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Pinky opened the kitchen door to find Sidharth standing there looking sorry for himself. Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet. Instead of the arrogant pose he usually struck, he looked worried.


"Hi Pinky Aunty, is Shilpa in?" he asked, sounding miserable.
"No. Err, she won't be long, do you want to wait for her?" Pinky asked, while stepping aside to let him in.
She had lied about Shilpa coming home, as her daughter was staying over with a girlfriend. It was about time she spoke to him about the way he was treating her daughter. This seemed like an opportunity to confront him. They had been neighbours for about six months, and he had been messing Shilpa around. Shilpa put up with his arrogance, and flirting with other girls, because she had a crush on him. They were both eighteen, so she had left them to it, up until now.

Pinky pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the kitchen.
"Would you like a coffee," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured.
"What's the matter Sidharth?" she asked.
"Its girls," he murmured.
Pinky should have known. He didn't say it was one girl, just girls. She was pleased he was having a problem, as he deserved it.

"So, what's the problem? Maybe I can help," she offered. It was intriguing, and it was an opportunity to point out how badly he had treated Shilpa. She lifted her bottom slightly to hoist herself onto a kitchen stool, then stopped the movement. The gown was a little too short to sit on a high stool.
"Maybe you can," he hesitantly began.

"It's more comfortable in the lounge," she quickly said.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the sofa, he plonked himself down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," she encouraged. Wanting to find out what it was all about, and to give him some harsh advice. A dose of reality was long overdue.

"Well. I don't think I'm doing the right thing. I mean, I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I thought Shilpa would know," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of her daughter, she cringed. That's all Shilpa needed. Being asked how he should keep a girlfriend would be a big disappointment. It would send her into a mood for a month. There was nothing worse than a moody teenager moping around the house.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Pinky put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Preeti said I didn't kiss right," Sidharth asserted, looking hurt.
Pinky wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman she had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt more than qualified to advise him.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.

He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of teenage years, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit.

"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong high school athlete, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body, as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit.
It wasn't his strength, it was her weakness preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.

"Please, Sidharth," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, duelling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Sidharth!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.

She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
It was wrong! She shouldn't be letting this happen. Her body wouldn't let her fight him off, so her mind tried to escape by abandoning reason. Her mind floated around in a wash of sensations, denying all responsibility for what was happening. She couldn't let this young guy touch her breasts, so she didn't acknowledge he was doing it.
"No, Sidharth. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Sidharth, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.

"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Sidharth. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.

She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" she stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Pinky Aunty," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realisation he was right. She must not let it go further! She must put a stop to it now, only the words wouldn't form in her mind. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
"Please don't. I'm a married woman, I can't do this, it's wrong!" she croaked.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was searching for a sign of compassion. Could this callous youth possibly understand what he was doing to her?
She felt him move. For a moment she thought he was pulling away from her; rejecting her. The sudden painful thought threw her off balance. How could she be aggrieved by the thought of him pulling his cock out of her sex?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you kiss me. It's my fault. Please let me go," she murmured.
She felt him settling onto her, not with his full weight, but with a purposeful push of his hips. He was toying with her! Not only with her body, but with her feelings, and mind. His cock settled into her, pushing carefully, fractionally further inside. She heard a gasp, as though it were somebody else far away.
"We mustn't do this. There's others to think about. Let me go, please," she whined.
Knowing he was playing her like a toy didn't help. She was unable to withstand the torment of being wound up without release. She felt him push a little deeper. Any moment she would snap, and thrust up at him with all her might. Was that what he was doing, holding back to frustrate her?
"Stop it now, please! I won't say anything to anyone. Just stop, please," she groaned.
Ever so slowly his cock invaded her vagina. Deeper, and deeper, she felt it penetrate. As much as she wanted to thrust up at him, to reach the inevitable, it was impossible to move. The look of satisfaction on his face had her mesmerised. It was difficult to look away, or even close her eyes. The mocking expression told her he had her, and wasn't letting her off lightly.
"Do it!" she challenged.

