07-09-2021, 03:55 PM
Episode 26
She is sucking him just like a porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day. Prakash ran his fingers through her luxuriant tresses. Those somewhat curly locks tumbled half way down her back. There was yet no grey in them and the dark tresses was in sharp contrast to her fair skinned body.
“Shake my cock as you suck it honey,” Prakash said his voice strained in passion.
She took her mouth of his cock to look enquiringly at him. His meaty dick was bathed in her saliva.
“Shake my cock as you suck baby,” Prakash repeated.
Her own lust was heightened by his expression of pure arousal. She stroked his cock slowly in long strokes. She kissed his rose-coloured bud every time she pulled his foreskin back. He was so aroused that his precum was seeping to the floor. Mounika was determined that his love juice was not to be wasted. When his precum flowed out as she pulled his foreskin back, she would swipe that of his bud with the tip of her tongue. She had never been so keen to taste the fluid of a man as she was now. As her tongue snaked out from her mouth it was a lighter shade of red than that of her lips. She stopped shaking him now as she licked his cock from the tip to the root. She was amazed at how hot his skin was. He was really in a high state of eroticism. She took his balls one by one and gently sucked it. They were really heavy sacs of virile fluid. His sperms were probably reaching towards the boiling point of release in them she thought. Seeing how big and heavy they were she thought that surely my daughter would become pregnant in no time.
Strangely this also made her jealous at the same time. Her daughter would be getting something from him that she can never have, namely his child. Well strictly speaking it was not impossible for her to bear his child as she hadn’t hit menopause yet. All she had to do was stop taking the birth control tabs she had recently started taking and he would soon make her belly swell. But that was out of the question, not at this age she thought regretfully. That means, would I have happily gone to the ultimate extent of cheating on my marriage by having my lover’s child if this affair with a consummate lover like Prakash had started I had been younger, say in my thirties, she wondered. Thinking now of how much she was consumed by her desire for Prakash she had to admit that the answer would have probably been a yes. She wanted to give every bit of herself to him, become immersed with him that she would have craved the unbreakable bond between them that their love child would create. This was the all-consuming passion with lust that she had never had before.
Suck me there Mounika,” Prakash said as he opened his legs a bit wider and lifted his balls up and exposed the sensitive part below his testicles to her. The more sexually adept Prema did this automatically without him having to ask or show her but the somewhat naïve Mounika in matters of sex needed to be guided. This itself was more erotic for Prakash. Prema probably have done this for a number of men but Mounika would be doing this only for him.
As Mounika brought her face close to that place the manly smell of arousal from his heated body hit her nostrils. This was a new smell, a strange smell but a highly intoxicating smell. She held on to his sturdy thighs for balance, her nails digging into his flesh by the force of her hold as she kissed him there. The touch of her tender lips on the flesh made him shiver in pleasure. She ran her tongue in a line over the inner stem hidden by his skin. She ran it like a paint brush up and down.
“Ahhh…. Yes baby,” Prakash moaned.
Mounika now started sucking while letting her tongue brush on the spot. She was a quick leaner. They way he moaned and feeling his legs tremble in her strong grip told her how much of pleasure she was giving him. She did not know that he could be so sensitive in the spot. A young man like him was teaching a mature woman like her on new ways of pleasing a man. It showed her about his experience with women and also made her jealous once more that other women had also had the pleasure of this hunk of a man.
“I mustn’t be letting him show the ways to pleasure him, I must give him pleasures that he had not experienced before,” She thought determinedly.
At the same time Mounika also felt a tinge of guilt that she had never been this resolute in wanting to please her husband. What a whore this sweet rascal had made me become she thought. I’m a highly respected housewife but now I secretly desire to be his slut. She kneaded the flesh of his buttocks hard as she sucked beneath his balls. She ran her long fingers on the crack of his arse. She heard him take a sharp audible breath as her finger brushed against his butt hole. That’s another sensitive spot she thought as she rubbed the tip of her finger on his butt hole. When she pushed her finger inside Prakash’s cock jerked as he let out a loud groan of pleasure. She now stroked his cock as she sucked below his balls while at the same time probing his butt hole with her finger. This three- pronged attack on his privates took him to unknown heights of pleasure. She not only looked like a love goddess she was proving to be a love goddess in the art of sex too. Mounika felt the droplets of his precum seeping on to her face. She was very pleased that she was taking him to the throes of unimaginable pleasure.
Prakash wanted his cock back in her sweet and moist mouth. He pulled up her head and fed her his cock. She gobbled it enthusiastically and started sucking him with vigour. Her head bobbed up and down very rapidly as she took more than half his length in her mouth each time she sucked.
