Adultery Sleeveless Shylaja, Cougar Srilekha & Milfy Anu - Triple Adventures by JwalaJumpa

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PIC VERSION - Part 4 – Its not Shylaja or Srilekha this time

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PIC VERSION - Part 4 – Its not Shylaja or Srilekha this time



I was driving a little behind my wife who is on her scooty with my little son. The events of past two hours unfolded in such a dramatic fashion. I was unable to sit on my bike properly as i got pain on my dick due to excessive unloading. I got sharp stabbing pains that felt like a pin prick. A little ahead of me, i had a nice shapely view of my wife's back in her green tops riding her scooty. Her work tiredness made her neck and the big U area below her neck-back shine with sweat. As she drove i could get a slight glimpse of her boob sidelines jumping as she rode over road rumbles. I switched on my high beam bike lamp to get a clear view of my wife.

Over taking me in a few seconds, a bald headed man in a Yamaha bike, around forty years blocked my view and he switched on his high beam light to get her back view and the fleshy vibrating arms. Now you know why accidents happen. I let a few others also to over take me and glance at Anu 's busty back and the butt cheeks extended out due to her weight over the scooter seat. It was like a rotated '8' with both of her butts extending on sides. Reassuring I am the sole proprietor of this big classic telephone booth like assed wife and I can see her as I wish anytime I continued following her.

We neared our street. We were on our own two wheelers and i normally escort behind my wife 's scooty for her safety. She asked me to take my son home and told there are some household items which she must buy. She assured that she will be back home in half an hour. I entered my home and helped my little son to settle up. I made him watch cartoon on TV and handed him a cup of boost.

I rushed to the rest room to free my hulk dick and give him some air. He got big and was suffocating on my stuffed trousers and demanded some air. As I let go of my underwear i could see him red with rage standing like a rock star. Srilekha was given a bitch milf respect. Shylaja was given a cum bath twice. For some reasons my rod is still tight with fury. Whom does he want to splash? My goodness! I wet my dick with water. Initially it was a comfort but the ticking pain started again and the burning sensation increased. Did I fuck a chilly? Just for splashing cum, I don't know why my rod felt like a light bulb filament. I decided to sit on for some time until it cools. " Ting tong " the door bell rang. "Deepak.." from Bath room i shouted to ask my son to see who is at the door? There was no response. I cried out loud and the only thing i could hear was the TV.




In middle of cooling i stuffed my hulk on my inner wear again and loosened my full arm shirt to cover up till my crotches. I thought it is my wife and so i am okay to go out to open the door half bare with only my shirt and brief. After all my hall door is the only one on second floor and there is no one to stare at our door. Of course who is going to knock our door at 9 PM other than my Anu. I opened the door and stood still for a moment.

There was a classic village aunty with her vegetable basket perched at her hip folds. There is her long black hair twined and dangling. A sweat soaked blouse with lot of sweat marks. Broad arms which were firm with a fleshy texture. The back was so big that the blouse covered only 40%! The rest was a big bare belly back with 2 to 3 belly folds on each side. The sweat soaked dark green cotton saree did not hide her bottom shape. Curvy big bucket like buttocks with ample ass cheeks and slender workmanship legs. Fit chick! But she must be around her forties. But yet an ass beauty aunty. She turned hearing the sound of door being opened. Waah! I am right. She must be in her starting forties. But, a classic country aunty. Oval face with oiled air and typical bindies on her flat broad forehead. Nose stud on one side of her nose and a beetle leaf stained mouth, teeth and lips that was still chewing beetle-leaf.






The front side of her arms were fit with tight flesh. She is a little black with a tint of brown on most parts. The boobs! I was surprised to see a 38” cup standing like a concrete block up right with the cotton saree doing justice by hiding only a half of the cup. The other half was covered with sweat stained blouse that ended in a nasty sweat filled armpit folds visible through the blouse folds. The light red blouse on a dark green cotton saree. This was something I never expected. Who is this Savitha Bhabi ? Half of her belly sides were visible with the folds clearly marked as her vegetable basket rested on it.



