Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"But you do not know about ejaculation?" he asked, clinging on to his point of hope.

"No," she replied firmly. "You come. Make me experience everything!"

He felt good at that. "I will come," he promised, not knowing how he would make good on that assurance.

"Chalo, bye," she said abruptly. "I have to go."

She did not switch off her computer. This was becoming a pattern with her. But this time, there was no immediate action.

Shyam switched to some work leaving Skype on in the background. It was in the late afternoon that he heard some noises that were unusual. A young man was in the bedroom again. The male voice was aggressive this time.

"Nalini ma'am. I need you," insisted the voice.

Shyam shut the door to his workroom and switched screens. Nalini had her back to the camera. In front of her was a young man, not unlike the fellow he had seen the previous day.

"Your breasts felt wonderful around me. But, please. Let me make love to you? Please let me have some of you?"

"Love to me?" she said mockingly. "I just gave you some pleasure, okay? Don't get confused with funny ideas of love."

His hands appeared on her shoulders. He seemed to press on them to pull her to him. But she did not let him.

"You cannot get pleasure each time. Sometimes you have to give pleasure, too!" she ordered him.

To the uninitiated student, pleasuring her meant only one thing. The student thought of mounting her, hands and mouth on her breasts, his own cock deeply embedded in her. Her hot bubbly cunt grabbing at him. The memories of her large breasts in his hands, lips and then, forming a channel for his cock were indelibly etched in his mind. From that day, he had unceasingly looked for the next opportunity. Unceasingly masturbated to her memory. Imagined her breasts, her tight ass, and her flat stomach and the way it dipped below.

But she kept things in tight control. He got no opportunity. Finally, he had contrived some work to be here today. He wanted to fuck. He felt passionate about her. "I love you," he mumbled.

She laughed. Her voice was sexy and her laugh sounded even sexier. "You think you love me. You actually love the experience of being with me," she said.

"But I want you," he stammered. She nodded in affirmation. But she had her newest lesson in mind.

From where Shyam was he could see hands on her shoulders. The hands disappeared and from the way Nalini was moving her head he thought the student was massaging those large mounds. He heard her laugh. Then she turned around. She was now facing the camera.

She tugged at her saree so that it fell in a heap at her feet. The young man came up behind her and put his arms around, cupping her so loved breasts. She did not stop him. His fingers searched out her nipples and he twiddles on those long knobs. He kissed her neck and she gave herself to the momentary pleasure of his ministrations.

But as she did so, her hands were busy. Shyam's eyes widened as she undid the cord of her petticoat and she pushed the garment over the wide curve of her hips. The young man closed the gap between them and dry humped her from behind, his hands using the breasts as handles to grip.

She turned around slowly. Shyam saw the tight, taut abdomen dip as the body contoured to the valley below, like a beach dipping into an ocean. And then the flare of her hips: wide and welcoming, just the kind of hips any man would like to sink in to.

She was now facing him. The student ducked to suck at her breasts but she had her blouse on. She sat down. He moved closer. She did not touch him. He kissed the top of her head. She leaned back and lay down. The young man found her lying agape in front of him at the edge of the bed. He reached for his trousers to open and unleash his throbbing cock. The goal was near! It grew impossibly large in anticipation.