Tarun stood there watching. He had miscalculated. He thought he had seen Karan next to the music system and that Sunita was up here alone. When he came up he didn’t know what he was coming for. He was quite free around their house and this would not have been the first time he went up to her room. But it had never been like this. Never before had he been this close to Sunita. Never before had he felt her body. Never before had he felt her breasts. Never before had he lusted her. Today, he had come up to see if she might be alone. Though what might have happened if she really was alone was not something he had figured out. And now this……
From where he stood, he could see Karan sprawled on his back. His eyes had met Karan’s but Karan had not stopped. His hips continued to buck as pleasure clearly washed over him. His hands were on Sunita’s head. Her ass was jutting in the air and her saree was pulled up. He could see the back of her thighs, bare. And her body was prone and open. Her head was bobbing and her ass seemed to shake. His cock was impossibly swollen and he reached down and ground it once to feel relief. Sunita shifted and let her hand go between her legs for a bit as her own ache became uncontrollable. Tarun walked up closer and sat behind her, on his knees. His one hand caught an ankle and spread her out a bit more. His other hand went between her legs and met her fingers. Sunita moaned in protest but her mouth was full of Karan’s cock. Her fingers, wet with her own moistness clutched at the hand now between her legs. She thought she would push him away but just ended accompanying him back to her pussy. She guided his fingers to where she felt the ache most even as her mind registered shock.
It now occurred to her that she was too much inflamed with desire to actually listen to her mind. She caught the wrist of the probing hand and tried to restrict its movement. She needed to get up and turn around to stop this invasion. As she lifted her head off Karan’s cock, he roughly pushed her head down. He couldn’t take an interruption now. His cock was pulsating with an imminent orgasm. Tarun held her ankle and pulled her leg open wide. Sunita used both her hands to regain her balance. Tarun rammed his fingers in, deep into her wet, open accepting cunt. She screamed onto the cock in her mouth, and Karan registered the vibrations from the scream. He knew what was happening but his eyes were now closed, concentrating on the build up in his cock. Surprisingly, the excitement in the pit of his stomach had only accelerated at the thought of his friend watching, now invading his wife’s body. He didn’t know how the intrusion was happening. But he didn’t care right now. All he sought was his release.
Sunita regained balance and her hand went back to grab at the wrist to try stop him. She caught the wrist and her hand moved with his hand, pistoning her wide open pussy. She tried to hold it. Then she helped it ream her. Now stopping, now encouraging. Her salivary glands lost control as pleasure coursed through her aching body. God, how she needed this, and how Karan ought to have sucked and fucked her everywhere. She blamed him for her willing acceptance of the fingers abusing her. Her mouth watered and the loss of control of her lips from the pleasure allowed her saliva to flow down Karan’s cock. Then the hand left her. She looked back, her hand making up for the absence of her lips on Karan’s cock. She pushed her fist down fully, the read angry cock head jerking as the provocation shot through the cock. She didn’t know what she wanted to do or say. It could well have been, “why have you stopped, just fuck me to an orgasm with those plunging fingers!” It could also have been, “How dare you take liberties with your friend’s wife. I am not that kind of woman!”
Her face, cum and saliva flowing down her chin looked at Tarun. She was transfixed by the sight of what he was doing. His trousers were down at his ankles. He was shuffling forward. Her fist stopped moving as she took in the sight of the new male cock. A new male for her. She knew it was inevitable from here. Her hand moved slowly as she wondered about taking that cock in her. Should she? More importantly, could she? It was larger than Karan, hell, anything would be. She turned to look at Karan. He had his hands on his eyes and was looking through his fingers at the evolving picture. His hips moved up. Pleasure. His own. That’s all that mattered to him. She wiped her lips on the sleeve of her blouse. And leaned forward to take back her husbands cock in her mouth. A drier mouth, more capable of delivering pleasure. Hopefully, if he finished cumming, he would take charge of the situation.
She was lost in a world between her pleasure, and what she and her husband were letting happen here. Her body ached. Her mind protested. Desire ravaged her. She wanted cock. She wanted hands on her aching nipples. She wanted all of that. But she wasn’t sure whether it mattered who it came from. Lust, and a husband who didn’t know how to fulfill it. And today she knew he was going to cum in her mouth. A first. A first about which she had lots of misgivings. But it was her husband who wanted it and she just had to do it. What was happening deeper down inside her was a different matter.
