09-03-2019, 11:58 AM
"Wait!" Sunita pleaded, the lust in her voice apparent.
"For what? There are no maids and here and the kids are asleep in their room," Karan countered.
He threw her back on the bed. Her shirt was open. She was in her panties. Heaving. Excitement writ large on her face. Never before had Karan been this forceful in his assault on her. He pulled down her panties and threw it, and it came and fell so near where I was standing. I crept out of the room to a place from where I could see more.
She took off her shirt and her bra. The manner in which she did this was familiar to me. The body language indicated she was ready now to get fucked. That was how it was when she was with me too: there would be a point at which she would take of her rings and trinkets – a clear signal to me that I could change gears.
Karan too changed gears. He tongued her all over her body. Breasts. Shoulder. "Oh Karan!" she gasped. Her stomach. "mmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaahh."
He moved lower. She gasped and sat up and pulled his head to her.
"No not there, Karan," she thought to herself. "That place belongs to my Shyam."
He spread her legs roughly.
"Karan, careful," she said, while her hands came around and clutched at his ass as she got excited and started to want his cock. But he was in an animal mood. He held her legs apart, one in each hand. Then slid his hands down to the inside of her thighs and fell on her. His cock bludgeoned into her. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Karannnnnnn, slowly sweetheart," she pleaded to no avail.
"No!" he screamed. And then thrust ever harder into her pussy. Her hand came up behind his neck trying to pull him close so he couldn't thrust that hard. He pushed her away and held her hips, holding her up so her so pussy was a target. "HAAAAAA" he screamed as he pounded into her. In and out. In and out. His ass tightened. Her hands clutched at his ass and kneaded them. He hammered into her. He was out of breath. He couldn't go on. His chest was bursting.
She knew he couldn't last longer, nor did he have that kind of stamina. He was no Shyam. Shyam was different. Never this violent. And completely untiring. Her leg was spread right now at an impossible angle. With Shyam? He would have sensed her hip was paining. Karan's cock was not so thick as Shyam's. And yet it was pleasuring her with a tinge of pain. With Shyam? No matter how hard he fucked her pussy was always wetter and wider, and could have never felt even a remote twinge of pain, unless it was a pleasurable pain.
She had to do something. She reached between them. Karan was still holding himself away from Sunita so that he could continue his animal thrusting. That gave Sunita enough space to reach between and ring his cock with her fingers. As he thrust next, his skin was pulled back and the cockhead swelled up. She twitched her cunt and twisted her hips a bit and he started to shudder. He pulled out – withdrawal was how they managed birth control. His cum spilled onto her belly, her thighs.
She pulled him close to give him the comfort of cumming by hugging; by trapping his cock between them, pressed on her belly. It twitched and throbbed. Spilling and smearing onto their tummies.
She held him close, allowing him to finish cumming. She was looking at the ceiling thinking of how Shyam never failed to give her the satisfaction of the fullness of his cock in her womb and the warm gush. That is when she noticed me – looking over his shoulder and seeing me watching them.
Her face went red. She stiffened. Her modesty as a married woman was compromised. And o god, how could she have let Shyam see her like this. I looked at her lying there. Legs spread wide. Karan prone over her. Her one hand around his shoulder. The other cupping his ass. Her heel over his calf. She pushed him away. He rolled over, asleep as he landed. Tired out exhausted. He had exerted himself, and was spent.... But was she taken anywhere...........?
She gathered her clothes and covered her body with her hands in front. She crept out, shy and embarrassed. Trying to slip away to her room to wash up and change. But she was to pass too close to me to go that way. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my room.
"Shyam, what are you doing?" she hissed. "Karan is there right next door."
"And I am here," I replied. Determined to feel her breasts and heartbeat against my chest before the slut in her went back into that shell which hid the real her from me.
Her clothes dropped to the floor and I pushed her to the wall. She could feel my cock prod her belly through my pajamas as I leaned into her. I kissed her neck. Nibbling her earlobes. And my palm flattened against her tummy. I felt the half dry smear of his seed on her tummy and my palm inched down to her pussy. My palm covered her pussy and my fingers played with the strip of sensitive skin between the pussy and her anus. I felt the wetness. And I felt something else......
The throb of her cunt.
"Shyaaaaaaaaaaam! I have wanted you all evening," she lied. It may be true of this moment, but I could not put away in my mind the images of her fucking Karan with a lust that was undeniable.
