Adultery Our Dirty Weekend by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We wake up very early on Monday morning to get ready to return to Mumbai. I feel fresh & re-invigorated after a good night's sleep & a cold shower. I once again want to sample the pleasures of your menstruating pussy, but you quickly scamper into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You emerge twenty-five minutes later, freshly showered & dressed. You are wearing a simple but smart business suit consisting of a crisp white cotton blouse with a formal collar and a dark skirt reaching your knees. Your hair is tied into a neat pony tail. The fabric of the blouse is just translucent enough to show the outlines of your lacy, black bra. The top three buttons of the blouse are undone, revealing the swells of your breasts and the thin neck lace to my admiring gaze as I sit on the bed in my dressing gown.


Quite unexpectedly, you throw your arms around me and hug me hard, burying my nose into your soft, fragrant bosom. My cock immediately throbs to life and your probing hand strokes it. My hand reaches under your skirt and feels its way up your thigh to your pussy.

"No Uncle, just wait..." You whisper as you slap my hand away.

You pull my dressing gown open and kneel between my knees. You untie your pony tail. Your damp, freshly shampooed hair cascades down. My cock becomes fully hard as your hot breath blows on it. I quickly undo another three buttons of your blouse & spread it open to reveal your creamy shoulders and bra encased breasts. One of my hands dips into your bra cup to knead a breast while with the other I grasp a handful of hair and guide your open mouth to my hard, throbbing cock.

Your mouth closes over my cock head and full lips circle my shaft as your agile tongue dances over the crown. I start jerking my hips up & down, fucking your mouth with quick, vigorous thrusts of my cock. You concentrate on pleasuring me, unmindful of your gagging reflex as my cock head pushes against your glottis. In a very short time, we both sense my oncoming climax.

You grip my cock hard at the base & pull it out of your mouth. You loosen your grip & try to aim my cock downwards. The first jet of semen hits your lovely dimpled chin and the subsequent spurts land on your throat and the tops of your breasts. A couple of blobs land on your damp, freshly shampooed hair too. You wait until the last weak spurt trickles out and then lean forward and lick my cock clean.

You rise & stand before the dresser mirror. You watch fascinated as stringy blobs of my semen slowly ooze downwards over your breasts; fine droplets of your sweat merge into the viscous semen as it moves down. You hold off the bra cups to allow the fluid to seep inside. Then you reposition your bra and button up your blouse, leaving the top three buttons saucily open. You wipe off your wet chin with a finger& lick up the semen, leaving the sticky wet streak on your throat untouched. You smile as you notice a couple of wet stains on the blouse too. You carefully rub in the semen that's spilt on your hair & then gather your hair up in a knot and tie the silk scarf securely over it. You don't want to waste a drop...

"Oh Goddd... Uncle! I've always wanted to do this since God knows how long! At last I've fulfilled my dream." You smile contentedly. I look on as you spritz generous quantities of cologne in your décolletage and your arm pits, which are already damp with sweat in spite of you having just showered.

I casually ask you to let your armpit hair grow, as an idea forms in my mind. You silently nod your assent. Your heart skips a beat as you try to imagine what tricks I might have up my sleeve & how many of your clothes you wouldn't be able to wear until I permit you to shave your armpits again. The thought of asking questions, let alone refusing me doesn't cross your mind.

It's not as if you are a submissive; far from it. You are a spunky, spirited girl. That's how you've come to Mumbai, leaving your little son in the care of your mother, to explore your creative side by trying for a break as a scriptwriter; taking advantage your hubby's long absence while he is away on an assignment in the US. By sheer happenstance you've met somebody (me) who has re-ignited dark desires so long suppressed and passions half forgotten that you know can never be quenched in the humdrum monotony of your marriage. So you have deliberately chosen to experience and enjoy all the carnal pleasures that you've long dreamt of (and many that even you can't imagine) at my hands. You've willingly ceded control over your mind & body to me, allowing me complete freedom to do as I please. But you can dare to do that because you are confident of your ability to pull the plug on our affair anytime you choose...

We're soon dressed & on our way back to the city. As I drive, you thank me for the wonderful weekend. I respond by patting your knee in an avuncular fashion. Pretty soon, my hand is resting on your skirt. The motion of the vehicle, helped by your nimble fingers causes your skirt to ride up. My hand now rests on your bare thigh. Goose pimples break out on your skin as my hand lightly caresses your thigh & slowly inches towards your pussy. You pull your skirt up to make way for my hand. Soon, your crotch is fully exposed and you spread your thighs as wide as you can. The white sanitary napkin is clearly visible under the sheer fabric of the lacy black panties. You grab my hand and press it hard into your crotch...

You feel deliciously sluttish & depraved as you savor the wet, sticky, icky feel of my juices against your sensitive nipples, developing into an itch as the semen slowly dries out, making your bra stick to your skin; while my hand presses against the sanitary pad covering your pussy. Your cunt spasms at the thought that people in other vehicles whizzing past us might perhaps be able to catch a glimpse of your bare thighs and open crotch. In just one weekend, I've forced you to break your taboo against menstrual sex while you've fulfilled both your longstanding fantasies of exhibiting your privates and becoming a cum-slut...

I drop you off at a suburban train station convenient for you to return home. You travel in the ladies first class compartment. The sharp, spicy scent of your cologne doesn't fully mask the earthy, musky undertones of semen. Some co-passengers sniff discreetly, wondering what their noses are picking up.

A couple of slim, pretty, buxom young girls sit across you. They are smartly dressed in snug fitting T shirts & tight jeans. Their complexions are fresh & smooth. They are good-looking enough to be models, but from the stuff they are carrying with them, they appear to be students. They exchange knowing looks, whisper & giggle, occasionally glancing sideways at you. It appears that they have caught on to what you smell of. You nonchalantly concentrate on your trendy women's magazine, secretly thrilled by their reactions. Clearly, they are not married: they wear no wedding rings, no mangalsutras, and no sindoor in the parting of their hair; besides, they look too young. You wonder how a couple of such young, unmarried girls could have correctly identified the smell of semen. Perhaps they have been sucking off their boyfriends, you speculate. Suddenly, you wonder how it would feel to suck my cock while the girls watched from a secret hideaway. Your pulse quickens at the thought. The train is about to halt at your station. On an impulse, you scribble your mobile number on a piece of paper & thrust it into the hands of one of the girls and then quickly alight from the train, before she can react...

I drive on to my club. A change of clothes is always available there. My driver too is ready with my luxury sedan. I have a leisurely breakfast, change into my formal clothes & am ready to be driven to office. I feel on top of the world, having spent an amazing weekend with a sexy, horny young bitch that is eager to pleasure me whichever way I want. I've never climaxed so many times in such a short span of time ever since I was a teenager. I am relaxed & ready for another hectic week of work...