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Sunita

By: sgrspc69er



The needle on the radar jumped up to 52 mph as the Buick whisked by. Twelve miles over the limit!

I eased my prowler out of the church parking lot and gave pursuit. Submissively my prey pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

"Good afternoon Sir." I greeted the driver through his open window, "In a bit of a hurry are you?"

The driver was very apologetic when I pointed out his infraction to him. He was obviously an immigrant by his broken English and swarthy complexion. 

What caught my eye was the olive-skin beauty seated in the front seat beside him. No doubt his young wife.

I recorded his information; he was George Abbas, a recent East Indian immigrant. He had only been in the country six months and he was driving two-year-old Buick! 

"Mr. Abbas, a traffic ticket could be very expensive on your insurance." I advised him.

"Please Mr. Policeman, can you not let us go?" his comely wife interjected. 

I looked at the desperation in her eyes, "Well maybe we can come to some arrangement." I offered.

"I will pick you up at your house tonight." I said.

"What for?" Abbas asked.

"No, not you, your wife." I corrected him.

I had his address from his license and he lived in a poorer part of town. 

"What is your name dear?" I asked his pretty wife. 

"Sunita." She said shyly.

"Well Sunita, you and I will get better acquainted tonight." I said allowing them to leave.

The image of the olive-skin beauty haunted my mind the remainder of the day. Her long Raven black hair, her full lips and her generous breasts filling the tight, orange silk top she wore.

It was an unassuming old brick two story, the same as the others on the street. I pulled up front in my pride and joy, my Candy-apple red 65 Mustang.

I had thirteen grand invested in restoring the "Stang" and it was the only toy I had kept from my days as a single irresponsible playboy. Now all my income went into the household feeding and clothing Karen and the kids.

I walked up to the red painted wooden door and sounded the ancient mechanical doorbell. Abbas promptly answered.

"I've come for your wife." I announced.

Abbas had a look of pain in his eyes, "I will get her."

Sunita came to the door and she was more radiant than I had remembered. Seeing her there, standing in a full-length tunic with a wide-open front, her breasts covered by a filmy khimar. She was like an image out of "Lawrence of Arabia."

"I will go with you." She said submissively.

Obediently she followed me to my car and I sat her safely in the right front seat. As we pulled away from her home she softly said "I do this for my husband's good fortune."

I assured her I did not think her actions to be shameless but understood she was merely bartering her body in exchange for her family well being. She seemed somewhat relaxed by my comments. 

The Red Rose Motel was far enough out of town that no one was likely to recognize my car parked around back. The owner knowingly gave me the key to room 11, my favorite lair. I used the Red Rose whenever I had the chance to sack a bit-on-the side, which was usually at least once a week. For $50 I could fuck some chick for a couple of hours and the owner could still rent the room out for the night after I left.

Sunita was obviously nervous as I showed her into he room. The young Indian wife was totally out of her element in this den of iniquity.

"Just relax." I comforted her.

"Please let us I do this so I can return to my husband." her voice begins to quiver.

"OK. Get undressed then." I agreed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Carefully she begins to remove layers of her clothing. Ashe lifts off her tunic and struggled out of the khimar. Her breasts are bare beneath, not depended on the holding up of a bra. Two chocolate brown nipples are centered on the tips of her ebony mounds. She is left wearing only a pair of elaborately embroidered scarlet silk panties.

Her thumbs hook under the elastic waistband over each hip and she slowly draws the silk down exposing her pubic hair. She is natural, untrimmed; her bush is a wild forest of lustrous curls. I forget to breath in the awe of such beauty.

"How will you take me?" she asks now completely nude except for her sandals.

"I want to fuck you like a dog!" I humiliated her.

I had wasted no time getting rid of my clothes. Sunita looked in awe as I uncovered my erection. I tore open the prophylactic's wrapped and remove it in preparation to put it on. 

"What are you doing?" Sunita said alarmed.

"I am putting on a condom, you don't want to get pregnant do you?" I explained.

"You must not, it is against the teachings of the Koran!" she wept, "If a woman lays with a man it is forbidden for her to shield her womb from his sperm."

I was amazed; here was a beautiful recent bride about to be used by a strange man but objecting to be protected against pregnancy for religious reasons. Who was I to argue with her beliefs?

Sunita dutifully took her position on her hand and knees like a beast and offered her naked posterior to me. I took my position to service her.

My bare cock felt as if it were entering the gates of heaven, smoothly sliding into her dark abyss. Her core was soft, warm and eternally moist. The nectar of her being covered my cock welcoming me to the mystery of her womanhood. My cock was as hard as it had ever been in my entire thirty-four years. 

Fully inserted in Sunita's sexuality, drenched in her vaginal juice, I remained motionless for moment savoring her in awe. Eventually my cock twitches triggering the ancient urge to fuck this warm hole. 

Slowly I withdraw until only my cockhead remains in her passage and then I abruptly drive my shaft back into her until my loins violently collide with hers.

Sunita emits a low guttural moan as she accepts the entire length of my erection. This brave girl now has 7" of angry cock in her most vulnerable spot. In her submissive character she begins rocking her body back and forth on my shaft encouraging my ejaculation into her. I grasped her firm round hips and commence to fuck her earnestly.

It took only a few minutes before my cum began to flow into Sunita's womb. As I reluctantly withdrew my still dribbling cock from her she looked back at me and meekly asked, "What is your name sir?"

I looked at her confused, "Why do you ask?"

"If your seed is fruitful in my garden, I shall need a name for our son." She explained.

"Richard." I said with a smile.

I fell in love with Sunita that enchanted evening but in honor of my promise to her I did not contact her again. 

I still have my memories and fantasy of "Robert" Abbas suckling on his mother's beautiful breasts. 

Sunita Comes of Age



"Holi hai!!" On this full moon day only three years into the new millennium, a small village near the town of Jaunpur 760 kms south-east of Delhi, began its celebrations of the Holi festival just like thousands of other villages and town and cities in northern India. Just like they had done since circa 300 BC. A little after the crack of dawn, children ran out of their houses while the elders were still asleep or just stirring, renting the stillness with their high-pitched screams of "Holi hai" ("It's Holi!). They carried with them bags of coloured powder and water guns which they would use through the morning to throw on each other and water spray the elders.

Legend has it that there once lived a devil and powerful king, who considered himself a god and wanted everybody to worship him. To his great ire, his son began to worship Lord Vishnu. To get rid of his son, the demon king asked his sister, Holika to enter a blazing fire with his son in her lap, as she had a boon to enter fire unscathed. The son was saved from the fire because of his extreme devotion to the lord while Holika paid the price for her sinister deed.

On the eve of this festival of colour, when the moon is full in the sky, a ritual bonfire is lit in every small village - as in all the millions of localities in the thousands of towns - and an effigy of Holika is burnt in a celebration of good over evil. This is accompanied with much gaiety and song, making it a major social occasion for the villagers.

The previous evening, all the unmarried teenage girls of this village danced around the bonfire as the men folk played their drums and string instruments. The girls ranged from 14 to 19; the one exception being a 23 year old that went by the name of Sunita.

She had three younger sisters, two of whom were already married and had gone off to live in neighbouring villages with their husbands. Although custom in the village dictated that the eldest get married first, Sunita had fought both with her parents as well as social norms to remain single. She herself wasn't quite sure why, other than the fact that she couldn't come to terms with the idea of marrying a complete stranger - as all marriages in rural (and many in urban) India were "arranged" between the two sets of parents, and often an intermediary relative. A number of the single men had eyed and coveted her over the years but she was feisty and few dared to go beyond the first attempt at ensnaring her heart.

At 23 Sunita was a grown woman. She was about 5'4" tall, had absolutely flawless skin with a darkish dusky complexion. She had long hair that grew down to her buttocks; jet black and oiled once a week to keep its fine texture and lustre. She had a small golden ring that she wore in her nose on the right nostril, and two tiny studs on her ear lobes. Her neck was long and graceful and rested almost elegantly on her shoulders, slightly broader than the average woman of her height. A thin gold chain that had been given to her by her grandmother adorned her neck. Her breasts were young and firm, round and full and she wore 38D size brassieres - for her height, she was probably considered busty. For five years now she had always worn a saree and blouse, having long gone past the age where it would be socially acceptable for her to wear a skirt - or frocks as they are often referred to in rural India.

The saree suited her perfectly. She was always modestly dressed; no cleavage revealed since she never wore low-cut blouses, and the back of the blouse was just as modest as the neckline. And usually, the sleeves came down her arms just short of her elbows. She wore her petticoat barely revealing her navel, and the top of the sari which is tucked into the petticoat drawstring usually hid her bellybutton. However, because of her very slender 24" waistline and the swell of her hips to a well shaped 36", the sari often seemed to heighten the sensuousness of her hourglass shape, especially when she walked. Even though she never accentuated her gait in anyway by swaying her hips, her teenage years - and even later - were often difficult times because of the wolf whistles and catcalls she attracted from the young men of the village. Over time, however, this had dwindled and the village folk were more protective of her when men from other villages either came by or were part of the social occasions that drew everyone to the nearby town of Jaunpur.

After the girls had danced around the bonfire for the first twenty or thirty minutes, there was a brief interruption as more wood was fed to the fire. The effigy of Holika had long gone up in smoke, but the revelry was just beginning. The men folk had already started consuming bhang - a preparation from the leaves and buds of the cannabis plant - either by smoking it in their chillums or mixed in a beverage of their choice. Associated with Lord Shiva, bhang is now virtually synonymous with the Holi festival.

After the bonfire was fed more fuel and fully stoked, some of the men took up their drums, strapped them around their necks, and began a rhythmic beat that started with one drum that was then joined by another, and yet another, till finally seven or eight men were clapping the drum-skins and dancing around the fire. The younger girls aged 12 or 13 got up and played beside the fire, running in and out between the drummers. Some of the lads were from the neighbouring village, visiting relatives or friends; there were a couple with that were muscular and fit, strapping youngsters with well-oiled bodies, leading the drum-and-dance show. The elders, sitting around the bonfire, cheered them on with raucous laughter and loud clapping of hands.

As the girls got up from the fireside one by one to dance, this time even the married ladies with their husbands or brothers, Sunita slid backwards away from the light so she wouldn't be noticed by anyone. She used her hands to push back on her backside for about 30 feet, back stepping the last few yards on her haunches. She now sat on a grassy knoll observing the festivities below. The light still caught the angles of her cheekbones and nose, her neck and her shoulders, her breasts and the uncovered portion of her waist, her folded up thighs and the last three inches of her exposed ankles, leaving the rest of her body in starkly contrasting darkness. Her eyes glistened and a careful observer would still see the kohl lining she had used tonight.

She looked on at all the married girls of her age, the unmarried ones that would soon find husbands and go away, the oiled bodies of smooth-skinned young men with their taut abdominal muscles, the elders and the babies, all joining in the celebrations. She felt a little despondent, not quite sure why. There was a kind of emptiness that seemed to be overpowering her - not just tonight, but for a few months now, although it felt a little more oppressive tonight than on other days. Or maybe it was a sense of restlessness.

As the fire began to die down, the crowds started to disperse, aware that the morning would bring more celebration and merriment. Sunita's younger sister had gone with her cousins to their aunt's house where she would be spending the night so Sunita walked home with her mother. Her father would come in a little later, after a few more rounds of bhang with the other farmers.

They lived in a small house that had only been walled in and mortared a couple of years ago; before that it was mainly mud and thatch that had been home to the sisters as they grew up. Now it had two rooms; one in which Sunita's parents slept and kept all their worldly possessions, the other doubled as an all-purpose room in the day and a bedroom for the two sisters at night. By midnight, her parents had retired, the lights were switched off, all the doors were either locked or bolted, and the house - like the rest of the village - had sunk into complete silence. Only the occasional sound of a nocturnal animal or bird reacting to the full moon broke the stillness from time to time.

Sunita lay on her back with the moonlight streaming in through a window on to her face. She had taken off the saree that she'd worn earlier, now lying just in her petticoat. Although she still wore her blouse, she had removed the obstructing brassiere for the night. She had also unfastened three of the four hooks that ran down the front of her blouse so as to release the strain on her large breasts. That's how she dressed for sleep every night.

Sleep unfortunately didn't come easy for Sunita that night. She dosed in and out of a phantom zone where she couldn't be sure whether she was dreaming, or awake. At one point, a dark cumulus cloud passed over the moon, leaving her room in darkness for some moments before a hazy penumbraic light filtered through. She thought she heard thunder, or maybe she just dreamt it. Flashes of the drum and dance sequences by the bonfire earlier splashed a mosaic in her mind; semi-naked bodies of the young men stood out in vivid contrast to the shadows beyond the fire. A pleasant breeze wafted in through her window, bringing with it the smell of wild flowers, cow-dung and rain. She seemed to see the droplets fall through the darkness, flickering as they reflected the light from the moon momentarily on their way to the earth. 

Sunita had not covered herself with a blanket or any other wrap; winter was gone and the hot Indian summer was only a few weeks away. In her semi-sleep daze, her hands involuntarily smoothed the cotton of her petticoat over her legs, and she shivered from the sensitivity of her skin. She slid her fingers up and pressed between her thighs, feeling the cotton grow damp as she rubbed gently. 

Another gust of air brushed over her skin; she felt the wind carrying a light spatter of rain through the screen of her window. One large drop hit her breast, just next to the nipple, and she gasped at the sensation, bringing her to a complete state of wakefulness. Her face was flushed and her entire body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. She was in a terrible state of confusion because of the dream she had just been engrossed in; the young man from a neighbouring village who had danced around the bonfire bare-chested and vibrant. She thought for a moment that his tongue had flicked across her skin, and her nipple puckered waiting for his kiss. Her body ached to feel hands, tongue, fingers, anything. The thunder was still in the distance, but she could see flashes of lightning on the horizon as it came closer. 

Her body was shaking, and she tried to calm herself. But Sunita couldn't wipe away the lingering tendrils of her dream; in fact she clung to them, hoping to bring back the illusion and somehow make it her reality - even if that was still a dream. She tried to guess where he would kiss next, her instep, her shoulder, her forehead. Her back arched, trying to feel him caress her aching nipples, hoping that a raindrop carried by the wind would fall directly on them again and ease the ache if she willed it to. The falling drops refused to comply, so her fingers rushed to pinch and squeeze her nipples, imagining that it was his fingers torturing her so beautifully. 

The thunder rolled closer, and lightning flashed brightly. She was suddenly aware of herself as a writhing animal on a crumpled bed sheet. Sunita spread her legs wide in offering to him, wishing that he were really there to see her curves, her sweating and tortured body aching for his touch. Outside, the rain was falling faster, and she was no longer able to visualize each individual drop, just a mass of sensation all over her skin.

She tugged the damp petticoat up to her waist, her fingers tracing imaginary raindrops as they followed the pull of gravity between her thighs. Her legs stretched further open, and she tilted her pelvis up toward the roof, or maybe the sky, welcoming the raindrops into her overheated core. She gasped as they hit, slightly cooler than the hot skin of her pussy. Each drop sent waves of pleasure up her spine. She spread the soaking lips open with her fingers, thrusting her hips up to meet the rain, her clit hard and pulsing with the desire to be touched. 

Once again, the imaginary rain refused to grant her the full satisfaction that she wanted, and her fingers took over the task, drawing another gasp from her lips. Oh, how she wanted his hands on her, his tongue wet and long tasting each secret layer. As the thunder crashed closer and closer, Sunita slid her fingers over the outer lips of her pussy, everywhere she wanted to feel his tongue. She thought she could feel the power of the storm shaking the ground underneath her. 

Another bright flash of light caused her to close her eyes, the sensations multiplying as the dream became more real. His hands, she could feel them pleasuring her, her hips arching up to meet his fingers, teasing him to press them deeply inside her. She thrust one finger up into her pussy, the other hand firmly caressing her clit. She sighed with pleasure at the slight filling sensation, and knew she had to have more.

She planted her feet on her coir mattress, tilting her hips higher, and slid another finger deep inside. Her hand was becoming drenched with her own juices, but her nipples were suddenly frantic to be free of the confining cotton blouse that was covering them. Her fingers trembled as they slid back up the fabric, and tried to unhook the last fastener. They kept losing their grip, between the sweat and the slickness of her own nectar, so she tore this last obstruction and threw apart the two leaves of her blouse.

Groaning in relief, her skin became exquisitely aware of the wind, the heated breeze actually cooling her skin, the electricity in the air, the slightly sharp fold of the bed-sheet. She could smell herself mixed with the earthy smell of the grass and the rain outside, and wished that he were here to smell and drink in the taste of her. Thunder clapped directly overhead, and she plunged three fingers back into her pussy. Her body thrust upward, the other hand frantically rubbing her hard clitoris. She wiggled her fingers deep, pumping hard, unable to control the need to feel everything more. 

Breasts bouncing against her wildly pumping arms, Sunita once again visualized the rain grow harder and slightly colder. Now the strong gusts of wind that the storm outside churned up, pelted harsh raindrops against her breasts; the cooler drops sending spikes of pleasure through her nipples. She was whimpering and begging him to fill her, to please let her cum, as her hands desperately sought for her release. The whimpers turned to incoherent gasps of pleasure, drowned out by the roaring of the thunder in her ears. 

She was nearly blinded by a close streak of lightning, or was it the full moon uncovered and revealed again, as her eyes flew open in ecstasy. Three more upward thrusts of her hips, three more gasping pleas, and she screamed out the joy of release into the storm filled night. Her body shuddering as she felt the waves of pleasure spread through her limbs, her pussy clasping tightly around her buried fingers.

The thunder rolled on, the lightning faded further away, the rain lessened, and her body slowly cooled and calmed. She felt the rain's light kisses, imagined them as his mouth slowly working its way over her, soothing her, loving her. A cooler breeze blew over her, causing her nipples to tighten again, and reminding her that she was getting chilled now. Sunita hooked her blouse together, pushed down the petticoat to cover her legs, curled over on to one side, and slept.

Sunrise in Sunita's small village on the 17th of April was at 5:50 on Holi morning. She woke up to the silence of dawn, feeling rested but strange. The memories of her night brought a smile to her face; it wasn't the first time she had masturbated, but she had never experienced an orgasm before. Although she ad studied in the village school and had a high-school graduation certificate to show it, sex education was never in her curriculum. She didn't know to call her sexual climax last night an orgasm, probably didn't even know there was a word for the experience; but she didn't care. It was uplifting to the soul and very releasing for the body. She had no idea who the man was in her dreams, and couldn't care less.

She got out of bed, did her morning ablutions, inspected her body by running her hands all over while having a bath, and was ready when the first cries of the children rent the silence with "Holi hai"!! She waited for her parents to get ready, prepared a meal for them, sat on the floor and ate with them, discussed their plans for the day, tidied up the house, and was ready to play.

The sun was up in all its glory when the young adults and their parents stepped out of their houses to join the children playing in the streets. Being a small village, everyone made their way slowly to the central square.

Colours are the most joyous part of the Holi celebrations, whether in the form of multi coloured powders being thrown up into the air for the currents to carry along, or jets of coloured water being squirted on to the faces and clothes of people - there is a life and vitality to the festival making it amongst the most vibrant in the country. The energy of the people as they move out in groups, playing drums, singing songs, dancing - charges the atmosphere with an electricity that is absolutely stunning.

Sunita, like most of the others, dressed in old but clean clothes. She wore a long shirt called a kurta, and a pair of loose pants - the full dress is referred to as a kurta-pajama set. And of course, she had on her undergarments - a bra and panties; all white. As soon as she and her parents met up with the first set of neighbours heading to the village square, they all rubbed coloured powder on one another's faces, hugged and wished each other happy holi, and moved along down the road. These meetings, hugs and greetings continued all the way. Children and adults armed with water guns sprang on them from street corners, spraying them all in a variety of wild colours.

At the town centre, people had arrived from all directions and the throngs met with much revelry. Some enterprising folks from the neighbouring town had set up stalls selling everything from sweets and snacks to colourful glass bangles and little trinkets. The local village chief's family had made bucketfuls of bhang and distributed it in plastic cups to all adults that wanted to party. Like the previous evening, there was singing and dancing in organised performances. By late morning, the festivities were beginning to wind down; some of the menfolk were happily inebriated while others slept off their intoxication on roadside benches or against tree trunks by the wayside.

Sunita's parents had agreed to meet at her father's brother's house for lunch. It was decided that in the interests of time, Sunita could go along with her uncle and aunt to bathe and wash off the colours of holi at their house while her parents would go to their own home to freshen up. Sunita's cousin - her uncle's son - and his wife were also visiting and would join them for lunch. That settled, they set off on their respective ways.

