Adultery Our Second Dirty Weekend by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Our Second Dirty Weekend

Written by indian_exec2000

Author's Note: Please read "Our Dirty Weekend" and "Our Mid Morning Tryst" to better enjoy this story. Also, please send your comments, feedback and votes.

I hope my muse will send her feedback too.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I am a senior executive working for a reputed multinational company. I am in my fifties. I am tall, well built and have a distinguished personality. I am fit, active & healthy, with a strong libido and a keen eye for members of the opposite sex. My kids are grown up & studying abroad.


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You are a young, healthy, mature girl in your early thirties. You are of medium height, fair and plump, with a nicely rounded figure. Ever since you hit puberty, you have been aware of your sexuality. You've always liked to wear fashionable, attractive apparel that is just a little more daring than what other girls from your conservative upper middle class background would choose. You are in fact a closet exhibitionist, something you didn't know till we met.

You are keenly sensitive to the reactions you evoke in members of the opposite sex and love to be the center of their attention. You feel a shiver of excitement whenever you see a man staring at your curvaceous body; although you take care to feign indifference, not revealing your true feelings. You've been married for several years and have a young kid. The initial excitement of marriage has long since worn off, replaced by the monotony of a humdrum wedded life in a sleepy small town. Your hubby is a nice man, but isn't exactly one to sweep a girl off her feet. You long for a bit of excitement, to experience the thrill of a chase, to have an attractive man fall for you and perhaps to seduce you. In short, you are ripe for a fling...

Opportunity knocks when your hubby goes off to the US on a six month assignment. Your mother agrees to look after your kid as you move to Mumbai to try for an opening in the TV industry as a scriptwriter; you have always had a flair for writing. You stay with your aunt and her hubby. They are a childless working couple, staying in an apartment right across mine.

Sparks fly between us the moment we set our eyes on each other. You are unable to control yourself as your inhibitions dissolve and you flirt outrageously. Almost inevitably, we drift into an affair. We have our first tryst in your aunt's apartment and later, we spend a dirty weekend together...

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It's been almost eight weeks since we spent a weekend together. I've been busy in the meantime. I've just returned from a fortnight long business tour of Europe & have thereafter been up to my neck in hectic rounds of meetings & consultations. Nevertheless, I can't forget the thrill of our illicit liaison. During odd moments of respite, I catch myself getting an erection as I remember your hot young body writhing under me and your throaty moans as I pound your pussy senseless. I'd love to get inside your pants again & wonder when I can get an opportunity...

Since we are next door neighbors, we've met a few times in the lobby or downstairs in the compound. But every time you've averted your eyes while walking past me, in stark contrast with the flirtatious small talk that we used to exchange in the past. It seems you've been avoiding me. I wonder why...

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You too have been busy in the interregnum. Your efforts to develop contacts in the TV industry have started bearing fruit. You are hoping to get some work soon. But in spite of these preoccupations, you too cannot get our liaison out of your system. You sometimes lie awake in bed, remembering the intense peaks of pleasure you've experienced at my hands, your fingers stroking your clit in an effort to re-live those moments. You realize you might be getting hooked. You want to break loose & decide not to let our affair continue. To keep you even busier, you join a gym and work out vigorously for an hour thrice a week. The results soon show; you lose 3-4 kilos, your skin acquires a healthy glow & there is an extra bounce in your walk. However, your mind stubbornly refuses to let go of the memories of our times together. They are too powerful, too erotic...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Late on a weekday morning, I get ready to go to office. I'm the only one at home; my wife has gone visiting her parents (again), to attend to some property matters. I call you on your cell phone just as I step out into the lobby.


You too are home alone; your aunt & her husband have left for work earlier in the morning. You've had a late evening the previous day & have no appointments until the afternoon. You have returned to bed after your morning ablutions, intending to catch some more sleep. Your cell phone rings just as you are drifting asleep.

"Hello?" Your voice is thick with sleep.

"Come to the door!" I say gruffly.

"What..! Ohh, yes!!" You respond after a momentary hesitation as you recognize my voice. Your heart skips a beat.

"Damn! What'll I do now?" You think. You've promised yourself not to meet me again. You're scared of your obsession with me & worried that you're going to become a slave to my will. Your inner voice tells you to just ignore the call & go back to sleep. But then, you think it would be rude not to tell me to my face. You decide to meet me at the door & break off our liaison once and for all.

