Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal (hot story) - Part 02
Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal - Part 02
Shyam just stood in his kitchen for a while, stunned and disorientated. As he slowly recovered, he became aware of acute discomfort as his engorged cock strained against his tight shorts. He locked the door of his apartment, retreated into his bedroom, stripped and lay down. He jerked off three times within an hour, tried to do it a fourth time but although he had the urge, there was no more juice left in him. Exhausted and emotionally drained, he finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.
He woke up with a start at 7 in the evening, the events in the afternoon playing out in his mind over and over again. He felt a sharp twinge of guilt as he held himself responsible for what had happened. How could he have made such an overtly sexual advance towards young, innocent Kajal? He was after all older and more mature than her. He ought to have resisted the temptation, whatever might have been the provocation. Besides, he was a married man! He cringed at the thought of facing Savita Bhabi, who had so trustingly allowed her innocent young sister to spend time with him. He hoped she would never find out and the whole thing would quietly be forgotten, as if nothing had ever happened...
On the other hand, he was not to be blamed at all, he thought. He had never invited Kajal into his home, it had been her idea. And then, Kajal was not all that innocent after all! Hadn't she been behaving in a most shameless manner for the past so many days? She had virtually invited him to take liberties with her... He was only human after all. Even sage Viswamitra had lost his balance when tempted by the beautiful Menaka! And so his mind raced on... But then, he was a working man with a livelihood to earn. So he eventually reached his factory and immersed himself in work, switching his mind off from the turmoil in his personal life.
On running back home, Kajal freshened up, changed, gathered her notebooks and rushed out again, pleading that she was getting late for her coaching class. She hardly spoke to Savita, responding to her questions in monosyllables and avoiding looking her in the eye. Actually, she was almost a quarter hour too early, having come back from Shyam's place earlier than usual.
Her mind was in a whirl. Damn, damn, damn!! How could she have allowed a man to touch her like that! She thought as she walked to her class. She had been a fool to get herself into a compromising situation, forgetting the warnings and admonishments of her wise Bua, who was always telling her about the wicked ways of men, ready to pounce upon innocent young virgins like her to satisfy their lust. She cursed herself on her naiveté. On the other hand, it was Shyam Bhaiya who was really the villain, she thought. After all, he was married and she was almost like his younger sister – why, she even called him Bhaiya (brother)! How could he have done a thing like this – it was almost incest! She was really angry and stamped her foot hard a couple of times as she walked to her class, attracting the attention of curious passers-by...
Her mind continued to be in turmoil and she barely registered what was being taught in the class. As she walked back home, the events of the afternoon played themselves out again and again in her mind, in excruciating slow motion. She remembered every sound, every smell, every word uttered. She remembered in vivid detail his firm grip around her waist as he hoisted her on to the cooking platform, his fingers lightly holding her jaw, his soft, warm tongue licking up the detached eyelash...
Finally, she allowed herself to relive the moments when Shyam's hands had actually caressed her breasts. The memory hit her like a blow. In a sort of a delayed reaction, her nipples stiffened into hard little nubs and an exquisite pain shot through them. A spark flew through her pussy and she could feel warm, sticky fluid ooze out and wet her panties. As she continued to walk home, she started feeling light headed. A pink haze appeared to have enveloped the surroundings and normal street sounds seemed muted and far away. There was a low, dull roar in her ears, like the sound of surf crashing onto a distant shore. By the time she reached home she was shivering, barely able to summon the strength to climb the stairs.
The moment Kajal returned from Shyam's house, Savita had sensed that something was amiss. Kajal's nervous manner, her downcast eyes and monosyllabic responses were dead giveaways. However since Kajal had rushed out almost immediately, Savita had had no time to ask questions. One look at Kajal upon her return from coaching class told her that the problem was serious. Savita touched Kajal's forehead and found that she was running a high fever. She immediately gave her some aspirin, made her drink some milk and sent her to bed. Savita was now seriously worried, but knew that this was not the time to question Kajal. Kajal's fever had not abated till late next morning and she was still asleep. Savita finally decided to talk to Shyam to find out what had happened.
On his way home from work, Shyam continued to mull over the previous day's events and he finally decided what had to be done. There was no two ways about it – he had to come clean with Savita Bhabi and tell her everything. He was an upright man and was prepared to take the consequences of his actions on the chin. Within minutes of his returning home, Savita knocked on his door and came in. She could see the entrance gate to the compound of their building from her balcony, and had been waiting for Shyam to return.
