Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sameer pointed out that it was true of the middle-class anywhere. Nikhil was forced to agree. Sonali said that actually, in her experience, the Indian urban middle-class was far more sexually active than was generally supposed.
"It has to do with architecture, in a sense," she said. "No, don't laugh, think about it. Our cities are crowded and crammed – most of them anyway. The run-of-the-mill house lacks any sense of design and throws all considerations of form and function to the winds. We build boxes and expect people to make do. There's no division of space and no privacy. So people have to eat, cook, sleep, and, ultimately, have sex in a single space. The pressure is enormous. Add the social chastity belt and you have all the ingredients for a sexual revolution."

"Revolutions are generally by the poor, Sonali," Nikhil laughed.

"Wrong again. Historically, revolutions have always been engineered by the middle-class. The poor only provide the muscle. That was true even of the French revolution. And every other, even the Marxist ones."

"Possibly you're right," Nikhil admitted. "So, are you suggesting that we are on the brink of a sexual revolt from the middle-class in India?"

"I'm not suggesting it. I'm saying it's already taking place, even now. More people are sating their sexual desires than ever before and they're transgressing every sexual more that's been dinned into their heads."

"And even your soufflé is laced with Spanish Fly, then?"

"Certainly not."

"What a shame."

"It's got something far more potent."

"What's that?"

Sonali grinned mischievously. "My cunt-juice."

There was a terrible little silence, and then Nikhil smiled slowly, his eyes glinting. Sonali glanced at her husband and sensed his relief. They all laughed.

"And what will that achieve?" Nikhil asked.

"A certain feistiness, I imagine."

Nikhil chuckled. "Obviously, you don't have any qualms about, say, extramarital sex?"

Sameer and Sonali glanced at each other, and then he turned to Nikhil with a smile.

"No, we don't have any such reservations, Nikhil. We can't afford to. We fornicate all the time. Everyone in our family does, and so do our friends."

"Let's cut this genteel crap, Nikhil," Sonali said quietly.

"Simply put, we enjoy fucking. All of us do. We swap. We have group sex. We fuck all kinds of people. Take me, for instance. I fuck my peons and servants almost daily. Ganpat, our servant here, has been fucking me since I was fifteen and he still does. Why, just before you arrived, I sucked his cock till he creamed in my face. I enjoy that, too. And I do all kinds of other things as well. I enjoy lesbian sex. I also perform on stage and in films and for magazines. Live shows, too, not necessarily with each other."

"And she's a whore," Sameer said.

"What?"

"My wife is a whore. She gets paid for sex."

"Yes. I enjoy that. It's fun. The sex is good, and I get paid to have fun."

"I can't imagine you do that voluntarily!"

"Oh, but I do. It's quite a trip being fucked by someone whose name you don't know, who you know nothing about, who just walked into your life and without any small talk, got on with the fucking. It's completely honest, there are no pretensions. The client has only one thing on his mind. So do I. He comes in and fucks me. He pays me and leaves. Other guys come in. They get to know me in my most basic, elemental state, and then they walk out after they're done and very often, I never see them again. It really is a massive turn-on."

Ganpat came in with a tray. "Coffee?" Sonali asked.

Nikhil stared at her in surprise. In a fraction of a second, with just one word, she had switched from gutter-slut to society hostess. He flicked a glance at the servant and tried to imagine him fucking Sonali. A vision of them flashed in his mind: Sonali gasping and moaning like a whore, panting and heaving, thrashing under him, her face flipping from side to side, moaning obscenities as the servant thrust his cock into her cunt again and again. It was incredibly y erotic.

"Coffee?" Sonali repeated.

"Yes, please. Black, no sugar." Nikhil mumbled, snapping out of his nympholepsy.

She poured him a cup and got up to hand it to him. Nikhil watched her move, noticing the bouncing of her breasts. Obviously, she was naked under her clothes. He could see the points of her nipples and a hint of the aureoles surrounding them. She was very attractive, he thought; short, petite, with a body that was perfectly formed for her height. Her face was cute: oval, with lovely eyes lined with *kajal*, high cheekbones and a delicate line to the jaw. Her hair was superb. Her breasts looked full and firm.

Her belly was flat, the hips and buttocks nice and firm, not too wide, the legs and arms neatly turned, the fingers elegant. He noticed her jewellery, the gold chain with its inverted sepal pearl pendant, her pearl and gold earrings, her finger-rings and lone diamond-studded bangle.

She bent forward to hand him the cup and he could see the tantalising shadow of her deep cleavage, the swell of her breasts almost down to the nipples.

"I would like to fuck you," Nikhil said softly to Sonali.

She looked up at him, remaining as she was.

"May I?" he repeated.

Without waiting for an answer, he slid his hands under the lapels of her *kurta* and cupped her breasts. He fondled them gently, and she bit her lower lip. Enjoying the feel and weight of her flesh in his palm, he watched as her eyes fluttered and her lips parted slowly in an unmistakable sign of excitement. Her eyes looked glassy, and her breathing shortened. The Ben-wa balls in her cunt had been steadily stimulating her clitoris and she felt her cunt ooze in delight. She slid forward onto his lap and pulled open the last two buttons of her *kurta* and exposed her breasts. Nikhil smiled and kissed one breast gently. It was hot and turgid and her nipples were already stiff.

"I take it you have no objection?" Nikhil asked Sameer.