Having so decided, you find your legs sprinting to the bathroom. After quickly splashing water on your face to drive away the remnants of sleep, you hurry to the door, combing your fingers through your disheveled hair.

In the mean time, I wait patiently in the lobby, sure that you'll come. My patience is rewarded as your door clicks open & you stand there, looking good enough to eat. You're dressed in frilly pink pajamas. Thick, dark disheveled hair frames your face. Bright sunlight in the room behind you shines through your hair, creating a halo around your head. Your eyes are still sleepy, but your cheeks have a high color and you are breathing fast, as if you've just climbed a couple of flights of stairs.

Your face lights up the moment you see me. In spite of your best effort, you are unable to control your body's reaction; your heart leaps into your mouth, you feel a shiver run up your spine, your pussy tingles and nipples stiffen. Quite unconsciously, your stance changes; you pull your shoulders back, thrust out one hip just a little & straighten your back. There is a saucy glint in your eyes and a welcoming smile on your face.

I spend a few moments taking in your visage. I sense rather than see the change in your physique. As I eye your heaving bosom, I notice the stiff nipples poking up under the soft fabric of the pajama top. In fact I can also see the shadowy outline of dark aureole through the translucent fabric. As you see me eyeing your breasts you feel moist between your legs...

"Let's go out this weekend." I say, coming straight to the point. We are standing at the open door of your apartment. The lobby is brightly lit by sunlight streaming in through the glass front. No one else is in sight.

"No... I don't think so..." You whisper.

"Why not?" I ask.

"It's not right... We should end this... thing..." You stutter unconvincingly. Your conscience & your body are fighting it out. At this point your conscience has the upper hand.

"OK, if you say so!" I shrug, pretending not to care but nevertheless hoping that you'll change your mind.

"Thanks!" You whisper, relieved that there is no unpleasantness, at the same time disappointed that I've not persisted.

"But let me tell you, you look great!" I compliment you.

"Thank you!" You respond, blushing prettily.

Then I gesture to you to raise your arms over your head & turn around. Against your better judgment, you find yourself complying, knowing fully well that anybody chancing to come by will surely see the spectacle. Ever the exhibitionist, you are turned on by that possibility. You hold your arms high overhead, folded at the elbows & slowly turn around, standing just inside the wide open door.

The short sleeves of the pajama top slide off your arms & a luxuriant growth of underarm hair is visible through the large arm holes. It's not as if you have consciously decided to let them grow, as I've asked you to. It is just that you've not gotten around to shaving them, these past few weeks. Furthermore, you've chosen to wear short sleeved tops on a few occasions and have been gratified by the quick double takes of people as they've caught glimpses of the underarm growth... As you turn around, the outline of your breasts is clearly revealed by the backlight shining through the thin pajama top.

"Wow!" I whisper.

You blush again. All thoughts of fobbing me off dissolve as a liquid spark leaps from your nipples to your pussy. I too feel my excitement grow in my crotch. I point to your breasts and motion to you to expose them. You shake your head in the negative, dropping your arms & crossing them in front of your chest.

"Oh, c'mon! Just this once!!" I say hoarsely.

After a little hesitation your fingers creep downwards & grasp the hem of the pajama top. The thrill of exposing yourself to your lover in an open doorway with the very real possibility of someone else barging in casts a hypnotic spell on you. Entranced, you raise the hem slowly, oh so slowly... Your nicely rounded tummy with its dainty belly button is first exposed, followed gradually by the full lower curves of your breasts. You pause tantalizingly for a while and then with a gentle tug raise the top off of your breasts.

A few weeks of regular workouts have given a new tautness to your body. Your waist has lost a few inches and shows off your wide, well rounded, made-for-childbearing hips to best advantage. Although after years of marriage and a childbirth your breasts have lost their virginal stiffness, the toned pectoral muscles underneath give them a visible lift and they seem to ride higher on your chest, nicely rounded & perky. Your nipples are so engorged with arousal that they ache. Your globes rise & fall rapidly as you pant in excitement.

"Ding!" The elevator stops at the floor below. The magic moment is broken by the noise. You quickly lower your pajama top & cross your arms over your chest. Your heart continues to pound against your rib cage.

"Coffee?" You whisper, wanting to prolong our meeting. Your treacherous body has finally won the battle over your conscience. I know that I have won the weekend date.

