Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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A JAM OF TARTS
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4

DOUBLE UP
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Anil thumbed the large wad of one hundred rupee banknotes with a thin smile. A cool twenty-five thousand. Not bad at all for a little entertainment by the wife. He folded the notes carefully and stashed them in the secret drawer in his cupboard and locked it. He dropped the key into his trouser pocket and turned around.

"Twenty-five thousand," he acknowledged with a nod. "Okay, it's cool. You can fuck her now."

There were three people in the bedroom. Nisha, his wife, sat on the large, well-sprung double bed between two men. Both were strangers. They were her clients and they had paid well for her services. Anil looked at her. She certainly knew how to give a man a good time, and he made good money from it. It was perfect.

She loved whoring and he loved the money. He was pleased. Thanks to her, the poverty of their early life was now a distant and ugly memory. He caught her eye and she smiled gently. He winked at the two men and grinned broadly.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves, gentlemen," he said, winking at his guests. "She's one hell of a cunt."

"She'd better be, at this price," growled one.

"Yeah," said the other. "Goddamned pricey bitch."

"Gentlemen, I assure you that she is worth every penny. I guarantee you full satisfaction. If you are displeased with her in any way, your money will be refunded, though, I must add, that has never yet happened. You may be with her for as long as you wish and do with her as you will. The only prohibition is physical violence. No sadism, of any kind. The goods are not to be damaged in any way."

Nisha was a good-looking young woman in her mid-twenties. She had an oval face with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a deep brown, set deep, her mouth was slender, opening often in a wide smile over perfect teeth.

Her nose was slim and straight. She was fair-skinned, her complexion creamy and unblemished. Her neck was long, and around it she wore her habitual black and gold beaded *mangalsutra*, the proud symbol of her marital status.

Her body was luscious, with full buttocks and a narrow waist, a flat belly and firm, succulent breasts with long nipples in small aureoles. Her limbs were long and slender and shapely. She wore long earrings, toe-rings, finger rings, anklets and bangles. Her dark hair was springy, but thick and long and hung in a long braid to her waist.

She was simply dressed in a long *kurta* and a *salvar* that did nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath. The clothes were translucent and filmy and clung to her body, showing the swell of her breasts and the cleft of her buttocks.

She looked at the two men seated on either side of her. They were identical twins, and she could not tell them apart. *Double the pleasure*! She thought suddenly, grinning impishly to herself.

The men were good-looking '.s, tall and fair with handsome, craggy, fine-nosed faces, their eyes deep and dark, hair thick. Their bodies were solid blocks of muscle: broad shouldered, they had deep chests and hard bellies and long, strong arms and legs. Their mouths were slim and their jaws square and manly. They had introduced themselves as Aslam and Salim. She did not know which was which. It didn't matter.

She looked from one to the other and, smiling gently, tilted her head back against the bed-stand. Her lips parted and her tongue arched lasciviously across her upper lip. Her hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. She flicked off her *kurta* buttons and pulled it open, exposing her breasts. She crossed her arms, cupping and squeezing the mounds, flicking her long nipples and shivering.

"I want you," she murmured softly, looking from one to the other, her eyes glittering. "I'm your whore tonight ... I want to be fucked hard ..."

She crossed her arms and pulled the *kurta* off her head. Lifting her hips slightly, she tugged at the cord of her *salvar* and rucked it off. Nisha cupped her crotch and arched a finger into her slit.

"My cunt's already hot for you both," she said.

She slid her arm across the shoulders of the twin to her left and turned her face to his, pulling his head to hers. She kissed him in naked hunger, arching her tongue into his mouth. Languidly, sensuously, she sucked on his tongue as he responded. On her right, the other client nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid his hand down over her breasts. He felt it grow heavier and warmer in his hands. She turned and kissed him.

"Which one are you?" She murmured, sucking his lower lip.

"Salim."

"And you must be Aslam, then," she said to his twin.

"Obviously," he chuckled softly.

She smiled and drew his head down to her breast and turned to his brother. Salim bent his head and squeezed her breast to his lips. She sighed softly as his tongue flicked slowly over her quivering nipple. Nisha kissed Aslam on the other side and began to undo his shirt, caressing his chest.

"It's good to have you both together," she said as she pulled his shirt off.

His body was wonderful, lean and hard and sculpted, smooth and hairless. She bent her head to Aslam's chest and her pointed tongue flickering over his nipple. He murmured softly. Salim thrust his hand between her legs and she spread them wide open for him. His finger raked down her cunt and came away moist.

He grinned to himself, and curled the finger into her cunt. Nisha groaned softly and lifted her head from Aslam's chest and leaned back against the bed-stand again.

Now Aslam began to finger-fuck her while Salim fondled and sucked on her turgid breasts. She gasped, her hips lurching, her back bowing. Then Salim slid his hand down, too, and there were two fingers going alternately in and out of her cunt. Her hips heaved and she moaned. Aslam kissed her hungrily, his tongue roving deep in her mouth.

The two men paused for a moment and pulled off their shirts and trousers. She noticed with pleasure that their cocks were both about seven inches long and over an inch thick. She guessed they would swell to a nine-inch length and corresponding thickness. Both were circumcised and that pleased her. In her experience, they lasted longer. They came to her again and she took their limp cocks in her hands and began to masturbate them deftly.

"Hey, you mean your cocks are identical, too?" she laughed.

"You bet, whore, absolutely ditto!" laughed one, she didn't know which.