“Ohh honey yess… it’s so good baby …. Suck meeee…. Suck..suck…” This was the first time he was blabbering incoherently like this when getting a blowjob.
There was another first for him. When she continued to suck him so rapidly for another five or six minutes he had to stop her as his hot sperm was on the verge of spurting out. He had always enjoyed it tremendously when a woman sucked on his big dong but he had never before lost control that he would reach orgasm by the sucking alone. Usually when he wanted a woman to drink his love juice she had to masturbate him along with sucking him before he reached his orgasm. Even then he would have to concentrate to reach his climax but Mounika had been able to take him close to the peak just by her mouth alone.
“Come on baby I want to fuck you,” He said hoarsely.
“Let’s go to your bedroom sweetheart,” Mounika said as she got up. She too needed his thick girth stretching her love hole to it’s maximum.
“No, honey, that’s for later, let’s do it here,” Prakash said indicating his plush carpet.
He has fucked me in his condo’s bedroom, his house’s bedroom, in his car and now we are going to do it in the middle of the house like this she thought with eager anticipation. Everything with him was a new sexual adventure for her. He lay down on the carpet and held his long tool in his hand pointing to the ceiling. He wants me to ride him first she thought happily. She was going to ride him slowly. She wanted this first session to be a very long and pleasurable one. This way she could control the pace. She mounted his groin and took his cock from his hand. She rubbed it over her wet slit coating his head with her wet stickiness. She sat on him slowly letting her wet tunnel gobble him up inch by inch. She loved the feeling of his cock flesh pushing her moist walls aside as it slid in. She sat on him with a sigh of pleasure as she took the entirety of his manhood into her love hole. Their eyes met in a mixture of love, arousal and deep lust.
“One week without your pussy was a week too long,” He said with a smile. “My cock fit’s so snuggly in your pussy my love.”
She lay on his body and kissed him with ardour. “With you in me, it feels like we are both one. Just your cock inside me is like I’m in paradise.”
Mounika moved her buttocks in slow circles tightening her pussy walls as she did so. Prakash could see the strain in her face as she did that. “I can feel your pussy gripping Mounika,” Prakash said.
“Do I make you happy Prakash dear, do you really love me or am I just a free fuck? Are you having sex with me because I am Jayakar’s wife?”
Prakash held her cheeks in both his palms and kissed her puckered lips. “You are not just another woman to me Mounika. You are very special. The sole reason I intend to marry Sandhya is because I want to be with you.”
Mounika was both very pleased and a little disturbed. “You will treat Sandhya well won’t you. She is my daughter and I don’t want her life to be affected badly.”
“You mean so much to me so how can I treat your own flesh and blood badly. Don’t you worry my lovely lover, I’ll make her happy.” Prakash saw her face brighten in happiness but also noticed another emotion conflicting with that. He couldn’t quite place it but had seen a similar reaction elsewhere.
“What is it honey, your thinking something else?” Prakash asked directly.
Mounika shook her head and smiled,” No, nothing,” She answered evasively.
It was then that Prakash suddenly remembered where he had seen that expression before. It had not been on the face of a woman. That’s why he couldn’t quite place it. It had been on the face of a man. It was when he was caught one time by the husband of a women he was having sex with. The man had come home unexpectedly while he was in the midst of the second round with her. He was fucking her in her hall, on the sofa. He had heard her moaning loudly in pleasure and had peeked in through a small opening in the window blinds. He had seen his wife’s expression of pure bliss as she was fucked in doggy style. He had sat down broken on his own doorway. When the woman had come to send him off in the front doorway they were shocked to see the husband sitting there. The husband was not violent or angry he was sad and hurt badly by the betrayal. There tears of recrimination from the husband, tears of fear and sadness from the wife and he was helpless between them. This was the first time he had been caught in this situation. The wife apologised again and again to her husband. She assured him that she still loved him and the adulterous sex was only purely physical without any emotional involvement. She had succumbed in a moment of weakness and it was not his fault at all she had assured her husband. That’s when he had seen that expression, apart from the hurt and sadness there was this expression which he later learnt was jealousy. For the sake of their children the two of them worked things out. It was not easy and took a long time. It took a long time for the wounds to heal. She was not ready to give up her marriage which had been fine except that she had got a bit bored by the routine life. Only when this threat of the marriage failing did she realise how important it was for her. She cut off all contact with Prakash. Probably she will never again cheat on her husband Prakash concluded. For the first time Prakash felt bad about what he did when he saw the hurt on the face of the husband. He had avoided any such adulterous relationships for about two years. That is until he saw Mounika. He was captivated by her elegance, beauty and glamour. He had relapsed back to the joys of the forbidden pleasure. Having once done that, continuing with Prema and Lekha became a consequence of that.
