09-03-2019, 11:57 AM
Sunita Finds Release In Fantasy
It was one of those late nights when Karan was into his drinks and his music. He had been drinking long and hard and they had just sat there and listened to music and to each other. The disc ended and Sunita got up to change the disc when he called her to him.
"Hug me!" he said. She moved close to his large armchair and leaned over him. As she did that the neckline of her caftan hung open allowing him to gaze at her succulent breasts. He licked his lips involuntarily and his arms went around her as she hugged him. He put his hands on her hips and caressed her, feeling the outline of her panties. "Why did she wear so much?" he wondered. It would allow him a lot more latitude with her if she wore less when she came to him.
She smiled down at him as she felt his hands search. His face was upturned and she kissed him on his lips. One leg at a time she placed her knee on the arms of the large leather recliner. She was now over him, straddling him. Her entire body was open to his ministrations and she let herself hang there in front of him, her hands on the backrest of the armchair. Karan slid up the caftan and his hands went under. He wasted no time reaching for her bra and undoing the clasp at the back. Then he pulled the caftan over her head and threw the garment to some corner of the room, as he felt his pulse racing.
He reached up and kissed her again, this time with his lips apart and tongue flicking at her lips. She slid her hand down the front of his t-shirt and stroked his nipple. He gasped. This was a new move by her, and after all these years their lovemaking had fallen to a pattern. Anything new was rare, but so welcome. He squirmed as she played and toyed with his chest, time and again her fingernails coming back to the nipples and arousing him.
Suddenly she moved her head lower and kissed him on his chin. She had him lean forward. When he did that his face was against her chest. His lips reached for her breasts, trying to push aside the straps of her bra with his face. She helped him get his t-shirt off. Then she slid down, now kneeling back on the floor and her lips kissed the hollow of his neck and down his chest. She hovered over the nipple sucking it in. she kneaded his chest as if to milk him and sucked in as much of his flesh as she could. His hand held her head guiding her on to suck him more and more into her mouth.
Sunita's mind went to the manner in which Shyam sucked her breasts and she did all the things Shyam did to her in sucking and laving his nipples with her tongue. And how Shyam's toes would have by this time been playing with the insides of her thigh trying to find her sweet spot. Shyam, she thought and sighed. He never let the caressing and the foreplay become a one-way street.
She kissed Karan's tummy; tonight she was going to treat him to a rare touch from her. The touch of her warm wet mouth on his cock, only Karan didn't know it just yet. She undid the top button of his shorts and the zip slid open as she opened up the shorts wide. He lifted his hips and soon the shorts were at his ankles. His cock reared up and she watched as it jerked and danced about near her face. Slender, slim but hard, that was him.
Her lips closed around the head and she quickly slid in and out of her mouth. Karan gasped and his hips flew as if to fuck her mouth. She had her hand on his tummy restraining him back as her head bobbed up and down. Karan could feel his cum boiling up and he tried to stop her. Yes, he had had a few drinks and he would last longer than his usual fifteen minutes but not with this. This was way too much for him, as he watched his wife's head bobbing up and down between his legs. Her breasts were on his knees and he watched the bare expanse of her back.
Sunita knew that he would cum if she didn't stop and she needed him inside her, tonight more than most nights. She too, had had a few drinks and her insides were burning for release. She had been on the phone with Shyam just before she got home. Shyam had been talking about how he wanted to fuck her and all that talk from him had got her juices moving. She needed Karan inside her, before he lost it. She moved back up and kneeled once again on the arms of the chair. Karan looked down at his cock, glistening with her saliva and at his wife's face and noted how her lips were slick with his precum.
His hands reached between her legs and he felt the heat emanate from her pussy. He quickly pulled down the panties and Sunita soon had it out of the way. She descended on his cock taking it in. She sighed with pleasure. It was not Shyam's fulfilling thickness and she smiled as she thought of how science would never understand the difference between it made. Yes, a pussy did take a large as well as a small cock with the same measure of comfort, but science could not know anything about the fullness, the stretching, and the completeness that a large cock brought. It was okay when she knew nothing but Karan; but after Shyam, Karan was a compromise. The size, the intensity, the heat and the extent to which Shyam could fuck her without cumming till he was sure she was completely satiated.