The feathery light voice was strange in her ears. The awful words betrayed her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he nonchalantly asked.
His words were clear, her mind was not. It swirled with lust and outrage. How could she allow this young boy to take her. What choice did she have? She felt his cock nudge her so very deep, she gasped with a pathetic whimper.
"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.
He rose up, pulling up, and up, until she feared losing the hardness that was so desperately needed. He plunged down inside her body, seemingly filling her entire body with cock. She whimpered again, when he pushed against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling, yet not unpleasant.
"Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me hard," she wailed.
The rhythm settled into a steady pounding of her vagina. With every downward plunge, his hips hit hers, and his cock hit deeper inside than ever experienced before. With every pounding of his cock, she responded with an animal like wail.

"I'm nearly there, don't stop now!" she whined.
When he pushed home and held still, she knew he was ready. Surprisingly, so was she. He began to judder, and his legs pressed hard into the sofa. His cock powerfully expanded, and he thrust hard into her, with all his might. She imagined feeling him ejaculate, with splashes of hot cum spurting directly into her womb.
"Fill me up! Oh,! Fill me up!" she cried out.
He dug his toes into the sofa and pushed hard. The head of his cock pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, as he cum again, and again. She had never felt a penis so deep, or such a powerful spurt of sperm. Her orgasm started before him, and continued still. So sensitive was her body, that she felt the slightest twinge of his cock.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.
On reaching the end of an orgasm, it built again! A third time took her completely by surprise. Eventually her whole body collapsed, from the emotional tension, finally leaving her exhausted and replete. She lay there like him, breathing heavily.

Recovering first, he pulled the gown away from a nipple with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. She opened her mouth to complain, but either she was deaf, or no sound emerged. She lay quietly watching him suck on an over sensitive nipple, while he tried to engulf as much of a breast as possible. Again he was playing with her body, only this time she smiled with pleasure.
She wanted to ask him if he loved her. The silly notion was quickly dismissed. She cleared her throat.
"We shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you," she hesitantly said. It sounded pathetic, so she gave up.
Her arms were still wedged underneath her, and he was too heavy to budge. It was embarrassing feeling his wet cock against her thigh. Something had to be done, as difficult as it was, something had to be said.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he smiled, then went back to sucking on her breasts. He had both of them out, playing with one, then the other.
"You shouldn't be playing with a neighbours breasts," she quietly stated. The nonsense statement almost made her laugh.

"It's wrong to suck on your breasts, but alright to make you cum?" he mocked her. He flashed her a bright smile, then sucked loudly on a nipple.
"No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you do anything to me. It was all wrong, and all my fault," she said, sounding sorry for herself.
"We both enjoyed it, so, don't worry," he smiled. "I haven't been coming around here to see Shilpa. It's you I wanted," he calmly stated.
The serious look on his face made her heart flutter. It's just the after affects of an orgasm, she told herself. There was no way she could be flattered by the remark. He was just an adolescent, making it up. It was silly to feel pleased that he had been taking notice of her, though the illicit satisfaction was difficult to shake off.
"You're playing with me again," she said, about his words, not about what he was doing to her breasts. He began to kiss his way down from her breasts. A hand held her in place, while his lips and tongue teased her belly. He carried on.
"No! Please! You mustn't. I'm not a toy to be played with," she complained.
She struggled, though not enough to get free. There was enough of an excuse that he held her down with his hand on her chest. Lips sucked and kissed lower with every touch. On reaching her sex, the nips and bites diverted to her thighs. Now the lips and tongue were jumping around, so she couldn't anticipate the next touch.

"No! Please! Let me go," she weakly spoke.
Before she could firm up her voice, he took hold of her lips, to nip them with his teeth. She squealed in delight. He pushed exploratory fingers inside, to feel how open she still was. She began to leak, yet he still probed and explored. He hadn't seen a woman's sex up close, and found it fascinating. She hadn't let anyone explore her like this, ever. It was embarrassing, and all the more so that she was leaking his sperm.
"Stop it, please. We've got to talk," she implored him.
He reluctantly rolled off onto the floor. He pulled her on top of him, and held her tight.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"No! You've had your way with me, isn't that enough?" she crossly spoke.
"I'll kiss you then," he said, and did so.
She defiantly kept her mouth tightly shut. He sucked on her lips, bit them, then travelled around her neck with a thousand kisses and licks. She grabbed his face and kissed him full on. It lasted for awhile. Coming up for breath she looked at him seriously, then shook his head.
"I'm a married woman. You can't just barge into my home and take me. I belong to someone else," she seriously explained.
"You know what I mean!" she firmly said, only to laugh along with him. "It was nice, more than nice. Never, ever again. I can't cheat, won't cheat," she said, with a voice running low, as she realised she was a cheat.