"Shyam Bhai, kal dopahar Kajal ko kuchh hua kya?"
"Shyam Bhai, did something happen to Kajal yesterday afternoon?" Savita could hardly have been more direct.
"Usne aapko kya kaha?"
"What did she say to you?" Shyam queried back.
"Us se baat karne ka mauka hi nahi mila. Aapke yahan se lautnepar woh turant hi coaching class chali gayi. Jab wapas lauti to usey tez bukhar tha. Ab bhi woh so rahi hai."
"I didn't get an opportunity to talk to her. She went to the coaching class immediately after returning from your place. When she came home, she had high fever. She's still asleep." Savita explained.
"Savita Bhabi, baithiye. Mujhe aapse kuch kehna hai."
"Please sit down, Savita Bhabi. I've to tell you something." Shyam said.
Savita's heart sank as she sat down and steeled herself to hear the worst. In a low voice, Shyam related the events of the previous afternoon, holding back nothing. Savita stared out of the window, her eyes unfocussed, as she heard Shyam out. Her face in turn registered anxiety, alarm, consternation, anger and bewilderment... There was a hint of tears in her eyes. There was a long silence after Shyam finished.
"Kya yeh sab bilkul sach hai?"
"Is this all completely true?" Savita whispered. Shyam nodded in affirmative.
Savita was stunned. She was conditioned to look upon her kid sister as a child, even after she had grown up into a pretty young woman. Besides, Kajal always had been a bit of a tomboy, never taking an interest in boys. So, even when Savita had noticed Kajal developing a crush on Shyam Bhai, she had not attached any importance to it, dismissing it with an indulgent smile. What a fool she had been! She thought. However, she knew that her question was superfluous. She felt it in her heart that he had spoken the truth. It would have been so easy for him not to tell her anything and to disclaim responsibility for the whole affair if Kajal spilled the beans, but he had not done so. For that, she felt a grudging respect for Shyam.
"Savita Bhabi, main apne kiye pe bahut sharminda hoon. Mai aapse maafi chahta hoon."
"Savita Bhabi, I'm really ashamed of what I've done. I beg your forgiveness." Shyam was contrite.
But Savita was only half listening. She had a sense of déjà vu as her mind went back a few years and remembered her own involvement with a man before her marriage... She too had fallen for a married man. It had happened while she was studying in college in Indore. He was in his thirties and was a musician at her dance class. Even at the beginning of their involvement, he had not hidden his married status from her. They had met secretly several times. Dreamy tête-à-têtes and promises of eternal love had been followed by some heavy petting, and on a couple of occasions, mutual masturbation. He had offered to take her as his second wife, provided she agreed to convert to Islam, since he happened to be a Muslim. While an infatuated and passion crazed Savita had been more than willing to go to bed with her lover, she had balked at the thought of abandoning her faith. Only her lover's scruples had prevented her loss of virginity, a commodity so prized in the marriage market in India. As soon as Bua, her father's sister had gotten wind of the affair, Savita had been forbidden to leave home unescorted. Her father had moved quickly, found a suitable groom and soon Savita was married and packed off to Mumbai.
Looking back dispassionately, Savita acknowledged that what her family had done had been in her best interest. She realized that after the high tide of passion had ebbed, she would have been miserable as the second wife of a poor musician. She was reasonably happy with her marriage too. Even so, she did not have any regrets on having had the affair. In fact, never had her husband aroused her to those feverish peaks of excitement that she had experienced at the skilled hands of her lover. Even now, her heart skipped a beat when she remembered those magic moments in her lover's arms. She also owed him a debt of gratitude. She shuddered to think what might have happened if she hadn't been able to provide visible evidence of being a virgin on her wedding night...
Savita and Kajal were quite close, in spite of a six year age difference. Savita felt fiercely protective towards her kid sister and would have been prepared to do anything for her. Her first instinct was to immediately forbid any further contact between Kajal and Shyam. However, Savita tried to look at things from Kajal's perspective. What if Kajal had really fallen for Shyam? Did she have any right to deprive Kajal of pleasures that she herself had experienced at the hands of her lover? After all, Kajal was not a child in need of her protection; she could look after herself, right?
Why, oh why couldn't Kajal have fallen for a nice young man from their own Gujarati Baniya community? She asked herself rhetorically. Life would have been so much simpler... Then again, Kajal could have done much worse than falling for Shyam Bhai; he was certainly better than her own choice of a lover, she thought ruefully. After all, Shyam Bhai was a good man. Besides, from what she had learned from Renu, he was a great lover... She was aware that she had herself become a bit aroused as she heard Shyam describe the previous afternoon's happenings...