It was one of those late nights when Karan was into his drinks and his music. He had been drinking long and hard and they had just sat there and listened to music and to each other. The disc ended and Sunita got up to change the disc when he called her to him.
"Hug me!" he said. She moved close to his large armchair and leaned over him. As she did that the neckline of her caftan hung open allowing him to gaze at her succulent breasts. He licked his lips involuntarily and his arms went around her as she hugged him. He put his hands on her hips and caressed her, feeling the outline of her panties. "Why did she wear so much?" he wondered. It would allow him a lot more latitude with her if she wore less when she came to him.
She smiled down at him as she felt his hands search. His face was upturned and she kissed him on his lips. One leg at a time she placed her knee on the arms of the large leather recliner. She was now over him, straddling him. Her entire body was open to his ministrations and she let herself hang there in front of him, her hands on the backrest of the armchair. Karan slid up the caftan and his hands went under. He wasted no time reaching for her bra and undoing the clasp at the back. Then he pulled the caftan over her head and threw the garment to some corner of the room, as he felt his pulse racing.
He reached up and kissed her again, this time with his lips apart and tongue flicking at her lips. She slid her hand down the front of his t-shirt and stroked his nipple. He gasped. This was a new move by her, and after all these years their lovemaking had fallen to a pattern. Anything new was rare, but so welcome. He squirmed as she played and toyed with his chest, time and again her fingernails coming back to the nipples and arousing him.
Suddenly she moved her head lower and kissed him on his chin. She had him lean forward. When he did that his face was against her chest. His lips reached for her breasts, trying to push aside the straps of her bra with his face. She helped him get his t-shirt off. Then she slid down, now kneeling back on the floor and her lips kissed the hollow of his neck and down his chest. She hovered over the nipple sucking it in. she kneaded his chest as if to milk him and sucked in as much of his flesh as she could. His hand held her head guiding her on to suck him more and more into her mouth.
Sunita's mind went to the manner in which Shyam sucked her breasts and she did all the things Shyam did to her in sucking and laving his nipples with her tongue. And how Shyam's toes would have by this time been playing with the insides of her thigh trying to find her sweet spot. Shyam, she thought and sighed. He never let the caressing and the foreplay become a one-way street.
She kissed Karan's tummy; tonight she was going to treat him to a rare touch from her. The touch of her warm wet mouth on his cock, only Karan didn't know it just yet. She undid the top button of his shorts and the zip slid open as she opened up the shorts wide. He lifted his hips and soon the shorts were at his ankles. His cock reared up and she watched as it jerked and danced about near her face. Slender, slim but hard, that was him.
Her lips closed around the head and she quickly slid in and out of her mouth. Karan gasped and his hips flew as if to fuck her mouth. She had her hand on his tummy restraining him back as her head bobbed up and down. Karan could feel his cum boiling up and he tried to stop her. Yes, he had had a few drinks and he would last longer than his usual fifteen minutes but not with this. This was way too much for him, as he watched his wife's head bobbing up and down between his legs. Her breasts were on his knees and he watched the bare expanse of her back.
Sunita knew that he would cum if she didn't stop and she needed him inside her, tonight more than most nights. She too, had had a few drinks and her insides were burning for release. She had been on the phone with Shyam just before she got home. Shyam had been talking about how he wanted to fuck her and all that talk from him had got her juices moving. She needed Karan inside her, before he lost it. She moved back up and kneeled once again on the arms of the chair. Karan looked down at his cock, glistening with her saliva and at his wife's face and noted how her lips were slick with his precum.
His hands reached between her legs and he felt the heat emanate from her pussy. He quickly pulled down the panties and Sunita soon had it out of the way. She descended on his cock taking it in. She sighed with pleasure. It was not Shyam's fulfilling thickness and she smiled as she thought of how science would never understand the difference between it made. Yes, a pussy did take a large as well as a small cock with the same measure of comfort, but science could not know anything about the fullness, the stretching, and the completeness that a large cock brought. It was okay when she knew nothing but Karan; but after Shyam, Karan was a compromise. The size, the intensity, the heat and the extent to which Shyam could fuck her without cumming till he was sure she was completely satiated.
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