Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shyam in the meantime had found the edge of Sunita's petticoat and was busy lifting up the garment. Caressing her ankles, her thighs, now her panty encased hip. As Shyam's fingers reached the lining of her panties and wisps of hair and started to probe for entry, she knew she had let things go too far.

She pushed aside both men and moved to other side of the room. "What is wrong with both of you?" she asked. "How can this be?" Her hands were crossed over the front of her body and on her shoulders, as she tried to cover as much of her flesh as she could. What she hadn't noticed is that her petticoat cord had been untied by Shyam and that her petticoat had half slid off one hip. Shyam looked at her, standing there thus. Sunita's body pink from the heightened arousal from the attention of both men. Her traditional jewelry on her sculpted neck and large earring pieces on either ear. The usual array of delicate rings on her delicate fingers. Her nose pink and twitching with indignation and desire. Shaam stayed where he was on his knees, not moving, not knowing how to respond.

Sunita gasped as she felt Karan come up from behind, allowing his cock, hard and restrained in his shorts, to brush against her ass. She threw her head back and he slipped his hand around her shoulder and placed his palm on her bare chest. She turned her head with her lips parted and kissed his cheek. This was okay. She and her husband. But there was another person watching. Even as she kissed him she moved a bit bringing some distance between them and said to Karan, "Not here, not with him watching."

Karan caught up with her and cupped both her breasts in his hand from behind. Then he curved his back and let his cock prod her ass through clothes and all and proceeded to fuck her in humping motions. She hissed, "What are you doing?"

"What you want madly, but don't know how to handle, you bitch," he replied, his mouth nibbling at her ear lobe. The thrusts made the petticoat slip further and now Sunita's petticoat was a puddle at her feet. She stood there in panties and blouse, getting dry humped from behind, watched by a man kneeling on the floor some distance away. As she leaned forward to allow Karan more, her mangalsutra, the gold chain that was a testimony to her married status, hung from her neck, and with each thrust, it swung and swayed.

The man kneeling on the floor was wondering what to do. His cock had become hard and was throbbing from watching Karan go at his wife. At Sunita, Shyam's woman. That lovely curve of the belly as it quivered with the thrusts was so familiar to him. So was the valley between her legs. He swallowed and felt dryness in his throat. He shuffled on his knees close to where Karan and Sunita were and caressed her thighs. Her hand shot downward and gripped his wrist. Her hand had control now of his hand. He was so close to Karan as well, as Karan continued with his thrusting, and his kneading of her breasts.

Sunita knew that she had taken Shyam's hand in her grip to stop him and push him away. She didn't know how this situation had developed, but Shyam was not to interrupt anything that her husband wanted to do to her. She could therefore never later understand why she took that hand in her grip and let it feel the warmth moistness between her legs. Her hands showed Shyam's hand her state of arousal. Shyam slowly caressed the open lips between the legs, feeling Sunita's contours through the thin fabric of her panties. He pushed his finger in and allowed it to go as far as the restraining fabric would allow him. Now he knew he wanted it out of the way. His hands came to her hip and started to slowly roll down her panties. Her hand was gripping his wrist. Control. Her self control. The conservative woman wanting to stop what was happening here. But having taken his wrist in her hand, she was more like guiding and accompanying him to where ever he was going.

As Shyam slid the panties down, her ass was bared and he could see the tent in Karan's shorts grind against her ass. He also saw the large wet spot on Karan's shorts front. He looked up and saw husband and wife with lips locked and his hands kneading and caressing at her breasts through her blouse. Shyam kissed at her hip and Sunita gasped loudly. He moved to her front, squarely facing her pussy and started to lick her lower belly. Her knees bent and opened wider, allowing him more access. She pushed his hand too willing him to go further. Her lips were playing and sucking with Karan's lips. Suddenly she felt Shyam's lips probing for her lower lips. She squealed into Karan's mouth as their frantic kissing continued. Sunita couldn't believe the way she was responding to both men. The way her body wanted both. And the way the both of them shed inhibitions to devour her. In a sense it was a contest. Both wanted to see how much ground each of them could cover.

Karan was not quite sure what he was doing given the fact that he was a little drunk. He fumbled with the buttons of the blouse. He groped her breasts through the cloth, let his hand slip in through the top, pinched, scratched gently with his nails, tried to reach with his mouth, and none of those things worked. Desperate to get at that the waiting ripe flesh he slipped off both shoulder straps and tried to push the top down. The fabric stretched as he mishandled it. He looked down and saw Shyam nosing her pussy. He desperately pulled at the blouse so the buttons popped. Sunita held Karan's head and kissed him harder still, her hips moving up and down fucking Shyam's head between her legs.

For Shyam the contest was well set, and he knew he wanted her pussy lips more than the lips of her mouth. His fingers probed the slit and he heard a throaty groan from Sunita as her hips moved up and down. She looked like the raging slut she was: spread out against the wall, her legs bent at the knees, her hips moving up and down. A man between her legs and another man kissing her and mauling her breasts. She held Shyam's head so she could ride his head. She held Karan's head so she could make him suck her breast.