Adultery Some Short Stories... From Internet

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Then started the real drama.


Nothing happened for three days following Baasanti's departure. Only I was feeling sad. I remembered her chut and masturbated more frequently than ever.

On the afternoon of the fourth day I was trying to engage my mind into study with a book in one hand and erect lund in the other. In came Suman Bhabhi. I was taken totally unaware. Quickly I adjusted my clothes and hid my lund. But, my friends, it is not easy to hide a fully erect lund. Bhabhi had an eyeful before I could hide it. With a mischievous smile on her sweet lips she asked, " Kyun Devarji, padhai kaisi chal rahi hai? Mein kuchh madad kar sakati hun?" (Hi, Devar ji, how is the study going on? Can I be helpful?)

I had difficulty in speaking as, suddenly my mouth had gone dry. With a voice totally foreign to me I said, "n..no, no, thanks Bhabhi. Every thing is ...is ....al...alright."

With a sparkle in her eyes she said, "You had something in your hand when I came in, which you hid some where. What was it? Where is it?"

I had recovered to some extent and I was not to be out done. With a serious face I said, "Ohhh ...that? That is of no use to you."

Bhabhi was adamant, said, "Very well, let me take a look." Without warning she grabbed my lund, squeezed it and dropped it. She said, "Oh God, what are you doing with a piece of wood? Are you crazy?"

"Bhabhi, cut the crap. Tell me why are you here at this odd hour?"

She smiled sweetly again and said, "Just to ask you a question."

"Which is?"

"How did you like Baasanti's black pussy?"

I was shocked. Shocked and excited. As such I had deep liking for Suman Bhabhi. I had never thought of fucking either of the older Bhabhis. With Suman it was other way round, there was no time when I ceased thinking about fucking her. That day it looked like she was adding fuel to the fire. First she grabbed my lund, and then uttered 'pussy'. I was puzzled but not my lund. It was in the process of wilting but now reverted itself and became fully erect once again. It did not go unnoticed by Bhabhi who said, "See, see your lund is saluting merely on hearing her name."

I tried to wriggle out by telling a lie, "What are you talking about, Bhabhi? What have I to do, if anything, with Baasanti's pussy? I have not seen Baasanti, let aside her pussy as you call it."

"I see, may be she came in here for prayer meetings every night?"

"Wrong. She has not come here at all."

With a sly smile she pulled out a panty, stiff with dried semen on it. She waved it in my face and asked, "This was found in your bed. Whose is it?"

Here I committed a fatal blunder blurting out confidently, "This cannot be hers because she never ... never....oh o. "

"Yes, you are right she never put on a panty. But then how do you know?"

"O.K., I plead guilty. I fucked her, o.k.? So what? She came by herself to me. Did I do anything wrong?"

"That will be decided by your Bhaiya."

My heart sank on hearing his name. I knew he did not approve of extra marital sex especially with a servant. I threw myself at her mercy and said, "Why have you to bring Bhaiya in this matter? Please don't tell him. In return I will do anything you tell me to do, any time, anywhere. You tell me and I will do it. Anything under the sun, but no Bhaiya, Please, my beloved Bhabhi?"

That was when she seriously told what she wanted of me and why. She talked for half an hour at the end of which I was convinced that she was right.

First she made me take an oath of secrecy. That done she proceeded to test my knowledge of human reproduction asking questions about lund, choot, semen, spermatozoa, pregnancy etc.

Once satisfied, she said, "You know why your Bhaiya cannot father a child?"

"No. Why? Does he not fuck you good?"

"That he does and quite well indeed, with all three of us. Every time he takes us to the climax and deposits large quantity of semen in the chut. But there are no sperms in his semen. His balls do not produce the essential element, the sperms."

"What could be done?"

"I intend to give him a son."

"How?"

"That is where you step in."

It took me a couple of minutes before settling in my conscious brain. Then it clicked. Bhabhi was asking me to plant a baby in her womb. But how could that be done without fucking? That means I will have to fuck her. Oh Boy.