“Mounika, are you jealous of your own daughter?” He teased her.
Mounika’s face turned bright red at having been found out. She buried her face in his neck, refusing to see his face. He forcibly pulled up her face. She closed her eyes tightly refusing to see his face.
“Look at me darling, come on, open your eyes.”
She shook her head I refusal. He kissed her deeply on before repeating,” Come on dear, look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes with a small smile of embarrassment playing on her lips.
“Don’t you want me to keep your daughter happy?”
Mounika nodded yes, shyly.
“I’ll give her my love and keep her happy but you will always be number one for me my love.” What both Mounika and Sandhya would not know is that he won’t be exclusively for them alone. He would discretely have his flings with any women he was attracted to and whom he succeeds in seducing. One thing is that he won’t indulge in paid sex.
Prakash looked at the lovely face looking back at him shyly. Do break that shyness and get her back to erotic sex mood he said,” The porn stars were right. Your lipstick is still intact and your lips are very kissable,” Prakash teased her.
“Don’t tease me you buffalo, I’m not a porn actress,” She admonished him but kissed him as he had told kiss desire for her wet lips.
Mounika’s him were moving back and forth while she lay on him. He helped her by squeezing her by her buttocks and pulling her up and down. In this way her breasts that were mashed against his chest were pulled up and down on his body. This made her nipples even more dilated if that was possible. The rubbing caused her to have two pleasure points invading her senses. One caused by his huge girthed cock in her tight pleasure hole and the other on her nipples by his chest.
“Take me darling, make me your woman,” She hissed in passion.
“No baby, you have to fuck me, You’re on top.”
Mounika sucked on his neck as she started moving her hips faster. Her Mangalsutra was rubbing against his chest causing some grating but he did not bother about it as the pleasure emanating from his groin was much greater than the little discomfort. Besides it reminded him that his cock was lodged in the cunt of Mrs Mounika Jayakar who was blissfully unaware that his wife was shamelessly fornicating with him waiting for the moment he would be out of the way. Mounika pressed her chest and upper part of her stomach on his body and just raised her buttocks till her body was arched like a reverse bow over his sturdy body. Only the head of his cock was held by her cunt lips.
“Push down my arse with your hands darling,” Mounika whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
Prakash grabbed both her soft buttocks flesh with his strong grip, squeezed the soft malleable flesh before pushing her arse down. As her cunt once more swallowed his cock fully Mounika moaned into his mouth as she sucked on his lips. As soon as their pubic hairs met she would raise her buttocks again as before inviting him to push downwards once more. The fucked like this for several minutes as she increased her speed. Each time his thick flesh rubbed against her sensitive spots in her pussy walls she would be transported to new heights of joy by that sensation. The flow of her love juice was constant and was lubricating his pole so that it aided her in moving faster and faster. The increasing intensity of her kiss told him that she was approaching her crescendo.
She was not able to keep her lips contact with his anymore. With eyes closed and mouth open she kept moaning,” nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck…”
He thrust his hips upwards meeting her downward plunge. Their rapidly churning sex organs was hastening her to blissful release. “OOohhh… fuckkkkk…,” Mounika shrieked loudly before she lay down completely on his body. The little shudders from her body every few seconds revealed the tremors of pleasure that was washing through her.
Mounika looked up at his face and smiled bashfully. She had shamelessly enjoyed this illicit mating and had immodestly lamented out loudly like a bitch in heat. There was no display of the decorum or dignity of a woman of her standing in society. She was simply a woman who was consumed by her lustful cravings. The whites of her eyes were now of a hue like her lips showing the extent of her heated passion.
“I needed that … I missed that … it was fantastic,” She generously praised his sexual prowess.
They engaged once more in a passionate kiss. Though sated for the moment, Mounika needed more than that. Small droplets of sweat had formed on their bodies. Before their first love making session ends the droplets would turn to small rivulets dripping down from their bodies. She sat up on his body with his cock still very much lodged deep within her. His hard flesh was still in its heated state despite the soaking it got from her feminine release. There was a strong smell of sex there now that kindle their desire towards their next session. She was still breathing heavily and her shapely breasts were moving in accordance to her heaving body. Mounika was so fair skinned that the areola at the tip of her breast was not dark hued but of a rich pink colour with a slighter darker distended half an inch bud that just needed to be suckled on. He would be the only other man apart from her husband who would be afforded that privilege. Seeing him look hungrily at them Mounika took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together. It was as if she was promising him that his cock would be pressed between those pulpy flesh the way it was now being pressed by her engulfing pussy muscles.
