04-03-2019, 12:07 PM
Talk and Action Ch. 07
Sunil may have unleashed her in the first instance. But he was not responsible for any of what happened. And certainly what happened next.
"Sunil, I have been in a situation," she confessed.
"What situation?" asked Sunil. The professor's wife, Nalini, his friend from college days had been his seduction target. And then she had gone on to take his every idea and sexually engage in those very acts with whoever she came by.
There was nothing left, according to him. He had been reduced to begging her to wait for his arrival, to keep some of those positions, special acts for him.
And still, she talked about a situation.
"What situation?" he repeated himself warily as his friend stared into space.
"My sister's son came home today," she said.
Sunil's eyes widened.
"How old is he?" asked Sunil.
"Around 19," she said.
"And?" he asked.
"I am telling you, na!" she said. "Don't interrupt."
"I hope it has nothing to do with ... sex. I am not sure it is legal. And I do not even want to get started on how your sister will take it," said Sunil.
"Well, why else would I be telling you anything?" she said irritably. "Here is the whole story."
Nalini started narrating everything that had happened.
The boy had a backache from the rough bus ride. His aunt often massaged his back in his younger days. He thought nothing of asking her for a massage now.
Nalini also thought nothing of it. The problem lay precisely there. She thought nothing of it so she did not bother with how she was dressed. She had dressed to seduce the professor.
She wanted to be taken like a bitch on heat. She wore her filly black nightgown. It was in two pieces. She still remembered the day she bought it. The shopkeeper knew them as a couple because his son studied under the professor. When Nalini had reviewed her purchase the man found it difficult to show the wares properly. When all was said and done, it was a small community, especially among its permanent residents.
But it had two pieces. The inner was more daring and completely minimalist. It was sheer as all lingerie is. But it was also just about enough fabric as was needed to be called a garment. It left nothing to imagination.
The second piece, the one that went on top, was a sheer and complete gown. But it was so delicate that the professor could look through -- it triggered imagination.
It had been her failsafe device with the professor. Whenever she was horny, she wore the nightgown. Right from the moment she served him dinner. When she leaned over to serve he could see her breasts, the patch of hair between her legs, her sumptuous swinging ass.
On occasion they would fuck before or during dinner. On other days, definitely before the professor took off his glasses. The dress indicated that she had reached the limit of her ability to sublimate her dire physical needs and the professor understood that.
Whatever was happening with her sexually and her own desires was not to be confused with her love for her husband. Everything she learned, she knew she could carry forward with him. She knew that while he was preoccupied with work and rarely made the first move, he was virile enough to be her man.
And while the student who was also the wrestler had a cock the girth of which was pleasurable, her husband could pleasure her in his own, fulfilling way.
She wanted, tonight, to introduce him to what Sunil had called doggy-style. She knew from the angles she worked out the other day for 'on the top' that he would cum easily if she just fucked him back. The wrestler had barely given her maneuvering room for fucking him back. But professor was not like that. She knew could thrust back and she knew he would cum helplessly.
The thought of the professor cumming helplessly had warmed up her pussy. She had signaled it all to him, even though the nephew's arrival forced her to be more circumspect.
She had been wearing just the inner lingerie when the professor came home. But he came with her nephew, her sister's son. She fled to her room and wore a more conservative caftan in a jiffy. But professor had seen the garment and smiled knowingly at his wife.
She had finished her chores and dressed up for him. Her mind was on how she would be on all fours and guide him from behind. She chose the spot in the bedroom where she would do this. She wanted to hold on better and control the fucking better than she had with the rampaging student. She wanted to give her husband a strong, powerful and unchecked, uncontrolled orgasm.
She did not intend to wear the outer gown. After all, even in the inner was going to last just a wee bit till her ass was exposed to her husband. Why bother? And then she heard the boy calling. Instead of bothering with the caftan again, she just threw on the outer gown.
Sunil may have unleashed her in the first instance. But he was not responsible for any of what happened. And certainly what happened next.
"Sunil, I have been in a situation," she confessed.
"What situation?" asked Sunil. The professor's wife, Nalini, his friend from college days had been his seduction target. And then she had gone on to take his every idea and sexually engage in those very acts with whoever she came by.
There was nothing left, according to him. He had been reduced to begging her to wait for his arrival, to keep some of those positions, special acts for him.
And still, she talked about a situation.
"What situation?" he repeated himself warily as his friend stared into space.
"My sister's son came home today," she said.
Sunil's eyes widened.
"How old is he?" asked Sunil.
"Around 19," she said.
"And?" he asked.
"I am telling you, na!" she said. "Don't interrupt."
"I hope it has nothing to do with ... sex. I am not sure it is legal. And I do not even want to get started on how your sister will take it," said Sunil.
"Well, why else would I be telling you anything?" she said irritably. "Here is the whole story."
Nalini started narrating everything that had happened.
The boy had a backache from the rough bus ride. His aunt often massaged his back in his younger days. He thought nothing of asking her for a massage now.
Nalini also thought nothing of it. The problem lay precisely there. She thought nothing of it so she did not bother with how she was dressed. She had dressed to seduce the professor.
She wanted to be taken like a bitch on heat. She wore her filly black nightgown. It was in two pieces. She still remembered the day she bought it. The shopkeeper knew them as a couple because his son studied under the professor. When Nalini had reviewed her purchase the man found it difficult to show the wares properly. When all was said and done, it was a small community, especially among its permanent residents.
But it had two pieces. The inner was more daring and completely minimalist. It was sheer as all lingerie is. But it was also just about enough fabric as was needed to be called a garment. It left nothing to imagination.
The second piece, the one that went on top, was a sheer and complete gown. But it was so delicate that the professor could look through -- it triggered imagination.
It had been her failsafe device with the professor. Whenever she was horny, she wore the nightgown. Right from the moment she served him dinner. When she leaned over to serve he could see her breasts, the patch of hair between her legs, her sumptuous swinging ass.
On occasion they would fuck before or during dinner. On other days, definitely before the professor took off his glasses. The dress indicated that she had reached the limit of her ability to sublimate her dire physical needs and the professor understood that.
Whatever was happening with her sexually and her own desires was not to be confused with her love for her husband. Everything she learned, she knew she could carry forward with him. She knew that while he was preoccupied with work and rarely made the first move, he was virile enough to be her man.
And while the student who was also the wrestler had a cock the girth of which was pleasurable, her husband could pleasure her in his own, fulfilling way.
She wanted, tonight, to introduce him to what Sunil had called doggy-style. She knew from the angles she worked out the other day for 'on the top' that he would cum easily if she just fucked him back. The wrestler had barely given her maneuvering room for fucking him back. But professor was not like that. She knew could thrust back and she knew he would cum helplessly.
The thought of the professor cumming helplessly had warmed up her pussy. She had signaled it all to him, even though the nephew's arrival forced her to be more circumspect.
She had been wearing just the inner lingerie when the professor came home. But he came with her nephew, her sister's son. She fled to her room and wore a more conservative caftan in a jiffy. But professor had seen the garment and smiled knowingly at his wife.
She had finished her chores and dressed up for him. Her mind was on how she would be on all fours and guide him from behind. She chose the spot in the bedroom where she would do this. She wanted to hold on better and control the fucking better than she had with the rampaging student. She wanted to give her husband a strong, powerful and unchecked, uncontrolled orgasm.
She did not intend to wear the outer gown. After all, even in the inner was going to last just a wee bit till her ass was exposed to her husband. Why bother? And then she heard the boy calling. Instead of bothering with the caftan again, she just threw on the outer gown.
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