03-09-2023, 03:55 PM
Chapter 13 – Good News for lover, bad situation for husband.
Husband
She had been mumbling so many things but nothing was clear except the words ‘I can’t .. can’t.’ The expression on her face too did not give any clear indication of what was going on in her mind in her sleep. What was that expression on her face? Was it distress or that agony like expression of pleasure? What was it that she couldn’t do? It must be like this .. or at least I hoped it was .. she had been tempted to cheat but she was refusing saying ‘I can’t.’ She was struggling with her own self in being chaste woman. Even the fact that in her inner self she had been tempted to partake in the pleasures of forbidden sex itself was causing me torment. That vulnerability to temptation indicates that there were shortcomings in me. One thing though, if my train of thoughts were correct that showed that though she was suffering in controlling herself she had yet to deceive me in that most humiliating way. That gave me a bit of peace and happiness. I couldn’t be overly happy though. That another man could have such a deep impact on her caused a huge ache within me. Such a desire being provoked in her by another man raised a doubt about my own manhood. She wanted to experience the pleasures of the flesh with another man so what she was getting from me was inadequate to keep her satisfied. On the other hand, I shouldn’t make such a harsh judgement on my wife or even on me for that matter. A handsome and virile young man showing obvious interest in her would be tempting to any woman. Surely the woman would be curious to know what hidden pleasures she had not experienced before. But for most women it would remain just that .. a wondering. For Bavani though it had gone beyond that. She was being tempted to go through with her curiosity.
It wasn’t that I became aware of Bavani’s internal struggle only just tonight. I was aware of her internal affliction from the time we came back from the wedding. I could see that she was trying her best to talk and act normally with me but I could feel an undercurrent of sorrow .. or was that heartache within her. Another new change was she was ready to and in fact, initiated sex with me like the times we used to make love in the first fresh year of our marriage. In this way she was seeking to ease her temptation and fulfil her needs. Shouldn’t I do my part and be a strength to her in this struggle when she was so desperately trying to remain faithful to me? I too did my best to give her the satisfaction she needed in bed. Now my full efforts were to see that she gets pleasure rather than my own sexual gratification. I believe I had been successful to some extent in this. If not every time I had think she was able to enjoy orgasm quite a few times. I had been quite happy with myself because of this but now seeing her blabber in her dreams I got the doubt that maybe in spite of my best efforts I somehow fell short of the pleasures she needed or expected. Provided of course the dream was a reflection of her sexual frustration and not just a simple nightmare as she had told me. There was always that. The wiser thing however would be to expect the worst and assume the best. So, expecting the worst I should continue to strive to give her all the pleasures she needed in sex so that she forgets what happened in those two days at the wedding and would not stray from her marital vows. I have to be successful in this because the consequence of failure was something I feared to contemplate. The scars that my failure would cause would never completely heal.
It was not just she who had been undergoing this internal struggle, I too was equally affected. I would sometime wish that I had been ignorant of Vikram’s efforts to bed my wife. In that case I would not have this mental anguish and stress. Life would have been so much more peaceful. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I would often show my irritation or lose patience with my colleagues or subordinates. There was a constant fear gnawing away in my mind that while I was working away hard in my office Bavani and Vikram would be flirting over the phone or worse still, engaging in sexually explicit conversation. As a consequence of this I would call my wife several times from the office just to simply talk to her. This would be new to her because I had never done this before except when we were newly married but she never showed her surprise to me. Also, when I called her, her phone was never engaged and she would always pick up the call. I couldn’t be too pleased about that because nowadays when you are on a call you can also see that you are getting a call from someone else. It would be easy to put the person on hold and talk to me. Without Bavani knowing I had even gone through her messages and again I didn’t find anything. Then again all call history and messages can be easily deleted. One thing I can say with almost certainty was that she had not met Vikram at home nor anywhere outside. How was I so sure of this? That’s because of the report of the private detective I employed. Yes, I had gone to that extent to spy on my wife. I know it was a very degrading thing to do. Degrading for me and degrading for my wife but I had to do it for my own sanity and peace of mind. I had her watched for a period of two weeks and I had a report from the detective agency. This was done about a month ago.
