Adultery Uncle & Sunita: Unleashed by Deepa by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As the orgasm spread like wildfire through his body, Shom sucked in a huge quantity of air. Sunita pulled him down and covered his mouth with her own. Shom screamed his orgasm, low in volume and high in pitch, into her throat. The wild bucking caused a small release in her and she joined him in the passion, and her tongue plunged into his mouth as she held him tight to help him through.


"I think I want to sleep early," Karan was saying to Deepa. That conversation was lost in the crescendo in the minds of Shom and Sunita.

The brief moment when Shom felt he might pee passed and his whole body shuddered as his cock melted in the strangest of orgasms he had ever had.

His cock released a gush of fluid, not in shots or bolts of cum, but in a surging release of large dollops of semen, accompanied by prolonged shuddering. In that instant, Shom knew what a woman must feel when in orgasm. The pleasure emanated in ever-widening pools, each surge just a melting of his cock. His pouring into her was a liquefying and pouring out of his being, which was so appropriate for the way he felt about Sunita. She was to be worshipped, loved, cherished and what better way than to surrender to her? And what bigger surrender than letting go his entire being into her, with neither shame nor restraint?

Deepa engaged Karan in small talk about Uncle Shom and how his life had been altered after Ma's passing away. But this chatter too had no chance of being noticed.

The storm of a man's orgasm is of deep meaning to his woman. The spasming, uncoordinated thrusting, the loss of any kind of muscular control, the concentration on the intensity of his own pleasure with every thrust – none of these are suited to deliver the physical pleasure that comes from a methodical stimulation to orgasm. The exception is a simultaneous orgasm where both peak together and the joy of arriving together at the apogee is perhaps the trigger of the pleasure itself.

But it is of immense psychological fulfillment to be the harbor that absorbs the raging and violent storm of the male orgasm. And so Sunita clung to her Uncle, caressing his arms, his back and running her fingernails on his hard muscles, eking out every frisson that was ready for release in each cell of his body. He wept, tears flowing freely – as freely as the vast surges of semen flowed from him to her.

She hugged him and soothed him, caressing his head and stroking his back. The man was a child in her soothing arms, even as his manhood lay embedded in her, filling her with his seed. She rocked him and cradled him, opening her hips wide to take in all of him. As her legs spread wide, she found she could beat a rhythm on his ass which thumped him into her, shaking out in small jerks and dribbles anything that was left to flow.

The waves of pleasure, the relief at the release before any interruption and the release of months of pent up sexual tension left Shom in a stupor.

He lay on Sunita, his entire weight on her. She gently stroked his arms, feeling the firm hard body. She lay under him, legs spread, his cock still engorged and in side her even as it lost its mass. She felt the huge quantities of his semen clog her womb, the warmth spreading and comforting her.

She heard him snore gently and the quiet of the night was soothing, except for the noises from the phone.

She did not want to get up. She did not want to disturb Uncle Shom. She did not want to stop clinging to him. And she certainly didn't want to leave him soon.

The footsteps on the stairway convinced her to do what she didn't want to do. She stirred Uncle Shom and pushed him off her gently and he fell back on the bed, flat on his back. She kissed him on his cheek and reached for the caftan which was to serve as her night dress for tonight.

She slipped it over her head. There was no time to pause for her bra or collect her clothes scattered all around the room.

Quickly, she covered Uncle with his spread out dhoti, stained as it was with fluids. Sunita slipped out of the doors behind the curtain. She parted the curtains to appear on the landing just as Karan and Deepa were coming up to the landing level.

Raising her hands over her head, pulling her hair back and tying it to look tidy, Sunita retied the hair band and wished her husband with a cheery, "Hi!"

"Look at this guy!" she said to Deepa, "Ek din bhi biwi ko chhod kar nahi reh sakta!" (He cant stay away from his wife for even a day!) Sunita was red and on her cheek were clear signs of abrasion. To Deepa's eyes her friend had the look of a well-fucked woman who had barely had time to recompose herself.

Deepa was staring at her friend in disbelief trying to connect the sounds that she heard on the phone with the sight that Sunita now presented. Karan had his hands around Sunita and thankfully was side by side with her. He was telling Deepa of the plan for the following day.

"Chal, lets go to bed early, we have to get an early start tomorrow," he said. Going to bed early was Karan's standard coded message that he was seeking privacy.

As Karan ushered her in to the bedroom, Sunita stared at Deepa and start to feel the fluids in her womb start to seep. She lay down on her side of the bed with her back to Karan. As she felt his hand on her hip, urging her to turn to him, she felt a flood of the semen flow out and stain her caftan.

"Wait, I need to use the loo," muttered Sunita and escaped to the sanctuary offered by the bathroom.