Adultery Making of a mistress (Extending)
When Lakshmi returned to the room, she had a glass of warm milk in her hand. Sethji rested quietly on the mat, chest rising with steady, deep breaths. A small, tender smile played on her lips; seeing him like this—powerful yet caring predator, lying all nude, carelessly, with satisfaction.


“Here… some energy for you, my lord,” she said softly as she knelt beside him.

Sethji sat up against the bolster. He took the glass, eyes dark and shining with pleasure. “Ah… my queen… so thoughtful, even in a situation like this,” he murmured. He sipped and put glass to Lakshmi’s lips. 

“No, I don’t want it. It’s all for you,” she murmured, her face lit with a teasing warmth.

He insisted, “No, Lakshmi… you’ll taste it with me. What joy is mine if my queen won’t share? Just a sip—from your lips.” 
Lakshmi was smiling, she felt the thrill of having the milk with Sethji, as if it's a novel way to kiss and she sipped, just a little.  

He drank again, deliberately slower this time, leaving a faint trace of milk at the edge of the glass before offering it back. Lakshmi started undoing her long braid, letting her beautiful hair spill into a silk mattress. 

She tilted her head, while continuing to free her hair, and sipped, and as the warm milk passed down her throat, she thought—it was like tasting each other, their mouths connected through the creamy sweetness. Her lips glistened faintly when she lowered the glass, and Sethji’s eyes sparkled, for he also shared the same sensual thought.
 
Back and forth they went, sip after sip, their lips meeting the same spot on the rim of the glass, their saliva mixing invisibly in the milk. Each time it was passed, it felt less like drinking and more like a foreplay. By the time the glass was almost empty, Lakshmi’s hair was all free and looking like a silk mattress, through which Lakshmi’s fingers moved, fluffing it out, making it look more lush, more abundant, as it spilled freely over her. 

“Sweetest milk I’ve ever tasted… because it carries your lips, your taste, my queen.”, Sethji’s voice, thick with desire.
With a playful laugh, she swept the hair across Sethji’s face. He inhaled deeply, the maddening scent of her traces filling his senses.

“My god… fuck,” he mumbled as that playful act of Lakshmi instantly awakened hunger in him. A low groan escaped him, as his hand tried to tangle in the loose locks, to pull her closer. Lakshmi buried her delighted face into the pillow, still laughing breathlessly at his failure to catch her by hair. 

Sethji put the glass away. And buried his face in the dark, silken mass of hair spilled across the mattress. He inhaled deeply, dragging the intoxicating scent into his lungs. His face moved through the strands, kissing, nibbling against it. He murmured with hunger,  “Such softness… such fragrance… oh my rani…, you know how to drive me mad.”

Sethji pressed himself against her back, their bodies close on the mattress. Lakshmi felt the stiffness of his cock, caused just by the hairplay. She gave a soft, teasing laugh. “So ready again… just from that?” she whispered, half surprised, half amused. But she too was already burning with excitement. Without turning to face him, she boldly lifted her saree and petticoat, revealing herself freely, a silent permission for him to take her again. 

Sethji’s eyes devoured her—the milky white swell of her hips with a teasing mole, her plump yet shapely thighs, the smooth stretch of her legs, and sexy, silver anklets resting on her ankles to clash and noise out sensually as he fucked her deep. His hand caressed her curves, but his hunger only deepened. He bent close, his voice a low growl against her ear, “Lakshmi… enough of me taking you from behind. I’ve just had your body bent to me. Let’s do face to face. I want you flat beneath me now.”

Lakshmi simply turned on her back, with her thighs pressed together, and their eyes met, sparkling. Sethji’s gaze lingered down, trying to imprint the whole of her lustrous body in his eyes. Lakshmi’s lips curved into a trembling smile as she whispered, “Here I am… all ready… from the front.” Her face flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. And suddenly, with a soft exhale, and closed eyes, she let her thighs fall open—a bold invitation for Sethji to mount her.

“You are mine tonight… all mine,” he murmured, his voice husky as he looked at the lively slit of her wet cunt hidden beneath thick curls. This cunt had been giving Sethji pleasure for a long time, but it still wasn’t enough—he was addicted to it.

Sethji slid over her, settling between her legs in missionary position. His hands found her waist, lifting slightly as he positioned himself. “Enough of the tease, my naughty queen. Now, I will take all of you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, biting softly as he began rubbing his erect shaft on her pussy.

Lakshmi sighed, anticipating his readiness to claim her again. His fully erect cock felt all ready to pierce into her waiting twat.

