Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Talk and Action

Written by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I made a mess of myself dreaming of you," he said.

It was a lie. He had not been dreaming. He had been thinking. He visualized untying the knot of the top of her caftan and slipping his hands under to take hold of her nice, large breasts.

"How does that happen?" she asked curiously.

Shyam found that hard to believe. His old school friend, now closing in on 50 was the mother of two. She had married a genius of a man -- a professor. The Professor was a man of the academic world.

"He is in a dream world of his own," she said blandly of him. Initially the talk was centered on catching up. 33 years had passed since Sunil and Nalini had parted ways, after school. Prior to that they had spend ten years together in school.

But because they had been very, very close in school the topic eventually veered around to married life. Sunil, very clever with words, unraveled his friend and eventually they had discussed their sex lives in detail.

The renewed vigor that Sunil displayed in bed surprised his own wife. Unknown to her, Sunil was, in his mind actually fucking Nalini. Never before had he ravaged his wife the way he did that time. Never had he put her leg over his shoulder to splay her open and in that position fucked her with an animal-like vigor. Never had he left such deep bite marks on her breasts. And never had his fingernails nearly drawn out blood like this.

But Nalini was in his mind. She had her on camera and had been dressed in her nightdress. He could see her breasts and every time she carried the laptop to a new location in her house, she leaned forward.

He could see her large breasts as her top hung open. She did not seem to be aware. He remembered her as beautiful since school. But her breasts had grown to that of a mature woman and very every bit luscious. From what he could judge, they were large, heavy and weighed down.

On a particularly cold morning Nalini's nipples stabbed through the top and it was clear to Sunil that she had suckable teats. He spotted the nipple large and standing. The location of that protuberance told him her breasts were heavy and hanging for the nipple was quite far from her cleavage.

At other times he thought he saw the nipples rise to the occasion when he talked to her suggestively.

All the sex talk and the views of his dear friend roused to the point where he had been animal with his wife. Sunil's wife felt the difference and wondered about it loudly which she was being fucked. But Sunil was the picture of complete concentration during the act and did not reply other than to drive both of them to new highs and orgasm.

When they met again a few days later on Skype Nalini pushed Sunil for an explanation. "What did you mean when you said you were all messed up in your pants? And what does that have to do with my having had kids?" she pressed him.

Not wanting to upset his friend he replied, "Nothing."

Actually, he wanted to say to her directly: "You have to know about fucking. How else could you have had kids?" But he wanted to slowly make her open up to him and was wary of scaring her away.

"No, Sunil," she said. "Let's make deal. We are childhood friends. No secrets between us."

Many of these conversations had Sunil completely puzzled. Did she really not know or was she leading him on? But the careless manner in which she dressed when she came online and the nature of her persistent questions convinced him that she was indeed naïve.

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The quiet girl of his class whom he had always fancied had never been accessible to him from the romance point of view. They were close friends. But it was other boys that lavished attention on her. And she seemed preoccupied between them and her studies .

The same girl, a woman now, had no one to turn to in the isolation of the university campus. He had her undivided attention.

Between his 45th and 50th year, there had been a series of reunions. Each reunion brought home the ease of using linked in, Facebook and other social media. He searched for her in the school reunion and she had not been there. When he went looking for her with gusto, he found her in this remote campus.

"You never noticed me in school!" she complained with a pout when they got past the initial rounds of catching up.

"Quite the contrary!" he replied. "You were gorgeous then and you had guys around you all the time. You never noticed me expect for mundane things. But you are gorgeous now too!" he complimented her,. It was not entirely true. But he said it anyway.

"Am I?" she asked. "No, you are lying. Professor hardly notices me,"

"But I am fit!" she said. She stood up and swung around showing off her figure. IT was then that he saw her large breasts. But what really accentuated them was her narrow waist and flat tummy -- even if her hips were curvaceous and wide.

"Not bad for a 50 year old with two kids isn't it?" she boasted.

And then she did something unimaginable. She pulled up her t-shirt and patted her stomach and slid her hand down to pouch the gentle bulge of her belly. "You could not have said I have two kids," she said.

She was now facing the camera side on to show Sunil how flat her belly really was and how trim she had become.

"How?" asked Sunil. She was gorgeous. Though he had not meant it, his statement turned out to be true.

"Oh, the gym!" she said. The university has an excellent gym and I go there regularly. Professor accompanies me. But mostly his students who use the gym heavily helped me along, encouraging me."

"Would you like to see my gym outfit?" she asked on another occasion.

"Sure," he replied.

"Shall I take you to my room?" she asked with a laugh.

"Yes," he replied, his throat drying up at the suggestion in her voice.

She leaned forward giving him his umpteenth view of her sumptuous breasts. She lifted the laptop and holding it walked to her room. With each step she was treated to the sight of her jiggling breasts. Her torso was directly in front of the camera. He could see the outline of her nipple and he hoped the room was far, far away and that he would be able to ogle her tits for long.

There was something different about watching a woman who he knew closely. Watching women was not a big deal in the Internet era. Nor was it so modest with Bollywood films anymore. The heroines of today dressed as skimpily as the vamps of yesteryears.

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But the body of a woman he knew and with whom there existed the distinct possibility of meeting -- it turned him on at a different level.

"Don't look" she said laying down the laptop at an angle she thought was away from her. . But the camera as pointed at some mirror and owing to some arrangement of multiple reflections he was looking at Nalini as she undressed.

She raised the nightgown over her head, revealing herself in full to him. Her pussy had a matting of wispy hair. Her stomach was as flat as she had shown and the curves of the belly merely enhanced the sexuality. The breasts, large, rubbed against the fabric as it stretched over the flesh. The caress of fabric against the breasts made her nipples stand to full attention so that when the curtain of the gown rose over the breasts they were signaling their presence to Sunil like a formal salute. .

The breasts themselves were large. Seriously large. And yet, they defied gravity.

She leaned forward to wear the running slacks and her breasts hung down as she did so. Sunil felt a raging hard on and watched in amazement as Nalini then pulled n a low top with a thin strap that went over her shoulder.

It was possibly a size too small; and even if not that, it showed around a third of her breasts on all sides since it was so cut.

"This is what you wear to the gym?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," she replied." You like it?" she asked.

"You look like a bomb shell in that!" he exclaimed.

"Really?" she asked. "No,' she said, wrinkling her nose. That scrunched up nose was her defining feature with her having been compared to the hot star of their years -- Mumtaz.

"But hey! I think you are avoiding the question. What did you mean by 'mess'?"

Sunil thought of his impossibly hard and large cock. When he had removed his underpants, there was a sticky mess, enough to have been the output of a full ejaculation.

He wondered how he was going to describe the physiology and the reactions which caused all this to happen.

"I don't know how to," he said simply.

