Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women
Later that evening, Mansi and Amar were sitting in the living room watching TV and having chai. Pinky was in the bedroom doing homework.

"So how is the job going?" Amar asked.
"It's not bad." Mansi said.
"What have you been doing there?"
Mansi had to think a little to remember the exact lie she had told him. She then did her best to remember what she had seen the help staff do at the corporate luncheon and pass it off as her own work.
"It was a corporate lunch. Lots of big shots. It was on the outdoor patio. I was at the welcome desk, collecting people's jackets. And also helping with the guest lists. Handing out name tags. And then I coordinated the food."
"You cooked?"
"No, I didn't cook. Just making sure there were enough plates, etc." she remembered a catering lady doing just that.
"Did you have a good time?"
"It was okay."
That's when Pinky suddenly came running out of the bedroom.
"MAMMA! MAMMA! I love you!! You got me more dresses?"
Mansi was aghast to see that the little girl was carrying the shopping bag from earlier in the day. She had hidden it under the bed. How did the little girl find it? Amar was looking at his daughter surprised.
"No, Pinky." she firmly said taking the bag from her hand. "Those are Mamma's clothes."
"Show me! Show me!" she jumped up and down.
With Amar staring intently, she took one of the skirt suits out. The pin stripe one. Pinky picked up the skirt and held it up.
"It is so pretty, mamma."
Amar was still staring, so Mansi felt the need to give him an explanation.
"I got these from Reena aunty." she said, spinning more lies. "Sometimes the events have a western dress code. So she thought it would be good to have these. They were in the hotel clothing stock. They are just like the skirt suits businesswomen wear. Nothing much."
"I see." Amar said. "Try it on."
"Yay!! Mamma, fashion show! Fashion show!"
"What's there to try on? I already tried them on earlier." Mansi squirmed. "Besides, I have to start dinner."
She got up, but Amar grabbed her hand. Instinctively she looked at it. And found herself comparing it to Dutt's hand. Amar's fingers were thinner and shorter. His skin was a little fairer. And he didn't have much hair on his knuckles.
"Just try it on." Amar smiled. "I'd like to see how you look."
"Fine."
Mansi was sick of changing in and out of clothes after that prolonged trial experience at the store. But she didn't have a choice. She went to the bedroom, took off her sari, blouse, petticoat, and wore the top, skirt, and jacket. And then feeling very conscious, she walked out to the living room.
"Wow, mamma! You look so pretty! Like Priyanka Chopra!" Pinky happily shouted.
"It looks good." Amar smiled and nodded.
Mansi just stood there for a few seconds.
"Do a catwalk, mamma, catwalk!"
"Shush! Don't be silly." she scolded her daughter. "Go do your homework."
"But mamma...just one catwalk no please!!" she whined.
"Go do your homework!" Mansi raised her voice.
Amar had been staring at his wife like he was seeing a completely new woman. He looked at her perfectly shaped calves and saw how well the skirt hugged her curves. She did look like some kind of a high class model or actress.
"You can do homework later." Amar suddenly spoke up. "Right now, go down and play with your friends."
Mansi was surprised. One of the strict rules in the house was that Pinky should not go play before finishing her homework. No exceptions. Even the usually lax Amar didn't budge on it. And here he was giving her a free pass.
"Really?" Pinky asked wide-eyed. This never happened.
"Really. Go."
"Love you papa!!" Pinky said and ran out of their apartment.
"Why did you do that?" Mansi asked.
Amar just got up and bolted the front door. Then he walked over to Mansi. With his hands, he undid the bun her hair was tied up in. The long thick tresses flowed around her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Mansi whispered. "I have to start dinner."
"Shhhh!" he put a finger on her lips.
Mansi was amazed as his fingers started unbuttoning her blouse. That's when she noticed that her husband's pyjama was tenting with an erection. In the middle of the evening! His hands slipped inside her top and played with her breasts over the bra. Amar had never been this spontaneous after their honeymoon. Sex was always had at night, in the bedroom. And here he had sent their daughter out to play so they could have sex? Mansi felt thrilled at the gesture. She started putting her arms around his neck.
But he held her arms and pulled her towards the couch. She got on the couch with her knees. He turned her around so she was facing the wall. She put her elbows on the backrest of the couch.
"You look gorgeous!" Amar groaned.
And then she felt his hand slowly rolling the tight skirt up. She reached for the zip to take it off but Amar said,
"No, keep it on."
Soon he had rolled the skirt all the way up around her waist. And he looked at the round curvy buttocks of his wife. And again, felt like he was seeing a new woman. They always had sex in the dark so he had almost forgotten what his wife's ass looked in bright light. Here she was, dressed in fancy western clothes. Her top open, her skirt rolled up. He slid her panties down to her knees. And opened the knot of his pyjama.
"Hehe, what's the matter with you tod...AAAAAHHHH!!"
Mansi cried out partly in pleasure and partly in pain as her husband shoved his dick inside her in one swift motion. She wasn't completely wet yet and it hurt a little. And maybe it was her imagination, but she felt Amar today was more rock hard than ever.
"Slowly..." she whispered.
But Amar didn't even hear it. He was too lost in the fog of passion and was pounding his wife's cunt hard. He reached around and grabbed her boobs over her bra. Then leaning forward, he bucked her even faster.
"Amar...go slow..." Mansi said, feeling a little annoyed. What had gotten into him?
"Hmmm." he said and slowed down, but only a little.
The pace of the fucking was making Mansi's forehead bump against the wall. The living room was filled with the sound of their thighs slapping against one another. This continued for another minute. Mansi's vagina was now more lubricated, so the discomfort started going away. That's when.
"Ungggg!!" Amar grunted, and she felt his semen shoot inside her. He did not ask her this time if she was still on the pill, although she was. He was too horny and caught up in this new experience to think or care.
Amar stayed hunched over his wife's body for a few seconds after his dick slipped out. The cum was running down her thighs. He stepped off the couch and went to the bathroom. After a few moments, Mansi got off the couch and carefully unzipped the skirt and took it off, making sure it didn't get any cum stains on it. It was a little wrinkled because of how it had been hurriedly rolled up.
She pulled up her panties and saw a spot of cum on the couch. It made her smile. They had never ever done it in the living room. The spontaneous sex had been enjoyable, although she wished it had lasted longer.
"Clean up and change." Amar said with a smile. Then sat in front of the TV and resumed watching it. He gently patted his wife's semi-naked ass in appreciation as she walked to the bathroom.
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RE: UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women - by ddey333 - 11-02-2023, 05:33 PM



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