While Savita was lost in her reverie, Shyam became increasingly nervous and jumpy. He fully expected an explosive venting of her wrath. So, he was caught completely off guard when Savita started to speak.
"Shyam Bhai, jo hua woh theek nahi tha. Lekin isme sharmidgi ki koi baat nahi hai. Kabhi kabhi aisi baatein ho jati hain."
"Shyam Bhai, what happened was not right. But there is nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes, these things happen." Savita said.
"Aap kahen to ab se mai Kajal ko bilkul nahi milunga."
"If you wish, I'll not meet Kajal again." Shyam offered.
"Dekhiye Shyam Bhai, isme meri ichcha ka sawal nahi hai. Iss baat ko Kajal ne suljhana hai."
"Look Shyam Bhai, my wishes are not important. It is Kajal who has to sort the matter out." Savita said. Shyam could hardly believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything, Savita continued.
"Haan, lekin ek baat aap zaroor yaad rakhiyega. Kajal abhi chhoti hai. Usme abhi bhi bahut bachpana hai. Ho sakta hai ki woh josh mein aakar shayad khud par qaboo na kar paye. Lekin aap bade hain aur samajhdar bhi. Aap ko bahut zimmedari aur samajhdari se kaam lena hoga."
"However, there is one thing. Kajal is young and immature. It's possible that she might behave impetuously. But you are older and mature. You'll have to handle the situation in a very responsible manner." Savita concluded.
"Savita Bhabi, mai aap se waada karta hoon. Mai meri taraf se koi bhi kasar nahi chhodunga."
"Savita Bhabi, I promise, I'll do my utmost." Shyam said.
There was silence for a while. Then Savita went home. Waves of relief washed over Shyam. So all was not lost, after all! He went to sleep in a relaxed mood. He awoke in the afternoon and found the Shah household unusually quiet. Perhaps Kajal had still not woken up. As he ate his lunch at a restaurant, he mulled over the conversation with Savita that morning. While he was happy that there had been no fireworks and recriminations, he was rather puzzled by Savita's muted response. In fact, she had been rather enigmatic, to say the least. What exactly did she mean when she said that the matter had to be sorted out by Kajal? And what was in her mind when she talked of the possibility of Kajal being immature and impetuous? Why, one interpretation could well be that she didn't actually mind what had happened. Could she in fact be telling him that he and Kajal could go ahead with their affair if that's what Kajal wanted, provided he didn't allow things to get out of hand? Oh well! That was an interesting thought. He felt a stirring in his loins...
Late that evening, Kajal's fever subsided. She woke up feeling weak, giddy and hungry. After a shower and a light meal she recovered some of her chirpiness. Savita went about her normal routine, solicitously enquiring after Kajal's health, but not probing her in any way. She was waiting for Kajal to broach the matter. After a while, Kajal cleared her throat nervously and said,
"Didi, us din Shyam Bhai ke yahan kuchh hua."
"Didi, something happened at Shyam Bhai's place the other day."
"Kya? Unse jhagda kiya kya?"
"What? Did you pick a fight with him?" Savita prompted.
"Nahi. Jhagdewali koi baat nahi."
"No. There was no fight." Kajal responded, suddenly tongue tied.
So Savita sat her down and slowly coaxed the whole story out of her. Having unburdened herself, Kajal rushed to Savita, hugged her tight and buried her face in her soft bosom. When Kajal released her after a minute, Kajal's face was wet with tears and she felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Savita was relieved too, now that she knew all the facts, since Kajal's story was essentially the same as what Shyam had told her.
"Didi, mai bahut buri hoon. Aap mujhse bahut naraz hain?"
"Didi, I've behaved very badly. You must be very upset with me!" Kajal said, eyes downcast.
"Nahi pagli! Mai kabhi tujhse naraz nahi ho sakti. Tu meri chhoti behen jo hai!"
"Of course not honey! How can I ever be upset with you? You're my kid sister after all!" Savita hugged Kajal.
"Lekin ab tumhara kya karne ka irada hai?"
"What do you intend to do now?" Savita asked.
"Sachhi, mujhe Shyam Bhai pe bahut gussa a raha hai. Unhon ne mere saath aisi badtameezi nahi karni chahiye thi. Lekin ab mujhe unki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Mai khud Math or Science ki padhai kar loongi. Mai itni bhi buddhoo nahi hoon!"