"You too!" she feigned shock. The impishness and the mischief in her eyes were tantalizing. Sunil felt stupid that he had let this luscious creature out of his orbit at all. "Then I guess I will have to be disappointed!" she said.

Sunil felt the opportunity slipping away.

"Well, you know, a man gets hard?" he said slowly.

"You mean -- down there?" she asked.

"Yes. And then I started to flow as I saw how beautiful you look," he said softly.

"You were ogling me?" she asked, suddenly pulling her nightgown closer as if to hide that impossible-to-hide deep cleavage.

"And you discovered that when?" she asked.

"I realized it soon after I became really hard," he said. Then, "Hey! You don't have to try and cover yourself from me!"

"I will if you try to change the topic. I never knew something like this was even possible. You better explain to me," she said.

He could not bring himself to say "Uncover what you covered!"

But he need not have bothered. He slowly told her how hard he had been. And then? And then that hardness needed to be managed.

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"So did you wake up your wife and do it to her?" she asked.

"No," he lied.

"Then you slept off like that only?" she pushed on.

"No, I managed it," he said.

"How do you manage that?" she asked.

He described how a man masturbates.

She listened and slowly the gown fell open again. Her lips were agape, her mouth seemed wet and Nalini's eye had a gleam.

"well, okay then," she said. "I need to sign off. It is time for him to come for lunch," said Nalini.

She blew him an air kiss. He wanted to ask her for her response to his description of masturbation. Had she no reaction? Did she feel nothing? But she was gone.

The professor's first chore on reaching home was to take a shower. He would then sit down for a round of supper / tiffin which his wife usually kept ready for him, on time. Same time, every day. The professor was thankful for the clockwork manner in which Nalini managed the household routine. So much so that he never questioned her menu.

As a creature of habit he entered the bath as he did every day. He never locked the door for there were only the two of them in the house at any time. His wife on occasion walked in to get something from the bathroom shelf. And neither of them really bothered about the other in the process.

So when the professor heard the door open as he showered he paid no attention to it at all. Nalini seemed to be around for longer than usual, he noticed today. It was a complete surprise and shock for him as he suddenly felt his wife's large soft breasts press into his bare back. Arms came around his chest as she hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

She replied by twisting gently the knobs of his nipples. She before had never treated the professor to this kind of brazen sexual advances. "What have you been reading?" he asked, groaning gently.

Kissing his ear and playing with lobes one hand stayed on his breast, teasing, twisting and turning the nipple playfully and the other hand moved down to the fast rising cock.

The professor was reasonably endowed. Nothing to scoff at; nothing to report either. His erection was ready by the time her hand reached its target. In line with how Sunil had described the manner in which he masturbated, she ringed the cock at the base. Pressing it lightly, she found the erection swell a bit more. Then she placed her palm below the shaft, lifting it gently as if assessing its weight.

She closed her fist around it. For the first time she realized, in all these years, that her fist closed around the trunk of the cock completely. When she stroked him once, for the first time she realized how sensitive a cock could be. She had never really touched him 'down there'. The professor shuddered.

As he shuddered she pulled him closer, holding him tight while he did so.

"You have been looking up something?" he asked, not really bothered about what she might say in reply.

She slid her hand back, pulling his foreskin back till he yelped in his discomfort. She relaxed her grip a little, learning the tricks of the trade by doing. Sunil's instruction had not quite been complete. But when slid up and outward she found she could grip tighter. When sliding back and inwards she needed to balance between grip and movement.

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Soon she had him groaning and fucking her first in rhythm with her movement. She moved her thumb on the head instinctively and found she really had to cling on to the professor for the way he spasmed at that. She now stroked him outward and up hard and fast, inward and down looser and slower and then every stroke she rolled the ball of her thumb over the head.

"Where did you learn this"" groaned the professor, wild with desire. He did not want her to stop at all.

She did not. She fisted him expertly, slowly discovering that the way her hand needed to move was the way his hips moved when she fucked him. Her hand was the cunt for his cock and they moved in rhythm. She had her eyes closed, feeling in fascination the throbbing of his member in her hand like she had never felt in her cunt. She felt the shaking and spasming body with each stroke; the kind she had felt only when he was ready to cum while fucking her.

She had her other hand move down to his cock as well. On hand worked on the head while the other hand worked on the shaft. She coordinated the movements so well that there was no gap between the pleasures delivered by each hand.

The gap in strokes that allowed professor to luxuriate between strokes vanished. The grip on his shaft gave him the pleasure of fucking while the rub on the head gave him the sensation of cumming.

And cum he did. Great gobs of his semen shot out and spattered on the wall. Nalini's instincts took over as she changed the rhythm of her hand to the rhythm of his thrusting. He thrashed about, cumming in large copious amounts, reminding him of his teenager days when he had first masturbated. His wife's instinctively skillful hands delighted him. That she did not let go allowed him to thrust as much as he wanted to.

That she milked him as he came gave him the satisfaction of a full release. He let his body freely jerk and thrash around and was glad she was clinging to him.

The professor was drained completely. He slid to the floor under the still running shower.

Nalini had progressed from being just a passive housewife, to discovering something new about sex and sexuality. Clinically, she moved to the washbasin and cleaned her hands of the semen that she, till the other day considered yucky.

As the professor got up weakly to rinse himself, Nalini left the bath. After quickly donning a caftan, she logged on to Skype and left a message for Sunil: "Yes you are right. Masturbation works on him."

Sunil, was online at the time and his eyes widened as he read the message. Before he could ask what had happened, she had logged out and left.

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Talk and Action Ch. 02

"What was the message you left me on Skype?" he asked Nalini when they met next.

"Oh, that! I masturbated him," she said matter of factly, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sunil's cock leaped at the sexually explicit opening. In past conversations it took him some twenty minutes of idle chatter to get to this point. This was new and held promise. If this was start where could be reach twenty minutes later?

"It works!" she exclaimed with obvious delight.

"Of course it does! Did you think I was fibbing?" he asked.

"No. But there is so much I don't know!" Nalini exclaimed to Sunil over the conversation. She was leaning forward and Sunil could look deep into her cleavage. Her large breasts hung and weighed open the fabric of her blouse. It often occurred to Sunil that Nalini probably did not know how much of her body was on display over Skype.

"Like what?" asked Sunil leading her on. This was his habit. It was always his game to lead her on to discussing her sex life openly. She asked innocent questions. He indulged in descriptions of sex and sexuality. It turned him on and he usually fucked his wife with a special vigor. Or masturbated. What was going to be the direction of today's discussion.

"What is titty-fucking?" she asked. She held her forefinger between her teeth and gave a mischievous smile with a twinkle. She was really her attractive best when she mixed her innocence with her inherent sexuality.

"Where did you hear that?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "You are a professor's wife. Surely this is not in his math book?" he asked laughingly.