She had cheated on her husband with this young lad. Her forehead dropped onto his chest, with a sob threatening to develop into a full blown storm of tears.
He slapped her bare ass.
"Oww!" she protested.
She still wore the panties and gown, but they were almost pulled from her body. He noticed she hadn't stopped him playing with her, and hadn't protested too much. She was trying to be adult and sensible. The glow of an orgasm was still affecting her, so it was easy to keep her compliant.
"You enjoyed that so much, I want to pleasure you again," he asserted.
"No! Not now!" she yelped. The glint in her eyes was contradicting the protest.
"When, after a shower?" he laughed.
"I meant no, not ever!" she forcefully said.
He noticed she wasn't fighting him off, or attempting to escape. He pushed her off, and rolled on top of her. He separated her legs with his, and held her still.
"As you can't decide, I'll decide when we fuck," he firmly told her.
Pinky groaned, only now realising what she had gotten herself into. This young guy had an infatuation with her. Maybe he did mean he had been here to see her, not her daughter.
"It's no good, we can't. Don't you understand? I have a faPinky. I feel bad enough already. Please don't make it worse," she pleaded.
She knew a great weight would hang over her soon. Once the flush of orgasmic pleasure was over, the guilt would take over. It was already beginning to, with the follow up of self-pity close behind.
"No more! Let me up, I need the bathroom," she ordered.

She didn't hear him follow her. Her troubled thoughts were loud enough to cover his footsteps. Reaching into the shower to set it to burning hot, she felt his arms encompass her. He lifted her up, and stepped under the waterfall. His hands were everywhere, and way ahead of hers.

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He soaped her all over. When both his hands cupped her bottom and sex, she gave up. They were interlaced, making it impossible to break the hold on her crotch. The feeling of hands soaping between her cheeks, circling her asshole, between her lips, cupping her sex in his palm, defeated her.

She flung back her head into the spray, and groaned loudly. A fitful orgasm rocked her legs. It wasn't deep, it was like the shower, all over her body, like a rainstorm. His hands carried on playing with her, front and back. He was prolonging the orgasm with fingers probing her pussy, and her asshole.
Every time she thought it was over, he triggered it again.

"No more, please!" she cried out.
Both hands were flat, leaning all her weight against the tiled wall. She began to slide as her legs gave way. He held her up with a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. As her hands slid down the wall, her ass was drawn upward.

She was only partially aware of the awkward position. She was on hands and feet, with her head in the corner of the shower stall. He slid a finger from her pussy, with another still holding onto her asshole. He replaced the finger with his cock, sliding into her easily. He began to fuck her steadily, while she moaned in time with every inward thrust. It took him a long time to cum, by which time she was nearly unconscious.
He carried her to the bed and dried her with a comforter. He threw that on the floor, and climbed into bed with her. With arms wrapped tightly about her, he fell asleep.

"sid! sid! Wake up!" Pinky whispered.

There was no need to keep quiet, as nobody was in the house. She felt guilty over what happened, as though they had committed a crime, and needed to be secretive. She watched him come-to from a deep sleep. The innocent boyish face brought on a feeling of affection toward him. However inappropriate the feeling, it was difficult to shake off.

"You've got to go!" she urgently insisted.
"Why?" he asked, while knuckling his eyes.
"Because, that's why!" she explained.

"That doesn't make sense. You don't really want me to go. I'll just go out to my friends, and brag about fucking a beautiful woman," he boldly stated.
"No! You can't. That is so bad. Please don't say that," she said, sounding more hurt than angry.
"You had better let me stay. We need to talk about what happened, and where we go from here," he said.
He sounded more caring and sensitive now. She wondered if he had said that terrible thing to shock her into letting him stay. Surely he couldn't mean it.
"Alright. You're right, we need to talk," she conceded.
It would be better to try and explain how this moment of madness affected her. It would be disastrous if anyone found out, though she dare not emphasise the point. Surely he could understand she was a married woman and a mother, so it had to be kept quiet. Maybe that line of reasoning should be avoided as well.

