Adultery Debauchery of Supriya and Raashi

[supriyaa]

Update 20

I knew it will useless trying to talk to Anju about this. Her intentions were quite clear. I was silently sobbing at the turn of events. How could Supriya do such a disgraceful thing? Why did she take advantage of the freedom and liberty I had given her? How could she even think of doing with Chandu of all people, why him….. how could she take his dirty cock… so big… so hot…. Why am I feeling aroused…. Why am thinking about his cock…. looked so big…and thick… much bigger than Sudipto’s…. what’s wrong with me….

Nandita was in a dilemma, she was feeling devastated seeing her daughter having sex with a sweeper, but she was also fighting with the rekindling of her passions and desires which she had been controlling since last 5 years after seeing the video. The feelings she had been suppressing for so long, resurfacing again. She had never seen anything like this before… she was not able to figure why she was feeling so aroused seeing a dirty old sweeper fucking her daughter so brutally. For the first time in 5 years, she was feeling that she is losing control of her own self… her mind mesmerized by the sight of the huge cock of Chandu….

We soon reached the Hotel Sunrise International, a well known 5 star Hotel. She parked her car and she walked towards the entrance with me meekly following her. We walked towards the reception and asked for keys of Room no. 1015. She took the keys and we headed towards the room. My heart was beating like crazy, sweating nervously. Anju opened the door of the room and we entered the room. Luckily there was no one there. She told me go to the wash room to freshen up. I knew I was trapped. I meekly entered the wash room, washed my face properly and came out. Next she told me to strip. As I was undressing, she sat down on the king sized bed and placed a bag next to her. She told me remove my bra and panties too, which were normal daily use lingerie.

As I stood in front of her nude, I was feeling very conscious about myself, I tried covering my breasts and pussy with my hands.

Anju: You don’t need to cover yourself, I am also a woman like you. (looking at me appreciatively) You are a very beautiful woman, Nandita. Why are you wasting your life and such a sexy body on a loser, your husband, who treats you like shit. With that sexy figure you can make anyone dance to your tunes. You are still young, why are you throwing it away?

I kept quiet. Felt completely humiliated.

She took out a bra and panty from the bag and handed it to me. I looked at the black satin bra with transparent straps. I wore the bra and looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed the cups of my bra were made of sheer fabric and was almost transparent. I could clearly see my erect nipples thru the fabric. The neckline was too deep I could see half my big boobs popping out of the bra. She handed me a pair of black sheer panties. I never wore anything like this, it was a thong. I managed to wear it and checked myself in the mirror. I could see only a vee covering my pussy and the sides of the panty was again made of sheer transparent fabric. I turned around and saw my reflection I could see only a band buried between my ass cheeks. My voluptuous big ass was almost naked. My face turned red.

I looked at Anju, she smiled at me and said you are looking super-hot Nandita, your client will go insane seeing you like this. I didn’t know what to say, I just looked down in shame.

Next she handed me a silky black petticoat which I wore quickly to hide my nakedness. And then a satin black blouse with spaghetti strap with a deep neckline. Half of my breasts were visible thru the cleavage.

Finally, she handed me a black semi-transparent shimmering saree. The saree looked very elegant and classy. I wore the saree quickly and looked at myself. I looked different. I saw a sexy woman dressed to kill. She handed me her makeup kit and told me to hurry up as she was expecting the clients to come very soon. Once I finished my make up, I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror.

Anju: Look at you. This is the real you. Aren’t you looking stunning?
Me: (I nodded my head)

I had to agree with Anju, I did look amazing and hot. With my long open hair and sultry Bengali looks, I did look sexy. Anju took my original clothes and shoved it in a bag and placed it inside the closet.

While waiting for the guests to come, I remembered I have to inform Supriya about my absence. I messaged her that I had to visit a relative’s house and I would return late or if it gets too late the next morning. I got a reply from Supriya that she is on the way home and said don’t worry about me.

Soon Anju got a phone call which she quickly answered. After she hung up she said they have arrived. In a few minutes we heard a knock on the main door. Anju pulled me up and she opened the door with a big smile. I was standing a few feet behind Anju.

First to enter was an older lady, then a young man probably in his 30s wearing a suit entered and then 2 older men both wearing kurta and dhoti with identical jackets. Both the older men looked like politicians while the younger man looked like a corporate man.

Anju with a big smile welcomed everyone inside. The older men sat down on the large sofa, while the young man and the lady sat on the single seat sofa on either side. Anju and I were standing before them.

Anju: Namaste I am Anjali and this is my friend Nandita.

I didn’t know what to say, I just smiled and did a Namaste to them.

Anju looked at me and said she is Dolly madam, pointing towards the fat lady.
Dolly: Namaste Nandita beti and hello Anjali. Let me introduce you both to the guests, pointing towards the politician sitting on the right, the younger and slimmer of the two. That’s Vijendra Pratap Yadav, he is the MLA of Shanti Nagar and that’s Rakesh Tripathi, he is the Party President of Shanti Nagar. He was quite fat and bald. Both looked very powerful. Anju and I, both did a Namaste to them. Dolly madam pointing towards the suited young man said that’s Satish Kumar, one of Mumbai’s top industrialists. We again greeted him.

