( Part : 2 ) Protima studied her naked body in the full-length mirror of her bedroom after her bath. She couldn’t have been more pleased with the way things were turning out.... with the way she was turning out. At 35, her tits were so full, so round and shapely. Sure, there were two or three friends of her with bigger ones, but she was perfectly confident about her size.... hers had the best shape. They were luscious and perky even after the birth of her two children, and she knew just what to wear when she felt like drawing attention to her.
She wished she could be taller, but at least her legs were shapely and the right proportion to the rest of body, and with all the exercise she’d been doing since moving into her new house. Her ass was taking on a plump roundness that was getting as much attention as her bouncy boobs.
Fresh from her shower, Protima slipped her fingertips over her bald pussy mound, checking to make sure she hadn’t left any stubble behind. She hated that. Her skin was silky smooth, and it felt so much better getting felt up and licked on without any hair. Hopefully, she could start getting waxed someday soon.
Satisfied that she’d given herself a good shave with her husband's razor, she brought her hands up to her naked tits and started squeezing and fondling them, bringing her deep brown nipples quickly to stiff erections. Sometimes it drove her crazy to have such a sensitive pair of nipples. She could bring herself close to the brink of orgasm just playing roughly with her excited nipples. The stimulation lit her smooth body on fire, but then she always needed something more to finally send her over the edge.
But for right now, all Protima surely wanted was to make sure her nipples were nice and hard under the white Kameez she was planning to put on to visit her friend Ajmira. Her tits looked better when her nipples were hard and pointy. She caught her husband's Punjabi friend Jaspal looking at them a lot under normal circumstances. But she had quickly discovered her friends too could barely take their eyes off from them when her nipples were denting her clothes.
However the rest of the time she had a strong-willed mind of her own, and she knew how she could make it so that no illicit gossips or rumours could spread out in the society and hamper her sincerely protected image. Anyway, now just knowing her ripe, soft tits were getting all that attention was enough to make her pussy feel warm and juicy. That was the main reason she’d joined the swim team of a reputed ladies club.
But during her practice, she noticed all the spectators could see her in the tightly clinging suit she had to wear. It was only a one-piece, but she always made sure to pull it up tight enough to make the sides ride high on her hips. Her mound and ass cheeks looked prettier that way.... even the coach, Aslam Chacha ( Ajmira's father ) thought so.
She put on her white Kameez and plumped her tits under it, checking herself in the mirror to make sure the dress was pulled down low enough to show off her cleavage. Then she pulled on her light grey Salwar. They were so thin they were almost transparent as they molded to her body.
She wasn't forbidden even to wear more bold dresses for the functions or various ceremonies like sleeveless blouse and thin synthetic Saree. Promila, her mother who started to stay with her since her father's death, always supported her to wear them even in the house, when it was either two of them. Her mother was the only one who always made her feel loved just for herself.
Being a loving and beloved wife, Protima knew her husband very well.... she could tell he was the kind of man who wouldn’t say anything about the choice of her dresses. She’d already met a few of her husband's friends, and her instincts about them had yet to be wrong..... like Jaspal who always tried to check her body whenever he'd come to their house.
Her husband really loved her who always made her want to be a good and respectful woman.... supporting most of her decisions. Pobitro and her daughter Poly, too, sort of, never opposed but they were her kids....so that's different. Her son was a good looking ** year-old student of Class-X, but he was kind of shy and nerdy.
But her daughter was completely different from her introvert son.... she was bold and adventurous in all respects. Although they were completely opposite in nature, they loved each other a great and Poly was closer to her younger brother than anyone. They now had their own room.... although they had shared a room when they were even more younger. But still, she loved her both children more than anyone else.
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It was Sunday morning, and usually Protima and her husband Palash lingered in bed for a long time..... till 8:00 AM, doing a lot of sucking and fucking before their kids were awake.... and then returned to bed for more, once Poly and Pobitro had gone out to play. But today Palash would have to bring some items for his shop from Kolkata and that explained why he was up so early and getting dressed at this ungodly hour.