Why was it the woman had to take responsibility for every mistake. It was a big, bad mistake, and could get even worse if she didn't keep it secret. They wandered into the kitchen, while she tried to think through what to say.
He put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her onto a kitchen stool. She gave him a small smile when he asked if she took sugar. She watched him make a pot of coffee, looking into cupboards for what was needed, not bothering to ask her. He was independent and strong minded.
She again wondered if he had meant what he said, or was it a sop to keep her happy. Did he really visit Wendy just to see her? She looked good for her age, yet how could he see anything in a woman twice his age?
"Thanks," she smiled at him, and wrapped her hands around the warm mug.

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'You must promise me not to tell anyone,' Pinky calmly stated.

Inside she was less than calm. She tried not to show the anxiety over how ruinous it would be if her scurrilous secret was exposed. At the same time it was important not to reveal how perilous her position was, for fear he used it against her.
'I promise, though, under condition we spend the night together,' Sidharth blurted out.
It wasn't likely she would agree to such an outrageous suggestion, so he kept his fingers crossed behind his back. He moved close to her, pushing against her knees. Sitting on a stool the gown was pulled up around her thighs, though she was too preoccupied to be bothered about it.
'You can't expect me to agree to that!' she complained.
'Why not. We both enjoyed it,' he bluntly stated.
'It was wrong, and two wrongs don't make a right,' she groused.
The lame phrase sounded feeble even to her. She would have to talk him around, or lose the last shred of dignity that remained. If she upset him he might leave and tell his friends that he seduced her.
'One last fling. You're a beautiful woman,' he quietly spoke.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, ending up with a palm cupping her cheek.
'Please, don't start that!' she moaned.
'You deserve a bit of fun. Let me stay and pamper you. I'll give you a massage, then leave if you want me to,' he promised.
'Oh! No you don't! You know what your touch does to me,' she retorted, though not pushing away his hands caressing her face.
He was glad to hear her admit he seduced her. It gave him a feeling of power over the woman. It was possible she might give in again, as long as he had the chance to work on her. The other hand joined in, by brushing hair away from her face. Lifting her chin he moved close in for a kiss.
'No! That's how it started last time!' she pointed out, and turned her head away.
Her voice sounded less confident. As long as he took it slow, he was sure to win her over.
'Relax. Don't worry. Nobody will know. You'll have a nice naughty secret to remember. Something no one can take away from you. Remember how pleasurable the love making was, how deep an orgasm you had. How wonderful we were together. I've always wanted you. You look so delicious, I could lick and nibble you all over,' he whispered in her ear.
About to ask him which orgasm he meant, the thought was hurriedly buried. Never before had she experienced multiple orgasms. In the last few hours she had enjoyed so many orgasms, she lost count. How on earth did this young guy do that to her?
She turned her head to face him. There was an intention to tell him to leave, though nothing was said. Instead she let him kiss her. Knowing her fate was sealed, left her feeling so much more guilty, she wanted to cry. Instead, she kissed him back.
Lips took over from hands, to caress her face and neck. Hands cupped her breasts. Fingers tweaked her nipples. He was taking his time with a strong determination to seduce her. His strong hands smoothly massaged her breasts. He sucked on her lips, bit her neck, licked and whispered in her ears.
She breathed heavily from the soft words of affection he whispered into a sensitised ear.
She lifted her chin for him to explore her neck. He was kissing his way down to her breasts. Anticipating the caresses to her susceptible nipples was thrilling. Without realising it, her knees parted. His hands delicately tripped over her thighs, lightly stroking them. So much attention was too much to resist.
His hands wrapped around her bottom to lift her off the stool. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the kitchen table. He perched her bottom on the edge, manoeuvred himself close, then pushed roughly into her.
The previous gentleness contrasted with the hard pounding he gave her. The rough sex had her moaning with pleasure. She wailed over his shoulder, and pounded on his back with both fists.
'Fuck me hard, Sidharth,' she cried out.
Feeling his legs shudder was a sign of an imminent orgasm. Unable to resist, not wanting to, she climaxed again. Holding him close she wailed lightly, almost sobbing. When he pulled her off the table, she felt his cock slip from her sex. It felt as though it belonged there, and its parting was sorrowful.