For Tarun, the fact that Karan had seen him and not made any moves to stop meant he was okay with what was happening. Beyond that, this luscious woman, her flesh which he had seen and felt for the first time today, the ache in his throbbing cock…. He just had to fuck her.
The wetness in her pussy was stunning. He moved closer behind her and held her hips. He felt her struggling, trying to make it difficult for him. He leaned forward and bit at her asscheek. She squealed. Her mouth lost control and she felt her teeth graze Karan’s cock. “Ouch!” went Karan. Sunita knew she couldn’t take any chances with stopping Tarun. She didn’t want to hurt Karan. But which would hurt more? The fuck, or any chance with the teeth? She now felt the cockhead, all wet and bursting nosing her pussy. She squealed and moved. Towards the cock, not away from it, as she had wanted to. Her body slid over the cockhead and her mouth opened and she gasped out aloud at the spreading of her pussy. Her mind asked her to move forward so his cock couldn’t invade her. She managed to control her body and move forward, only to move back and encounter Tarun thrusting forward. The cock and pussy clashed and the cockhead, impossibly large and wet, slid away, smearing her ass with his fluids as cock went aimlessly past. She gasped in shock, and he groaned in frustration.
It was too much for her, she reached under and grabbed his cock and guided it to her cunt. Tarun thrust hard and speared her. She ground her ass against his tummy feeling him full and completely inside her. The searing heat of his cock was compelling and the edge of her desire now gone, her mind tried to regain control. Now she pulled away and let him slip out. She rolled over to her back and closed her thighs. The feeling of his cock in her cunt was not legitimate. She reached for Karan to pull him up and make him take his rightful place. Karan did come on top, but over her face. He straddled her and fucked her mouth. Her hands covered his ass and she felt the aching, twitching emptiness in her cunt. She was now desperate but unable to fulfill her need. She felt hands on her knees, not Karan’s. They spread her legs apart even as she tried to resist. She was already breathless from Karan on her chest. When Tarun pushed her legs back, up in the air, and her legs splayed open, the pussy agape, the constriction was great.
Tarun pushed his knob into her. And slid into her. Spreading and filling her. Tarun’s head was close to Karan’s back. His hands were inside her legs holding them apart. His face on Karan’s back, his hands touching another man in this kind of intimacy for the first time. Felt odd, even uncomfortable, but he needed this cunt right now. And he knew she needed a cock, even though not specifically his. And with Karan on her chest, she was not able to resist and keep those thighs closed. He fucked her hard and relentlessly. His cock felt the pubic bone caress his thickness. Yes! This was exquisite! He wanted more, and more.
Sunita felt her pussy ravaged and filled. She hated the way her cunt pulsated and took its pleasure. Her chest was feeling the pressure. Her hand caressed Karan’s ass and fingered his ass hole to make him lose control. She needed him off. Her other hand fisted him. Karan was conscious of Tarun behind him. His arms touching him as he held himself up for support to fuck. The face occasionally on his back. His wife was being fucked, his fuzzed up brain told him, even as he fucked her mouth.
Maybe that was what was making her wild! Maybe that was what her fingers were saying to his cock. Was she enjoying his cock? Was that pleasure so unbearable for her? His eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he imagined his wife on her back, legs spread apart held that way by another man. And her cunt, was it grabbing at the cock?
As those thoughts coursed through him, he felt his cock begin to swell with cum. He reached down and held her head. He wanted to cum with the comfort of his cock being stroked. But he had never cum in her mouth before. She opened her eyes as she felt the onset. Their eyes met. She nodded. Permission. He released himself, allowing his cock to flow. His hands were on the floor above her head. His hips prone over her mouth. Her hand was fisting him. Her mouth open, though it was jerking from the impact of Tarun thrusting into her. His first shot was a blasting jerk, and then dribbles. Several jerks and shudders. Loads of cum filling her mouth. She let it flow as her tongue pushed it out the side of her mouth. Her hand continued to fist him to give him the fullest satisfaction of pleasure. After all, when they fucked he had to pull out to avoid impregnating her. His cock missed that stroking and caressing while cumming; she knew instinctively, though they didn’t talk of it.
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