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It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.
She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.
Sitting there in the setting sun of Mumbai, having returned from the vacation she and Karan were staying at Rajeev’s before flying out to Bangalore. Sunita idly remembered the one day Karan had been very drunk and very passionate in moving in on her after one night at the disco in Mauritius.
He had come so quickly because of his own arousal and in his haste to pull out of her had spattered his cum all over her. She rubbed the crotch of her jeans as she relived that moment of intense dissatisfaction when all the build up of caresses and close dancing was spent in one gush of torrid cumming.
And it was when she was idly preoccupied in her thoughts that she heard the distinct whispers of a quiet conversation in one corner of the house.
She looked around and noticed someone on the garden terrace of Rajeev’s penthouse on Linking Road. There were two figures moving around in the evening dusk near the lush potted plants. Sunita moved closer and positioned herself behind the curtain to take a secret look at what was happening.
She spotted a youth, perhaps twenty or so years old, standing on the terrace and talking animatedly to someone who was covered by the fronds of palm. Rajeev and Karan had gone out to the nearby club with the kids. She and Simran had cried off and stayed home. Simran had gone to her room to take a nap leaving Sunita alone. And now here was some stranger on the house terrace. Sunita tensed as she thought of all the crime incidents that typically take place in a city like Bombay and wondered if the youngster was with someone else planning a hit.
Then she saw him reach out and hold hands. She could see the other pair of hands, they were feminine hands. The young man was talking to some woman. Sunita smiled. A neighborhood romance she thought to herself. He was a strapping youth and looked sharp and fit one of his age ought to look. She thought of Karan and wondered if he had ever enjoyed the kind of physique this young man sported, even in his younger days.
Then she held her breath as the guy led the lady’s to the front of his jeans and rubbed her hand on his crotch. Sunita moved closer to the couple to the next nearer window. This, she had to see.
“See?” he said. She could now also hear him. “See how much I have missed you these two weeks you have been away?” he pleaded.
“Oh baby, yes! But I have only just got back, and we have guests too. Cant you wait till tomorrow morning?” She heard the woman respond. She did sound a lot older than him…. In fact, it sounded like Simran!
“No way,” she thought to herself. “Not conservative, not-interested-in-sex Simran!”
But that is exactly who it was. Simran. Rajeev’s wife. This woman had sons in their early twenties and in whom she had never seen any significant symbols of sexual activity.
Simran put her arms around the guy and pulled his head to her bosom. The twenty-something moaned as he rubbed his face on her chest. Feeling her breasts and nuzzling and prodding.
“Auntie,” he whispered, “I want you.”
“I want you too suadiye escort beta,” replied Simran as she stroked the back of his head. Then gently she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him away.
“Not today. I have only just returned and I have house guests. Tomorrow your uncle will leave early for work because he has to catch up. You come then and I will take good care of you as I have for so long now,” explained Simran.
Sunita could not believe her ears. Her friend Simran had been for years with this youth who must be around 20 right now? She looked at the strapping youth again – a new perspective in her eyes now. She noticed his gym trained biceps. The youthful body and the arms that gripped her friend Simran were mesmerizing. Sunita felt a twinge between her legs and was horrified at her own body’s involuntary and illegitimate reaction.
He kneeled down in front of Simran. “Was he going to beg?” wondered Sunita. He was determined to make her beg for it, it seemed! He pressed his face into her crotch, through the salwar, kurta and, presumably, panties as well. He nuzzled her and Sunita watched Simran gasp as she gripped the shoulder tightly to push him away.
He may have been pushed away successfully, had not Simran given herself away by bending her knees. That allowed her pelvis to yawn open and the guy successfully pried at her with his nose.
His hands were under her kameez and cupping her buttocks. Simran steeled herself and pushed hard but his arms were around her now. And her hips were grinding downward even as her hands were pushing him away.
The strength of his ardor and his need for her were so evident. And Sunita could see that he knew his way around her friend’s body. Sunita felt the warmth spread between her legs as she stood their transfixed. Slowly her hand crept towards her breast as she imagined how that youngster’s nuzzling might have felt to Simran.