He managed to half carry her to the bedroom. This time they didn't bother to shower. They wrapped themselves in each other. Not bothering with sheets or blankets. He was her comforter. She was his soft pillows. He rested his face on her chest, and she nestled his head upon her breasts.
She stroked his hair while he slept, thinking she wouldn't sleep, from not wanting to waste the feeling of being needed. She fell asleep with a smile on her lips, and an expression full of satisfaction.
Pinky was half asleep when she moaned, with a smile still on her face. They were spoons tightly pressed together, with his arms around her, both hands fondling her breasts. Feeling his hardness pushing at her sex brought her around. Not again! She thought, then felt him enter.
'Sidharth!' she protested.
He hadn't asked, or even warned her! He was simply helping himself to her body. She had never experienced such an audacious act. Her sex was way ahead of her, for it was aroused and ready. She wondered what he had done while she was asleep for her sex to be so wet. His penis was slowly penetrating her vagina, gently pulling back, then repeating the delicious movements, getting deeper with each push.
Her mind quickly caught up to enjoy it.
'Sidharth!' she lightly breathed.
She tried to reach behind to caress him. He had his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides, preventing movement. It felt as though she were tied up, unable to do anything but accept him taking her. She helplessly lay there being fucked, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
'Faster, Sidharth,' she said.
'What do you want, tell me how you want it, wonderful Pinky,' he heavily breathed in her ear.
'Fuck me faster!' she implored him.
Damn! This young guy was getting her to talk dirty. This was another first for her, and she wondered again how such a young guy did these things to her. Nearing a cliSidharth, she let loose.
'Keep going, Sidharth! Fuck me deep, Sidharth!' she groaned.
She clenched her teeth as though in pain. Her head rocked back, hitting his nose. He stopped moving trying to recover from the pain in his nose. The hesitation in his movements tormented her.
'Please, Sidharth, fuck me!' she demanded.
The pain spurred him on to push with all his strength. He shifted his weight to get a better leverage, shoving hard and deep inside. His cock slid across her clit, drawing a guttural sound from her throat.
'Yes!' she repeated over and over as she cliSidharthed.
Feeling her shuddering body, he knew he could cum now. He spurted his load deep into her. He kept his cock still, forcing it as deep as possible. He was rewarded by her clasping him tight, with strong inner muscles. The tremors subsided as his cock retreated from her.
'Sidharth!' she groaned.
The sound of her voice was warm and tender now. She turned to face him within his lessening grip. She kissed him full on the lips. When they parted she probed him with her tongue. Tingling sensations sensitised her lips, as was the rest of her body, still vibrant from the orgasm.
Pushing herself up the bed, she was able to pull his head into her cleavage. It was comforting to watch him suck on a nipple, then the other. The afterglow exaggerated her feelings, leaving her besotted and deeply in love. She knew it would pass, yet wanted to enjoy the wonderful feelings while they lasted.
With a start she woke up. Daylight flooded into the room, announcing he had stayed the night in her bed, despite protestations. Looking back they seemed weak and her resolve had been pathetic. A phrase often used by a friend came to mind - the miserable bitch needs a good seeing too. Pinky had always thought it vulgar, yet she repeated it to herself.
'I've had a good seeing to,' she whispered.
Had he awoken her in the night to fuck her, or was it a dream? A pleasant feeling still embraced her, from just laying there staring at him. She knew she was acting stupid, like a lovesick schoolgirl. Facing up to reality could wait till later.
She felt naughty and mischievous. Leaning over his sleeping body, she quietly took a peek at what had invaded her vulnerable body. Lifting the sheet, she sighed heavily. His cock was large, even when soft. It was no wonder she felt sore. A hand went between her legs to cup her sex, but it was too late to protect her private place.
He stirred. She was fascinated watching him wake up. He stretched, and rolled slightly to one side then the other. He yawned then eventually opened his eyes. The look of happiness on his face when he saw her was gratifying.
'Good morning beautiful,' he plainly said.
She studied his face to find he meant it.
'Good morning, naughty boy,' she teased.
'Did you enjoy the naughtiness?' he asked, with a sly grin on his face.
'I did. Did we do it in the middle of the night?' she shyly asked.
'We did. You only cum once that time,' he goaded her.
'Stop counting, it doesn't matter, I mean it was good all the same,' she said.
'Just good?' he asked.
'Yes! No! It was wonderful, really wonderful every time,' she said, and kissed his lips.
'What are we having for breakfast? Perhaps breakfast in bed,' he said, and reached for her.