The uncle's house was larger than her parent's two-room home. When they reached, Sunita's aunt went to have a bath first so she could start the preparations for their meal. The uncle would go next, and finally Sunita. While she waited, her cousin arrived with his wife whom Sunita was meeting for the first time. She was very young, only 19 compared to her cousin's 32, but they seemed very compatible for a couple that had married less than a year ago. As they had come by bus from Jaunpur, they wanted to rest for a while before the meal, and after spending a few minutes with Sunita, proceeded to the third room in the house.




Sunita Comes of Age



Since Sunita's kurta was still wet from all the water-gun attacks of the day, she didn't sit on any of the upholstered chairs or against any of the cushions. Instead, she slid down to the ground against the corner of one of the walls and sat there, waiting for her turn in the bathroom. She looked down at her dress, trying to smooth out the folds and identify the spots where the colours were the strongest - the parts that would be more difficult to wash. It was only when she looked down that she realised that her nipples were hard and her bra was almost as transparent as her wet dress. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she wondered whether her nipples had been visible to others while playing holi, but then comforted herself by thinking that her mother would have warned her had that been the case.

As she sat on the floor, she thought she heard a sound from her cousin's room, like a giggle. Curious about the noise, she quietly got up and sat next to the door leading to the room where her cousin and wife had gone to rest. She had noticed earlier that they hadn't locked the room and in fact had left the door open a crack. She slid down the wall again to sit on the ground in a position where she could see though the slight gap.

She was shocked to see that her cousin's wife - her name was Anamika, but everyone called her Anu - had unbuttoned the front of her blouse and was slipping her hands to her back. A few seconds later, she watched Anu pull out her unhooked bra from underneath her blouse and throw that aside. She looked up to her husband with a seductive smile and got down on her knees. Her hands undid the cord that held up her cousin's pyjamas and pulled down his underwear to bring out a very erect penis. 

This was the first time Sunita was seeing an erect male penis; she had only glimpsed the flaccid ones of farmers urinating in the fields. Anu held her husband's cock in her hand and pulled back its foreskin to reveal the shiny head of the dick covered in pre-cum. Then her hand began to move up and down the shaft. There was no doubt that this dick massage was inducing great pleasure throughout her cousin Ram's body. His breathing slowed down as his wife's soft, warm, hand was wound around his cock, gliding up and down its length. She was entirely fixated on the penis only inches away from her face, but every now and then shot a smile at him.

Sunita just couldn't tear her eyes away however appalled she was at what she was watching. She was just as aghast at her own behaviour, the inability to shut her eyes or look away. In fact she began to feel a slight tingling running through her own body, becoming suddenly aware of her nipples pushing against the wet fabric of her bra and kurta.

Suddenly Anu discontinued her hand job and stuck out her tongue instead, opened her mouth and slid the hard penis inside. Ram let out a gasp obviously from the intense pleasure as his dick glided past her pink glossed lips down his shaft. She gently shook her head from side to side and nearly inserted all of the thick length into her mouth. Her hand gripped the base of her husband's dick and she released the suction on his member with a startling gag reaction. 

Sunita involuntarily raised one hand to her own nipple as she watched Anu push her face back down to the cock in front of her and stick it back in her mouth. Her soft, pink, lips travelled up and down the shaft. She had been only sucking and blowing the head of Ram's cock, but now moved again to try and get in more of it inside her mouth. But she stopped at mid length and proceeded to give that section a good sucking. Her firm lips around the cock were like a vice and her mouth left a shiny trail along its length which looked warm and moist. She kept a hand at the base of his rod and continued to bob her head back and forth. 

Sunita pinched her nipples with one hand, alternately rubbing her finger in a circular motion over her kurta exciting the aureoles. The other hand she snuck below the hem of her long shirt, between her legs, and rubbed the fabric of her pyjamas and panties over her vagina. For a fleeting moment she wondered if some djinn had taken over her body since the previous night. 

Sunita stared at Ram's thick engorged penis and saw the look of rapture on his face while Anu went on with her fellatio in a perfectly sustained tempo. Then quite suddenly her cousin's wife started to slip more of more of her husband's cock into her mouth. She slowly inserted another two inches of the fat rod in and stopped when she had fully taken in about three quarters of dick. It looked to Sunita as though that was the farthest Anu could take Ram's cock into her mouth without gagging or overexerting herself. Anu then continued to suck on his shaft and never took in more than the three quarters of the length.

When Ram opened his eyes tentatively, Sunita saw him looking down his torso at his wife's ample breasts jiggle in her taut blouse. Like her own, Anu's breasts were also round and big, sexily pressed up against each other. Her pebble sized nipples projected out of the blouse top and were clearly visible and so pointy. 

"Oh Anu!" Ram moaned, and Sunita feared that her aunt or uncle might hear, but they were still busy having their baths and getting ready for lunch. Then she saw her cousin carefully reach down to his wife's chest and pull on the low-neck of her blouse. With minimal effort, her boobs immediately popped out and were in full view. Sunita saw her glorious, young, supple, enormous breasts with smooth skin, dark pebble-sized nipples and large surrounding brown aureoles. 

Ram reached down with both hands and pawed at Anu's boobs while she continued to suck his dick. Her breasts looked smooth and heavy to the touch. Sunita had a desperate and frustrating urge to walk in through the door and grab hold of her cousin's massive penis, to suck it like Anu was doing; she wanted to feel the firmness of Anu's breasts, and have Anu play with her own tits. Once again Sunita feared that these devilish urges were the result of some supernatural infestation that had taken over her mind and soul. While she stayed still and didn't move, she just couldn't get herself to tear her eyes away from the sexual drama in front of her.

Ram continued to massage his wife's breasts while she went on sucking his penis while her hands teased his testicles. Then in one surprising move, Anu pushed her face all the way down to the base of her husband's penis, her nose rubbing against the thick masculine pubic growth of black hair around his groin. Her lips were puckered around the very shaft of his cock and the rest of his dick had disappeared inside her mouth. Sunita imagined the top of her cousin's penis press against the back of her throat. She remained in that position for a good long while before pulling herself away in an abrupt move, leaving a long string of spittle and pre-cum like a rope bridge between her mouth and Ram's cock head.

Sunita was so engrossed in these happenings that she only barely had time to yank her hand out from between her thighs and lower the other one from her breasts when her aunt opened the second connecting door and came out. She told Sunita that she was going out to make some last minute purchases and that her uncle was having a bath. Her aunt had also left a fresh set of clothing for her next to the bathroom. Sunita said that she'd get ready as soon as uncle had finished. 

As soon as her aunt had left and shut the door behind her, Sunita turned to the other bedroom and peered through the crack in the door. The busty young wife was holding each of her breasts, bringing them up to her husband's cock. Her squeezed breasts overflowed on to his dick; they were soft, firm and bouncy. Their ample size covered every inch of his shaft. Anu fumbled with her breasts until she could get a comfortable handle on them, and then pressed her tits together so that they hermetically hugged his cock and her pointy dark nipples were aimed upwards at forty five degree angles. 

Anu slid her tits forward along Ram's cock and then glided backward. An obvious wave of pleasure rippled through his body as her beautiful boobs slithered forward again. Her shoulder-length black hair swayed forward yet remained magically coiffed as her soft milky tits gracefully massaged his cock. She fucked his cock with her breasts unhurried and completely absorbed in the act. Her hands stayed anchored down on her busty twins and provided the push and pull of her boob-job. They had been leisurely sliding on the length of Ram's shaft, but spontaneously quickened. Ram groaned in obvious pleasure at the friction of her tender tits. 

Sunita was going crazy again, wishing, and hoping that she was on the bed between and all over the married couple. It took immense power of will to hold back and restrain herself. Instead, her hand snuck back between her thighs and she rubbed her pussy hard, knowing that the little sensitive knob at the top of her vaginal entrance would be sneaking out from under its hood. Her finger touched her protuberant clitoris from over the cloth and sent a shooting bolt of orgasmic ecstasy through her body. She had cum again.

Sunita looked back into the married couple's room and saw that Anu was swiftly running her boobs against Ram's dick as fast as she could. Her eyes locked on the cock before her and her hands and arms busy in play. She went on in this manner for a long, blissful, while before she stopped. Sunita looked on as she watched Anu raise her left boob toward her mouth, teasingly lick her pointy nipple and cutely bat her eyelashes at Ram. 

When Anu lifted her other breast, Ram gripped the shaft of his penis and guided it into her cleavage. It easily slid in between her boobs and furrowed in till his dick's very hilt before slowly pulling back. His hips started to rock as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her pressed tits. Anu simply kept her hands on her pressed breasts, maintaining the mammary canal they created. The slippery cock increased tempo and speared into her gorgeous orbs with the greatest of haste. Anu's boobs and hair bounced forward with every powerful thrust of Ram's cock. 

As Anu kept up the rhythmic stroking of her husband's penis with her glorious breasts, Sunita could tell that her cousin had completely surrendered his body and mind to his wife. She was the one in control, the domineering partner and Ram on the other hand was a quivering, open-mouthed, moaning, stuporous submissive. Sunita marvelled at this power that a woman could have; she watched even as Anu's tongue slithered out like that of a snake, licking the tip of his cock every time the head exposed itself. The flick of her tongue lapping up the glistening pre-cum on the head of his dick sent a waves of pleasure so great that Ram shuddered involuntarily. 

Anu's juicy boobs finally appeared to gain a bit of speed; simultaneously her skillful tongue delicately stroked the fleshy glands at the head of Ram's cock. Sunita watched as Anu's tongue slowly patted around in a circular motion and clear drops of pre-cum seeped out her hubby's prickhole while her tongue quickly lapped them up. Her tongue moved up and down his engorged tissue as if it were a delicious ice cream treat. On one occasion, she abandoned the up and down licks and started a side to side lapping. Ram let out what sounded like a combination of a moan and a sudden gasp. 

Her proficient tongue worked his delicate dick area in slow laps. At the same time, she slowly slid her magnificent silky boobs across his cock; the tip of her slippery tongue starting its lick just below his frenulum, running across the spot and curling back just as it made contact with the two sensitive glands of her husband's cock. Sunita could almost feel the potent euphoria pulsing through her cousin's body and wondered how long he could continue in this rapturous state. His groans, heavy breathing and perspiring body were all signs that suggested that this had to come to an end somehow. Ram heaved like animal as his wife's juicy bouncy tits were increasing in tempo and her licks becoming frantic. Her milky white boobs were speeding back and forth along his rod as Sunita saw Anu look down to see her boobs jiggling back and forth. Big, downy-soft, voluptuous boobs, pleasuring the length of Ram's cock and in turn his entire body. The wet tongue between her lips thirstily licked away at the head of his dick, endowing slippery saliva along its entire length. 

And then, it all happened in one lightening quick moment. Ram moaned loudly as his hips thrust up off the bed in a convulsive movement. He took hold of his enormous penis from between his wife's giant boobs and tried to redirect his rod toward them. There wasn't enough time to complete that act and Sunita saw the first shot of cum shoot out in a massive gush that landed across his wife's face. Anu closed her eyes and in that instant as Ram continued to moan, contractions from his orgasm raking his body. The second spurt hit faster than Sunita expected. The warm white liquid hit Anu's cheek and lips with force, but then she quickly wrapped her mouth around her husband's penis head. His cock pulsed with every spurt that followed and Sunita imagined Anu's mouth filling up as she let it pour in. Looking at her neck, she saw Anu's gullet bob and realised that she was swallowing her husband's semen. 

As Ram's ejaculation ended he pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth, but Sunita saw that there was cum still in her mouth. She wondered how it tasted; wanting to lick the dribbling remains off her cousin's cock. Wanting so much.

Sunita heard her uncle through the other door that the bathroom was vacant and she should go and get ready quickly. When she looked again into her cousin's room, she saw now that his cock was already growing flaccid, although she still observed pulses of minor contractions and a couple of cum drops still escaping from the tip. The slow falling drips eventually landed on the round tops of his wife's naked breasts. 

She hurriedly rose from the floor and rushed off towards the bathroom to ready herself for the lunch; her mind a confused ball of erotic thoughts mingled with some form of guilt. She bathed using the standard accoutrement you find in any rural bathroom: a bucket of water under a running tap, a mug with which to pour the water over your body, and a cake of soap. After she finished and dried herself, she dressed in the clothes that had been lent to her; since her underwear was still wet, she put her panties and bra into a plastic bag which she later slipped into her handbag.

After their lunch, which finished fairly late in the afternoon, Sunita and her parents returned home where the youngest daughter waited for them, having returned from her aunt's place earlier. As dusk fell, the cooking fires in all the neighbouring houses were lit as preparations for the evening meals began. However, Sunita's father said he wasn't going to eat anything because of their late and heavy lunch; the others felt the same and so it was decided that the girls would just have a glass of milk before bedtime and they would all skip dinner.

When the entire family retired for the day, Sunita lay silently on her bed trying to unravel the many thoughts that were churning in her brain. She thought of last night and the strange state her mind and body had been in. It hadn't been the first time that she had masturbated, but on earlier occasions she had thought of fictitious characters or actors kissing her or holding her body; she had thought of lying naked with strangers. But last night was the first time she had imagined a real man - even though she didn't know him - while stimulating herself, and she speculated if that was the reason for her climactic eruption.

And then again today afternoon while she watched her cousin and his young wife going at it, she had barely touched herself in that electrifyingly sensitive spot and had suddenly erupted again. And the sight of her cousin's penis; gosh, she had never seen one so hard and erect, and hadn't even imagined that it could be so large, with that glistening red-hot bulbous tip on a dark brown pole. It still fascinated her, and scared her. She knew that sex between man and wife was more than what she saw this afternoon, and wondered how it could fit into her vagina.

But she knew she wanted to experience what she had seen earlier in the day. On the other hand, she didn't feel she would ever want to make love, or have sex, with a man she didn't have feelings for. Feelings of respect and admiration, feelings of love and whatever other emotions she knew existed in her heart. And she knew she was a virgin; there were enough sisters and friends and friends of friends who had told her about that dreaded first night: the pain and the bleeding. But they also spoke of the ecstasy and the rapture, the deepest feelings of love and adoration, the emotions of rapture and release, the bliss and elation that came when you lie next to a man that gives himself totally to you. She also knew of the power and control that the women have over their men when you envelop them and their bodies and minds and souls. How complete love can be, she often thought. And she wondered if she would ever find such a man.

She thought of her cousin's own rapturous release of semen, the massive spurts of thick white cum that had bathed his wife's breasts and face, the geyser like eruption that she had never seen before. And once again felt a deep softness in her heart; could she someday give that much pleasure and gratification to her man. Would she ever meet someone she could call her man? Not the easiest of thoughts to fall asleep with, but she finally did. Sunita slept.

*****



Sunita Finds Release In Fantasy



It was one of those late nights when Karan was into his drinks and his music. He had been drinking long and hard and they had just sat there and listened to music and to each other. The disc ended and Sunita got up to change the disc when he called her to him.

"Hug me!" he said. She moved close to his large armchair and leaned over him. As she did that the neckline of her caftan hung open allowing him to gaze at her succulent breasts. He licked his lips involuntarily and his arms went around her as she hugged him. He put his hands on her hips and caressed her, feeling the outline of her panties. "Why did she wear so much?" he wondered. It would allow him a lot more latitude with her if she wore less when she came to him.

She smiled down at him as she felt his hands search. His face was upturned and she kissed him on his lips. One leg at a time she placed her knee on the arms of the large leather recliner. She was now over him, straddling him. Her entire body was open to his ministrations and she let herself hang there in front of him, her hands on the backrest of the armchair. Karan slid up the caftan and his hands went under. He wasted no time reaching for her bra and undoing the clasp at the back. Then he pulled the caftan over her head and threw the garment to some corner of the room, as he felt his pulse racing. 

He reached up and kissed her again, this time with his lips apart and tongue flicking at her lips. She slid her hand down the front of his t-shirt and stroked his nipple. He gasped. This was a new move by her, and after all these years their lovemaking had fallen to a pattern. Anything new was rare, but so welcome. He squirmed as she played and toyed with his chest, time and again her fingernails coming back to the nipples and arousing him.

Suddenly she moved her head lower and kissed him on his chin. She had him lean forward. When he did that his face was against her chest. His lips reached for her breasts, trying to push aside the straps of her bra with his face. She helped him get his t-shirt off. Then she slid down, now kneeling back on the floor and her lips kissed the hollow of his neck and down his chest. She hovered over the nipple sucking it in. she kneaded his chest as if to milk him and sucked in as much of his flesh as she could. His hand held her head guiding her on to suck him more and more into her mouth. 

Sunita's mind went to the manner in which Shyam sucked her breasts and she did all the things Shyam did to her in sucking and laving his nipples with her tongue. And how Shyam's toes would have by this time been playing with the insides of her thigh trying to find her sweet spot. Shyam, she thought and sighed. He never let the caressing and the foreplay become a one-way street.

She kissed Karan's tummy; tonight she was going to treat him to a rare touch from her. The touch of her warm wet mouth on his cock, only Karan didn't know it just yet. She undid the top button of his shorts and the zip slid open as she opened up the shorts wide. He lifted his hips and soon the shorts were at his ankles. His cock reared up and she watched as it jerked and danced about near her face. Slender, slim but hard, that was him.

Her lips closed around the head and she quickly slid in and out of her mouth. Karan gasped and his hips flew as if to fuck her mouth. She had her hand on his tummy restraining him back as her head bobbed up and down. Karan could feel his cum boiling up and he tried to stop her. Yes, he had had a few drinks and he would last longer than his usual fifteen minutes but not with this. This was way too much for him, as he watched his wife's head bobbing up and down between his legs. Her breasts were on his knees and he watched the bare expanse of her back. 

Sunita knew that he would cum if she didn't stop and she needed him inside her, tonight more than most nights. She too, had had a few drinks and her insides were burning for release. She had been on the phone with Shyam just before she got home. Shyam had been talking about how he wanted to fuck her and all that talk from him had got her juices moving. She needed Karan inside her, before he lost it. She moved back up and kneeled once again on the arms of the chair. Karan looked down at his cock, glistening with her saliva and at his wife's face and noted how her lips were slick with his precum.

His hands reached between her legs and he felt the heat emanate from her pussy. He quickly pulled down the panties and Sunita soon had it out of the way. She descended on his cock taking it in. She sighed with pleasure. It was not Shyam's fulfilling thickness and she smiled as she thought of how science would never understand the difference between it made. Yes, a pussy did take a large as well as a small cock with the same measure of comfort, but science could not know anything about the fullness, the stretching, and the completeness that a large cock brought. It was okay when she knew nothing but Karan; but after Shyam, Karan was a compromise. The size, the intensity, the heat and the extent to which Shyam could fuck her without cumming till he was sure she was completely satiated.

Those thoughts of Shyam brought a flood of fluid down upon Karan. Karan thrust upward and his hands went to his wife's breasts, holding her up with the breasts, his thumbs flicking the nipples. Sunita looked down at the sight with lust crazed eyes imagining Shyam squeezing orgasms out of those very nipples. She fucked down hard. She pumped Karan mercilessly. He howled and heaved back at her, best as he could from the deep cushioning of the sofa. 

Sunita held his head and pumped his cock fast and rapidly, her hips alone moving at a furious pace. Karan started to cum. Desperately he pushed Sunita up and off him; he was not supposed to cum in her. Sunita reached between them and caught the flailing cock in her hand and squeezed to give him the comfort of feeling a sheath around his cock. She leaned against him hard feeling her own cunt pulsate from the sudden vacant-ness. She gasped as her hand flooded with his seed. She had been too aggressive with him, she regretted. That response from her had turned him on to a point beyond his control and he had cum even before her first surge of fluids had left her cunt. 

She bit her lower lip as she felt the yawning emptiness within her and the unfulfilled need for a body wracking orgasm. Karan spewed and slowed as his head lolled about. His saliva smeared on her chest as the intensity of his orgasm lost him all control of his senses. He thrashed and bucked and came to a stand still. His night of drinking and the fucking from his wife drained him totally and he slumped back on the chair.

Sunita still held the messy jut of flesh in her fist as she felt her husband come to a complete standstill below her. She lifted one leg off, then another and as she came off, she could see her husband's eyes droop as sleep overcame him. She wiped the fluids on her hand on his shorts and got off. She did not bother to snap back her bra or wear her panties. She found her caftan, and wore it and left the room to head to her own room.

