09-03-2019, 12:02 PM
She fucked him, her hips opening and closing and the lips of her cunt parting and closing with the flexing of muscles.
He fucked her but every time she flexed, he shuddered. She smiled to herself in the dark. He was as near as he usually was. Tonight he was drunk and while that should have helped him last a bit more, it was not to be so. She moved her hips more vigorously and he fucked back. Nothing unusual, nothing spectacular. Just him mounting her. And her responding in the way she had learned to fuck Shyam.
The big difference was that her spontaneous back-fucking made him shudder and lose control. He pulled out and his cum spat out on her tummy and thighs. He emptied and lay on her. He turned over and started to dress back into his night clothes.
She just gathered her clothes in her hands and planned to make off to the kids room where she had moved her things so the friends could be accommodated in her room. She took a bet on dashing across the hall into the kid's room. It was the dead of night and she could see from under the door that no lights were on elsewhere. It was just her way of making sure that she reached the kids and comforted them before either of them got up and came across, bawling. She heard the gentle snore of the completely satiated Karan. She slid the bolt and as the door opened wide. There was a strong cool breeze and she could hear the sound of heavy raindrops beating against the ground. She got ready for the sprint.
No sooner had she taken the first step, when her wrist was caught in the grip of a large hand. The fear was instant, but equally quick was the reassurance as she realized who it was. It was Shyam. He didn't give her time to shut the door. He pulled her to him and held her close. He glanced to the side through the open door. Through there he could see the cupboard inside the bedroom. In the mirror of that cupboard they could both see the supine form of Karan, fast asleep.
Shyam turned around Sunita so she was facing the sideboard. He was behind her. She was nude. And caught. Now they could directly see the mirror and in the reflection was Karan. She was unsure whether this was Shyam's way of keeping on eye on Karan, or whether his real intent was the churning excitement it caused in her stomach: of having her eyes on her husband while a cock was ravaging her.
Shyam put his hand on the back of her neck. She shuddered; maybe it was the chill of the breeze on her exposed body, or perhaps it was that touch? Then she felt the familiar warm but wet cockhead smearing her ass as it reared and bucked in its aroused state. She was unsure if he had undressed or whether that was the state in which he had lain in wait for her. Had he watched? Had he listened? Did he know she was fresh from fucking Karan?
His hand pushed her neck down, causing her to bend. The other hand on her hip held her in position so she was in no doubt on what position she was required to take: that of leaning forward.
His knee went between her legs and caused her to spread her legs. The clothes in her hands fell to the floor. Her juices started to run down her legs, except that she wasn't clear how much of it was what was pooled in her from his fucking. She held the sideboard and braced herself for what she knew was inevitable.
Shyam was in a vengeful mood and he held his cockhead at her pussylips just long enough to lock in on the target. It was one hot, searing thrust as his flesh spread her just fucked and reddened cunt wider than Karan would ever. He drove in with a hard finishing thrust that caused her whole body to jerk and the entire sideboard set to shudder.
The contents of that cupboard rattled as he fucked her hard and ready. One hand on the hips, the other on her shoulder to steady her and the cock pounding in and out steady and heavy.
"How dare she fuck Karan when I am here to take her?" he raged as he fucked her hard. Harder. She was whimpering now. Her knees were trembling and her cunt was grabbing at his cock.
Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping image of Karan and her lips were between her teeth to prevent a squeal that might wake up her husband. His hand reaching under and grabbing the hanging breast put paid to that. The nipple was roughly twisted and pulled. "Was this nipple touched by him just a short while ago?" he wondered. Punish the nipple for giving her pleasure he thought vengefully as he milked and pulled at the nub of flesh.
He fucked her but every time she flexed, he shuddered. She smiled to herself in the dark. He was as near as he usually was. Tonight he was drunk and while that should have helped him last a bit more, it was not to be so. She moved her hips more vigorously and he fucked back. Nothing unusual, nothing spectacular. Just him mounting her. And her responding in the way she had learned to fuck Shyam.
The big difference was that her spontaneous back-fucking made him shudder and lose control. He pulled out and his cum spat out on her tummy and thighs. He emptied and lay on her. He turned over and started to dress back into his night clothes.
She just gathered her clothes in her hands and planned to make off to the kids room where she had moved her things so the friends could be accommodated in her room. She took a bet on dashing across the hall into the kid's room. It was the dead of night and she could see from under the door that no lights were on elsewhere. It was just her way of making sure that she reached the kids and comforted them before either of them got up and came across, bawling. She heard the gentle snore of the completely satiated Karan. She slid the bolt and as the door opened wide. There was a strong cool breeze and she could hear the sound of heavy raindrops beating against the ground. She got ready for the sprint.
No sooner had she taken the first step, when her wrist was caught in the grip of a large hand. The fear was instant, but equally quick was the reassurance as she realized who it was. It was Shyam. He didn't give her time to shut the door. He pulled her to him and held her close. He glanced to the side through the open door. Through there he could see the cupboard inside the bedroom. In the mirror of that cupboard they could both see the supine form of Karan, fast asleep.
Shyam turned around Sunita so she was facing the sideboard. He was behind her. She was nude. And caught. Now they could directly see the mirror and in the reflection was Karan. She was unsure whether this was Shyam's way of keeping on eye on Karan, or whether his real intent was the churning excitement it caused in her stomach: of having her eyes on her husband while a cock was ravaging her.
Shyam put his hand on the back of her neck. She shuddered; maybe it was the chill of the breeze on her exposed body, or perhaps it was that touch? Then she felt the familiar warm but wet cockhead smearing her ass as it reared and bucked in its aroused state. She was unsure if he had undressed or whether that was the state in which he had lain in wait for her. Had he watched? Had he listened? Did he know she was fresh from fucking Karan?
His hand pushed her neck down, causing her to bend. The other hand on her hip held her in position so she was in no doubt on what position she was required to take: that of leaning forward.
His knee went between her legs and caused her to spread her legs. The clothes in her hands fell to the floor. Her juices started to run down her legs, except that she wasn't clear how much of it was what was pooled in her from his fucking. She held the sideboard and braced herself for what she knew was inevitable.
Shyam was in a vengeful mood and he held his cockhead at her pussylips just long enough to lock in on the target. It was one hot, searing thrust as his flesh spread her just fucked and reddened cunt wider than Karan would ever. He drove in with a hard finishing thrust that caused her whole body to jerk and the entire sideboard set to shudder.
The contents of that cupboard rattled as he fucked her hard and ready. One hand on the hips, the other on her shoulder to steady her and the cock pounding in and out steady and heavy.
"How dare she fuck Karan when I am here to take her?" he raged as he fucked her hard. Harder. She was whimpering now. Her knees were trembling and her cunt was grabbing at his cock.
Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping image of Karan and her lips were between her teeth to prevent a squeal that might wake up her husband. His hand reaching under and grabbing the hanging breast put paid to that. The nipple was roughly twisted and pulled. "Was this nipple touched by him just a short while ago?" he wondered. Punish the nipple for giving her pleasure he thought vengefully as he milked and pulled at the nub of flesh.
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