Adultery Mansion (updated Apr 2)

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Smrithi peered around the separating wall cautiously, hoping she wouldn't be spotted. She was also indulging the voyeur in herself, hoping for a visual treat. She was not disappointed. She saw the broad back of the man she assumed would be Rahul, muscles rippling as he fucked the woman seated on his lap. She could see Sofia's hands gripping the shoulder muscles at the back and her legs stretched out wide, around Rahul. Gosh, if only her own husband could be like that for one last time. 



Sofia thrust hard and grunted, "Babuji, fuck me!" The words clearly carried to Smrithi and she was not sure of what she had just heard. Did Sofia say babuji? She craned her neck but the man's face was turned towards Sofia away from her. In fact, at the moment Sameer kissed his young bahu squarely on her lips, tasting her as it were.  Smrithi noted that the man was completely nude while Sofia had her nightgown bunched up around her waist. She watched mesmerized as the girl wrapped around the hunk swivelled her legs. Each swing of the legs was accompanied by a grunt from either the man or the woman.

Smrithi felt her own lust rising and pressed her thighs together for comfort.  As Sofia slid in Sameer's lap she started to feel that the fucking would feel more animal is she liberated Sameer from her weight and let him pound her. She wanted that pounding and she wanted to lie back with legs open wide, submitting to him. She held his shoulders and raised herself, getting off his cock. Sameer applied his mouth every where on her body' to whatever part was near him: breasts, thigh, and the now-soaked cunt.  He watched quizzically as Sofia moved away from him and lay in front of him. As she sat down and stretched back she thought she saw an eye through the trellis and the money plant growing on it.



Was someone from Smrithi aunty's portion spying on them? Before she could react to that, Sameer knelt between her legs. Holding her by the hips the man lifted her like a doll onto his hips. With her ass cheeks in his hand he pumped her onto his cock and pounded her.  Sofia's hands clutched at his hairy arms for dear life as her babuji took her. " Don't you ever lose your hardon  Babuji?" she asked impishly, her brattishness resurfacing at the   same time as she dropped her inhibitions.

" Not while fucking you " grunted Sameer in reply.    " Even when I stay away from you don't leave me. You want to make me your whore?" she playfully scolded him.   " Is that how you talk to your father-in-law?" asked Sameer, pushing up her gown, exposing her breasts  . They were like those mangoes of the tree under which they had first laid into each other. He slapped her breasts. They were sharp slaps delivering just-so-much pain. A physical rebuke accompanying the verbal rebuke.  

Smrithi clearly heard the word 'sasur'. "My god!" she thought in shock. That strong muscular figure was her father-in-law and they were fucking like animals. Smrithi's juices now poured and she became bolder in seeking a perfect view. After all, the couple were indulging in illicit passion; they could hardly be expected to complain against her.  She could see the rippling muscles of his back, the strong buttocks and the pale legs of the girl spread around them. Her heels were banging his ass.

Smrithi marveled at the muscular physique of a man old enough to be a father-in-law. The coarse nature of the conversation between them was fascination and shocking too.  " When you got addicted to fucking me you didn't remember this relationship," she teased .  Then she made a loud yelp "Aaii!" as Sameer thrust his thumbs in from either end, further increasing the pressure on Sofia's vagina. Words failed him in replying her so he mauled her physically. Then, the crude landlord in him burst out, "Saali, randi!" (Bitch! Whore!)  With those remarks he became more animal and vigorous and Smrithi could hear moans and grunts from the poor girl as she was methodically plundered.

Smrithi hated the lack of opportunity to get a better look at what was happening. She pressed her palm into her crotch to give herself some measure of relief. She couldn't wait for her own husband to return now; she had to have a nice fuck.  Sofia felt she would be torn open today and the only way she could manage Sameer was to ride him. She grabbed his arm and hefted herself up. Sameer was now kneeling and Sofia was seated across his hips, her heels and feet on the ground on either side.  She said, " Don't fuck me so much that I will not be able to walk even.."

She then proceeded to hold his head and hug him hard, moving her hips and quieting his plundering cock. This time as she faced the lattice, she could clearly see Smrithi aunty watching them. She paused in her thrusting. When Sameer felt the pause he pummelled her ass with his fist. She kissed his ear with a wet mouth and murmured, "I think someone is watching us” 



Sameer's cock lost its hard edge. "Kaun?" he asked in panic.  "Apke peeche," replied Sofia, eyes looking for Smrithi whom she seemed to have been lost among the leaves of the plant. Her hips slid on the cock quickly, aching for the fullness and hardness. She wanted him. This doubt about being spotted came at a time where stopping or moving away was impossible.  "Move" said Sameer .  "Koi zarurat nahi," replied Sofia fucking him harder.  "Kam se kam mujhe dekhne do. Bahu yeh hamare khandaan ke izzat ka sawal hai," he begged.  The position they are  now in was exquisitely erotic. He was on his knees with his hips free to fuck and hands free to hold her up. She herself was in a seating position as if on a chair; only his hands were the seat, with a cock pinioning her firmly.

