Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thakur's cock lost its hard edge. "Kaun?" he asked in panic.

"Apke peeche," replied Binita, eyes looking for Shaila whom she seemed to have been lost among the leaves of the plant. Her hips slid on the cock quickly, aching for the fullness and hardness. She wanted him. This doubt about being spotted came at a time where stopping or moving away was impossible.

"Hato," said thakur (Move.)

"Koi zarurat nahi," replied Binita fucking him harder.

"Kam se kam mujhe dekhne do. Bahu yeh hamare khandaan ke izzat ka sawal hai," he begged.

The position they wre now in was exquisitely erotic. He was on his knees with his hips free to fuck and hands free to hold her up. She herself was in a seating position as if on a chair; only his hands were the seat, with a cock pinioning her firmly. Every thrust embedded him as far in her womb as he had ever been. Every thrust caressed her downward facing clit, sending sparks up her spine to her erect nipples. And every slide was over his ultra-sensitive cockhead.

It was a searing hot fuck.

Till she spotted the movement again. She froze momentarily and hoped that Thakur had not noticed it. She didn't want him to notice it; her need for the fucking was intense and she had waited all night for this. His back was toward that woman so she was willing to take a chance that Shaila would mistake him for Pritam, though he was not nearly as solidly built as his dad.

"Bahu, bahu, bahu," sobbed Thakur as a series of tremors convulsed him. For Binita, the articulation of pleasure was untimely, but Thakur felt that the lovemaking was so beautiful that he needed to say something to his daughter-in-law.

"Mujhe yahan se le chaliye," whispered Binita into his ear. (Take me from here.) "Kahan?" asked Thakur, (where) his hands gripping her ass and fingers probing the fringes of her no-longer-virgin anus.

"Andar," she replied. (Inside) There was an urgency in her voice which he mistook for passionate haste. From the strategic point at which his fingers were he could not be blamed for misinterpreting her. He pried apart the asscheeks which were already in his grip and let his little finger explore her.

Binita shuddered uncontrollably as the violation triggered new impulses. "Naheee!" she screamed louder than she wanted to with Shaila aunty spying.

"Ghar ke andar, Babujee," she sobbed as both her cunt and her anus played havoc with her nervous system. She flailed like a rag doll in his powerful hands, speared on his weapon-like cock and ripples of pleasure marking her from different directions. "Who dekh rahi hai," she started to cry in the conflict between pleasure, shame and fear.

Thakur rose in one swift motion barely hindered by the weight he was carrying. Shaila saw the muscles flex, ripple and settle down as the marvelous specimen of manhood lifted his lover as he got up. She ached to see more of him; surely his cock would prove to be as robust a peg on which the girl was snared?

Shaila was least expecting it when Thakur strode directly toward where she was standing. Each step was a thunderbolt from his proud erect cock to the depths of Binita's soul. Before Shaila could move he had reached the trellis with Binita clinging on to his shoulder. Thinking that he was headed indoors she had closed her eyes and was back to concentrating on the mischievous double penetration. Clinging on to Thakur's powerful shoulders she savored the cock, wincing her hips in a butterfly like motion. Her face was a picture of ecstatic release.

It turned to shock when Thakur paused and pulled the leaves of the plant to exchange a clear glance with Shaila. It was Thakur's turn to be shocked as the woman on the other side had her hand stuffed inside her nylon track pants. She was pleasuring herself and froze when discovered.

Binita bucked, her heels tapping on Thakur's hips begging Thakur to move indoors, much as a horse rider goads the beast on. He was a beast indeed for he took in fully the sight of Shaila's considerably large mammaries and the voluptuous figure and the effect they were having on her were not lost on him. His cock registered the new dimension by growing harder and more insistent.

The wiggling and tapping only increased the tempo. In deference to his daughter-in-law's concerns for privacy, Thakur headed away from the balcony to the drawing room. The investigation had been necessary because he didn't think there was anyone and wanted to reassure Binita. But that effort appeared to have backfired.

"Unhone aap ko dekh liya! Kyon dikhaya apna chehra?" wept the poor housewife, worried sick about her husband getting to know. (She saw you. Why did you show her your face?) The cock embedded in her was unremitting and continued its pulsations. The finger in her anus and the adjoining digits being in that erogenous zone also drover her wild. It all seemed incongruous. Thakur's thudding steps only fucked her more.