Her legs were trembling as she felt unbridled passion and unmet needs. She bit her lip as she entered her room. She stood with her back to the bed, facing her dressing table. Slowly she lifted the caftan off and threw it aside. Her open bra was partly covering her and she had no panties on. she took in the sight and slowly removed her bra, now completely nude. She watched the marks of wetness on her body and the slight glistening of her pubic hair. Her breasts were flushed with the efforts of Karan but nowhere near rested. 

She wondered about what Shyam had told her about playing with herself the way he played with himself. She had hotly denied any such needs but she couldn't visualize going to bed in this state tonight. She thought of her friend in Mumbai who had a stud boy in the neighborhood eating out of her hand and readily accessible to her. She wondered why she had no such toy-boy.

Shyam talked of dildos, phallic objects used by women to pleasure themselves. Sunita had stared in wonderment at him when he talked of such things. They seemed unreal and she had always felt that a woman wouldn't have such blatantly sexual needs. At least in her mind, at least in the past. But Shyam had awakened her body to expectations which Karan could not match. Even on nights like this, when she allowed herself to let go, Karan couldn't consummate the union in the fashion Shyam had got her used to.

Her hands idly twirled the hair at the junction of her legs and she allowed her fingers to stroke her lips. It felt wonderful but she felt odd doing it. She had her Shyam to do that for her and touching her own self there like that felt very dirty. 

But the need was strong and she let her fingers separate her pussy lips. She sat on the bed, her legs spread wide, lewdly as she watched herself in the mirror. These were the thighs Shyam kissed as tenderly as he made his way to her cunt, she thought as she stroked her thighs. She shivered. She ran her long finger along the ridge at the top of her cunt, feeling out her clit. And then she rapidly stroked that sensitive flesh. One hand went to her breast as she felt the heat rising rapidly. Suddenly her fingers became rough as she pinched her nipples. Her body arched; that felt so much like Shyam!

Maybe there was more to this than she had previously thought. She let two fingers up her pussy and raked her cunt. It felt so good. Sunita's lips parted as she gasped. She needed that fuck. Her eyes wandered to her dressing table where she saw her array of perfume bottles and cosmetics. One perfume bottle was sufficiently phallic in its shape and her eyes fixed on it. She stroked her pussy a few more times and soon she knew the vacuum inside her needed filling. Damn Karan for being the kind of guy he was! And damn Shyam for not being where he was needed.

She reached across to the dresser and lifted the long tapering perfume bottle. The cap was a screw on cap and seemed to be tight enough to take some pounding. She kneeled in front of the mirror on one knee the other leg held wide agape. She watched her own eyes in the mirror as she used the rounded knob of the cap on her cuntlips. She rotated it so that it nosed her open. She shuddered as she felt the spasms and the wetness on the knob of the bottle cap made sure that it was now lubricated for further action. She ran it up and down the entire length of her slit the way she massaged herself with Shyam's cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed. It felt wonderful. She gripped the body of the bottle as she thrust it deeper up into her cunt. It entered her easily, and she turned the bottle now. The ribbing on the glass surface raked the inside walls of her pussy and she gasped with pleasure. A smile creased her face as she remembered Shyam's words to take his advice seriously if desire became unbearable. "I have never felt that kind of desire" had been her response then. But then, she had never felt the Shyam kind of pleasure ever!

She wanted to fuck. She wanted to go back to that moment on the armchair when she had Karan up inside her. When she was in command of the pleasure she was seeking. She kneeled with both knees on the bed now. She grabbed a pillow and placed it under the bottle. She carefully held the bottle in her hand and lifted and dropped her hips onto the bottle. The knob spread apart her lips. The ribs on the glass surface of the bottle raked her flesh. She felt pleasure spreading through her body. One hand massaged her breast. She fucked up and down. 

Shyam. She needed Shyam. His hands caressing her ass, his lips on her nipples and his cock ramming up into her; sometimes with a fast in-and-out sawing; sometimes with a deep thrusting fuck, holding her ass tight and down. 

With those thoughts she fucked the bottle in her hand. She felt juices pool and flow over the fist that held the bottle as the pleasuring resulted in flow. She stared at the vision in the mirror; the restrained and comfortable Sunita fucking a bottle in desperation thinking of the way her lover plundering her.

She left the bottle there stuck half way. She twirled it in her cunt as it juiced her, like a fruit juicer squeezing an orange. Her hand found her throbbing clit. She stroked the clit furiously. She closed her eyes. She imagined Shyam's head between her legs. That vision caused a surge in her feelings. She felt her hips move more violently as she felt her orgasm welling up. 

She saw her stomach flutter. She screwed the bottle around more number of turns in her cunt. Her fingers focused hard. Her face screwed up. Her lips were parted. She was clenching her muscles in her pelvis and for the first time in her life, she saw parts of her going taut and relaxing in a rhythm. It was the orchestration of her body to her orgasm. 

She lost control of her head and her body as the orgasm ripped out of her. Her eyes tried to stay focused on the flailing figure in the mirror. 

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shyamlllllllllllllllllllllll!" she went as the cunt thrashed and jerked, taking her body with it. She rammed down and gasped as she felt the bottle go too far. She pulled back and let it in again. Fucking herself. Her hips rose and fell as she imagined the body of her man prone below her and she taking the flesh for her own satisfaction.

She stroked her stomach, her thighs, and her breasts as she shuddered and came. A small quantity of her juices flowed down the surface of the bottle wetting her hand. 

She jerked, once, twice, thrice. Then she paused as she felt various parts of herself shudder. Then she thrust down once more. And warmth spread over her, including her nipples and her face as they flushed red. 

She dropped her ass back to the bed, legs spread wide. She watched herself spread out with her improvised dildo stuck in her. She must tell Shyam of this she thought to herself. Slowly she lay back, allowing the bottle to slip out of her and lie there between her legs.

Now she wanted Shyam holding her, caressing her as her body came down from the highs. She stifled the sob that came up in her at the feelings over his absence. She hadn't heard Karan come to the room of the door from where he had watched her masturbate herself to an orgasm. 

As Sunita curled up to sleep, she felt his warmth encompass her as he spooned himself to her back. She felt the body, warm. She felt him rub himself against her, the limp cock against her asscheek. Hands came around and cupped and held her breasts as he pulled them close together. 

In the sleep induced haze of her mind the satisfaction of cuddling with Shyam was met, but somewhere she knew it was not him. She smiled as she rubbed her thighs together and allowed herself to let go and sleep.



Sunita Gets Hired as a Maid



Ram's friend Bahadur had called to say that his sahib would meet and interview Sunita on the coming Sunday. On Saturday evening, Bahadur had come over to Ram's workshop while she and Ram's wife, Anu, were serving tea to all the men folk. He scribbled his employer's name and address along with a mobile number and gave it to Sunita, telling her to be at that address early Sunday morning.

Sunita had been very excited about the possibility of being hired by Bahadur's boss, but as Sunday drew closer, her nervousness was beginning to peak. She kept asking him all evening about his boss; what kind of a man is he? Is he strict? Does he have bad habits like drinking and womanising? Will she get a room to stay or will she have to travel every day? How many people live in the house? Does he travel? Does he throw many parties? She asked whatever came to her mind and Bahadur was patient with her, realising her anxiety and feeling for her.

She badgered Anu as well. But her sister was pragmatic and told her not to jump the gun. Maybe she wouldn't get the job. Anu told her that she must feel comfortable in the gentleman's presence and be conscious of any nasty traits that he may display or even hint at. In fact, the more Anu spoke the more edgy Sunita got. So she retreated to her corner of the house and debated the endless possibilities with herself.

Sunita realised that she wanted the job desperately. She was hoping for three things: that her potential employer was a nice man, that the pay would be reasonable, and that she would be offered a room to stay in. She was not worried about the amount of work or even the nature of work she may have to do; she was confident of being able to tackle her responsibilities professionally and well.

Unsurprisingly, she was unable to sleep the night before her interview, catching only fleeting moments of shut-eye. She got up early, long before Ram and Anu on the Sunday morning. After completing her ablutions, she started getting ready. She dressed carefully and smartly, wearing her best saree and finest blouse, with matching sandals. She combed her long black tresses of hair and wrapped them neatly in a tight bun on top of her head, pinning it into place. She took a comfortable shawl to wrap around herself, an expensive one that her father had bought for her when he went to city once from the village.

Twenty minutes after the crack of dawn, Anu woke up just as Sunita was ready to leave. The girls whispered to one another so as not to wake up Ram on this early Sunday morning. Anu wished her friend and sister the very best, placed a small red dot of powder that she pinched off the small shrine they had in the house on her forehead, hugged Sunita and walked her to the door. As she stepped out into the Delhi winter, she suddenly had a panicky burst of anxiety that she had to stamp down on in her mind.

She had decided to take an auto-rickshaw to the South Delhi colony where Bahadur's boss was staying, not wanting to mess up her clothes and hair travelling by bus. In any case, she wasn't sure what the frequency of buses was going to be this early on Sunday, or whether she'd have to change lines or not. She certainly didn't want to be late, having decided that 8 o'clock was a good time to arrive for the interview. She wrapped her shawl tightly around herself, covering her head and gave the auto-rickshaw driver the address.

Thirty minutes later, having driven through relatively empty streets, Sunita passed the luxury five-star hotel where Bahadur and his employers worked; she knew the house was close by. In another five minutes she had alighted from the scooter-rickshaw, paid the driver, and walked into the lobby of the apartment. She had arrived earlier than expected so she sat down on a sofa that was placed in one corner of the lobby. There was nobody else there, which surprised Sunita because Bahadur had mentioned that a security guard would be present and had been told to expect her in the morning.

She spent another fifteen minutes in the lobby observing the chic finishings in glass, chrome and wood, the artfully placed decorative items, the plush and thick navy blue carpet, and the warm ambient lighting. The security guard then came in through a door at the back and told her he'd been having breakfast but had seen her on the monitors that displayed feeds from security cameras across the building. He had been expecting her and now suggested she proceed up in the elevator.

Sunita got into the lift, pressed the penthouse button, then turned to the mirrored wall behind her to check that her clothes weren't awry and that her hair was neatly in place. The elevator rose silently and she continued priming herself because it stopped equally silently and the door slid open without a noise. When they began to close slowly, she saw the movement in the mirror and turned hastily to slip a hand between the doors, causing them to reopen. That's when she saw him.

Tall, not completely white complexion, thick and fairly long hair with curls around his neck, casually dressed, and a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As soon as she faced him though, he seemed to freeze completely. Almost a minute went by when this man just kept looking at her. Sunita began to feel a little uncomfortable, not sure if he was the person she had come to meet. She was also unsure about what to do or say next. He was a good looking man, but good looking men weren't always good people.

When he suddenly rattled off a couple of sentences in English, all she understood was "Good morning" so she responded but in such a nervous and muffled voice, she was sure he hadn't heard her. She quickly fumbled with her hand back, dove her fingers into it and pulled out the scrap of paper that Bahadur had passed on to her. She tried to smoothen it with her fingers and then thrust it towards the man, who took it from her and read it. He seemed rather surprised as he read the note containing his name, address and phone number and Sunita was now certain that she'd come to the wrong place. But just as her tension was about to get the better of her, she blurted out her name and followed that up in her broken English with a string of words mentioning house-maid, interview, Bahadur..., anything that she felt may be relevant.

And finally understanding dawned on that handsome face looking down at her from his height. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she caught the light of comprehension on his features, and then he was talking all over again. In fact, he kept saying sorry and apologising which once again made her nervous, but he also had a smile on his face now. He talked about breakfast and after a brief embarrassment when Sunita thought he wanted her to cook immediately, he led her back into the elevator and took her out for breakfast in his very plush and fancy car.

They drove almost silently to a nearby market where he bought them omelettes and bread and glasses of hot tea. She was almost happy but too afraid to let herself enjoy the moment for fear that she may be misunderstanding all these events that were unfolding so swiftly. But soon after their breakfast, they went back to his apartment and this time he asked her in. Sunita quickly glanced around and saw how beautiful and clean and neat everything was, then they stepped out on to a terrace where he sat, and asked her to sit as well. She sat on the floor in front of him and they talked.

Her confidence came back gradually and with it, her ability to string words together in coherent sentences returned as well. She kept looking at his face as he spoke, bathing in the deep baritone of his voice, letting her eyes absorb his masculine features, observing the tautness of his chest and muscles through the tight t-shirt that he wore, watching his beautiful lips move as he talked. Once, very briefly, she thought his eyes strayed to her chest and she wondered if her cleavage was visible but was too embarrassed to set right the pallu of her saree while he watched.

And then suddenly she had the job! Starting immediately. She even had her own room with an attached bathroom. When sahib brought up the subject of salary, she told him that whatever he decided would be fine. There was a strange feeling, a very strong emotion that had set her heart thumping, unable to explain this sudden sentiment that she felt towards her new Sir. She was very touched with everything he had just given her, almost like a new life, a life she had dreamed of when she left the village that early winter morning two years ago. The emotions were so strong and she had no way of expressing them to sahib; her eyes began to water so she looked away briefly, blinking away the tears. Then she turned to face him, bent down to touch his feet, thanking him, then straightened up quickly and set off to get her things from Ram and Anu's house.

Sunita had told sahib that she would be back in a few hours, and he said that would be fine and that he'd wait for her to return.

He had insisted that she take an auto-rickshaw, even gave her money for the fare but she decided she had enough time to take a bus to Anu's house and then take an auto back. She wasn't trying to save the money; she just wanted to sit alone and think about this wonderful man she had just met and the almost saintly things he had just done for her. On the bus, she could be by herself for at least 45 minutes, and she wanted to savour them.

After getting on to the bus, for which Sunita had to wait for just five minutes, she bought her ticket and went to the back where she found a seat by the window, alone. Immediately she let her thoughts go to her new sahib; she wasn't sure how to pronounce his name but that didn't matter. He was her sahib. She thought of him sitting out on the terrace in his chair and her on the ground almost at his feet. She thought of a moment when their eyes met; a casual glance on his part, but the memory of the intensity of his dark eyes caused her heart to skip a beat. She reached down to raise the neckline of her blouse to hide the tell-tale flush spreading across her chest. As she did so, her fingers almost imperceptibly grazed her breasts and Sunita's nipples hardened at just that slightest touch.

Horrified, she glanced up, making sure nobody had noticed, but the bus was almost empty and she went back to her thoughts; now bordering on the erotic. She wondered what it was about him that was causing such a raw and visceral reaction in her. She looked out of the window and tried to compose herself, smoothening her saree and running her fingers over her hair. And as she did that, she couldn't help but imagine what it might feel like to have sahib's fingers in her hair, his hands caressing her throat, his fingers tracing her lips as she suggestively flicks her tongue over the tips of them.

Sunita felt a warmth infusing her entire body, not sure whether her panties were wet. "What is wrong with me? I'm behaving as if I'm an oversexed teenager, when in actuality I'm an adult woman", she thought to herself. She thinks back and realises that she has never had such an intense physical response at just the sight of a man. She knows that just the sight of him has caused a burning under her skin (and now she's sure, between her legs).

Sunita began recalling the physical attributes about the man that had just changed her life and tried to fathom whether that was a part of what was causing her to feel the way she was. A strong athletic build : broad shoulders, moving down to his strong chest and his bronzed, muscular arms, thick black hair with silver at the temples; dark brooding eyes; full, sensuous lips framing beautiful white teeth. And what a sexy charming smile...In her mind, with her fingers Sunita traced his shoulders, down his muscular biceps to his tight forearm and...

She was thinking about the rooms of the master's house, him and her alone in a room together. She remembers the bed clad in simple white sheets and a fluffy white comforter. He was standing in front of her wearing a T-shirt, jeans and in bare feet. Suddenly, losing complete control of her thoughts, her eyes shut, head resting on her forearms over the back of the seat in front of her, she imagined herself kneel in front of him, touching his ankles and feet. She day-dreamed of her hands slowly travel up his firm, brown calves, squeezing gently as her hands make their way up along his thighs. Barely able to control herself and her runaway thoughts now, she sees herself unbuckling the belt around his waist, unzipping the fly and pushing his jeans down around his ankles. She pictures him step out of his jeans, and as he does, his body comes forward and her lips makes contact with the bulge in the front of his underwear. With a moan, she pushes her face into his crotch and releases the hot breath she's been holding back for what seems like an eternity.

Almost unaware of the reality rushing past her outside the window of her bus, Sunita dreams of signalling to her master that she wants his cock filling her mouth...now...As he leans down to push off his underwear, she runs her fingers through the thick black pubic hair that surrounds the base of his penis. He tosses his underwear aside and he's fully erect now and the sight of his cock standing at full attention is pure magnificence.

Wanting to give her new benefactor the ultimate pleasure, Sunita now dreams of easing him towards the bed and watches as he lies back in a semi-reclined position with his elbows supporting him. She sees herself kneeling in front of him and taking his shaft into her mouth, thinking that it feels so good to finally have her lips wrapped around it...She imagines swirling her tongue around the tip, gliding her tongue along the length of it, caress his testicles with her tongue and fingers. Her hands travel up his thighs and over his abdomen. She fantasises about him reaching down to open her blouse and push the brassiere up, then firmly squeeze her breasts with his strong hands. She dreams of how her sensitive nipples have been aching for his touch and as he kneads her breasts and rolls her nipples between his fingers, he brings her to orgasm. Her eyes don't break contact with his as her body contorts with pleasure...dreams and fantasies.

Oblivious to the physical impact that these pleasure thoughts were having on her body, she pursued her wild and vivid thoughts; in her mind's eye she resumed sucking and licking his cock, taking it as deeply as she could into her mouth and throat...quick, short strokes...long, slow, swirling, sucking motions. She knew how his balls would start to tighten as the pulsations begin in the shaft of his glorious cock. She looks up at him to witness the expression of pleasure on his face as he fills her mouth with his hot cum. She stretches herself to believe that once the convulsions of his body subside, she will close her eyes as he pulls her into an embrace, gently pushing back her hair and kissing her on the cheek.

The tinkle of a bell signalling another stop on the route awakens her from her reverie. Now, Sunita can feel the heavy moisture that has soaked into her panties, the insides of her thighs making a squishy sound as she adjusts herself on the seat. She's two stops away from Anu's house; a new life about to unfold. She knows she's just had a fantasy, fully conscious of the fact that she is a maid-servant and sahib is of a very different and far more superior class. She will not allow her dreams to come in the way of her work. Work is worship, her teachers in school always told her.

But now she had to share the excitement with Anu, and soon after rush back to her new job. They didn't have much time together. While Sunita packed her meagre belongings into the old suitcase she had brought from the village, she told Anu everything she could about the man, his good lucks, his politeness, his smile, his eyes, his house, his car, their breakfast, her room, the terrace on the house, the bus number to the apartment, the hotel in which he worked. She was excited, a little anxious, perhaps a bit frightened; but most of all, excited. And then she told Anu of her day-dreaming in the bus.

Anu told her to be cautious and not to fantasise about her new boss, a foreign master, however much of a gentleman he apparently was. And also to protect her from any emotional trauma, Anu told her to focus on her work and not on the man. Sunita hurriedly finished her packing, hugged Anu goodbye with promises to meet as soon as she got her first day off, then stepped out of the house and flagged down an auto-rickshaw. She lugged her suitcase into the tuk-tuk, then squeezed herself into it and gave the driver her new address. As he wound his way through the sparse Sunday traffic, her thoughts went back to her new master. What a handsome man, she thought, wondering how they would communicate with her limited knowledge of English and his of Hindi. She wondered again why she had let her imagination run wild on the bus journey not half an hour ago and her face flushed at the recollection. Then remembering Anu's words, she chided herself and promised to focus on her work and not on the man.

In just over thirty minutes she was at the door to her employer's apartment building. The security guard helped her carry her suitcase into the apartment and let her ride up alone. Once again, Sunita tidied up in the mirrored walls of the elevator before stepping out on to the floor that housed her master. Suddenly she had what came close to a panic attack, wondering if she would be able to work to her master's satisfaction, hoping that he wasn't too impatient with her, wondering if he really was a gentleman like he looked, thinking about what else could go wrong, hoping that he liked her as much as she seemed to be liking him. Focus on the work. She gathered herself and walked to door.

Just as she was raising her finger to press the doorbell, she noticed that the door was open; it hadn't shut when she left and sahib hadn't obviously bothered. Not knowing whether she should ring the bell or not, she pulled up her suitcase which inadvertently knocked against the door which silently pushed open. So she stepped in, unthinking for the moment, pulled her luggage inside and shut the door behind her. Sunita looked straight out through the glass wall in front of her but couldn't see sahib on the terrace. He wasn't in the main living area either.

