Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Amar’s son Rahul, his girl friend Sofia , Indian girl of Costa Rica origin, his wife Smrithi landed in the mansion .. what a surprise gift by Amar to his best friend Sameer. He kept is a secret and that’s what heightened the excitement. And this trip right before Holi is even more memorable

Amar made it clear to Sofia the customs of mansion and she would be the daughter in law of Sameer and like every newly wed bride, she would have to oblige him and this is the right way to learn Indian traditions and he made it as a condition before booking the tickets.

Sofia .. the city girl, bold and confident, transformed to a demure girl, eyes downcast and head down whenever she came to her in-law's place. Her mother in law (Smrithi) was very nice to her so it had nothing to do with being fearful of the woman. Her father-in-law (Sameer in USA , Ameer in India) was someone she had challenged and spoken aggressively to in USA, only once; on that occasion an intense sexual chemistry between the two of them had sprung up and neither of them could control, manage or come to terms with that intensity. Her demureness had more to do with an attempt to blend in and not have to face that intensity which melted or the subsequent guilt which rankled in her.

Fortunately for her, Sameer , her current father in law in India,  knew when to wait for and take his women, that having been the pattern with the maids of the house; and now with this new woman/girl, his daughter-in-law, as well. The days surrounding Holi are a mad melee of fun and games with an incessant flow of visitors and friends. As the special day itself comes closer, most of the youngsters play with colours and water even though one is supposed to do that only on the day of Holi itself.

And so it was with the day immediately before Holi. The mansion haveli courtyard and rooms for visitors were overfull with cousins and friends of Rahul  (came to greet him). Everyone was dressed in special clothes and so was  Sofia. She was wearing a ghagra choli (skirt and blouse) but this one was designed in the city (by Amar) and had a more daring cut and from fabrics different from the traditional ones used. The choli was practically backless with just two strings holding the front piece on her lovely succulent breasts. One string went behind the neck and the other string was along the bottom hem of the blouse.

In the middle was an expanse of seductive skin (brownish), exposed to all, but for the chiffon dupatta used to cover it all. The gauze like dupatta did more to allure by hinting at what lay beneath. As she laughed, joked and went about the house with her boy friend’s friends and relatives, an occasional momentary slippage of the dupatta would give any person lucky enough to be around a view of her back. The front was not daringly cut, but yes, it was firm and supportive enough to hold up her breasts almost as if they were on offer. The motifs on the front of the blouse, while traditional, were arranged in a manner that visually accentuated the contours of her oh-so-suckable breasts.

None of this was lost on   Sameer who watched every move of his bahu (daughter in law), reminiscing of the time he had caressed his previous bahu Manga a week ago that back and watched it weave and undulate as he rode her like a stallion, from behind. Or of those breasts, which in his mind were desperate to be released from the confines.

The boisterousness of Holi is the one occasion when men younger and older, and the girls and women flirt with each other outrageously. Some get drunk and touch, kiss and fondle -- unthinkable behaviour on any other day. The girls respond rather shamelessly. And the saucier, perhaps those in their 30's, seduce without really intending to let the Romeos go the whole distance. And Sameer watched this too, as Sofia participated to the fullest and was the life and soul of happenings in the haveli that day. This is all new to her but being Indian origin girl knew few things like Holi celebrations
Sameer saw the same sauciness and charm which he had encountered that first time Manga came to fight with him. It reminded him of the wild girl he had tamed rather than the intense girl who he had fucked on the next two occasions. His loins stirred as he started to want the saucy wanton woman in his daughter-in-law. With all that, in the eye of his mind, each time it was Sofia he was fucking. Every one of them felt that change in intensity as he pounded them into the mattress, cushioning or ground below.
Sameer's favourite among the bevy of maids was treated to his newly discovered oral skills. Soon enough the story had spread among a small circle and some of them made it a point to catch the Sameer's eye -- and more. And every one of them wondered what it was about. During Holi, boisterousness and flirtation usually leads to some throwing of water and color and a general loss of control of the situation. Today was no different. Some youngster started off the riot by throwing water at someone else and soon out came the packets of color and pichkaris.

The bolder among the boys approached Sofia and with joyous shouts of "Bhabhi" and chased her to throw colour and water at her.  Sofia ran, laughing, out of breath, ducking in and out of corridors and rooms avoiding everyone skilfully, till she was cornered. As the youth with flushed face paused on finding her trapped, Sameer took in the intoxicating sight of  Sofia with her dupatta askew and face radiant with smiles and a flushed look.