She held the back of his head slightly up by the palm of her hand and leaned forward and fed him her nipple. “Suck me my love, suckle it my baby boy,” She said huskily.
Like a famished baby he eagerly suckled on her breast causing her to moan. He chewed on her breast not caring if he was to leave a mark. Her husband would only be back after about ten days. His love marks should have healed by them. She whimpered in delight at the rough devouring of her flesh by her greedy lover. This was very different from how gently her husband handles her. He roughly squeezed her other breast as he fed on her. Both her rubbery tits were chewed like they have never been before. His handling had reddened the white flesh of her bell-shaped breasts. Her desire was fully ignited once more. She needed his rough plumbing of the depths of her womanhood. She slid off his body and lay on the lush carpet with her legs pulled wide to either side of her body.
“Fuck me Prakash dear, fuck me hard, I want you in me now,” She pleaded.
Prakash too was in extreme heat, he needed to get his own release. He mounted her quickly, plunging in his hot rod unceremoniously into her grasping pussy.
“Uff…,” Mounika grunted at the force of his trust. “Slowly you ruffian, your poking like this aww..”
Prakash was not in the apologetic mood. He started pumping his cock in with vigour. She held on to his heaving body frantically. She twined her legs over his, pressing her calves over his hard-muscled calves. Her nails were constantly digging in and releasing into the flesh of his broad back. His undulating body plunged his pole into her treasure as if it was moving in waves. The erotic movements of two passionate lovers engaging in the genuine act of seeking pleasure from each other’s body can never be replicated in the artificial world of the porn movies. Here were two lovers who were experiencing untold levels of pleasure from their sinful act of lust and passion.
“Ahh.. ngg… fuck me..Prakash… Prakash… ng,, ng.. “
“hump… sweet bitch… sweet cunt…ahh…”
“Your cock is killing me darling… Oh god god…ohh..”
“Fuck… I’m going to fuck your tight cunt every day baby.. every day till your husband comes back…”
Mounika was in a delirium of sexual pleasure. She was mumbling vulgarly .. words she had heard but never uttered before. “Tear my cunt you fucking bastard… you like my married hole don’t you… fuck me with your filthy cock..”
“Fucking your whorish slutty cunt is wonderful.. Jayakar… your wife is thrusting her cunt up for my cock… see how she fucks like a bitch in heat..”
“Ang… ang… harder you dirty big cocked bastard.. you like seducing another man’s wife don’t you .. show me what you’ve got.”
Prakash pumped in fast forceful thrusts, making their bodies thud together loudly. “How is my fucking… better than your husbands..”
In her highly passionate state of mind she was not conscious of what she was saying, only the need for more and more of the divine pleasure he was giving her. “Yes… your huge cock is super… fuck me baby like my husband never can.. ohh.. ohh.. ohh..”
They were like two animals fornicating without any reservations. Jayaker would have never recognised that this was his spouse of nearly thirty years who was wallowing in lust like this without a shred of decency or shame.
“Oh god your taking me to heaven Prakash .. My husband is nothing to you… you’re a superb lover aarr…”
“Ahhhh…. I’m coming baby…. Fill me .. fill my cunt with your virile life fluid…. Aarrghhh…”
Mounika lost all control. She moaned loudly, biting on to his chest, she drew hard lines on his back and his buttocks with her nails. This orgasm had surpassed even the pleasure he had given her earlier when they made love. She was vaguely conscious of his own fluid spewing into her hungrily spasming cunt flesh. It was like a volcano that had erupted into her spilling it’s potent lava. Her body was spasming harder than if she had been suffering from fits. This glorious bliss lasted for a long minute and more. When they finally came to their normal senses they shared a secret smile. A smile that recognised a new found intimacy that had grown between them and within them. She knew that she had crossed another line in her adulterous behaviour. She had talked disparagingly about her husband’s sexual organ and love making skill. This was a line she didn’t think she would cross but he had shown her paradise that she never imagined existed in sex.
She lay cosily in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. That they had left the evidence of their passion dripping in a large spot on the expensive carpet was of no consequence to them. Much more awaited them on this long day. Mounika thought that Prakash would definitely fulfil his promise of banging her at least four or five times today. He would sure exhaust her but that would be wonderful exhaustion.