“As if you’ve held anything back until now…” she moaned into his ear, trying to embrace his massive body.

He leaned down to press his lips to hers, a long, eager kiss that made her shiver. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she kissed back, letting the anticipation build, feeling his hardness press insistently against her lower body.

“Who knows? Let me dig and confirm for myself?” he murmured, as he thrusted deep into her.

“Aaaaaahh… Easy…” Lakshmi gasped, her body shuddering at the sudden, deep thrust, eyes wide with startled desire.

Sethji pressed his mouth onto hers, arresting and devouring her lips like a wild animal, silencing her moans and fear out of the greedy thrust he had made.

Lakshmi moaned softly in his mouth, arching to meet his energy. Her hands started roaming over his broad shoulders, tracing the lines of his arms, bringing back the warmth in the raw game. With this, he slowed his pace. After breaking the long smooch he asked, “Did that hurt, sugar?” his fingers tracing her trembling face.

Lakshmi took a steady breath, hiding the pain that was anyway disappearing, and held him tight, enjoying his steady, bearable thrusts bringing her pleasure.

Every movement was deliberate, teasing, building heat between them. “Sethji… please… don’t stop…” she gasped, her body tightening around him, pressing closer with each stroke.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck and shoulders, one hand stimulated her nipples through the blouse as his other hand caressed her sides and hips. “You feel so… perfect… made for me… my queen,” he murmured, slowing just enough for her to feel every inch, every movement drawing out the tension.

Lakshmi let out a long, shivering sigh, pulling him closer. “I’ve waited for this… for you… since the last several weeks…” she whispered, her fingers tangling in the white hair at the nape of the old man, holding him against her.

Sethji responded with slow but deeper thrusts, matching her moderate motions, letting them move together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The sound of their bodies meeting was muffled to some extent by the old doors of her house, but the air between them was thick with heat and desire. Thick enough to fill the room with the scent of their sex. 

“You are mine… I own you… every curve, every inch of your body… even your breath…” Sethji groaned, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. Lakshmi arched under him, the soft pressure of his big belly against her flat abdomen made her strangely excited.

Her lips parted in quiet moans, her hands roamed to hold his face, his shoulders, keeping him close. “Sethji… oh… yes… right there…” she gasped, as Sethji’s cock scrubbed against her sweet spot. She guided him with excellence to ensure friction at that particular sensitive area, making the pleasure sharp and urgent.

“Aaahhh… oh god… ohh yes… oh Sethji… there only… ohh… ohh… don’t stop… ohhh…” she screamed, body trembling as Sethji paced up the thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.

Sweat slicked their skin as he pounded into her, every thrust sending shivers through both of them. He slowed, gasping for air, bringing his face closer to her. He whispered into her ear, his voice rough with desire. “So beautiful… so wet for me… you’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you…?’ he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands started cupping her breasts, teasing, rolling the nipples over the fabric, drawing out gasps and shivers.

She just laid there, moaning softly, sweat coating her face and making her look more intoxicating than ever. Sethji greedily licked her sweaty cheek, madness in his eyes, then straightened up to his knees, and started pounding into her with savage force.

Lakshmi’s body shivered under him, every thrust sending waves through her. “Sethji… I… I’m going to…” she gasped, her back arching, hands clutching at the mattress as the tension mounted.

Sethji groaned low, leaning down to kiss her lips as both hands seized her nipples through the cloth, twisting and pulling them, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He felt Lakshmi’s legs tighten around his waist, the sound of the anklets sending another wave of lust through him.  

“Yes… my queen… I’m right here… take it with me…” He moved with constant intensity, drawing out the ecstasy for both of them, the illicitness of relationship and secrecy to maintain adding an extra sting of excitement.

Their moans and whispers mingled in the quiet house. The rhythm grew faster, more insistent, until Lakshmi’s body tensed fully, a shuddering wave of orgasm rolling through her. Sethji followed, letting his jizz burst, as he buried himself fully inside, holding her close as they enjoyed the shared climax.
They lay together after, side by side, chests rising and falling, foreheads touching, fingers entangled.

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After their intense union, Lakshmi and Sethji lay together on the soft mattress, their bodies still pressed closely, warmth and sweat mingling. Lakshmi had loosened her blouse, letting the front fall open to reveal her voluptuous, fair breasts. Sethji couldn’t get enough of them. His hands cupped her soft yet firm breasts, lips teasing and sucking at her sensitive nipples, drawing soft, needy moans from Lakshmi.

