Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Talk and Action Ch. 05

Sunil could take no more. The woman Nalini was a mystery. Was she really a babe in the woods or was she playing him? A 50 year-old woman, a mother of kids must be sexually aware enough. And yet, the questions she asked!

Quite apart from that were the reports of sexual activity she kept filing with him. Those which involved her husband - like when she masturbated him, like when she rode him on top - were brief but left nothing to imagination. And those that involved the research student - her leaving the camera on showed him that she was willing to go to new lengths, even if he accepted her lack of knowledge and experience in matters sexual.

Time and time again, Sunil felt that others benefited from the opening out of his virtual lover Nalini. But she was not lover enough to him. Today, he wanted to change that.

"I want to fuck you," he said to her bluntly, right at the start of the conversation. If she was going to get upset so be it. He had in any case gained nothing from being careful with his choice of words. He made her use words that she preferred to hear. It was a conscious decision on his part that only she gets to up the ante. He figured that he would seduce her, and safely and surely dock her into a position where she would want him enough for him to make the short travel to her university town.

"Don't use such words, na!" she cooed. "Say it differently." There was the invitation.

"I could say 'make love to you'. Enter you. Take you. Fill you," he said. With each phrase his erection filled out. His erections were so frequent it was more relevant to ask him when he had not masturbated rather than when he had.

"So, say that, then," she said.

"It does no justice to the way I want to do you," he replied.

"And 'fuck'?" she pronounced the word with an extra animation of her lips, her eyes boring into him across the internet through the computer screen.

Warming to the moment he had been waiting for days now, Sunil leaned forward and said, "'Fuck' conveys the vigor of what I want to do to you."

"Oh, Sunil," whispered Nalini with a shiver. "Tell me, how do you want to do it to me?"

"I want to ravage you. Plunder your pussy. Let you feel the full length and hardness of how I become when I think of you," he said.

"And how do you become when you think of me?" she asked, leaning forward. The top hung open and her massive breasts showed themselves in their glory. He looked down her blouse and took in the sight of those mammaries he so thirsted for.

"I can't show you," he said, shy of revealing himself to her.

"Why?" she asked, glancing down at herself to see if she was indeed showing her breasts to him as best as she could without undressing.

"No, I want you to see it for yourself in person," he said.

"And then what will happen, Sunil," she asked in a sultry voice.

"I will become harder still and pound into you," he said.

"Then do me!" she declared.

Sunil's hand went under the cloth covering his cock and he gripped his erection once again. He started stroking himself. It was obvious to Nalini as to what he was doing.

She lifted her caftan enough to bare her breast. Holding it in one hand she offered him the swollen teat. "Here, Sunil. This is what I want you to suck. Treat it good Sunil," she begged him.

He stared back at the screen. The nipple was luscious and he wanted her madly. He masturbated harder.

"Are you?" he gasped.

"What?" she asked as she squeezed her teat as if extracting milk.

"Pleasuring yourself?" he asked.

She nodded silently. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Fingers dipped in brought out juices and then used it to lubricate the movement over the clit. She sighed her pleasure.

"This is where," gasped Sunil, "I fuck you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" he exclaimed as his hand flew over his cock. He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm.

And then he heard her loud exclamation. Oh great! She seemed to be cumming with him! He opened his eyes and found that that was not the exclamation was about.

Nalini had been interrupted. She now had her back to the computer camera. A man was in the room.

"What are you doing here?" she was asking.

"Sir asked me to get some papers, ma'am," stammered the man. One more research student of the professor's.

Sunil quickly turned off his camera even as he continued to pump his cock although a lot slower.

"But 'sir' did not phone me," said Nalini, trying to make sure her breasts were covered and that her erect nipples were not showing through the fabric. She had been on wanton lusty display to Sunil. And this young man who had intruded into her house was not the tame student she had previously carefully selected for her experiments.

This guy seemed to be one of the professor's more loutish students, an unlikely persona for a research assistant. He was built more like a wrestler. And as with the Indian tradition of wrestling was simply large and beefy.

The student's eyes were on Nalini's luscious breasts. Everything he had heard of her seemed true. Lascivious eyes consumed her and the lusty young man's imagination did the rest.