Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Soon she had him groaning and fucking her first in rhythm with her movement. She moved her thumb on the head instinctively and found she really had to cling on to the professor for the way he spasmed at that. She now stroked him outward and up hard and fast, inward and down looser and slower and then every stroke she rolled the ball of her thumb over the head.

"Where did you learn this"" groaned the professor, wild with desire. He did not want her to stop at all.

She did not. She fisted him expertly, slowly discovering that the way her hand needed to move was the way his hips moved when she fucked him. Her hand was the cunt for his cock and they moved in rhythm. She had her eyes closed, feeling in fascination the throbbing of his member in her hand like she had never felt in her cunt. She felt the shaking and spasming body with each stroke; the kind she had felt only when he was ready to cum while fucking her.

She had her other hand move down to his cock as well. On hand worked on the head while the other hand worked on the shaft. She coordinated the movements so well that there was no gap between the pleasures delivered by each hand.

The gap in strokes that allowed professor to luxuriate between strokes vanished. The grip on his shaft gave him the pleasure of fucking while the rub on the head gave him the sensation of cumming.

And cum he did. Great gobs of his semen shot out and spattered on the wall. Nalini's instincts took over as she changed the rhythm of her hand to the rhythm of his thrusting. He thrashed about, cumming in large copious amounts, reminding him of his teenager days when he had first masturbated. His wife's instinctively skillful hands delighted him. That she did not let go allowed him to thrust as much as he wanted to.

That she milked him as he came gave him the satisfaction of a full release. He let his body freely jerk and thrash around and was glad she was clinging to him.

The professor was drained completely. He slid to the floor under the still running shower.

Nalini had progressed from being just a passive housewife, to discovering something new about sex and sexuality. Clinically, she moved to the washbasin and cleaned her hands of the semen that she, till the other day considered yucky.

As the professor got up weakly to rinse himself, Nalini left the bath. After quickly donning a caftan, she logged on to Skype and left a message for Sunil: "Yes you are right. Masturbation works on him."

Sunil, was online at the time and his eyes widened as he read the message. Before he could ask what had happened, she had logged out and left.