Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

They both shuddered. He jolted several times as his extra sensitive cockhead was pummeled by the twitching cunt. Each jolt made her gasp. She reached behind and dug her nails into his buttock holding him close.

He pressed himself deep into her and held himself there. He luxuriated in the wide expanse of skin contact between them. His thighs on the back of her thighs, his stomach on her ass, his chest grazing her as he leaned forward on top of her and his hands everywhere.

She wiggled her hips as all caution deserted her and she gave in fully to his and her pleasure. Nothing else mattered than him. That was how it was with him. Because her pleasure was all that matter to him. She was so completely taken and taken care of that she could completely take care of him and his needs.

They rocked back and forth as one, the movement causing his softening cock to ride her still pulsating cunt. Copious amounts of fluid flowed forth and now having filled her cavity, ran down her legs.

She sighed in contentment. He raked her back with his nails causing thin red lines. As the sensations subsided, he dug his nails into her full buttocks. It was an act of desperation. He wished he hadn't cum; she would leave now, move on. But that was how the male orgasm was. And her ability to move on post-orgasm went back to that sense of her being sluttish in how she handled both the men in her life.

Sleep flooded his brain as the post-orgasmic relaxation spread through him. He leaned forward on her and she felt him sleeping. She stayed still. His weight on her was a part of the fullness.

The responsible woman in her was now fully awake. She turned towards the mirror which she had turned away from in the height of her mad orgasm. She saw the head lower and the supine form resume its passive shape. Or had she imagined it? She also thought she heard a click of a door and she turned to look towards the door where Shankar was supposedly asleep and wondered if it was her imagination.

She wiggled her hips to shake awake Shyam. His flaccid penis had left her. She reached down and picked up her clothes. And she resumed her walk towards the children's room. She had not looked Shyam in his eyes. It was just a wild animal fuck in the possible know of everyone. Her body just knew it was Shyam.

There was something mysterious in the all round satisfaction in having taken care of her husband while she herself was fully taken care of by her Shyam. She curled to sleep and was soon lost to the world around.....