13-05-2019, 05:14 PM
Over the years as Shyam had aged gracefully, his sex drive had remained high. However, his body hadn't been able to keep pace with his libido. He was no longer able to ejaculate every few hours as he could when he was young. Nowadays, once every couple of days was about the most that he could manage. However, with his good health and vigour, lovemaking skills honed over the years and supported by advances in medical science, he was able to maintain himself hard for long periods and extract the maximum possible pleasure, for himself as well as for his lucky lovers.
"Aao, tumhara pair check karte hain."
"Come, let's check your foot."
He led her through the bedroom to the attached toilet. The bedroom was small, with just enough room for a queen sized bed, a small wardrobe and a dresser. The toilet on the hand was quite big. There was a bathtub big enough for two, two separate his and hers washbasins, a shower stall, toilet, bidet and also a men's urinal off in a corner. The owner's wife hated the idea of men splashing pee all over the toilet seat...
Shyam ran some hot water in the bathtub and seated Kalpana on the edge, immersing her feet in the water. He fetched towels, soap and a hard bristled nylon brush, then seated himself on the opposite edge of the bathtub. Resting her foot in his lap, he used the brush to gently scrub it clean of the sand and then washed it with soap and water. Peering closely, he saw a sharp little piece of seashell embedded in the ball of her foot.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed as he pulled it off with a pair of tweezers. There was no blood.
"Ab tumhare pairon ki achchi safai karte hain!"
"Let's properly clean up your feet now!" He murmured.
He soaped her foot and scrubbed it all over, first gently and then with increasing vigour as she wriggled and alternated between squeals and laughter, trying to pull her foot out of his grasp while he held on tightly. He even managed to pull off a silver ring wrapped tight around her toe. That act was so appropriate; the toe ring was a symbol of her status as a married woman...
Having thoroughly cleaned and dried one foot, he repeated the process with her other foot too. He paused to admire the small size, dainty shape, well-formed arches and neatly trimmed toenails of her feet. They could do with a pedicure though, he thought, feeling the thickened skin of her heels. He made a mental note to arrange her appointment at his spa. His own feet were always immaculately pedicured, nails trimmed and smoothened. He washed and dried his feet too. He kissed her sole and then pressed it against the underside of his by now semi-hard cock. She lost herself in the waves of pleasure washing over her, as he continued to play with her feet...
He made her lie on the baithak, her shoulders propped up against a bolster. She was dressed in her sari and petticoat, her pallu loosely covering her bosom. Her blouse, bra and torn panty lay discarded on the floor. Fully naked, he sat on a pouffe at her feet, a bottle of body lotion by his side. He rested her foot in his lap and slowly massaged it with body lotion, once in a while rubbing his cock on her sole. She luxuriated in waves of pleasure as he slowly worked his way up her ankles and then to her calves, stopping at her knees and then working his way back to her foot. He repeated the process with her other leg. He then started caressing her legs with his foot, starting at her calf and working his way up her thigh almost up to her pussy and then down again on the other foot. She started moaning again and her pussy once again flooded. He made her raise her sari to her hips and spread her thighs apart, exposing her drooling cunt.
Sliding his foot up her thigh, he paused at junction of her thighs and ran his big toe up and down her slit. Her labia parted a little and he stroked them with his toe.
"Nnnhh..." She moaned breathily as her pussy responded to the novel sensation of being stimulated by his toe. He even tried to fuck her with his big toe but just about managed to insert it an inch deep. He fed his wet toe into her mouth and made her suck it clean. He kept doing this many times. He also ran his foot over her torso, caressing her soft belly and full breasts. He tried to pinch her nipple between his toes but was not dextrous enough...
He knelt over her, his knees straddling her chest and fed his cock into her mouth. She held his shaft as her lips and tongue lovingly kissed and licked his cockhead till she made him fully hard again.
"Aao!"
"Come!" He lay flat on his back and made her straddle his hips. He held his cock and helped her to snag his cockhead between her inner labia.
"Aaanhh..." She sighed in ecstasy as she sank down and impaled herself on his hard cock. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, while he grasped her full breasts in his hands. She then started moving her hips forward and back, causing his cock to slide in and out of her pussy, igniting little sparks inside her. Once in a while she moved a little sideways too, making his cock rub against hitherto untouched areas of her pussy. Shyam kept kissing and licking her lips while his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts and once in a while pinched and slapped her ass. She started panting and perspiring profusely with her exertions. Although she was in a constant state of sexual arousal and came close to climaxing several times, she found that she just couldn't get off in the woman on top position. She was forced to pause.
"Aap hi poora kijiye."
"Please finish." She whispered.
Without disengaging his cock, Shyam flipped her over on her back and leaned over her. She placed her hands over her head and lay spread-eagled, wordlessly offering her body for his pleasure. As she bore his full weight on top of her and absorbed the force of his lusty thrusts against her mound and thighs, the act of surrendering her body to him triggered a massive orgasm. As was is wont, he paused for a while to enjoy her going through a convulsive orgasm and then resumed his hard thrusts, plumbing the depths of her tight, inflamed cunt, deriving utmost pleasure in the knowledge that he was ravishing another man's wife who had willingly offered herself to him. They lost count of the number of times she climaxed, until he finally allowed himself to go over the cliff and ejaculated deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, panting and completely out of breath. Both were perspiring profusely.