"None whatever."

"Then this has happened before?"

"Frequently."

Sonali leaned forward and swirled her tongue through Nikhil's ear. He murmured and they kissed and her tongue snaked between his lips into his mouth. She began to unbutton his shirt. He could feel the heat of her cunt through her *churidar*.

"Do you watch?" Nikhil asked Sameer.

"Whenever I can. It excites me."

"Will you watch us tonight?"

"Certainly."

Sonali had bent her head and was licking his throat, slowly descending to his nipple. She ran her tongue around it and began to suck it gently. It felt wonderful.

"There is a price for this favour, no doubt?" he said to Sameer.

"I'm afraid so." Sameer didn't sound the least bit sorry.

"Which is?"

"My terms without negotiation."

"That's asking rather a lot."

"My wife is an extraordinary fuck."

"So you keep saying."

"So you'll see. Try it and decide for yourself."

Sonali had moved to Nikhil's other nipple and now she was going down slowly, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his firm, hard belly, till she was on her knees between his legs. She fumbled with his trousers and belt, undid them, pulled down his zipper and drew out his penis. It was long and thick and dark. Moaning softly, she kissed the cock-head and, flipping back the foreskin,
swirled her tongue over the bulbous knob. Nikhil grunted and chuckled and looked down at her.

"I'm still not sure she's worth it. In effect, you're asking for several lakhs for the privilege of fucking her."

"She's worth every penny."

"You might think so. I might not."

"I doubt it."

Sonali stopped and looked up. Nikhil's cock was stiffening at her face.

"Might I suggest something?" she said softly.

"Certainly," Nikhil replied.

"Let's make a deal. If you're satisfied with me, then Sameer gets his terms. But, remember, I said I was a whore. So, in addition, you get to fuck me anytime you want, on a priority basis, and free."

"And if I'm not satisfied?"

"I doubt the question will arise, but anyway. If you're not happy, you get your terms, however onerous they are, and you still get to fuck me on a priority basis, for free."

"So either way I win."

"As far as fucking me is concerned, yes."

"That's very fair."

"I thought you'd see it like that."

"But I want something more."

"What?"

"I want to watch your servant fucking you."

Sonali laughed. "Certainly, no problem there. Before or after?"

"After, please."

"Done."

"Incidentally, what are your charges as a whore?"

"I'm in the second highest slab. That's very expensive." She told him how much she took.

"You're very expensive."

"I'm very good."

"We'll see."

"You will. Believe me."

Sonali rose and kissed her guest in unfaked sexual hunger. He squeezed her breasts and found her nipples stiff and quivering with excitement. She slid her hands under his shirt, pulled it out of his trousers, and deftly knotted his shirt-tails across his belly.

His chest was deep and solid, well-muscled, hard and cleaved, hairless, the skin smooth and warm. His belly was hard and flat, the hips narrow, the torso V-shaped, with broad, strong shoulders. He had arms and legs that were bunched with muscle. His face was clean-shaven, square-jawed, with a fine, long nose, a wide, slim-lipped mouth, high cheekbones and strong, lined, hollowed cheeks. His eyes were deep-set and dark brown, the thick hair cut short.

She expected he would have a sizable cock. She smiled at him with genuine warmth, her eyes glittering with excitement. She pulled off her *kurta* and he squeezed her exposed breasts, offering them to him wantonly. Sonali murmured in pleasure as the hot fires of lust rippled out of her breast-tips, her aureoles puckering in excitement.

Her face was a vision of lust, the lips parted sensuously as she smiled. Her nostrils were flared, her breath sharp, warm and musky on his face as she kissed him yet again, slowly, deeply, their mouths apart and parted, tongues flickering in and out of one another's mouths sexily.

He bent his head to her chest and she murmured, her head turned to one side, a gentle smile on her lips, her face languorous, her eyes on him as he slid his lips down the line of her throat. The gold chain with the pearl pendant in the inverted sepal pendant that hung around her neck glimmered on her chest, nestling in the deep, inviting vale between her inviting breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, quivering. He moistened his finger and gently rubbed it around one nipple, then the other.

Sonali murmured in pleasure. Her breasts swelled and grew hard, the nipples stiffening further and warm rivulets of pleasure rippled sensuously from her breast-tips.

She lifted her breasts in her hands, caressing them sexily. His lips hovered tantalisingly over her breasts. She squeezed the fleshy mounds in her hands, rolling them together, bunching them, deepening the valley between. He smiled in pleasure at the sight, and bent his head. His lips parted and his tongue slid out over a nipple.

Sonali sighed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering. She squeezed the mound harder and his lips parted, his tongue still moving in circles around the puckered aureole and the stiff nipple, flicking it this way and that. He slid his lips down around her breast and she gasped softly as the warmth of his mouth enveloped her breast. His other hand was on her free breast, fondling it tenderly.

"Mmm, that's nice ..." Sonali murmured.

Nikhil found her breast swelling, growing hotter, the nipple hardening in his mouth. He teethed it, rolled it across his tongue and gums and the roof of his mouth, sucked hard, let go, sucked hard, paused again. Sonali gasped softly. He moved to the other breast. She caressed his head, fondling his chest under his open shirt, his strong back. His lips slid lower, down the creamy, firm belly, his tongue slithering in and out of her delicate navel.

"Just a minute," she murmured, undoing her *churidar* and kicking it aside.