Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Despite having cum in torrents just a short while ago, the excitement of this encounter, its complete illegitimacy and the sizzling sexual energy of Binita had aroused him to a point where he was ready to burst forth once again.

He felt strong surges of semen emanate from his depths. He timed his thrust to be deeply embedded in her with his cock, the skin surely pulled back, the head swollen and large as a result, its mouth at her womb so that when the semen gushed forth, it flooded her deepest being.

Binita sobbed and sighed as she felt the warmth spread inside her. It was so soothing even as the frenzy of passion made her grind and thrust herself at him. It was as if she wanted to melt into him and that the two of them should fuse at the loins and the pleasure should never come to an end.

He jerked, convulsed and came in huge surges. Each surge was timed to a deep thrust into her. And he held himself there till his cock needed one more stroke to release the next surge of cum.

The timing of his thrusting and release was exquisite and she felt so completed and so fulfilled by the shared orgasm.

Her hips shuddered and pounded in decreasing intensity as her orgasm swept through her and every pore in her body felt as if it were sexual. Her body was humming all over as if the orgasm had occurred not in her pussy but in every cell in her body.

They pushed against each other on that wet floor there, squirming, squeezing and groping. Orgasms subsided and gave way to long lingering caresses. But the subsidence of orgasm also brought back a flood of realization that they were in a vulnerable position. Binita gently pushed at his shoulder, as the Thakur grew drowsy with the release and the combined effect of his long massage and the exertions.

He grunted as she tried to rouse him. As his body relaxed his weight came to rest on her and moving him became ever more difficult for her.

She tousled his hair and stroked his ass but this only led him to a gentle snore. Binita panicked and shook him more vigorously now. This roused the Thakur and he heaved himself up on his elbows and looked at the woman pinned under him, resplendent in the afterglow of her sexual release her breasts now becalmed and in a state of repose.

As she pushed him further, he lifted himself off; his penis slid out of her, no longer erect and hard but still heavy and full. It seemed he would remain in a permanent state of arousal over his young woman. The cock was still seeping fluid and had not shrunk as it usually might.

Binita gathered herself, trying to smooth her clothes as best as she could. But the truth could not be hidden, she was wet and the patches betrayed she had been lying on the floor. Patches of wetness between her legs marked the places where Thakur's copious discharges had overflowed. Her blouse was open and her bra askew.

She reddened in embarrassment at this sight of her own self. It was amazing how lust caused shameless abandon and how clear everything looked when the passion had receded. She hurriedly did only three of the five hooks on her blouse and covered herself as best as she could with her pallo, as the Thakur looked on with satisfaction at his handiwork.

"Welcome home," he said to her, as she regained her composure for the rapid walk back to her bedroom. She had just over a half hour to appear tidy and composed before her husband returned home and she knew she needed that time.

As she headed up, carefully avoiding encounters with anyone, especially her mother-in-law, Binita realised that she was caught in an inescapable cycle of lust driven by the chemistry between the Thakur and herself.

With that thought, she returned to the sanctuary of her bedroom.