"I'm very angry with Shyam Bhai. He shouldn't have misbehaved with me! But I don't need him anymore. I can study Math and Science by myself. I am not such a duffer after all!" Kajal said, said, disdainfully tossing her head, eyes flashing.
"Achhi baat hai."
"OK, good." Savita said. She didn't think it was entirely Shyam's fault, but held her tongue. Why did she have the feeling that this was not the end of the matter?
Kajal went to bed again but couldn't sleep too well. She continued to think about the best way to deal with Shyam Bhai after the happenings of the past few days. She first thought that she would just stop meeting him, without giving any explanations. But then she did a rethink, since that might appear too churlish or worse, Shyam Bhaiya might think that she was afraid of facing him. So finally she decided to give him a nice smile and a warm thank you for what he had done for her, followed by a declaration that she now felt confident of tackling Math & Science on her own. Her mind made up, she went to sleep.
She woke up next morning, feeling nervous and jumpy. Although she had decided what she was going to do, the prospect of actually facing Shyam loomed ominously before her. She earnestly hoped she wouldn't lose her nerve at the last moment. Time seemed to have slowed down to a crawl as she waited impatiently for the afternoon, when she normally went to his place to study. She had taken extra care of her appearance that day. Why, she'd even shaved her legs before showering, something she didn't often do, since she almost never wore clothes that revealed her bare legs. Not that she expected anyone to see her legs, she thought. It just made her feel nice and confident...
She wore a pretty starched and ironed Calcutta cotton sari that set off her brown complexion to perfection. The sari was thick and had a rather coarse texture. She liked its feel against her skin. With the pallu demurely wrapped around her shoulders, she looked the picture of a pretty, modestly attired young Indian woman with not an inch of bare skin showing, except for her face, neck and forearms. Underneath the pallu though, she'd chosen to wear a brief, tight, daringly cut choli, one of the naughtiest she owned. The choli was designed to be worn without a bra underneath, having its own built-in cups. The choli was front opening, had a plunging neck and was secured with the two halves being tied together in a knot. Securing the knot tightly caused her breasts to be pushed together and upwards, so that they swelled prettily out of the plunging neck, forming a deep valley in between. She'd not given any conscious thought while choosing that choli.
Savita had been observing Kajal's nervous pacing since the morning but decided to keep her own counsel. Finally Kajal gathered her notebooks together in preparation to go to Shyam's place. Actually, there was no need for the notebooks, since she wasn't planning to continue to study with him. But somehow, holding the notebooks made her feel more purposeful and businesslike.
"Didi, maine socha ki Shyam Bhai ko mera faisla khud batana theek rahega. Mai unko bol ke jaldi hi wapas aoongi."
"Didi, I think it would be best if I tell Shyam Bhai my decision in person. I'll tell him and return soon." Kajal told Savita when she was finally ready to go.
"OK." Savita responded.
Kajal saw Shyam's door was closed. She was crestfallen at not finding him at home. As she turned back she heard his steps as he climbed up the stairs. He was returning after having his lunch. Shyam saw her waiting as he climbed to the fourth floor, gave her a smile, unlocked his door and invited her in, closing the latticed steel security door behind them, leaving the wooden door open as usual. He excused himself, went into his bedroom and changed into a comfortable white muslin kurta and loose fitting white cotton pajamas that he normally wore at home. He emerged and invited Kajal to join him in the kitchen, as usual. Since she was carrying her notebooks, he assumed that she had come to continue with her studies, the previous day's events forgotten...
Kajal had been thrown off-balance from the moment she saw Shyam's closed door. As she waited for him to climb up the stairs, her agitation increased. The strong, clean male odor of a profusely sweating Shyam filled her nostrils as she waited for him to unlock the door, causing her composure to rapidly dissolve. She started feeling breathless, heart beating fast. In the few minutes that she waited in his living room, her nervousness increased even more. She again started to feel that pink haze envelop his living room. She heard his faraway voice calling her into the kitchen and started to walk towards him like a zombie...
Shyam saw Kajal's flushed face, inflamed eyelids and parted lips as she entered the kitchen. She was panting and gazing at him intently as she stopped a couple of feet away. She made an effort to speak but her voice failed her. She licked her lips and tried again, to no avail. Then suddenly, the notebooks in her hands scattered, she took a step forward and collapsed against him, her arms holding him tightly around his chest.