Vijendra said why are you both standing, come here there is lots of room on the sofa. He added Anjali why don’t come sit next to me. Anju swiftly went and sat next to the MLA. I saw Tripathi make some room for me, I grudgingly went and sat next to him. He was so fat that there was hardly any space for me. Somehow I managed to squeeze in. My body was sticking to Tripathi’s body, sending shivers thru my body.
Dolly Madam: I have to leave now. The next room 1014 is also booked. Here are the keys. (She kept the keys on the center table and left the room after wishing the guests good bye)

Once Dolly madam left, the young man called up room service and ordered for 3 bottles of the best Whiskey, soda and snacks which arrived within minutes. Anju got up and made 5 drinks and offered it to all of us.

I had drunk whiskey long time back during my honeymoon with Sudipto that too just a couple of times. I decided to go easy on my drink and drink slowly.

While the young industrialist and the 2 old politicians were talking business, Anju and I kept quiet. I could understand from the conversation that the young man needed land and permissions to build a huge factory in their district and they were working on the “finer details” of the deal. I also realized that the MLA and the young man were the interested parties, whereas Tripathi was more interested in drinking and eating snacks. Soon he finished his glass I knew I had to refill his glass which I did.

While the other 2 men were discussing about the money angle of the project, Tripathi kept his hand around my shoulder and pulled me close. The pallu of my saree slipped down exposing my cleavage to Tripathi. He whispered in my ear….

Tripathi: Tera naam kya bataya tha….
Me: Nandita
Tripathi: Jitna sundar tera badan hai utni hi sundar tera naam hai. Tum bangali ho?
Me: Ji haan Tripathi ji
Tripathi: Fir to mazaa aa jayega, suna hai bangali aurtein bahut sexy hote hai bistar par….

I smiled.

Tripathi: Tum to bahut slow pi rahi ho. Glass to khatam karo.

I didn’t want to upset the politician; I gulped down the remainder in my glass in one gulp.
Tripathi: ye huyi na baat (He gulped down his 2nd drink too) drink bana.

As I bent down to refill both the glasses, I could feel him eyeing my deep cleavage and smiling. Ignoring the business conversation the other 2 men were having, Tripathi was more interested in me now. He started whispering praises in my ear. I don’t know if I should blame the alcohol or my closeness to a man after so many years, but I was beginning to enjoy myself. Enjoying his coarse and obscene praises he was whispering. Enjoying the attention he was giving me. Unconsciously I moved even closer to him. It’s been years since any man had praised me or touched me. Even though this man was close to 60 and looked as ugly as a goonda, I was really enjoying myself, forgetting all about the horrific video of my daughter fucking our building sweeper which I saw a few hours back.

By this time, Tripathi had finished 5 drinks and I finished 3. I was feeling high and horny. After years my suppressed desires and passions had woken up, we were almost hugging each other.

It was almost 9pm when the young man called up room service again and ordered for dinner. I could see Anju in the arms of the MLA just like me being in the arms of Tripathi.

After dinner Tripathi stood up and said that you guys finalize the deal and let me know the details tomorrow. I am going to the other room, see you tomorrow. Good Night. He pulled me up and with his arms around my bare waist e headed out. I looked back at Anju; she smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up sign. I smiled back at her and along with Tripathi entered the other room.

Both of us with unsteady feet entered room no.1014. Once inside Tripathi caught the pallu of my saree and pulled it. I went twirling around twice and soon I was just in my blouse and petticoat. Tripathi threw my black saree away. He was ogling at my curvy, full and voluptuous body.

Tripathi: Kya mast maal hai tu, ekdum phatakha, Saali tu to sare Bhojpuri heroine se bhi mast dikh rahi hai….

I gave him a sexy smile. After years I felt like a woman, A woman dying for a man’s appreciations. Tripathi’s crude and obscene praises made me blush. Tripathi removed his kurta and vest and threw it aside. He stood there showing his naked upper torso covered with grey hair all over his chest. His pot belly was heaving up and down in excitement. Slowly and seductively I removed my spaghetti strap blouse and pulled down my petticoat before stepping out of it. I saw his eyes bulge out seeing me in sexy lingerie, I turned around giving him a full view of my sexy body.

Tripathi: Kya mast gaand hai teri... idhar aa saali.