Every thrust embedded him as far in her womb as he had ever been. Every thrust caressed her downward facing clit, sending sparks up her spine to her erect nipples. And every slide was over his ultra-sensitive cockhead.  It was a searing hot fuck.  Till she spotted the movement again. She froze momentarily and hoped that Sameer had not noticed it. She didn't want him to notice it; her need for the fucking was intense and she had waited all night for this. His back was toward that woman so she was willing to take a chance that Smrithi would mistake him for Rahul, though he was not nearly as solidly built as his dad.  "Bahu, bahu, bahu," sobbed Sameer as a series of tremors convulsed him. For Sofia, the articulation of pleasure was untimely, but Sameer felt that the lovemaking was so beautiful that he needed to say something to his daughter-in-law.  " Take me from here," whispered Sofia into his ear.  

"Where?" asked Sameer,   his hands gripping her ass and fingers probing the fringes of her no-longer-virgin anus.  "Inside," she replied ,  There was an urgency in her voice which he mistook for passionate haste. From the strategic point at which his fingers were he could not be blamed for misinterpreting her. He pried apart the ass cheeks which were already in his grip and let his little finger explore her.  Sofia shuddered uncontrollably as the violation triggered new impulses. "Naheee!" she screamed louder than she wanted to with Smrithi aunty spying.  "Ghar ke andar, Babujee," she sobbed as both her cunt and her anus played havoc with her nervous system.

She flailed like a rag doll in his powerful hands, speared on his weapon-like cock and ripples of pleasure marking her from different directions. "Who dekh rahi hai," she started to cry in the conflict between pleasure, shame and fear.  Sameer rose in one swift motion barely hindered by the weight he was carrying. Smrithi saw the muscles flex, ripple and settle down as the marvellous specimen of manhood lifted his lover as he got up. She ached to see more of him; surely his cock would prove to be as robust a peg on which the girl was snared?  Smrithi was least expecting it when Sameer strode directly toward where she was standing.

Each step was a thunderbolt from his proud erect cock to the depths of Sofia's soul. Before Smrithi could move he had reached the trellis with Sofia clinging on to his shoulder. Thinking that he was headed indoors she had closed her eyes and was back to concentrating on the mischievous double penetration. Clinging on to Sameer's powerful shoulders she savoured the cock, wincing her hips in a butterfly like motion. Her face was a picture of ecstatic release.  It turned to shock when Sameer paused and pulled the leaves of the plant to exchange a clear glance with Smrithi.



It was Sameer's turn to be shocked as the woman on the other side had her hand stuffed inside her nylon track pants. She was pleasuring herself and froze when discovered.  Sofia bucked, her heels tapping on Sameer's hips begging Sameer to move indoors, much as a horse rider goads the beast on. He was a beast indeed for he took in fully the sight of Smrithi's considerably large mummeries and the voluptuous figure and the effect they were having on her were not lost on him. His cock registered the new dimension by growing harder and more insistent.  

The wiggling and tapping only increased the tempo. In deference to his daughter-in-law's concerns for privacy, Sameer headed away from the balcony to the drawing room. The investigation had been necessary because he didn't think there was anyone and wanted to reassure Sofia. But that effort appeared to have backfired.  " She saw you. Why did you show her your face?" wept the poor housewife, worried sick about her husband getting to know. The cock embedded in her was unremitting and continued its pulsations. The finger in her anus and the adjoining digits being in that erogenous zone also drover her wild. It all seemed incongruous. Sameer's thudding steps only fucked her more.  

He knelt down on the carpet and lay the girl down. She was wracked with sobs and he was completely nonplussed on how to handle the situation. As he slid her to the floor, his cock and fingers slid out. His relationship with his various women was pure lust. The women --at least the majority of them- succumbed to him because he delivered intense pleasure. His power as lord and master was matched by his power as a lover. He had never had to handle emotions ever. It was all so clinical. Even with his daughter-in-law, the non-sexual interaction was a bare minimum.  

She gasped, unable to take the contrast between a double violation and being left so completely devoid of contact all of a sudden. She grabbed the heavy and full penis in her hand. "Babuji, I want you " she confessed for the first time since their first illicit tryst.    " However, this cannot cast a shadow on my relationship with Rahul my husband " she wept, caressing his sticky messy cock. . " Then why do you stay away from me?" asked Sameer, mildly impatient at the interruption in sex. “Look at this “ she said, holding his penis like a trophy . Her hand was open, palm facing upward. Fingertips were under his scrotum, holding the weight of his balls and the entire length of his cock was in her hand, stretching just a bit beyond her wrist upto her forearm. It was dark and in contrast to her milky white, delicate skin.

It covered almost three-quarters of the width of her arm. Massive and large enough for unbridled pleasure, but within the dimensions of acceptability for her cunt. In fact, he filled her insides just so perfectly.  " See this. How heavy and full this is " she avoided using the word 'lund' (penis); it just seemed too crude a word for her cultured tongue.  " how much time will it take me to forget my husband in my lust for this?" she asked, appreciatively stroking the familiar pillar of flesh.

