Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Talk and Action Ch. 02

"What was the message you left me on Skype?" he asked Nalini when they met next.

"Oh, that! I masturbated him," she said matter of factly, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sunil's cock leaped at the sexually explicit opening. In past conversations it took him some twenty minutes of idle chatter to get to this point. This was new and held promise. If this was start where could be reach twenty minutes later?

"It works!" she exclaimed with obvious delight.

"Of course it does! Did you think I was fibbing?" he asked.

"No. But there is so much I don't know!" Nalini exclaimed to Sunil over the conversation. She was leaning forward and Sunil could look deep into her cleavage. Her large breasts hung and weighed open the fabric of her blouse. It often occurred to Sunil that Nalini probably did not know how much of her body was on display over Skype.

"Like what?" asked Sunil leading her on. This was his habit. It was always his game to lead her on to discussing her sex life openly. She asked innocent questions. He indulged in descriptions of sex and sexuality. It turned him on and he usually fucked his wife with a special vigor. Or masturbated. What was going to be the direction of today's discussion.

"What is titty-fucking?" she asked. She held her forefinger between her teeth and gave a mischievous smile with a twinkle. She was really her attractive best when she mixed her innocence with her inherent sexuality.

"Where did you hear that?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "You are a professor's wife. Surely this is not in his math book?" he asked laughingly.

"No, just. On the net," she replied defensively.

"And what madam, do you look up on the net?" he asked, laughingly.

"No I didn't use to look up such topics. But masturbation surprised me. It surprised him, too!" she laughed mischievously.

"Did it?" asked Sunil, egging her on.

"Yes," she replied.

"When did you do it, in bed at night?" asked Sunil.

"No, I could not have waited that long. I was eager to find out so I ambushed him in the shower. And I could not have looked him eye to eye doing something so bold. So I caught him from behind," she explained, her face all innocence as she seemed to be relating bland facts.

Sunil could imagine her pressed against him.

"Didn't you get wet?" he asked.

"Yes, but I took my clothes off, na!" she explained. As if on cue she leaned forward and gave him a good look at the deep valley between her breasts. Sunil felt he could not manage his erection any further. Adjusting the camera a bit he pressed his cockhead for some relief.

"Tell me, na?" she implored. He loved it when she pleaded in that loaded tone.

And here a strange feature of their conversation intervened. She would never describe any sexual organs. Any words she used were innocent questions that she put to her friend.

On the other hand all his replies were guarded in the use of descriptions and phrases. He cautiously started with terms that Nalini found acceptable and slowly, as she got involved and turned on, used words that she might have found less acceptable in the initial phases.

"It involves doing what a man does to a woman, but between her breasts," explained Sunil.

"You mean kissing?" asked Nalini.

"You know it means something else," he replied.

"What?" asked Nalini.

"Like making love," he explained.

"You mean - fucking? Fucking the breasts? How does that work?" she asked.

"The same way your fingers worked on the professor's cock," he said.

"But I was able to grip him in my fist. How does this work, titty-fucking?" she asked.

Sunil's thoughts went to the mental image of the lucky professor. He, Sunil worked the wife up and there the professor benefited. Not fair. He decided to bring himself into the conversation more clearly.

"If you were to hold your breasts together, and I were to place myself between them and fuck... then that would be titty-fucking," said Sunil, feeling his cock harden ever more.

"You were to place yourself? Tell me in detail, na?" she begged him.,

"Well, if my cock was nestling between your breasts. And I was fucking you," he said, shifting in his seat as his cock got uncomfortably hard.

"Are you squirming?" she asked.

"And you?" He replied evasively.

"I don't even understand what you are saying. How will doing 'that' between my breasts do anything for either of us?" she asked. The emphasis on the word 'that' was typical of Nalini when she wanted to avoid using a sexually explicit word.

"It can be warm and massages the cock well. Enough of sliding in and out ... and it mimics fucking enough to make the man cum" he told her. This was the conversation he always aimed to have with her. Suggestive, erotic, explicit.

"But where does all that cum go?" she asked, her curiosity quite genuine.

"Where did it go when you masturbated?" he replied with a question of his own. He refused to use the term 'him' to end the sentence. It had to always be Sunil, he had made up his mind.

"At that time some of it shot and hit the wall. Most of it flowed over my hands. Like lava," she said thoughtfully. "Here there is nothing gripping... him." She still hesitated to use the anatomical reference, though she had moved to using the "f" word. There was no other way to communicate she felt.