The bedroom was off to the side of the living room and she glanced towards it. She walked towards the room and saw that the door was ajar but there was very little light inside. The curtains had been drawn, leaving just a crack in the folds through which a sliver of light filtered through; the rest was cast in shadows. As she reached the bedroom door, Sunita heard a soft that seemed to come from the bed; she paused adjusting her eyes to the near darkness inside, listening carefully in an attempt to determine what the sound was. Several seconds of silence passed and she was about to speak when she heard the soft rustle once more. Again, she hesitated. For a second she thought she had also heard something that had sounded like a moan. For an instant she felt a panic, fearing that something was wrong with him. But, for reasons, she did not actually understand, instead of speaking, she moved closer, quietly. 

The shadows that filled the edges of the room, as well as the fact that she was behind him, kept her from his field of view. Cautiously, she crept closer. With a feeling of trepidation, she peered over the top of the bedside table lamp next to the door. What she saw in the soft glow of light took her by complete surprise. Her master was lying on his, naked with his hand wrapped around his cock. It was hard and swollen and at the very tip a drop of wetness glistened. 

To say she was shocked would be an understatement. But as she watched his hand slide up and down his shaft what she felt, replacing the astonishment was arousal. It was, she thought to herself with whatever lucidity she was able to garner, an incredibly erotic sight. She realized that she should probably say something or do something to let him know she was there, but she did not. Instead, she stood perfectly still, barely breathing, and watched fascinated as he continued to stimulate himself with long slow strokes. His cock was very swollen and the moisture at the tip increased with each stroke he took. Her mouth began to water and she felt a tingle in her nipples and a moisture beginning between her legs.




Sunita Gets Hired as a Maid



As she stared, running the tip of her tongue around her parched lips, Sunita wondered if her master was asleep and his actions unconscious. Maybe he was dreaming in a phantom state. He was pumping with his right hand and with his left he was gently squeezing his balls. The moans that she had heard, she knew now, were his moans of arousal. He had his legs parted and was thrusting his hips a bit with each downward stroke. But all his actions were very gentle, almost in slow motion. Occasionally, he would pause and use the tip of his forefinger to rub the precum around on the head until it was wet all over then he would slide his thumb around the edges. Whenever he slid it along the soft underside of the head, his body would twitch and he would moan softly. Suddenly Sunita was thinking that that was the spot that he would like her to stimulate with the tip of her tongue if ever the opportunity arose. Without thinking about it, she parted her lips slightly and moved a hand to one of her breasts. She could not believe how aroused she was becoming just from watching him.

His eyes were closed and she wondered what he was thinking about. What was going on in his fantasy? Was she there? She noticed the gentle rhythm that he had going. He would pump himself slightly faster up to a point and then he would stop and pull the skin down tight along the shaft towards his balls. When he did so his cock seemed to swell in his hand and she could clearly see, even in the dim light, the veins bulging just beneath the surface of the skin. His penis was the thickest she had ever seen in her life, thicker than all the ones she had actually seen as well as those she may have fantasised about. Her own hands were not idle either. With her left one she squeezed her breast and pinched the hard nipple through the material of her blouse. Her right hand had lifted the hem of her saree and her fingers had found her swollen clit and were stroking it lightly. Sunita struggled to control her breathing, afraid that if she made any noise, sahib would hear her and stop what he was doing. She did not want him to stop. She wanted to watch him finish. Her legs had begun to feel weak and she hoped that they would hold her up until then.

Again and again he would pump himself to the edge and then stop. She thought about the feelings of pleasure he was experiencing and knew that they must match her own. Her pussy was so wet that she feared that he would hear the soft sounds her fingers were making there as she circled them around and around her clit. But he was lost in his fantasies and in his own pleasure. The moisture was oozing from the tip of his cock now and she watched him use it to lubricate the shaft so that his hand would slide easier. He was thrusting his hips up and down with each stroke and his pace had become faster. She sensed that he was nearing his orgasm and she knew that hers was fast approaching as well. His hand practically became a blur as he pumped his cock fiercely, almost savagely. He was clearly awake now.

The rawness of it, the power of it, was almost overwhelming. Her legs were shaking and she stifled a moan as she slipped a finger into her pussy. She moved it in unison, in and out of herself, as she watched his hand. Suddenly, his body stiffened and with a groan he ejaculated. Spurt after spurt of thick cum flew from the tip of his cock and landed on his chest and stomach. She was amazed at the amount of it and with the force with which it shot out. She imagined it shooting inside of her and the thought sent her over the edge into her own orgasm. She bit her lip and fought to remain silent as she heard him groan again and watched as he lifted his hips and pumped his cock mercilessly, his body shuddering each time he ejaculated more cum. There was so much of it. The slightly greying hair on his chest was wet with it and it pooled on his quivering stomach. Thick strands of it covered his cock and hand.

Gradually, his hand slowed and his body began to relax as the force of the orgasm began to subside. For her own part, she was trembling and suddenly realized that she either needed to move or would collapse where she was. Her orgasm had been a strong one yet she was still extremely aroused. Looking at him, lying there, holding his cum soaked cock in his hand, she knew she had to touch him, to have him touch her.

But not now, not today. Focus on the work, not the man. Easier said than done, she thought. She quietly eased her way back to the entrance door, pulled her suitcase out, shut the door in front of her, and then rang the doorbell to her master's house.

*******



Sunita Has Him, Then Me



It was a bad idea – I knew from the word go. But there was no other way to be near Sunita. When she asked me to stay over that weekend, I was torn between the idea of being near her and the discomfort of being at home on a Saturday night – the night Karan looks for her. Hell, I also know that I get aroused as mad being near Sunita and how would I manage to stay within bounds? I had stayed at her place once when Karan was traveling and was extremely familiar with the layout of the house – would Karan find that strange?

There were other friends that dropped in that Saturday night for an evening together and there was music, drinks and all the usual bonhomie that goes with a night of friends together. I didn't know any of them – except my Sunita and Karan – her Karan. I helped around the house with drinks and snacks and stuff, and on more than one occasion we passed so close to each other I could smell her perfume. More than once she looked me in the eye and her face was flushed red. 

As the evening came to a close most of the people left, and I lingered on, hoping Karan would go to bed before Sunita and me. It began to get awkward as Karan clearly had plans for himself with Sunita – moving close to her, smooching her, and caressing her as she went past when he thought no one was looking. But I was looking – I spent the entire evening looking at her from different angles: laughing, smiling, joking, flirting, serving: she looked as beautiful as she ever did.

And I saw Karan building up towards her and knew that my retiring to my room was inevitable. I went and lay down not quite able to sleep. Soon I heard some noises, of Sunita and Karan. I opened the door slightly. Both of them were downstairs in the kitchen. 

"Hey, let go of me!" Sunita squealed. "I am not done with the kitchen." 

"Naaaaaaaaaw," he drawled and pressed himself against her back pinning her to the counter in the kitchen. She could feel his surging, if small, cock pressing into her. 

"Karan," she hissed, "What are you doing?" I saw his hands disappear to the front of her. A loud moan from her, "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Obviously he was kneading her tits.

She pushed him away, her face red. She knew I was there upstairs; and we had talked of this night. We had thought he would be too drunk and sleep off; or that she would manage that. But she never held any assurances to me that she would come to me or my room after that. She was clear. That would hardly be the right thing for a married demure woman, who cared for her husband to do. The only thing she sought to tell me is that I would not have to live with the thought that she was being fucked by him, or fucking him, when I was there in that house.

I watched as she went to the fridge to put away some dishes. He followed her and caught her there too. She turned around and he rubbed himself against her. She pushed him away and they stumbled and that brought Sunita near the dining table. He pushed her back and her ass was propped on that dining table. He kissed her neck and her chin. 

"Oohhh, Ssssuuuu... Karan!" she murmured. His lips trailed down her throat and nuzzled her breasts. Her hands went to his head and she tried to pull him up – so he shouldn't go down on her. Not where only her Shyam was allowed to take her.

"Karan, not here! The maids, the kids, not here....!" She whispered as she pushed him away. Her sentence was punctuated with groans and grunts as she felt his lips drive her wild. She ran to the stairs and he ran behind her. She was four steps ahead so her ass was at his face level. He reached out and bit at her ass.

"Aaaaaaaah...Karan!" she shuddered. Her knees became weak. She sank to the stairs and he was on top of her.... Grinding himself into her. Her hands went around his shoulders holding him..... and he rammed hard. 

"KARAN!" Sunita hissed. "What are you doing?" 

The thrusting rammed his cock against her pussy through clothes and all. She got up and stumbled to the top of the stairs. He grabbed her by the wrists and kissed his way up her hand. To her shoulder. Down her chest. And I saw his lips nip at the tip of her breast. I was burning with jealousy and with arousal. 

Karan was too aroused to go as far as their own bedroom and he pushed her to the small ante room next to my guestroom. He ripped open her shirt top, a loud rip shearing the stillness of the night air. His hands opened the button of her trousers and he peeled it down. 

"Wait!" Sunita pleaded, the lust in her voice apparent. 

"For what? There are no maids and here and the kids are asleep in their room," Karan countered. 

He threw her back on the bed. Her shirt was open. She was in her panties. Heaving. Excitement writ large on her face. Never before had Karan been this forceful in his assault on her. He pulled down her panties and threw it, and it came and fell so near where I was standing. I crept out of the room to a place from where I could see more. 

She took off her shirt and her bra. The manner in which she did this was familiar to me. The body language indicated she was ready now to get fucked. That was how it was when she was with me too: there would be a point at which she would take of her rings and trinkets – a clear signal to me that I could change gears.

Karan too changed gears. He tongued her all over her body. Breasts. Shoulder. "Oh Karan!" she gasped. Her stomach. "mmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaaahh." 

He moved lower. She gasped and sat up and pulled his head to her. 

"No not there, Karan," she thought to herself. "That place belongs to my Shyam." 

He spread her legs roughly. 

"Karan, careful," she said, while her hands came around and clutched at his ass as she got excited and started to want his cock. But he was in an animal mood. He held her legs apart, one in each hand. Then slid his hands down to the inside of her thighs and fell on her. His cock bludgeoned into her. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Karannnnnnn, slowly sweetheart," she pleaded to no avail.

"No!" he screamed. And then thrust ever harder into her pussy. Her hand came up behind his neck trying to pull him close so he couldn't thrust that hard. He pushed her away and held her hips, holding her up so her so pussy was a target. "HAAAAAA" he screamed as he pounded into her. In and out. In and out. His ass tightened. Her hands clutched at his ass and kneaded them. He hammered into her. He was out of breath. He couldn't go on. His chest was bursting.

She knew he couldn't last longer, nor did he have that kind of stamina. He was no Shyam. Shyam was different. Never this violent. And completely untiring. Her leg was spread right now at an impossible angle. With Shyam? He would have sensed her hip was paining. Karan's cock was not so thick as Shyam's. And yet it was pleasuring her with a tinge of pain. With Shyam? No matter how hard he fucked her pussy was always wetter and wider, and could have never felt even a remote twinge of pain, unless it was a pleasurable pain.

She had to do something. She reached between them. Karan was still holding himself away from Sunita so that he could continue his animal thrusting. That gave Sunita enough space to reach between and ring his cock with her fingers. As he thrust next, his skin was pulled back and the cockhead swelled up. She twitched her cunt and twisted her hips a bit and he started to shudder. He pulled out – withdrawal was how they managed birth control. His cum spilled onto her belly, her thighs. 

She pulled him close to give him the comfort of cumming by hugging; by trapping his cock between them, pressed on her belly. It twitched and throbbed. Spilling and smearing onto their tummies.

She held him close, allowing him to finish cumming. She was looking at the ceiling thinking of how Shyam never failed to give her the satisfaction of the fullness of his cock in her womb and the warm gush. That is when she noticed me – looking over his shoulder and seeing me watching them.

Her face went red. She stiffened. Her modesty as a married woman was compromised. And o god, how could she have let Shyam see her like this. I looked at her lying there. Legs spread wide. Karan prone over her. Her one hand around his shoulder. The other cupping his ass. Her heel over his calf. She pushed him away. He rolled over, asleep as he landed. Tired out exhausted. He had exerted himself, and was spent.... But was she taken anywhere...........?

She gathered her clothes and covered her body with her hands in front. She crept out, shy and embarrassed. Trying to slip away to her room to wash up and change. But she was to pass too close to me to go that way. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my room.

"Shyam, what are you doing?" she hissed. "Karan is there right next door." 

"And I am here," I replied. Determined to feel her breasts and heartbeat against my chest before the slut in her went back into that shell which hid the real her from me.

Her clothes dropped to the floor and I pushed her to the wall. She could feel my cock prod her belly through my pajamas as I leaned into her. I kissed her neck. Nibbling her earlobes. And my palm flattened against her tummy. I felt the half dry smear of his seed on her tummy and my palm inched down to her pussy. My palm covered her pussy and my fingers played with the strip of sensitive skin between the pussy and her anus. I felt the wetness. And I felt something else......

The throb of her cunt. 

"Shyaaaaaaaaaaam! I have wanted you all evening," she lied. It may be true of this moment, but I could not put away in my mind the images of her fucking Karan with a lust that was undeniable.

Right now, her hand rubbed my cock and the pajama was wet in a jiffy. My hand went under her and cupped her ass. I lifted her one leg and brought it around my hip. That gave her the support of the wall and her other leg was on the floor. My hand holding her ass fully in my large hands, I lifted her up. Her tummy caressed my cock pressing it backward. Up came her pussy the wetness of cock and cunt smearing each other. I lifted her higher giving place to my cockhead to nose her open. And then she adjusted her hips a bit so the cunt capped over the cockhead. She thrust down. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh Sunitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I shuddered helplessly. 

"Shyyyyyyyyyam. It feels great to be taken by you darling!" she screamed, her hand on the back of my head. We thrust a few times. And then we let go and slid to the floor right there. 

We used my pajama to soak up the soppy juices in her pussy. Then she got on top of me. I held her breasts in my hand. She let her weight down on me and let my hands hold her up. My thumbs toggled her nipples. I pinched her nipples. 

"Aaagh! Hnnnnh! Oooo! Shyam. My nipp –ah- nipples – uh nipples ...they aaaaaahhh want yo... your..... fingers," she wailed. 

I looked up and saw her lust crazed face. Her body propped up by my grip on her tits. Her ass moved up and down. "Oh! Aaawwwh, yaaaaaaah! Fuck me. Take me. Fill me....," Sunita begged. 

Her breasts are a full handful. A very full handful, but no more. And the harder I held them, the more her pussy seemed to twitch. She thrust down. I lay back and took the hump with a long, "Yesssssssssssssssssss!"

When she pulled herself up, I fucked upward. "Haaannnnnnnnhhh!" she went. And with that thick rod thrust up into her, she lost control of her neck muscles and her head shuddered and flailed. Then it was her turn to fuck down. 

'Ooohhhh, Sunitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I cried out as I felt the loss of control. 

"Yes baby, cum! Cum! Cum!" she looked down into my eyes. Sensing that for once her Shyam was going to lose control she brought her legs together and a look of determination came on her face. She fucked as if she was the man. I was beside myself. 

"No Sunita, I ....ahhh.. don't......... no ..........want........no, no, no, no, no, no!" and with every 'no' I squirted into her. Blasts of cum splashing into her. 

She smiled and with her eyes laughing, said, "Yes, darling!" The contrast in her efforts with Karan and me flashed through my mind. She needed Karan to finish. She wanted her Shyam to flood her and take her and fill her. 

Her moans and thrusting and jerking were certainly louder and more intense. She leaned back and fondled my balls and thighs as she continued to fuck the now depleting cock. "Ah! Yes, baby! Do me! Take me! Dry me! Yes Sunita! Don't stop....!" I laughed. "Don- ah... don't don't don't stoppppppppppppppp!"

My hands let go of the tight grip and started to caress her breasts, heaving softly. Tenderly. Every time my fingers caressed her nipples with a feather touch, she shuddered, "ufffffff. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!". A rumbling shudder. Which spasmed on my cock. I twitched. The tender caress went out of control and I quickly squeezed hard before going back to a gentler caress. Holding her while she was still sitting upright. Hands on her hips. Roaming her back. Nails tracing lines on her body making her shudder everywhere.

Till I had slipped out of her. She lifted her leg to get off me. I savored that view, of the pretty and conformist housewife getting off her stud lover with her legs spread wide. Her body on her haunches splayed open. Dripping. Then I realized I hadn't given her the big one which she had stopped Karan from going for. 

I held her hips and encouraged her to move over my face but she wouldn't. We struggled a bit. She reached for my pajama and and cleaned herself as best as she could. She got off me. Her ass was near me. I reached out and bit her. She gasped. I pushed her onto the floor and she was soon sitting near me. Both of us a sprawl of limbs and clothes on the floor. While her husband snored gently in the smaller ante-room type bedroom a few feet away. 

I gently made her lie back on the mangled heap of clothes. I slid two fingers into what was right then a yawning chasm of a cunt. I couldn't feel anything in there gripping any of me. I went for her clit. It was swollen and on display. My tongue found its target. I thrummed the clit with a simple focus of getting her there. 

She thrashed. Deep groans from well within her throat, "Awwwwwwwwwwwhhhh! Shyam. Aaaaaaaah. Shyam. Shyam. Shyam .Shyam....... yes my Shyam........!" 

A rivulet started to flow on the floor as she bucked her hips, fucking my face. Her stomach muscles were standing up – her flaccid tummy was tented. I felt her womb swell. The flesh inside her expanded and, incredibly, pushed out my fingers. 

She curled up. I tried to touch her. She couldn't take even a finger touch. On her thigh. On her ass. On her tummy. Anywhere. She shivered. She looked at me. A shy smile. A shaking of the head. As if to say, "How are you able to make me such a slut, when just a while ago, one person was just able to make me just a bit wet?"

She went to the door and listened. Silence. She looked towards the ante-room. He was there on his back. His cock totally receded. Otherwise exactly as she had left him. She couldn't leave him there – that room had no doors. She wore her panties. Her bra. Her trousers. Her shirt. And she went to lead him to their bedroom.........



Sunita Is Taken By Both Men



"I know you lust her," he drawled, from his sprawled out position on the floor cushion in one corner. Shyam turned beet red and looked at Sunita, nursing his drink. She had her eyes down, too embarrassed to look up. Suddenly it occurred to Shyam that Karan was probably too drunk to know what he was saying anyway. 

"Yes," replied Shyam. "I lust for Sunita in more ways that you know to make love to a woman."

Karan burst out laughing, "Then take her!" he said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. 

Sunita looked up in shock, pulling her the cloth of her saree pallu more closely around her shoulders to re-emphasize her modesty and conservative upbringing.

"Why are you responding to him?" she whispered. "You know he is drunk."

"I know he is drunk and so I am going to respond to you," Shyam muttered back.

"What are the two of you discussing? Where to fuck? Do it right here in front of me!" he leered.

Shyam pushed Sunita back against the wall and tried to kiss her. She face was red hot flushed and she twisted her head to the side to avoid his lips. Shyam buried his lips in the hollow of her neck and Sunita let out a long involuntary sigh. Her hands pushed at Shyam's shoulders, trying to push him away. But it was a strange way to push indeed. Her hands were holding his shoulders and in that sense pulling him to her. And then she was pushing back half-heartedly. She had her turned to one side and her eyes closed when she felt that there was someone next to her.

She opened her eyes and found to her horror that Karan was standing there. Close to her and looking at her face intently, the fumes of alcohol from his breath on her face. She opened her mouth to say something and instead found her lips covered by his lips. She gasped in shock, now really trying to push Shyam away, but not Karan. He was her husband; she would not deny him the pleasure of kissing her. Or indeed doing anything he pleased with her.

Her pallu slipped off her left shoulder revealing the spaghetti strap blouse she was wearing. She felt Shyam's breath on that shoulder and straightaway regretted having worn something so revealing for a blouse under the saree. But Karan had pushed her to wear it earlier in the evening when they were getting ready for the party.

Shyam tried to move back. He was stunned with the turn of events and was not sure about going this far with his moves on Sunita, that too in her husband's presence. But the hands on his shoulders held on to him, and that surprised him. She gently held on to him as she kissed Karan back with her lips, in the way Karan had taught her to. She pushed down on his shoulder, her desire overcoming her conservative upbringing. Shyam slid down towards the floor. His face brushed Sunita's breasts and when he touched her bare torso she screamed into Karan's throat from the shock waves of pleasure it sent through her system. Karan's hand moved to Sunita's chest, his fingers running through the inside of the spaghetti thin strap that held up her blouse. His fingers felt her now burning flesh on the chest and shoulder. He slipped the strap over the shoulder, thus pushing the blouse a bit lower and trying to reach her breast. 