When she came to in a couple of minutes, she found herself in a clinch with Shyam, one of his arms around her shoulder and the other caressing her hair, while both her arms clutched him tightly around his torso, her face buried in his chest. She felt so comfortable, so safe, so secure in his strong arms... This is where I belong, she thought dreamily. She let go and surrendered herself completely to him, to do whatever he wished...
Shyam too gave in to his raging passion. He held her tight around her shoulders and thrust his hips forward, letting his engorged cock feel her soft belly. He bent and kissed her hair. He then gently loosened her grip around him and pushed her shoulders back slightly, his hips still firmly in contact with her. He lifted her face up by her chin and slowly caressed her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips. He bent and planted a kiss on each of her eyelids. His hand continued to roam downward, caressing the side of her neck and then moving on to her shoulders. He gently nudged the pallu off her shoulders and uncovered her beautiful choli covered bust. He held her by her shoulders and admired her breasts.
He then undid the knot and the two halves of the blouse fell apart, releasing her confined breasts. They moved slightly apart, but hardly sagged at all. They were stiff and tight, a virgin's breasts that had never known a man's touch. They were full and rounded. The aureoles were dark brown and the nipples were tight little buds. The tightly knotted choli had left welts on the soft flesh. In a slow, leisurely fashion, he thumbed the nipples, rolled them between his thumb and finger and fondled her breasts, taking his pleasure.
"Kajal, kitne sundar hain tumhare chooche. Main unhe choos kar maza loonga."
"Kajal, your breasts are so beautiful. I'm going to pleasure myself by sucking them." Shyam said huskily.
Shyam sat down on a chair as Kajal stood before him, his face level with her breasts. He slowly licked her nipples one after the other, then sucked on them. Kajal had never been so aroused before. Her senses were exquisitely alert and she felt waves of pleasure wash over her body. Her legs buckled under her. Shyam immediately broke her fall and seated her on his lap. He raised her face to his and ran his tongue over her half open lips while his fingers continued to play with her bare breasts. His other hand boldly slid under her sari and started caressing her smooth calves. Kajal didn't resist, even when his hand moved above her knee. Shyam knew then that Kajal would never resist him and he could do whatever he wished. But he was also aware that he couldn't detain her for too long, since Savita Bhabi must be waiting.
"Kajal, aaj bas itna kafi hai. Savita Bhabi raah dekh rahi hongi. Lekin kal aaogi tab main tumhari jawani ka aur maza lootoonga."
"Kajal, that's enough for today. Savita Bhabi must be waiting. But tomorrow I'm going to have more fun with your young body." Shyam said, reluctantly pushing her away. He had no doubt she would return.
"Yes." Kajal replied docilely.
She re-tied her choli, smoothened her hair, gathered her notebooks and returned home to a waiting Savita.
"Kajal, kya hua?"
"What happened, Kajal?" Savita asked.
"Didi, main kuchh bol nahi pai. Mujhe chakkar sa aya. Jab main phir hosh mein ayee toh maine apne aap ko Shyam Bhaiya ki bahon me paya."
"Didi, I wasn't able to speak. I felt dizzy. When I came to, I found myself in Shyam Bhaiya's arms." Kajal said, eyes downcast.
"He Bhagwan! Phir kya hua?"
"Oh Lord! What happened next?" Savita asked.
"Didi, main nahi bata sakti. Mujhe bahut sharm lag rahi hai."
"Didi, I can't tell you. I'm feeling so embarrassed." Kajal said.
"Kajal! Yeh tujhe kya ho gaya hai?Kya unhone koi zabardasti ki tumhare saath?"
"Kajal! What's the matter with you? Did he force you in any way?" Savita asked.
"No." Kajal replied. Savita was aghast.
"Besharam ladki! Tu pagal ho gai hai kya? Tujhe pata hai iska kya natija ho sakta hai? Abhi teri shaadi honi hai. Agar uske pehle hi tu kunwari nahi rahi toh kahar ho jayega!"
"You shameless girl! Have you gone crazy? Do you know the consequences of your actions? You've still to get married. If you lose your virginity before that, all hell will break loose!" Savita said, shaking with anger.
Kajal broke into tears. She could take it no more. She shut herself in the bedroom, changed into fresh clothes and then ran downstairs and onto the street. She wanted to be alone to be able to sort herself out. She kept re-living those heavenly moments in Shyam Bhaiya's arms as she wandered slowly through the crowded streets, lost in her thoughts.
