing him, she was sure it would be more than just one fuck in a night. She wanted to say "Yes", but she did not know how to do it without seeming like a sluttish whore. "Damn!" cursed Sunita, inwardly, "Damn society! Damn taboos! Damn everything!"

"Ok," said Deepa with a sigh of resignation as she mistook Sunita's silence for denial.

"Wait!" blurted out Sunita in panic. She didn't want to lose this chance. She knew Uncle Shom was a stallion. She thirsted to fuck him, not once but twice. Or as many times as he could take her in one night. She wanted him to take her and her to take him in as many different ways as their imagination allowed. And that is what was on offer: a night of wanton, unrestrained loving and lust between Sunita Beti and Uncle Shom.

She hugged Deepa and hid her face in the crook of her friend's shoulder as she confessed, "Yes, I will sleep with him, in his room. I know he needs that comfort of a woman and why should that woman not be me?"

"Thank you! I knew you would for me," replied Deepa.

With the damn inside her having burst, Sunita revealed her true feelings. "It is not that I am doing you or him a favor, Deepa. I want him just as much. I love making love to him, holding him when he cums and comforting him. Yes," sighed Sunita. She caressed Deepa's cheek with her own, her hands roaming over her friend's back and shoulder, conveying more than just affection.

Deepa pushed Sunita back so she could see her face. She looked deep into her friend's eyes and said "No, I really mean it. Thank you!" She then proceeded to hug her to her bosom, breast caressing breast, cheek caressing cheek and hands roaming over her the body her father was sure to claim soon enough.

A short while later Sunita made her way up the stairs, carrying for Uncle Shom his nightly glass of warm milk. The oddity was not lost on Sunita. A glass of warm milk was indeed what an Indian bride carried to the nuptial chamber on a wedding night.

Sunita's hands trembled. She was not nervous; it was tremors of lust that preceded the eruption of a volcano. When she entered the room she found Uncle Shom lying on the bed on his right side, facing away from the door. His left hand was moving, on the front of his body. Instantly, Sunita knew what he was doing. This was the kind of moment Deepa probably encountered around the house every day; her father masturbating. Sunita cleared her throat.

Shom looked over his shoulder and ceased activity. He saw that it was Sunita rather than Deepa. He did not sit up for his dhoti was askew and he was sporting a massive erection. He did not remove his hand either for that would have merely attracted attention. He wanted to do all that in stages so that nothing appeared amiss.

"Beti," he said, trying to sound matter of fact and appear normal. Sunita knew that in this same situation Deepa would not have entered the room and would have simply let the man continue unhindered. She also took note that on those various occasions Deepa did not go away and rather preferred to indulge the voyeur in her by watching her father complete his self-gratification.

Sunita sat on the bed, behind her Uncle Shom. Gently she reached for his left arm and tugged at it, pulling his hand away from his cock. The cock sprang back to its normal position and Shom sighed from the relief of the tugging and the release that followed.

"Aaj aapko iss ki zarurat nahi hai," she whispered, "I am here, na!" (Today you have no need to do this, I am here, no!)