Sunita leaned forward so that the full saree could come off her shoulders. The entire upper part slid now, baring both her shoulders. To both her men. Deep inside her, her mind was dizzy with questions. Karan's behavior was unpredictable but that was okay because he was drunk? How come Shyam who never ever drank was also responding to Karan's taunts so brazenly? How did she herself begin to kiss Karan and not let Shyam go? Where would this head? Should she let it go wherever it led, or should she assert herself and put a stop to this shameless devouring that both the men had commenced?

Any doubts on what she should do next were partially resolved as she felt Shyam go still lower from her tummy. And nuzzle the gentle valley between her legs. She kissed Karan hard and deep, sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth as if she was fucking him. Her hands moved to Shyam's head and she slowly started to hump his head. Karan slipped his hand in from the top of her blouse and tried to search for the nipple or to find a way to cup the mound of flesh.

Sunita frantically pulled out the folds of her saree so her Shyam could get at her pussy which was now on fire. She let the saree unravel and she was now in a state of undress. Right here at the bar in her house. With her husband kissing her and playing with her breasts. And with Shyam (What was he? Lover? Husband? The real one? Friend? Just another man?) Trying to reach her pussy. Both her men knew that the other was pleasuring an area which both men wanted to possess. She knew Shyam wanted all of her, and that he was conscious of the way Karan and she were kissing. She could see that Karan was aware of Shyam kneeling in front of Sunita, his head where Sunita wouldn't let Karan go beyond a point. Karan made a mental note to observe how far she let Shyam go, as he triumphantly found the edge of Sunita's bra.

Shyam in the meantime had found the edge of Sunita's petticoat and was busy lifting up the garment. Caressing her ankles, her thighs, now her panty encased hip. As Shyam's fingers reached the lining of her panties and wisps of hair and started to probe for entry, she knew she had let things go too far.

She pushed aside both men and moved to other side of the room. "What is wrong with both of you?" she asked. "How can this be?" Her hands were crossed over the front of her body and on her shoulders, as she tried to cover as much of her flesh as she could. What she hadn't noticed is that her petticoat cord had been untied by Shyam and that her petticoat had half slid off one hip. Shyam looked at her, standing there thus. Sunita's body pink from the heightened arousal from the attention of both men. Her traditional jewelry on her sculpted neck and large earring pieces on either ear. The usual array of delicate rings on her delicate fingers. Her nose pink and twitching with indignation and desire. Shaam stayed where he was on his knees, not moving, not knowing how to respond.

Sunita gasped as she felt Karan come up from behind, allowing his cock, hard and restrained in his shorts, to brush against her ass. She threw her head back and he slipped his hand around her shoulder and placed his palm on her bare chest. She turned her head with her lips parted and kissed his cheek. This was okay. She and her husband. But there was another person watching. Even as she kissed him she moved a bit bringing some distance between them and said to Karan, "Not here, not with him watching."

Karan caught up with her and cupped both her breasts in his hand from behind. Then he curved his back and let his cock prod her ass through clothes and all and proceeded to fuck her in humping motions. She hissed, "What are you doing?" 

"What you want madly, but don't know how to handle, you bitch," he replied, his mouth nibbling at her ear lobe. The thrusts made the petticoat slip further and now Sunita's petticoat was a puddle at her feet. She stood there in panties and blouse, getting dry humped from behind, watched by a man kneeling on the floor some distance away. As she leaned forward to allow Karan more, her mangalsutra, the gold chain that was a testimony to her married status, hung from her neck, and with each thrust, it swung and swayed. 

The man kneeling on the floor was wondering what to do. His cock had become hard and was throbbing from watching Karan go at his wife. At Sunita, Shyam's woman. That lovely curve of the belly as it quivered with the thrusts was so familiar to him. So was the valley between her legs. He swallowed and felt dryness in his throat. He shuffled on his knees close to where Karan and Sunita were and caressed her thighs. Her hand shot downward and gripped his wrist. Her hand had control now of his hand. He was so close to Karan as well, as Karan continued with his thrusting, and his kneading of her breasts.

Sunita knew that she had taken Shyam's hand in her grip to stop him and push him away. She didn't know how this situation had developed, but Shyam was not to interrupt anything that her husband wanted to do to her. She could therefore never later understand why she took that hand in her grip and let it feel the warmth moistness between her legs. Her hands showed Shyam's hand her state of arousal. Shyam slowly caressed the open lips between the legs, feeling Sunita's contours through the thin fabric of her panties. He pushed his finger in and allowed it to go as far as the restraining fabric would allow him. Now he knew he wanted it out of the way. His hands came to her hip and started to slowly roll down her panties. Her hand was gripping his wrist. Control. Her self control. The conservative woman wanting to stop what was happening here. But having taken his wrist in her hand, she was more like guiding and accompanying him to where ever he was going.

As Shyam slid the panties down, her ass was bared and he could see the tent in Karan's shorts grind against her ass. He also saw the large wet spot on Karan's shorts front. He looked up and saw husband and wife with lips locked and his hands kneading and caressing at her breasts through her blouse. Shyam kissed at her hip and Sunita gasped loudly. He moved to her front, squarely facing her pussy and started to lick her lower belly. Her knees bent and opened wider, allowing him more access. She pushed his hand too willing him to go further. Her lips were playing and sucking with Karan's lips. Suddenly she felt Shyam's lips probing for her lower lips. She squealed into Karan's mouth as their frantic kissing continued. Sunita couldn't believe the way she was responding to both men. The way her body wanted both. And the way the both of them shed inhibitions to devour her. In a sense it was a contest. Both wanted to see how much ground each of them could cover.

Karan was not quite sure what he was doing given the fact that he was a little drunk. He fumbled with the buttons of the blouse. He groped her breasts through the cloth, let his hand slip in through the top, pinched, scratched gently with his nails, tried to reach with his mouth, and none of those things worked. Desperate to get at that the waiting ripe flesh he slipped off both shoulder straps and tried to push the top down. The fabric stretched as he mishandled it. He looked down and saw Shyam nosing her pussy. He desperately pulled at the blouse so the buttons popped. Sunita held Karan's head and kissed him harder still, her hips moving up and down fucking Shyam's head between her legs.

For Shyam the contest was well set, and he knew he wanted her pussy lips more than the lips of her mouth. His fingers probed the slit and he heard a throaty groan from Sunita as her hips moved up and down. She looked like the raging slut she was: spread out against the wall, her legs bent at the knees, her hips moving up and down. A man between her legs and another man kissing her and mauling her breasts. She held Shyam's head so she could ride his head. She held Karan's head so she could make him suck her breast.

Karan moved lower and pushed aside the bra. Her breast was squeezed out and his lips reached for the nipples. She sighed. Shyam heard the sigh and wanted to do something wilder. He fucked her with his fingers and let his tongue close on the clit. Sunita moaned loudly. She slid to the floor slowly, the body sagging under the weight of the sensations ripping through her body. Karan had to let slip through his hands and when she touched the floor she lay down. Shyam was able to slide down with her and was able to keep licking, biting and nipping at her thighs and her pubic area. His tongue flailed wildly trying to keep connected with her clit but that was tough. When she was on the floor he quickly buried his nose in her pussy, tasting and smelling what he loved so much – her rich flowing juices.

Karan watched in amazement at the readiness with his wife accepted Shyam's head between her legs. She now had her hands on his head and her hips were thrusting against his face. Karan's brain was fuzzy with liquor and he could not decide whether it was a dream or for real. But the thump of her ass on the floor seemed real. The shaking breasts, as the body jerked with each heave of her hips seemed real. The way those nipples were standing and asking for attention seemed real. He leaned forward and with his mouth wide open sucked in all of her breast. His hand traveled down her torso caressing her stomach, playing with soft hair line down that way, as he normally did when he was sucking her breast. Normally, his hand would reach far enough and slip into her pussy. But now, today he couldn't go beyond that – he touched the top of Shyam's head and realized that Sunita's pussy was taken.

Shyam looked up and saw Karan's mouth closed around his Sunita's breast. Karan was looking sidelong at the sight of Shyam's head bobbing between his wife's legs. Their eyes met briefly. Each aware of what they were watching. A race to pleasure and be pleasured by a woman each considered his own. And till today Karan had not known of the other man. Would he remember tomorrow? 

Sunita's hip started to buck and thrash as Shyam attacked with a renewed vigor. The source of that vigor was the knowledge that Karan was watching. He wanted to show Karan what his wife was capable of experiencing, but only with Shyam. His fingers skillfully fucked the depths of her womb. His tongue focused on that narrow engorged knob. He alternated between slobbering kisses and probing flicks of his tongue. As Sunita started to thrash around, she held on to Karan's arms. She clung to him to help ride the wave upon on wave of orgasm that was wracking her body brought on by Shyam. Karan looked up at his wife. She kissed him and held on and screamed into his mouth, "Shyam! Shyam! Shyam! Shyam!"

Karan held her in his arms, lovingly and allowed her to use his arms, his lips, and his body to absorb the violence of Sunita's orgasm. He held her down. The pressure of him on her, allowed her to let her body go. The orgasm triggered by Shyam ripped through her body and she held on to her dear and beloved Karan for dear life. Shyam realized what was happening and mauled her pussy with her fingers wanting her to explode even more uncontrollably.

She started to gush. Her womb expanded and he felt the shot and the stream of juices flowing. He slurped and continued to tongue her wildly. She let go with an "ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" A long release of all her body fluids with unrestrained flow. Her insides and her thighs and pubic area grew tender and she kicked away at Shyam and clung hard to Karan in the aftermath and glow of orgasmic release. 

Shyam rose, his face streaked, and his cock large and reddening and moved up to enter Sunita. Karan held her hips and tried to swivel her body around and away from Shyam. He hadn't noticed when Shyam undid his trousers. But there he was his trouser around his knees and his cock read to plunge into her wet waiting pussy. He wanted her for himself.

Sunita got up and stood. She held their hands and had them stand up too. Karan's cock was tenting his shorts, while Shyam's trousers fell to his ankle. Both of them moved close to Sunita to vie for her attention. Shyam licked at her breast smearing it with her own juices. Karan shucked off his shorts and let his cock spring out. It wasn't fully engorged the way Shyam was, but the alcohol had him abuzz. The same alcohol which was not letting him be completely hard. He looked at Shyam and saw that the short cock was thick and seemed straining to grow beyond its physical confines. 

Sunita smiled sweetly at both of them and took both cocks in each of her hands. She pushed back till both men were leaning against the wall. Her hand expertly moved down the cock pulling the skin back and making the head swell. Shyam gasped. His cock let out a spot of precum. Sunita caught that in her fist and smeared the fluid over the cockhead and jerked back down, once again pulling the skin back. Shyam shuddered. Her hand now pulled at the skin and moved up the cock, gathering the foreskin around the head. Once again, she led her hand slide back, the head reared. Some more fluid leaked and she captured it and used it to fist him back. Shyam's head jerked and his body bucked as wild sensations of pleasure coursed through his body. She really knew how to fist......Oh god, this was not how he wanted to cum. He wanted to fuck her, but the pleasure was too intense for him to pull back....

And that was what she was doing with Karan as well. A little harder, but the same fisting down. Seeking the fluid from the head and smearing over his cock and skin, and using the lubrication to fuck him with her fist. Karan started to shudder and his ass thumped against the wall. His hand held Sunita's wrist and he jerked his hips into her hands. Both men were flailing and thrashing as Sunita expertly used her fist, her thumb and her wrist to excite, generate cum, spread and fuck the two cocks, one slender and the other thick but both beloved.

She knew she could fuck only one of them. There was no way she was going to let either Karan or Shyam fuck her pussy if the other had soaked it first. Something seemed wrong in that. As she jerked and fisted, her body gained a rhythm and her mangalsutra jingled lightly along with her bangles as she fist fucked both men. And her pussy was aching for a cock. Much as she loved Karan, she wanted Shyam's thickness and Shyam's ability to fuck unabated. There was nothing else that could satiate her. 

When Karan started to twist and thrash, she knew he was ready to cum. She had known all along that he would be the one to cum. She let go of Shyam briefly and knelt before Karan. His cock twitched as she fisted it unrelentingly. Her fist covered the head of the cock and her other hand massaged the base. She looked up and saw him looking down at him, his lips and face contorted as with every fist movement she touched the sensitive cock and set its nerves on fire. He smiled, with a sense of triumph at having his wife attend him while Shyam was unattended. She smiled back and fisted him hard. Her hand was at the base, the cock erect, the skin pulled back and whole pillar of flesh quivering. Her mouth formed an "O" and she kissed the head lightly. That was enough to send him over the top. He shot his load. Spurts flew. Sunita moved her head to let it fall to the ground, but some drops landed on her shoulder. She pulled at the cock and fisted back helping Karan shoot another long hard squirt. This time her fist covered the head and she captured his seed in her hand. Karan held her head and his hips bucked and thrashed. His cock thrust towards her head willing her to mouth him but she moved away. No way could she take him in her mouth with Shyam watching. 

She looked toward Shyam as her hand dutifully milked every drop of Karan's cum out of him. Their eyes met. Sunita's pinking face reflected the lust and passion coursing through her body. As she milked the cock in her hand, her eyes seemed to say to Shyam, "When I am done with this milking, there is no cock to compete with you. And my pussy needs a filling which you can provide." The jerking and thrusting slowed as Karan felt his body emptying out. Sunita smeared the cum on his thighs and for the rest she wiped her hands on his shorts. Karan slid to the floor. She kissed him on the lips and held him close, while the other hand reached out for Shyam's cock. She pulled Shyam close to herself. Karan's eyes closed as he felt a drowsiness wash over him, the combined effect of the deep orgasm and the alcohol in his blood.

Sunita's hand was on Shyam's cock, holding it like the barrel of a gun and she pulled him near her face. She breathed on it and watched it jerk. What she was not willing to do with Karan she seemed eager to do with Shyam. Karan was her husband and she felt traditional and inhibited in being herself with him. But Shyam was different. He was the man who made her realize the woman inside herself. He represented joy and carefree ways. As the cock leapt to her warm breathe she realized he would like it to be kissed. She opened her mouth and took in his cock, sliding her lips up and down the thick shaft. Kneeling on the ground next to the supine form of her drained husband. Shyam pushed her back and made her lie on her back and himself lay down next to her, on the other side of where Karan was lying.




Sunita Is Taken By Both Men



He pushed her so she had her back to him and was facing the gently snoring Karan. He caressed her lovely ass and bit at it gently. She shuddered. He licked her hips and the line from the hip to the triangle between her legs making her gasp. She pushed him away; she couldn't handle the intensity of feelings. Shyam lay down with his cock prodding her ass. She raised her leg, and Shyam angled himself to penetrate her pussy from behind. His hand reached for her breast and he thrust forward. He felt his cock head push aside the lips and enter. The close pressed flesh of her ass and thighs made a long love channel ending in the tunnel of her pussy itself. He seethed through his teeth as his cock was caressed by ass, thigh and cunt. The juices and warmth were everywhere, and no, he couldn't really make out where he was, till the full thrusting happened and the cockhead bulged in the wet depths. Then the sensation told him he was in her womb. Otherwise, the length of his cock was uniformly massaged and stimulated. He shuddered with each thrust.

Sunita was moaning and gasping with each thrust. But her eyes were on Karan. His limp cock. Idly she reached out and started to play with the receded lump of flesh. Karan's cock stirred. Sunita let her hand pump up the cock with every thrust of Shyam. Shyam raised himself so he was now half on top of Sunita from behind and thrusting down hard. 

"Oh, darling, my Shyam!" she cried out as his cock pummeled her cunt. From behind, the cockhead caressed her clit as it bound inwards. Each thrust was ecstasy for Sunita. She raised herself on her knees and presented Shyam her pussy doggy style. His hands dug into her ass as he fucked. Sometimes his fingers trailed down to the inside back of her thigh, where the thumping of Sunita's spread out pelvis met the thrusting of Shyam's balls. His fingers in such sensitive zones made her sob and she clutched at whatever was at hand – Karan's shorts in one hand. And the hand on the cock which was brutally twisting him, waking him up. 

Karan shifted his weight and Sunita found the cock near her mouth. She hovered over the cock. Shyam's every thrust was making her jerk and she was looking for her moment to take in Karan's cock as it bounced. Karan was lying across her and could see Shyam fucking her like a bitch from behind. He looked at Shyam through the haze in his brain and was about to say something, when Sunita caught his cock in her mouth. Karan screamed and reached for her head. Holding it and humping his cock with her lips. Shyam pounded in from behind. Karan lay back and his hips jerked and thrust into the air. 

Sunita rocked back and forth. From the cock in her mouth she slid out, and onto the cock in her pussy. And forward from her pussy to take in the cock in her mouth. She had never given Karan such an intense blowjob. And with her every thrust backward Shyam found his cock surging. Sunita sensed the moment and started to thrust rapidly back in short jabs. Shyam dug his nails in into her. She lifted her head off Karan and held his now swollen cock in her hand and fisted him hard. Karan was ecstatic with the stimulus to his cock and equally turned on to watch his wife like a smutty bitch, taking her two men at the same time.

The first to cum was as usual Karan. His cock gave way and dribbled out a flow of cum while his hips jerked and thumped in his sheer pleasure. Sunita's fist overflowed with the spilling and she held on giving Karan all the pleasure he needed. 

But her own pussy was pummeled and when Shyam reached under to twist her nipples and pump her breasts she groaned and her pussy pulsed for god knows the howmanieth time that evening. She twisted turned and thrust at Shyam wanting to tame him, wanting him to cum.

And he did. He threw his head back and arched his back embedding his cock fully into Sunita. His cock spewed forth and filled her pussy and it dripped to the floor below them. He jerked and spasmed as his cock was milked by the ravaging fucking Sunita was giving his cock. He thrust harder and harder, hoping to get as much sensations and release as he felt his cock now rapidly shrinking. 

Sunita slowed down and looked at their coupling from under her body. She saw her breasts hanging like fruit and beyond that, the slow and jerky thrusts of Shyam as his cock twitched and gave up all that it was holding back. And her hair wet with his and her mixed juices slowly dripping to the floor......

She jerked her ass back once or twice and then slid down to the floor. Shyam lay next to her clinging to her. Sunita put her arms around Shyam and held him close as he lay with his head on her breast. Both of them heard the gentle snore of Karan.

They talked in whispers. They had wanted each other all evening and she needed to satisfy her husband but wanted her own satisfaction from Shyam. He had lusted her and was not willing to leave her to Karan. Neither of them had expected the turn of events. Sunita was stunned about her own willingness to pleasure both of them simultaneously. And Shyam was perplexed over the way in which Karan may have realized the truth about the relationship Shyam had with Sunita. 

They talked of all this as they held each other and lay there on the floor of the bar room. They drifted asleep and awoke after a while. Sunita nudged him to move to the guest bedroom. She wrapped herself in her saree, the soft garment beautifully molding her sexy body. Damp in places from the attentions of her two men. She gathered her blouse and Karan's shorts. She sat on the floor next to him and woke him. Karan was groggy and exhausted, but Sunita managed to support him as she led her husband to the sanctuary of their bedroom. Shyam quietly turned to his room as the door shut behind the caring wife who was busy tending to her husband.



Sunita Is Waylaid And Taken



It was lashing with rain outside. Sunita, Karan, Shyam and Shankar were sitting in the room watching the closing scenes of a movie on the DVD. It was a crime thriller. There had been many scenes of torrid lovemaking between the would-be murderer and the wife of the hero. Illicit love. Stolen moments. The madness of a new affair: public places, lifts, lobbies and the tearing off of clothes as soon as doors were closed....

The friends had watched the move through all that, and not without awkwardness. Shyam and Sunita because they knew that quite often that was how they behaved with each other. Karan because he could feel the arousal and need for his wife Sunita. And Shankar was just shy from being present in a situation where there was one couple, and he could not come to terms with his arousal at all the hot scenes. 

The movie ended and Karan turned on the lights. "Ok, guys! Time to turn in," he announced. His eyes were bloodshot from the drinking and his steps were just about steady. He had his arm around his wife Sunita and was ready to walk away with her. His intentions seemed very clear from the way he was nuzzling her. Shyam turned red and Shankar just looked away.

Sunita pulled herself away. "Let me settle these guys in," she said. What she left unsaid was that she would be with Karan soon thereafter.

Her eyes met Shyam's and there was a burning passion and the complexity and contradictions in feelings and relationships were all too apparent; at least to the two of them. She escorted both the guys to the guest room. She made sure there was drink of water and everyone knew where the lights were. Shankar too had had quite a few drinks and was ready to hit the sack. As always, the person who did not drink was Shyam; he was also Sunita's very special friend.