'No! You're not having me for breakfast. We need to shower. Separately!' she scolded him.
'Later then,' he suggested.
'No,' she quietly said. 'We must stop this madness, it can't go on,' she plaintively said.
'You dropped your knickers quick enough yesterday,' he playfully said.
'I wasn't wearing any!' she countered.
He laughed at her and she couldn't help joining in. 'So you go around without panties? Are you a naughty slut?' he mischievously asked.
'Yes! Just for you, I'm a slut for you,' she announced, then regretted it.
She was behaving like a stupid slut which was bad enough, but declaring she was his slut was terrible. She was a married woman with a daughter his age, yet it was difficult to bring herself back to earth, and reality.
Pinky unwrapped a new set of underwear. She threw the bra and panties back in the draw. Instead she selected an old washed out bra and panties which were designed to put him off. She put them on, feeling confused over why she had intended to wear a sexy underwear set, saved for a special occasion. It was concluded she needed to feel sexy, even though he had to be sent on his way, and all this nonsense had to stop.
Wearing a decent dressing gown, she walked into the kitchen to be pleasantly surprised.
'Breakfast is served, madam,' he announced.
'It smells delicious, not sure I can eat all this,' she commented.
They both tucked into bacon and eggs, with enough toast to spread marmalade over what was left. They kept glancing at each other and smiling.
'Tea or coffee,' he asked.
'Tea, I'll make it,' she offered.
'Sit there, I'll make it,' he ordered.
'I've never had breakfast cooked for me,' she mused. 'How come you can cook?' she asked.
'I always cook breakfast for the women I seduce, did you like it?' he innocently asked.
'The breakfast, or it?' she teased back.
'Had to look after dad. How do you like your tea, strong?' he asked.
She remembered his mother had died, or something, a long time ago. She looked sadly at him for a moment. He looked her over, with an appreciative look, and she smiled back.
'Oh! Weak, just a touch of milk,' she said.
She watched him sip at the coffee, and had to look away from his stare.
'Stop it,' she said.
'What?' he asked, feigning ignorance.
'You're looking at me like that,' she grinned.
He wiped a hand over his face, to reveal a serious expression. 'Is that better?' he cheekily asked.
'Yes, maybe, I'm confused. I'm not used to all this. I don't jump into bed with anyone,' she tried to tell him.
'I know. You're a lovely kind lady. Attractive, and very sexy,' he said.
'Don't say that so seriously, I might start to believe you,' she complained.
He started the washing up and she went to fetch the paper and mail. He told her to sit down, refusing her help with the washing up. Hearing an anguished yelp, he quickly went to her. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a letter in her hand. It was shaking as though she were waving a flag. Her head hit the table and she began to sob.
He knew what it said. The bastard husband had affairs, and this time he'd found a replacement for Pinky. The letter wouldn't have spelt it out so starkly, but that was near enough. Last week he heard the bastard talking to his father, before leaving on a so called business trip. He wanted to be straight with her, only he came up with excuses why he should selfishly think of himself. The husband wasn't thinking of her at all.
Sidharth heard it all a few days ago, and still fumed a silent anger. His mother had walked out on them when he was four. He knew what it was like to feel abandoned. It was strange that he was still here, as he hadn't intended to seduce Pinky. It occurred to him to give her comfort, yet he didn't think it would go this far. He was fond of her to start with, and from yesterday it had grown far more serious.
He wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. He took the letter from her hand and quickly read it. The nasty bastard said he was leaving her, with no mention of the other woman. It was obvious though.
'Just let it all out. Cry till you can't cry anymore,' he told her.
Pinky sniffed, blew her nose in the heap of tissues he gave her, and pulled the dressing gown tighter.
'Wait here, Sidharth!' she said.
From the fierceness of her voice he wondered if she was coming back to shoot him. There was no return address on the letter, so she wasn't going to drive to the husband to exact revenge. As a representative of all males, she might be intending to make him suffer. He heard her going through draws in the bedroom, and wondered again if she was looking for a weapon.
She called him from the bedroom and he quietly peered in.
'Come in, Sidharth,' she said.
Pinky opened the dressing gown, and shrugged it off.
She was dressed in lacy black underwear, sheer stockings,  and shiny black high heels. Seeing his look of surprise turn to lust, satisfied her.
'Fuck me, Sidharth,' she calmly said. She may sound calm, but her whole stance displayed anger.