"Wait!" she said authoritatively. "Don't spoil my new dress. I will change and come down and then I will allow you to do what you want."

"Whatever I want?" asked Sameer audaciously, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, whatever!" she replied impishly. He drew himself back, placing his bets on getting a chance at more aggressive flirting once she was down. He promised himself he would soak her blouse to reveal the skin below and get a good look at her breasts; and then who knows what that might lead to? 


Sofia was gone in a whirlwind of laughter and she ran up the steps towards her room to change into a white kurta set which she had saved up for this occasion. It is always white, and it might typically be an old set of clothes. The colors would show up well on the white but would be ruined for any normal use thereafter, and so the preference for old clothes to be used on Holi day. While she had caught glimpses of her Mama ji, the Sameer, and while she knew she would have enjoyed flirting with him, the true events between them inhibited her.



What she didn't know was that Sameer had never really let her go out of sight today. She remained in his line of sight as he watched her flirt, play and caught glimpses of her back, her ankles and as much of the rest of her lovely persona as he could. And he caught sight of her dashing up the stairs. Her suitcase was on the low table next to the dresser and  Sofia was rummaging through her clothes all in a hurry to find the white kurta. She was startled when she felt a pair of hands grip her shoulders from behind. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as she recognized the grip; it was Sameer. He had followed her upstairs.  

Sofia did not move. From her bent position she looked up and behind at him and smiled. But she stayed that way. Sameer placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of her back. As soon as she felt him touch her, she was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt her. His large, rough hands on her soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down her spine as he traced his way down her back right up to the edge of her skirt.  Sofia shuddered as the nail touched every single erogenous spot on its way.

It was as if he was unzipping and opening out her sexuality with that fingernail.

" You seem to have been waiting for an opportunity " she said to him.
"Haan," he replied, " Yes, otherwise you never come to me “.

Both hands held her at the waist.

" In such a full house, what if we get spotted?" she asked.

" No one ever saw us before " he replied .. He now lifted her skirt revealing her ass to him. There were those panties, ever an obstacle.

" It cannot be done so openly, can it?" she countered.  . Her hands gripped the sides of the low table to steady herself.

" So then come to me quietly " he advised her.



"I cannot come to you and keep quiet Mama ji!" she said with a playful smile.

She pulled down her panties and stamping with her feet got it off her legs.

" Do whatever you have to quickly, otherwise someone might come looking for me " she told him.

With one hand on her hips, his other hand arranged the folds of his dhoti so his cock found a gap in the cloth. His erection had been ebbing and hardening all morning as he had taken in different sights of his daughter-in-law. But all her sauciness now had it in full rage. Sameer straightened his back to thrust his cock forward. It was pointing upward in its blood-engorged firmness. He held it and lowered it, pointing to her ass. He laved it with the precum on his cockhead.  Sofia shuddered as he touched her in unnamed zones from her ass to her cunt. She reached under to try guiding him. Yes, she wanted this manliness and perversely, found herself wondering how the man had failed to pass on this endowment to his son.  

He leaned forward and with his teeth, pulled open the lower cord that held the blouse in place. Now the lower part of the blouse was hanging loose while the upper part stayed tethered around the neck. Sameer straightened up and guided his cock back into the vale between the ass cheeks. This time his cock snagged in the outer lips of her cunt and he thrust forward to embed himself. While both of them were in an instant boil, the encounter itself was sudden and so neither was overly lubricated. This was just as well, because the friction was immensely pleasurable to both. Their "Ah!" was in unison, almost orchestrated.  

Sofia laughed a small laugh and gripped the edge of the table hard and held her ass firm and upturned to him. Sameer grunted and pulled back to thrust again. The bangles on her hands jangled as he fucked her. She was wearing a full hand which was how it was on festival days. But with his methodical thumping, the jangling became louder and followed the beat of his fucking. She wished she had taken them off but instead of silence, she actually added to the noises with a series of "unhhs!" as Sameer changed his pace of fucking.

The man had started rapidly sliding in and out of her cunt luxuriating in the way her lips rode over his head. His hands slowly slid up her waist, up the sides of her torso and now the thumb was on her back while the four fingers gripped the side of her chest. This allowed his index finger to feel the mass of her breasts while the middle finger and ring finger teased her nipples. "O, Mama ji! Yes, maul my breasts and ride me like this. How I missed this animalness!" she hissed through clenched teeth.