‘Madam had gone out alone four times in these two weeks’ the report had stated. When, time, where, with whom and did she meet anyone was all detailed in the report. She had gone two times alone, one time with my son and one time with one of her female friends. At those times she did not meet up with any other person, especially a man and had not gone to any hotel room or house where her activity couldn’t be noted. Everything was completely innocent. The report said that they had also discretely spied on her through the window when she had been at home. She had not been engaging in overly long conversations with anyone while at home. The detective had written that to be a privy to her phone conversations and messages they would have to ‘tap’ the phone and my assistance would be needed in that event. Though we cannot confirm with one hundred percent certainty we found no indication she was involved with another man the report had concluded. Hiring a private detective agency was not something very easy to do. A good agency doing a thorough job cost a big amount of money. Even for the two weeks of work in cost me quite a bundle of notes. Though I could afford that cost it was not sustainable to hire them for a long period of time. So, I had to terminate their services. My thinking was that if Bavani was really engaged in something bad it would likely have come out within these two weeks period. If Bavani’s actions or behaviour changes or there is just cause to be suspicious in the future I could always rehire them. For the moment though I have to assume that nothing that damaged my honour was happening.
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As Girja walked into the room she closed the silently and locked it. She turned and looked at me and smiled, a very wicked and lascivious smile. The reason for that smile was my condition. I was lying fully naked on her bed with a huge hardon. We both knew the reason for the hardon was unfinished business. When I came back home from work I got the good news that her husband had gone out of the city on work for two days. Unusual for her husband he had not gone out of the city on his work for the past twenty days whereas he would usually spend two days (even sometimes three days) a week on his business development trips. That being the case we could only engage in three hurried couplings in this time. I needed more because of my frustrations. I had one more woman I could have sex with but she had gone to Delhi with her husband and kids to be with her ailing father. Her husband had come back as he had his business to attend to but she had not. So, the only release for my frustrations were through Girja. Bavani was still not answering my phone or messages. I was almost on the verge of giving up all hope of her ever responding. But I was not going to give up on that pussy. That was too precious and pleasurable to give up. Through discreet questioning I had found out where her husband Mohan was working and the area he was residing in but I still couldn’t hone down to the correct street and house number. I will definitely get that somehow. That was for later but now I was going to have a whole night with this lecherous homemaker. I was going to ‘make’ this homemaker a few times tonight. Another plus was this was her safe time and we could have sex without any protection.
We had quite an adventure this evening. Knowing her husband was not home I had gone to Girja’s house earlier. Her son was not at home but her daughter was. Her daughter was busy doing her homework while Girja and I were sitting on the sofa with the TV on but the volume down low. While keeping her eye on her daughter sitting at her table doing her homework Girja had her hands inside my waistband and holding and massaging my cock inside my shorts. Her daughter was facing away from us and so she was brave enough to do that. That alone was not enough for me so I took out my cock and pushed down Girja’s head to it.
“Don’t Vikram, my daughter’s here,” she whispered to me as she resisted me pushing her head down.
“No .. she’s busy writing .. just for a minute okay,” I insisted.
Reluctantly she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. I leant my head back to rest on the sofa backrest as I enjoyed the ministrations of Girja’s tongue on my cock flesh.
“Mummy … what are you doing?” Her daughter voice jerked us out of the stupor of delight we were in. I quickly turned to look at her. From the angle her daughter was looking at all she could have seen was her mother’s head being over my lap … bobbing up and down. As Girja jerked her head up in alarm I quickly grabbed a cushion and covered my groin. I hoped Girja’s body would have blocked her daughter’s view of my groin. It would have been difficult to explain away to that little girl what was jetting up from my groin.
“Nothing dear mummy was so tired I dosed off and my head almost fell on to Uncle Vikram’s lap,” She said as she got up quickly to go to her daughter.
I took that opportunity to pull up the waistband of my shorts before I too got up too. I must admit that I was alarmed too, so much so my erection had rapidly died. Girja must have been so stricken with fear that she stumbled and almost fell. Luckily I grabbed her by the chest before she fell. My hands were completely pressed against Girja’s breasts but her daughter would not have noticed that.
“Ahh .. my ankle,” Girja cried as she had slightly twisted it.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I made her stand up. “Mummy what happened?” her daughter asked.
Girja tested her ankle my putting weight on it. I could see that there wasn’t much discomfort for her. “Pretend it’s paining more than it is,” I whispered to her. Not knowing why, I had said that but still doing as I said Girja pretended to be in some pain.
“Ohh.. it’s aching .. can’t stand straight,” she pretended moving with a limp. Her daughter had forgotten all about seeing her mother’s face being over my groin. Luckily she didn’t see her mother having a long hard piece of flesh in her mouth.