There was an air of helpless resignation in Sunita as she left Shyam and headed off to her husband's bedroom. She paused on her way at the children's room to see if they were asleep. Shyam felt his cheeks burn as he watched her walk away, his eyes on her sexy ass- an ass which he had kissed, caressed and stroked several times as had taken her pussy from behind. She was gone. Somehow, he wished she would stay away and invite him back down after Karan was asleep. 

But he suspected that inside her was a slut who loved Karan as much as she lusted Shyam. She wouldn't characterize it in those terms if you asked her. But Shyam could find no other way of characterizing her behavior. She seemed to want Shyam endlessly, and at the same time seemed to be endlessly patient in allowing Karan to do what he wanted with her. It fell somewhere between a sense of duty and a need in her for that man too....

Sunita entered the room and slid in to bed next to Karan. Karan turned towards her. His hand slid under the t-shirt which she normally wore to bed. His fingers ran up the skin of her torso and quickly claimed her breast. His lips opened up, wet and asking and he kissed her, perhaps a million times on her face. She held his shoulders and responded. Her lips kissing him right back and giving him all the caressing and fondling that he deserved as her husband. 

Slowly her hand wandered down his back and she gripped her ass through his shorts. Then the hand slipped in and she moved to the front. She held the cock in her fist. Small but hard. Slender but demanding in his lust at the moment. She quickly pulled the skin back and her thumb ran over the head. He shuddered helplessly. He pulled her up to a sitting position. She wouldn't relinquish her grip on his cock. She twisted it, turned, gripped it, jerked it back and forth but wouldn't let go as she sat up and as he sat up himself. 

He pulled her t-shirt over her head. She held the cock firmly and quickly used one hand to pull up his t-shirt to the extent she could. Karan now left her and quickly stripped off his top. Her hands now worked off his shorts and as she came into a kneeling position, he was able to pull down her track pants too. Now she was in bra and panties and his cock was in her hand, the rubbing and stroking vigorous and unabated.

His hands reached around to unhook her bra. It brought her close to him. His face was in her cleavage. He kissed and lipped her there. Then those soft, rosy mounds were free. She was now kneeling in front of him, holding him to her. Her hand had slowed down on his cock; she knew him to cum quickly and suddenly. That would leave her hopelessly insatiated though his fucking just about gave her the comfort of a cock in her cunt, no more.

Her panties were quickly peeled off and he pushed her back. She lay back, her legs apart. Her pussy was agape and wet. And part of the wetness was to do with her acute awareness that just a room or so away was Shyam, who was capable of making her stream by just looking at her in his lust laden manner.

Karan positioned himself between her legs. He thrust in and she locked her heels behind him and squeezed. Satisfaction! A fullness. Even though he was small and even though the regular and more frequent pounding from Shyam had made her used to a thicker girth, this was the wonder of the woman's body. Her flesh closed around the cock in her and stroked it.

She fucked him, her hips opening and closing and the lips of her cunt parting and closing with the flexing of muscles.

He fucked her but every time she flexed, he shuddered. She smiled to herself in the dark. He was as near as he usually was. Tonight he was drunk and while that should have helped him last a bit more, it was not to be so. She moved her hips more vigorously and he fucked back. Nothing unusual, nothing spectacular. Just him mounting her. And her responding in the way she had learned to fuck Shyam.

The big difference was that her spontaneous back-fucking made him shudder and lose control. He pulled out and his cum spat out on her tummy and thighs. He emptied and lay on her. He turned over and started to dress back into his night clothes. 

She just gathered her clothes in her hands and planned to make off to the kids room where she had moved her things so the friends could be accommodated in her room. She took a bet on dashing across the hall into the kid's room. It was the dead of night and she could see from under the door that no lights were on elsewhere. It was just her way of making sure that she reached the kids and comforted them before either of them got up and came across, bawling. She heard the gentle snore of the completely satiated Karan. She slid the bolt and as the door opened wide. There was a strong cool breeze and she could hear the sound of heavy raindrops beating against the ground. She got ready for the sprint.

No sooner had she taken the first step, when her wrist was caught in the grip of a large hand. The fear was instant, but equally quick was the reassurance as she realized who it was. It was Shyam. He didn't give her time to shut the door. He pulled her to him and held her close. He glanced to the side through the open door. Through there he could see the cupboard inside the bedroom. In the mirror of that cupboard they could both see the supine form of Karan, fast asleep.

Shyam turned around Sunita so she was facing the sideboard. He was behind her. She was nude. And caught. Now they could directly see the mirror and in the reflection was Karan. She was unsure whether this was Shyam's way of keeping on eye on Karan, or whether his real intent was the churning excitement it caused in her stomach: of having her eyes on her husband while a cock was ravaging her.

Shyam put his hand on the back of her neck. She shuddered; maybe it was the chill of the breeze on her exposed body, or perhaps it was that touch? Then she felt the familiar warm but wet cockhead smearing her ass as it reared and bucked in its aroused state. She was unsure if he had undressed or whether that was the state in which he had lain in wait for her. Had he watched? Had he listened? Did he know she was fresh from fucking Karan?

His hand pushed her neck down, causing her to bend. The other hand on her hip held her in position so she was in no doubt on what position she was required to take: that of leaning forward.

His knee went between her legs and caused her to spread her legs. The clothes in her hands fell to the floor. Her juices started to run down her legs, except that she wasn't clear how much of it was what was pooled in her from his fucking. She held the sideboard and braced herself for what she knew was inevitable.

Shyam was in a vengeful mood and he held his cockhead at her pussylips just long enough to lock in on the target. It was one hot, searing thrust as his flesh spread her just fucked and reddened cunt wider than Karan would ever. He drove in with a hard finishing thrust that caused her whole body to jerk and the entire sideboard set to shudder.

The contents of that cupboard rattled as he fucked her hard and ready. One hand on the hips, the other on her shoulder to steady her and the cock pounding in and out steady and heavy. 

"How dare she fuck Karan when I am here to take her?" he raged as he fucked her hard. Harder. She was whimpering now. Her knees were trembling and her cunt was grabbing at his cock.

Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping image of Karan and her lips were between her teeth to prevent a squeal that might wake up her husband. His hand reaching under and grabbing the hanging breast put paid to that. The nipple was roughly twisted and pulled. "Was this nipple touched by him just a short while ago?" he wondered. Punish the nipple for giving her pleasure he thought vengefully as he milked and pulled at the nub of flesh.

She mewled and thrust back and her hand reached behind to clutch at his ass, urging him on into her. The squealing sound would have normally had him ask if he had hurt her. But not today. Today he twisted the nipple and pulled at the breast as if he were milking the udder of a farm cow. He felt the lower part of her tummy ripple in a wave in response to the mauling of her tit. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stuffed her fist in to prevent any sounds escaping.

"Shyam!" she pleaded. "Let's go down to the TV room. The kids, Karan, Shankar, the maids, too much at risk here. I will give you what you want and take you in any which way you please" she begged as she thrust back at his marauding cock. 

She twisted and rotated her hips hoping to trigger an orgasm in him. But she knew him long enough to know that nothing was going to come of it. Nevertheless she was duty bound to try tame this monstrous cock before her husband woke up and looked into the mirror, only to find his petite demure wife, fucking a friend in the hallway of his house. 

Shyam laughed cynically. He pulled out his cock and paused for an instant. He looked down and saw an angry red cockhead. She gasped loudly in protest and her hips thrust back in frantic search for the fulfilling pillar of flesh that helped her feel so full and complete.

His hand took hold of his cock and he re-entered her hard and quick. "You cannot take that vacuum, you slut! Admit it!" he hissed as he fucked her hard and furious. Each thrust ended with a big shove which translated to a clattering from the contents of the sideboard. Her fingers dug into the furniture to steady her body to the animal pounding.

"Take this, you bitch!" he muttered as he fucked her. The torch which was standing atop the sideboard fell and started to roll towards the edge. She wanted to stop it but that meant letting go of his buttock which she had pulled in towards her or letting go of the sideboard which meant she might fall.

Instead, she shoved back harder. When his cock was out she thrust back to take in the heated pillar of flesh into her womb.

The torch crashed to the floor, its glass lens breaking with a tinkle. She looked in panic at the sleeping form in the mirror. Karan stirred. His head lifted up and seemed to look towards the mirror.

Shyam in the meanwhile was pressed hard against her ass and now with both hands clutching her ass pulled back. He seethed as he felt the ravaged cunt lips pull at his cock. He shuddered. It was incredible. Through the haze of lust and confusion in his brain he too noticed the stirring form in the mirror. Sunita was moaning, thrusting back, and frantically looking around to ensure no one was coming from any of the rooms. Not Shankar, not the kids and certainly the other man she had fucked just a few minutes before.

Karan seemed to be watching, his head was definitely up but it was impossible to be sure. 

"Awwwwwwwww Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" she groaned as his fingers reached down. He touched her clit. He touched his own cock as it slid in and out. He found her blood engorged sensitive spot and stroked it. "Okay, you bastard! Take! Take! Take! Take! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she thrashed about.

Her cunt grabbed and gobbled at his pounding cock. She moved her hips in small circles. The entire cock was rotated around enhancing his pleasure even as the cuntlips ravaged the cockhead.

His self control was ready to desert him. He threw his head back and thrust in hard and deep.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she went as she felt the skin of his cock pull back fully and the cockhead swell to impossibly large proportions. She leaned forward and back, expertly and sliding her flesh all over the penis, massaging it over all of its surface.

He let go with a bellow. The spurt of semen was deep in her womb. She laughed in delight and a long groan followed as she enjoyed the warmth spreading through her. Her cunt throbbed and milked the spewing cock. 

They both shuddered. He jolted several times as his extra sensitive cockhead was pummeled by the twitching cunt. Each jolt made her gasp. She reached behind and dug her nails into his buttock holding him close.

He pressed himself deep into her and held himself there. He luxuriated in the wide expanse of skin contact between them. His thighs on the back of her thighs, his stomach on her ass, his chest grazing her as he leaned forward on top of her and his hands everywhere.

She wiggled her hips as all caution deserted her and she gave in fully to his and her pleasure. Nothing else mattered than him. That was how it was with him. Because her pleasure was all that matter to him. She was so completely taken and taken care of that she could completely take care of him and his needs.

They rocked back and forth as one, the movement causing his softening cock to ride her still pulsating cunt. Copious amounts of fluid flowed forth and now having filled her cavity, ran down her legs. 

She sighed in contentment. He raked her back with his nails causing thin red lines. As the sensations subsided, he dug his nails into her full buttocks. It was an act of desperation. He wished he hadn't cum; she would leave now, move on. But that was how the male orgasm was. And her ability to move on post-orgasm went back to that sense of her being sluttish in how she handled both the men in her life.

Sleep flooded his brain as the post-orgasmic relaxation spread through him. He leaned forward on her and she felt him sleeping. She stayed still. His weight on her was a part of the fullness. 

The responsible woman in her was now fully awake. She turned towards the mirror which she had turned away from in the height of her mad orgasm. She saw the head lower and the supine form resume its passive shape. Or had she imagined it? She also thought she heard a click of a door and she turned to look towards the door where Shankar was supposedly asleep and wondered if it was her imagination.

She wiggled her hips to shake awake Shyam. His flaccid penis had left her. She reached down and picked up her clothes. And she resumed her walk towards the children's room. She had not looked Shyam in his eyes. It was just a wild animal fuck in the possible know of everyone. Her body just knew it was Shyam. 

There was something mysterious in the all round satisfaction in having taken care of her husband while she herself was fully taken care of by her Shyam. She curled to sleep and was soon lost to the world around.....



Sunita Joins Shyam And Nandini



Nandini and Shyam, both staying at her place? Sunita couldn't even have imagined such a possibility. Shyam had once told her that everything he was with Sunita was drawn from the imaginative ways in which he had made love to Nandini over the years. That comment always brought up in her a mix of jealousy, regret and arousal. Her Shyam having experimented on Nandini the art of love, learning, practicing and finessing his caresses, his bites and his touch. 

She involuntarily shuddered from the ripple of pleasure that thought sent through her. Yes, she imagined his touch. While Karan was a great kisser, he kissed only on the lips, by and large. Shyam used his lips in more ways than just kissing and on more of her than just her lips. Her hands idly stroked her tummy as she thought of all the places at which Shyam paused on her body, and then those delicate fingers wandered between her legs. She idly stroked the dry brushy hair of her pussy – it felt unattended. She glanced at Karan, lying on his back spread out like the Maharaja he liked to be. The age-old traditional sleeping style of royalty – or so it was reputed. Her sensual feelings seemed out of place with the slumber on the other half of her bed.

She heard a muffled sound and instantly knew that all was not slumber in her house. There was a scuffle, an "ouch" and some giggling. "Good heavens! Could it be them?" she wondered. It would not be surprising. Shyam had once confessed to having fucked Nandini on a hotel balcony under the stars overlooking the pool. And in the back of their car on a faraway beach. He seemed to love dangerous settings, adventurous settings. Maybe they were up to something similar in her house? She felt the dryness between her legs replaced by the familiar sensation of flow. A sensation which she had never encountered before Shyam made her feel the intense desire which her upbringing suggested was slutty. 

"Slutty, but so pleasurable," she thought idly as she slipped out of the room to look down from above down into the hall below. And sure enough, there, in the hall, just within her horizon of vision were Shyam and Nandini. Nandini laid back on the sofa and Shyam on the floor, sitting. She leaned forward so she could look at them properly and her body swayed in that position. Sunita couldn't help the gentle rotation of her hips that allowed her body to experience pleasant sensations as her legs and her lips worked against each other. Equally importantly, leaning forward in this manner allowed her an unrestricted view of what the couple in the hall was doing. Was Shyam setting up a show for her? What could he possibly demonstrate that he hadn't possibly shown her already?

Shyam had Nandini laid out on the sofa and he leaned over her spread out body. Nandini, of doe like large eyes, and wide hips. Of breasts larger than Sunita's and of a sexuality honed by years of pleasuring by Shyam. As Shyam hovered over her body, Nandini's body tingled with anticipation. He just needed to look at some part of her, for her to know what sensations he would extract from that one location, to join the symphony of pleasure coursing through her body. And that is exactly what Shyam proceeded to do. His hands went to Nandini's ankles, stroking her ankles gently, and then gripping her left ankle to draw up that leg and prop it up so that the triangle between her legs was spread out wide. 

Sunita had never seen a nude woman before in her life, and was wishing Nandini's legs were spread out towards her. But Nandini's head was towards her and feet were facing away from her. She did not know it then, but that was Shyam's intention, in the hope that Sunita would at some point come out of her bedroom and spot them. And he didn't want Nandini spotting her and so had placed Nandini so. Sunita was completely taken in by the sight of Shyam's hard commanding grip on that ankle – it suggested so much dominance, the kind of powerful dominance completely absent in Karan's lovemaking. And yet, Shyam always made her pleasure feel like the dominant force in his lovemaking. The dominance of her pleasure in the lovemaking balanced the dominance of Shyam so perfectly that it was as if they were soaring to new levels, sometimes with one person leading and sometimes with that person being led. 

And that was precisely what was happening with Nandini. If his hand on her leg was dominating and driving how she was opened to him, his lips on her chin and on her throat were teasing and nipping, sending signals to her breasts and nipples that ravishment was on its way. She thrust up her breasts. Seeking succor. Her breasts were larger than Sunita's and Sunita felt jealous. She knew Shyam loved playing with her breasts and he must enjoy those larger succulent breasts that much more. Sunita felt an ache in her nipples and she rubbed her chest along the balcony railing on which she was leaning.

Nandini didn't have to wait that long, or make do with any inanimate stimulation. Shyam's head was not long reaching her, but he refused to mouth the waiting mounds of flesh. He nuzzled the area surrounding the breast pushing at the flesh with his nose. The nipples, brown and somewhat long, puckered up. They stood up, unfurling and demanding. Sunita couldn't help lick her lips and she caught herself thinking of loving that woman, whom she pretty much hated and despised for her ownership of her Shyam. "Lesbianism. Not me," she thought with a definiteness, not realizing that what was stirring in her body was a clear indication that the seeds of a new kind of desire were already sown.

Sunita looked down her own night gown and saw her own breasts, held in the bra but hanging down, unattended, seeking release. She wondered about how Karan and she slept with all their clothes while her love Shyam, clearly never thought much of clothes at bed time. She looked at the heap of clothes that Nandini had discarded next to the sofa and couldn't spot any underclothes. No bra. No panties. Obviously, every night when she came to bed, the thin cotton night gown was an invitation to Shyam to caress and take what he pleased.

And taking her as he pleased was exactly what was going on in front of her eyes. Shyam's movements over Nandini's body reminded her of how a sitar was played. The sitar is a stringed instrument, as long as a woman's body which you need to rest on your lap as you play. One hand plays the frets, and the other hand plays the strings. And Nandini was laid out so similarly. With Shyam's one hand stroking the leg, the fingers of the hand caressing her face and his lips on her body. Snaking flicks of his tongue teased her nipples with the promise of a strong slurping lick that dragged her nipple, but the promise remained a tease. Nandini arched her back trying to feed her breast to him and find relief. Her legs opened out and it seemed her soul was seeking him and Shyam chose that moment to seek the soul of her pleasure-being. His hand covered her pussy, the palm pressing down, fingers splayed across the thighs, the perineum and the rest of her ass. She shuddered and he held her down. His lips met her aching breasts and Nandini moaned loudly. If Sunita had not heard them in the hall yet, now she would have, thought Shyam. He looked from the corner of his eye and saw her silhouette. There she was, looking. Shyam grunted in satisfaction and he felt his cock twitch with a new energy. An energy now to be found only in his desire for Sunita. Sunita seemed to have tapped into a new source of testosterone in his brain. 

In that same way, Sunita seemed to have found a new energy level. She felt a dam of fluid inside her burst when Nandini thrust her body upward and Shyam palmed and mouthed her. She felt something give way as her body started to flow. She sighed and let her hands get busy, one with her breast and the other stroking downward through clothes and all. The tingling that was buzzing from her lower tummy to her crotch was relieved with the long stroke of her fingers. The heat and dampness was obvious to her even through two layers of clothing. Her lower lip hung open in desire as it was prone to, in her moments of lust. She groaned as she realized that her desires were not going to be met by her own ministrations. Shyam had not yet trained her in any case to pleasure herself. Not because he didn't want to. But because she was sure that the traditional Indian woman in her was to seek pleasure only at her husbands bidding. Or with her Shyam. The automatic qualification of Shyam as a pleasure giver was so natural to her that it seemed at once in contradiction with what she had grown up believing. And yet, belief be damned, the vacantness between her legs was screaming for his touch. 

His touch was there for Nandini's pleasure, but only Shyam knew that his fingers were playing games just to show his Sunita. Nandini could not have known where that new sense of urgency in his fingers came from. She laughed her pleasure as he entered her pussy, two fingers at once. Her hips acquired the rhythm that no woman ever had to consciously learn. She held his head and forced him down to suck her breasts. Nandini was only too aware of the exhibitionist location in which all this was happening but she didn't think they would be spotted. Not that it mattered, though she had noticed more than once before, that when she and Shyam were fucking, Nandini had talked of Sunita and found his cock swelling to new proportions. Nandini secretly wished Sunita could see them like this. She smiled as her body moved in waves rippling from head to toe in soft pleasure, building up to the hard maddening pleasure Shyam was sure to deliver her.

Shyam moved his head off her breasts. And nuzzled her soft expansive tummy now. She was definitely heavier and flabbier than Sunita. He tugged at the flesh and pulled to see if sensations would travel down to her pussy. "Ow!" she complained, as he got aggressive in his wish to reach all the way down. Shyam went gentler now. His fingers were thrust deep and up into her and his tongue snaked out to seek his target. Acrid. Acid. That is how she tasted. It would take some slobbering to get more flow out and dilute this sharpness. Sunita was always so richly flowing and she tasted less acid, perhaps more pungent in her own way. But there was less of sharpness to cope with. He licked at her slit and Nandini spread her legs out ever wider, her right leg going over the back of the sofa. She put her hands behind her head and comfortably settled down for a long luxurious tonguing. Her left leg slid to the floor and she was moaning. Shyam knew this was going to be long and involved, and he also knew what was going to happen next.

As he fucked with his fingers her wetness became abundant and soon his fingers were sliding in and out so effortlessly that he was sure he couldn't be pleasuring her enough. He spread his fingers wider so it would be like a thick cock sliding in and out and sure enough, the groaning resumed. And then she started. She needed to cum and she was going to have to fantasize to go over the edge. This was new. She loved completely intense cumming and it didn't happen till she had fantasized about where and how she was.

