The Milkmans' Wife

I shifted a little more to comfort myself and guided her right hand, to my penis. She at first just held it but then jerked it away, shaken by its size I guess. The way she held it, though for few seconds only, put me on a heavenly trip, and then I decided to take the plunge.

I got on top of her and in an instant, she was aware of my deed. I caressed her breasts and then sucked on her nipples, I licked, swirled my tongue around her areolas and nibbled to get her going again. Seeing her loosening up I pushed my hand between us, held my penis and started to rub it along her wet slit. She lifted her hands and clutched the headboard of the cot and shrieked.

'Putta idhan maad beda kanda, eshto varshagalu aayithu. Nanna ganda nanna mutti. Alli novaguthe. Naanu bekaadre ninge nanna kaiyalli madthini'. (Don't do this putta, its been years since me since touched me, I'll do you with my hands) I knew she is trying to be fair. I made her cumm even as she was offering a hand job. Her offer laid bare the events of the evening.

She acknowledged achieving orgasm and now she knew that I too need to cum. Her open offer to give me a hand job was blatant enough to encourage me. It was a matter of choice, either I take her offer or she surrenders to my wish.

'Putta beda kano thuma novagutho kanda, oppi kollo putta'.(Putta it will pain a lot, listen to me)

I slid up ran my tongue over her lips and said, 'hangaadhre nimma bhaiyinda maadubidi please'.(If you really want to do, use you mouth)

She said 'tu... yen yeno maatadtiya hogo, bekadre kaiyinda maadtini ashte'(NO, let me do it by hand). Saying this she pushed her hand between our bodies and held my penis. I made a little room and she started to jack me. I sensed that her jacking off was not perfunctory, she was actually caressing my penis and exciting as she played.

This got me even more excited and I allowed her to play, while I played woith her breasts, and fingered her vigorously. She was sighing and giving out sounds that were driving me nuts. I caught hold of her wrists, pulled her hand away from my penis and got on top of her. She said, 'neenu nanna maatu kelalva?'( so...Will you not listen) Her tone defied her pretense, it was like as if she really wanted me to go ahead. And try.

I knew this is it, so I pried her legs open with my knees and dug my knees underneath her thighs. So now I was kind of kneeling between her open thighs and her thighs rested on top of mine. I nudged my penis forward and started to rub it up and down the entire length of her slit.

Her face was bleached as she watched what I was trying to achieve and her breathing got so heavy that her breasts were swaying up and down. I couldn't hold any more, I guided my penis into her vagina and parting her lips placed it on the entrance. It was like I am at the entrance of a stove, wet heat emanating from her aroused vagina was driving me nutssss. As I tried to press it in, she was right, she was so tight, I needed more thrust to send it in. she shifted upward with a jerk trying to avoid the pain, 'Putta... nidhana kano...kanda nann math kelo beda...beda...aaaaaah...aaaahh oooo..oof ammaaaaaa' and in one smooth stroke I violated the most sacred of the moral codes of our society.

I went in half the length, stopped, pulled out and then jabbed firmly yet gently back inside all the way till her stubby shaved pubes pricked my groin. Sowmyakka gasped aloud 'oooooooohh! ammaa' ,and I stood still trying to soak in the feeling. I closed my eyes and stayed still, her vagina was deep and quite snug. I felt a ring like tightening traversing along the length of my shaft, her insides were nice and soft but entrance to her vagina was surprisingly tight, wat too tight. I thanked venkateshappa, for loosing interest in her for years and presenting me with a virgin like sowmyakka.

I opened my eyes to look at her, what a sight she was. Thighs wide raised, legs bent, resting on mine, belly quivering with her short labored breathing. Her arms held high as she was holding the headboard making her magnificent globes rise erect, her large nipples were erect and inviting. Her entire body was glowing in the dim light of the bed lamp. Her large areolas, which were brown, were looking dark and marvelous in yellow light.

I leaned a little, lifted her thighs further and planted my hands on either side of her. Bending my head even lower I kissed her navel and started to fuck her in long and slow strokes.

I looked at the unison of our bodies and saw my penis glistening with her juices entering her. This got me going I pulled out completely and then went in slow till my bulbous head disappeared in her depths and then jabbed it hard. She sucked in her breath and her entire body quivered. I repeated the jabs till she was hissing and sighing uncontrollably, and cried out loud 'ayyo amma, devare.. ninnadu thumba doddagidhe kano...'(oh mother your is so big my son).