Simran stepped back and allowed her ass to rest on the sill of the window. She tried to pull him up and reason with him. All he would do was to reach up her body, his hand racing up her torso. Her stomach, soft and slightly curved, shuddered as his hands caressed them. Both hands were up stretched as he reached for her breasts. His hands claimed the peaks. Simran held his hands through her top. It might have been to stop him, but she seemed to be helping him squeeze her in just the right spots.
“Beta, no! Not today. Not like this. I want to fuck you, and fuck you hard! I have missed your virility you stud,” panted Simran. “We need to do this nice proper to overcome the drought of the last two weeks!”
She was pleading. He continued with his oral ministrations.
“Didn’t Uncle fuck you?” he paused to ask. This shocked Sunita further. It was already a stunning revelation that Simran was fucking a 20 year old guy from next door. But for them to also be talking about the rest of her sex life?
“Your uncle, yes he did fuck me. But you know how it is with him. He doesn’t know how to suck my pussy. And I am aching for you!” she panted.
The guy lipped her crotch through layers of clothing. His hands were at the cord tying her salwar. He undid it and allowed the loose baggy pants to drop to the floor. Simran stamped her feet as she pulled her legs out of the salwar. This was really dangerous though her top was still on and she felt she could still manage to not be seen. The guy pulled down her panties. Simran was beside herself with lust in bending her knees. It allowed him to peel down the already damp panties.
They struggled. She to free herself, but perhaps more with the animal inside her that was straining at the leash. He struggled to get to her pussy, hoping once there her lust would keep her from pushing him away. He needed to go far enough to know she wouldn’t stop him.
Sunita watched in shock as the young lad and the woman ravaged each other in uncontrolled desire. She could see the strong young hands grip her friend’s wrists and hold them apart so he could stay there with his head. He was now inside yakacık escort her kameez, the long flowing shirt covering his head.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she exhaled with a long shuddering groan. Simran had lost control of her body. She bucked and shuddered and she laughed.
“Yes! Raju! This is what he couldn’t give me….unhhhhh! haaaaaaaahh! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssss!” she thrashed about as pleasure ripped through her in several waves.
She was hunched over him now, barely able to move as her body trembled in a series of aftershocks. She leaned further down and rubbed his back. Sunita could see that the youngster now had his cum smeared cheek on her thigh.
She leaned into his ear and whispered something. The lad shook his head vigorously to indicate a strong no.
She must have asked if he was satisfied with what he had done to her. Sunita knew she had guessed right when she heard Simran protesting.
“No, Raju! This is so risky. We could get caught and what you have done is enough!” she murmured, pulling the him up and holding him to her.
“Enough for you, not for me,” he replied. Sunita could see the wet streaks on his face. This was her friend Simran’s cum on that guys face and Sunita just could not relate this to the staid housewife and family oriented woman she had seen a million times with her husband Rajeev.
Raju turned her around. Sunita had to pull back a bit. From this position there was every risk Simran could spot her. Raju lifted up the back of the kameez so that Simran’s ass was exposed. He undid his jeans. The wetness and trembling between Sunita’s legs became uncontrollable as she saw the young man whip out his cock. She had never really seen another cock in her life than her husband’s.
“What on earth is he going to do?” wondered Sunita. She and her husband only knew one kind of position and while there were variations, they were all face to face.
She watched as Simran braced herself, spacing her legs apart carefully. She could see Simran’s mangalsutra hanging from around her neck. It was jingling mildly as it swung loose. Sunita watched in shock as the guy held himself in his hands and guided his cock gently between Simran’s legs from behind. As he moved close, Sunita could see nothing; except that they were so close he had to be inside her.
Simran gasped loudly as the cock reamed her cunt. Her fingers gripped the cement ledge and she threw her head back with a broad self indulgent smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and it was as if her entire mind was focused on the lips that were being ravaged by the young stud.
Sunita’s hand wandered to her crotch. She rarely masturbated but she needed relief right now desperately. Her fingers dug into her pussy inside the soft nylon of her panties. With every thrust that Raju stabbed her, Sunita thrust her fingers into her cunt. As Simran was fucked, Sunita imagined it was herself and fucked herself with her fingers.
Simran was moaning now. She was bunching her hair up but it kept falling forward. The guy had his hands on her hips. And under the kameez cupping her breasts. Simran ran her own hands over his hands. Feeling him as he felt her breasts. Urging him on. she was riding him back as he fucked her hard.