"Yes! Suck her, you bastard. She is the one you want to suck and fuck like this isn't it?" she hissed. And as she said that her hips jerked. "Oh, yes, baby! Like that, yes, like that! Do her!" she moaned. Sunita's hands jerked between her legs, her rhythm gone awry with the excitement of what she had just heard. She couldn't believe her ears. What was Nandini talking about? She was asking Shyam to suck and mouth someone else? Who? Her next words imploring Shyam told her all.

"Would you like to suck Sunita like this? Is this Sunita you are sucking? Is that why your tongue is so eager, and your lips milking so deeply?" moaned Nandini. Sunita was shocked. How could Shyam allow Nandini to talk about her like this? She had never ever talked of Shyam in any fashion to anyone, let alone in such sexual terms. Her eyes were transfixed on the undulating body of Nandini as she took her pleasure. Sunita closed her eyes and imagined what Nandini was going through. There had been a distinct change in the convulsions of Nandini's body the moment she started to fantasize about Sunita. Was it renewed vigor from Shyam? Was it Nandini enjoying the turn-on thought of Shyam going down on Sunita? Sunita could virtually feel the ripples radiating outward from her cunt as Nandini must surely be feeling at this time. The gathering up of her womb, the churning of something at the floor of her pelvis, somewhere near the spine, the shots of electricity to her nipples.... She felt all that without being touched. Just at the thought of what Nandini might be feeling as she fantasized that it was Sunita that Shyam was sucking.

Sunita heard a sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes to see Nandini stretch out her legs fully, taut and extended. She had stopped moving. Her hands were on Shyam's head. Every time Shyam hit the right spot she hissed, "Yessssssssssssssss!" and her hands rubbed his scalp. Then she stopped rubbing as she waited for next pass over of the more sensitive area of her pussy. Then some more rubbing and moaning. And then she started to move her hips again. Bucking and thrashing. "Yes! You bastard, take her there! Pleasure her! She wants it! She is waiting for you, up there. Go! Take her! I will help you take her!" she was literally pleading with Shyam to go on.

The sofa creaked loudly as her sumptuous ass pounded the cushions. Shyam was now slobbering loudly. Sunita knew they were being way too noisy but she was transfixed and unable to move or even think. Her panties were soaked and her fingers played uselessly with the lips outwardly. It would have been impossible to miss this and sleep through the noisy lovemaking she thought. Her other hand gripped the railing hard, her knuckles whitening, as she rubbed herself with the free hand, wishing she had learned from Shyam about masturbating. Nandini shuddered and shook so violently that clearly Shyam was having trouble holding her down. He tried hard to keep at the pulsating pussy and pleasure Nandini as fully as he could. Suddenly Nandini pushed him away saying, "I need to use the loo," and she stood up. Shyam pleaded with her to stay, "Just let go, dear. I want you to pour and flood me!" he begged, remembering the way in which Sunita gushed and wondering whether Nandini was stopping herself from gushing. 

"No, I don't think its that," muttered a tense Nandini as she made her way to the toilet, throwing her night gown on, and carrying her undergarments in her hand. As she moved, she thought she saw the silhouette of a person darting in the upper balcony overlooking the hall but she couldn't be sure. "Come lets move to the room," she said moving off towards the stairs to climb to the first floor. The guest room where they were staying was across the floor from Karan and Sunita's room. Shyam followed her, his cock having made his pajamas uncomfortably wet. As they passed the master bedroom Shyam noticed the door was ajar. Nandini went ahead in a hurry as she needed to use the toilet rather urgently. Before he could go further behind Nandini he felt Sunita's soft small hand on his wrist, holding him back. It startled him and the surprise quickly turned to pleasure. Sunita desperately needed to be touched and pulled Shyam to herself. She leaned back against the wall and let her hand explore the hardness in the pajamas. She gasped as she felt the damp mess in the pajamas and the still jerking and twitching cock which had received no attention yet from Nandini.

Her mouth opened to hungrily devour the man who had made her the full woman she now was. She kissed him hard and he let his hands go to the small, tender yet deliciously sensitive breasts. She moaned into his mouth and slid her pussy close to his thigh so that she could grind against the hardness of his thigh for some immediate and urgent relief. Shyam started to bunch up her dress in his fingers and pull up the gown around her waist. Sunita parted her legs, cursing for having worn her panties. She needed to feel his cock, to stroke him and to reach for his shoulders and touch him everywhere. She could hardly afford to divert her hands to her panties and yet she wanted his hands there. Not just in her crotch but diving deep into her. Not just finger fucking, but for his digits to take full possession of her and responsibility for pleasuring her ever more completely.

In the heat of the moment Shyam and Sunita were just grabbing at each other wildly everywhere. His hands were on her breasts, going up from under the hem of her gown. So it could not have been his hands that slowly started to peel down her panties. Nor were the hands large as his. They were soft, feminine; they were Nandini's.

Sunita shuddered as she almost climaxed at the thought of Nandini touching her. It was the excitement of being touched by such soft hands, but it was also the first time a woman had been sexual towards her. In that instant she realized that Shyam and Nandini were intensely sexual beings compared to herself and Karan and that Nandini was implicitly accepting Sunita's need for Shyam.

Her body shook and tears filled her eyes as she looked at Nandini's admiring eyes take in her body as she knelt down and rolled the panties down to her ankles. Her body shuddered and spasmed with every touch of Nandini's hands. No she wasn't a lesbian; it was just that Nandini was a woman unleashed by her Shyam years ago. And the acceptance of Sunita by Nandini opened doors for her with Shyam which meant a more complete sexual experience than ever before. It settled all the complex feelings that surged in her every time her body lusted Shyam. Suddenly it was all okay and the tears were the relief at having crossed an important stage in the evolution with Shyam. That sense of belonging, bordering on gratitude, made her kiss Nandini on her lips. Nandini screamed a little scream and her hands stroked Sunita's crotch and ass. As her hand went near Sunita's crotch it encountered the bouncing thickness of Shyam as he continued to fondle her breasts and seek her lips.

Nandini grabbed the cock and stroked it lovingly. Her Shyam's cock. Shyam covered Sunita's mouth and screamed into her mouth as Nandini took the edge off Shyam's hardon. A few strokes later Shyam had let go of enough precum to be able to manage himself. But in those few jerks his teeth sank into Sunita's shoulder. Sunita held his head and laughed as she felt the intense togetherness in this experience. Her pussy jostled with Nandini's hand for relief and Nandini didn't disappoint her. She stroked and entered the pussy gently. Now it was Sunita's turn to scream back into Shyam's throat. Shuddering spasms of relief swept through her and she jolted and jerked her head as orgasms coursed their way through her nerves. Nandini now stood up and whispered to Shyam, "Now is that day to fulfill our desire to pleasure Sunita. I want to hold her legs apart for you to suck and lick. And play her breasts and suck on them while you make her cum. And then guide your cock into her cunt so she realizes what a real cock feels like. A real thick, man cock."

Sunita shuddered on hearing all this and moaned loudly. Nandini held the hands of both Shyam and Sunita and led them into the guest room.

Sunita sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed while Nandini stood next to her letting her pussy, wet and soppy smear against Sunita's shoulder. She reached down and cupped the small breasts, as if weighing them in each hand. "They are so elegant and well poised," sighed Nandini as she let them go with a plop. A second later she had knelt down and mouthed the breasts. Sunita screamed her pleasure. A woman's lips; they were so soft, caring and motherly. Her hand went to Nandini's head to guide her, to encourage her to continue sucking her. Nandini gently laid her back, and her larger breasts pressed against Sunita's smaller breasts. It felt strange, soft and comforting to Sunita to have a woman cushion against her. Their nipples touched. Nandini held her breast and made her nipple toggle Sunita's. Sunita gasped and her hands went around and clutched at Nandini's large ass. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" mumbled Nandini approvingly.




Sunita Joins Shyam And Nandini



Sunita's wet and flowing pussy was now open to Shyam and he went back to work with all the zest he had shown earlier on Nandini. Nandini spoke to Shyam, "Fuck her with your tongue. Maul her! Let me hold her open for you." And her hands reached to the insides of Sunita's thighs and spread her wide. She held Sunita's ankle and pulled her leg apart away from the rest of her body. Shyam had his hand on the inside of Sunita's other leg. The pink lips were open wide betraying the presence of hot throbbing flesh waiting to be tongued. Shyam plunged in and fucked her cunt with his tongue.

"Ui maaaa!" screamed Sunita. Her hips moving up and down against Shyam's face. Her breasts were mercilessly chewed upon by Nandini and she had her hand on the back of Nandini's head urging her to milk her fully. "Milk me, Nandini! Make me cum through by tits!" Shyam was stunned to see Sunita so completely unleashed at being with Nandini. 

Nandini held Sunita in motherly fashion allowing her all that she needed to cope with the sensations ripping through her body. As both husband and wife pleasured Sunita her body convulsed with a life all its own and she started to buck and thrash. Nandini held her close. Shyam tongued and finger fucked her completely. Wave after wave of pleasure pulled at Sunita's flesh. She was driven berserk by the combination of the roughness of her man and the soft considerate lips and fingers of her newly acquired woman.

Her whole body lifted up as she started her big O. " Hhaaannhhhh! Yah! Yes! Take me! Make me a slut! Both of you! For both of you!" she started to bellow. Nandini was taken aback by the intensity and when she heard the loud liquid squirt she looked down just in time see Shyam being drenched by his loved one. Nandini gasped, "So this is what you were talking about!" she exclaimed. Then fell silent wondering when Shyam might have seen it before.

As wave after wave of cumming ripped through her body, Sunita just clung to Nandini. The motherly cushioning breasts, the softness, the caring way in which Nandini had nursed her through such a powerful orgasm. And Sunita started to drift. She felt a slight jolt and then felt Nandini starting to rock. Her eyes opened and her eyes made contact with Shyam who was behind Nandini claiming her pussy for himself. She smiled and held her arms open to him asking him to sink into her. Nandini watched the interaction and laughingly twisted and turned on Shyam's rampaging cock. He bucked and looked like he might shoot. Sunita's sense of urgency in calling to her love grew as she beckoned him several times more. But Shyam was in the throes of an orgasm that had journeyed from very deep within him and was really beyond his control. 

Yet he wanted that softness of Sunita's arms. As he started to cum and it became clear that the spill and shooting was unstoppable, he pulled out. A large jet of cum landed on Nandini's ass. As he pushed Nandini aside, a second spurt landed on Sunita's stomach. Her hand reached quickly for the pulsating cock to provide relief and quickly pumped it even as she pulled him in towards her gaping open cunt. Shyam sank in and Sunita locked herself around him. Nandini was left out, a little at odds with this merging in passion. Her hands stroked the back of Shyam as she helped him empty out. And caressing Sunita's face and pampering her, stroking her. 

Man and woman shuddered, whimpered and held on to each other. Overseen by one who was custodian of the man. Who belonged to whom was lost in a whirl of clutching limbs and melting and flowing body fluids. They hugged, caressed, touched and pleasured each other rapidly.

When the animalness of Shyam's thrusting had abated, Sunita held Nandini close and whispered to her, "Its wonderful to be loved by someone who has learnt everything from my Shyam."

Nandini kissed her long and deep. "Loving you both together is my way of keeping my Shyam," she replied. "Next time we will look at how you can pleasure me!"

Sunita's sparkling eyes looked deep into Nandini's large eyes and she felt she belonged. The both kissed once again and mashed their bodies together. The shuddering and trembling was incessant and they both held each other tight.

Sunita would have loved to sleep holding both of them to herself but she knew she had to return. She got up and retrieved her panties and wore them. She pulled down her bra which had just been shoved out of the way. As she pulled the gown over her head, she noticed how Nandini had fallen to a gentle snoring and Shyam was dopy too. Nude. Holding each other. She marveled at how naturally comfortable they were with themselves and with each other. Her mind traveled back to her first few times with Shyam when she hadn't worn back her clothes because every few hours Shyam would take her body in a different way and to a different place. And how used she had gotten to waking up and picking up her things scattered and intertwined with everything Shyam.

As she turned to move towards her own bedroom, she thought she saw a shadow flitting. Her heart leapt. When she looked out to the corridor it again seemed like someone had moved in the darkness. She swiftly followed that apparition to her own room. Karan was lying there. In a completely different position, it was hard to say if he just lain down in that position. She stared at him. Her hands on her wonderfully sore breasts and mind on the drenched and damp, but satiated pussy.

It was hard to say. Though if that lump was his hardon, and that damp patch was what she thought it was, it meant.... She could never be sure. She lay down next to her husband and her tired out body, relaxed from the fantastic release of sexual tensions, quickly was lost to the world of dreams........



Sunita Looks At Herself, At Us



I had driven up for work and she had a working trip to make. She said she would come up and see me and then be on her way. Her beautiful casual red shirt with the black pants she was wearing made her as attractive as ever. Her skin glowing and the red of the shirt complementing her lovely natural color. 

We didn't have much time and I didn't want her to get into a 'every meeting doesn't have to be sex' mood. I bit at her nipple through the top. No preliminary hug, no kiss. The right breast, the right nipple. That, experience taught me, is the more sensitive one. 

She gasped and her head hunched over my head. She pulled me up and hugged me. Not moving. Face just buried in me. Taking the comfort of my broad shoulders.

My hands were on her hips – I slid my hands into her pants, into her panties and cupped her ass and kneaded. Pulling her against me, letting her feel my already hard cock. 

"Baby, you want me?" she asked softly. I don't know why she felt the need to ask. My eyes, my hands, my cock were all talking to her eyes, her body and her pussy simultaneously.

I covered the lips with mine and nibbled at them. She squealed and tried to push me away. My hands came up to her breast and I claimed it for myself. She staggered back towards the table and rested her ass on it. I helped her get up. And sit comfortably, drawing her legs around my hips. We kissed wildly and as we were kissing I noticed there were mirrors around the room. 

"Have you ever seen how lust laden and wanton you look?" I asked her. She was puzzled. "What are you talking about?" she wondered.

"Well, every time I touch you I see that married shy woman melt away, and a pleasure seeking lusty woman unfold.. I see you on top of me with your breasts swaying and asking to be eaten. I see you below me with your hips open wide and your lips parted as you wait to be quenched. You never see yourself like that. Ever. And then you tell me that you are not that kind of woman...... look through my eyes and you will see what Sunita becomes when she is with Shyam."

"How do you mean?" she asked, her voice thick with excitement at hearing that description of herself.

I pulled her head to me and put my lips to her ears, "Look!", I said. My hands roamed up her back as she watched in the mirror. She could see my hand in the middle of her back kneading her flesh. Bolts of electricity shot through her body as she arched her back, pressing herself against me, her eyes unable to leave the image of herself in want.

I kissed her neck, sucking in her flesh and hoping that I was close enough to her breast for the pull to be felt on her breast itself. I wanted her nipples to scream out for my touch.

Her hand went to my head and she pushed me lower. Watching as my head moved over her chest. I lipped her nipples, but the knit fabric was too thick to allow me to wet the garment enough and expose the nipple. I opened my mouth wider and mouthed the breast, tugging at the flesh and letting it go.

She pushed me away and pulled up her t-shirt bunching it just under her shoulders. Her lower lip, that full juicy lower lip, hung open with desire. My fingers traced the bra encased breasts. Lovely beautiful breasts. Apple sized. So suckable. So delectable. I pulled down the edge of the lace to expose the nipple, pink-brown and like a dessert topping waiting to be eaten.

"Oh, Shyam!" she gasped. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" the long trademark moans were well on their way.

She grabbed desperately for the strap of her bra, wanting to free herself and open out to me. But I was too eagerly at her breast to give her the space to reach the strap. My lips and tongue battled with the fabric and squeezed out her nipple. Through the corner of my eye I looked at the side mirror and could see my face mashed against her breast, her hand on my head, and her own head, sometimes thrown back, sometimes hunched over me. 

"Look," I mumbled through a mouthful of nipple. She turned to look and shuddered at the sight of us locked in that battle. 

She just pulled up her bra without unstrapping and released her breasts to me, squeezed out from under the garment. My tongue lapped on them, lifting them with the strokes and dragging on the nipples. And I my hand touched her tummy and slid past her pant to her crotch. I felt the dampness on her panties as I covered her crotch. I had missed the waistband of her panties. My hand was firmly in, but trapped one layer away. I caressed and pushed and touched. I felt the wetness and heat, and suddenly felt my throat and lips go dry. And I think I knew where to get them wet.....

My face traveled down. She gasped and took a huge intake of breath as I nuzzled her soft tummy and buried my face in her crotch. Her pants were an impediment now. We both wanted it out of the way right NOW!

She undid the button. And raised her hips. I peeled down the trouser. She moved to get off the table, but I pushed her back. 

"I want to lie back, open to you, and let you take me. There where only you and I go together. There, where Karan has no idea of," she said huskily.

"Yes, but I want you to watch the animal in you today out in display. I want you to see yourself in the mirror. Legs open wide. My head between your legs. Your body fucking my face. Your breasts swollen and nipples erect. Your entire being out of control. Have you ever seen the real Sunita? I asked her.

Her eyes opened wide, glittering in amazement at the thought that such a thing could be possible. She smiled. A mischievous smile. "You naughty man," she whispered and lay back leaning on the wall against which the table was placed.

I pulled her pants down and carefully took it off her. Now only her panties remained. I kissed her pussy through her panties and she sat up straight. "unhhhh! Baby.....," she pulled me to her lips and kissed me fully on my lips, nibbling and sucking on me. 


I dragged my lips slowly and wantonly out of her mouth....looking into her eyes and letting her know that the journey was about to begin. I kissed her chin, her neck. Now we took time to unhook and throw the bra away. Her breasts just got a caress from my cheek, no lips, no tongue. I felt their fullness against my face and let them plop as my face crossed the contour.

I moved down and kissed her navel, my hands lower peeling down the panties. She raised her hips and I rolled it down. She raised one leg to slip it off that one leg first. That opened her legs wide and I let my fingers play with the opened up lips of her pussy. She gasped and froze. I gently stretched the panties over her toes and her leg was now free and she let it down, trapping my hand between her legs.

Now only one leg was in the panties and I pushed it past the knee so it was out of the way and not bothered much about whether it slipped off fully or not. As my head moved lower, I needed her to lean back and open out so I could reach my target. 

My hands went up to her breasts and I held each in my hand and pressed gently to make her lean back. I quickly pulled a chair nearer so her one foot could go on the back of the chair to give her support. Now I asked her to look in the mirror, "See how open and wild you are. Look at your self spread out there wantonly, waiting for me to sink between your legs with my head and my tongue."

"Oh, Shyam, I am not used to all this. All I know is I want you to take me there! Anything that I want to see, I can see with my eyes closed when you are with me!" she whispered.

"And neither were you used to having your pussy and your clit licked and worshipped the way I do my love," I replied. " I have to show you all the things Karan has never shown you and never can."

"Leave him out of this," she pleaded. "Come take me, I will make you forget that there is anyone called Karan."

The quintessential Sunita. Taking both her men, and wanting to keep it that way without confusing one with the other.

I reached her soft furry pussy. She had had it shaved. I knew from the sparse cover compared to the springy bush I had countered on my previous visit. 

"You shaved?" I asked. She nodded her confirmation. Shy. Shy to talk about such personal things. I looked up and saw her face: laden with desire, confused at my willingness to talk, and red with the shyness from the way we were with each other. All at once. A mish mash of emotions and feelings.

I tongued her. Once. Twice. I felt her fingers tighten and dig into head. I asked her, "How can Karan not want this....!"

She answered with a thrust upward of her hips. "Faster, Shyam!" she whispered. 

"Look at yourself first" I demanded. She looked. She saw herself lain back. Her love Shyam with his head between her legs. Her lips open as she struggled with the heavy breathing. Her breasts covered by his kneading fingers. 

"Your fingers are in the wrong place," she said. Her hand caught my hand and she pushed my hand down. She took it between her legs and she left my hand when it got there. I knew what she wanted. But I was not going to give it so easily. I let my hand be. She hadn't taken it the full distance.

She grabbed my hand impatiently now. She held my fingers and she brought it to her pussy and let my fingers touch the wet open flesh. Those lovely fingers of hers. I kissed them licked them while they were there on the brief visit. I tried to suck her fingers into my mouth but her hands fled to my head pushing me down, now that the mission of getting my fingers into her pussy was over. 

I licked with my tongue while my finger slid in and out. 

