13-05-2019, 05:08 PM
As Shyam slowly recovered his breath after collapsing on top of Kalpana, he too was amazed at his capacity to fuck a woman twice in the space of a few hours. His cock stung as he pulled back his foreskin. The cockhead was bruised and red. He would probably not be able to get it up again for a day or two, he mused.
"Tumhari choot itni tight hai ki tumne merey lund ki khal hi utar dali!"
"You have such a tight cunt that you nearly peeled the skin off my cock!" He exclaimed spontaneously in crude Hindi.
Exposure to erotic English movies and stories courtesy her hubby Kapil had desensitized her to explicit English words like cock, cunt, ass, fuck etc. But her genteel, middle class Indian upbringing made her recoil in horror when she heard synonymous words in Hindi like lund, choot, gaand, chudai etc. Early in their marriage, she had told her hubby Kapil quite firmly her dislike of such language and he had thereafter respected her sensibilities.
Kalpana was naturally scandalized at Shyam's use of such crude Hindi words. Her embarrassment left her speechless. She cringed and buried her face in a pillow, saying nothing. Even so, his language awakened an illicit thrill of excitement somewhere deep within her...
Shyam was pleased, but not surprised at how tightly her pussy had gripped his cock. He knew that the notion of pussies inevitably becoming loose with age, use and childbearing was just not true. Although Kalpana was in her thirties and had borne two children, her pelvic floor muscles were strong and well-toned, thanks to her habit of doing regular exercises and yoga. Contractions of her pussy muscles during regular and energetic sex with Kapil had also helped to keep her pussy tight.
"But don't get your hope up that this will happen every time we meet. After all I am not a young stud anymore!" He admonished.
"Chhee! Kaisi baaten kar rahe hain aap!"
"How can you talk like that!" Kalpana responded, her ears red with embarrassment.
It was not clear whether she was protesting his use of vulgar Hindi or his admission of the limits of his stamina. Moreover, she was not used to talking openly about such matters. She was nevertheless thrilled with Shyam's implied promise of more such meetings. Gathering courage, she decided to tease him a bit.
"Aapne kaise samajh liya ki hum phir se milenge?"
"What makes you think that we will meet again?" She asked cheekily.
"Haan, yeh bhi sach hai. Ab hamare project ka kaam toh kareeb kareeb poora ho gaya hai."
"That's right. After all the work on our project is almost completed." Shyam played along with a straight face.
"Ji!"
"Yes!" She said.
"Phir bhi, agar zaroorat pade toh tumhe bula lenge. Aaogi na?"
"Still, if needed I'll call you. You'll come, won't you?" Shyam asked with a sly smile.
"Aapki zaroorat poori karneko toh aana hi padega na?"
"I'll have to come if you need me, isn't that so?" Kalpana responded, her eyes twinkling.
"Bilkul theek. Tumhari bhi koi zaroorat ho toh bhi tum aa sakti ho! Tumhari zarooratein poori karne ki poori koshish karoonga."
"Good. You too can come if you need something. I'll do my best to fulfil your needs." Shyam promised.
Both knew exactly what "needs" they were talking about.
"We should have a proper channel to communicate. No point in needlessly involving others, don't you think? Shyam asked, coming down to practical matters.
Kalpana nodded in assent.
"Tell you what. Why don't you set up a new email account? Let me know the ID and password on Monday. That way, we can communicate through that account by saving messages in the Drafts folder. OK?" Shyam suggested.
"Yes Sir!" Kalpana responded.
She then disappeared into the bathroom and emerged fifteen minutes later, clean, well-groomed and smelling of a light floral perfume. Shyam speeded her on her way with a quick kiss and a playful whack on her bottom.
***
"Tumhari choot itni tight hai ki tumne merey lund ki khal hi utar dali!"
"You have such a tight cunt that you nearly peeled the skin off my cock!" He exclaimed spontaneously in crude Hindi.
Exposure to erotic English movies and stories courtesy her hubby Kapil had desensitized her to explicit English words like cock, cunt, ass, fuck etc. But her genteel, middle class Indian upbringing made her recoil in horror when she heard synonymous words in Hindi like lund, choot, gaand, chudai etc. Early in their marriage, she had told her hubby Kapil quite firmly her dislike of such language and he had thereafter respected her sensibilities.
Kalpana was naturally scandalized at Shyam's use of such crude Hindi words. Her embarrassment left her speechless. She cringed and buried her face in a pillow, saying nothing. Even so, his language awakened an illicit thrill of excitement somewhere deep within her...
Shyam was pleased, but not surprised at how tightly her pussy had gripped his cock. He knew that the notion of pussies inevitably becoming loose with age, use and childbearing was just not true. Although Kalpana was in her thirties and had borne two children, her pelvic floor muscles were strong and well-toned, thanks to her habit of doing regular exercises and yoga. Contractions of her pussy muscles during regular and energetic sex with Kapil had also helped to keep her pussy tight.
"But don't get your hope up that this will happen every time we meet. After all I am not a young stud anymore!" He admonished.
"Chhee! Kaisi baaten kar rahe hain aap!"
"How can you talk like that!" Kalpana responded, her ears red with embarrassment.
It was not clear whether she was protesting his use of vulgar Hindi or his admission of the limits of his stamina. Moreover, she was not used to talking openly about such matters. She was nevertheless thrilled with Shyam's implied promise of more such meetings. Gathering courage, she decided to tease him a bit.
"Aapne kaise samajh liya ki hum phir se milenge?"
"What makes you think that we will meet again?" She asked cheekily.
"Haan, yeh bhi sach hai. Ab hamare project ka kaam toh kareeb kareeb poora ho gaya hai."
"That's right. After all the work on our project is almost completed." Shyam played along with a straight face.
"Ji!"
"Yes!" She said.
"Phir bhi, agar zaroorat pade toh tumhe bula lenge. Aaogi na?"
"Still, if needed I'll call you. You'll come, won't you?" Shyam asked with a sly smile.
"Aapki zaroorat poori karneko toh aana hi padega na?"
"I'll have to come if you need me, isn't that so?" Kalpana responded, her eyes twinkling.
"Bilkul theek. Tumhari bhi koi zaroorat ho toh bhi tum aa sakti ho! Tumhari zarooratein poori karne ki poori koshish karoonga."
"Good. You too can come if you need something. I'll do my best to fulfil your needs." Shyam promised.
Both knew exactly what "needs" they were talking about.
"We should have a proper channel to communicate. No point in needlessly involving others, don't you think? Shyam asked, coming down to practical matters.
Kalpana nodded in assent.
"Tell you what. Why don't you set up a new email account? Let me know the ID and password on Monday. That way, we can communicate through that account by saving messages in the Drafts folder. OK?" Shyam suggested.
"Yes Sir!" Kalpana responded.
She then disappeared into the bathroom and emerged fifteen minutes later, clean, well-groomed and smelling of a light floral perfume. Shyam speeded her on her way with a quick kiss and a playful whack on her bottom.
***
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