Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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After having lunch Sameer is resting in his usual living room along with Amar and the two kids are not leaving the uncle.  All of them had an exhausting sensous sessions and are lazily lieing on the couches.  While Sameer is still in his clothes, Amar is almost nude with the girls playing with his dick. Sameer ignores the girls and is thinking about his new daughter in law Manga who gave him memorable moments since she stepped into the mansion yesterday. the girls got into the special swing arranged in that living room.. naked.. hugging .. napping



Meanwhile .. the contrast was obvious to Manga. Every single time her husband Pawan drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non --muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men she had encountered in the city who were regular gym goers. Their muscles were bulging and hard, yes, but there something artificial about it.  There was something far more appealing about the muscle and tone of the body of a man who had achieved that from working on the farm and handling rough things. And that man was   Sameer. The contrast between how he felt, and how his son felt was so very obvious. 

The muscle and the strength of the older man's arms matched the roughness and calluses on his hands. That roughness brought an electric friction to the caressing of her soft skin. It was like a flint to match, setting her alight.  The warmth in her loins spread as she thought of the way those hands caressed, then gripped, lifted then set down, scooped her up and then set her free. She still loved Pawan, the guy who she had met and fallen in love with in the city and married. But the beginnings of any lovemaking with Pawan only ended up kindling a lust which his physique and his inexperience could never handle.  And so their honeymoon, from which she had returned only just yesterday morning, was replete with encounters with her love.

The encounters left her as a simmering mass of flesh which perpetually sought release, but it eluded her in Pawan's arms. He could set it off, but never finish it. As Pawan moved over her, she compared the feeling with how it was when   Sameer gripped her shoulders. She compared everything, the sweat, the smell, the hardness, the bubbling cauldron it caused between her legs, and yes, that thickness and heaviness of his penis which Sameer had failed to pass on to his son.  

The heat from the chillies she was grinding was matched by the flush she felt in her pussy and in her chest and then her cheeks. The outlet was the ferocity with which she ground the mortar into the pestle. She watched the blunt end of the mortar and was immersed in the phallic metaphor it suddenly took on to represent. It seemed to her that just watching and imagining would lead her to a quiet orgasm. A small self contained one, of the kind she felt occasionally with Pawan, if at all. Not the large, soul-scorching, all encompassing explosion that soaked up the whole universe of her being.  

"Beti. You have not gone and done a pranam to Mama and his friend Amar ji since you returned. You have missed serving him while you were away. Go and give him this lassi and get back to your household duties," said  Vanaja to her daughter-in-law, handing a large copper tumbler of frothy lassi.  Manga stopped the grinding and went to wash her hands thoroughly of the effects of the chilli she had been grinding. The cool water felt pleasant on her skin but did nothing for the seething mass of flesh she had been reduced to.  

Sameer was the first man she had known, the first to plunder her virginity, reducing the impact of anything Pawan could have been in her memory. And just before she left on her honey moon,  Sameer and she had again succumbed unwittingly in the bathing area. They were both able to explain away the first encounter in their minds since she was not yet married to his son at the time. The second one had been the complete conquest of lust and a towering testimony to the chemistry of Sameer and his new woman, Manga.  

They always avoided eye contact, and were circumspect in their interaction.  Sameer himself never called for her and she never volunteered to attend on him. Both knew that their feelings and passion were uncontrollable and not to be trusted. Both felt a sense of guilt over their willingness to allow that lack of control to go where it wanted.

But when her mother-in-law set her some duty to accomplish, her desire surged and the outcome was a foregone conclusion. It was as if their bodies had known each other for years and designed for one another, though they had had only two intense encounters till date.  Her hands were shaking as she reached for the glass. The simmer between her legs had never really gone away during the entire honeymoon. Pawan had just lost his virginity to Manga after the marriage and was busy exploring his sexuality. 

