Adultery Indian Wife in the Prison of Spring by aurelius1982-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Here it is, old man, Dutt said to himself. Yet another young housewife willing fucking you on top. This one took a little longer than the others, but the wait was worth it, he said as he alternated between staring at her big tits swinging in front of his face and looking at the lusty expression on her face. He then locked his fingers into hers and held her arms up.

Mansi notice that this support from his thick burly arms raised her torso a little bit more and gave her even more leverage to move. She started moving her hips faster back and forth, relishing the sensations it was creating inside her. Why did this feel so much better than when Amar made love to her, she wondered. It couldn't just be the bigger penis. There was something else. With this position, his penis stayed buried inside her the whole time and it pushed against the front walls and back walls of her vagina. With Amar it was different. Difficult as it was to, she tried to remember how Amar did it. That was in and out.

Dutt chuckled a little when Mansi stopped moving back and forth and suddenly raised her ass and dropped it back down a few times. He thought she was getting experimental. She was just trying to compare the two motions. Yes, she said to herself, when she went up and down in the air, it was similar to what Amar did. It still felt nice, but the back and forth motion felt better for her. And then she got experimental. Instead of back and forth, she moved her ass in a circular counter clockwise fashion.

Oooh, this feels good too, she said to herself, Dutt was delighted at how enthusiastically she was now committed to this act. Moving her ass back and forth, and in a circular motion alternately. He could also feel the insides of her cunt pulse as the muscle alternately gripped and relaxed around his dick. Her unlocked his fingers from her right hand.

"Put your palm behind on you on thighs."

Mansi did as was told, with the eagerness of student. He let the other hand go.

"Now the other hand."

Now she was leaning back, her hips still moving. That made his dick rub even harder against the front of her vagina, against the mythical g-spot. And it created an incredibly powerful sensation.

"Ohhhhh!!"

Mansi cried out and throwing her head back, sped up the back and forth motion. Oh, how great this felt. What a magician this man was. Everything he did and everything he told her to do just added to her pleasure.

Dutt looked approvingly at her sparse bush past his belly as the young housewife, leaning backwards on top of his, started fucking him harder and harder with each passing second. The motion made her boobs swing around in a circular fashion on her chest. How trashy yet erotic she looked. And how uninhibited and carefree her movements were. Gone was the shy diffident and repressed housewife. Here was a young woman in her prime discovering what sex really could be.

"Unhhhh unnnnNNHHHH..." Mansi started groaning.

Dutt knew what was happening, but Mansi's lust-addled inexperienced brain was in the throes of pleasant confusion. Dutt had introduced her to the concept of an orgasm. She had had many thanks to her clit. And just a while ago, he had given her a small one by just playing with her back. But what new thing was this?

Ignorant of the concept of a vaginal orgasm, but still loving this new tsunami of pleasure that was approaching, Mansi kept doing what she was doing. Her boobs swung wildly and her hair moved back and forth like curtains during a storm. There was an odd squishy sound as both their thighs were now drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning.

Dutt saw where she was going. He decided to help her along. With the same old thumb that had first uncorked this fine specimen, he rubbed her clit. And that was enough.

"AAAAA..."

Mansi started wailing and shuddering as she was hit by THE biggest orgasm of her life. She did not know where exactly it had come from. She only knew that it was sweeping over her entire being. And she was loving it. And in that moment, she was loving the man who was giving her this great gift as his erect dick rubbed hard against the front of her cunt walls.

Dutt was so mesmerized by this sight of the young gorgeous housewife having her first vaginal orgasm that he almost came himself. It took a great deal of self control to hold himself back. It was crucial to his strategy to keep on going even after the woman had her orgasm. For most women, it was a surprising experience, because their men came well before them on most occasions.

Mansi finally got done wailing and quaking through her orgasm, and then just collapsed on top of her old lover hard, the big paunch softening her fall. Her mind was still in a fog, so it took her a few moments to realize that her cunt was still being fucked. Even though she had stopped moving, Dutt had started pistoning his dick upwards. Mansi then realized that the old man had still not cum himself. And the sex was going to continue.