I knew that at this frantic pace I may not last long so I decided to lie on top of her and fuck deep and slow. I laid myself on top of her, held her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. I sucked and kissed her breasts till they turned reddish. With my suck marks all over them.

I held her shoulders for leverage and resumed fucking. I reached up to put my tongue inside her mouth. Now she wasn't even pretending to resist, the instant she felt my face on hers, she opened her mouth to receive me. She lapped my tongue and sucked my saliva into hers like any horny woman.

Every stroke was like a new feeling after that. I never felt so aroused and loved before. It was a little difficult to do her. Her pipes were tight due to non-use and a bit hard due to her flab and my position on top of her, I couldn't ram up into her hilt with out adjusting every time I wanted to give hard thrust. Suddenly to my utter dismay I felt her spread her thighs wider and higher, creating more space for my hips to move and raising her vagina a little to receive my thrusts deeper into her.

This actually lifted the veil of shame and morality, and I started to fuck her with renewed confidence. I raised my head and whispered, 'I love you Sowmyakka'. She responded with a sigh and a mew. As I continued to ram and jab and play with her breasts, her breaths became quicker and with every thrust she let out an aa...g...gh or ooo..ooh,.

The whole room reverberated with her oooooohs , aaahs, ooooof maas, and hard slapping sound of my groin beating down on her vagina. I grunted with every jab, harmony of our grunts and her sounds were like music making my excitement ride higher & higher.

Even she was getting more comfortable with the situation, or rather being taken over by her own unfulfilled desire. I felt her tongue moving inside her mouth and brushing my lips. She caught hold of my lower lips and started to suckle on it. I think she was readying for her second orgasm of the evening. I felt her teeth digging on to my lips with a passion that prior to this day I thought never existed in my prim, proper and religious sowmyakka. I even felt faint movements of her pelvis moving actively. Initially it were not in rhythm with my thrusts, but sure were initiated with a grunt.

I repositioned my jabs and adjusted frequency to match with her moves. All Hell broke lose after that. She let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms around my back. Now she was kissing me furiously and matching my every move with gay abandon. When I went back pulling she stayed down but as I went down she threw her hips to receive me with a firm upward jab. I continued till I sensed her tensing up. I knew it is the time.

I held on to her breasts really hard and sucked on her nipple while increasing my pace, I bit her breasts in the heat of the moment. Now her hmm..mphs, oo...ooffs and argh..rghs were not muffled. They sounded like music with slapping of our bodies and wet sloshing swishing sounds emanating from her flowing vagina. In her most bold move of the evening she held my naked butt and with her fingers digging in my flesh painfully and started to fuck me roughly. She held my ass firmly and slapped it real hard on her vagina. Again and again.

She was not just a match rather she had overtaken me in this game of love and lust. Her feet planted firmly on the bed, she held my hip and slammed hers with a vengeance till such time when her thrusts became so violent that I failed to keep pace with, she screamed ' Oh putta..nanna...sambhalisu ,....nanna..aaaarrrghhhhhh..!'(Putta cannot hold any more my son).

She was nearing her climax and so was I. I mercilessly squeezed her breasts, dug my teeth on her fleshy mounds and changed gears to a maddening pace.

'Ouuu..oouuuu ooouuuu..uuf! nannna praana hindd bedavo kandaa!' (you are killing me.). I was just there when she arched her back and let out a scream 'Aaii...iiiiyeeeee...ammmaa'.. Worried about someone might hear it I plugged my mouth on hers.

I was there too, I got that deep knotted sensation, which one feels for just a second before squirting. But for me it prolonged and desperate to release I kept pounding her vagina like there is no tomorrow. She wrapped her thighs around my butt and held me still. That is when I achieved my release. I squirted and squirted and continued with long hard strokes, holding my penis a little longer inside to fill her up.

Her body raked with a series of violent rigors, she kept humping her hips back on to me. We went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity and then as suddenlyas it had risen it calmed with her, slumping lifelessly and me on top of her with my penis still inside her. I felt my penis was swimming in a pool of slush.

