After almost two minutes, his body tensed. He tried to warn her but it was too late.
“Aunty… main… aa raha hoon…”
Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock. Most of it landed directly on her wet, freshly bathed naked breasts. Some of it slid down between her cleavage. A few drops even reached her neck. The white cum stood out starkly against her fair, wet skin.
Santi didn’t move away. She kept holding his cock until he finished. Then she looked down at her own breasts, at his cum dripping down her skin, and then back at him.
She didn’t scold him this time.
Instead, she slowly removed the towel completely and let it fall to the floor.
She stood completely naked in front of him — wet hair, water droplets on her body, cum on her breasts.
Himanshu’s cock, which had started softening, twitched and started getting hard again almost immediately.
Santi took his hand and led him to the mattress in the hall. She made him lie down. Then she knelt between his legs and took his cock into her mouth.
She gave him a slow, deep blowjob. Her tongue moved around the head, her lips slid up and down the shaft. She took him deeper than he expected. Himanshu moaned loudly, his hands gripping the bedsheet.
After a few minutes, she climbed on top of him. She held his cock and guided it to her pussy. She was already wet — not just from the bath, but from years of suppressed desire finally breaking free.
She lowered herself onto him slowly. His cock slid inside her tight, warm pussy. Both of them moaned at the same time.
Santi started riding him. Her wet breasts bounced with every movement. She placed her hands on his chest and moved her hips in circles, then up and down. She was experienced. She knew exactly how to move to feel good.
Himanshu was in heaven. He grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her.
They had been fucking for almost ten minutes when the main door opened.
Ajay walked in carrying two heavy bags of groceries. He stopped dead in his tracks.
The scene in front of him was something he had only seen in porn.
Santi — completely naked — was riding Himanshu’s cock. Her breasts were bouncing. Cum from earlier was still visible on her chest. Himanshu was lying under her, moaning.
Ajay’s mouth fell open. The bags slipped from his hands.
Santi turned her head and looked at him. For a second, there was silence.
Then, instead of panicking, she smiled — a small, tired, but genuine smile.
She didn’t stop moving on Himanshu’s cock.
She looked at Ajay and said softly, “Aa jao. Darwaza band kar do.”
Ajay stood frozen for three seconds. Then he quickly closed the door, dropped the bags, and started removing his clothes with shaking hands.
Santi continued riding Himanshu while watching Ajay undress. When Ajay was naked, his own cock hard and pointing at her, she gestured for him to come closer.
She made Ajay stand in front of her. While still bouncing on Himanshu’s cock, she took Ajay’s dick in her mouth and started sucking him.
The three of them moved together on the mattress in the middle of the hall.
