Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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A JAM OF TARTS
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10

THE DIRECTOR'S CUT
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Jayant's vigorous and demanding fucking only whetted Falu's lust. That evening, as she watched a new pornographic movie on the state-of-the-art laser disc home entertainment system, memories of the afternoon aroused her. The television screen was gigantic and the unit was rigged to an array of eighteen speakers. The picture quality was pinsharp, the sound of the highest fidelity; not one expression was lost, not one intake of breath went unheard.

The film was the latest Hedon & Venery production and, as usual, was of exceptionally high quality with sizzling, steamy sex. The camera work was superb, unobtrusive yet completely invasive, probing and delving, revealing every conceivable detail to view.

The female lead was played by a newcomer, anxious to make it to the silver screen and willing to use the casting couch route to get there. Her name was Manisha and she had a gorgeous face and a stunning body. There were several other regulars from Hedon & Venery's stables in supporting roles. Falu herself featured in at least three sequences.

In the film, Falu played Manisha's sister. Another sex goddess from Hedon & Venery, Anjali, was Falu's closest friend. Manisha's husband was played by Mohan, a handsome, muscular youth who was one of Hedon & Venery's studs.

Falu, dressed in white *saris* with a long *mangalsutra*, was the image of a sedate young widow in lifelong mourning. Her makeup was carefully understated, only her eyes lightly rimmed with *kajal* and a small *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. She looked devastating in the film, especially because her white blouses were of some fine, translucent material that showed the swell and contours of her breasts.

The necks were cut in low, wide plunging scoops that revealed most of her deep, inviting cleavage. She was evidently without underwear and the stiff stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles were clearly visible through the fine material of the blouses. They were tight and short, the lower hem cut high, running hard under her breasts so that they jutted out like succulent fruit, straining at the taut material and leaving a wide expanse of her fair midriff naked.

Her long *mangalsutra* dangled low, curved over her breasts, its twin-cupped amulet resting on her bare belly. The *saris* were slung low above her buttocks and in front, well under the navel, high on the hips. If Falu was a widow, she was without doubt the most outrageously sexy one in town.

Anjali was a dusky, voluptuous, heavy-featured woman with large breasts and flared hips, full, sensual lips over pearly teeth, and large, laughing, *kajal*-rimmed eyes. In real life, Anjali was a lawyer, Jayant's colleague; by inclination she was a whore; in reel life, she was a sexually insatiable young woman.

The sequence Falu was watching now was especially steamy. Manisha was shown standing at the door of a room, her eyes red with tears, her hand to her mouth, watching Falu and Anjali in the bedroom, Manisha's bedroom.

By the high handsome teakwood four-poster bed, Mohan and Falu were kissing hungrily. She writhed against him, sucking his tongue eagerly, feverishly undoing his shirt, kissing his chest, licking his small, hard nipples. He pulled off the *pallu* of her *sari* and slowly plucked open the buttons of her blouse. She had nothing on under it. He pulled it wide and dragged his hands heavily over her heavy, swollen breasts. Falu moaned, arching her pretty face, shuddering in pleasure, her eyes fluttering.

Whimpering, she slipped to her knees before Manisha's husband. Groaning loudly, she undid his trousers. They slipped to his feet and his long, thick penis, still limp, hovered before her face. Falu moaned and kissed it, caressing the long, thick shaft, slowly pumping it. Her eyes half-shut, her face tilted slightly to one side, Falu rolled back his foreskin and, opening her mouth, ran her tongue sensuously over the bulging cock-head. Mohan sucked in his breath and, opening his shirt, knotted its ends above his belly. He fondled her face.

His cock swelled rapidly, ballooning, hardening, thickening, lengthening. Falu groaned and took his cock-head in her mouth and began sucking him languorously, her head sliding back and forth between his legs. Mohan groaned as he fucked her face, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking his head in her hands.

The camera cut to a shot of Manisha's ashen face. Her eyes were wide, mesmerized and tears brimmed, glistening on her lovely lashes. Her lips trembled and shook.

Back in the bedroom, on the bed, Mohan was fucking Falu, the widow. Bent on her hands and knees before him, she moaned and gasped in pleasure. Her body swung back and forth, her succulent breasts swinging, her long *mangalsutra* slithering along the rich linen. Her hair was in a tidy bun, caught in a net; her lovely face was upturned, suffused with lust, the eyes hooded, the nostrils flared, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. Mohan, a wide-shouldered, hard-bodied handsome devil with a muscular physique and hairless torso and an enormous nine-inch penis, knelt behind her.

Holding her waist, he moved her body back and forth and pumped his hips rhythmically at her buttocks. His thighs slapped audibly against her buttocks and his swollen penis glistened and shone as it squelched wetly in and out of her cunt. He grinned down at her, sliding his hands up her body to cup her pendulous breasts. Falu whimpered and moaned, writhing erotically against him.

"Mm ... yes ... ohh yes ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me hard lover," she moaned.

"Take it ... take it whore! Take my prick!" Mohan grunted.

The camera moved up and down their bodies, lingering in close-ups of his penis sawing steadily in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks; then trolleying up slowly to her breasts in his hands, upward to her face.

It cut to a shot of Manisha's beautiful face, the red-eyed, swollen-lipped pain slowly giving way to a look of cold anger. Her lovely eyes swivelled and the camera snapped to another corner of the room.