Her daughter had also come up to her and was holding her mother by her hand. “We better let your mother lie down for a while,” I told her. “Mrs.Girja, I think lie down okay, come I’ll take you to bed.” Girja knew that was what I intended to do that night.
I let her daughter to come along to help Girja into her bedroom. After Girja laid on the bed I asked,” do you have any pain balm? Let me apply some on the ankle, it will help ease the pain.”
Knowing I was up to something Girja played along. “There is some in the kitchen cabinet,” she told me. I signalled with my eyes asking her to send her daughter away.
“Do you still have homework to do?” she asked her daughter.
“I still have fifteen sums to do,” she replied. We estimated it would take anywhere between fifteen minutes to half an hour to complete.
“You go and finish that dear, you must submit that tomorrow don’t you? Uncle will take care of mummy.” Her daughter was an obedient girl and did as her mummy told her. I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of ointment and came back to the bedroom. I was going to apply any balm on her ankle her ankle was fine, it was only my cock that needed to be attended to. I had been careful to close and lock the bedroom door. I didn’t want surprises again. Girja’s son would have been suspicious if I was alone with his mother in her bedroom with the door closed. He was at an age where he would start to understand some things but her daughter was still at the innocent stage.
I pulled down my shorts and pulled out my cock. It was again getting erect in anticipation. Girja pulled her body up on to her elbow and took my cock in her mouth. I mouth fucked her for a few minutes while fingering her pussy.
“Fuck me you bastard, you’ve made me too hot .. put your cock inside me,” she commanded as lust engulfed her.
Soon Girja’s fingers were digging into the flesh of my buttocks as I was humping her hard. We were kissing wildly as we fornicated like animals. The last time I had fucked her was eight days ago and she really was desperate for a good romp in bed. She couldn’t help herself as she moaned out loud. We both froze, my cock embedded deep inside cunt as her daughter’s voice again interrupted our sexual play.
“Mummy why are you crying … are you in pain?” she was trying to open the door but luckily I had locked it.
“You go and do your homework darling .. uncle pressed my ankle a little hard that’s all, I’m okay.”
We waited a few moments to see if her daughter had gone back to her desk. This time we fucked with our lips locked so her moans could be muffled. Just as Girja was spasming in orgasm her daughter called out once more. “Mummy let me in, I’ve finished my homework.”
I had not had my orgasm but it was too risky to continue to fuck. Her daughter might innocently talk about how mummy and uncle didn’t let her come into mummy’s room. I got up from her Girja’s body and picked up my shorts from the floor and wore it. I had not taken off my t-shirt. All Girja had to do was pull down her nightie that she had pulled up all the way up above her breasts. The bed was a bit of a mess and it wouldn’t be a good idea for her daughter to see that. So, Girja came along with me as I unlocked and opened the door.
“Why you locked the door mummy?” was the first thing her daughter asked. We didn’t expect her to ask this.
Girja was thinking quickly what to say but I stepped in before that. “You see your mummy would cry out in pain when I pressed the balm on her ankle, she didn’t want you to be frightened and run in.”
“Yes darling, mummy didn’t want you to see mummy in pain and get upset, that’s why,” Girja joined in.
“Are you okay now?” her daughter asked.
“See I can walk now with no pain, uncle was very good I feel good now,” Girja smiled at me artfully as she said this.
“Why are you sweating mummy? Uncle too.”
“Because of the pain dear. Pain can make you sweat.”
“Uncle was in pain too?”
Yes, I was in pain, pain at being interrupted before I filled her mother’s love hole with my seed I thought to myself.
“No, uncle was doing a lot of pressing and rubbing, that’s why.”
After that interruption I went back home. Her son would be coming back soon. I had sneaked back into Girja’s house after eleven pm when all the doors in the apartment complex were closed and most people were probably sleeping. We kissed for a few moments in the hallway before Girja led me into her bedroom. She had gone to check on her kids one last time in their bedroom before coming back.
“They are sleeping soundly,” she told me before licking her lips on seeing how I was lying down on her bed.
