Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunita Tells Of Her Night Before


"Where have you been?" I asked her. Weekends are terrible. Karan loves to drink. And when he is drunk, he does things to her which extend his normal ten minute fuck to a one hour fuck. I cant handle that. I am jealous of Karan's ability to take my Sunita at will.

And sometimes when Karan fucks her in that state, he gets adventurous. She had never known an orgasm before I fucked her in her life. She was alien to the idea that a man could rest his head for tens of minutes between the legs of a woman, using his tongue with more suppleness than a cock allows.

When I gave her that experience I wanted it to be unique – I wanted her sexual experience to be of an intensity she wouldn't find anywhere and would keep coming back to me for that, if nothing else.

And I keep checking with her on how he fucked her – to know if he crossed into my zone. Though, of late, I have started to wonder: how would I know if she didn't really tell me what happened.

They had had a fight. Good I thought. That could not lead to sex. But I was wrong. When she headed off to sleep he grabbed her wrist, "Where are you going?". With that he pulled her to the bed, switching off the lights as he did so.

"Then what happened?," I asked.

"His hands slid under my top and he caressed my breasts. My nipples perked up and I started to squirm," she said, shyly. "We then undressed."

That's them. Sex means no clothes anywhere.

"He was in a violent mood. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and held my cunt open to his assault. He thrust in hard. 'Take hat and that and that'. He thrust in and out. Taking out the anger of our fight in an assault by his cock," she said, reflecting on the mood he had been in.

"What did you do?" I asked, feeling the excitement and jealousy both rising simultaneously.

"I held on to his shoulder to keep control of the situation. He had this physical need. I moved back against him, fucking his cock when he least expected an upward thrust," she explained, talking of the physical relationship in her usual matter of fact way. As if it didn't matter.

"Why did you do that?" I asked. It was almost as if I was complaining that she was taking an interest in the fucking.

"It brings him to a quick finish. He hadn't had a drink tonight and I knew I could complete this quickly," she replied, still sounding very matter-of-fact.

Was she lying? Why doesn't she tell me if she had pleasure happening...... "Did he go down on you?" I asked jealously.

"Yes. I resisted, but he did go down. And he stayed there, longer than he ever has. And Shyam, its uncanny, he slid in his fingers the way you do. And he hissed: 'can you feel that bitch? Take this!'" she confessed.

"Did you feel anything?" I queried further my heart thumping at thought of his head between those delicious thighs.

"I don't know. I was fighting. Resisting. Trying to stop him. But yes, there were sensations," she sounded hesitant to acknowledge what had happened.

"I don't want him to take you there, where only you and I go together. That is our special space!" I begged with her.

"I don't know why it matters," she mumbled.

"So did he make you come...?" I asked nervously.

Long pause.

"I don't know," she replied tentatively.