Adultery Madhu's Day Out by OnlineSlut

[sarit11]

My helplessness and confusion grew when I felt an impending orgasm growing inside me. Subconsciously, I had been heading back towards the metro station, eager to get away from the market. But now, very consciously, I felt the need to release myself before I could get on the metro for the ride back home.

Pausing momentarily, I took ground of my bearings. I was somewhere in the most crowded inner circle of the market. Again, subconsciously, I started walking towards the middle circle (the least crowded) on one of the radial roads. My heart was thumping excitingly and I was sweating profusely, the only thing on my mind was finding a desolate spot to masturbate myself out of this situation.

Although my Saturday's activities had been going on for a very long period of time, I had never been so aroused that my body had begged for such immediate release. Ordinarily, I would go back to my house in the evening (the evening metro rush adding to my activity), and lock myself in my room pretending to sleep after a tiring day. Then, going through the details of the activities, I would masturbate myself to a couple of orgasms. But today was no ordinary day.

I, Madhu, forgot about the shame I was experiencing a couple of minutes ago and let out a deep sigh of relief as I spotted a thin alleyway between two shops on the radial road.

Hurriedly, I headed into the alleyway, surprised at its presence and realizing the fact that I knew so less about the nodal market even though I visited the place so frequently. It was a sort of service lane to connect to the various shops and big showrooms from the rear side. It went on for as far as I could see, thankfully it was deserted. I found a siding in the alley which was actually a vacant space below one of the buildings. The upper floors made it a bit darker and this hid me from view of anyone in the alley. Only if someone walked right past the siding, would I be visible to that person and that too if he looked carefully in the relatively dark place.

The probability of being sighted masturbating in a service alley of the busiest market in the city did not weigh me down, and that was because I was too obsessed with the thought of actually masturbating there. I was a cent per cent confident that I would finish this new 'activity' and be home-bound in a matter of minutes.

Receding to the deepest part of the siding, I pushed my right hand in between my salwar and my body, pushing at the cord that tied my salwar around my waist. Then I pushed it through the waist band of my panty and I took measure of the copious amount of wetness that had built up in between my legs. The sighting of the book-w,.''s penis, the sucking of the four penises in the busy central park and the swallowing of so much semen had excited me like never before.

Salivating at the thought of today's activities which had spiralled out of control, I, Madhu, a housewife of seven years and mother of two children, began to rub my wet vulva as my body begged for release, in some alley in the busiest market of the city. My left hand found its way, through the lower edge of my kurta, to my breasts, which I began to cup and squeeze alternatingly. With my eyes tightly shut, my fingers pinched my semi-hard nipples and my other hand massaged my hard clitoris. I was lost in my own sweet world, until I felt the hot exhale of someone very close to me.