I was completely naked, stroking my cock slowly as I had waited for her. We had some unfinished business from earlier in the evening. I had two pussies here in Bengaluru for my sexual needs. One being Girja and the other had gone to Delhi to see her father. They were wonderful pussies no doubt and the two women were lascivious sex hungry women who were enthusiastic sexual partners but neither of them was a match to the Coimbatore housewife in bed. But what to do, Bavani was completely ignoring me. I’ve got no choice but sate my lust with this willing cunt standing before me. Girja undid the zip of her nightie, pulled the top to come just below her shoulders then shrugged her body to let it slide down her body and fall to the ground. She was an active seductress who knew how to act suggestive and seductive. Even the way she undress was sensuous. Bavani on the other hand did not know how to act like a vamp but her natural beauty and sexiness made it more erotic than what Girja did even when she only simply naturally undressed without trying to be seductive. Girja got on to the bed and crawled to me on all fours like a hungry cat waiting to pounce on its prey. When she reached near my hip I stopped her. She had unfinished business to do.
“Suck it now you bitch .. you made me wait long enough.”
“How long that man didn’t go out of town and made me suffer,” Girja said as she lovingly played with my cock. The man she was referring to was her husband and father of her children. What a loyal wife, waiting for her husband to go away so she can enjoy the cock of her lover.
“How will that useless man how my cunt is itching, he is incapable of scratching the itch properly and doesn’t want to leave and let me be with the man who can do it wonderfully,” she continued, cursing her absent husband in her mind.
“I’ve fucked you four times, including earlier today didn’t I in these twenty days your husband was here. Your slutty cunt is still hungry for more cock?”
“Hurried fucks don’t count. We must fuck like we are going to do the whole night only then will my pussy be happy.” I needed her to be hungry and ready for intense passionate sex. Only then can I get some relief from the frustration I’m feeling not being able to enjoy the voluptuous body of my dream girl Bavani.
“This is what I like about you, you whore … you can’t wait for your husband to go away so that you can open your dirty cunt for me,” I said with a smile as Girja started guzzling on my hard, thick pipe.
“Like?? You should love it you pervert. You get to fuck another man’s wife in his bed don’t you .. you better do it at least three times tonight.”
“What three times? I got to work tomorrow you slut I’ve got to get some sleep too.” I was only teasing her. The frustration I was feeling because of Bavani I needed perhaps to fuck more than three times tonight.
Girja took out my cock from her mouth and looked at two, three rivulets of her saliva dripping down the length of my rod with satisfaction and said,” I don’t care, sleep at work if you have to. My sweet little boy must be inside my little girl this whole night.” She kissed my cock head lovingly as she said that.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. I needed a bitch in heat tonight. She urgently shoved her tongue into my mouth as we engaged in a slobbering kiss. I was tasting a little bit of myself on her tongue and lips but I didn’t mind that. There was nothing dirty in lust. At least it was me that I was inadvertently tasting. I knew her husband had, had it worse. She had kissed him one time soon after she had blown me and gulped down my jism. She didn’t have time to wash her mouth when her husband in one of his rare moods had insisted on kissing her. He didn’t seem to notice any difference, in fact he seemed to enjoy kissing her very intensely that day she later told me as we both had a good laugh at her husband’s expense. My shaft was pressed against her stomach as she slowly kissed down to my chest and sucked on my nipples wetting them with her saliva. As she did that my cock flesh was rubbed against the soft flesh of her stomach. She came further down to kiss my hard, muscled stomach. She bit and pulled on the flesh there.
“Tit fuck me bitch,” I ordered her knowing she won’t resist anything I tell her. I loved how the cheating married tramps would be so submissive to their lovers but can be so assertive when having sex with their spouse.
She held her two tits pressing my rod between them as she rubbed it up and down my shaft. I’m going to enjoy doing this with Bavani when I get her because her breasts were more corpulent and tit fucking would be more pleasurable. My leaking precum made the valley between her tits greasy and my shaft slid up and down easily. After a few minutes she again took my rod inside her mouth and started sucking again. This is what we missed when her husband was around. The freedom and time to engage in long foreplay. Her foreplay with her husband usually never exceeded a minute or two is what she told me. No wonder she wanted me to hump her any chance she gets. Girja held my balls and gently squeezed them as she gently raked her nails on the skin below my scrotum. This made the blowjob all the more pleasurable. I wish I could see Bavani’s rose petaled lips wrapped around my rod like this. All the time with her it had been in a darkened room or area. Seeing that beautiful face concentrate on sucking my hardon would be the ultimate sexual thrill. Girja was now sucking on my cock with earnest when the light on my mobile phone came on indicating I had a message. I had it on the side table beside the bed within easy reach. I reached for the phone while grabbing Girja’s bobbing head by her hair. I opened my messages to see who it was from.
‘Hi, how are you?’
