Adultery Indian Girl and the Landlord

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Indian Girl and the Landlord 2: Deeper into the web

 

*FLASH* a closeup of clean-shaven pussy!

Darkness

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*FLASH* dark fingers riding up a bare thigh.

Darkness

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*FLASH* sweet moaning sounds.

*FLASH* pouty lips with red lipstick parted.

Darkness

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*FLASH* The sweet smell of roses and sandalwood

*FLASH* Tight dress over full supple breasts heaving up and down

*FLASH* fair legs and bare feet rubbing over a dark back

*FLASH* sweet sighs of a woman aroused

*FLASH* A tongue fervently flicking in a wet pussy lapping up the juices

EJACULATION!

 

Murali Krishna woke up from his wet dream. The dream had tingled all his senses – smell, vision, touch, hearing, and taste arousing him into a state of utmost ecstasy. He had never imagined that he would be reduced to ejaculating in his lungi in his sleep like a sex starved collegeboy at the stroke of puberty. Even during his college days, he had never experienced nightfall. Yet here he was decades later living that phase! Over and over in the past week he had been getting visions like these in his dreams and either they gave him a really stiff woody to take care of in the mornings or a soiled garment and bedsheet to take care of at night! This was crazy and it just needed to be taken care of.

 

Ever since Radhika had strutted into the kitchen on that fateful day for preparing the honey tea, life was brimming with possibilities. He recalled that fruitful day in vivid detail. Radhika had climbed on the kitchen slab wearing a skimpy outfit what he had seen only models wearing in fancy magazines wearing while going to bed. It showed so much skin! Her slender long legs were on full display with the morning light shining on them through the windows with a soft glow. Murali walked into the kitchen with taking in all of that view. He was woken up from his morning holiday slumber by Radhika, so he was still questioning the reality of it all. Surely, the fair maiden whom he secretly lusted for and had been spying hard to catch glimpses of for so long couldn’t have been standing bare feet in such skimpy clothes on his kitchen countertop for real! He walked closer and welcomed a high-definition unbounded view of her shapely legs.

 

She moved a bit trying to reach for something behind him and his gaze fell on her feet. Oh, what pretty toes! All beautifully painted shining with smoothest coat of a hot pink nail polish. He found himself bending towards them and noticed 10 reflections forming and moving closer on the toenails. They really were smooth and shiny. He never realized that he liked feet so much! The toes were long, and toenails were well manicured. Slowly he saw one of the feet lifting up and coming towards her. He saw it moving in slow motion towards his face as his jaw automatically dropped open and his heartbeat increased. The underside of the foot came into view as it lifted up and he saw the soft ball of the foot come in very close proximity to his face. It kept on moving forward and brushed ever so softly against his cheek sending shivers down Murali’s spine. The foot finally landed on his shoulder and Radhika moved forward to put some weight on it. First contact! This gave Murali an instant rock-solid hard-on. This felt really personal and was beyond what he had ever hoped to achieve. As the reality of this contact was still sinking in, his vision adjusted to the sight that was now floating before him.

 

There, right in front of his eyes was a tender, clean shaven, soft pussy in all its glory standing out without a single hair in sight! All the skin around it gleamed due to the oils that were massaged into the skin. Radhika kept reaching for something from a shelf on the wall behind Murali. In the process she kept pushing forward more and more bearing more and more weight on that right foot and the torso inching forward with each little push. The pussy kept on coming closer and closer to Murali. That girl was totally oblivious to the fact that she was on full display to her landlord. Murali could even smell her pussy very clearly due to the proximity now. It smelled of roses and sandalwood! Is that what angels smelled like? Also, is that what the pussy actually looked like? Even after all these years of marriage this was his first view of a pussy this up-close and clear. His wife never took care of herself down there and had always discouraged any explorations and experimentation with it. And here he was, a pussy in full view smelling like the sweetest things on the planet. He immediately understood the appeal of a well-maintained pussy and started salivating in anticipation of what it would taste like. He just wanted to begin with kissing the outer lips right then and there! But then, something even more fortuitous happened.

