Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Oh! He his going to get started from the university shortly,” she exclaimed. A change of topic. “You said nothing about my dress?” she complained.

She was elegantly turned out. She wore a jade necklace. Almost square, jagged pieces of jade, not quite regular and yet decreasing in size as they went up and around her neck. Her saree was a complementing shade of deep, blood red with sequins. That garment was amazing in itself. It covered everything and yet, left nothing to imagination. Through the fabric he could see her belly button which seemed to be designed to invite kisses.

Her breasts were wrapped in the upper portion of her saree but bulged. He could see the neckline of the blouse, which showed enough of the upper slopes. The blouse itself had no sleeves – it showed off her well-toned arms.

“You are fabulous!” he said. She held her arm out, putting the saree on display and turned around once. Her round, firm ass looked as if it was gift wrapped to be taken. As his eyes moved up from them he gasped at the vast expanse of inviting skin – it was a bare back blouse which just one tie holding it all together.

He thought of the size of the load that one solitary string had to carry on her chest and he wondered if it might not snap or unravel. His mind went to the scene in a Bollywood movie in which the leading lady held on to the front panels of her blouse, encasing and holding back her breasts as the man untied the string at the back.

He reached out and touched the screen. Nalini, the expert tease that she had become, arched her shoulders back so that the taut flesh on her back, creased along the spine and dimples formed on either side.

God, how he wanted to fuck her! In this attire, he wanted to take her from behind; that well-rounded silk wrapped ass seemed to ask for nothing else.

“You need to wear that for me when we meet!” he begged her, running the base of his palm on his completely erect but trapped cock.

“Of course, darling,” she said with a flourish of her saree, bringing it tightly to wrap around herself. It contoured her entire body to perfection, leaving nothing to imagination.

“But you know – I am not dressed up like this for nothing. I have to go now,” she said, leaning forward. Perhaps as a favor to her friend or perhaps it was her usual carelessness – her saree pallo slipped off her shoulder, her low cut blouse hung and he was treated to the sight of her breasts. She was wearing no bra beneath. He saw her nipples and when she laughed at him the mounds jiggled invitingly.

No bra! And then there was only that one small string at the back. Was she not taking too much of a chance? He asked her the question.

“It is called a bra-less blouse, silly! The cups are stitched in” she said. Thrusting the blouse and her chest at him she said, “Look! You cannot see anything.”

He stared at the luscious offering and wanted to reach through the screen and consume her. The neckline seemed to be more than a third down the way from her breasts and he guessed the areola surrounding the nipple was a fraction of a millimeter away from being exposed.

“But I am terrible at managing a saree, you know,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I hope it does not unravel.”

To Sunil the entire set up seemed a recipe for disaster. He did not mind that as such. He just wanted to be there when it came off, so he could bundle her off and take her somewhere and fuck her till she could not walk and he could not cum any more.

And then someone called her from the porch of the residence.

“The professor has sent one of the students, I think. Let me see what he wants,” she said. Wrapping the silk tightly around her curvaceous, bouncing figure, Nalini left the room.

“But I am about to go out as you can see,” said Nalini over her shoulder as she came back into the room.

Behind her followed the research student who had the build of a wrestler. Nalini’s pussy tingled at the thought of how she had clung on to him while he went on a wild fuck-rampage with her the other day. Initially, she had been unenthusiastic. But finally she realized that he was thick, hard, virile and energetic: an unusual specimen in himself; more so among research students in the math department of the university.

“But you promised,” he mumbled dully, reaching down and squeezing his own hard on. This brazen and somewhat crude act was not visible to Nalini but Sunil saw it. His ears went red and he felt shocked at his own arousal. He moved to the edge of his chair. Nalini usually sprang surprises when something like this happened.