"Why not!" I growl, quickly stepping inside your apartment & shutting the door behind me.

My hips pin you against a wall and with one hand I hold both your arms above your head. My other hand roams all over your torso. I rub my fingers against your thick armpit hair & sniff the feminine musk clinging to them. My hand sneaks under your pajama top and fondles your breasts.

"Uhhh..." You moan as I dry hump you and play with your breasts & armpits, your legs barely able to support your weight. We exchange a deep, open mouthed kiss. I nip your lower lip before disengaging. I have grown fully hard & want to take you there & then.

"I've got to go now. I've an important meeting lined up. But let's enjoy a great weekend!" I tell you, reluctantly pulling back. I explain the plan for the weekend & ask you to be ready on time. You nod wordlessly. You return to bed savoring the memory of our brief contact, breathlessly wondering what I might have in store for you on the weekend...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

It is half past five AM on Saturday morning. You wait for me outside a suburban train station not too far from our residence. You've followed all my instructions. You've not showered in the morning; just brushed your teeth, taken a douche, rubbed yourself down with a moist towel and combed your hair. Nor have you used perfume or cologne. Unlike our previous weekend, you've picked clothes suitable for a trek. You wear a snug fitting, light blue knit cotton track suit and a pair of good walking shoes. You've tied your hair in a juda (bun) & wrapped a red printed silk scarf over it. You wear comfortable cotton panties. Under the jacket of the track suit, you wear a snug, ribbed knit white cotton top. It has very short sleeves, just about an inch long, large arm holes and a Vee neck just big enough to reveal the top of your bosom. You are braless. The track suit nicely shows off your taut thighs, rounded bottom and full bosom.

I arrive in my son's old Maruti Zen car at forty five minutes past five AM, as promised. I am a punctual man. You throw your shoulder bag in the back seat & hop in and we are on our way.

"I'm glad you didn't use perfume." I say, sniffing.

"Mm..." You respond.

"When did you shower?" I ask.

"Last night." You whisper. Suddenly you feel shy.

"Good... good!! You're going to smell just great after the trek!" I say. My hand wanders on to your thigh. Your hand covers mine & squeezes it.

"Have you done much trekking before?" I ask.

"No... not really. But I used to take part in sports in college." You respond.

"I'm sure you will find this trek enjoyable. It is not too demanding. Besides, you look really fit because of your gym workouts." I reassure you, casting an admiring glance. You beam at the compliment. In fact you have given no thought at all to whether you'll be able to cope with the trek. I've cast such a spell on you, you'd have agreed to go anywhere with me, without a thought.

We have breakfast at a food mall on the expressway. On our way up the Bhor Ghat, I point out a distant looking hill top which we will be trekking to. Your heart thuds in your chest and you dread the thought of climbing all that way up. Actually, I know it is not as bad as it looks; our car will be taking us more than halfway up there. I have carefully chosen this particular trek; I don't want you to be tired & fagged out at the end of it. By the time we reach Khandala, it is around eight o'clock in the morning. We drive into the town and then turn off on a small road. The road is narrow, pot holed & dusty. Soon, it starts climbing uphill and eventually peters out into a rutted track. I pull the car over to one side; we climb out & stretch our limbs. It is the month of March. The hills are generally parched & dry, dotted with scattered clumps of green vegetation. Children are busy preparing for their annual exams & therefore there are no tourists around. The air is still fresh & cool as we set off on our trek after drinking some water.

The dirt track becomes narrower as we progress, so that we have to walk in single file. I lead. Soon, the climb becomes steeper. I pause and look back. You are fifteen paces behind and making heavy weather of it. When you catch up, you are panting and sweating profusely. There is a fine coat of dust on your face and sweat trickling down it leaves long muddy streaks in its wake. The jacket of your track suit is damp too.

"Tired?" I ask.

"No. But this is really something!" You laugh, breathing heavily. You rest a while and take a couple of swigs of water. The water spills over and runs down your neck into your track suit.

"Here!" I say, wiping your face with a napkin I've carried in my backpack. Even with all the dust & smudges on your face, you look pretty & sexy.

"It's getting hot!" I remark as I unzip your jacket and ease it open. The wonderful aroma of sweat and musk confined within wafts up & caresses my nose. The damp cotton top clings to your sweaty skin.

