Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Now he turned her around and had her face down on the bed. The girl was drained and ravaged, her top in tatters and her pajama and panty dragging along, her hair a mess, his saliva on her breasts, wet streaks on her thighs and hands clammy with his juices. He lay along her back and his cock prodded the ass cheeks.

Thakurain watched through the door from across the corridor as her husband crawled over the body of the prone woman under. She could see only one part of the bed from where she was but what she saw told her the whole story. She watched as Thakur pressed himself on the woman lying below who had to be her daughter -- in -- law.

Binita felt the now dry cockhead nudge her ass. She lifted her hips to angle her pussy to his searching probing cock. She didn't want him to find her anus so in frantic haste she reached under and her fingers grasped the pillar. She held it to her pussy and waited for his thrust. He thrust in and sank into the waiting cunt. Binita now was able to let go and prop herself up allowing her pussy to be plundered from behind. Thakur reached under and cupped her breasts, holding them as handles, riding her like a bitch.

"Binita, you are my bitch" he muttered. He fucked hard and furious. She fucked back. She twisted and turned her cunt to try conquer his cock. Quickly she reached back with one hand and ringed his cock with two fingers. The extra sensations and the pulling back of his skin made his cock bulge harder still.

She fucked back. "I am your Binita who is going to take you when she wants, where she wants Babuji!" she panted.

The Thakurain watched in amazement as her husband and daughter-in-law talked dirty and engaged in an animal duel of fucking.

Binita lost control of her cunt as the pounding triggered her millionth orgasm that afternoon. Profanity spewed from her lips as she begged to be subdued.

"Chodo mujhe Babuji. Mujhe apni randi banao!" she wailed. (Fuck me Babuji, make me your whore).

The words had the desired effect on Thakur. He bellowed as his seed shot forth into her pussy, filling her with its warm gush. Once, twice, thrice, the Thakur's head jerked and his body thrust back and forth as he tried to maximize the pleasure of her cunt juicing his cock.

She put her head down and her hands gripped the sheet tight in both fists, her ass thrust in the air and flailing back it him, milking him with her thrusts.

"Ah! Babuji! Le lo! Take! Finish me! Kuch mat chodo!" she babbled as she came in torrents. Her pussy started to drip onto the sheet below as she quaked and shook to contain the massive explosions erupting into her pussy from behind.

Thakur leaned forward and collapsed on her back as the orgasm drained him. As he spent his fingers dug into her flesh around the ass and hips and he slowed down to make sure he didn't slip out and miss the warmth of her accepting pussy. He lurched in shorter spurts and slowed down, coming to rest on her, his cheek on her back. His hand lazily reached under and found her breasts again and he caressed the now softening nipples. Sleep overcame him from the exertion and as his cock receded and slipped out, he slid to the bed.

He was almost instantly asleep. The Thakurain watched from her secret corner as her bahu knelt on the bed, her clothes, sindoor and hair in complete disarray. She was stained and marked everywhere as his woman. She reached for the sheet and spread it over him, covering his nakedness from the world.

She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up the pajama. The top was torn and her breasts were hanging exposed. The cord of the pajama had slipped into the channel and could not be pulled. As she stood, she held her pajama to her and shuffled. One hand cupped onto her crotch and held her clothes there to soak up the flood of his semen seeping from there.

Binita shuffled across the room and out of the door and quickly went across to her wing of the haveli hoping not to meet anyone on the way.

Her aching limbs, her stretched bones, her pounded pussy and the energy of the lovemaking all assured her of a sound night's sleep ahead.

She did not notice the Thakurain observe her state from her secret corner. Nor could she have possibly known of that lady's shock and arousal from having seen the most wild exhibition of lust in her life.

If Binita and Thakur had let lust conquer and swamp their relationship, Thakurain had just been introduced to voyeurism. She had known about her husband all along. But something about the new young woman who had arrived as the daughter-in-law made her want to know more about her husband.

The Thakurain began to plot her own satiation in this new game.