Storm passed and we lay like that for a long time. She gently brought her mouth closer to my neck and lightly nibbled giving me a ticklish loving feeling. She caressed my butts lovingly scraping her nails through the crack of my bums. She roamed her hand on my rear side, from shoulders to bums for a long time. I almost dozed off.

I sensed her moving under me, she shifted and tried to turn to her right. I slid from top of her and laid on my left facing her. I opened my eyes and found her looking straight with moistened and glowing eyes.

She hugged me close hid my face between her ample bosom and said,'hengaaayithu idhella, kanda. Neenu naanna praana hindd bitte putta. Eega? '(how did this happen, putta you took my life away son what will happen now). Freed from that maddening desire and meeting head on with the reality, I did not have a clue to answer. I was equally confused and worried, if not any more, but did not have the courage to hold a conversation. So I just wrapped my arms around her and snuggled close, kissed between her breasts and slept like baby feeling secure around her.

I woke up don't know why, long before it was light but remained in the bed. By the movements I sensed that she is trying to sit up. Sowmyakka switched on the bed side lamp and I saw her, in the mirror on the wall, sitting with her back on the headboard holding her hands on to her face. I saw tears streaming down her cheek. In between her sobs she was chanting Oh Lord! Oh My God! and truly so. What happened was quite out of ordinary.

I felt terrible. Not having a clue as to how I shall react I stayed still. I looked up again into the mirror and LO! Once again, animal in me started to raise its head. This time I was greeted with view of her ample bosom, just above the nipples. God it was a site to behold. I played with those globes just few hours back, but seeing them in light was different.

When she was holding her hands on to her face, her arms obscured the view, but as she wiped her eyes and let arms drop to sides her magnificent bust came into my view. They were swollen like they are still full and were round in shape. Surprisingly, her breasts did not sag a lot and retained their shape. Her breasts were in no way like what most Indian women of her age have. They are big & shapely and held their shape, though without bra, they still formed a delightful cleavage.

I was soaking the view. Sowmyakka sitting with her head thrown back, her beautiful neck stretched her breasts heaving slightly due to her hard breathing was a picture that I will carry to eternity. Her bare rounded shoulders her raised chin GOD ALMIGHTY! Everything was sooooooo...o very perfect.

Then she raised her arm to the back of her head, sat upright and started to tie her hair. She looked at me, and didn't I see her smile? Yes she was smiling looking at me. I was engrossed in the million dollar smile when I felt her hand on my head. She lovingly ran her fingers on my scalp, caressed my cheek and I heard her say 'idhenu maaya maadidihya kanda nannna mele' (Why have you made me do this my darling ).

In the mirror I saw her leaning on to me. I closed my eyes and laid still feigning asleep. I felt her hot breath on my neck. She placed her lips on my left temple and held it there for a long time. All this while, she kept on caressing my hair and head.

Bed jostled and shook by her weight and suggested that she is making a move, I heard the bathroom door open and close. Relieved that she had gone inside the bathroom I opened my eyes and was about to turn when she suddenly appeared before me.

I hurriedly closed my eyes and then opened slightly to see. She walked on my side of the bed and picked her night dress that I threw last night. Holding the garment to her chest she went and stood before the mirror looking at her naked form with her back towards me.

Sight was maddening, sowmyakka in her full naked glory. I had her back directly in front and saw her front in the mirror. She tossed the garment on the bed and looked at her self. She turned sideways and looked into the mirror over her shoulder. She repeated the move to appreciate her left and right profile. Then brought her hands over her breasts, held them from underneath, lifted them slightly and jiggled a bit. OH MY! almost came under the sheet. She kept on lovingly caressing and admiring her body, probably feeling proud, that she still got the charms to entice and enamour some one as young as her own son.

Day light permeated the room, through thick drapes giving her body a divine glow. For a few seconds I just forgot the world around and kept looking at her. I admired the back of her legs and thighs, they were spotlessly fair, fleshy and appeared soft. Her arse flared below her waist with ample cheeks that jiggled and jostled with every motion.

I noticed that her vagina is big and protruded out. Her Pussy was thick and appeared to have been pushed out, pink of her clitoris barely visible between her immensely thick labia. Her mound was big and rising; projection of her swollen mound was so very erotic. Her pussy was equally fair as the area around, which is quite unusual, as mostly vagina of even fairer women are some what darker in colour. God sowmyakka is an unusual woman I came to realise.

