Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Suresh@123]

Thank you all......

Kamal gazed at her sitting there in her bra, the golden lace cupping and squeezing her ripe breasts, almost

offering them up to the camera. He could feel his cock begin to swell and harden.

“Take it off,” kamal told her, and he could hear the lust in his own voice. their sex life hadn’t been great before

she went away but now, separated by thousands of miles, he was almost drunk just from a glimpse of her

flesh.



She kept her eyes locked on the camera as she reached behind her and undid the clasp. Kamal. saw the bra

loosen, and then she was stripping it down her arms and off. Her breasts bobbed free, the skin so smooth

Kamal longed to touch it, those perfect pink nipples just beginning to pucker.






 






Kamal asked her “Can you play with them for me?” he whispered, and she nodded. Her hands came up to

clutch her breasts, squeezing them gently...and then harder. Her thumbs went to work on her nipples and

Kamal watched them stiffen. Athidi simply took her firm breast by both hands and playing seductively to

tease her husband Kamal.... Kamal is without blinking his eyes he staring towards her firm big breast which


are playing by Athidhi.. But after some time..... Shhh.... sound came from her mouth. .. She also aroused


from his and her hot erotic actions...




     





She was no more than two feet from the camera and the view was magnificent, her long, soft hair cascading

down over her shoulders, her soft breasts in her hands. She looked like some pre-Raphaelite goddess of

ecstasy.




“Now the jeans,” Kamal said quickly. He’d positioned the laptop on a table this time, and he had his legs

tucked underneath. That meant he could stroke himself through my jeans, under the table, without it being

too obvious...and he started to do exactly that.







Athidhi stood up and pulled off her shoes and jeans, then stood there for a second in her panties. They were

in white Kamal saw, bright red briefs. ‘A surprisingly sexy choice, to wear under jeans for a day at work....had

she known she’d been stripping for me—guessed at what he’d want, after last night? Or was she dressing,

unbeknownst to them, for the guys on the island? Reacting to all that male attention by secretly dressing like

a slut, under her demure work clothes?’ He thought.









His wife Athidi now naked in front of lap tap  high quality camera. Her naked body glittering from laptap

Kamal slowly his hands reached to his cock under the table and slowly giving hand strokes to his cock.



She pushed the panties down her thighs and off. He saw her prepare to sit back down in the chair, looking

like some internet porn model.

She sat and Kamal asked her to move back a little, so that he could see her lower body. “Open your legs,” he

said without thinking.

She blinked at him.

Kamal suddenly reddened. “Sorry!” he told her. “I didn’t mean to order you around! I just—I’m sorry. I got

carried away.”

She looked at him and said. “It’s okay,” she said. He was normally good at reading her, but this time he

couldn’t tell... He think

—was she angry? Aroused? She slowly parted her thighs and her pussy was revealed, soft dark brown hair

and the silky softness of her pink lips. And then she opened her legs wider and the outer lips parted. The

camera was so good that Nitesh could see tantalizing pink inside...and even a hint of gleaming reflection.

She was wet. And kamal thinking to ask her one question and he dare and asked........



“Would you play with yourself again?” Kamal asked. He was almost panting. He is panting so she guess and

She asked him in return “You’re going to jack off, aren’t you?” and “You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?”

He considered lying, but nodded.....

In high arousal Athidi also asked him then “Show me yours"..







Kamal pushed back his chair from the table and unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his stiff cock. Stroking the

flesh was so much better than stroking it through the rough fabric and he gasped at how good it felt.

On screen, Athidhi was stroking two fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, staring straight at the camera.

In the corner of the screen, in a much smaller window, Kamal could see what she saw—him, sitting with my

cock out, one hand stroking it in a gradually escalating rhythm.



“God,” Athidhi was saying through the speakers. “God, I can feel you watching me.” Her fingers moved faster,

and Kamal thought he could see the shine of moisture on her lips, now. His own hand moved faster.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“I’m thinking about you fucking me,” Athidhi said, the words exploding out of her in a rush of air. Kamal’s

cock grew even harder—this was turning her on as much as him! She never normally talked like that! He could

feel himself ready to shoot.



“I’m thinking about—God—” Her voice was desperate, now, her fingers coming up to circle her clit. “I’m

thinking about your hard cock inside me!”




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That was all it took. Kamal exploded, hot ropes of cum erupting straight up out of his cock. It was too late to

grab a tissue or do anything else, so he had to just let it spray down onto his lap and the floor. His eyes were

locked on the screen, where Athidhi suddenly leaned forward and went rigid, her gasping face close to the

camera, lips parted in ecstasy....




And here his thick cume came after he carefully watching about Athidi's....

God. She was coming, right in front of me.

Kamal watched her. He watched every shudder and moan as the climax flowed through her, her breasts

swaying, her thighs locking tight around the hand between them. She finally flopped back in her chair, sated.

With an exhausted smile and a blown kiss, she ended the call.



Kamal  cleaned up and went to bed happy. In a weird way, this time apart was actually reinvigorating their

sex lives. Maybe they could use this time to open up about a few fantasies and—ironically—get closer. And

then, when she came back, things would be better than ever.


To be continued.............