“Mm… you’re mine… all mine, aren’t you, Lakshmi?” Sethji murmured, his tongue flicking her nipples as his hands kneaded and pressed lovingly.

Lakshmi shivered, curling her hands around his neck, enjoying the tender, lingering pleasure. “Yes… but we have to be careful… things are not exactly safe outside these walls,” she whispered, her voice husky with both lust and concern.
Sethji’s eyes looked up, curious and attentive. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, his lips resumed teasing her mammeries.

She sighed, gently pushing him back, she wanted him to be serious. She looked into his eyes. “Janardan is suspicious… I think he’s noticed something. He’s been lurking near the farm, giving hints to my husband, and even keeping watch on me sometimes. I fear he might try to interfere if we are not cautious.”

He stopped his acts for a moment, his cold eyes jittered as he thought.  And suddenly some realization struck. “So this is why he stayed close to me during pravachana…”

A trace of worry appeared in Lakshmi’s eyes, now understanding it's not her mind game, Sethji’s narration of the recent incident only confirmed her worry.

“That fool… thinking he can trouble my queen?” he said with controlled anger. “We’ve been careful enough. Did he see anything for real?”

“No… not yet,” Lakshmi replied, pulling his head to rest on her chest, letting him feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath him. “But he’s clever in small, subtle ways. He’s trying to manipulate my husband, and I can feel his eyes when he thinks I’m unaware. I had to be extra careful these days… Raghu is growing up on one side, and Janardan is keeping a watchful eye on me.”

Sethji’s hands moved again, rubbing slow circles over her breasts as he spoke, voice low and comforting. “Don’t worry… whatever he tries, I will handle him. He won’t touch you, Lakshmi. Not while I’m alive. You and our little secret will remain safe.”

Lakshmi let out a soft breath, relaxing into his arms, enjoying both the protection and the lingering erotic energy between them. She slides on him, resting her head on his hairy chest. “I trust you… but it’s exhausting, always thinking, planning… keeping everyone blind to what we are doing.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers. “But I know you will handle it, sugar. I have experienced that sharp mind of yours as much as I have explored your beautiful body,” he said, letting his lips brush hers, then up to her forehead, maintaining the sensual intimacy even as they talked.

For a few moments, they stayed like that—cuddling, caressing, talking quietly about different things, letting the heat of their bodies calm into a soft, lingering warmth, readying themselves for the night ahead while keeping Janardan’s and her son’s thoughts aside.

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A short nap in each other’s embrace had reignited their desire. 

Their bodies started pressing close, Lakshmi and Sethji again sank into a slow rhythm of touch and kisses under the blanket. Sethji’s hands threaded through her long free hair, tugging lightly, pulling her head back so he could kiss the curve of her neck, then down to her shoulders. Lakshmi responded with soft gasps, her fingers tracing his chest full of hair, mostly turned grey. In the late night cold, she enjoyed Sethji’s warmth and heaviness pressed against her own body.

Sethji’s lips returned to hers. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, teasing. They had done this countless times, yet never grew tired of it. The intimacy of the kisses, the playful probing of each other’s mouths, and the greedy exchange of saliva revealed how well they had gelled in this adulterous relation. 

Every touch, every caress from Lakshmi hand sent waves of hunger through him. Her blouse had been tossed aside, and was resting like a martyr guardian. Following their endless, desperate kissing, Sethji slid down to spend time cupping and sucking her breasts again, his fingers kneading and teasing her nipples as her soft moans started building heat again.

“You drive me crazy, Lakshmi… so soft… so warm,” He whispered against her chest, teeth grazing her mangalsutra pendant before flicking it aside, leaving her chest all bare for him. He slid his hand along her waist, pressing her closer.

Lakshmi arched into him, tugging his hair lightly as she kissed him back. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, chest, big belly and firm thighs.

After a few minutes of this torturous teasing, Sethji shifted, drawing her into his lap. Lakshmi’s arms wrapped around his neck as he positioned her so she was straddling him, facing him. His hands moved along her shapely hips, lifting slightly, adjusting her so that lowering her body would result in the penetration.

“Right here… like this,” he murmured, lips brushing hers, hands firmly on her waist. “I want you looking at me, feeling me… as you take me inch by inch.”

Lakshmi leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, kissing him passionately as He guided her down slowly, sliding his throbbing prick inside her from below. She let out a low, drawn-out moan as his length filled her, savoring the pressure and the tightness caused down there. Their eyes met, full of lust and playfulness, and she smiled through gasps.

