Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And now this ravishing creature, the man's wife. Sheela had noticed every aspect of the older woman. Her large rolling ass must be inviting to every male, considering that she herself felt she could take a large bite of it. And those beautifully wrapped breasts. She was torn between her jealousy of this woman and the idea that her husband was probably not paying Nalini that much attention.

Sheela had heard of lesbian love. But her journey through the jungle of male sexual attraction had itself proved confusing if not bruising. She found the boys in her age group awkward and inexperienced. And she felt instant lust at the sight of the professor. But nothing prepared her for the warm hunger she felt on seeing 'madam', the professor's wife.

Perhaps, it was Nalini who was less clear between the two about lesbian love. All that Sheela knew was that her boyfriend was hopelessly inept. The lack of experience and the over-eagerness for sex - raw sex - left her cold. The professor's wife seemed so warm...

They talked of her arrival at the Unviersity and other minor facts even as Nalini left no opportunity to touch the girl. Sometimes her hand was on the shoulder, at other times on her knee.

Finally, hot and flushed, Nalini felt the need to push ahead with her prey. "You are so beautiful," she said softly, hands going on the young woman's back. She did not pull her close. But the other woman could not pull away, either.

"You must have many guys chasing you!" she said teasingly.

"They are all boring!" said Sheela, her eyes wandering to Nalini's bosom.

"Why?" asked Nalini. She gently applied force so that the younger girl's face was now closer to hers than ever before. Once again the aromas of the woman filled her nostrils. Was it some delicate perfume? Was it the natural smell of the girl? Whichever, it was intoxicating to her.

"They are so rough. Crude. Hurried," whispered the younger woman into the older woman's lips. She moved faster than the hand at her back. In contrast to the words 'rough', 'crude', 'hurried' Sheela moved gently, brought her face to caress Nalini's softly and said nothing more.

Nalini's hand moved from the back to the side and she felt the woman's breast. She paused to see if her move was welcome.

"Oh, Madam!" shivered the young girl. Her hand claimed Nalini's breast quickly, aggressively. The young woman squeezed hard, betraying that youth in itself is hurried, whether male or female. Sheela in fact, admired the large breasts and wanted to touch them, feel them, own them.

If the professor's wife had not provided her the opening, she felt she would have gone mad with desire for the woman. Now that the older woman had touched her first, she wanted to leave her in no doubt, lest Nalini draw back, leaving her hungry, thirsty and bereft.

She mimicked Nalini's actions on her breast, only quicker, to make sure the other woman got the signal. They gently rubbed their faces together cheek on cheek, cheek on forehead, lips on skin... till finally the lips grazed.

Nalini parted her lips to offer Sheela a wet kiss. Sheela gratefully took it. They kissed. For both of them, the first lesbian kiss was a revelation. Soft, voluptuous, searching and as exciting as their first kiss ever. The kiss of a woman just seemed more meaningful.

Tongues searched each other out, snaking, dueling and soon both women were panting in desire. Nalini's pussy was aflame and she wanted to undo her saree and bare herself to the younger woman. 'I will teach her to suck me to orgasm if I have to,' she thought to herself.

But the younger woman had her own ideas. Her kisses changed to small stabs and pecks all over Nalini's face and she continued to kiss down the neck and into the valley of Nalini's deep cleavage. She kissed every spot on Nalini's breast till she found exactly where the nipple was. Then, as if searching out a gem embedded in a rock, her fingers searched and she tried to trap it between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand desperately searched for the hooks of the blouse. Her mouth wetted the blouse enough to make the nipple show up as much as it would.

Nalini threw her head back in pleasure. Her own hands were under the girl's tee shirt. Deftly she undid the bra. Her other hand roamed the front of the girl's chest as best as she could in that position. She was gentle, tender yet demanding of the young girl. She wanted pleasure and fully intended to give it. But without scaring the kid.

Sheela, on the other hand, bit at Nalini's nipple in desperation. Nalini threw off the pallu of her saree and opened her chest to the young woman. "You seem to know what you want," she panted.

The girl brought her face to Nalini's face and said, eyes glistening, "Who would not want these beautiful breasts! Sir is one lucky guy madam!"

Hands trembling, fingers shaking, Sheela undid the hooks of the older woman's blouse. The excitmenet she felt far exceeded anything she ever felt with a guy. This was a warm, full-blooded woman. Look at how she stroked her! Look at how gently her hands worked her body and drew gasps from her. She was loving, delicate and exotic.

The flaps of Nalini's blouse hung loose now and the next obstacle was the bra which was hooked at the back. In frustration and haste, she pulled the offending garment over the breast, her own need taking precendence over Nalini's discomfort. Nalini's large breast was squeezed out the bottom, the flesh cut by the elastic of the bra.