"Aaahhh...!" I breathe out after having buried my face in your bosom and inhaled a lungful of a most intoxicating odor of the fresh sweat of a healthy young woman, untainted by the synthetic smells of cologne or perfume. You giggle as my nose tickles the sensitive flesh of your décolletage. My nose doesn't detect any signs of arousal. "It'll happen in good time!" I think. My dusty, sweaty face leaves smudges on your virginal white top.

I help you to take off your back pack & remove the jacket. You now wear only the cotton top, just reaching your belly button. A couple of inches of skin above the waistband of your pants are bare. Your unbound breasts sway & jiggle deliciously under the thin top as you struggle to put on the back pack. I keep your jacket with me, tying it around my waist after wiping my face with it and inhaling your musk again.

We are back on the trek, but now you are in the lead and I follow. I want you to set the pace so that you don't get too fagged out. The track hits a really steep patch. Your full, rounded ass is level with my eyes and I can see your thighs and butt muscles ripple under the snug track suit. In spite of the heat and dust, I start getting aroused. The movement of your body pulls down the waist band of the trousers. I can now see glimpses of the tops of your ass cheeks as well as your bare waist...

Although you are tired, you hate to admit it. You keep pushing yourself until at one point, you are forced to halt.

"Give me a hand please!" You beg, looking back at me.

I am ready to oblige, as ever. Soon, we are climbing again, with me slightly behind and to one side. Some times I push you up by your hips or occasionally pull you by your upper arm. We make slow progress, with you setting the pace. Inevitably, we are in close proximity and my hands make frequent contact with the bare skin of your waist, hips & upper arms. Your breasts often brush against my arm, causing me to be in a state of continuous half-arousal. In a while we reach almost level ground, close to the summit. Even then, you continue to lean against me, letting me push you forward.

We stop under a scraggly little tree that offers a bit of shade. You turn towards me and for the first time I look into your eyes. They smolder with your arousal. You rush at me & throw your arms around my neck. I hug you around your waist & straighten up. Your entire body flattens against mine and your feet dangle in the air as we exchange an open mouthed kiss. We both feel the gritty dust against our teeth as we run our tongues against each other's lips and taste the salty tang of dried sweat. I set you down as the straps of the back packs chafe against our skins. We embrace once again after divesting the back packs, savoring the touch of your soft breasts flattening against my hard chest.

"Come!" I lead you by your hand for the last few meters as we crest the slope and see the valley stretch out before us. It is a wonderful sight. In the distance we also see the highway, snaking its way up the hillside, with tiny vehicles crawling slowly on it. We see knots of people standing by the roadside, enjoying the view of the valley. They look really small. I pull out my powerful binoculars, focus them on to the highway and hand them to you.

You are taken aback as the people suddenly jump into view, seemingly close enough to touch. You can clearly see their faces. I embrace you from behind while you peer through the binoculars. My hands slip under your top and lazily brush against your stiff nipples.

"You know, they could see us too, if they knew where to look!" I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. You feel a spark fly from your ear & go down to your nipples.

"I'm going to show your breasts to them!" I tell you.

"Don't!" You whisper. But you continue to hold the binoculars & peer through them. You make no attempt to stop me as I slowly raise the hem of your top & pull it above your unbound breasts.

"Do any of them have binoculars too?" I ask, rolling your nipples between my fingers & nipping your earlobe.

"I... I... don't... know!" Your voice is barely audible. Suddenly, you let go of the binoculars & slump against me. Your knees buckle & I tighten my grip around your chest to prevent you from falling. Fortunately, the binoculars are saved as you're wearing its strap around your neck.

You have swooned due to a combined effect of tiredness, dehydration and sexual arousal. I half carry, half drag you to a shady nook a few feet below the summit. There is a flat rocky outcrop just big enough to seat two. I sit down & pull you into my lap. I pull out a can of energy drink from my backpack and offer it to you. I cradle your head against my shoulder & make you sip it slowly. We are in the shade, and a light, cool breeze is blowing. Soon, the sugar & electrolytes in the energy drink hit your bloodstream and the breeze cools you off. You feel wonderfully woozy and comfy in my lap. You wiggle a bit to find the most comfortable position & drift off to sleep, head resting against my chest. I can see your pearly white teeth between your half open lips...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In about fifteen minutes you wake up, refreshed & perky. You look up & my gaze locks into your eyes. You feel wonderfully intimate warmth envelop your body. You raise your face and offer your half open lips to me. I can taste the energy drink as we exchange a long, lingering, open mouthed kiss. The kiss leaves us both breathless & aroused. You encourage me with little mewling sounds as I ravish your lips, face and throat with my mouth, moving your body as needed to let me have unhindered access to your treasures. I taste the salty tang and savor the silken smoothness of your skin...