Then I realized that she had deliberately trapped me with Baasanti so that I would not deny her proposal. However I did not feel bad about it, in fact I liked it. She apologized and also informed me that of her own she wanted to be a mother. With an expression of shock on my face I said, "Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You and me? You are like a mother to me. How can I fuck you?"

"Simple, be a madarchod. (mother fucker)."

"Bhabhi, please do not joke."

"I am not joking. Do you wish I go to an unknown man or to a servant or to some nin com poop and allow his dirty cock up into my chut? Do you wish that?"

"Stop it. I do not want you to do that and you know it. But .... "

"But, let your Bhaiya know and ask for his permission?"

"No, no. He would kill both of us merely for thinking on these lines."

"Relax, Mangal. Our scriptures have recognized sixteen different types of 'sons', this kind being one of them."

Even though I was feeling tickled in my heart at the prospect of fucking Suman Bhabhi, I made a show of reluctant acceptance. At long last I consented.

To make amends I smiled and said, " It was not necessary for you to take all this trouble, Baasanti and all. You could have simply called for me and I would have fucked you anytime any where."

She felt shy, her face flushed but she said, "Do not brag. Fucking requires a lund and you only have a nunni, I am told."

"Me and nunni? Shall I take it out and show you?"

"No, no, no. Not now, may be in near future."

"You will give me a certificate to that effect."

Ignoring the banter she said, "We shall do like this: Whenever he fucks me, I shall come to you the next day. Say, he fucks me on Monday night at ten, I will come to you on afternoon of Tuesday. In case I conceive, and pray God I do, he will think that it is his doing. This way we will maintain peace in the family."

Friends, after a couple of days Bhaiya went to another village for some work; he was to return after three days. Once he was gone, Suman came to my room in the afternoon. I folded her in my arms and tried to kiss her. Putting her finger on my mouth she said, "Suno, kal raat tumare Bhaiya ne mujhe tin baar choda hai, so aaj mein tera garbh dhar lun to bhi kisi ko shaq nahin padega. Din dauran aane ki vajah bhi yahi hai." (Listen, last night your Bhaiya has fucked me three times. So nobody will suspect us even if I become pregnant by you today. For the same reason I have come during daytime.)

Without speaking I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I wetted it well with my saliva took it out and ran it on her closed lips. Once her lips were wet enough I bent down and licked them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and took my tongue in and started sucking on it. She steadied my head holding it in her hands while I was busy feeling her rounded hips. In the process I had lifted up her sari and petticoat baring her butt to my fingers. My lund instantly had hardened and was already oozing copious amounts of precum.

I stiffened my tongue like lund and started its movements in and out of her mouth not unlike those of a lund in choot. At this point Suman felt for my cock and untied the string of my pajamas. The pajamas fell to the floor, I was not wearing knickers, and she quickly grasped my lund.

I guided her to the bed and set down with her in my lap. She was holding my lund while we continued French kiss. My fingers unhooked her blouse and separated its flaps exposing her breasts overflowing from a tight little bra. I had some difficulty locating the hooks of her bra. At this point she helped me by unhooking bra herself. I completely removed her blouse and bra. She tugged at my nightshirt and taking her hint I removed it. My hands were busy caressing her firm smooth breasts and pinching her knobby areolas and pointy nipples. She had medium sized conical breasts that sat high on the chest. Firm like those of a fourteen year old, they fitted perfectly in my palms. I caressed them one after the other running my fingertips from wide base to pointed peak of a nipple. Goose bumps broke out on her body. My hands also felt itchy. I closed my palm gently over one breast and squeezed. She moaned and my lund started dancing.

I continued playing with her boobs. Her erect nipples were inviting. I touched them with fingers moistened with my saliva and pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. Suman said, "Gently please, my nipples and clit are very sensitive, cannot bear the touch at times like this."

Did I tell you about Suman Bhabhi? She was slim with a height of 5'6" and weight of 120. Her complexion was fair. She had round face with natural rosy cheeks and full lower lip red like a ripe tomato. Her most attractive feature was her eyes which had a kind of sparkle rarely seen. She had straight lustrous and silky hair reaching between knees and ass. She had a well-rounded and shapely ass leading down to long slim legs. She had a flat tummy and tiny waist. I will describe her pussy later on.