Pinky stepped close to him, and stripped him. He did nothing to stop her. He let her get it out of her system. If this was the way she wanted to exact retribution, then so be it. When his shirt was off she kissed his nipples. She pulled his jeans down, and kneeled to pull them off his feet.
The surprise was so great he hadn't fully hardened. She was in too much of a hurry to wait. She dropped his boxer shorts, and leaned in to kiss his penis. She licked it, hesitating to take it in her mouth. This was going to be another first, but she wasn't thinking of that. She cupped his balls in one hand, and guided his cock into her mouth with the other.
He quickly hardened. Seeing a neighbour on her knees sucking his cock, was an awesome sight. She was a mature, married woman, giving him a blow job! She was having difficulty, choking, and he guessed she was unsuccessfully trying to deep throat him.
He grabbed her head, and pulled her away. She took a deep breath, gasping for air.
'On the bed,' he told her.
He helped her up off her knees and laid her on the bed. He slid next to her, and spooned her.
'It's going to be all right. Just a matter of time,' he said.
'I knew he was playing around. Has done so for a long time, and I ignored it. I just shut it out of my mind. He had no time for me. Never did those things we did. Nothing exciting. No fun together. Was it my fault?' she asked.
'Some men are shits,' Sidharth said.
'Some men are lovely,' she said, and squeezed him tight.
'Don't just fuck me, Sidharth. Make love to me. Pretend you love me, please, Sidharth,' she said.
'I'm falling in love with you, Pinky. I really am,' he said.
Without changing from spooning her, he manoeuvred his cock between her thighs. She pressed back on him with wet lips, ready and waiting for him. He pushed in, squashing her cheeks. She tightened her bottom, squeezing his cock, so it felt as though he was deep inside. He knew he wasn't but it seemed enough for her.
He couldn't push much, from laying on his side. It was slow and steady screw, which by now, he recognised she was enjoying it. He wrapped his hands around both breasts, gently clutching them.
'Oh! Sidharth, I'm cumin! Keep going, keep going,' she whined.
It wasn't long before she began to orgasm. The familiar trembling of her limbs then the cycling of her legs announced it. The stockings rasped loudly as her legs moved around and around.
'Keep still!' she demanded.
He arched his back, pushing in as far as he could, pressing her bottom almost flat. He held onto her with a tight grip. The orgasm seemed to run on and on for ages, while she was lost in a world of her own, breathing heavily.
Concentrating on her pleasure left him frustrated, but he didn't mind. He was fascinated with her reaction, the trembling and the way she moved her legs. The sounds she made were intense, animal like grunts. Although he pretended to be a man of experience, this was all new to him. Did she really not have a fulfilling sex life before? She certainly let go now, with him.
'Oh! Sidharth! You didn't cum. Don't leave me, it feels so good inside,' she said.
He shifted slightly, pushed, and sawed his cock over her swollen bud. He was pleased to have hit the spot, on hearing her moans. It was only a slight movement, but effective. He massaged her breasts and nipples with the same rhythm, as the sawing movements over her clit.
'Sidharth! You are so wonderful! Keep this up and I'm yours forever,' she sighed.
Her words inspired an idea. She wanted him, perhaps she needed him, and he loved the idea of keeping her, so why not? He hadn't planned anything past kissing, making her feel good, and playing around for a little while. The idea of spending the night with her seemed outrageous, yet the night had come and gone, and he was still here.
He fell asleep while thinking it over. He woke up to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at him. She was wearing a dressing gown, a lighter, shorter, cotton one.
'Something to eat? I need to keep your strength up,' she cheekily grinned.
He was tremendously thirsty so poured the juice down his throat, then sipped the hot coffee. She piled the pillows behind him so he could lay the tray on his lap and eat the meal.
'Another dressing gown? What happened to the stockings?' he asked, with another fork of egg and bacon on its way to his mouth.
'Needed to wash the stockings, and the other dressing gowns,' she laughed.
It took him awhile to catch on. 'Sorry,' he said.
She laughed at him. 'I'm not. Haven't had a young guy's sperm all over me for a long time,' she cheekily smiled.
She wasn't usually so forward and lewd over such private matters. He brought out the naughtiness in her.
He screwed up his face, and looked at her sternly. 'When last did you have a young guy here in bed?' he pouted.
'I was young once you know,' she shot back at him, trying to sound hurt, and failing when she laughed.
'Oh!' he said.
'You're jealous!' she teased.
'No! Yes, I am. I want you all to myself,' he told her.
'For as long as it lasts, I'm all yours. Do whatever you like with me. It has been exciting and wonderful. Let the fun continue,' she said, and pushed a hand under the sheet to grab his cock.

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