Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"No," she whispered. "Not now. Not now, Jayant."

Jayant understood and took a grip on himself. He reared up into her slowly and she rose on her arms, her face tilted back and, biting her lower lip, swirled her hips slowly in tight circles, mashing her cunt-flesh with his massive cock.

They rocked together gently and slowly, her body rising and falling over his bucking hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his cock.

Her breasts bounced and her gold necklace tossed as she moved faster, climbing rapidly to her climax, not caring about holding back now, sweeping him with her.

They came together, their orgasms colliding in an explosion of pleasure and grief.

They checked out at eleven and Osmond was at the desk. There would be no charge, he said. Their stay was on the house. Jayant protested, but gave in; Osmond was adamant.

He smiled at Anuja who suddenly leaned across the desk and kissed him, feeling sorry for
the fat man in his loneliness.

As they turned to go, Osmond stopped them.

"Listen," he said. "Please."

He looked hesitant and unsure and Anuja smiled. "What is it Ossie? Tell us."

"I ... er ... well, see, men, it is like this. Next weekend, Saturday night that is, there is a big party over here. Very rich people are coming. They have booked the whole bleddy hotel, men. The whole bleddy hotel."

"So? Good for you."

"No men. I mean yes and business and all will be booming, men, but this is different, men. Not usual."

"Meaning what?"

"A special party, men. They want special treat and special things."

"So do it."

"Yes men, that is why only I am asking y'all. See, they are wanting to have a show, you know what I mean, what kind of show."

Anuja and Jayant looked at him and then at each other, and at him again.

"You mean a live show."

"Yes men."

"A girl being fucked for an audience."

"Oh, yes, that is right, exactly. On the beach it will be, moon and all, very pretty. And they will be paying, also, good money, very good, fifty thousand in cash on the nail."

"And Anuja is the girl you have in mind?"

Osmond choked. "If ... sir, please ... I have promised so many things ...,"

Jayant looked at her and she nodded briefly. He turned to Osmond and grinned, clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, cool it, dude. We're buddies remember, and we owe you. Thing is, we don't know if we can make it. You know, getting away for the night and all."

"I understand." Osmond looked crushed.

Anuja giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, Ossie, you silly goose. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just meant we'd let you know. Can I call you tomorrow and confirm? If I can't, I'll send someone else. Someone as good. OK?"

Osmond beamed, his round face glistening with relief. "Oh thank you, thank you, Anuja madam. Thank you. You are the best friends for me, men. Swear on god, men. Swear on God. Best friends."

They smiled and reassured him and he followed them out to the car and waited as Jayant backed out carefully and then moved forward.

Jayant waved his hand from the window. In the car, Anuja turned and looked out the rear windscreen.

"I feel sorry for him," she murmured. "He's lonely."

"Are you going to do it?"

"I want to. It's tempting."

"Do it then."

"I will. If I can dodge my parents. You will be here, won't you?"

Jayant smiled at her. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Anuja my heart. Not for the world."