In a while, I make you stand before me & raise your arms. I bury my nose in a hairy, unwashed armpit. I can smell your arousal in the heady bouquet of scents emanating from it and taste your salty, spicy sweat as I lick the soft tuft. You feel ticklish & giggle a bit as I alternate between two armpits, but then the ticklishness disappears & your arousal ratchets up a notch as you react to the pleasure I am getting. I want to play with your breasts and move to take off your top.

"No!" You suddenly stop me, firmly holding down the hem of the top.

"What's the matter?" I ask, nonplussed.

"What if somebody there has binoculars?" You ask, looking down at the valley. We can still se knots of people in the far distance along the highway.

"Oh come on! Nobody is going to be looking at us. We're so far away. And besides, nobody will recognize us even if they are looking!" I cajole you. But you refuse to relent, rebelliously maintaining a firm grip on the hem of the top. A complex interplay of emotions goes on in your mind. There is a strange glint in your eyes as you alternately feel shy as well as thrilled at the thought of being exposed in public & you wish to please your lover as well as to torment him.

"I'll rip it open!" I threaten, getting impatient.

You stick your tongue out, provoking me even further. I grab the V neck of your top with both hands & yank it apart. Although the fabric is soft and stretchy, the stitching around the neck is strong & refuses to give way. You giggle uncontrollably at my failure.

"Just you wait!" I say angrily. I fish out my trusty Swiss Army pocket knife. In a trice, I slice through the tough stitching at the neck and yank the top apart, causing it to rip halfway down to the hem. Your beautiful, plump breasts are exposed at last, framed by the jagged edges of the ripped top.

The ripping noise has had a powerful aphrodisiacal effect on both of us, ratcheting up our arousal another couple of notches. I have trouble keeping my frenzy under control so that I do not hurt your defenseless breasts as I take my pleasure squeezing and fondling them, & twisting your nipples to my heart's content. You alternately press each breast against my face, guiding your nipple into my mouth. You mewl in ecstasy as I suckle, whispering incoherent encouragements. I sense your knees go weak & lower you gently on to the flat rock by my side while your upper body lies across my lap.

You relax luxuriantly across my lap, uncaring about your exposed upper body & waist. You lie unresisting as my hand slips under the elastic waistband of your track pants & covers your mound. You start moaning throatily & thrash your hips jerkily as my fingers stroke your cunny lips over the cotton panties. Your moans grow in intensity as you gradually approach the peak of your orgasm. Suddenly your hand stops mine. You push the track pants as well as panties down below your knees and then place my hand firmly back on your naked mound.

All your privates are now fully exposed to my gaze, in broad, late-morning daylight, out under the open sky. There are knots of people down by the side of the highway, perhaps only a few hundred meters away as the crow flies. Some of them could actually be looking at us through powerful binoculars at this very moment. But you are past caring...

Although the elastic band of the track suit around your knees doesn't allow you to spread your legs wide, you make enough room to let me slide my finger between your inner cunny lips. Fortunately, I've washed my hand a while ago after drinking water.

"Anhh... anhh... anhh..." You moan lustily as I finger-fuck your pussy and my thumb circles your clit. It takes hardly any time for you to climax. A deep shudder passes through your body and you go rigid for a while, before going limp. My finger is still buried inside you. Slowly, I start fingering you again, more gently this time. Over the next twenty minutes, you experience at least three more climaxes. Finally you exhale a deep sigh, firmly pull my hand out and shut your thighs. You have an utterly contented look on your face. I let you rest for another quarter hour and then gently make you sit up.

"I want you to suck my cock now!" I say hoarsely.

"Yess...!" You respond, licking your lips.

I spread out your jacket on the ground to cushion your knees. You kneel between my legs. Your fingers fumble with the drawstring of my Bermudas and soon my shorts and Bermudas are off my legs. I have no compunction getting naked before you, out in the open. You stare greedily at my throbbing, erect cock. The red crown is wet with precum. I watch fascinated as you lean forward and rub your face against my cock. The leaky cock head leaves a trail of sticky fluid across your cheeks, eyelids, forehead and chin before it eventually disappears inside your open mouth.

