Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thakur drank in the sight of his daughter-in-law, lewd, depraved and asking. Her face was stained with tears but her eyes were sparkling with joy and desire. She wanted him. He wanted her to want him.

Rising to the task, he too placed on foot on the ground and with the other knee digging deep into the sofa the father-in-law sank into his daughter-in-law. Binita's hands went around holding him.

"Now. Fuck me!" she commanded, taking charge of the proceedings.

Thakur moved his hips in rhythm sliding in and out of the girl. Wetness returned with rapidity as both were now in full flow. The sofa squeaked rhythmically from his thrusts. She held his head and brought his ear to her lips.

"Yahi chahte hain na aap? Din aur raat? Har waqt? Ki apni bahu ko choden?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch as each thrust of his raised her to a new level of arousal. (This is what you want, isn't it? Day and night? All the time? To fuck your daughter-in-law?).

"Toh lee jiye!" she offered herself, thrusting upward at his downward plunging cock. (So take me!). The unexpected counter-assault from her had him gagging.

"Kyon? Aap ki khudh ki dawa sambhali nahi jaa rahi?" she teased him. (Why? Can't you handle a taste of your own medicine?)

Provoked, he tried to ram down on her harder. She laughed, her tone tinkling. It was so much easier if you accepted what was coming; better still if you rejoiced in it an welcomed it, thought Binita as she watched her father-in-law groan. She had thwarted his attempt to pound her by grabbing his cock and tightening her fist. Thakur hated losing his vitality to her fist when what he really wanted was her cunt.

He held himself to her lips and she outwitted him once again, this time grabbing his shoulders and thrusting upward to claim his cock with all of her cunt. Thakur spasmed. This was his Binita; at her best she was simply able to take control of him. His cock seemed ready to let go of its load under her assault. His hand went under her and he cupped her bottom. He clung to her as she expertly moved her hips, clenching and unclenching her cunt at the helpless cock.

And then the phone rang.

Thakur leaned over Binita's head to reach for the side table where the phone sat.

"Haanji," he muttered into the instrument. (Yes.) "Haan, phone dijiye unko." (Yes give him the phone.) it was the husband of the woman who he was fucking -- who was fucking him?

Binita wrapped her legs around his hips which were now at a higher level. She lifted herself off the sofa and clinging on to him, made him re-enter her.

"Beta!" groaned the Thakur, the pleasure making him shudder even as he answered his son who was on the phone. (Son!)

"Babuji. Aap theek toh hain?" asked Pritam, worried to hear the strain in his father's voice.

"Haan, haan," he blabbered. (Yes, yes.) the 'yeses' were more for his daughter-in-law who was expertly milking his cock from beneath him. It took all his strength to hold himself up on one hand but it was worth doing. He was thankful for his routine body building sessions. They always came in handy with the more vigorous women he fucked. And none so energetic and vivacious as Binita.

"Main upar aun?" asked Pritam.

"Na.... heeeeeeeee," croaked the elderly man as his son's wife launched a new assault with her fingers. "Hum neeche aa rahe hain." (No. We are coming down.)

"Binita aap ke saath hai?" enquired the son, asking about his wife. (Is Binita with you?)

"Haan, ham saath hain," he replied. (yes we are together.) His son had no way of knowing how close together they were. His cock was swollen with his cum and the head was rearing into her womb. An explosion now would drench her insides with his cum, any minute now. Couldn't the bastard just hang up, he cursed.

"Theek hai. Main yahan wait kar raha hoon.Ki upar aun?" persisted Pritam. (All right. I am waiting here for you. Or should I come up?)

"Ham tayyar hain, bas aa rahe hain," replied thakur in a wobbly voice. (No I am ready. We will come immediately.) And he was indeed ready to cum but not without the unpredictable bitch who was assaulting him. He had to repay her in the same coin.

Dropping the receiver with a clatter, Thakur reached between the two sweaty bodies to find Binita's clit. He thumbed it. She shuddered. His thumb smeared the juice from her wet clit onto her torso. Then he toggled her nipples, seeking her release.

She clutched at his ass, squeezing and releasing hoping to make him cum. Her fingers teased his anus, perhaps she could avenge herself. The probing there made Thakur unclench his ass. it was the beginning of his loss of control.

He let himself drop onto her. The fucking became less playful and more earnest. His ear was back near her lips and Binita couldn't stop muttering obscenities and endearments to him.

"Haan chodiye apni bahu ko. Dijiye usey apna lund. Dijiye mujhe apna beej. Thokiye. Aur thokiye!" her voice rose to a scream. Her nails were now hurting him as she took her pleasure and mauled him. (Yes fuck your daughter-in-law. Give her your cock. Give me your seed. Hammer me. Hammer me more.)