Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"So did you wake up your wife and do it to her?" she asked.

"No," he lied.

"Then you slept off like that only?" she pushed on.

"No, I managed it," he said.

"How do you manage that?" she asked.

He described how a man masturbates.

She listened and slowly the gown fell open again. Her lips were agape, her mouth seemed wet and Nalini's eye had a gleam.

"well, okay then," she said. "I need to sign off. It is time for him to come for lunch," said Nalini.

She blew him an air kiss. He wanted to ask her for her response to his description of masturbation. Had she no reaction? Did she feel nothing? But she was gone.

The professor's first chore on reaching home was to take a shower. He would then sit down for a round of supper / tiffin which his wife usually kept ready for him, on time. Same time, every day. The professor was thankful for the clockwork manner in which Nalini managed the household routine. So much so that he never questioned her menu.

As a creature of habit he entered the bath as he did every day. He never locked the door for there were only the two of them in the house at any time. His wife on occasion walked in to get something from the bathroom shelf. And neither of them really bothered about the other in the process.

So when the professor heard the door open as he showered he paid no attention to it at all. Nalini seemed to be around for longer than usual, he noticed today. It was a complete surprise and shock for him as he suddenly felt his wife's large soft breasts press into his bare back. Arms came around his chest as she hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

She replied by twisting gently the knobs of his nipples. She before had never treated the professor to this kind of brazen sexual advances. "What have you been reading?" he asked, groaning gently.

Kissing his ear and playing with lobes one hand stayed on his breast, teasing, twisting and turning the nipple playfully and the other hand moved down to the fast rising cock.

The professor was reasonably endowed. Nothing to scoff at; nothing to report either. His erection was ready by the time her hand reached its target. In line with how Sunil had described the manner in which he masturbated, she ringed the cock at the base. Pressing it lightly, she found the erection swell a bit more. Then she placed her palm below the shaft, lifting it gently as if assessing its weight.

She closed her fist around it. For the first time she realized, in all these years, that her fist closed around the trunk of the cock completely. When she stroked him once, for the first time she realized how sensitive a cock could be. She had never really touched him 'down there'. The professor shuddered.

As he shuddered she pulled him closer, holding him tight while he did so.

"You have been looking up something?" he asked, not really bothered about what she might say in reply.

She slid her hand back, pulling his foreskin back till he yelped in his discomfort. She relaxed her grip a little, learning the tricks of the trade by doing. Sunil's instruction had not quite been complete. But when slid up and outward she found she could grip tighter. When sliding back and inwards she needed to balance between grip and movement.