Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Part 2

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They woke late the next morning and fucked again. Suresh was roused the touch of her lips on his cock and his penis ballooned swiftly in her mouth. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, then fucked again in the shower when he took her standing, from behind.

Finally, almost reluctantly, they left their suite and went down to a late brunch. He watched her butter a croissant and nibble on it delicately, almost sensuously and grew aroused again. He pressed his hand to her thigh under the table.

"I want to fuck you. Now. Let's go," he whispered.

She smiled. "No," she murmured. "Later. Now I want you to take a walk."

"What?"

"Remember what I told you last night? Well, this is it. So please go out, anywhere you like. Be back in forty-five minutes. And then this is what you must do. Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"When you come back, don't knock on the door. Open it with your key. Quietly. *Very*quietly. Go through the living area of the suite onto the terrace outside and cross to the bedroom doors, the ones that open out on the terrace. Whatever you do, don't come in. First look into the room. Don't be surprised or upset by anything you see. I think you'll like it."

"And then?"

She smiled. "Then let your heart and mind decide. You'll know what to do."

"Patience, my love," she smiled, her bewitching eyes dancing.

"Patience."

And so, after the meal, Suresh and Sayali parted for the first time in three days. She went up alone to the suite and Suresh went out for a walk. He browsed through the pretty bazaar, bought some chocolates and cheese for her, meandered around the edge of the lake, noticing that there were plenty of pleasure boats for a leisurely evening out.

He forced himself to wait, but itched to get back to her. Time seemed to crawl. He sat by the lake, smoked a cigarette and, closing his eyes, snoozed in the dappled sunlight.

His mind filled with erotic fantasies as he saw himself fucking his beautiful, naked wife, plundering her flesh, making her moan and gasp erotic obscenities as he entered her again and again. The dream was vivid and vibrant and Suresh acquired a huge erection. He squirmed on the park bench.

His digital watch chimed and he woke with a start. It was almost time. Gathering his things, he hurried back to the hotel. His pulse quickened as he got out of the elevator and went up to his door. He inserted the key in the door and silently let himself in.

The room had been cleaned and serviced. There were fresh flowers in the vase on a small circular table and the thick dbangs at the French windows leading to the deck were drawn back, and the fine muslin curtains carefully arranged in scallops. The doors were open and sunlit flooded the room. The curtains rippled in the gentle breeze.

The door to the bedroom was shut. Suresh dropped his purchases on a side table and cautiously stepped across the room and went out onto the terrace. It was empty, except for a round wrought-iron table and chairs arranged under a colourful sun umbrella.

He noticed that the doors that led from the bedroom to the terrace were also open, the dbangs similarly pulled wide, the muslin inner curtains half-drawn. He heard voices, sounds, strange sounds from the bedroom. He crept along the terrace and looked in.

As long as he lived, he would never forget the sight that met his eyes. Sayali, his bride of all three days, was on her knees on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. She was wearing only a terry-cloth bathrobe.

Standing before her was the room-service steward who had delivered their meal the previous night. His shirt was pulled off, and his trousers were unzipped. Sayali was sucking his cock.

He was a handsome man, tall and lean with a fine-featured, aquiline, rugged face. His body was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders, a deep chest, neatly cleaved in the centre, a flat, hard belly, narrow waist and high hips.

His arms and legs were long and bulged with muscle. He was clean-shaven, square-jawed and his eyes were deep and dark. His thick black hair was swept clear off his forehead.

He groaned softly, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. His hands were on Sayali's head, rocking it steadily back and forth between his thighs. His hips pumped at her face.

Suresh could see his inflamed penis glistening between her lips. Her face was distended by its size. She held the cock in one fist and pumped it vigorously as she sucked and licked his cock-head. His hands slipped to her shoulders and he pulled her gown open and slid his hands down to her breasts.

He bent his head and looked down at her, gasping in delight. "C'mon whore ... suck it! Suck my cock, bitch! Do it!" he grunted.

Suresh went stone cold. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Hot tears pricked his eyes and his legs buckled. He slid to the floor and moaned softly, burying his head in his hands, his back to the wall. From the room, the steward's loud gasps burned in his ears.

"Oh baby yes! Yes! C'mon, whore, suck it harder! That's it ... oh fuck yes!"

Suresh's mind whirled in confusion and rage. The sex with Sayali had been glorious, better than he had imagined possible. She seemed to love it, too, and had said so, repeatedly. How could she be doing this, then? How had he failed?

The rage rose like a suppurating sore and rancid bile filled his throat. For several minutes, he sat there, rocking back and forth, whimpering softly. He forced himself to take control, taking long, deep breaths and steadying his breathing.

He thought of what she had said and asked of him, of his promise. Clearly, she was not a virgin. He could have left it at that. Instead, he had pressed for an explanation; she hadn't volunteered one.

She could have given him a hundred different lies and he would never have known better. Instead, she had offered to tell him the truth. Even there, she gave him a choice.

Suresh realised that Sayali was doing this quite deliberately, to show him what he wanted to know, needed to know, had to know. She had kept her word. He would have to keep his. He loved her too much not to.

He lurched to his feet and went to the French windows again and looked in. They were on the bed now, and the steward lay on his back, naked, while she sucked and licked his throbbing penis lasciviously, slowly running her teeth up and down the nine-inch long shaft.

Suresh noticed with a pang of envy that his penis was much larger than his own, his body was harder and better muscled.

He saw her eyes glitter with lust as she dragged her tongue up the glistening shaft, her lips wide, her cheeks and breasts flecked with pre-cum gunk. The waiter craned his neck and grinned at her.

"Keep sucking, bitch ...," he murmured. "You give great head. Always loved sucking cock, didn't you?"

Suresh started. How often had they done this? How did she know him? When was she here? How long had they been lovers? A thousand unanswered questions flooded his mind.

He watched as Sayali bent her head and drew his cock deep in her mouth, sucking it slowly and heavily, working it with her tongue. The man's cock spurted and she moaned, swallowing his pre-cum seed.

"Please," she murmured. "Come in my mouth. I want to drink your jizz."

"No chance, bitch," he grinned and pushed her head away.

Sayali's head rose, and she smiled wantonly. "Then lick my slit. Tongue-fuck me."

"Anytime, whore!"

She slid up his body, kissing and licking it like a whore, sucking and licking his nipples. Suresh watched as she kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her legs spread on either side of his body. She slithered higher, unbelting her robe and pulling it wide.

Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples rigid with excitement. She lifted them to his lips and he sucked on them, kneaded them, squeezed them together and sucked both nipples simultaneously.

"Ohhh yes!" she gasped, clenching his head.

Whimpering and gasping, she slid higher and his tongue and lips pressed to her naked belly as she moved. She knelt over his face and, spreading her legs wide, pulled her cunt-lips open with the fingers of one hand. The steward gripped her buttocks and thrust his face into her crotch.

"Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes! Do it, Michael baby yes! Ohhh fuck fuck yes!"

Sayali's obscenities rang in her husband's ears. He watched, transfixed, as she moaned and gasped, her hips writhing and swaying over the hotel employee's face. His tongue probed her slit, darting in and out of her visibly wet crack.

His finger slid between her buttocks and she whimpered as she felt it at her anus. He sucked her gorged clitoris and she hissed in pleasure, one palm flat on her sucked-in belly, the other crushing and kneading her swollen breasts in an agony of lust.







This story doesnt belongs to me. One of my friend mailed me the same and I really dont know who the real writer of the story is. Its nice and not in Xossip so I felt like posting the same so that you readers can enjoy the same