Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And that was what she was doing with Karan as well. A little harder, but the same fisting down. Seeking the fluid from the head and smearing over his cock and skin, and using the lubrication to fuck him with her fist. Karan started to shudder and his ass thumped against the wall. His hand held Sunita's wrist and he jerked his hips into her hands. Both men were flailing and thrashing as Sunita expertly used her fist, her thumb and her wrist to excite, generate cum, spread and fuck the two cocks, one slender and the other thick but both beloved.

She knew she could fuck only one of them. There was no way she was going to let either Karan or Shyam fuck her pussy if the other had soaked it first. Something seemed wrong in that. As she jerked and fisted, her body gained a rhythm and her mangalsutra jingled lightly along with her bangles as she fist fucked both men. And her pussy was aching for a cock. Much as she loved Karan, she wanted Shyam's thickness and Shyam's ability to fuck unabated. There was nothing else that could satiate her.

When Karan started to twist and thrash, she knew he was ready to cum. She had known all along that he would be the one to cum. She let go of Shyam briefly and knelt before Karan. His cock twitched as she fisted it unrelentingly. Her fist covered the head of the cock and her other hand massaged the base. She looked up and saw him looking down at him, his lips and face contorted as with every fist movement she touched the sensitive cock and set its nerves on fire. He smiled, with a sense of triumph at having his wife attend him while Shyam was unattended. She smiled back and fisted him hard. Her hand was at the base, the cock erect, the skin pulled back and whole pillar of flesh quivering. Her mouth formed an "O" and she kissed the head lightly. That was enough to send him over the top. He shot his load. Spurts flew. Sunita moved her head to let it fall to the ground, but some drops landed on her shoulder. She pulled at the cock and fisted back helping Karan shoot another long hard squirt. This time her fist covered the head and she captured his seed in her hand. Karan held her head and his hips bucked and thrashed. His cock thrust towards her head willing her to mouth him but she moved away. No way could she take him in her mouth with Shyam watching.

She looked toward Shyam as her hand dutifully milked every drop of Karan's cum out of him. Their eyes met. Sunita's pinking face reflected the lust and passion coursing through her body. As she milked the cock in her hand, her eyes seemed to say to Shyam, "When I am done with this milking, there is no cock to compete with you. And my pussy needs a filling which you can provide." The jerking and thrusting slowed as Karan felt his body emptying out. Sunita smeared the cum on his thighs and for the rest she wiped her hands on his shorts. Karan slid to the floor. She kissed him on the lips and held him close, while the other hand reached out for Shyam's cock. She pulled Shyam close to herself. Karan's eyes closed as he felt a drowsiness wash over him, the combined effect of the deep orgasm and the alcohol in his blood.

Sunita's hand was on Shyam's cock, holding it like the barrel of a gun and she pulled him near her face. She breathed on it and watched it jerk. What she was not willing to do with Karan she seemed eager to do with Shyam. Karan was her husband and she felt traditional and inhibited in being herself with him. But Shyam was different. He was the man who made her realize the woman inside herself. He represented joy and carefree ways. As the cock leapt to her warm breathe she realized he would like it to be kissed. She opened her mouth and took in his cock, sliding her lips up and down the thick shaft. Kneeling on the ground next to the supine form of her drained husband. Shyam pushed her back and made her lie on her back and himself lay down next to her, on the other side of where Karan was lying.