I was lost, appreciating her carnatic avatar, when she bent to pick her discarded night dress from the bed. As she bent her buttocks tightened and her crack parted little giving me a flash of her pussy from behind. My dick was full mast by now and I desperately wanted a release. I was about to getup and make love to her right then and there. However, before I could bring my thought to a conclusion she slipped her dress over her head and walked away

Bathroom door closed but, I waited till I heard water running. I got up and dressed in my shorts and T-shirt. Dressed and sowmyakka out of sight the reality fell on me. My mind was getting numb thinking and swinging between my desire and morality. I just shook the thoughts away and opened the door to get the morning paper from the basket.

Bathroom opened and sowmyakka came out in just her bra and petticoat. With out acknowledging my presence, she went to the luggage rack and pulled out her saree. she stood still for a while and then wore the saree and went to the kitchen. Her tall form looked majestic and overpowering. I didn't have the courage to look up to her so observed her slyly through the corner of my eyes.

I entered the bath and let chilly water flow down my body till I was shivering and numb.

Got dressed in fresh pair of shorts and T and stepped out. Breakfast was there and sowmyakka was poring tea. When called by sowmyakka to join, I sat across her and looked straight into her eyes. She avoided my gaze and pushed a plate of uppit towards me. I took it and started eating. All along the breakfast when ever I tried to look into her to find out about her point of view, she avoided eye contact. But I had this eerie feeling that when I am not watching she was looking at me. Breakfast ended at the same tense note at which it started.

Just as I was leaving the room cleaning maid arrived, I was relieved that I now will get a little more time to sort out my next course of action.

Maid went about her business quietly. After she was done vacuuming the room. sowmyakka stopped her from cleaning the bed and sent her back. I was looking at her casually when I noticed sowmyakka raised a large stained spot to her nose. I just turned the other way and was embarrassed to hell. Sowmyakka wrapped the sheet, looked at me and smiled. She was flushed beet red from ear to ear. Throwing everything to air I rushed to her and held her by her shoulders. She looked up into my eyes and then lowered her gaze to the floor. I hugged her tight and she sobbed. I couldn't speak a word of consolation, as there were none, I just held her to my heart.

I walked her to the bed and made her sit down with her back resting on the head board and sat before her. I couldn't look into her straight. 'Why did all his happen, were you harbouring lust for a long time and waiting for a chance or my behaviour triggered all this?'

I kept looking the other way , she reached for my shoulder and turned me to face her 'tell me son a lot needs to be talked about what happened last night?' Bugged by my silence she shook me violently 'Talk to me son, please,?'

'Sowmyakka please, I love you even more, and you must understand love cannot exist without respect. You have turned into a Deity, to whom I shall offer my respect, love and if the need be life. I was always looking forward to have carnal relations with you, it happened nevertheless a bit late. It was destiny, we may take it the way it comes or would be dragged into it kicking and crying, whichever way but rest assured destiny will take its course.'

She stopped weeping, looked at me with a surprised look 'Are you trying to convince me that whatever happened was right and We should continue with this act of sin hiding behind the destiny and justify our carnal desire?'

'Sowmyakka it is not for me or you to judge whether it was right or wrong. It happened and It was destined to be this way, i do not feel even a wisp of regret or disappointment. Look at yourself, you too tried to resist but some how as your conscious self was pushed aside by something deep down inside you, you rode the wave to your own fulfilment. Sowmyakka accept it or not but you too had a void which you in your conscious state of mind did not know existed, you deserved happiness and satisfaction and only I could give it to you.'

'Sowmyakka look into my eyes and tell me you hate me for happened and that you do not want it to continue. Swear by me Sowmyakka and I will never ever bother you. However I will keep your image in my soul as my carnal deity yet would never ask you for sexual favours. Tell me Sowmyakka.

She looked at me with those big deep eyes and murmured 'Oh! My God!' she continued to look at me in a trance like state, as if she was looking beyond my physical self. I left my place to sit next to her. She shifted, to accommodate me, I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and snaked her arm across my chest to hold me. As I caressed her face she let out a moan and tried to bury her face in me. She stopped sobbing and just clung to me.