"No, just. On the net," she replied defensively.

"And what madam, do you look up on the net?" he asked, laughingly.

"No I didn't use to look up such topics. But masturbation surprised me. It surprised him, too!" she laughed mischievously.

"Did it?" asked Sunil, egging her on.

"Yes," she replied.

"When did you do it, in bed at night?" asked Sunil.

"No, I could not have waited that long. I was eager to find out so I ambushed him in the shower. And I could not have looked him eye to eye doing something so bold. So I caught him from behind," she explained, her face all innocence as she seemed to be relating bland facts.

Sunil could imagine her pressed against him.

"Didn't you get wet?" he asked.

"Yes, but I took my clothes off, na!" she explained. As if on cue she leaned forward and gave him a good look at the deep valley between her breasts. Sunil felt he could not manage his erection any further. Adjusting the camera a bit he pressed his cockhead for some relief.

"Tell me, na?" she implored. He loved it when she pleaded in that loaded tone.

And here a strange feature of their conversation intervened. She would never describe any sexual organs. Any words she used were innocent questions that she put to her friend.

On the other hand all his replies were guarded in the use of descriptions and phrases. He cautiously started with terms that Nalini found acceptable and slowly, as she got involved and turned on, used words that she might have found less acceptable in the initial phases.

"It involves doing what a man does to a woman, but between her breasts," explained Sunil.

"You mean kissing?" asked Nalini.

"You know it means something else," he replied.

"What?" asked Nalini.

"Like making love," he explained.

"You mean - fucking? Fucking the breasts? How does that work?" she asked.

"The same way your fingers worked on the professor's cock," he said.

"But I was able to grip him in my fist. How does this work, titty-fucking?" she asked.

Sunil's thoughts went to the mental image of the lucky professor. He, Sunil worked the wife up and there the professor benefited. Not fair. He decided to bring himself into the conversation more clearly.

"If you were to hold your breasts together, and I were to place myself between them and fuck... then that would be titty-fucking," said Sunil, feeling his cock harden ever more.

"You were to place yourself? Tell me in detail, na?" she begged him.,

"Well, if my cock was nestling between your breasts. And I was fucking you," he said, shifting in his seat as his cock got uncomfortably hard.

"Are you squirming?" she asked.

"And you?" He replied evasively.

"I don't even understand what you are saying. How will doing 'that' between my breasts do anything for either of us?" she asked. The emphasis on the word 'that' was typical of Nalini when she wanted to avoid using a sexually explicit word.

"It can be warm and massages the cock well. Enough of sliding in and out ... and it mimics fucking enough to make the man cum" he told her. This was the conversation he always aimed to have with her. Suggestive, erotic, explicit.

"But where does all that cum go?" she asked, her curiosity quite genuine.

"Where did it go when you masturbated?" he replied with a question of his own. He refused to use the term 'him' to end the sentence. It had to always be Sunil, he had made up his mind.

"At that time some of it shot and hit the wall. Most of it flowed over my hands. Like lava," she said thoughtfully. "Here there is nothing gripping... him." She still hesitated to use the anatomical reference, though she had moved to using the "f" word. There was no other way to communicate she felt.

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"It would spurt over you," he said.

"Over me? Where?" she asked, concerned.

"Over your chest. Your breasts. And if it was me breast fucking you, I would shoot high. Because you are so sexy. You turn me on big time," he said, leaning forward for emphasis.

"Oh my god. What a waste of all that good stuff," she said with a laugh. "You seem to speak with a lot of experience!"

"But her breasts were not as luscious as yours," said Sunil "yours are more voluminous and will feel awesome around my cock," he completed, boldly.

"You!" she exclaimed blushing furiously. Her hand covered the camera. For several seconds it stayed that way. Forgetting that it was only he who could not see her, Sunil stroked his raging erection frantically.

He heard her giggle. "I can see you," she whispered.

It was his turn to blush furiously. "then you know I am not joking," he countered.

"Ok. So you cum. What about the woman, what does she get out of it?" asked the novice, Nalini.

"Making love is the sharing of pleasure, my dear Nalini," said the tutor Sunil. "First you pleasure me, then I pleasure you."

"But how can you pleasure me when you have finished cumming?" she asked.

"We will have to meet for that," he said mysteriously.

"None of that happens here, you know," said Nalini with a pout. "Tell me, na? How will you pleasure me after you have ... Chee!" she said and covered her face.

"That I will tell you only when we meet," he insisted and was firm on that. He had to build up the anticipation and expectation in her. The way he was building up the conversations, clearly he could look forward to a rendezvous.

"Meanwhile?" she asked impishly.

"Meanwhile nothing," he said. "Just that my housemaid will wonder about the mess she finds in my underwear."

"What!" exclaimed Nalini.

"That's what happens every time you talk to me," Sunil said. "My undergarments get... messed up." He chose the words with care. He wanted to tell her that he came. He wanted to describe to her the way he masturbated. But he did not think they had progressed to that point. One day he would get to that. He would tell her. He would make her be suggestive with him while he masturbated. Today, only so much.

"What do you mean by messed up?" she asked.

"My underwear is soaked with my precum," he said.

"How? How is that possible?" she asked.

"Another thing to show you when we meet," said Sunil.

"I still don't understand what it can do for the woman," said Nalini. "Anyway, I need to cook. Professor will be home for lunch."

"Does he come home for lunch every day or is today something special?" asked Sunil.

"Oh, every day," she said.

"That means, every day... he gets to fuck you in the afternoon?" he asked. He constantly showed a voyeuristic interest in her sex life. That was the main agenda for his conversations.

"No, baba! We are not like that!" she replied. "I have to go now," she said. She got up and left.

But she left the webcam on. Perhaps she forgot. But she did not end the conversation as she normally did with a goodbye. So Sunil did not sign off, waiting for her final bye.

Nalini normally insisted on romantic good byes. There was something alluring about the mix of innocence regarding sex and the charm of her romantic overtures.

Sunil felt time and again, that if he got together with Nalini he would have a chance to show her his prowess at pleasuring a woman.

She seemed to so much of a novice, responding only to whatever her husband did. He would love to show her how much pleasure a man could actually deliver.

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While waiting for Nalini to reappear on the screen for the final goodbye, Sunil imagined him with her in various ways. And he was jolted out of this reverie by the Nalini's voice: "So, how often do you masturbate thinking of me?" he heard her voice demanding.

He thought she was asking him. But she was not. He could not see any one on screen.

"Come here, come here!" he heard her commanding someone. He could not see either of them.

She shuffled into the room, with a young man following.

"You are sir's research student and you lech his wife?" she asked severely.

The student stammered, "No, ma'am!"

Research student meant he must be around twenty years of age, thought Sunil.