Her tears had receded and she was sniffling.  "Aur agar mujhe Rahul ne ghar se nikaal diya to mai apko kaise chodungi phir?" she asked, tears welling up again at the thought of being exposed. (And if Rahul throws me out how do I get to fuck you?)  "Mai apko chahti hoon babuji, lekin Rahul mera pyar hai. Mujhe aap dono chaye," she cried, wracked by sobs.  "Toh takleef kya hai?" groaned Sameer, thrusting his hips as her fingers closed, providing him with some relief. A drop of his precum dripped onto her stomach and he watched it as it slowly flowed towards her navel. (So where is the problem?)  "I cannot get addicted to you and let him find out," she continued. "it is better I stay away."

Her other hand stroked his broad chest lovingly and she felt worshipful of this man she felt obliged to stay away from. "Yeh rishta najayiz hai aur ye kisi bhi haal mey ham badal nahi sakte. Sameerain...Rahul... Oh Sameerji!" she shivered. On impulse she pulled his face down and kissed him several times. Then she kissed him all over hands and lips searching for places to mark him with her endearments.  That her search would culminate with her lips wrapped around his cock was inevitable.  "Tum fikar mat karo beti. Tumahara yeh babuji sab sambhal lega," said Sameer through gritted teeth as her small mouth failed to make enough space for his large as ever cock. (Don't worry, girl. Your babuji will manage everything.)  

"Lekin aaj to hamey kisi ne dekh hi liya na. Shayad ye hamari akhiri baar hai ab," said Sofia between slobbering mouthfuls of his cock. (But we did get seen today. Maybe this is our last time together.)  "I will manage that too," mumbled Sameer unconvincingly, as he held his bahu's head and fucked her all-too-small mouth. The tightness of her lips around him was maddening. "Tum ek santaan paida kar do, phir koi tumhe hamare khandaan se dur nahi kar sakta," he said, in an inspired moment. (You deliver a child and then no one can evict you from our family.)  

"Toh phir who bhi aaj kar dijiye!" said Sofia looking up at him triumphantly, and catching his eye as he was looking down to see the crazed girl suck him. (So give me that today!)  "Akhir, Rahul aap hi ka beta hai. Toh nasal ek hi hui na. Chalo, bhar do mujhe taaki mera jagah tai ho jaye," she begged him, pulling at his slimy thick cock and urging him to impregnate her. (After all Rahul is your son. The genes are the same. Come and fill me and secure my place with you.)  Sameer entered her in one swift dive and plunged his cock to the deepest, holding it there. Then he leaned forward and for almost the first time rested his chest on her breasts. Her gown was in between.  "Rukiye, rukiye," she gasped in frantic haste. (Wait, wait.) Thkur pulled himself off and Sofia shucked off the offending garment.



Her breasts were scarlet with arousal and Sameer lay on her, crushing her to himself.  For the first time in all those animal encounters they wrapped arms around one other and held each other close. She buried her head in his neck and smeared the residue of tears on his skin. He lay on her, his hips moving like piston drivers. For the first time his focus was on cumming and not on prolonging the pleasure.  For the first time Sofia's focus was on prolonging his fucking of her. "Dijiye, babuji. Zor se! Haan! Taaki mai kabhi bhool na paun. Kyamalum ye hamari ankhiri baar ho. Thokiye! Aur Thokiye. Arre, thokiye naaaaaa!" she sobbed in ecstasy as Sameer sweated in his exertions. (Give it to me. Hard. Yes! So I never forget this ever for this may the last time we fuck. Pound me. Pound me more. Oh please pound me.)  

"Haaaaaaaaaaaarhhhh" growled Sameer, feeling that today his spewing was unprecedented. He seemed to have flooded her. And he had only just begun. As wave after wave crashed through him, her channel seemed to be choked. Soon he couldn't push as the semen seemed to jam up the scope for any movement. He paused and assisted by her own surges managed to thrust a few times more.  Sofia continued to be in tears and her heels beat his ass as she asked for more and more, and every drop. Her knees were raised and she hoped it was all flowing and flooding her womb. She really wanted to be pregnant by him and she wanted it today.

"Hai mai bhar gayi, Babuji, shukriya," she kissed his cheek and hugged him harder than ever. (Oh I am so filled, thank you Babuji).  He lay on her, his enormous weight crushing the little woman. After several minutes she pushed at his shoulder, willing him to rise. As Sameer rose, Sofia did not. She held her legs up and together and rocked herself. Her eyes drilled into Sameer's. "Aur kitna raaj karma chahte hain mujh par? Ho gayi na aapki? Ab agey kya hoga kya pata," she murmured, stroking her breasts and her lower belly. (How much more do you want to own me. Now I am yours aren't I. now we don't know what will happen next.)  "Get up and get dressed" he ordered her brusquely. He walked over to the balcony and gathered his dhoti and tied it quickly, throwing a towel around his shoulders.  As Sofia slipped into the bathroom she heard the front door open. By the time she could throw on her gown and come out to check Sameer was gone and the house was empty.  Where was he?

That woman next door had to be stopped. Sameer was determined to make sure that Smrithi who had spotted him fucking his daughter-in-law did not carry the tale to others, notably his son.


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