Chapter 4

• I then untied her shalwar and just slid them and her panties down. She stepped out of them and we fell back onto the bed. I kissed her, then worked my way down her luscious body, kissing the nape of her neck, her cleavage, her breasts, her belly button; then I slid down lower to her pussy. She was dripping wet in anticipation. Without hesitation, I just licked her pussy and she squirmed and moaned loudly.
• I then went to town on her, licking her juices, rubbing her clit, and sliding one, then two, then three fingers into her. It didn’t take long before she was bucking and screaming into the pillow she held over her mouth in an orgasm. I imagined that Gopal never made her come like that, certainly not by licking her.
• The Indian MILF was panting, it seemed she wanted to speak, but just couldn’t. She glowed, she beamed. She was just beginning. She then rolled me over and went straight for my clothes, removing my shirt, then pants, setting my hard cock free. She took it in her hands and started rubbing it, then slowly she flicked her tongue, licking the sides of my cock, up and down.
• After a few minutes she kissed the head of my dick and slowly slid her mouth down over my cock. Fuck, that was an amazing experience, seeing this beautiful woman more than twenty years older than me sucking my cock.
• After a few minutes, I pulled her off my cock and pushed her up on the bed, crawled on top of her, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her waiting milf pussy. She muffled a small scream as she felt me slide into her. Once I bottomed out, I then slowly slid it out, then back in.
• I tried to go very slowly, teasing her, but it didn’t last. She was bucking into me, wanting me to take her fully, to fuck her wildly. And that was what I did!
• After a few minutes of fucking the married Indian woman from top, I pulled out and put her on her side and fucked her from behind, facing the closet so her husband Gopal could get a full view. I looked and clearly saw him watching, his eyes wide. I just smiled.
• I then shifted positions again, getting the milf Indrani to ride me cowgirl style, one of my favorites as it allows me the pleasure of playing with my lover’s tits easily while we fuck. I just kept going, pistoning into her and she kept bouncing up and down on my cock.
• Then I said I was ready to come and asked her if she wanted my come inside of her pussy. She didn’t say anything, she just kept fucking me. I took that as an “ok” and after a few more strokes, I started to come, filling up the Indian MILF pussy with my white American cum.
• She was just on the edge herself of another orgasm so I managed to keep bucking into her and soon she was yelping, trying not to scream too loudly, as she came again.
• Indrani collapsed onto my chest and I could feel small quakes roll through her body as she lay on top of me. I held her and gently kissed her head, my cock still inside her now sloppy wet pussy.
• After about ten minutes, I rolled her off of me and she curled up and slept. I was late for my class so I quickly showered, dressed, and ran out the door to catch a rickshaw to the campus.
• Indrani remained asleep and I was sure Gopal had to change his clothes too. I am not sure what they did after I left. That wasn’t my concern. What I do know is that for the next six weeks, about three times a week, the house would be completely empty in the mornings except for Indrani and I, and I assume Gopal. Some mornings we just had oral suck, she sucking me off and letting me come on her face and tits, other mornings we had a quick, lust-filled fuck, other mornings we languishly made love.
• Of course, Indrani was not the only woman in the household. Nila had her own unmet desires…