She is sucking him just like a porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day. Prakash ran his fingers through her luxuriant tresses. Those somewhat curly locks tumbled half way down her back. There was yet no grey in them and the dark tresses was in sharp contrast to her fair skinned body.
“Shake my cock as you suck it honey,” Prakash said his voice strained in passion.
She took her mouth of his cock to look enquiringly at him. His meaty dick was bathed in her saliva.
“Shake my cock as you suck baby,” Prakash repeated.
Her own lust was heightened by his expression of pure arousal. She stroked his cock slowly in long strokes. She kissed his rose-coloured bud every time she pulled his foreskin back. He was so aroused that his precum was seeping to the floor. Mounika was determined that his love juice was not to be wasted. When his precum flowed out as she pulled his foreskin back, she would swipe that of his bud with the tip of her tongue. She had never been so keen to taste the fluid of a man as she was now. As her tongue snaked out from her mouth it was a lighter shade of red than that of her lips. She stopped shaking him now as she licked his cock from the tip to the root. She was amazed at how hot his skin was. He was really in a high state of eroticism. She took his balls one by one and gently sucked it. They were really heavy sacs of virile fluid. His sperms were probably reaching towards the boiling point of release in them she thought. Seeing how big and heavy they were she thought that surely my daughter would become pregnant in no time.
Strangely this also made her jealous at the same time. Her daughter would be getting something from him that she can never have, namely his child. Well strictly speaking it was not impossible for her to bear his child as she hadn’t hit menopause yet. All she had to do was stop taking the birth control tabs she had recently started taking and he would soon make her belly swell. But that was out of the question, not at this age she thought regretfully. That means, would I have happily gone to the ultimate extent of cheating on my marriage by having my lover’s child if this affair with a consummate lover like Prakash had started I had been younger, say in my thirties, she wondered. Thinking now of how much she was consumed by her desire for Prakash she had to admit that the answer would have probably been a yes. She wanted to give every bit of herself to him, become immersed with him that she would have craved the unbreakable bond between them that their love child would create. This was the all-consuming passion with lust that she had never had before.
Suck me there Mounika,” Prakash said as he opened his legs a bit wider and lifted his balls up and exposed the sensitive part below his testicles to her. The more sexually adept Prema did this automatically without him having to ask or show her but the somewhat naïve Mounika in matters of sex needed to be guided. This itself was more erotic for Prakash. Prema probably have done this for a number of men but Mounika would be doing this only for him.
As Mounika brought her face close to that place the manly smell of arousal from his heated body hit her nostrils. This was a new smell, a strange smell but a highly intoxicating smell. She held on to his sturdy thighs for balance, her nails digging into his flesh by the force of her hold as she kissed him there. The touch of her tender lips on the flesh made him shiver in pleasure. She ran her tongue in a line over the inner stem hidden by his skin. She ran it like a paint brush up and down.
“Ahhh…. Yes baby,” Prakash moaned.
Mounika now started sucking while letting her tongue brush on the spot. She was a quick leaner. They way he moaned and feeling his legs tremble in her strong grip told her how much of pleasure she was giving him. She did not know that he could be so sensitive in the spot. A young man like him was teaching a mature woman like her on new ways of pleasing a man. It showed her about his experience with women and also made her jealous once more that other women had also had the pleasure of this hunk of a man.
“I mustn’t be letting him show the ways to pleasure him, I must give him pleasures that he had not experienced before,” She thought determinedly.
At the same time Mounika also felt a tinge of guilt that she had never been this resolute in wanting to please her husband. What a whore this sweet rascal had made me become she thought. I’m a highly respected housewife but now I secretly desire to be his slut. She kneaded the flesh of his buttocks hard as she sucked beneath his balls. She ran her long fingers on the crack of his arse. She heard him take a sharp audible breath as her finger brushed against his butt hole. That’s another sensitive spot she thought as she rubbed the tip of her finger on his butt hole. When she pushed her finger inside Prakash’s cock jerked as he let out a loud groan of pleasure. She now stroked his cock as she sucked below his balls while at the same time probing his butt hole with her finger. This three- pronged attack on his privates took him to unknown heights of pleasure. She not only looked like a love goddess she was proving to be a love goddess in the art of sex too. Mounika felt the droplets of his precum seeping on to her face. She was very pleased that she was taking him to the throes of unimaginable pleasure.
Prakash wanted his cock back in her sweet and moist mouth. He pulled up her head and fed her his cock. She gobbled it enthusiastically and started sucking him with vigour. Her head bobbed up and down very rapidly as she took more than half his length in her mouth each time she sucked.
