Adultery A Housewife or a Whore by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Amit: "Wash yourself Rekha. What if a single cell of my sperm makes its way deep into your ovaries? I hope you understand what I mean by I will protect you."

Rekha (kissing his arms): "I am on pill so I am already protected dear."

Amit: "You are indeed a customer's dream whore."

He kissed her back on her shoulders and hugged her. He then used the washroom and cleaned himself up. He sat on the laptop and started to work on completing the website.

Amit: "The only limitations I have written is that you don't like to be kissed on lips."

Rekha was surprised to realize that she was roaming around nude (with lights on) after sex for the first time in her life. It gave her a sense of freedom, a sense of liberation as well. A sense of getting in touch with things she liked.

She just nodded her approval. Her eyes were busy enjoying the other nude body in front of her.

Amit: "I have blurred the face of the pictures that I have put up."

Rekha just listened.

Amit smiled back at her. They also discussed other issues like protection from venereal diseases, how to screen the customers etc. Rekha was glad that she would not have to bother about such important issues. Amit would take care of them.

Amit: "You need to clarify one more thing. There are clients who have special requests. How do you propose to handle them?"

Rekha: "What kind of special requests do you mean?"

Amit could clearly make out that she had not envisaged anything of this kind.

Amit: "Different people have different kinks. Some client might request for a threesome. Some people like being watched, some people love watching and so on."

Rekha: "You can write that it depends on me if I agree for the special requests or not. Please also mention that special requests will attract special rates as well."

Amit: "Rekha, you will give every whore a run for their money."

Rekha blushed, grabbed his arms and sunk into his chest to move away from his constant stares. Rekha had brought nuts and juices while Amit worked.

Rekha: "Have some nuts and juices."

Amit: "Why?"

Rekha: "Proteins and liquids help you rejuvenate for second round."

Amit: "Second round of what?"

Rekha clearly whimpered as she answered his question.

Rekha: "Sex."

Amit did not seem to be in any kind of a hurry as he talked to her. Rekha did not look so patient though. Amit shifted his stares to the laptop and started working once again. He was almost done with minor details. His basic material was ready to be uploaded. He needed to finalize a name for her website. His penis dangled beautifully as he walked towards her. Rekha stood, absolutely mesmerized. A flash happened where she saw herself on the floor, giving him a blowjob. She felt so very whorish. She snapped out of her imaginations feelings Amit's hands on her body. Amit guided her back towards the bed.

Amit: "I want a name for the website. Which name comes first to your mind?"

Rekha was visibly chocking. She felt a renewed surge of hormones in her privates. She could not ever think that she would be doing this.

Rekha: "You are the pimp, you decide."

Amit took her hands and made her cup his balls. That was all the inspiration she needed. She could not muster enough courage to look into his eyes and she, once again, sunk into his chest while her hands fondled his testicles and not so limp penis.

Amit: "It is your kink and you have to decide it."

Her hands were not so gentle now as she felt the veins engorging with the fresh flow of blood (in his penis). She grasped his shaft quite hard but the movements she made were quite slow. It was something which Amit had never experienced. Rekha suggested a name.

Amit: "It sounds like some Chinese company trying to prove that they are number one."

Rekha: "Am I not number one in what I do?"

He did not say anything at all. He, instead, looked in the direction of her hands working on his privates.

Amit: "You certainly deliver something one has never experienced. Maybe you can suggest a name based on that."

Amit never knew what he had said but the result was something which made him yelp in pleasure. The only thing that changed places was her hand - her mouth took the place of her hands. The friction on his penis was equal if not more. He was rock hard within seconds. Had he not ejaculated before, he would have been spilling his beans into her mouth this very instant. Her hands worked on his testicles and thighs as her mouth gobbled his penis. Rekha felt quite irritated as Amit told her to stop what she was doing.

Amit: "I stopped you as I need a name from you. You better move away from me and think of a name fast."

His precum was oozing from the side of her lips as she stood inspecting her reflection in the mirror. She was still missing the fullness in her mouth, a shade more than fullness actually. It was more like stretching her jaws but she was still missing his penis inside her mouth.

Amit: "The name has to be such that people should find it easily."

She nibbled at his ear lobes. She later whispered a name (for the website) which came to her mind. Amit pondered and found the name to be perfect. He just smiled and nodded his agreement to the name. He registered the domain name and awaited the approval. He knew he had some time at hand now and he wanted to make the most of it. He turned to face Rekha.

Before she could assess what he was up to, he was all over her. His hands, lips and fingers were wrecking havoc on her body. She could do nothing but lay back and enjoy being swept away to ecstasy by the expert lover. She had experienced his soft and smooth skills till now. Today, it seemed, was the day of rough love. His fingers had an urgency with which they moved. They had a certain uncaring attitude to the way they moved. The rough movements were giving her a sensation that never existed in her mind. Her body was not only loving it but also responding likewise. The more her body responded, the rougher he got. Amit stopped doing everything all together and instead looked directly into her eyes.

Rekha: "What?"

Amit: "Nothing."

He started to move his fingers away. Rekha's pussy squeezed on his fingers and did not let it move out.

Rekha: "What?"

Amit: "Tell me what you want."

Amit felt a new wave of juices on his fingers. He smiled and kept on looking at her.

Rekha: "Don't stop now please. Do anything, everything that you want. Just make me cum."

Rekha did not know how the words came out of her mouth but they did. Amit asked her to relax her thighs to let his fingers move a bit. Rekha blushed quite hard to realize that her thighs were clasping hard on his hands. She relaxed her grip on his hands. Amit started to slowly torture her once again. Within a matter of seconds, he found her most sensitive spots and Rekha knew that she would soon convulse once again on his fingers.

The roughness with which he had felt her made her feel a shade sore inside. The effect of the mildly rough love though left her desiring for more. She opened her eyes to look into his. She could do nothing but moan as she felt his fingers gently sliding in and around her clitoris. She was so very desperate once again. His lips were only a few millimeters away. She knew he was teasing her, making her test her limits. In that awkward moment, she let her lips get close to his and started to kiss him. She kissed every single spot on his face but his lips. Her wet kisses made him moan and his finger around her clitoris made her moan. She opened her eyes to look into his but could not keep them open as her animal instincts told her that she was going to convulse yet again. She went short of breath as she climaxed.