My cock jumped in happiness inside Girja’s mouth. The message was from Bavani.
Husband
She had been mumbling so many things but nothing was clear except the words ‘I can’t .. can’t.’ The expression on her face too did not give any clear indication of what was going on in her mind in her sleep. What was that expression on her face? Was it distress or that agony like expression of pleasure? What was it that she couldn’t do? It must be like this .. or at least I hoped it was .. she had been tempted to cheat but she was refusing saying ‘I can’t.’ She was struggling with her own self in being chaste woman. Even the fact that in her inner self she had been tempted to partake in the pleasures of forbidden sex itself was causing me torment. That vulnerability to temptation indicates that there were shortcomings in me. One thing though, if my train of thoughts were correct that showed that though she was suffering in controlling herself she had yet to deceive me in that most humiliating way. That gave me a bit of peace and happiness. I couldn’t be overly happy though. That another man could have such a deep impact on her caused a huge ache within me. Such a desire being provoked in her by another man raised a doubt about my own manhood. She wanted to experience the pleasures of the flesh with another man so what she was getting from me was inadequate to keep her satisfied. On the other hand, I shouldn’t make such a harsh judgement on my wife or even on me for that matter. A handsome and virile young man showing obvious interest in her would be tempting to any woman. Surely the woman would be curious to know what hidden pleasures she had not experienced before. But for most women it would remain just that .. a wondering. For Bavani though it had gone beyond that. She was being tempted to go through with her curiosity.
It wasn’t that I became aware of Bavani’s internal struggle only just tonight. I was aware of her internal affliction from the time we came back from the wedding. I could see that she was trying her best to talk and act normally with me but I could feel an undercurrent of sorrow .. or was that heartache within her. Another new change was she was ready to and in fact, initiated sex with me like the times we used to make love in the first fresh year of our marriage. In this way she was seeking to ease her temptation and fulfil her needs. Shouldn’t I do my part and be a strength to her in this struggle when she was so desperately trying to remain faithful to me? I too did my best to give her the satisfaction she needed in bed. Now my full efforts were to see that she gets pleasure rather than my own sexual gratification. I believe I had been successful to some extent in this. If not every time I had think she was able to enjoy orgasm quite a few times. I had been quite happy with myself because of this but now seeing her blabber in her dreams I got the doubt that maybe in spite of my best efforts I somehow fell short of the pleasures she needed or expected. Provided of course the dream was a reflection of her sexual frustration and not just a simple nightmare as she had told me. There was always that. The wiser thing however would be to expect the worst and assume the best. So, expecting the worst I should continue to strive to give her all the pleasures she needed in sex so that she forgets what happened in those two days at the wedding and would not stray from her marital vows. I have to be successful in this because the consequence of failure was something I feared to contemplate. The scars that my failure would cause would never completely heal.
It was not just she who had been undergoing this internal struggle, I too was equally affected. I would sometime wish that I had been ignorant of Vikram’s efforts to bed my wife. In that case I would not have this mental anguish and stress. Life would have been so much more peaceful. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I would often show my irritation or lose patience with my colleagues or subordinates. There was a constant fear gnawing away in my mind that while I was working away hard in my office Bavani and Vikram would be flirting over the phone or worse still, engaging in sexually explicit conversation. As a consequence of this I would call my wife several times from the office just to simply talk to her. This would be new to her because I had never done this before except when we were newly married but she never showed her surprise to me. Also, when I called her, her phone was never engaged and she would always pick up the call. I couldn’t be too pleased about that because nowadays when you are on a call you can also see that you are getting a call from someone else. It would be easy to put the person on hold and talk to me. Without Bavani knowing I had even gone through her messages and again I didn’t find anything. Then again all call history and messages can be easily deleted. One thing I can say with almost certainty was that she had not met Vikram at home nor anywhere outside. How was I so sure of this? That’s because of the report of the private detective I employed. Yes, I had gone to that extent to spy on my wife. I know it was a very degrading thing to do. Degrading for me and degrading for my wife but I had to do it for my own sanity and peace of mind. I had her watched for a period of two weeks and I had a report from the detective agency. This was done about a month ago.