Nalini's breasts, filling her blouse to the maximum, nipples pushing through the fabric were clearly visible to Sunil. He thought he saw her adjust her saree to show more of her breast to the young man. He could see her nipple clearly pushing out. What was Nalini doing? He wanted to warn her that she was possibly visible to the student.

But what she did next stunned him. She reached out and touched the front of the student's jeans.

"Lying!" she pronounced. "This," she said, stroking the area, "is a dead giveaway, young man," she said.

"No!" said the young man and stepped back, outside the frame of Sunil's view. She held on by the buckle of his belt and pulled him back in.

In one deft move she slipped her other hand through the top and felt within. Her first and middle finger snared the cock trapped within the underwear. She felt the slimey precum in there.

She pulled her hand out and rubbed her fingers together. "This," she said accusingly, "You cannot deny."

"I am sorry, ma'am!" the student stammered. "Please don't tell sir! I will lose my research fellowship."

"First tell me, what makes this happen?" she asked. "Is it my breasts? Do you watch my breasts?" she asked.

He shook his head in the negative.

"Are you saying my breasts are not sexy or attractive to you," she asked.

Sunil felt his cock harden nicely. Nalini's voice was seductive in its tone.

The student shook his head in the negative.

"No they are not, or no they are?" she asked unrelenting. She leaned over him and let her breasts hang over his face., confined as they were in her blouse. The young man licked his lips. He was nervous and he was hungry for the professor's sexy wife. And she was making an exhibit of herself.

He did not know how to reply.

"No woman likes to be told she is unattractive, understand?" said Nalini sternly.

He nodded.

"Let me tell you a few more things about a woman, young man!" she said firmly. She pushed him back on the bed. The camera was directly behind the youngster and Nalini was facing Sunil on the camera.

She let her pallo drop and her breasts were bulging through the inadequate blouse. It was in the direction of Sunil and the student at the same time. Just that the student was nearer and in front of her, and Sunil was just behind and in the virtual world.

Both Sunil and the student could see the breasts rising and falling. The nipples were jutting and poking through the fabric.

"Oh, hello," she said, a severe look on her face. "These," she gently held up the melon like breasts upward, as if offering them to the student, "are part of a woman's womanhood. She likes to be told they are lovely. She likes guys to watch them. And if you have a hard on because of these, that is okay. Understood?"

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The young man nodded, unsure of what to say next.

"But, you cannot go around with a hard on for every nice pair of tits you see on the street. Do you know why that happens?" she asked.

The student shook his head in the negative.

"A woman is a mystery to you guys. If all your life you go behind your professor, you will turn out to be good at nothing else, for nothing else," she said.

"I won't," stammered the student, eyes on the luscious breasts within his kissing distance. His throat felt dry and he felt thirsty as if those breasts were to feed him.

"You won't what?" asked Nalini.

"I won't go around like this," he said lamely.

"Like this?" she asked, reaching within and pressing his even messier underwear inside the trouser. "Look at the mess you have made of yourself," she said severely. "How will you concentrate on your work like this?"

The boy convulsed as the woman pressed the hard penis in its trappings but did nothing else and nothing further.

"Useless fellows," she pronounced. "Get over this and focus on your work," she said.

"Here," she said and to the shock of both the student and Sunil, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse popped open. Large brown breasts plopped out, relieved to be released from their confines. Nipples stood up and out like little penises. They were large.

She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts.

"It is not enough to want them. You should know how to make a woman feel good!" she said. The boy held the breasts and felt their weight. Instinctively, his thumbs reached for the nipples and he toggled them.

"Good!" she said encouragingly. "Feel them nicely. Then alone will you stop fantasizing about these with every woman you see on the street!"

The student pressed the professor's wife's large breasts. They were warm, inviting and instinctively he leaned forward and kissed the nipple, taking it into his mouth.

She moaned and put her hand behind his head to encourage him. She held him firmly but gently, and with her other hand fed him her breast. She rocked gently, her nipple and breast pressing in and out so that she mimicked the act of lactating and feeding him.

The boy sucked with a fervor that pleased Nalini. "Yes!" she hissed. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. It was impossible for Sunil to know if she was aware of the camera being on or not. But he knew that the woman chatting with him till a few moments ago was not likely to be the woman he was seeing now.

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"Yes, suck them like you are feeding on me," she urged him. He put his arms around her to draw her closer. She climbed on the bed her knees on either side of him. She slapped his face with her breasts now. "Treat them good," she implored him.

She need not have. He was not about to let go of her. He had never been with a woman and here was his professor's wife asking to be fondled. He sucked and tugged with a gusto. In fact, he felt that perhaps some fluid had escaped those loaded nipples but he could not be sure.

Sunil could not resist pulling his own cock out of his pants as it at had become impossibly painful in the constrained space. He stroked himself as his eyes stayed fixed on Nalini's large breasts.

She forced the student to turn his attention to her other breast. And fed him from that nipple too. Then back and forth to make sure both were fully attended.

Then she pushed him back on the bed. She leaned forward and her breasts were hanging over the prone young man.

"Breasts," she said breathlessly, "can do more than feed, you know!" she said. She slid down the bed and undid the jeans. She pulled it down. She noticed his soppy wet underwear and gently pulled it to let out his erect cock without hurting him.

The cock bobbed up. Rearing up to its full splendor. The student felt his cock buzzing with energy and arousal. He tried to reach for but she slapped his hands back.

She kissed the bulging cockhead and it leaped upward. She laughed and pulled back. She allowed saliva to fill her mouth and slid her mouth down the cock. The cock was now smeared fully with her saliva.

The boy groaned loudly clutching the sheets. Sunil stroked his cock furiously imagining Nalini's lips were on him.

"Now watch," she said looking up at the boy. Sunil thought she made eye contact with the camera but he could not be sure. Surely Nalini knew the camera was on? Or did she not?

She moved her body forward and her breasts toyed with the cock, nudging and prodding it.

She rolled over and invited the boy to straddle her. Holding her breasts together she trapped his cock between her breasts. His cock felt enveloped by the wet warmth between those luscious mounds. Till now he hand only felt his own hand. It now felt inadequate in comparison to the rich feel of her breasts. The student groaned in pleasure and bucked once but did not know more.

"Fuck my breasts," she hissed. His eyes widened in shock as he heard his professor's wife say the "f" word.

She slid her chest up and down to create that friction around his thick and turgid shaft. He groaned as he realized the purpose of her saliva on his cock. It was to lubricate the grinding of his cock against her breasts. With a few strokes his cock generated cum of his own and soon her breasts were a slick mess.

She held the mounds together, watching with beady, slutty eyes as the cock head reared up when he thrust.

"Yes, like that," she encouraged him. Sunil's hands flew over his cock as he watched the student's cock bulge as it protruded over the mounds of flesh towards Nalini's face.