My hulk was momentarily knocking again. My underwear started to bulge but his time there is nothing to cover. My shirt was coming to the front as my dick grew bigger. The vegetable seller was equally shocked seeing me standing and staring at her with a free bottom. She did something with her face that brought me to reality. “Unh! Unh! So sorry. I never thought some other person will come now”, I told this in local language and I hurried inside the room catching an angry look at my son who was still on TV. I took my night bermudas and quickly put it in. It was still unable to hide the erection. The cock was still out with a little movement to both sides.

I then used my shirt to hide it further and went out again. I asked another shy sorry which she seemed to ignore. She asked if my wife is there with a shy laugh. I was then I understood the meaning. She would have thought we were in middle of an intercourse with my erection still on. That made me at ease but it was then my super brain kicked my ass and gave an idea. I told she is inside the room sleeping. There was a brief giggle which was seduced along with the rattling noise from her bangle clad hands. She kept smiling all along and I was awe struck seeing a forty year old aunty with a naughty attitude. She told about my wife's vegetable preferences and sat near my door frame on the lobby.




Veg: “Is raw banana there?”, she asked in local language, picking up a lengthy green raw banana and caressing it horizontally in a slow motion as she held it firm on her palms. It was a classic method to hand job a cock along its length. Her wide eyes cast a naughty look. My hulk turned real hard for the third time on a single evening. My bermuda's front protruded front clearly to almost 9 inches. The aunty was watching it as if she is not noticing it, but damn, my dicky mind interpreted it clearly. A simple lie gave me a chance to flirt openly with an unknown aunty. I replied, “1 full banana is there”, standing a little stretched.



She giggled again and kept it aside. In a flash she waved her neck to right to bring her hair to a position. She then used both her arms, raised it above her head to roll her hair into a bun and clipped it. As she did that, I could see the length of her arm flesh and the sweat dripping pits on her wet blouse. Her boobies did a vertical hump as she raised and dropped her arms. The belly elongated clearly showing her coin sized navel extending on top as she stretched. Boom! Drops started coming out my hulk! I was unable to stand. The pain shooted and the burning sensation increased. I started to sweat a little. I thought of sending her back saying I dont need any vegetables. But some how I wanted to enjoy the free show.

She then took 2 tomatoes and held it out slightly near her boobs asking “are tomatoes there ? Country tomatoes sir! Very big and juicy!” (in local language)

Damn! Why did I see her? My dick started exploding and spots of wet cream was clearly visible over my light grey bermudas. It was clearly visible. The bitch seemed to notice it and was slightly showing her reddish tongue out and ran it along length of her lips with a sound slurp. Fuck! My dick started spitting heavily. The radius of wet spot increased rapidly and the lady simply enjoyed it watching me struggling to stand. I gripped my palms tight.

“Ok Sir! I think you already had it and ate tomatoes too! “, she did a naught gesture as she put down tomatoes and then took drum sticks. She pointed it lengthwise right at the same height as my hidden dick and asked, “now what about drumsticks ? Very good for men Sir”





My mouth gaped in and was astonished. Then I bit and grinded my teeth in regular intervals as cum started flowing with great force. The bermudas was very wet near my dick and I feared it will drip out if she is there for some more time. She was simply staring at dick as it kept emptying cum and was so bold to enjoy right in front door of my house. I finally managed to say “No. All are there. Come tomorrow”. My cock was burning and I felt like cutting it and keeping it in a freezer box. I was unable to bear it. The hotness of this village aunty is unbearable. 3 cocks! Surely not enough. A 10+ gang bang will be apt for this bitch.



“Sir! Can I drink!” she paused a long time watching at my crotch and then completed saying “wwwwwaaaater!”. Bitch! My dick was spitting all along. I ran hastily to fetch a cup of water and let this bitch leave home. Otherwise, my son would also see me squirting cum. What a shame it would be. As I gave her the cup, she intentionally spilt some water in the center just between her tits. Then she let out some water from her mouth dripping at one side. She was slightly winking but it was a seducing half wink.

I decided. If this is the moment , then let it be. I thought of pushing her to the extreme end of the lobby where it is dark, make her raise her arms, sniff her armpits and bite it wildly. Then I thought of pulling her saree top and do a navel fuck. While I bury my face into her boobies I thought of emptying all my cum load on her navel. A nasty yet awesome plan. My hulk started dancing and ready to shoot. No matter what is the pain! Lets do this chick.