She shook her head from side to side as indescribable pleasure emanated from her breasts and as the occasional lunge from the cock touched a pleasure zone inside her pussy. "Ah!" exhaled the Sameer with every thrust. And as he pulled back, he sucked in his breath through an open mouth, making a seething sound. The rhythm of the hiss of the seething intake and the Ah of the thrust followed a pattern as Sameer closed his eyes, gripped her torso and fucked with a need to finish quick. This was dangerous as Sofia rightly pointed out, but he could not have waited another hour. Now that Mama ji and bahu had talked about it, he would fix a tryst for a longer leisurely exploration of sexuality.

But right now, he just needed to own her, mark her, pound her and fill her.  Sofia started to convulse as her orgasm ripped through her. She brought up one hand to hold her lower tummy as she felt the thick cock in her womb, from the deep penetration. She could feel it throb and pulsate inside her through the stomach wall. An occasional twinge of pain came from his marauding cockhead touching a sensitive part deep in her.  Sofia's legs gave way as the intensity of the orgasm caused her to buckle. She let out a scream of desperate wanting when Sameer's cock slipped out of her cunt as she fell forward, her face now buried in the pile of clothes in the suitcase.

The cock smeared itself on her ass as it missed its target completely and Sameer lurched in an uncontrolled response to lack of the grip of her cunt.  Sofia frantically reached for his cock and Sameer frantically grabbed at her hips. She was now completely face down and her ass in the air. Her cunt was vacant and throbbing and she needed urgently to be filled back. "Haaaaaaaaaaanh!"   she bellowed when he sank back into her. The sensation of cumming which had built up in him had receded and he pounded into her with a vengeance to regain the lost peak. The brutality of his quest took her over the cliff and her pussy melted in a cascade of spasms.



She came like she thought only men came; drenching and shuddering uncontrollably. The furniture groaned and squeaked as it slipped from its position on the floor and closed the gap with the wall. The suitcase overbalanced and threatened to fall to one side.  Sofia clung on to the suitcase and table and held her cunt steady and open for Sameer to bludgeon her into submission through the now impending orgasm. Sameer shuddered and came in torrents, as he most usually did with Sofia. After two thrusts, he left her hips, placed his hands on the wall and thrust his cock deep into her and held there.

The next few spasms of his cock were from the spewing from his cockhead and not from any thrusting. He stayed embedded and only when the pleasure threatened to recede completely did he pull back and thrust back in and hold again. That thrusting pulled back his skin and the cockhead swelled up and he was able to retain the fullness of his erection for another moment during which he could stay embedded. Another dribble of sperm and another thrust back. With each successive thrust, the cockhead swelled a little lesser and lesser, till finally he had come to rest on his daughter-in-law's sexy broad ass.  
For Sofia the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat. Her womb filled with this wonderful man's sumptuous outpourings. She felt his seed deep in her and she held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to her, she just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for her to receive every little spend from his system. As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, Sofia found herself unsupported as   Sameer had now placed his hands on the wall.

She fell over, suitcase and all. She now was on her back, half inside her suitcase, looking up at Sameer who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully for Sofia, the ghagra skirt fell back to cover her, though her ass was still not covered. She watched Sameer, lost in the trance of his experience, except for the occasional shuddering aftershock of his orgasm. He threw his head back, his hand reached for his cock and he gave himself a squeeze through a handful of cloth, squeezing out the never ending dribbles and yet drying his cock. He looked down at his  Sofia, lying in a heap amongst clothes, the lower part of her blouse open and showing part of her breasts.



Her eyes looked deep into his. They were soulmates. Her hand roamed over her the lower belly with the womb within and she palmed herself there, where he had deposited copious volumes of his seed. An indication of ownership. She reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh. "Naughty man!" she pronounced and got up. "Chalo, let me change," she said, signalling an end to the episode.

Sameer turned and checked the front of his dhoti and left. As Sofia lifted her suitcase onto the low table, she froze. There at the window, was Smrithi, Amar’ wife, her mother-in-law. Her hand was over her mouth and her bosom was heaving. When she was sure Sameer  had left the scene she entered the room and stood directly in front of  Sofia.