Hands continued roaming—her fingers on his broad, sweaty back, his hands on her hips, sometimes massaging, sometimes gripping firmly in the moment of hit. Every thrust, every grind was slow, deliberate, allowing them to feel every inch of each other.

“Oh… Sethji… just like this… don’t stop,” Lakshmi whispered, her voice thick with pleasure.

He responded with a deep groan, tightening his hold on her hips, drawing her down fully with him, feeling every motion, every shiver. “Mine… all mine…” he whispered, lips brushing her neck, then returning to hers for another long, heated kiss.

They moved together in a sensual, unhurried rhythm. Her soft moans, his deep growls, the scent and warmth of each other—all created a private world where nothing else mattered.

Lakshmi looked at him with tranced eyes —he was older, of her father’s age, not toned at all like most of the men, yet every touch, every stroke, each of his tricks seemed to maximize pleasure. It amazed her how someone with his age and bodyframe could make her feel sensations.

He leaned back, letting Lakshmi jump on him fully, guiding her movements so each thrust matched the contours of her body, bringing shivers up her spine.

“Ah… Sethji… so… precise…” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, “You… you do it… so… well.”

He chuckled softly in her mouth as he pressed his hands on her lower back and sides, adjusting her so she moved with ease. “Experience counts, rani. I know every kink, every sensitive spot of women. I can make you feel this… anytime.”

Overjoyed by the ongoing sex, she flipped her hair on his face, and his lips found hers again. Their kisses went long, wet, and demanding, yet tender—an odd mixture of animal desire and careful control. His thick, aged fingers cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, alternating pressure, sometimes pressing those melons along with mangalsutra, watching her reactions, learning from each gasp and moan.

Even as she danced on his cock as an obedient mistress, Sethji whispered playful, possessive words. “Mine… You are all mine… you were made for me, rani.”

The missionary-like rhythm, her facing him, allowed their eyes to meet often, making her feel completely enveloped, safe, yet ignited.

It’s been nearly half an hour since they started again. The foreplay full of teasing, hair pulling, breast-sucking, soft kisses, and the slow grind of hips left them breathless but craving more. Despite his age and body type, Sethji’s passion for sex, mastery of foreplay and patience had made every encounter unforgettable.

Lakshmi leaked finally… Coating Sethji’s pulsating cock with her hot juice as she held him tight, her nails dug into his back.  

As she slowed, Sethji’s thrusts grew brutal and relentless, each hard, punishing stroke driving him closer to his edge. Sweat slicked their bodies together, his hands gripping her hips as he ground into her, groaning as his release approached. With a husky cry, he came deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax, while she trembled atop him.

She rested her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth of his hands tracing over her back and shoulders. They shared soft kisses, murmured teasing words, and laughed quietly as they lay on the mattress together. In his arms, she could feel the potent mix of pleasure, money and power that Sethji brought into her life, the unique satisfaction that nobody else could offer. 

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It was 4 a.m. The village was still in the dark, but soon the streets would stir, and people would begin to wake.
 
Lakshmi was still wrapped in the warmth of Sethji’s embrace. His weight, his hands, his tender yet commanding touch, had left her flushed and utterly satisfied.

Sethji shifted slightly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “It’s almost daybreak, rani. I must go before anyone notices my presence here.”

Lakshmi reluctantly untangled herself, still feeling the warmth of his body. “The night… it was too short,” she murmured, her voice husky due to lack of sleep.

He chuckled softly, “Holding you close, I also wished this night would never end. But to be honest, I am really satisfied, you made me really happy rani. Now I must return before the day begins. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. Soon. Always.”

She accompanied him to the backdoor, the familiar passage flanked by the tied cattle now slowly getting awake. The smell of hay and the faint morning mist made the moment feel fragile and secret. Sethji adjusted his kurta and jacket.

“Remember, rani,” he said, lowering his voice so only she could hear, “if Janardan ever gives you trouble, or if you feel any danger… you call me. Do not hesitate, understand? I’ll take care of it.”

Lakshmi’s eyes met his, a mix of gratitude, relief, and longing reflected in them. “I… I will, Sethji,” she whispered, pressing her hand against his chest.

He took a small step back, then leaned forward, capturing her lips in a lingering, possessive kiss. “Till we meet again, my queen,” he murmured, releasing her gently.

She watched him slip through the narrow back passage, disappearing into the misty fields. Closing the door behind him, she leaned against the wall, heart still racing, mind replaying every touch, every whisper, every sensation from the night. But she quickly pushed the thoughts aside—she needed to clean the room before Raghu or her husband woke.
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