She leaned forward a bit to kiss the head. "Go, go!" she urged him.

The young man concentrated on the vision of his cock between the mounds of warm slick flesh. He pumped his cock and watched it redden. He took in the sight of this mature lovely woman kissing his cock time and again. He felt the urge to release - it felt different from all the times he had masturbated.

"Ma'am, ma'am!" he stammered nervously. Nalini knew instinctively what that was about.

"Mmm, mmm," she encouraged him, urging him on. And in case he had any doubts or any difficulties she formed a "o" with her mouth. Leaning forward, she allowed his thrusting cock to cannon into her mouth. The head of his cock thrust through and her lips gave him the extra pleasure he needed to cum.

"Come on," she whispered huskily between thrusts. "Come, come, come!" she urged him.

She knew that the critical area of the cock that needed to be stimulated to release lay around the head. She did not bother with throating him. She held breasts together and exerted herself in stretching and bending to mouth his cockhead.

The wild thrusting told her it was coming. She urged him on with throaty "mmm"s. Sunil felt himself losing it at the sight of this woman giving the lucky young student the first sexual experience of his life.

Both he and the student came together. His hands flooded over with his own cum as he saw the student squirt gobs of semen over Nalini. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes. The boy spattered on her chest and on her chin. She moved her face to one side to avoid being plastered by him. He thrust and flailed as he took his pleasure from the channel between her breasts.

As he lurched again and again, she placed her hand at the top of her cleavage and captured the lurching cock in her fist. She then fisted him to a finish... the boy gagged and thrashed around as he felt her hand gripping him tightly and milk him dry.

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He collapsed on her even as she refused to yield her grip on the semen spewing cock.

They were all three a mess. She from his having cum all over her. He with her saliva and his own cum. And Sunil - had cum in great gobs as if he were a first timer.

Nalini luxuriated in the idea of having successfully seduced her husband's student to his first sexual experience with a woman. She had enjoyed the breast fucking and seemed to need nothing more sexual than the knowledge of her conquest. She knew her pussy was soaked and could do with a fucking. But she didn't need so desperately. She also knew that her friend Sunil had seen her in full flow.

She pushed the young man off her.

"Go," she ordered him and turned her back on him, coaxing her breasts back into her unwilling blouse.

The boy pulled up his jeans and stuffed his still erect cock back in. He looked at the back of the woman and knew he had been dismissed from her presence. Sunil still was stroking his cock when Nalini turned toward the computer. He could see the gobs on her which needed cleaning up. She did not look up. But her hand reached out and switched off the camera; so she had to have known that he was watching.

Nalini made plans for fucking her professor husband mindless as soon as he returned. First fucking, then and only then lunch, she decided. She would ride him today. She wanted to be in control today. It was very much the flavor of the day.

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Talk and Action Ch. 03

"But you must tell me!" she demanded.

The last time they had chatted, she had asked about breast-fucking. When Shyam described it to her, she wanted to know what it did for the woman. Shyam had said he would let know when they met. He had said he would show her.

But there was no date or plan to their meeting.

Shyam now had serious doubts about the innocence that Nalini portrayed. She had made him an unwitting (or was it planned?) viewer to her seduction of one of her husband's research student. At one point she had professed innocence about anything more than the basics of sex. The last time she had asked about 'titty fucking' and then proceeded to have the new student fuck her breasts till he came. She made him cum. Like an expert she mouthed his cock at each of his thrusts.

And now she was back to asking him her previous question: how could a guy who had just cum pleasure a woman in exchange for the breast fuck she had given him?

"I do not need 'that' to give you pleasure," he said.

"What do you mean by 'that'? Say 'cock' - you used that word last time, na?" she said mischievously.

"Yes, cock. I do not need my cock to pleasure you," he said.

"then, how?" she asked.

"My tongue," he replied.

"Your tongue?" she asked incredulously. "Where? 'There'?" she asked in wonderment.

He nodded. Once again his cock twitched as it sprang to life. His eyes latched on to the breasts barely contained in the sports t-shirt. Nalini had just returned from the gym. Her top was soaked and left nothing to imagination. Heavy, luscious and long, grape-like nipples poking through. Those nipples - seemed in a permanently erect state. He thought of the guys in the gym and how they must feel with this woman in their midst every day.

"There," he confirmed.

"But how? Don't you need to be long and ... and ... hard?" she asked covering her face in shyness.

"I need to supple and pliable to be able to stroke and arouse you in the right places. I do not have to enter you the way you are imagining," he said.

"But don't you have to," she started to ask and then wondered how to say it without sounding unlady like. "Enter me?" she completed her sentence triumphantly. "Especially if I am to cum?"

"My tongue can probe you there. It can stroke your lips down there. And then... there is a place at the top of your pussy... let me there. I will find the spot and make it tingle with pleasure for you," he promised her.

"Oh, Shyam!" she shivered. Shyam was thrilled to see her physical reaction to his words. If he did then actually touch her, how might she react? "I cannot let you do such things to me," she protested.

"But you will. Once you feel my tongue stroke you, you will. You will even spread your legs wider to let me in as far as possible," he said.

His cock was back to its aching fullness; a fullness that only she seemed capable of arousing.

"And then?" she wanted to know.

"And then you will cum, much like a man," he said. "Do you squirt? I would like that very much," he asked.

"What does it mean? To 'squirt'?" she wondered aloud.

"It means that you ejaculate like a man when you orgasm," he said,. Hoping that she could not see, he pressed on his cock with the base of his palm.

"Only men release like that," she said.

"No. You will ejaculate. With me," he insisted. "Have you ever experienced an orgasm?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I think I know what you mean."

He felt his cock lose some of its hardness. This was not expected. He wanted her to know all and everything about sex only from him. But she claimed to have experienced orgasms.

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"But you do not know about ejaculation?" he asked, clinging on to his point of hope.

"No," she replied firmly. "You come. Make me experience everything!"

He felt good at that. "I will come," he promised, not knowing how he would make good on that assurance.

"Chalo, bye," she said abruptly. "I have to go."

She did not switch off her computer. This was becoming a pattern with her. But this time, there was no immediate action.

Shyam switched to some work leaving Skype on in the background. It was in the late afternoon that he heard some noises that were unusual. A young man was in the bedroom again. The male voice was aggressive this time.

"Nalini ma'am. I need you," insisted the voice.

Shyam shut the door to his workroom and switched screens. Nalini had her back to the camera. In front of her was a young man, not unlike the fellow he had seen the previous day.

"Your breasts felt wonderful around me. But, please. Let me make love to you? Please let me have some of you?"

"Love to me?" she said mockingly. "I just gave you some pleasure, okay? Don't get confused with funny ideas of love."

His hands appeared on her shoulders. He seemed to press on them to pull her to him. But she did not let him.