“Ohh honey yess… it’s so good baby …. Suck meeee…. Suck..suck…” This was the first time he was blabbering incoherently like this when getting a blowjob.
There was another first for him. When she continued to suck him so rapidly for another five or six minutes he had to stop her as his hot sperm was on the verge of spurting out. He had always enjoyed it tremendously when a woman sucked on his big dong but he had never before lost control that he would reach orgasm by the sucking alone. Usually when he wanted a woman to drink his love juice she had to masturbate him along with sucking him before he reached his orgasm. Even then he would have to concentrate to reach his climax but Mounika had been able to take him close to the peak just by her mouth alone.
“Come on baby I want to fuck you,” He said hoarsely.
“Let’s go to your bedroom sweetheart,” Mounika said as she got up. She too needed his thick girth stretching her love hole to it’s maximum.
“No, honey, that’s for later, let’s do it here,” Prakash said indicating his plush carpet.
He has fucked me in his condo’s bedroom, his house’s bedroom, in his car and now we are going to do it in the middle of the house like this she thought with eager anticipation. Everything with him was a new sexual adventure for her. He lay down on the carpet and held his long tool in his hand pointing to the ceiling. He wants me to ride him first she thought happily. She was going to ride him slowly. She wanted this first session to be a very long and pleasurable one. This way she could control the pace. She mounted his groin and took his cock from his hand. She rubbed it over her wet slit coating his head with her wet stickiness. She sat on him slowly letting her wet tunnel gobble him up inch by inch. She loved the feeling of his cock flesh pushing her moist walls aside as it slid in. She sat on him with a sigh of pleasure as she took the entirety of his manhood into her love hole. Their eyes met in a mixture of love, arousal and deep lust.
“One week without your pussy was a week too long,” He said with a smile. “My cock fit’s so snuggly in your pussy my love.”
She lay on his body and kissed him with ardour. “With you in me, it feels like we are both one. Just your cock inside me is like I’m in paradise.”
Mounika moved her buttocks in slow circles tightening her pussy walls as she did so. Prakash could see the strain in her face as she did that. “I can feel your pussy gripping Mounika,” Prakash said.
“Do I make you happy Prakash dear, do you really love me or am I just a free fuck? Are you having sex with me because I am Jayakar’s wife?”
Prakash held her cheeks in both his palms and kissed her puckered lips. “You are not just another woman to me Mounika. You are very special. The sole reason I intend to marry Sandhya is because I want to be with you.”
Mounika was both very pleased and a little disturbed. “You will treat Sandhya well won’t you. She is my daughter and I don’t want her life to be affected badly.”
“You mean so much to me so how can I treat your own flesh and blood badly. Don’t you worry my lovely lover, I’ll make her happy.” Prakash saw her face brighten in happiness but also noticed another emotion conflicting with that. He couldn’t quite place it but had seen a similar reaction elsewhere.
“What is it honey, your thinking something else?” Prakash asked directly.
Mounika shook her head and smiled,” No, nothing,” She answered evasively.
It was then that Prakash suddenly remembered where he had seen that expression before. It had not been on the face of a woman. That’s why he couldn’t quite place it. It had been on the face of a man. It was when he was caught one time by the husband of a women he was having sex with. The man had come home unexpectedly while he was in the midst of the second round with her. He was fucking her in her hall, on the sofa. He had heard her moaning loudly in pleasure and had peeked in through a small opening in the window blinds. He had seen his wife’s expression of pure bliss as she was fucked in doggy style. He had sat down broken on his own doorway. When the woman had come to send him off in the front doorway they were shocked to see the husband sitting there. The husband was not violent or angry he was sad and hurt badly by the betrayal. There tears of recrimination from the husband, tears of fear and sadness from the wife and he was helpless between them. This was the first time he had been caught in this situation. The wife apologised again and again to her husband. She assured him that she still loved him and the adulterous sex was only purely physical without any emotional involvement. She had succumbed in a moment of weakness and it was not his fault at all she had assured her husband. That’s when he had seen that expression, apart from the hurt and sadness there was this expression which he later learnt was jealousy. For the sake of their children the two of them worked things out. It was not easy and took a long time. It took a long time for the wounds to heal. She was not ready to give up her marriage which had been fine except that she had got a bit bored by the routine life. Only when this threat of the marriage failing did she realise how important it was for her. She cut off all contact with Prakash. Probably she will never again cheat on her husband Prakash concluded. For the first time Prakash felt bad about what he did when he saw the hurt on the face of the husband. He had avoided any such adulterous relationships for about two years. That is until he saw Mounika. He was captivated by her elegance, beauty and glamour. He had relapsed back to the joys of the forbidden pleasure. Having once done that, continuing with Prema and Lekha became a consequence of that.