‘Madam had gone out alone four times in these two weeks’ the report had stated. When, time, where, with whom and did she meet anyone was all detailed in the report. She had gone two times alone, one time with my son and one time with one of her female friends. At those times she did not meet up with any other person, especially a man and had not gone to any hotel room or house where her activity couldn’t be noted. Everything was completely innocent. The report said that they had also discretely spied on her through the window when she had been at home. She had not been engaging in overly long conversations with anyone while at home. The detective had written that to be a privy to her phone conversations and messages they would have to ‘tap’ the phone and my assistance would be needed in that event. Though we cannot confirm with one hundred percent certainty we found no indication she was involved with another man the report had concluded. Hiring a private detective agency was not something very easy to do. A good agency doing a thorough job cost a big amount of money. Even for the two weeks of work in cost me quite a bundle of notes. Though I could afford that cost it was not sustainable to hire them for a long period of time. So, I had to terminate their services. My thinking was that if Bavani was really engaged in something bad it would likely have come out within these two weeks period. If Bavani’s actions or behaviour changes or there is just cause to be suspicious in the future I could always rehire them. For the moment though I have to assume that nothing that damaged my honour was happening.
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As Girja walked into the room she closed the silently and locked it. She turned and looked at me and smiled, a very wicked and lascivious smile. The reason for that smile was my condition. I was lying fully naked on her bed with a huge hardon. We both knew the reason for the hardon was unfinished business. When I came back home from work I got the good news that her husband had gone out of the city on work for two days. Unusual for her husband he had not gone out of the city on his work for the past twenty days whereas he would usually spend two days (even sometimes three days) a week on his business development trips. That being the case we could only engage in three hurried couplings in this time. I needed more because of my frustrations. I had one more woman I could have sex with but she had gone to Delhi with her husband and kids to be with her ailing father. Her husband had come back as he had his business to attend to but she had not. So, the only release for my frustrations were through Girja. Bavani was still not answering my phone or messages. I was almost on the verge of giving up all hope of her ever responding. But I was not going to give up on that pussy. That was too precious and pleasurable to give up. Through discreet questioning I had found out where her husband Mohan was working and the area he was residing in but I still couldn’t hone down to the correct street and house number. I will definitely get that somehow. That was for later but now I was going to have a whole night with this lecherous homemaker. I was going to ‘make’ this homemaker a few times tonight. Another plus was this was her safe time and we could have sex without any protection.
We had quite an adventure this evening. Knowing her husband was not home I had gone to Girja’s house earlier. Her son was not at home but her daughter was. Her daughter was busy doing her homework while Girja and I were sitting on the sofa with the TV on but the volume down low. While keeping her eye on her daughter sitting at her table doing her homework Girja had her hands inside my waistband and holding and massaging my cock inside my shorts. Her daughter was facing away from us and so she was brave enough to do that. That alone was not enough for me so I took out my cock and pushed down Girja’s head to it.
“Don’t Vikram, my daughter’s here,” she whispered to me as she resisted me pushing her head down.
“No .. she’s busy writing .. just for a minute okay,” I insisted.
Reluctantly she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. I leant my head back to rest on the sofa backrest as I enjoyed the ministrations of Girja’s tongue on my cock flesh.
“Mummy … what are you doing?” Her daughter voice jerked us out of the stupor of delight we were in. I quickly turned to look at her. From the angle her daughter was looking at all she could have seen was her mother’s head being over my lap … bobbing up and down. As Girja jerked her head up in alarm I quickly grabbed a cushion and covered my groin. I hoped Girja’s body would have blocked her daughter’s view of my groin. It would have been difficult to explain away to that little girl what was jetting up from my groin.
“Nothing dear mummy was so tired I dosed off and my head almost fell on to Uncle Vikram’s lap,” She said as she got up quickly to go to her daughter.
I took that opportunity to pull up the waistband of my shorts before I too got up too. I must admit that I was alarmed too, so much so my erection had rapidly died. Girja must have been so stricken with fear that she stumbled and almost fell. Luckily I grabbed her by the chest before she fell. My hands were completely pressed against Girja’s breasts but her daughter would not have noticed that.
“Ahh .. my ankle,” Girja cried as she had slightly twisted it.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I made her stand up. “Mummy what happened?” her daughter asked.
Girja tested her ankle my putting weight on it. I could see that there wasn’t much discomfort for her. “Pretend it’s paining more than it is,” I whispered to her. Not knowing why, I had said that but still doing as I said Girja pretended to be in some pain.
“Ohh.. it’s aching .. can’t stand straight,” she pretended moving with a limp. Her daughter had forgotten all about seeing her mother’s face being over my groin. Luckily she didn’t see her mother having a long hard piece of flesh in her mouth.