Dutt let Mansi get her bearings back for a couple of minutes. And then he rolled her over. He kissed her for a few seconds and then straightened, pulling his dick out. He was amused when her thighs almost tried to pull him back in. He spanked her ass gently and said,

"Get on your hands and knees."

Mansi had to make some effort to raise her body up. She was still shivering a little from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She moved into a position she was more familiar with. Although Amar mostly preferred the simply missionary position, occasionally he liked to take her like this. With quivering limbs as Mansi got in position, she noticed the mirror. the sight she saw came like a wake up call. She saw her disheveled hair, her half open mouth, her glazed eyes, her big tits swinging from her chest, and the burly old man getting aligned behind her.

And she saw herself, a married woman, willingly cheating on her husband. And suddenly she was flooded with guilt and shame. She looked away.

Dutt could read the expressions on her face. He could read the shame, the guilt, the self-awareness, because she was so transparent. For a moment, he felt a surge of tenderness, wanting to talk to her, make her feel alright. But then he saw the big round creamy ass in front of him, and the wet cunt. And his primal instinct won over. he grabbed her hips and penetrated her hard in one go.

Even after the intense fucking she had just experienced, Mansi was a little discomfited by that sudden penetration. She groaned and the momentum made her lower her head. But Dutt wanted to see her face in the mirror as he fucked her. He reached over, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up. And then he started banging her hard, really hard.

"MMMMmmmm!!" Mansi's moaned as the big thick dick started pummeling her cunt at a harder pace than what had transpired before. In that moment, she felt sensations similar to what she did with Amar. Because the fucking was in and out. But the old man was stretching the cunt more. Soon he started spanking her ass hard.

"Owww!" she cried out as the spanks got harder.

"Fucking whore!" Dutt said instinctively and then bit his tongue.

He felt Mansi's body stiffen. He paused for a second. But then continued pounding her hard.

That word 'whore' plunged Mansi into a bout of self-examination even as she took the fucking from Dutt doggy style. The sound of their thighs slapping hard filled the room as Mansi looked at herself in the mirror. And started thinking. That's what she was, wasn't she? For all that talk of friendship and companionship and potential and everything...when you distilled it down to its very basic...she was a whore. She had been paid handsomely when he first fingered her clit. And she knew he would pay her again. She was basically having sex for money. And by definition, she was a whore.

Dutt felt Mansi's body language change and her shoulders slump a little. She didn't fight back. She didn't push him away. Her body still kept responding every time he increased the tempo or spanked her ass or caressed her back. And her cunt muscles still occasionally grab and release his dick. But she was no longer the willing and enthusiastic participant she was a few minutes ago.

Dutt didn't care. He had done this enough to know that it was actually a healthy thing. In the initial days, when luring in chaste middle class women like this, it was important to not even hint at this being anything akin to prostitution. It was important to feed their ego. Important to foster their curiosity and sense of self-worth. But eventually, once the act was done, it was a good thing to let them come to terms with reality. And so it was with Mansi. The sooner she accepted what she was, the easier it would be on her in the long term.

Mansi kept wallowing in self pity while simultaneously enjoying the raw sex. A part of her berated herself, while another part marveled at how long and hard Duttsahab was able to keep going despite being so old. She loved how deep his dick went in, how the increased pace made her pleasure multiply. She even enjoyed how he was spanking her ass hard occasionally. And she she felt a second orgasm approaching, she was now more ready for it.

"Oh...it's happening again." she cried out.

"Dutt had suspected that. He reached under her stomach and stroked her clit again, now pounding her harder. And she started hollering and her boobs started swinging sideways. And the old man too started cumming inside her. And he groaned.

The two of them shuddered and shook through an intense simultaneous orgasm. And Mansi felt a flood of warm jizz fill up her insides. The intensity of her second orgasm made her arms bucckle and her shoulders and face landed flat on the bed. This made Dutt lean forward and land on her. And she was flat on the bed as the old man pumped the last of his seed inside her.

And the two of them lay there breathless, processing very different emotions, staring at their faces next to each other in the mirror.