"Ahhh..." I sigh pleasurably as your hot mouth closes over the cock head and I feel your tongue flicking over it. I remove the scarf around your hair & loosen the juda. Your unbound hair spills down your shoulders, partly obscuring your breasts from view. I grab a handful of hair and guide your mouth against my crotch. You grasp my cock at the base & start sucking it.

"Hnhh... hnhh... hnhh...!" I grunt rhythmically and my hips jerk up & down as you fellate me earnestly, giving it all you've got, ignoring the gagging sensation as my crown rubs against the back of your throat. You look up & see the expression of utter ecstasy on my face. A thrill runs through your body; you're happy to pleasure your lover. The thought that people might actually be watching you suck my cock causes another surge of arousal to course through you. You experience one more climax just as I hit an intense orgasm and start spurting.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I've not had sex for more than a fortnight & as a result my sperm reservoir is full. You catch the first massive spurt in your mouth & gulp it down. You pull my cock out & look on with fascination as the following spurts land on your face, hair and your naked breasts. Finally, you lean forward and take my cock back in your mouth, licking off the last weak spurts as they dribble out. You feel utterly satiated, drained & exhausted. You feel light headed and on top of the world.


You hum under your breath as you rub my semen into the skin of your face & bosom & pull the torn edges of the top together, trying to cover up your breasts. I suggest that you to put on your jacket. You decline & instead fish out a safety pin and use it to hold the top closed at the neck. It's not much use, though. You look on slyly as I stare at your breasts playing hide & seek through the rip as we walk down. Although going downhill is much easier then climbing, we have to be careful not to slip & fall. Naturally, this involves a lot of close body contact as I support you from time to time and our hands brush against each others' bodies. By the time we return to the car, I find myself half aroused once again. Nor does this escape your attention. You place your hand on my crotch & give it a light squeeze as I start the engine.

"Wait till we get to the forest bungalow!" I whisper as I start driving...

***

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It is almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we drive into my forest bungalow. My trusted caretaker has cooked hot lunch for us and withdrawn out of sight, leaving the bungalow to ourselves. We gulp down a couple of glasses of fresh chaas (a drink made from yoghurt) to quench our thirst. You snuggle up to me and your hand rubs my crotch as you raise your face for a kiss. You've become horny again during our drive and are eager to get fucked.


"Wait, just look at yourself! I'm not going to fuck a filthy bitch like you! Let's get you cleaned up first!" I exclaim.

You are taken aback at this and catch your reflection in a mirror. There is no doubt that you indeed look like something the cat dragged in. Your face is streaked with dust, sweat & smears of dried semen. Your hair is disheveled and dirty, your white top is now an indescribable shade of dusty reddish brown, streaked with dried semen and your skin shines with sweat. A rank odor of sweat & semen emanates from your body. You feel all icky, sticky & itchy too. In truth, I look only marginally cleaner, mainly because my clothes are khaki colored & I have not been rubbing semen over myself...

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I have in fact anticipated that you will be this way and have prepared a treat for us both. I lead you to the spare bedroom in which there is a single bed with a stiff cotton mattress. The room is cool & softly lit with the afternoon sunlight seeping in through curtained windows. I spread a couple of large, thick Turkish towels on the mattress. I ask you to wait for me while I disappear into the kitchen.

I fetch a large bowl and some milk from the kitchen and a big bottle of coconut oil from the bath room. I then remove a few packets of "uttan" from my back pack that I have purchased from a little shop in Vile Parle last week. "Uttan" is a finely powdered mixture of various fragrant herbs & spices like sandalwood, poppy seeds, shikakai, khus root etc. and is used to cleanse the body prior to taking a ritual bath on auspicious occasions like Diwali. It has a gritty texture and acts as cleanser & exfoliant.

You look on curiously as I mix the uttan powder with generous squirts of coconut oil and stir in some milk, to make a thin, fragrant, gritty paste. At my suggestion, you tie your hair in a knot high on your head, so that it doesn't come in the way. I strip down to my shorts and get ready to give you a thorough cleansing.