"You cannot get pleasure each time. Sometimes you have to give pleasure, too!" she ordered him.

To the uninitiated student, pleasuring her meant only one thing. The student thought of mounting her, hands and mouth on her breasts, his own cock deeply embedded in her. Her hot bubbly cunt grabbing at him. The memories of her large breasts in his hands, lips and then, forming a channel for his cock were indelibly etched in his mind. From that day, he had unceasingly looked for the next opportunity. Unceasingly masturbated to her memory. Imagined her breasts, her tight ass, and her flat stomach and the way it dipped below.

But she kept things in tight control. He got no opportunity. Finally, he had contrived some work to be here today. He wanted to fuck. He felt passionate about her. "I love you," he mumbled.

She laughed. Her voice was sexy and her laugh sounded even sexier. "You think you love me. You actually love the experience of being with me," she said.

"But I want you," he stammered. She nodded in affirmation. But she had her newest lesson in mind.

From where Shyam was he could see hands on her shoulders. The hands disappeared and from the way Nalini was moving her head he thought the student was massaging those large mounds. He heard her laugh. Then she turned around. She was now facing the camera.

She tugged at her saree so that it fell in a heap at her feet. The young man came up behind her and put his arms around, cupping her so loved breasts. She did not stop him. His fingers searched out her nipples and he twiddles on those long knobs. He kissed her neck and she gave herself to the momentary pleasure of his ministrations.

But as she did so, her hands were busy. Shyam's eyes widened as she undid the cord of her petticoat and she pushed the garment over the wide curve of her hips. The young man closed the gap between them and dry humped her from behind, his hands using the breasts as handles to grip.

She turned around slowly. Shyam saw the tight, taut abdomen dip as the body contoured to the valley below, like a beach dipping into an ocean. And then the flare of her hips: wide and welcoming, just the kind of hips any man would like to sink in to.

She was now facing him. The student ducked to suck at her breasts but she had her blouse on. She sat down. He moved closer. She did not touch him. He kissed the top of her head. She leaned back and lay down. The young man found her lying agape in front of him at the edge of the bed. He reached for his trousers to open and unleash his throbbing cock. The goal was near! It grew impossibly large in anticipation.

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She reached for his hands. He stopped unbuttoning his pants and allowed her to take his hands. She pulled him down. He was kneeling in front of her, on the floor. He looked up at her. He was unsure about what she wanted. But she had no such doubts.

She raised her legs and dropped them on his shoulders. She pulled him closer so that inevitably, he found himself staring at her pussy. She pulled him and commanded, "Lick!"

He looked up at her. From where Shyam was , he could see the bewilderment in his eyes, Nalini's up thrust breasts encased in the blouse and Nalini looking down on the boy.

She caught his hair in her hand roughly pushed him down. "Lick!" she commanded. The boy held out his tongue as he neared her pussy. The acrid, acid initial taste on his tongue was difficult to manage. She moved her hips, rubbing her cunt on his face. He lashed out at her pussy like it was a combat between his mouth and her cunt.

"Yes," she hissed encouragingly. Shyam could see her fucking with her hips and moving it in waves. From where he was it seemed as if she was fucking a phantom, a ghost. Her hips were that insistent. Her body was moving in waves. But he could not see the student whose face was buried in between her legs.

"Broaden your tongue," she instructed him. He did. She felt the width of his tongue. Unable to penetrate it lay flat against her pussy lips. "Now, lick!" The student obeyed and within a few strokes was rewarded as the initial pungent odor was replaced by an aromatic flow. Her juices poured as the virile woman's demands and needs soared.

She groaned. She threw her head back and Shyam could see her eyes. Just when he thought she made eye contact, the eyes closed. She was grinding herself. Her body was moving in waves.

She fucked his face. The student's saliva poured out of his mouth as his tongue ached. He paused.

"Fuck me!" she said roughly. He tried to get up. She held his head in place firmly. "With your tongue, with your tongue!" she pleaded.

He pointed his tongue and probed the gaping cunt as far as it would go.

"Haah!" she moaned. She held his head and hammered it in to her pussy. The boy did the best he could. He had never imagined eating a woman's pussy much less his professor's wife's. When she fucked, his nose, his chin, his tongue were all involved.

Then she said something which made Shyam think that she had been putting him on during the conversation. "Find the thin slab of flesh on the top. On the top! On the top!" she grunted in excitement.

When he proved inadequate to the task she reached below with both hands. One hand held the pussy lips wider apart. With the other she grabbed at the end of his tongue and brought it into contact with the clit.

"This, this, this!" Shyam heard her as she babbled. "Flick, flick your tongue," she ordered.

Quickly her hand went back to his head to hold him in place. His cock was swollen beyond imagination. His desire for her was at a high. He needed to fuck her. But none of that mattered to Nalini. He was her slave for now.

He followed her orders and flicked at the slick knob he now felt out with his tongue. Her body replied with tremors. That taught him where to focus and he set down to the task with fervor to please his lover, this exotic woman.

"Oh! Yes!" she exulted. Her body vibrated and thrashed. She grabbed one of his hands, both of which were holding her thighs apart.

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"Shove this in," she rasped, showing him where. "Keep the tongue working!"

"But my fingers are pointing upward," he said, his lips, nose, chin, glistening and dripping with his saliva and her outpourings.

"Yes, upward. Thrust!" she begged him and pushed his head back where it belonged. "Fuck with your fingers. Tongue me! Together!" She could barely speak as she gasped out the instructions.

He thrust his fingers and found them quickly drenched and her juices running down into his palm. He opened his mouth to give relief to his tongue and used the gap to grab at her lips with his mouth.

"Oh yes!" she wailed. Her body started to thrash and buck with a new vigor. "Don't stop! Don't! Don't! Don't!" she pleaded.

He was not going to. With his free hand he reached up and gripped one breast. This, Shyam could see. He could see the head of the student, the stomach fluttering, the large breasts and her head thrashing from side to side.

In an inspired moment the student stopped fucking her with his fingers. Allowing them to remain deeply embedded, his wiggled his fingers inside the pussy.

She lost control of herself. "Yes!" she hissed and conveyed her approval and pleasure. Her body heaved and thrashed as her orgasm ripped through her. He found it tough to stay focused with his tongue and fingers but her grip on him only tightened to keep them in place.

She rammed herself on his face and rubbed herself all over him as she came. And she surprised the young man when an amber like fluid shot out of her in a torrent. She flooded him. He instinctively knew it was some other fluid from its fragrant aroma. He continued to wiggle his fingers alternating them with a fucking motion. His tongue stayed on its target.

She came like a man. Each thrust resulted in squirt or a surge. Her hips bucked with each release. She continued to thrust, again and again and again. His hand was on her flat stomach trying to hold her down and control her.