 

Radhika’s sole slid forward till her heel was on the shoulder. It then moved downward from there with the heel rubbing against Murali’s back. He could feel the calf touching the back of his shoulder as the leg kept moving. Finally, the back of the knee came to rest on the shoulder with the pussy just a tongue-stretch away from his mouth. Murali’s heavy breath from his shocked gaping mouth was hitting against the pussy now. Radhika’s other leg was straight at her knee. She was leaning forward with her ankle as the foot remained on the countertop. She was holding a bottle of honey in one hand and her other hand was holding on to a shelf behind Murali to maintain balance. If someone had walked in at that moment, they would have gotten to see the most erotic pose of their life. It was poetic really. Dark skin against fair, lithe young body against a pudgy older body, one long leg wrapped around a bare shoulder, another long leg stretched forward and out with both of them totally bare. The dress had ridden up to reveal the sweet peach shaped ass and the sun happily warming it up with its freshest morning rays. It looked like the Virgo sex position right out of the Kamasutra. Finally, her weight transferred completely to the leg on the shoulder, and she had swung her other leg deftly and smoothly around. She put her thigh on the other shoulder. In effect she was riding on Murali’s shoulders just in the reverse position. Her hands dug into his hair as she gave them a gentle tug.

 

Then Murali had carried her to the dining table lapping up that sweet pussy smelling of roses and sandalwood as she poured fresh honey on it. What a yummy breakfast treat! His dick was oozing precum at this point wetting a big portion of this lungi. His sex starved brain went into an overdrive. He went crazy with all the things on offering. He found himself pouring milk on her legs licking them up. It was so many years of need that came pouring out. His prude of a wife had never allowed him to get so close to the pussy or even agreed to tidy up for such fun. He had always liked feet but now he really understood his attraction them and went crazy on Radhika’s toes and soles. How he went after them licking between the toes, kissing the arches, and defining each ridge on her sole with his tongue as she scrunched her feet! He did not find any resistance. Only a willing partner enjoying along with him! Finally, just as he started to inch towards the sweet peachy ass, had it all come to an end. That wretched gate creaked loud followed by the drawl from the motor of the scooty. It meant that his nagging wife had returned home. The party had to be abandoned then and there and Radhika had to make a quick and silent exit.

 

Murali was really unsure of what stars smiled on him to bless him with such good fortune. If only the flag hoisting ceremony at his wife’s college had taken longer! Why did she return the moment when she did? Why couldn’t she have gotten into a traffic jam or even had met with an accident? He had always considered himself to be a boobs guy but all he could think of now were those pretty feet, the sweet pussy, and the shapely ass. He realized that he hadn’t even seen Radhika’s boobs so far and yet it had such a profound effect on him. Oh, there was so much in store for him! He was in a daze for the next week. People around the office saw him staring into boring files and smiling. He would be in serious staff meetings with a distant look in his eyes and a stupid happy smile on his face. Was he starting to enjoy his work? There were no signs of increased productivity from this government worker. If anything, he might be doing even lesser work. At home, Manju saw him staring into newspaper and swore she saw lust in his face as he looked at the front page which had Mayawati on it! How long had it been since she let him get intimate? Perhaps she could consider letting him have some fun.

 

Murali kept wondering about how to pick things up from here. Ever since that holiday there was no opportune time for him to meet Radhika. During workdays, both him and Radhika used to go to office in the mornings. By the time he returned, his wife had completed her work as the collegeteacher and already returned home. Radhika usually returned later in the evenings and several times she had her friend Shikha with her. There was that window early in the morning when his wife, Manju had left for college, but he was stuck taking care of his daughter Lata sending her off to the local college for her studies. Also, he had no idea about how to proceed with the discussions with Radhika even if he did find the time and place to meet her. Should he just barge in and claim the forbidden fruits that were so delicately laid out for him to sample the other day, or should he go in and politely ask for more? Why did she entice him the other day? Was it something in their morning conversation when she sat in that chair that aroused her? Damn! He was paying no attention to what she was saying at the time. All he could take in was her sexy form sitting right in front of her in that skimpy little dress showing off that long neck, bare shoulders, and ample cleavage.