Her daughter had also come up to her and was holding her mother by her hand. “We better let your mother lie down for a while,” I told her. “Mrs.Girja, I think lie down okay, come I’ll take you to bed.” Girja knew that was what I intended to do that night.
I let her daughter to come along to help Girja into her bedroom. After Girja laid on the bed I asked,” do you have any pain balm? Let me apply some on the ankle, it will help ease the pain.”
Knowing I was up to something Girja played along. “There is some in the kitchen cabinet,” she told me. I signalled with my eyes asking her to send her daughter away.
“Do you still have homework to do?” she asked her daughter.
“I still have fifteen sums to do,” she replied. We estimated it would take anywhere between fifteen minutes to half an hour to complete.
“You go and finish that dear, you must submit that tomorrow don’t you? Uncle will take care of mummy.” Her daughter was an obedient girl and did as her mummy told her. I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of ointment and came back to the bedroom. I was going to apply any balm on her ankle her ankle was fine, it was only my cock that needed to be attended to. I had been careful to close and lock the bedroom door. I didn’t want surprises again. Girja’s son would have been suspicious if I was alone with his mother in her bedroom with the door closed. He was at an age where he would start to understand some things but her daughter was still at the innocent stage.
I pulled down my shorts and pulled out my cock. It was again getting erect in anticipation. Girja pulled her body up on to her elbow and took my cock in her mouth. I mouth fucked her for a few minutes while fingering her pussy.
“Fuck me you bastard, you’ve made me too hot .. put your cock inside me,” she commanded as lust engulfed her.
Soon Girja’s fingers were digging into the flesh of my buttocks as I was humping her hard. We were kissing wildly as we fornicated like animals. The last time I had fucked her was eight days ago and she really was desperate for a good romp in bed. She couldn’t help herself as she moaned out loud. We both froze, my cock embedded deep inside cunt as her daughter’s voice again interrupted our sexual play.
“Mummy why are you crying … are you in pain?” she was trying to open the door but luckily I had locked it.
“You go and do your homework darling .. uncle pressed my ankle a little hard that’s all, I’m okay.”
We waited a few moments to see if her daughter had gone back to her desk. This time we fucked with our lips locked so her moans could be muffled. Just as Girja was spasming in orgasm her daughter called out once more. “Mummy let me in, I’ve finished my homework.”
I had not had my orgasm but it was too risky to continue to fuck. Her daughter might innocently talk about how mummy and uncle didn’t let her come into mummy’s room. I got up from her Girja’s body and picked up my shorts from the floor and wore it. I had not taken off my t-shirt. All Girja had to do was pull down her nightie that she had pulled up all the way up above her breasts. The bed was a bit of a mess and it wouldn’t be a good idea for her daughter to see that. So, Girja came along with me as I unlocked and opened the door.
“Why you locked the door mummy?” was the first thing her daughter asked. We didn’t expect her to ask this.
Girja was thinking quickly what to say but I stepped in before that. “You see your mummy would cry out in pain when I pressed the balm on her ankle, she didn’t want you to be frightened and run in.”
“Yes darling, mummy didn’t want you to see mummy in pain and get upset, that’s why,” Girja joined in.
“Are you okay now?” her daughter asked.
“See I can walk now with no pain, uncle was very good I feel good now,” Girja smiled at me artfully as she said this.
“Why are you sweating mummy? Uncle too.”
“Because of the pain dear. Pain can make you sweat.”
“Uncle was in pain too?”
Yes, I was in pain, pain at being interrupted before I filled her mother’s love hole with my seed I thought to myself.
“No, uncle was doing a lot of pressing and rubbing, that’s why.”
After that interruption I went back home. Her son would be coming back soon. I had sneaked back into Girja’s house after eleven pm when all the doors in the apartment complex were closed and most people were probably sleeping. We kissed for a few moments in the hallway before Girja led me into her bedroom. She had gone to check on her kids one last time in their bedroom before coming back.
“They are sleeping soundly,” she told me before licking her lips on seeing how I was lying down on her bed.