It was a battle between cock and cunt as Simran struggled to satisfy the youngsters raging lust in quick time. She knew she was risking getting caught and she knew the chap was unstoppable. Partly because of his maddening lust and partly because of her own need to take and fulfill him and herself.
All this was visible to Sunita as she watched Simran smile and look partly backward, and time her thrust back. She did that when his cock was almost completely withdrawn and she had the most of his pillar to ride down. Every time she did that he shuddered.
“No, no, NO! aunty!” he screamed. “I need more of you, not so soon!” he pleaded.
She shuddered as her own cunt sent out ripples of pleasure. She put his fingers into her own mouth sucking them şerifali escort hard as she continued to fuck her. “Later, beta” she whimpered. “let us finish each other for now” she begged him as well.
Her experience and her womanly ways prevailed as she rode him back with expertise. Both of them tensed. One thrust from her and a pause as they allowed the pleasure to shoot through them. Then a fuck back from him as he pummeled her. Then her again. Then him.
Every time he fucked her he hissed, “why did you leave me and go, bitch!”
This coarse language shocked and yet excited Sunita. Her fingers had stopped the long deep strokes. She was now focused on the wet glistening knob and shivering and shuddering.
Every time she fucked back at him, she replied, ” I am here, na?” and with the word ‘here’ she fucked him as if to say she was there on his cock.
When his hands grabbed at her breasts and his thrusting became uncontrolled it was clear he was on the brink of cumming. The animalness of his riding made her shriek. Her head lolled about. As she looked wildly everywhere, gripping and pleasuring herself, Simran spotted her friend Sunita hiding behind the curtain watching.
Sunita would have left, but her own orgasm was on the brink of bursting forth and her fingers seemed to have a life of her own. Their eyes met and Simran just could do nothing but allow the kaleidoscope of pleasure to show on her face. She was not in control of herself. Or of anything. Her body rocked back and forth. Her eyes remained on Sunita. And wandered down to see Sunita’s hand between her legs.
Raju saw that Simran’s eyes were fixed elsewhere and followed her transfixed gaze to spot Sunita. He was shocked and pulled back.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” begged Simran as she reached back and held his ass and pulled him back into her. “Just fuck me! Its all right, she is a friend!”
Sunita felt a wave of pleasure wash over her to hear the f-word from this lady family friend of hers.
As Raju resumed his fucking his eyes remained on Sunita. Sunita’s eyes wandered from her friends face to that of her young lover. She convulsed in orgasms.
And then Raju came. Simran had to put her head down and hold her body hard and steady to let the young mare buck and fuck and pound and pour into her. She wailed and sobbed orgasm after orgasm as the youngster rode her and drained into her. Simran had tears in her eyes and she was smiling too.
As the madness subsided, she turned around and held Raju close to her. “My Raju!” she murmured, caressing his curly hair and stroking his arms.
“Ok now that you have had your fill, run along. Go study! Auntie is there for you, okay?”
The youth nodded. He needed her. And he had told her how.
Simran bent down and picked up her panties, all rolled up and damp. Her eyes were locked onto Sunita’s. They stayed locked that way as she wiped the streaming fluids down her legs as she put on her panties.
Sunita was the younger woman and clearly less experienced. She pulled up her own pants as she extricated her hand and fingers from the clammy mess between her legs. Simran, the older, mature woman looked back at her with eyes that spoke of needs that Sunita would herself find coming up in her.
Simran nodded ever so subtly, as if making the point to Sunita. With both their men being low, this need would arise in Sunita too, she seemed to be saying.
Sunita wondered how it would be to come face to face with Simran again, on this side of the glass. As she watched Simran readjust her breasts into her bra she wondered if she could ever see her again without wanting to touch and see her breasts.
Sunita felt someone behind her and froze. She turned her head slightly to see the maid of the house standing behind her. Had this maid seen Sunita play with herself? She felt herself going red to the roots of her hair.
“Its always like that with Memsahib, Madam” the woman said to Sunita. “They have been like that for years. He needs her to be his normal self. And she needs to take care of him like that.”
Sunita nodded. As if she understood. But she didn’t really understand. What she understood and had seen clearly was the lust and passion between them. And for those moments in which she had shared that intensity with Simran and Raju.
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