"Aao, tumhara pair check karte hain."
"Come, let's check your foot."
He led her through the bedroom to the attached toilet. The bedroom was small, with just enough room for a queen sized bed, a small wardrobe and a dresser. The toilet on the hand was quite big. There was a bathtub big enough for two, two separate his and hers washbasins, a shower stall, toilet, bidet and also a men's urinal off in a corner. The owner's wife hated the idea of men splashing pee all over the toilet seat...
Shyam ran some hot water in the bathtub and seated Kalpana on the edge, immersing her feet in the water. He fetched towels, soap and a hard bristled nylon brush, then seated himself on the opposite edge of the bathtub. Resting her foot in his lap, he used the brush to gently scrub it clean of the sand and then washed it with soap and water. Peering closely, he saw a sharp little piece of seashell embedded in the ball of her foot.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed as he pulled it off with a pair of tweezers. There was no blood.
"Ab tumhare pairon ki achchi safai karte hain!"
"Let's properly clean up your feet now!" He murmured.
He soaped her foot and scrubbed it all over, first gently and then with increasing vigour as she wriggled and alternated between squeals and laughter, trying to pull her foot out of his grasp while he held on tightly. He even managed to pull off a silver ring wrapped tight around her toe. That act was so appropriate; the toe ring was a symbol of her status as a married woman...
Having thoroughly cleaned and dried one foot, he repeated the process with her other foot too. He paused to admire the small size, dainty shape, well-formed arches and neatly trimmed toenails of her feet. They could do with a pedicure though, he thought, feeling the thickened skin of her heels. He made a mental note to arrange her appointment at his spa. His own feet were always immaculately pedicured, nails trimmed and smoothened. He washed and dried his feet too. He kissed her sole and then pressed it against the underside of his by now semi-hard cock. She lost herself in the waves of pleasure washing over her, as he continued to play with her feet...
He made her lie on the baithak, her shoulders propped up against a bolster. She was dressed in her sari and petticoat, her pallu loosely covering her bosom. Her blouse, bra and torn panty lay discarded on the floor. Fully naked, he sat on a pouffe at her feet, a bottle of body lotion by his side. He rested her foot in his lap and slowly massaged it with body lotion, once in a while rubbing his cock on her sole. She luxuriated in waves of pleasure as he slowly worked his way up her ankles and then to her calves, stopping at her knees and then working his way back to her foot. He repeated the process with her other leg. He then started caressing her legs with his foot, starting at her calf and working his way up her thigh almost up to her pussy and then down again on the other foot. She started moaning again and her pussy once again flooded. He made her raise her sari to her hips and spread her thighs apart, exposing her drooling cunt.
Sliding his foot up her thigh, he paused at junction of her thighs and ran his big toe up and down her slit. Her labia parted a little and he stroked them with his toe.
"Nnnhh..." She moaned breathily as her pussy responded to the novel sensation of being stimulated by his toe. He even tried to fuck her with his big toe but just about managed to insert it an inch deep. He fed his wet toe into her mouth and made her suck it clean. He kept doing this many times. He also ran his foot over her torso, caressing her soft belly and full breasts. He tried to pinch her nipple between his toes but was not dextrous enough...
He knelt over her, his knees straddling her chest and fed his cock into her mouth. She held his shaft as her lips and tongue lovingly kissed and licked his cockhead till she made him fully hard again.
"Aao!"
"Come!" He lay flat on his back and made her straddle his hips. He held his cock and helped her to snag his cockhead between her inner labia.
"Aaanhh..." She sighed in ecstasy as she sank down and impaled herself on his hard cock. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, while he grasped her full breasts in his hands. She then started moving her hips forward and back, causing his cock to slide in and out of her pussy, igniting little sparks inside her. Once in a while she moved a little sideways too, making his cock rub against hitherto untouched areas of her pussy. Shyam kept kissing and licking her lips while his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts and once in a while pinched and slapped her ass. She started panting and perspiring profusely with her exertions. Although she was in a constant state of sexual arousal and came close to climaxing several times, she found that she just couldn't get off in the woman on top position. She was forced to pause.
"Aap hi poora kijiye."
"Please finish." She whispered.
Without disengaging his cock, Shyam flipped her over on her back and leaned over her. She placed her hands over her head and lay spread-eagled, wordlessly offering her body for his pleasure. As she bore his full weight on top of her and absorbed the force of his lusty thrusts against her mound and thighs, the act of surrendering her body to him triggered a massive orgasm. As was is wont, he paused for a while to enjoy her going through a convulsive orgasm and then resumed his hard thrusts, plumbing the depths of her tight, inflamed cunt, deriving utmost pleasure in the knowledge that he was ravishing another man's wife who had willingly offered herself to him. They lost count of the number of times she climaxed, until he finally allowed himself to go over the cliff and ejaculated deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, panting and completely out of breath. Both were perspiring profusely.
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