Adultery The Things You Do For Family by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Whatever I was doing was also making him very happy. I could feel that his dick inside me was rock hard, harder than it had been all night. It felt like a small but sturdy piece of wood inside me as the motion of my hips made it touch all the right spots inside me at all the correct angles. I was thinking of only one thing. The orgasm which should be here in a minute or two.

"Madam!" Goyal throatily said.

"I told you to shut up!" I hoarsely said as I moved my hands to his shoulders and thrust my hips even harder against his crotch.

"But madam... "

"SHUT UP!!"

"... the condom... "

SHIT! I instantly stopped moving.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His face wore a sincere look even as his hands grabbed on to my tits.

"The condom you... "

"FUCK!"

I jumped off his body, making his dick slide out. I walked to the edge of the bed on my knees, got off it, and sprinted to my purse. I bent down hunt for the condoms in there and took one out, partly mindful of the fact that I must have given Goyal quite a view at my ass and pussy in that posture. I scurried back to the bed with the plastic square in my hand. As I put one knee on the bed, I ripped the packet open with my teeth. Goyal was smiling, presumably amused at the purposeful urgency with which I had been moving.

As I slipped the condom on his dick, my eyes fell on his huge hairy belly and once again, a part of me chastised itself for being in this situation. But that was a very small part of me. Most of me wanted to get back to the fucking which had been strangely enjoyable. Within seconds, I was on top of him and his dick was inside me, this time a condom separating us. I noted how weird it felt. It had literally been years since I had used a condom during sex.

Starting to ride him again, I recognized that the orgasm wasn't as near as it was a few moments ago. I would have to build up to that place again. And maybe change my technique slightly. I pressed my thighs against his sides and my vaginal muscles gripped his dick even harder. I sat up absolutely straight and started playing with my boobs and nipples myself. If I wanted to get to the promised land, I couldn't afford to let his amateurish fat fingers muddle their way around them. His hands, having nothing to do, found their way to my waist which they gripped as it rose and fell rapidly.

The next day, I wondered about this portion of the night. I wondered what had suddenly turned me from a reluctant blackmailed woman doing the bare minimum for the sake of her family to an earnest enthusiastic participant. Part of the reason was of course that I hadn't had sex in a while because of the problems my husband and I were having. So when my body got a taste of what it had been missing, my primal instincts took over.

But I decided that there was more to it. It was just part of my mental make-up which made up my overall personality. Once I decide to do something, once I commit to it, I give it my all. It's not really a matter of choice. Call it being ultra competitive or goal oriented or a type A personality. And be it a tennis match or a poker game or a college degree or a business project or a marriage or even this sleazy deal. So it was inevitable that sooner rather than later, I would be an equal partner in this. It was almost as if I felt I owed it to sex.

But back to the moment. Once the condom was on and I was set on my goal, I threw caution to the winds. I had not made a peep that night until then by the way of moans or sighs because I didn't want to give my blackmailer the satisfaction. But now, all bets were off. I made my usual noises. The moans, the groans, the curse words, the sighs, the throwing back of the neck, the motions with the hands... the whole nine yards.

"YES!! FUCK YEAH!! DRILL ME HARD LIKE THAT!!"

I heard myself screaming as Goyal, clearly turned on by my transformation, started thrusting his dick upwards into my cunt. Combined with my motions, it created a delightful effect.