I was completely naked, stroking my cock slowly as I had waited for her. We had some unfinished business from earlier in the evening. I had two pussies here in Bengaluru for my sexual needs. One being Girja and the other had gone to Delhi to see her father. They were wonderful pussies no doubt and the two women were lascivious sex hungry women who were enthusiastic sexual partners but neither of them was a match to the Coimbatore housewife in bed. But what to do, Bavani was completely ignoring me. I’ve got no choice but sate my lust with this willing cunt standing before me. Girja undid the zip of her nightie, pulled the top to come just below her shoulders then shrugged her body to let it slide down her body and fall to the ground. She was an active seductress who knew how to act suggestive and seductive. Even the way she undress was sensuous. Bavani on the other hand did not know how to act like a vamp but her natural beauty and sexiness made it more erotic than what Girja did even when she only simply naturally undressed without trying to be seductive. Girja got on to the bed and crawled to me on all fours like a hungry cat waiting to pounce on its prey. When she reached near my hip I stopped her. She had unfinished business to do.
“Suck it now you bitch .. you made me wait long enough.”
“How long that man didn’t go out of town and made me suffer,” Girja said as she lovingly played with my cock. The man she was referring to was her husband and father of her children. What a loyal wife, waiting for her husband to go away so she can enjoy the cock of her lover.
“How will that useless man how my cunt is itching, he is incapable of scratching the itch properly and doesn’t want to leave and let me be with the man who can do it wonderfully,” she continued, cursing her absent husband in her mind.
“I’ve fucked you four times, including earlier today didn’t I in these twenty days your husband was here. Your slutty cunt is still hungry for more cock?”
“Hurried fucks don’t count. We must fuck like we are going to do the whole night only then will my pussy be happy.” I needed her to be hungry and ready for intense passionate sex. Only then can I get some relief from the frustration I’m feeling not being able to enjoy the voluptuous body of my dream girl Bavani.
“This is what I like about you, you whore … you can’t wait for your husband to go away so that you can open your dirty cunt for me,” I said with a smile as Girja started guzzling on my hard, thick pipe.
“Like?? You should love it you pervert. You get to fuck another man’s wife in his bed don’t you .. you better do it at least three times tonight.”
“What three times? I got to work tomorrow you slut I’ve got to get some sleep too.” I was only teasing her. The frustration I was feeling because of Bavani I needed perhaps to fuck more than three times tonight.
Girja took out my cock from her mouth and looked at two, three rivulets of her saliva dripping down the length of my rod with satisfaction and said,” I don’t care, sleep at work if you have to. My sweet little boy must be inside my little girl this whole night.” She kissed my cock head lovingly as she said that.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. I needed a bitch in heat tonight. She urgently shoved her tongue into my mouth as we engaged in a slobbering kiss. I was tasting a little bit of myself on her tongue and lips but I didn’t mind that. There was nothing dirty in lust. At least it was me that I was inadvertently tasting. I knew her husband had, had it worse. She had kissed him one time soon after she had blown me and gulped down my jism. She didn’t have time to wash her mouth when her husband in one of his rare moods had insisted on kissing her. He didn’t seem to notice any difference, in fact he seemed to enjoy kissing her very intensely that day she later told me as we both had a good laugh at her husband’s expense. My shaft was pressed against her stomach as she slowly kissed down to my chest and sucked on my nipples wetting them with her saliva. As she did that my cock flesh was rubbed against the soft flesh of her stomach. She came further down to kiss my hard, muscled stomach. She bit and pulled on the flesh there.
“Tit fuck me bitch,” I ordered her knowing she won’t resist anything I tell her. I loved how the cheating married tramps would be so submissive to their lovers but can be so assertive when having sex with their spouse.
She held her two tits pressing my rod between them as she rubbed it up and down my shaft. I’m going to enjoy doing this with Bavani when I get her because her breasts were more corpulent and tit fucking would be more pleasurable. My leaking precum made the valley between her tits greasy and my shaft slid up and down easily. After a few minutes she again took my rod inside her mouth and started sucking again. This is what we missed when her husband was around. The freedom and time to engage in long foreplay. Her foreplay with her husband usually never exceeded a minute or two is what she told me. No wonder she wanted me to hump her any chance she gets. Girja held my balls and gently squeezed them as she gently raked her nails on the skin below my scrotum. This made the blowjob all the more pleasurable. I wish I could see Bavani’s rose petaled lips wrapped around my rod like this. All the time with her it had been in a darkened room or area. Seeing that beautiful face concentrate on sucking my hardon would be the ultimate sexual thrill. Girja was now sucking on my cock with earnest when the light on my mobile phone came on indicating I had a message. I had it on the side table beside the bed within easy reach. I reached for the phone while grabbing Girja’s bobbing head by her hair. I opened my messages to see who it was from.
‘Hi, how are you?’
My cock jumped in happiness inside Girja’s mouth. The message was from Bavani.