You sit on the mattress & hold your hands out. I remove your rings, watch & bangles & then apply the paste on your hands and arms. I start with light strokes & make sure that the mixture spreads evenly all over & then start rubbing it in firmly. Soon I kneel before you and you rest your hands on my shoulders to keep them positioned properly as I rub them down vigorously. You giggle initially as you feel a bit ticklish, but then sigh pleasurably as the pressure and the heat builds up. You watch with fascination as tiny rolls of dried paste form & drop off, taking with them an exfoliated layer of dead skin cells and tiny body hair, leaving behind a healthy, shiny pink skin. The skin tingles due to the stimulation. You obediently raise your hands to let me pull off & discard your top.

I give your breasts a quick squeeze before continuing the cleansing massage. I smear the gritty paste in your armpits & rub it into the hairy tufts. You wince as some hairs are pulled out. I continue with massaging your slim neck and beautiful alabaster back. You moan pleasurably as you feel the pressure and heat all over your sensitive skin. I make you lie on your stomach and pull off your shoes, track suit and your little anklets.

"Aahhh... aahhh... aahh...!" Your moans turn to cries of pleasure mixed with pain as I massage your sore ankles, stiff calves and aching thighs. I put the full weight of my body into the massage and my sweat drips all over your skin.

"No! Don't!" You yelp & curl your toes as I vigorously rub down the soles of your feet. I then pull off your panties, exposing your full rounded rump.

"Mmm..." You respond as you feel cool air on your bare ass and hold your breath in anticipation of what's coming next... Soon, I am massaging the taut, satin skin of your pillowy globes. I find myself getting an erection as I see your ass cheeks flatten under the pressure of my hands and then bounce back to their natural round shape. I massage the "uttan" paste into the crevice between your ass cheeks too. You've never received such a massage in your life and lap up the experience eagerly.

Your face is a mask of incredible lust as I flip you over on your back and see your passion filled eyes. I then continue to massage your shoulders, chest and belly with the "uttan" paste, then moving down & covering your taut thighs too. I take my pleasure of you plump womanly body as massage it with "uttan", cleaning off all the dirt accumulated on your skin.

I nudge your thighs apart and spread the "uttan" on your pubic thatch. I massage the pubic thatch with my fingertips and gently rub the paste into the creases where your thighs join your torso, taking care not to get the gritty paste into your cunny slit.

Your entire body is now clean; all the dust, dirt, scum and dead skin cells have been scrubbed away. Your deep pink nipples and a dark purple suck mark on your shoulder stand out contrasting against your taut, fair healthy skin glowing with an oily sheen. Yet, your the natural fragrance hasn't been washed off. Your skin exudes an incredible scent of your natural musk, enhanced by the fragrance of the "uttan". It is a veritable olfactory feast.

I wipe off the gritty "uttan" from my hands, spread your thighs apart and dribble coconut oil into your slit.

"Nnhh... nnhh... nnhh...!" You moan as I hold you open with one hand and my fingers rub oil into the folds and crevices of your cunny lips. I see clear, sticky fluid dribble out of your pussy.

"Aahhh..." You scream ecstatically as I lean forward and lick up your nectar. I spread your thighs apart with my hands and continue to lick your fragrant pussy & savor its salty, slightly pungent taste to my heart's content. This is the first time I've licked your pussy. In fact, this is the first time anyone has licked it -- your hubby would never do that! You are overwhelmed by the experience.

My cheeks are wet with your juices as I sit up. You respond with little mewling sounds and jerky movements of your hips as my fingers continue to stroke your slit. It is slick with a mixture of oil and your secretions. Just naturally, my finger moves further down & lightly brushes your anus. Your eyes are locked into mine as you suddenly stiffen in response to the new sensation. In a moment, you relax & exhale softly. You spread your legs a little further apart, and your eyes film over with passion. Thus encouraged, my fingers start rubbing oil gently up & down your slit, lightly gliding over the tightly closed opening of your rectum. You seem to like my fingers touching you there. I become a little bolder & circle your anus with the oily pad of my finger. Once again, you hold your breath & stiffen and then relax. Emboldened further, I squirt more oil & press my finger a little more firmly. Amazingly, I find your sphincter relaxing a bit and feel your body heat on my fingertip as it gains entry inside.