The inexperience and the obsession with his own self had done nothing to satiate Manga. And she herself had the experience of Sameer dominating her demands .. The excitement of returning to  Sameer -- her Mama -- had just increased the simmering to a boil.   Nothing, however, was going to compare with the ravaging pounding of her cunt that  Sameer provided. He just knew how to touch her in all the right spots with that fullness of his cock.

Thinking all these lust-filled thoughts she wended her way through the corridors, stairways and rooms of the sprawling haveli, through to the room which was Sameer's lair. It was here the old warhorse retreated to for his siestas and his quiet times of day. The mid-afternoon lassi was a ritual for Sameer. Different people brought it to him every day. He would always look forward to one of the maids bringing it rather than any of the man servants, though he never made this obvious and took things as they came. 

The maids had all some form of tacit agreement with him. Even those who were "out of bounds" were at least worth eyeing. And then there were those who acquiesced to his overtures. And still others who hankered to feel his manliness and his vigor.  There were all sorts. And Sameer was prudent enough to rein in his desire and channel it discreetly.

This allowed him unlimited pleasure, access to a bevy of village beauties married or otherwise and did not provoke any resistance from any quarter. And that included  Vanaja who had never failed to guess from the look of a maid emerging from  Sameer's quarters what might have been going on. She also knew which maid fell in which category.   Sameer lay on his easy chair in his lair. It was a well planned and suitably equipped den. 

It had a view of the road and fields approaching the haveli so Sameer had unrestricted knowledge of the coming and going of various folk. There was a TV, a DVD player and an assortment of movies from local dialect, mainstream and some porn flicks which he kept to the rear of the stack. There was also his bed with a mosquito net and four posts to suspend the net from and the usual assortment of paraphernalia associated with dressing and personal grooming.  

Sameer was mildly drowsy and knew that lassi was on its way. He had heard the commotion of the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law and while he had met Pawan he could not spot Manga.   With the mild drowsiness was also a mild arousal from the anticipation and guessing game around who the bearer of the lassi would be. He hoped to God it wouldn't be a manservant. And he didn't dare wish it to be the new bahurani, his Manga. The thought of Manga sent his pulse racing and he shifted to make his instant hard-on less obvious.    

She must have been getting fucked several times a day.  Sameer had no clue of his son's endowment and capabilities. Yet, he found himself jealous of his son's free and assured time with Manga. His Manga. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock swelled to its full proportions and the heaviness hung, inadequately supported by his loose undergarment.  

As he stretched out his legs and let his palm graze his cock he sensed someone's presence. Surely it was the bearer of the lassi.  Sameer turned and lo and behold, his Manga, lassi in hand.  The hard on was now firm and raging, Manga's presence confirming the legitimacy of his arousal. His mind protested; the desire was illegitimate. He tried to focus his mind on the transaction at hand. She was here to just deliver the lassi and that was all he was going to do. He tried to ignore the damp patch around the midriff of her kurta. 

He tried to put out of his mind memories of the way she had spread herself around him when he was bathing. He looked at her proud, well encased breasts and tried to ignore how they had looked when he had feasted upon them under the mango tree that first time.  The more he tried to put out of his mind, the more came to him. There were so many things to ignore.

Their fingers touched briefly as she handed him the glass. Her nostrils were flared and her face was red from the sighting of her Mama. Her eyes bored into his eyes. A corner of her mind recorded that amongst the many folds of his dhoti there was likely to be hidden his well engorged beast of a cock.  Manga felt her juices pouring out shamelessly. She stood rooted to the spot.  Sameer Reddy lifted the glass to his lips. His mouth opened and he extended his tongue so he could lick the cream off, as he put the glass to his lips. His eyes were riveted to hers. His tongue lapped at the cream with a long flourish that reminded Manga of the tonguing her nipples had received on an earlier occasion.

She felt them jump now as if they had been touched by that memory.  She watched as his lips closed around the rim of the tumbler and he sucked in the frothy butter milked. If he had been milking her breasts his lips should have formed an 'O' she noted. No, here his mouth was open and taking in even as his tongue lapping; O God! Was that really possible? She was creaming down there and could he really take a large sip of her? She wondered. She had heard of it, read of it. But nothing in her experiences mirrored it.  