AS the waves receded, she came back to her sense. Slowly and luxuriously she rubbed herself up and down on the face, nose, chin and the tongue that was serving her so well.

The young man stood up to undo his trousers and fuck her. She lifted her leg and placed it on his torso. Her leg held him back. "Go!" she ordered him.

He hesitated. Her body was prone before him. The glistening vale between her legs was visible to him. Within lay the treasure he so desperately sought. And then those glorious breasts. And she looked even lovelier with her hair in disarray spread on the bed.

"If you want more later and again, go now," she said, the resoluteness in her voice conveying the message.

He left.

She sighed her deep satisfaction and stretched and moved on the sheets of her bed.

Lazily she turned towards the laptop. Her breasts hung and the tips rested on the bed. He saw her mangalsutra, the emblem of her married status.

She reached out to the keyboard and typed, "I learned how to get pleasure without getting... fucked."

As always, without waiting for his reply, she logged off.

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Talk and Action Ch. 04

Sunil masturbated furiously. Several times a day. And given his age, he surprised himself with the copious amounts of cum that spurted out each time.

In addition he fucked his wife at least once a day. That woman was surprised and after an initial period of excitement at her husband's new found vigor found herself ragged with the frequency and the intensity. He sucked her to orgasms, then insisted on fucking her and took longer to cum than she was used to. It was obviously because of the number of times he additionally masturbated but she had no knowledge of that.

All because of Nalini. In chat with Sunil, his pal from school years was the picture of innocence. As a woman, she was sexy what with all her gym sessions and fitness. And something in their chat seemed to have unleashed her desire - and she had become a lusty, hungry, pleasure-seeking woman.

"I have to catch up, you know!" she explained her feelings to Sunil, her school days friend; the only person with whom she could really be so open. But she did not explicitly tell him how she was engaging in the catch up.

She did confess to having caught her professor-husband in the shower and masturbated him. She said that Sunil's description of masturbation had made her curious and she had never before paid attention to the male organ and its pleasure giving properties in absolute terms. Whatever happened, according to her, happened between man and woman while fucking and she knew nothing else of stimulating one another outside of that.

In fact, she and her band of friends in school did not even know what sex was. She told Sunil that the reason they moved as far apart while crossing boys was because they believed that brushing a boy could cause pregnancy. For a woman for whom sex itself was a revelation, masturbation, foreplay and other forms of pleasure were complete news.

And that was what Sunil found incredible and exciting. This naivety in Nalini was why she was careless in covering her body. Her sexy body and breasts on display were a turn on in any case.

In addition, the things Nalini allowed him to see and the bold adventures she engaged in with some of the professor's twenty-year old research associates and students were incredible.

Without telling him or acknowledging it, she treated him to a full view of one student breast-fucking her. And then she discovered how intense a woman's orgasm could be without even being fucked. She had let Sunil watch that as well. The student tongued his professor's wife to a squirting orgasm.

All in all, it proved to be a voyeuristic bonanza for Sunil. This far exceeded his modest goal of having a woman friend with whom he could engage in suggestive talk. He now started making plans to visit the university where she lived. He felt that whatever the professor was getting from his wanton wife and what the youngsters seemed to be getting invited to were the fruits of his efforts on Nalini. He felt entitled to being the recipient of Nalini's sexual advances rather than those other undeserving persons.

But none of what she actually did were open for discussion. She did not leave the computer in a strategic spot with the camera on when she tried out ideas on her husband. She felt that theirs was a sacred relationship within the marriage that Sunil ought not to intrude on. It was okay to sharing what happened with him in much the way that a patient shares facts with a doctor or counselor.

And yet, the same 'marriage worshipping' woman, aggressively seduced and did things with the research student and put it on display for her friend Sunil. But she did not talk about it or explicitly mention it in her conversations for that too, to her mind, was sacrilegious.

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This was the bundle of contradictions that Sunil did not get. As he masturbated to his fantasies of her, he kept reminding himself that he was not here to psycho analyze her but just to get his enjoyment out of the situation.

And today's chat was no different from any other day.

"So tell me: the male organ responds in the same way no matter how stimulated?" she asked. "Whether it is I, his own hand, my hand, my lips or anything else?"

"Yes," he replied. "Lips? Did you try out with your mouth?" he asked. He felt desire, excitement and jealousy all at the same time. He wanted to have her mouth him. But he was also interested that she would do that and share it with him.

"Oho, you always distract me!" she complained childishly.

"Tell me, na! Suppose, I was on top rather than him being on top, would it make any difference?" she wondered.

"Not to his cumming," he said.

"Then to what does it make any difference? Does it mean that there is a lesser chance of getting pregnant?" she asked.

"No. If you fuck me from on-top, I might shoot so hard and deep into you that you will get pregnant anyway. I feel that intensely about you," said Sunil, as usual working on her from his own narrow point of view. He tried to make himself the other person in her discussion as a means of suggesting sex to her. According to him, each such reference improved his chances of actually eventually fucking her.

"Will I feel any different?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, you will. I will touch you, fill you from a completely different angle. You can feel me in different places inside your..." he said, hesitating and thinking about whether he should use explicit words here. He usually paused, allowing her to take a lead.

She did. He thought she was taking the bait. But it could just as well have been him baiting her.

"Inside where, Sunil?" she asked. Adding his name to the question made it very suggestive, exciting.

"Inside your..." he paused again. It was a very thin line, between seduction and offending.

"Say it, na," she pushed him. This was the tone of voice which led him to believe that she was all ready to be seduced and a complete novice.

"Your cunt. Feel me inside your cunt," he said. There was a long silence. "Are you offended?" he asked.

"No," she said. "No. Why should I be? I was just thinking," she replied.

"Thinking what?" he asked.

"How it would feel to be like that," she said.

"You mean how would it feel to be on top of me," he insisted.

"Hm. Ya," she replied somewhat absently. "Does that give me control?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes it does," he said. "You can fuck me faster or slower. You can choose the angle which gives you the maximum pleasure. You can choose cadence, rhythm, speed..."

"You make it sound lyrical," she exclaimed.

"Making love to me is like that. Lyrical. Beautiful. You should try it sometime," he said. And then he held his breath. He wanted to see her reaction. He wanted her to say 'Yes, Sunil. I am aching to fuck you. And yes, I will be on top.'

Instead her mind was on the next available opportunity to fuck. It would have to be professor. There was no way she was going to let the student fuck her. He was not to be allowed in 'there'. She made up her mind to try be on top at the next opportunity.

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And her marriage was not something into which Sunil was going to be allowed.

"It is time for him to be home," she said in a business like tone. Sunil thought she would keep the camera on.

Instead she turned off the computer after a cursory 'bye' and blowing him kisses. She did tell him that she loved him for bringing out the woman in her and he would always hold that special place in her heart.