Soon, I hear your throaty moans as you react to my finger lightly fuck your anus. I use gentle pressure & plenty of oil. I actually feel your hips jerk and push yourself back at my finger. Eventually, my finger goes in up to the second joint. You feel no discomfort and in fact enjoy the strange new sensations. I am happy that I have accidentally opened up another source of mutual pleasure in our affair & decide to return to it later...

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I get up & strip off my shorts. My cock is fully erect. You too eagerly await my final assault.


"Are you ready?" I ask as you eye my throbbing cock.

You are too far gone to answer. I'd have loved to have you smear oil on my cock but realize that you would find it difficult in your present state. I quickly apply oil on my cock and kneel between your knees. I spread your thighs and slide your hips over my thighs, so that my cock head hovers over your out-spread cunny lips. I guide it in with one hand and thrust in. I feel the heat of your pussy as my cock lodges halfway in.

You grip my hips with your oily thighs as I bend over you & grasp your slippery shoulders. I have already climaxed once in the morning & that has taken the edge off of my passion. I now want to enjoy the pleasures of your tight young pussy in a leisurely manner. I grasp your shoulders and start thrusting powerfully, employing slow, deliberate strokes, going in up to the hilt and then pulling out almost completely before thrusting in again.

You have been aroused to such a feverish peak of excitement that after just a couple of thrusts, your body reacts like the sudden release of a tightly wound spring. You scream and buck like a wild filly as you hit a climax almost immediately. Your grip around my hips loosens and your slippery, oily body slips out of my grasp; I suddenly find my cock out of your hot cunt. I try to hold you steady & enter your pussy again, but a few thrusts later the same thing repeats. I realize that I have to find a way to grip your body firmly enough if I am to get to my goal. Then, a thought crosses my mind. You wait for me while I go down to the kitchen and return shortly afterwards with what I was looking for: a jar of semolina.

"Make me hard again!" I whisper, positioning my cock against your lips. Your hot mouth soon restores the full hardness that has been slightly attenuated during my trip to the kitchen. I sprinkle a little semolina over your slick oily shoulders, thighs & calves, but carefully steer clear of the crotch. I sprinkle semolina on my palms and test my grip on your upper arms. The dry gritty semolina lets me grip them without slippage. You wince & whimper at the sudden sensation of pain & pleasure as the abrasive semolina grinds into your delicate skin, but my experiment has been successful! Once again I mount you & position my cock at the junction between your open thighs. I don't use my hands; I don't want to get the gritty semolina anywhere near your pussy.

"Put it in!" I command. Your fingers guide the blunt cock head into your opening and I give a mighty thrust.

"Ahhh...!" You moan as my cock goes in halfway, meeting hardly any resistance. A couple of in & out movements later, it is lodged up to the hilt inside your hot cunt.

You grip my hips tightly with your thighs while I grasp your shoulders with my hands. The gritty semolina helps us to maintain a firm grasp as I start thrusting slowly, deliberately, yet forcefully. I plunge my cock deep inside and pull it almost completely out before thrusting in again. You reciprocate with answering thrusts of your hips accompanied by throaty moans.

In just a few moments, you experience lazy waves of orgasm roll in one after another while I continue to pound you with slow, deep, powerful thrusts, gradually approaching my own climax. I feel your soft, silken hot cunt grip my cock at its base as the wave of my climax crests and I ejaculate powerful jets of semen deep inside your cunt, flooding the entrance of your womb with my virile seed.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

We enjoy long, lazy minutes of post coital bliss snuggled up against each other, uncaring for the sweat and love juices dripping & oozing all over. We then spend a half hour in the shower, lovingly lathering and rinsing each others' bodies. When we finally emerge, we are happy, relaxed & fully satiated apart from being squeaky clean and ravenously hungry.


After eating the delicious vegetarian food prepared by the caretaker, we relax in the living room, exchanging intimate small talk. Quite unselfconsciously, you tell me about your last period which was a bit spotty; you are expecting the next one to be heavy. You think it'll start sometime next week. You give me a sidelong look through your lashes as you tell me this. You don't miss the sudden spark of interest in my eyes, even though I don't respond orally...


Since you are already going to a gym regularly, I ask you to take up Kegel exercises too, to tone up your pelvic muscles. I explain that this will enhance our mutual pleasure as you would be able to grip my cock more firmly. You nod your assent, mentally planning to look up Kegel on the internet. We do not talk about the episode of anal stimulation, but the topic hovers in the background. It will wait for another day...


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