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Lovely morning, cool and breezy. Made even lovelier by my beloved sister-in-law, Sonu, who arrived unexpectedly from her routine walk. Mala was still asleep and, in any case, in bed with another man. Shekhar, one of the naukar’s naukar buddies, a guy from another household who’s become quite regular here and over at Sonu’s. I’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. The life of a cuckold. Watching them last night was compensation enough.

But I was glad for Sonu’s company this morning. She’s utterly bewitching — petite and gentle and smooth-skinned, with a lovely, slender, superbly curved body, still in great shape though she’s at least seven years older than me. She took off her walking shoes and track pants and slipped in beside me, hot and sweating and sexy, still in her T-shirt. I felt her lips on my chest, her tongue sweeping over my nipple and her gentle fingers at my cock and I was awake in no time. I greeted her with a smile — and she cut me enough slack, horny though she was, to let me get rid of the morning taste from my mouth and take a piss and a crap before getting back into bed. By which time she was naked and waiting. I got back into bed.

“And to what do I owe this honour?” I teased her.

“Nothing,” she giggled. “I was passing by and thought I’d drop in. It’s been a long time since we fucked.”

Long time indeed. Not more than a week, and I remember it vividly, the furious fucking in front of Hitesh, her moaning and thrashing wildly as I plunged into her and then, suddenly, before she could come, yielding to a naukar standing by. She’d been wild with anger and frustration and it had been good to watch her with the servant, attacking him feverishly, then gasping and crying out as he entered her and took her hard, then slowly, then hard again, and again and again through multiple orgasms. And when he’d done, and left her sheathed in sweat and his cum, sticky between her legs and breasts, his seed on her lips and tongue, I fucked her again, loving the smooth slipperiness of her naukar-cum-filled cunt.

But this morning was different, gentler and less hurried and I let her do the work. I lay back and she went down on me, sucking my cock lovingly for a long time, moaning and keening eagerly as my cock filled her mouth.

“God, I love sucking your cock,” she moaned.

“Correction. You love sucking cock,” I laughed, my hand on her head, moving it up and down over my lap.

I wasn’t in the mood for extended play, so I brought her up and sat her on my cock. She gasped and bit her lower lip prettily as she sat her cunt down slowly down on my rock-hard, throbbing erection.

“Oh fuck that’s so good!” she gasped.

I let her control it and she liked that. She moved at her own pace, first grinding back and forth and then slowly gathering speeed and bucking up and down. I matched my upward thrusts to hers and watched her face contort in pleasure and lust, loving the radiance suffusing her pretty features. She moaned loudly, obscenely, music to my ears. Her breasts, hot and swollen with nipples standing out rigid, bounced over me and I squeezed them and sucked them, making her moan even more loudly. I felt her orgasm rippling through her.

Then it was my turn. I moved her off me and turned her on her front, on her forearms and knees, and got on my knees behind her and started fucking her from behind. It’s my favourite position, and hers. And I do particularly love doing it in my bed because there’s a huge mirror on the wall at the foot and we can see ourselves and it’s one heck of a turn on. I loved watching her face and the expressions of lust crossing it, her eyes hooded, her mouth open, and her slender body rocking to and fro, her swollen breasts bouncing and slapping together. I kept at it, moving fast, slowing down, moving fast and hard and deep again, alternating and varying speed and thrust depth like old Baba taught me in Jabalpur. It never fails. She had a second orgasm and very quickly a third and each time her cunt went into spasms and convulsions on my cunt. I kept going, now moving faster and deeper and harder, making her cry out loudly and claw at the counterpane. I bent over her and twisted her face and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

“Breakfast for you?” I said into her mouth.

She moaned her assent eagerly and I slid out of her and got to my feet, spreading them wide on the bed. Whimpering, she turned and knelt between my legs and sucked my cock furiously, jerking it too in her fist. I held back as long as I could, enjoying her frustrated c’mon c’mon c’mon please …. cum in my mouth and then closed my eyes and immersed myself into the fires in my loins. The heat erupted and I snapped my eyes open, dropping my head just in time to see the cum spurting from my cock into her mouth, spattering her cheeks and eyelids, dribbling down her chin and between her breasts. She swallowed it, swiped it off her cheeks and eyes with her fingertip, licked it lasciviously, massaged the gunk between her breasts into her skin. I went down and kissed her and we slipped into bed, smiling and murmuring and drifted into a wonderfully restful post-coital slumber.