She had never been so happy in her life. She remembered his voice telling her how much he was enjoying taking his pleasure with her breasts... Oh, God! How lucky I am to be able to please him! This is what I'm meant to do... The thought that she was able to please her Shyam Bhaiya was a bigger turn on for her than his magical touch. Again, in a delayed reaction, she felt a jolt of liquid electricity emanate from her nipples and shoot into her pussy. But this time, there was no fever. She was very clear what she was going to do. She couldn't wait to throw herself in Shyam's arms again...
An angry Savita knocked impatiently on Shyam's door. He'd just retired to his bedroom and started to jerk off. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his erect cock tented his pajamas as he opened the door and let her in. A furious Savita flew into a rage and berated Shyam for having misbehaved with Kajal. But this time, Shyam was not at all defensive. While he listened patiently to Savita, he couldn't help thinking how sexy she looked when she was angry, eyes flashing, her heaving bosom left uncovered by her displaced pallu... After allowing Savita to cool down a bit, he started to speak.
"Savita Bhabi, pehle kya hua yeh suniye."
"Savita Bhabi, first listen to what happened." Shyam said, and then proceeded to recount in detail everything that had happened between Kajal and himself, his arousal heightening as he recounted the events. He could see that Savita was becoming excited too.
"Ab aap hi bataiye, isme meri kya galati hai? Us din jo kuchh hua uske baad bhi Kajal khud apne aap mere paas aayi aur khud ko meri bahon me jhonk diya. Mai aap ki baat samajhta hoon ki agar Kajal apna kunwarapan kho baithi toh uski shaadi ke baad shayad gazab ho jayega. Lekin ittefaq se aisa kuchh nahi hua. Aage kya ho sakta hai iska bharosa dena mushkil hai. Aakhir mai bhi ek mard hoon. Mujhe bhi meri zaroorat poori karne ka haq hai!"
"You tell me, what's my fault? Even after what happened the other day, Kajal came to me unbidden and threw herself in my arms. I know that if Kajal were to lose her virginity now, there might be hell to pay after her marriage, but that's not happened. But I cannot say what might happen in future. I'm a man after all! I too have the right to satisfy my needs!" Shyam spoke bluntly, looking Savita in the eye. His message was clear.
Savita got up from her seat and moved to the door, her lip trembling. She closed the door and faced Shyam, advancing slowly towards him. She reached out and placed her hand lightly over Shyam's tented pajamas. Shyam pulled her in his arms but she sagged, pulling him down on top of her. Shyam's living room was small and crowded. He kicked the small center table aside and lay Savita down on her back on the thin cotton carpet. He hitched her sari up as she raised her legs and impatiently pulled at her panties, ripping them in the process. He quickly removed his pajamas and knelt between her open thighs. He was trembling too as he positioned his cock against her dripping cunt and then rammed home with a mighty shove.
"I'm doing this for Kajal's sake" Savita thought. Then all thoughts were driven out of her mind and she gave in to wave after wave of carnal pleasure as Shyam's hard cock stretched open her cunt and drove in till it hit her cervix. All of Shyam's accumulated frustrations welled up and drove him into a frenzy of hard, mindless fucking. Even Shyam couldn't have kept up that pace for long. After five minutes or so, he ejaculated stream after stream of his thick creamy semen inside Savita and collapsed on top of her.
As for Savita, she'd not really had many bedroom sessions with her hubby after the baby's birth and the few that she had, had been rather tepid. Her hubby seemed to be rather cagey about touching her. Either he didn't find her attractive anymore or thought that too energetic lovemaking might be harmful for her. Anyways, so aroused had she become and such was Shyam's vigor and energy that she started orgasming from the moment his hard, thick cock stretched her pussy. She lost count of the number of times she came in those five minutes.
Savita came to her senses and found herself pinned under Shyam, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. She suddenly realized how perilous their situation was. If someone had knocked on either of their doors, it would have been disastrous. Even if that had not happened, her baby could have woken up and started bawling, or old Ba could have started calling out for her. She tried to push Shyam off but he wasn't done yet. Incredibly, she felt his cock hardening again inside her and he once again resumed his vigorous copulation. This time, his strokes were less frenzied but no less energetic. He systematically took his pleasure, until he ejaculated again after another hard fucking session. He finally got off of her and Savita quickly rearranged her clothes.
"Mujhe jana hai"
"I got to go." She said. He nodded.
"Aap Kajal ko kuchh na kahiye. Main uske saath baat kar loonga."
"Don't tell Kajal anything. I'll talk to her." Shyam told Savita. He was very much in the driver's seat now.
To be continued... READ PART 3
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