After that first time when she invaded his bath and masturbated him to a finish mercilessly, the professor waited for the next time she did that. She did not. Today, he wanted to feel that pleasure. He took it upon himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined his wife's sumptuous breasts pressed against his back. He reached down as his cock rose to its full proportions. He stroked himself the way his wife had. And then, he found that insufficient. He felt this thoughts intruded upon. In his minds eye flashed his newest research assistant a pert young post-graduate student, Sheela.

Sheela was a twenty-something who had just joined his department recently. She did not seem to take particular care in how she carried herself. She showed cleavage and on occasion had leaned on the professor. He felt her breasts, hard and firm on his arm. She was not as buxom as his own Nalini. No one could have such fabulous breasts, if size is what mattered. Proud and uplifted too, from all the gymming.

But for hardness - Sheela captured his imagination. And from that imagination she popped into his mind as he caressed himself to provoke an orgasm. He felt the extra hardness and sighed. He masturbated as he always did in his teenage days - hard and fast.

He groaned as he came and spattered on the wall in the first shot and then flooded over his own fist in nice, generous gobs. He enjoyed the aftershocks, rubbing his thumb over the zone in his cockhead that gave him extra jerks. Only a man himself could know that finer detail about his own pleasured. He luxuriated in that for as long as the tremors happened. And then as his cock shrank, it came to an end.

He was sitting on his bed, about to get into his house clothes after the shower when Nalini came up behind him. She had knelt on the bed and waddled up to him. She was nude. He found that out when she hugged him from behind. The bare breasts cushioned into his back.

She reached down for his cock. She wanted him. An experiment was on. The small knob of the recently receded cock did not really surprise her. It surprised him that she had reached for him - something that rarely happened in all these years. What did surprise her was the complete lack of reaction from his cock as she rubbed the knob of flesh - no reaction at all.

She pulled him back and made him lie flat on his back. She sat on his abdomen facing him. The professor felt the prickly hair from her triangle on his stomach. She gently rocked back and forth. And slowly moved back. She felt his still 'knob only' jut of flesh against her ass. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts.

The professor was dumbstruck at this new avatar of his wife of many years. She had indeed surprised him in the shower the other day - but one swallow makes a summer not. She on top, and asking to be caressed established the fact that she had changed.

She had changed so much as to feel seductive enough in catching his jut between her buttocks and wiggle to get a response from him. She had no way of knowing that he had just cum to fantasy in which Nalini and the new student Sheela alternately flashed in his mind.

She shimmied further back and her breasts went out of his reach. He watched as his wife leaned forward. Her hair fell forward and covered the precise moment when her lips closed on the unresponsive cock. She lipped him. Sucking and sliding the jut of flesh in and out of her lips. She smiled as she felt a first tremor. There was now a little more flesh to suck in and out and she pushed her saliva on to the emerging cock to work it further.

Soon, a mere movement of lips was not sufficient. She needed to move her head to have her mouth slide on the cock. When the professor reached down to lift the curtain of her hair, she felt an extra swelling in the cock. This was the impact of him seeing his wife's cheeks and wet lips work on him. She was being whorish in pleasuring him, he thought. And that brought him to an erection that satisfied Nalini as adequate.

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Building on her past experience of mouthing that student, she took it a step further by ringing the base of the cock with her fingers. Holding the skin back as she bobbed her mouth up and down created a momentary swelling in the cockhead. At this point, the ache in her cunt dictated the next move and she removed her wet, warm mouth from the cock just as the professor started to feel like fucking the mouth.

He held her head down and thrust up into her mouth - wanting that mouth and the sluttishness to go further. Nalini gave him the pleasure he needed. The salty taste that spread in her mouth pleased her. She started to realize some of the ideas that her friend Sunil talked about. The feel of a full cock in her mouth, the taste of her husband's precum, the thrill she felt when he lifted her hair to watch the mouth on the cock.

Sunil was so right! There was more to pleasure than just the cock and the cunt fucking. Why had she not met Sunil before? And why was it not Sunil? And no doubt, her being on top was going to give its own rewards like everything else Sunil had told her.

She remembered the last time she had handled a cock. The channel between her breasts had been slick and moist with the student's precum. She remembered the shape of her lips which she employed to get at the head of his cock when it reared up at the top of her breasts. She resolved to do that with her husband now.

She paused the 'o' of her mouth on the now-swollen head and allowed the professor to fuck her mouth as his urges took over. A surge of fluid from his cock indicated that man was ready - ready to be mounted. The professor groaned as the fluid escaped his hard on and he paused. In that pause, Nalini, her mouth streaked with fluids she had just sampled rose to straddle her amazed husband.

Holding the cock carefully, she raised on leg to carefully trap it between her legs. The head prised open her obliging cunt lips and she joined the professor as they both grunted in satisfaction. She from the filling of the aching void; he from the wet warm caress on his shaft as she allowed to cunt to sheath the cock.

Her natural position was to be leaning forward as she slid down. She now felt the cock fill her in her womb. She leaned back to enjoy the sensation of being impaled on his cock. She luxuriated in the fullness she felt from having him up in her. She moved very little. Her eyes were closed and she was picture of intense concentration as she put her mind to the presence inside of her.

He on the other hand wanted movement. The sliding on the shaft of his cock was all-important for his pleasure at the moment. She ignored him. Slowly she rocked back and forth gently, feeling all the spaces his cock massaged. The rocking increased in range as she went and forth... more and more. Professor groaned from the pleasure of his cock being yanked up as well as down, and the movement in and out that resulted from the rocking.

Then suddenly, she started to fuck up and down. It was like a train gathering momentum. She was actually experimenting in every direction of movement, every rhythm, every cadence. After completing forward and back she started up and down. Initially slowly and then faster. As she increased the speed she let herself drop fully. The professor let out a low howl of pleasure as his wife rode him with no mercy. She enjoyed the upward thrust of his cock. As she sat down on him full and firm, his cock came unsheathed and when deep inside, up her, the unsheathing caused the head to bulge. She shivered in pleasure each time it bulged.

She came with in a series of shudders, flooding down on the cock. Then she opened her eyes. She smiled down at the supine professor. She took his hands to her breasts and leaning forward to put her weight partially on his hands, she raised her hips a little bit. It was her intention to make the man cum. She moved her hips up and down at a rapid pace fucking him with rhythm; the rhythm that Sunil spoke of.

The methodic fucking caused her own pussy to explode again but the professor, while feeling intensely pleasured, failed to cum. Nalini did not know that he had only just spilled his seed about half an hour ago. The professor felt the delay in his orgasm but was not about to confess to his wife that he had just masturbated.

Nalini paced herself and slowly felt perspiration running down her breasts and off her forehead, dripping on to the thrashing professor under her. He was thrashing and clearly enjoying himself - but not releasing.