True to their indescribable chemistry, it was as if these thoughts were transmitted to Sameer. As he drank in large gulps, he could only think of her pussy releasing such gushes as he had felt soaking his cock. There was that porn movie he had seen just the other night, where the man had buried his face in the woman's bush.  Sameer had imagined doing that to Manga and could instinctively visualize what all she might seek and he might give her, should he mouth her. He found that in drinking his lassi, his mouth was signaling all those moves.  He paused between gulps. Manga burst out laughing; his moustache had been daubed with a thick layer of cream and it made him look ridiculous. Her laughter was spontaneous, with a tinkle in it. She covered her mouth as she laughed, her breasts heaving.  

Sameer bristled at being laughed at.  Down below in the front courtyard,  Vanaja was dealing with a vegetable vendor when she heard the tinkle of laughter. She glanced upward and thought it was good that the bahu was getting along well with her husband. She knew not, just how well.   Sameer's face reddened with anger at being laughed at and just as he was about to vent his anger, Manga stepped up and using the corner of her dupatta wiped his Mustache. Just like that, spontaneously.  She leaned over him to do that. Her body was hunched over his. She had come dangerously close to him. Her breasts were hanging and down the front of her kurta top he could see the fruit like breasts encased in the bra. Her hair fell forward and covered the both of their faces. He turned his face up and caught Manga's lips in his own lips. Just like that spontaneously.  

She didn't dare kiss him back. This curious mix of unbridled lust and guilt-ridden restraint was maddening. Her mouth remained open. It allowed him to breathe in her breath and he found her smells permeating his body. He let his lips linger. Inhaling. Tasting. Smelling. Her mouth watered, as was her pussy. As she continued to lean over him her lips wetted over and he licked her lips. His tongue snaked out entering her mouth. She shuddered as she felt the wet searching and supple tongue enter her own mouth. Her mouth closed on the tongue by reflex and as Sameer pulled his tongue back she raked it with her lips, the way she might have raked his cock.  He put his hands on her shoulder and held her firm. His tongue repeated the act of sliding into her mouth and she repeated her act of forming an 'O' with her lips.

He tongued the folds of the mouth, the way he might have tongued her pussy.   Sameer was nothing if not decisive. He pushed her away and stood up. His dhoti could scarcely conceal the passion which his tongue had conveyed. He moved towards Manga and she kept moving back till her back came to rest on the chest of drawers along the wall. On the top of it was a stack of well folded clothes ready to be put away by Vanaja into Sameer's wardrobe.  Sameer continued to move towards this girl who had come to possess him; or was it he who possessed her?  With no further space for her to back off, he closed in on her. He now loomed over her, his breath warming her already red hot face. She lowered her face, not able to look him in the eye anymore, shuddering uncontrollably as she was in the grip of maddening lust.

His chest was touching her face now and she buried her face in the comfort of his broad chest. On her thigh she felt the head of his cock poking. Her hands gripped the edge of the chest of drawers as she struggled with her contrast of emotions between head and heart. It was illicit and yet, it was her Mama, the man who had completed her as a woman before her husband could.  His strong hands -- oh yes! How strong and firm they were! -- grabbed her just below her buttocks and lifted her. Her buttocks cleared the edge and her hands which were supposed to be helping her control, quickly levered her up so that she was now sitting on top of that chest.  Sameer's hands now moved to the cord which tied the choodidar pajama of her dress.

He found the end and pulled at it and the cord was now open. The waist of garment now needed loosening. His hands ran around the inside of that waist and loosened the pajama. It hung open now in the front revealing her smooth undulating landscape of her belly. It fell into her lap.  Sameer's hands went around to the back and he squeezed her buttocks. He pulled the pajama down and he nudged her, signaling her to raise her hips so he could slide the pajama down further. With her one hand resting on the drawer top, she gripped his shoulder with the other hand to raise herself.