“Mounika, are you jealous of your own daughter?” He teased her.
Mounika’s face turned bright red at having been found out. She buried her face in his neck, refusing to see his face. He forcibly pulled up her face. She closed her eyes tightly refusing to see his face.
“Look at me darling, come on, open your eyes.”
She shook her head I refusal. He kissed her deeply on before repeating,” Come on dear, look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes with a small smile of embarrassment playing on her lips.
“Don’t you want me to keep your daughter happy?”
Mounika nodded yes, shyly.
“I’ll give her my love and keep her happy but you will always be number one for me my love.” What both Mounika and Sandhya would not know is that he won’t be exclusively for them alone. He would discretely have his flings with any women he was attracted to and whom he succeeds in seducing. One thing is that he won’t indulge in paid sex.
Prakash looked at the lovely face looking back at him shyly. Do break that shyness and get her back to erotic sex mood he said,” The porn stars were right. Your lipstick is still intact and your lips are very kissable,” Prakash teased her.
“Don’t tease me you buffalo, I’m not a porn actress,” She admonished him but kissed him as he had told kiss desire for her wet lips.
Mounika’s him were moving back and forth while she lay on him. He helped her by squeezing her by her buttocks and pulling her up and down. In this way her breasts that were mashed against his chest were pulled up and down on his body. This made her nipples even more dilated if that was possible. The rubbing caused her to have two pleasure points invading her senses. One caused by his huge girthed cock in her tight pleasure hole and the other on her nipples by his chest.
“Take me darling, make me your woman,” She hissed in passion.
“No baby, you have to fuck me, You’re on top.”
Mounika sucked on his neck as she started moving her hips faster. Her Mangalsutra was rubbing against his chest causing some grating but he did not bother about it as the pleasure emanating from his groin was much greater than the little discomfort. Besides it reminded him that his cock was lodged in the cunt of Mrs Mounika Jayakar who was blissfully unaware that his wife was shamelessly fornicating with him waiting for the moment he would be out of the way. Mounika pressed her chest and upper part of her stomach on his body and just raised her buttocks till her body was arched like a reverse bow over his sturdy body. Only the head of his cock was held by her cunt lips.
“Push down my arse with your hands darling,” Mounika whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
Prakash grabbed both her soft buttocks flesh with his strong grip, squeezed the soft malleable flesh before pushing her arse down. As her cunt once more swallowed his cock fully Mounika moaned into his mouth as she sucked on his lips. As soon as their pubic hairs met she would raise her buttocks again as before inviting him to push downwards once more. The fucked like this for several minutes as she increased her speed. Each time his thick flesh rubbed against her sensitive spots in her pussy walls she would be transported to new heights of joy by that sensation. The flow of her love juice was constant and was lubricating his pole so that it aided her in moving faster and faster. The increasing intensity of her kiss told him that she was approaching her crescendo.
She was not able to keep her lips contact with his anymore. With eyes closed and mouth open she kept moaning,” nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck…”
He thrust his hips upwards meeting her downward plunge. Their rapidly churning sex organs was hastening her to blissful release. “OOohhh… fuckkkkk…,” Mounika shrieked loudly before she lay down completely on his body. The little shudders from her body every few seconds revealed the tremors of pleasure that was washing through her.
Mounika looked up at his face and smiled bashfully. She had shamelessly enjoyed this illicit mating and had immodestly lamented out loudly like a bitch in heat. There was no display of the decorum or dignity of a woman of her standing in society. She was simply a woman who was consumed by her lustful cravings. The whites of her eyes were now of a hue like her lips showing the extent of her heated passion.
“I needed that … I missed that … it was fantastic,” She generously praised his sexual prowess.
They engaged once more in a passionate kiss. Though sated for the moment, Mounika needed more than that. Small droplets of sweat had formed on their bodies. Before their first love making session ends the droplets would turn to small rivulets dripping down from their bodies. She sat up on his body with his cock still very much lodged deep within her. His hard flesh was still in its heated state despite the soaking it got from her feminine release. There was a strong smell of sex there now that kindle their desire towards their next session. She was still breathing heavily and her shapely breasts were moving in accordance to her heaving body. Mounika was so fair skinned that the areola at the tip of her breast was not dark hued but of a rich pink colour with a slighter darker distended half an inch bud that just needed to be suckled on. He would be the only other man apart from her husband who would be afforded that privilege. Seeing him look hungrily at them Mounika took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together. It was as if she was promising him that his cock would be pressed between those pulpy flesh the way it was now being pressed by her engulfing pussy muscles.
