28-01-2021, 06:53 AM
Mr. Raghavan, you have a very big penis. It will tear any cunt apart." I was now afraid that things were going too far. "What if someone comes looking for us?"
"Don't worry, I have locked the door" he assured me. I understood his erupting passion, which had been bottled up for these long months of abstinence; coupled with his attraction towards greener pastures of fucking his friends wife and the romantic atmosphere of his room -- his bedroom, where he shared moments of passion with his wife. This concoction of lust was too much for either of us.
He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly on my lips. I closed my eyes as I feltl his thick tongue entering my mouth searching for my tongue and I allowed him to savour his treasure. He sucked it in his mouth and played with it. It was a first time experience for me and I enjoyed it. I melted in his arms. What were friends for? A friend in need is a friend indeed! I justified to myself.
My skirt had dropped back covering my knees, but my panties with the sanitary pad dangled at my feet. I felt him release my tongue, bend down and lift me up. I felt very secure in his arms. "Don't ever mention this to Vivek, please. He will be devastated," I pleaded with him. He took me near the bed and put me down near the full length mirror.
"This will be our secret," He assured. My shoulder length hair were sprawled hither thither over my face and I could see me in the mirror with Raghavan close behind me. His hands were circling around me, sliding over my shirt to my boobs. I gasped as his hands squashed them in unison. His baton-like penis, literally drilling into my lower back.
The erotic sensation was heightened with a mixture of emotions -- guilt of cheating on my husband -- for the first time, fright of getting caught with a crowd around and mostly thinking about how this monster would be ravaging my tiny pussy, when it had been used to being regularly drilled by a 6 inch long and a normal size prick of Vivek.
Like all married couples, after six years sex had become a routine on a twice or three times a week schedule. Vivek would come home tired every day and sex was restricted to weekends; and that too for a short time. Though we loved each other, we had never given a thought for adultery to add spice to sex.
Here I was being crumpled in the arms of my husbands' boss, with my husband and his friends just a shout away.
By now he had lifted my shirt and was holding on to my boobs squeezing the plumpy base and twirling the nipple with his fingers.
"Wow!! Your breasts have been specially sculpted by the creator. Komal has very big ones but nothing like yours'. You have the gift of the finest nipples. I have never seen anything like this. Vivek must be really feasting on them." He praised.
Vivek's name brought me down to earth. I turned around and faced him. My bra encased breasts mashed onto his chest. As he turned his attention to my lips, his hand had gone behind me to my bra clasp. In no time I could feel my pushed up breasts, suddenly become free of the cups. My bra was hanging only from my shoulder straps. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with a passion and lust. His hands went up further on my back and he slid the straps towards the sleeve of the blouse.
I helped him to wriggle the straps down my hand and was free of the bra. As I looked down my shirt front, which was still intact, I could see my stiff nipples pointing to Raghavan. I blushed at my realization that I was braless in front of another man, rather than my husband. My hand was still holding my sexy bra in my hand when I felt his hand slide along mine and take away the bra.
"I am going to keep this as a souvenir," he said triumphantly, putting them round his shoulders like a tiny shawl.
"No, please Vivek will be suspicious. Also I become very visible, when I don't wear a bra. Please don't do this," I implored.
"What do you mean 'visible?" Raghavan asked. I blushed not knowing how & what to reply. He put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face up to look into his eyes. He then brought down to my now free breast and held it towards the tip and squeezed the nipple.
"Ouch..." was my reaction, as I pressed myself to him.
"You mean that these kohinoor Diamonds (referring to the Indian Diamond in the Tower of London)" playing with my nipples over the shirt. "I think you need to let them loose. Even if Vivek sees them, tell him you had come from home like this. I am going to keep this as my trophy."
"What if Komal finds it?" I asked.
"I'll make her wear it!" he said point blank.
stay tuned.....
"Don't worry, I have locked the door" he assured me. I understood his erupting passion, which had been bottled up for these long months of abstinence; coupled with his attraction towards greener pastures of fucking his friends wife and the romantic atmosphere of his room -- his bedroom, where he shared moments of passion with his wife. This concoction of lust was too much for either of us.
He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly on my lips. I closed my eyes as I feltl his thick tongue entering my mouth searching for my tongue and I allowed him to savour his treasure. He sucked it in his mouth and played with it. It was a first time experience for me and I enjoyed it. I melted in his arms. What were friends for? A friend in need is a friend indeed! I justified to myself.
My skirt had dropped back covering my knees, but my panties with the sanitary pad dangled at my feet. I felt him release my tongue, bend down and lift me up. I felt very secure in his arms. "Don't ever mention this to Vivek, please. He will be devastated," I pleaded with him. He took me near the bed and put me down near the full length mirror.
"This will be our secret," He assured. My shoulder length hair were sprawled hither thither over my face and I could see me in the mirror with Raghavan close behind me. His hands were circling around me, sliding over my shirt to my boobs. I gasped as his hands squashed them in unison. His baton-like penis, literally drilling into my lower back.
The erotic sensation was heightened with a mixture of emotions -- guilt of cheating on my husband -- for the first time, fright of getting caught with a crowd around and mostly thinking about how this monster would be ravaging my tiny pussy, when it had been used to being regularly drilled by a 6 inch long and a normal size prick of Vivek.
Like all married couples, after six years sex had become a routine on a twice or three times a week schedule. Vivek would come home tired every day and sex was restricted to weekends; and that too for a short time. Though we loved each other, we had never given a thought for adultery to add spice to sex.
Here I was being crumpled in the arms of my husbands' boss, with my husband and his friends just a shout away.
By now he had lifted my shirt and was holding on to my boobs squeezing the plumpy base and twirling the nipple with his fingers.
"Wow!! Your breasts have been specially sculpted by the creator. Komal has very big ones but nothing like yours'. You have the gift of the finest nipples. I have never seen anything like this. Vivek must be really feasting on them." He praised.
Vivek's name brought me down to earth. I turned around and faced him. My bra encased breasts mashed onto his chest. As he turned his attention to my lips, his hand had gone behind me to my bra clasp. In no time I could feel my pushed up breasts, suddenly become free of the cups. My bra was hanging only from my shoulder straps. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with a passion and lust. His hands went up further on my back and he slid the straps towards the sleeve of the blouse.
I helped him to wriggle the straps down my hand and was free of the bra. As I looked down my shirt front, which was still intact, I could see my stiff nipples pointing to Raghavan. I blushed at my realization that I was braless in front of another man, rather than my husband. My hand was still holding my sexy bra in my hand when I felt his hand slide along mine and take away the bra.
"I am going to keep this as a souvenir," he said triumphantly, putting them round his shoulders like a tiny shawl.
"No, please Vivek will be suspicious. Also I become very visible, when I don't wear a bra. Please don't do this," I implored.
"What do you mean 'visible?" Raghavan asked. I blushed not knowing how & what to reply. He put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face up to look into his eyes. He then brought down to my now free breast and held it towards the tip and squeezed the nipple.
"Ouch..." was my reaction, as I pressed myself to him.
"You mean that these kohinoor Diamonds (referring to the Indian Diamond in the Tower of London)" playing with my nipples over the shirt. "I think you need to let them loose. Even if Vivek sees them, tell him you had come from home like this. I am going to keep this as my trophy."
"What if Komal finds it?" I asked.
"I'll make her wear it!" he said point blank.
stay tuned.....
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Nisha
Padmini
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Nisha
Padmini
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