Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thakur groaned his orgasm out aloud, as he released into Sheila's plundered pussy. Binita stepped back to let man and woman exchange the moment of passion. Sheila hauled herself up, hands shimmying up his arms till she was able to sink her own nails into his broad shoulder blades, signaling her own aftershocks of pleasure.

The gap between them closed as her breasts crushed against his broad chest, the chest which she had admired so much. For the first time, their lips met. Thakur shuddered as his semen spurted into Sheila. She screamed into his throat in disbelief at the sheer quantum of seed spilling into her. To cum twice at his age and then so copiously was a wonder!

As he fucked her in the rapidly receding orgasm, Sheila clutched onto this wonderful man. Subsidiary orgasms coursed through her body. The two mashed their lips together, clinging, grinding and releasing. Thakur's hands roamed her back and in a final act, he cupped her ass and lifted her onto his cock and thrust as deep into her as she could.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" sucked in Sheila as the cock touched her in a few more unexpected places.

Binita stepped back, thinking these two had no place for her in this intensity. As she did, Sheila's hand found her again. She stopped her from stepping away. The younger lady stopped there. Tantalizingly close to two people she admired a lot, locked in their own passionate release. She was fully clothed and not part of the sexual tryst. But then again, she was the key link in the equation between these two.

Sheila allowed the quakes to subside and as soon as the storm passed, her body sagged. She ran her nails down his chest as she allowed her body to lay back slowly.

Thakur let go of the woman, his mission accomplished.

"Come beti" he beckoned to Binita. "We shall have no trouble from her!" he announced. He bent to pick up his dhoti and wrap it around his waist. He took her hand and led her out, leaving a drained Sheila shocked at the abrupt departure. Binita was looking back at her Sheila aunty as her Babuji dragged her away. She wanted to stroke and soothe that beautiful woman- how warm and erotic she seemed! She wanted to tell aunty that Babuji's approach to Sheila was not her own attitude to Sheila. She wanted to touch, hold cling and talk to Sheila aunty. She wanted to lay her head on her breast, sucking, toying, caressing. She had always wanted to reciprocate that lady's warmth and kindness. The possibility of holding and conveying her feelings seemed so much preferable to the traditional methods of thanking.

There she was laid back, open and available. And here was thakur dragging her off.

This was not the time.

As they left the flat, Thakur, his face sweaty and flushed, bare-bodied came face to face with Sheila's husband. Thakur surely looked suspicious coming out of the flat in this state. But the properly attired Binita who followed saved the day. That left the matter of the woman on the kitchen table, helplessly laid out nude and in satiation.

"Don't close the door!" said Sheila's husband, "I don't have a key!"

Binita shut the door. Hopefully, that gave Sheila aunty the time she needed.

Father-in-law and daughter-in-law slid into their own flat, Binita suddenly thankful that her Babuji had treated it as a transaction; had they lingered, they would have been caught.

Finally, her Babuji had countered the threat of exposure. She felt satisfied that he cared for her. But she should have known he would solve it using his manhood as a weapon. And of that, she was jealous.