Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shaila peered around the separating wall cautiously, hoping she wouldn't be spotted. She was also indulging the voyeur in herself, hoping for a visual treat. She was not disappointed. She saw the broad back of the man she assumed would be Pritam, muscles rippling as he fucked the woman seated on his lap. She could see Binita's hands gripping the shoulder muscles at the back and her legs stretched out wide, around Pritam. Gosh, if only her own husband could be like that for one last time.

Binita thrust hard and grunted, "Babuji, fuck me!" The words clearly carried to Shaila and she was not sure of what she had just heard. Did Binita say babuji? She craned her neck but the man's face was turned towards Binita away from her. In fact, at the moment Thakur kissed his young bahu squarely on her lips, tasting her as it were.

Shaila noted that the man was completely nude while Binita had her nightgown bunched up around her waist. She watched mesmerized as the girl wrapped around the hunk swiveled her legs. Each swing of the legs was accompanied by a grunt from either the man or the woman. Shaila felt her own lust rising and pressed her thighs together for comfort.

As Binita slid in Thakur's lap she started to feel that the fucking would feel more animal is she liberated Thakur from her weight and let him pound her. She wanted that pounding and she wanted to lie back with legs open wide, submitting to him. She held his shoulders and raised herself, getting off his cock. Thakur applied his mouth every where on her body' to whatever part was near him: breasts, thigh, and the now-soaked cunt.

He watched quizzically as Binita moved away from him and lay in front of him. As she sat down and stretched back she thought she saw an eye through the trellis and the money plant growing on it. Was someone from Shaila aunty's house spying on them? Before she could react to that, Thakur knelt between her legs. Holding her by the hips the man lifted her like a doll onto his hips. With her asscheeks in his hand he pumped her onto his cock and pounded her.

Binita's hands clutched at his hairy arms for dear life as her babuji took her. "Aap thak tey nahin ho kya Babuji?" she asked impishly, her brattishness resurfacing at the same time as she dropped her inhibitions. (Don't you ever lose your hardon?)

"Tumhe chodte samay, nahin," grunted thakur in reply. (Not while fucking you.)

"Mai apse dur rahti hoon, tab bhi aap mujhe nahi chhodte. Randi banana hai kya apna?" she playfully scolded him. (Even when I stay away from you don't leave me. You want to make me your whore?)

"Sasur sey aise baat karte hain?" asked Thakur, pushing up her gown, exposing her breasts. (Is that how you talk to your father-in-law?)They were like those mangoes of the tree under which they had first laid into each other. He slapped her breasts. They were sharp slaps delivering just-so-much pain. A physical rebuke accompanying the verbal rebuke.

Shaila clearly heard the word 'sasur'. "My god!" she thought in shock. That strong muscular figure was her father-in-law and they were fucking like animals. Shaila's juices now poured and she became bolder in seeking a perfect view. After all, the couple were indulging in illicit passion; they could hardly be expected to complain against her.

She could see the rippling muscles of his back, the strong buttocks and the pale legs of the girl spread around them. Her heels were banging his ass. Shaila marveled at the muscular physique of a man old enough to be a father-in-law. The coarse nature of the conversation between them was fascination and shocking too.

"Bahu ko chhodne ka shauk jab chadha, tab ye rishta yaad nahi raha," she teased. (When you got addicted to fucking me you didn't remember this relationship.) Then she made a loud yelp "Aaii!" as Thakur thrust his thumbs in from either end, further increasing the pressure on Binita's vagina. Words failed him in replying her so he mauled her physically. Then, the crude landlord in him burst out, "Saali, randi!" (Bitch! Whore!)

With those remarks he became more animal and vigorous and Shaila could hear moans and grunts from the poor girl as she was methodically plundered. Shaila hated the lack of opportunity to get a better look at what was happening. She pressed her palm into her crotch to give herself some measure of relief. She couldn't wait for her own husband to return now; she had to have a nice fuck.

Binita felt she would be torn open today and the only way she could manage Thakur was to ride him. She grabbed his arm and hefted herself up. Thakur was now kneeling and Binita was seated across his hips, her heels and feet on the ground on either side.

She said, "Aye Thakurji, apne bahu ko itna bhi mat thoko ki woh chal bhi nap aye." (Don't fuck me so much that I will not be able to walk even.)

She then proceeded to hold his head and hug him hard, moving her hips and quieting his plundering cock. This time as she faced the lattice, she could clearly see Shaila aunty watching them. She paused in her thrusting. When Thakur felt the pause he pummeled her ass with his fist. She kissed his ear with a wet mouth and murmured, "Shayad koi hamey dekh raha hai." (I think someone is watching us.)