"For what? There are no maids and here and the kids are asleep in their room," Karan countered.
He threw her back on the bed. Her shirt was open. She was in her panties. Heaving. Excitement writ large on her face. Never before had Karan been this forceful in his assault on her. He pulled down her panties and threw it, and it came and fell so near where I was standing. I crept out of the room to a place from where I could see more.
She took off her shirt and her bra. The manner in which she did this was familiar to me. The body language indicated she was ready now to get fucked. That was how it was when she was with me too: there would be a point at which she would take of her rings and trinkets – a clear signal to me that I could change gears.
Karan too changed gears. He tongued her all over her body. Breasts. Shoulder. "Oh Karan!" she gasped. Her stomach. "mmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaahh."
He moved lower. She gasped and sat up and pulled his head to her.
"No not there, Karan," she thought to herself. "That place belongs to my Shyam."
He spread her legs roughly.
"Karan, careful," she said, while her hands came around and clutched at his ass as she got excited and started to want his cock. But he was in an animal mood. He held her legs apart, one in each hand. Then slid his hands down to the inside of her thighs and fell on her. His cock bludgeoned into her. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Karannnnnnn, slowly sweetheart," she pleaded to no avail.
"No!" he screamed. And then thrust ever harder into her pussy. Her hand came up behind his neck trying to pull him close so he couldn't thrust that hard. He pushed her away and held her hips, holding her up so her so pussy was a target. "HAAAAAA" he screamed as he pounded into her. In and out. In and out. His ass tightened. Her hands clutched at his ass and kneaded them. He hammered into her. He was out of breath. He couldn't go on. His chest was bursting.
She knew he couldn't last longer, nor did he have that kind of stamina. He was no Shyam. Shyam was different. Never this violent. And completely untiring. Her leg was spread right now at an impossible angle. With Shyam? He would have sensed her hip was paining. Karan's cock was not so thick as Shyam's. And yet it was pleasuring her with a tinge of pain. With Shyam? No matter how hard he fucked her pussy was always wetter and wider, and could have never felt even a remote twinge of pain, unless it was a pleasurable pain.
She had to do something. She reached between them. Karan was still holding himself away from Sunita so that he could continue his animal thrusting. That gave Sunita enough space to reach between and ring his cock with her fingers. As he thrust next, his skin was pulled back and the cockhead swelled up. She twitched her cunt and twisted her hips a bit and he started to shudder. He pulled out – withdrawal was how they managed birth control. His cum spilled onto her belly, her thighs.
She pulled him close to give him the comfort of cumming by hugging; by trapping his cock between them, pressed on her belly. It twitched and throbbed. Spilling and smearing onto their tummies.
She held him close, allowing him to finish cumming. She was looking at the ceiling thinking of how Shyam never failed to give her the satisfaction of the fullness of his cock in her womb and the warm gush. That is when she noticed me – looking over his shoulder and seeing me watching them.
Her face went red. She stiffened. Her modesty as a married woman was compromised. And o god, how could she have let Shyam see her like this. I looked at her lying there. Legs spread wide. Karan prone over her. Her one hand around his shoulder. The other cupping his ass. Her heel over his calf. She pushed him away. He rolled over, asleep as he landed. Tired out exhausted. He had exerted himself, and was spent.... But was she taken anywhere...........?
She gathered her clothes and covered her body with her hands in front. She crept out, shy and embarrassed. Trying to slip away to her room to wash up and change. But she was to pass too close to me to go that way. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my room.
"Shyam, what are you doing?" she hissed. "Karan is there right next door."
"And I am here," I replied. Determined to feel her breasts and heartbeat against my chest before the slut in her went back into that shell which hid the real her from me.
Her clothes dropped to the floor and I pushed her to the wall. She could feel my cock prod her belly through my pajamas as I leaned into her. I kissed her neck. Nibbling her earlobes. And my palm flattened against her tummy. I felt the half dry smear of his seed on her tummy and my palm inched down to her pussy. My palm covered her pussy and my fingers played with the strip of sensitive skin between the pussy and her anus. I felt the wetness. And I felt something else......
The throb of her cunt.
"Shyaaaaaaaaaaam! I have wanted you all evening," she lied. It may be true of this moment, but I could not put away in my mind the images of her fucking Karan with a lust that was undeniable.
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