"Shyam, look at us!" she moaned, newly converted to the mirror display. I had never had her reach the peak of her desires so quickly. 

"Baby, are you so turned on by what you see in the mirror?" I asked while rapidly slurping and licking.

"Oh, yes, Shyam! We look so lovely! Ah! Yessssssssssss, suck me, lick me..... see how your head is bobbing up and down between my legs......! And my hands on you, urging you on.........!" she babbled. Her open deep throated moans now began. A deep gurgling sound combined with the moan of passion. "Awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh! Yes aaaaaaaaaah!"

"Faster, faster Shyam. Take me there. Take me. Just you and I baby! Oh yes......... aaawwwwhhh, do me. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. Faster, faster, faster........!" she screamed.

She squirted. Once. I pressed my fingers into the walls of her womb deep inside. She squirted once more. The gush soaked me. 

"Ohhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhh! Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! See us! Oh my gaaaaawwwwwwd... I am ........... I ..... Shyam......... aaah!" she shuddered. Her hips bucked and thrashed uncontrollably.

I kept flicking the clit, wanting more and more. Wanting more of her pleasure..... her hands on my shoulders and her nails dug in. she held me there. Twitching. She was readying to push me away I knew it. But she didn't want to miss even one lick or tap of my tongue that she could take. 

She took one, two three flicks. And then she pushed me away and closed her thighs. I moved up to hug her – the intensity of that hug just after she cums is amazing. She clung to me. Looked into my eyes. And her eyes wandered to the image in the mirror. I looked and our eyes caught each other in the mirror. Her hair in complete disarray. My face wet with her juices, now getting smeared on her shoulder and cheek. 

my eyes took in the sight of us pressed together. In an awkward angle on that table against the wall. Wetness everywhere. Her hands on my hips rubbing me. In the mirror I saw that hand move away from my hip and between my legs. I couldn't see the hand now that it was between my legs, and I could feel her small hand on my cock. She gave me a saucy smile and undid the buttons. Her hands reached in and grabbed my cock. I stood up bursting with desire. 

"Look there, Shyam!" she said. It was her turn now. "look at my hands on your cock. See how it looks. Large. Large for my small hand. But I can take as much of you as there is to take. We are made to fit each other. Fully."

She wiggled her hips forward to bring herself to the edge of the table. This was new. We had not ever done this before, and I didn't think it possible even though I had seen it in quite a few movies. 

When she was on the edge, her legs spread wide and her pussy open and wet from the tongue fucking she had just received, I could see that I could enter her.

I moved closer and the moment my cock reached her open wide lips we were joined. The cock slid in effortlessly and we were locked tight. Our cheeks were pressed together as both of us had our heads turned towards the mirror to see us locked like that. She smiled at me in the mirror. And her hips moved against me. Fucking me. 

I fucked back from my standing position. Hands around her holding her ass. Pulling her to me. Fucking hard. Too wet. Too sloshy. I pulled back..... and used tissues from the table to absorb some of the wetness. 

Her hands in the meanwhile, caught my cock and she pumped the hardness making it worse. I thrust back into her quickly. She threw her head back. Her legs wrapped around my hips. Her hands on my shoulders. Nails digging in. her heels beat a tattoo my ass. She was laughing. Alternating between looking at me in the mirror and in my eyes directly. I saw in the mirror, her panties around the ankle of her one leg. Hanging there uselessly. No not, uselessly. Hanging there as evidence of our desperation to get at each other.

Her hands traveled down my back. She tried to reach my ass but couldn't reach down enough. I suspect that she is able to cup Karans ass when he fucks her. The certainty with which she reaches for me makes me suspect that the moment she cups his ass he cums. She tries the same with me but is not able to reach enough to cup and hold. In desperation she dug her nails into my flesh where she was able to reach.

"Fill me," she urged me on. Her cunt, her fingers, her heels and the images in the mirrors around us playing havoc with me.

I spurted into her. Holding her close, pulling her tightly to me. Feeling the scratchy hair from her pussy against me. Jerking only my hips. Into her fully embedded letting my cock do the intense talking.....

It was fully plunged into her. Staying there. The skin stretched back, letting the cockhead proudly jut out, well inside her womb. Distended and full. And then jets of cum shooting. Splashing her deep within. 

She laughed. Pulled me to her. Held me close. Wiggled her hips. Squeezed me. Took every surge of cum that shot into her. Groaning. Moaning. And letting my deep plunges become shallower as the cumming slowed down from deep surges, to short thrusts and dribbles. 

She lay back.... Her hips wide open and legs around me. Lazily wiggling and thrusting. I jerked and bucked with her every thrust. My cock had become ultra sensitive, slippery and messy. Yet going into spasms with her every thrust.

She swallowed as she came back to earth...... the ripple in her throat was so beautiful, highlighting the delicateness of her features. 

I idly caressed her breasts and she shuddered. It provoked an unusually strong pulse in her and her pussy grabbed and at my now rapidly receding cock.

She lay back and smiled saucily, "Mister! Look at that mirror. Look at me. Look at what you have made me. You naughty man......!"

We had long forgotten that this was supposed to be a quick visit. She pulled up her hand, smeared with our juices from handling my cock.

"I am going for a bath," she announced. AS she moved towards the shower, I followed her. 

My Sunita was going to need help with her washing and rinsing in the shower.......

"No!" she said, trying to shut the door. "Enough new things for a lifetime, let alone a day!" she said. The shy woman, the housewife who would not be seduced was back in full now.

I lay down on the bed hoping that when she came out she would be in no mood to go home........... 



Sunita: Neighbour's Erotic Wife



Neighbour’s Wife is a pleasure on the Bed…..A Story with Revenge in Mind.

Heera returned to her house very very bewildered and anxious, Manju was not the kind who would easily forgive her and was not a very aggressive man too, she just started wondering on how he would react.

She was getting into her house when the neighbours’ door creaked open and out came Ratheesh, the third neighbour on the same floor, finding Heera on the door he became slightly sheepish and went off quietly to his house. Heera was very surprised to notice - Sunita quickly closing the door on them and bolting inside. 

Sunita and Saranya (Ratheesh's wife) were neighbours. They both were known to fight with each other and it never really mattered to the husbands till one day (a few months ago) Sunita decided to get an upper hand- she seduced Ratheesh during the summer holidays when Saranya and children were away for a vacation. 

" Where is your husband, haven't seen him for quite a while?” Ratheesh was in his jockey shorts and sweat shirt coming back from the GYM whereas Sunita was returning home with her young daughter Sush (4years old) and all of them were in the lift. Sunita was very cordial and told him, Ramesh -her husband had gone to Malaysia and would be way for couple of weeks. 

Ratheesh blurted that he too was alone and was stunned when he heard " I know- the fighter peacock and her siblings are gone for some time, there will be some peace", Ratheesh was taken aback and wanted to retort but was distracted by the 'cleavage' show he got with the chuni sliding away and the deep neckline of the kameez all aglow on the fair skin, the boobs temporarily rubbed against each other- in the small lift, he could not do anything but watch the exhibition and 'exhibition' it was, Sunita did not bother to cover her self and when their floor came- she picked up Sush and walked away dropping the chuni there and there on the lift floor. 

Ratheesh picked up the garment and handed it over to the young girl overlooking from her mother's shoulder, " Join us for dinner, and you may get to pick up the rest of the clothes dropped from my body" saying Sunita went inside her house without any bother to look at him, she knew the 41 year old man was lusting for her 26 year old juicy pussy. 

The stars seemed to be favoring this 'unusual' union and Sunita had no way of knowing that Ratheesh and his cock was aching for just such an opportunity. 

Poor Ratheesh was unaware of her exploits in the past and was ignorant of her sexual history, so he like a typical middle class male was hesitant to get into a scandal and become ridicule in the family - that was the last thing he wanted.

He avoided the 'dinner' invitation but did what he was always 'best' at- masturbated watching a Indian blue movies of-course thinking and visualizing Sunita as the girl on the screen.

Aaaaaaaaahhhhh- what an ejaculation he felt, his cock felt much harder then it usually was in such a state, he knew this tempting invitation could not be ignored for long. He was thirsting for Sunita from the time his wife had started complaining of her antics in the 'common' verandah, which both the flats shared. 

Sunita was sitting on the slanted wooden bench in the 'common verandah' and was bent over the bucket 'full of wet clothes', when Ratheesh opened the door to pick up his towel- it was a Saturday and he had got up late, their eyes met and Ratheesh got a jolt once again in his loins- she looked at him agape and white teeth showing her intent clearly, she wanted him and wanted the 'dong' badly.

Ratheesh picked up the towel and went back quickly and was about to get into the bathroom when he stopped. He stealthily went back and started leering at Sunita through the window behind the curtain, she was now about to hang the clothes on the string tied end to end in front of her room in their flat.

Being at home she was dressed pretty flimsy, wearing a T-shirt with buttons and a pleated skirt, her hair was braided and coiled, held with a thick towel hair-ring, she was very much aware of the 'voyeur' and to make things very complicated for Ratheesh did some real stunning stuff.

While bending back to pick some more clothes, Sunita unbuttoned her T-shirt and with her legs bare as she bent over, the lapels of her T-shirt swung low and he saw the luscious swell of her breasts, her long mangalsutra glistening on her dusky skin, nestling in her deep and inviting cleavage, she was not wearing any brassiere- going only to suggest what she had on her mind. Ratheesh was already feeling his lips moving over and covering over her nipples, he was thirsting for her and ogled unabashedly, enjoying the sight when he noticed a erotically brownish beauty spot on the inside of her right breast.

Sunita knew that he was watching her and decided to excite him to 'death' and did not straighten up for more than a minute, it was a sight worth a million and for this 41 year old man it was a full of thrill and filled with excitement, patience was running out and being in the broad daylight, perhaps, it stalled him from going and grabbing her there and then - otherwise nothing could have stopped the copulation, after all things were to definitely work out for them. 

Reaching up to her forehead to wipe off the settling sweat Sunita removed the towel band from her head and re-coiled her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head – retied the towel-band while accentuating the sweep of her neck. The gold chain 'mangalsutra’ glistened on her flesh just above the T-shirt, which was just covering her boobs.

Ratheesh could see her pause and smile on her reflection in the water filled bucket below. She was clearly onto creating trouble for him, her shimmering white teeth gleamed while she turned her head this way and that, eyes sparkling with mischief showing on her mind, Sunita suddenly bent her head down over the T shirt and held her hands between the breasts and with the tip of her little finger, she slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.

She started to rub her thumbs on both nipples without any caution and to add to Ratheesh torment, she moistened her fingers on her tongue and resumed rubbing the same on the nipples and the jutting aureoles, over the cloth of the T-shirt.

The poor nipples stiffened with the excessive pinch, which she tweaked and twirled turning them into hard stubs. 

Ratheesh saw her breathing get faster and could feel her getting tense, she parted her lips and one could easily feel the flaring of her nostrils, these were all clear messages of lust building up and one could easily make out she was out to 'trap' the male watching her from the window – as an unmistakable sign of sexual arousal, she gave a final tug to the T shirt and squeezed hard on her breasts, the flesh turned red and crimson blue on the insides with her tongue moving lasciviously over her upper lip. 
 From his window, Ratheesh was watching her silently and while watching her, he did not realize that there was a groan, which he felt from within and in a sub conscious state he had already pulled his erect cock out of his shorts and began to masturbate slowly. 

He pressed his eye to the window again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts - she knew she was being watched, she liked the fact that he desired her and today - she promised herself, she would entice him to fuck her.

Finally, she straightened, the T-shirt was damp with sweat and he could clearly see the sharp points of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles. His cock was leaking on its own reminding him of his teen age days when he used to have similar experience watching Renu across the balcony- he was 'Babu' in those days and had come a long way from then. 

The itch began near the back of her anus and found its way right on up and over her erected clitoris. That certain itch which comes only to women in desperate need. Sunita was more than familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time ... yes ... Sunita knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to ... but the demand was there, spinning in her brain, warming her body.

He's going to fuck me! 

Sunita watched him come around the end of the sofa from the wet outside 'verandah'- he was unable to resist it anymore and mindful of the fact that it was just 11 am in the morning and was broad daylight and that the 'common verandah' opened out into the emergency exit (spiral staircase) from where the servants climb up, Ratheesh dived into the act without any more remorse or thought.

Sunita was sure and knew in her mind that it was going to happen and she felt her heart pound. She felt a thrill begin tingling through her belly, making her pussy-tunnel squirm warmly in a way it hadn't for nearly three years.

Ratheesh reached for her beyond the sofa and caught her lovely hair band from behind and pulled her on to his chest, " Ouch - that hurts, have patience my lover, I am all yours- but first tell me why you did not come in the night, you mustn’t have slept ofcourse and I am also sure you would have 'come' over and over again wanting these', saying Sunita had her left arm draping across the boobs whereas the right hand was 'sawing' between the legs. 

Ratheesh was going mad and blank with the 'lust' overpowering him, it had been ages since he had fucked a 'other woman' and that was just after his engagement, he was in his twenties and got an opportunity to sink his tool into a wet pussy of the receptionist at his office those days- she had seduced him in her own house while he was visiting to meet her 'ailing' parents. 

Sunita felt almost hypnotized as he pushed her down on the knees, his strong hands on her wrists, his long thick manly shaft was jutting out of his jockeys and he pulled her over to the same, he wanted her to suck his cock- his wife hadn't done anything of that sort for ages now and he had but one desire - make Sunita drink his 'jism' and suck him to 'nirvana'.

He finally bent over and put his mouth to hers, during the long kiss that followed he had his tongue drilling well into her mouth. She wanted to resist, making it not quite so easy for him, but her will power had gone, it seemingly had disappeared into that empty bucket outside on the 'verandah'.

Before her lips were released from his mouth, she was returning the tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip along the edges of his thick dirty gums and at the back of his scaled teeth. She knew all this will give her the power over 'him' and eventually over 'Saranya' who had to be 'punished' for her audacity and impersonal authority over Sunita, in her heart she was feeling victorious- a sign of relief and wanton release of stress.

"You are a real randi, aren't you?" he chuckled, pulling her to her feet. She nodded and shook against him, moving her face to his as they kissed deep and her tongue grew more and more hungrily into his mouth.

Ratheesh moved his hands over the T shirt and unbuttoned the remaining buttons and just slid the garment off her shoulders- Sunita was naked from the top and the T shirt was a lump of cloth around her waist just above the shorts, Ratheesh had a long look at her boobs and was lost in the sight in front of him.

"Like them" muttered Sunita with her lower lip between her teeth as she squeezed her breasts, while his hands felt her buttocks she reached out to him undid his jockey; they puddled at his feet. He pulled off her pleated skirt and along with it the T shirt also tumbled out and fell on the floor, they both were as naked as they were on the day they were born.

Her body was firm and trim and his hands explored her warm, naked flesh. She whimpered softly and pressed hungrily against him. "Fuck me, Ratheesh," she moaned. "Fuck me slow and real hard, Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh.....but promise you will never fuck your wife after today......I promise you my body and a lot more of other damsels' " saying she slid down and was facing his tool before her eyes, it was in a semi erect condition. 

Sunita dragged her tongue and teeth up and down his shaft and over his balls making Ratheesh groan as she gently took his cock-head between her lips. 

He cried out and his belly drew in sharply. His cock throbbed and sputtered pre-cum juice that she swallowed greedily and pressed her sluttish tongue to the slit on his cock-tip, it was oozing more and more jism, which she smeared on her breasts and nipples. With the aromatic juice flowing, the cock in her mouth tasted wonderful tasty - misty and erotic, her head swam in excitement as this was heaven. "Yes ... Ohhhh yes ... suck it! Mm ... yes ... suck my cock, Sunita slut ... Ohhh yes!” Ratheesh was lost and was gasping for breath.

Sunita had been tormenting Ratheesh for quite a while now- both have been watching each other since 2 years and she was aware of his glances though not sure it would be so easy to get him to succumb to her body's wishes.

She was very lovely, a dusky beauty, sensual with a lot of flesh at the right places, her boobs measured 38D and she had large, dark eyes, which were today laced with 'kajal', her thick black hair fell right on to her waist in a well formed braid. 

She took the cock out of her mouth and rubbed it around her nipples and at last on the smooth and clear skin on the inside of her boobs which had the several attractive - sexy birth-marks on the inside of her left breast, Sunita was wearing a 'bindi' on her forehead. 

Sunita dragged her nipple across his body and took him by his hand inside to the master bedroom- in no time Ratheesh was using his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth on her lovely nipples, they were smelling of her sweat and there was no mistaking that it was erotic in all possible manner- he was enjoying the sweat of a person who was not related to him and that made it more 'erotic'.

Sunita shuddered and arched under him, Ratheesh twisted on his side beside her and slid his hand into her crotch, 'Aaaahhhhh-----Veyi.........Odu.......Cheya kandi.....Dengutava na puku....Aaaaaaaahhhh' she screamed in Telugu and her legs forked apart readily and she groaned " Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh' as he slipped a thick, long finger into her cunt, it was hot and wet and he felt her cunt contract immediately on his fingertip, Sunita murmured her pleasure, her hips writhing erotically.

In no time, the erotic couple reached crescendo after crescendo and Ratheesh was finger-fucking her simultaneously in her cunt and ass even as his tongue flickered like lightning between the two adjacent holes, he was really enjoying the heated 'sweat' dripping from and in between the two holes and it was 'mesmerizing', Sunita's body lurched and thrashed and writhed frantically as he tormented her without any relief, providing her with a series of explosive orgasms with his finger and tongue.

After she had 'come' couple of times on his hands and left them 'frothing' with her juices and before she could 'come' again, Ratheesh stopped and rose to his knees on the bed.

Sunita was bewildered and shocked by this act and really showed her frustration, " Don't stop now, you bastard!" she hit out at him, "For god's sake, not now!"

Ratheesh just laughed and dragged her legs over his shoulders and in a jiffy dipped his dick into her well oiled pussy- what a feeling, the 41 year old had been wanting this cunt for more than 6 months now and here it was 'all his' unsheathed and unprotected, he was fucking her for all she was worth. 

' Don't you wear a condom, you could be risking AIDS ' said Sunita, ' Don't worry I am not HIV + and am sure you aren't too'. 

Ratheesh had gone far into the act and was really not going to be deterred- he just leered at her and jabbed at the duo boobs in front of him juggling with all sweat drops sliding in/out and all over. 

He was having a whale of time - especially drinking and smelling all her sweat. Finally the neighbour's wife was under his body and her 5'5" slut figure was curved into providing the pleasure of its lifetime to the cock . 

"OH ma uhhhh yes Oh my god Ratheesh yes!" she cried, her back bowing, "Unhhhhh uhhh yeh!" Ratheesh shouted, his body bending inward as her cunt bent on to his penis, his cock drilled her cunt, grinding in/out deeper and deeper, going in till he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed between their two bodies. 

He paused to take a breath with his cock meshed in her pussy lips, Sunita was biting her lower lip, squirming and shaking her hips against his pubic area, and his cock throbbed in her cunt while she started feeling light-headed with lust.

"Fuck me," she hissed. "C'mon, MAN... ... fuck me hard ... god, I love your cock in my cunt, I want to have you along with my man-servant Sukumar- he drills well in my ass and you look too good in my cunt, Aaahhh...aaahhhaaaaahhh---aaahhhhhhh!"

Ratheesh was grinning, as he squeezed her breasts hard, making her gasp and straightened up again, he began fucking her slow and with meaningful thrusts, swinging his hips steadily thru and fro.

His 41 years old prick glistened and shone as it 'went in' and 'came out' from the delicate, distinguished pussy lips.

Between the lovely buttocks of Sunita, his thrusts went in deep and each brought an uncontrollable 'erotic' groan of pleasure from her. 

"Ohhh uhhh Ohhhh uhhh Oh yes oh yeh oh yeh uhh Ohma uhh yes ... do it, Ratheesh, do it!" she gasped and both came together, Ratheesh could not hold it anymore and he came in spurts and spurts in her cunt. Sunita 'came' 5 times this morning and was very happy- her young body was responding well to 'consensual ' sex of this nature where there was no inhibition. 

He went down with her, his cock still in her cunt and they rolled over on the bed soiling the bedsheets over and over again, Ratheesh cupped her breast, squeezing it, nibbled her earlobe, and smelled along the nape of her neck. 

Their bodies were slippery with sweat. "I hope you enjoyed and it is enough for today?" he whispered, sliding his tongue through her ear.

Of course it wasn't enough.

For Sunita 'sex' was a continuous 'affair' -nothing was enough. She had succeeded in getting her 'rival's husband ' in her bed, rest would be to enjoy and savor.