I should have saved some time stopping my imagination and doing it in real. Though she is not a classy fuck material, this village aunty is fit. I am an ardent followed of a comedian who used to say 'it does not matter if a chicken is blind. Only the curry must taste good'. I remembered that for this vegetable seller. I quickly stepped out and to the left taking out my cock. My palms was very sticky and the lady also turned to her left. Just at the moment I started to show my cock to her, there was a bang on the lobby. It was Anu. My wife! Holy shit! She is back! The vegetable seller turned back in shock but she did not see my cock yet. I was also terrified. As I let down my bermudas, it was still at my toes and it made we fall to my front on the floor. My toe fingers were stuck on the clothes. While Anu dropped her plastic cover on lobby and the vegetable seller turned back to talk to Anu, I decided to crawl as getting up will draw Anu's attention on me and my bottom naked posture. But I was terrified if my son will see me erect cock. What a shame. But this is the worst situation. I decided to crawl. I took long steps on my knee with my my bermudas and underwear clinging on my toes. I crossed the door frame and entered the hall. While I tried to stand up, the stuck underwear once again toppled my toes and I sat on floor with my bare buttock. I felt the chillness of floor.

I struggled and got op. While I bent slightly to pull my bermudas up, I saw Anu entering the door frame and the vegetable seller was talking normally with my wife and standing just behind Anu. They were talking heads straight and did not notice downwards. I took a quick glance behind to see my son asleep on the sofa. Thank God! I slowly slid my fingers down to pull my bermudas but any fast move will spoil the situation. Both will look down and find me half naked. Even if I manage to pull over, my erection is clearly visible.

My cock is 10” inches now with cream all over the red head. I will be doomed forever. So, I simply stood straight maintaining a polite face reaction. My wife said she got all vegetables and asked her to come tomorrow. Both were facing outside with their back towards the door where I was standing behind them. This is the moment! While I tried to pull over my bermudas, the pain on my cock was so bad that I paused pulling up for a moment.

With a big burst my dick danced to left and sent out a big shoot. It was spot on my wife's butt. It sent a diagonal line from her left butt to her right ass cheek. Then again, “Gurrrk!”, this time my hulk wiggled to the right and sent another cum line on Anu's buxom buttock. Now it is from her right butt and down to her left ass cheek. A 'X' mark is completed with wet and hot cum on her kurti and legging. I did a slight moan but it was not heard as they were conversing about something as the lady took her basket and placed it on her belly. My wife bid good bye and turned all of a sudden and started to get in the hall.




I was stunned, standing with open cock that did a 'X' on her ass few seconds back. I perched and stood with my whole back on the wall while my wife crossed me unnoticed. She went hastily to the kitchen for something. Meanwhile, the vegetable lady was facing the opposite side taking her money purse out that was secured within her blouse from her right boob. In that split second, as I gripped my wall my hulk did a final splash. The force at a 45% angle crossed the entrance and landed safely just in middle of her ass back. It created a vertical line starting from the area where her saree was inserted in her belly back and ended down the butt. It looked like a bisection line for left and right butt.

Without further damage, I pulled my bermudas back where in that split second my wife came with money on her hand. She gave a puzzling look on why I stood pasting myself on wall holding my hall door with my hands. She crossed me and handed money to the lady and got the return change which she was taking from her purse turning back. As she finally departed, I saw her walking on the lobby with the wet cum still on. Let it be!

My wife asked me to lock the door and come in as she went into a room. I went near the entrance where I stood earlier, looked for any residual cum. Towards the stair, the vegetable lady gave a sharp turn and cast an angry look on me. Yes, I lied and it was revealed. She then left.

I locked the hall door and now the pain started coming back. With my son asleep and my wife at the room changing her dress, I rushed to the rest room, shut the door loudly and sat on the western toilet getting rid of my bermudas and jockey underwear.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!


What happened inside the rest room ? With Anu back home, what kind of a household is mine?

Stay tuned for the part 5 of 'Experiences with Shylaja' – The Stressful Night.
Currently in progress and will be out soon.

Picture version of this part to follow !

Please keep commenting as it is the only source of encouragement and makes me think more about my wife and other people whom I met. More nasty deeds to come (cum!!!)