Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“I promised nothing,” she said curtly. That day, when he invaded her cunt stretching it impossibly, she had been a reluctant participant at first. There was no foreplay, no nuance, no change of positions. Just raw, hard fucking. Given his proportions she needed no attention. She was squeezed full and every movement brought copious releases from her insides. Some expert manipulation by her own self took her to dizzying heights of pleasure after which she needed nothing else.

But when he rolled off her, that was the first time she got to inspect his cock. She toyed with it, feeling the dimensions, the thickness and tested it to see if it fit her fist. That caused him to swell back and want her again. But she had firmly and clearly sent him away, saying ‘another time’.

That did not constitute a promise. But like Sunil, like the other student, like her own husband, the wrestler-student too, now spent all his spare time fantasizing about her and masturbating. Once he had sunk into her hot throbbing flesh, his fist seemed hopelessly inadequate. He wanted the real thing.

“But I need you,” he pressed on. She turned to look at him. Sunil’s eyes wandered to the lovely expanse of her back and the luscious ass. As if on cue, the saree slipped off her shoulder and the student was treated the full sight of her breasts. The blouse itself was aggressively designed. To add to that, the breasts were not to be confined to any space by any sartorial device. They were meant to thrust out, invite, provoke and cause lust. They did.

From his height, he could see the beginnings of the areas around the nipple. She turned him on in every way. He had to have her. He interpreted the falling of the saree as an invitation to take her.

HE placed his hands on her shoulder and from Sunil’s vantage point the hands disappeared as the student slid them down to lift her breasts. He lifted them and they pushed upward beyond the neckline. Her nipple slipped out and he bent to suck on it.

“Stop,” she said, trying to push him away. Like the other day, he preferred to be insistent. He sucked it in fully, pushing the fabric away.

Nalini feared for her blouse and indeed, for her readiness. And the only reason she had got ready a lot earlier was to spend some time with Sunil. Otherwise, her husband would be home any time now to pick her up to go to the reception. He being an academic type did not plan on dressing up and had said he would call from the car outside.

At the same time, the student’s roughness with her, the memory of his cock and its extra tight fit inside her cunt made her slippery with fluids. This boy was a problem. He aroused her in no time at all. She had never wanted to fuck anyone else than the professor; only to play. Her mind told her that now that she allowed him to fuck her once, perhaps a second time did not matter. ‘No one else, ever” she told herself firmly, forgetting that Sunil was already planned to be ‘in’.

“Wait,” she commanded him. “There is a way to do this.” She thought of that fantastic scene she had seen between Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson. Jack forces himself on Jessica and she gives in to her lust. Wild sex results. She had wanted that for herself from the day she saw that movie. To throw everything around. To clear space. To mount her lover. To have him fuck up into her. To fuck herself down on him. And to cum in wild throes like Jessica did on screen. What a scene! What a movie! Now she had her chance. But she had to manage her saree and time.

She knew from the previous fucking that her own cumming and then his release would ruin the saree. She told him to stand where he was and not move an inch from there. She went and got towels. She then looked at the student, seriousness in her eyes.

“You will do exactly as I say if you want to get what you want,” she said firmly. “Now,” she instructed him. “Come behind me.” She turned towards the computer and kneeled on the bed. She was facing the camera and Sunil. She looked at Sunil, her face taut with the tension of her own desire. She wanted the pleasure but she also wanted done in time.

Sunil knew what was coming. She was going to break her promise to him that she would do some of the exotic sexual stuff only with Sunil.

The student came close and stood behind Nalini. Already, her heels were on either side of his legs. But he was the novice. The novice did not know that the professor’s wife was also trying this for the first time.

He placed his hands on her hips. She reached behind to grab his wrists. Holding his hands she reached below and gathered the hem of the saree and petticoat within. She brought his hands to the sides of her legs near the knee. She caressed herself using his hand as the medium. The roughness of his hands suggested a student who was not the pen and paper variety. The physique and build of a wrestler was matched by the coarseness of hand.