She held the back of his head slightly up by the palm of her hand and leaned forward and fed him her nipple. “Suck me my love, suckle it my baby boy,” She said huskily.
Like a famished baby he eagerly suckled on her breast causing her to moan. He chewed on her breast not caring if he was to leave a mark. Her husband would only be back after about ten days. His love marks should have healed by them. She whimpered in delight at the rough devouring of her flesh by her greedy lover. This was very different from how gently her husband handles her. He roughly squeezed her other breast as he fed on her. Both her rubbery tits were chewed like they have never been before. His handling had reddened the white flesh of her bell-shaped breasts. Her desire was fully ignited once more. She needed his rough plumbing of the depths of her womanhood. She slid off his body and lay on the lush carpet with her legs pulled wide to either side of her body.
“Fuck me Prakash dear, fuck me hard, I want you in me now,” She pleaded.
Prakash too was in extreme heat, he needed to get his own release. He mounted her quickly, plunging in his hot rod unceremoniously into her grasping pussy.
“Uff…,” Mounika grunted at the force of his trust. “Slowly you ruffian, your poking like this aww..”
Prakash was not in the apologetic mood. He started pumping his cock in with vigour. She held on to his heaving body frantically. She twined her legs over his, pressing her calves over his hard-muscled calves. Her nails were constantly digging in and releasing into the flesh of his broad back. His undulating body plunged his pole into her treasure as if it was moving in waves. The erotic movements of two passionate lovers engaging in the genuine act of seeking pleasure from each other’s body can never be replicated in the artificial world of the porn movies. Here were two lovers who were experiencing untold levels of pleasure from their sinful act of lust and passion.
“Ahh.. ngg… fuck me..Prakash… Prakash… ng,, ng.. “
“hump… sweet bitch… sweet cunt…ahh…”
“Your cock is killing me darling… Oh god god…ohh..”
“Fuck… I’m going to fuck your tight cunt every day baby.. every day till your husband comes back…”
Mounika was in a delirium of sexual pleasure. She was mumbling vulgarly .. words she had heard but never uttered before. “Tear my cunt you fucking bastard… you like my married hole don’t you… fuck me with your filthy cock..”
“Fucking your whorish slutty cunt is wonderful.. Jayakar… your wife is thrusting her cunt up for my cock… see how she fucks like a bitch in heat..”
“Ang… ang… harder you dirty big cocked bastard.. you like seducing another man’s wife don’t you .. show me what you’ve got.”
Prakash pumped in fast forceful thrusts, making their bodies thud together loudly. “How is my fucking… better than your husbands..”
In her highly passionate state of mind she was not conscious of what she was saying, only the need for more and more of the divine pleasure he was giving her. “Yes… your huge cock is super… fuck me baby like my husband never can.. ohh.. ohh.. ohh..”
They were like two animals fornicating without any reservations. Jayaker would have never recognised that this was his spouse of nearly thirty years who was wallowing in lust like this without a shred of decency or shame.
“Oh god your taking me to heaven Prakash .. My husband is nothing to you… you’re a superb lover aarr…”
“Ahhhh…. I’m coming baby…. Fill me .. fill my cunt with your virile life fluid…. Aarrghhh…”
Mounika lost all control. She moaned loudly, biting on to his chest, she drew hard lines on his back and his buttocks with her nails. This orgasm had surpassed even the pleasure he had given her earlier when they made love. She was vaguely conscious of his own fluid spewing into her hungrily spasming cunt flesh. It was like a volcano that had erupted into her spilling it’s potent lava. Her body was spasming harder than if she had been suffering from fits. This glorious bliss lasted for a long minute and more. When they finally came to their normal senses they shared a secret smile. A smile that recognised a new found intimacy that had grown between them and within them. She knew that she had crossed another line in her adulterous behaviour. She had talked disparagingly about her husband’s sexual organ and love making skill. This was a line she didn’t think she would cross but he had shown her paradise that she never imagined existed in sex.
She lay cosily in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. That they had left the evidence of their passion dripping in a large spot on the expensive carpet was of no consequence to them. Much more awaited them on this long day. Mounika thought that Prakash would definitely fulfil his promise of banging her at least four or five times today. He would sure exhaust her but that would be wonderful exhaustion.
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