I walked towards him and as I reached close to him, he caught me in a tight embrace and started kissing me, his hands all over my big ass, pinching them, slapping them, kneading them. His face traveled down to my 38D boobs, his hands moved to my melons, first removing my bra and then cupping and squeezing my naked boobs roughly, making me moan in delight. My hands were caressing his bald head. After devouring my boobs, he moved further down. He started licking and kissing my deep navel, His hands roughly and brutally groping my ass. He pulled down my thongs and started kissing my hairy wet pussy. My moans getting louder and louder,

Me: Uffffff Tripathi ji. Aaaahhhh ahista please.
Me: Ooooohhhhh

He got up soon and hurriedly pulled off his dhoti before lying down on the bed wearing just his underwear. He may be an ugly fat and bald man with grey hair all over, but he looked so adorable right now. I could see his erection trying to tear thru his underwear. I joined him on the bed, started licking and kissing him all over his hairy chest, his hairy armpits, his big pot belly before reaching his throbbing erection. Slowly I pulled down his underwear freeing his cock now giving me a standing salute. I kept his underwear aside. My hands were caressing his cock. I was seeing and touching a cock after 5 years, though it was not as big as Chandu’s, it was certainly bigger than my so called husband. I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. His cock responded by leaking out pre cum, which I licked with my tongue. I licked the entire length of the cock and his balls before opening my mouth and sucking his juicy cock. I felt wonderful and sexy. The feeling I missed so badly. I wanted him to feel great and wanted him love and use my body. I wanted to make most out of this night. It felt special, like my second suhaag raat, I started sucking more fervently, caressing his hanging balls at the same time. His grunts getting louder, he kept abusing me using words like item, chinaal, randi, kuttiya, etc. his abuses made me feel prouder of my sexuality and made me hornier. I stopped sucking and went on top of him. I placed my wet and hungry pussy on his cock. His hands reached out for my melons, crushing them, sucking them, biting them. Slowly I eased down my hips, feeling his cock entering my wet pussy. My eyes closed, moaning and crying in ecstasy, feeling every inch of his cock entering my thirsty cunt till it was completely inside. I was savoring the feeling of being filled by a man. And I slowly started moving my ass up and down. I was moving my ass slowly at first before I increased the speed. His hands moved down holding my ass before he started moving his hips and pounding my wet pussy with his rampant throbbing cock. The sounds of fucking echoing throughout the room along with my moans and his grunting sound.

We both were moving our hips in a rhythm. My pussy never felt so full and wet. I wanted this night to go on forever. I had already cum twice in the last 20 minutes of hard pounding and fucking. It reached its peak with both of us cumming again at almost the same time. His warm cum had filled my hole and my pussy squirted a volcano of love juices. I came crashing down on his chest which was still heaving with excitement. After catching my breath, I went to the wash toom to clean up and freshen up. I joined him on the bed again and we both were hugging each other. My hands were gently caressing his hairy body. We both fell asleep.

I woke up with a start hearing my phone ring. I rushed to the study table where I had kept my purse. It was Anju.

Anju: Are you done?
Me: Yes (I whispered back)
Anju: Get dressed quickly, we have to leave now. I will meet you outside the room in 5 minutes, okay?
Me: Okay

She hung up the phone. I went thru my messages, there was a message from Supriya which said “I had my dinner, going off to sleep now. Good Night Mom”. Smiling lightly I started wearing my clothes. Soon I was dressed. After fixing my makeup and brushing my disheveled hair. I quietly stepped out of the room. Anju was waiting for me with the bag full of my clothes. We left the Hotel and was driving back home. I looked at my phone. It was 1.30am.

Anju: So how was it?
Me: Good
Anju: Just good?
Me: I won’t lie, yes I did have a wonderful time, It’s been ages since I slept with a man. I don’t know how to express my feelings right now…..
Anju: I can understand.

Soon we reached our building and parked her car. Still in her car Anju reached behind and grabbed her laptop. She switched on her laptop. I was closely watching her, unsure what she is up to….

Anju: Here Nandita, I am permanently deleting the video. Done. (she reached back again and grabbed her camera) I have deleted Supriya’s video from my camera too.
Me: Then why did you do all this? Why did you spoil my daughter? I am sure you must have forced Supriya to sleep with that sweeper.
Anju: Yes, it was my idea. But I did not force her. I knew she would love to sleep with Chandu.
Me: What?
Anju: Listen Nandita, she is a special girl. Her taste in men is different from other girls. She likes older men who are dirty and of low class. She was already enjoying herself with old low class men before I made her sleep with Chandu.
Me: I don’t believe it…..
Anju: Here look at these pictures she sent me. (showing her the pictures of selfies of Supriya kissing an old beggar)

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Supriya looked so happy kissing a dirty filthy old beggar.

Anju: It’s okay Nandita, don’t look so worried. I have slept with Chandu many times and I enjoyed it each time. And the way you were looking at Chandu’s cock in the video, I think even you want to sleep with him. Am I wrong?
Me: (blushing) No not true……well… (hanging my head in shame)
Anju: See I told you it’s normal. I am deleting these pictures too. Trust me I would never try to harm Supriya.
Me: Thank you Anju.
Anju: Here take this before I forget… (she handed Rs.25000 to me)
Me: What’s this?
Anju: Your first income of your new life……
My face turned red with shame….We got off the car and headed towards our respective homes…

To be continued....