He was very much enthused about bringing those items from Kolkata, since he preferred the fresh items in cheap rate which weren't available in local market. But other Sundays he would like to spend time using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into her cunt rather than bargaining with the customers. But his new business just started flourishing and he had deemed it politic not to hurt a single customer, hoping that socializing might lead to success.
Protima had been a bit disappointed, too, since she was a lady who loved plenty of prick and always looked forward to passionate weekends at home. But then Protima, who was also a really naughty woman, had made a few plans of her own. She had not been unfaithful to her husband for almost ten years.... since her two children started to go to higher secondary school. So actually she had stopped cheating on him for the last ten years. But now noticing her son's horny teenage friends who always lusted for her youthful body, she could often feel the familiar itching in her cunt.
She lay quietly, wondering if she should let her husband know that she was awake. She supposed that they would have time for a quick fuck before he had to leave, but she couldn't decide if that was a good idea or not, in the light of the really naughty things she had planned..... it might be better to stay horny.
On the other hand, she was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn't change that much. Then she saw something that changed her mind. Her husband was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window. As he raised one leg, she saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down.....that was plenty of inspiration.
"Dear... please come here!" She purred.
He looked up and his cock swung ponderously, throwing an elongated shadow across the floor. He was blessed with the biggest prick that Protima, in all her experience, had ever been lucky enough to encounter... which, truth be known, was the main reason she had wed him instead of one of her numerous other lovers and suitors.
"Did I wake you, darling?" He said.
"It's okay, dear," She murmured.
Palash had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his finely ironed pants. But he was standing facing her now, his legs slightly spread. She could still see the outline of his prick dangling down between his thighs. His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady.
"Why don't you come back to bed for a little while, dear?" Protima suggested.
She drew the covers aside and lay naked. If Palash was gifted with a gigantic cock, his wife had the female form to match with it. Her tits were full and firm and capped by fat, brown tips. Her legs were long and trim, her hips supple, her ass solid. Her neatly shaven puffy cunt displaying so brazenly that it was hard to avoid the temptation for anyone. He tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her.
"Were you trying to escape without performing your marital duties?" She giggled.
"It's awful early, honey. I thought…"
"The early bird gets the worm," She chirped, as she folded her fist lovingly around his cock.
It was semi-hard and rubbery, but as she gently squeezed and kneaded and stroked, it began to stuff her fist full, stiffening and swelling to massive proportions. She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his hairy sperm-ful balls, finding them solid and swollen. As she played with his prick, he bent down and began to lick her fat tits, running his tongue all over the mounds and up through the deep cleavage. He sucked her big nipples into his lips, nursing on each rosy peak in turn.
Usually their Sunday morning routine was a leisurely affair, with plenty of foreplay and sucking before they began to fuck. But they didn't have the whole morning now and couldn't take the time. She drew his cock toward her, holding the shaft and rubbing the big cock-knob around on her belly and into the soft flesh of her cunt mound. His head shifted up from her tits and he kissed her on the mouth, lips locking and grinding, tongues sliding back and forth. She had given him a blowjob the night before.... and the residue still flavored her lapper.
Previously Palash could taste that familiar hint of oral sex when she hadn't been blowing him, as well. It made him a little suspicious. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn't noticed that phenomena for almost ten years now.
They French-kissed with passion, swapping tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth. Her head turned on the pillow and her tits loomed up as she breathed with rising desire. Then she arched her back deeply, parting her thighs and raising her knees.
"Fuck me, darling!" Protima purred.
With his mouth still clamped to hers, Palash shifted his ass and hips across and mounted her. She helped him guiding the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. Holding his cock by the hilt, she tilted her wrist up and down, moving the knob in her wet cunt-slit like some meaty paintbrush slapping on whitewash.
He braced, taking his weight on his knees, muscular thighs tensing and rippling. His hands slid under the big, firm globes of her ass and he lifted her loins up higher, to the angle of coupling. He poised there, ready and waiting, as she continued to ladle her cunt with his cockhead. Cunt-juices were streaming from her slot, washing over his cock-knob and running down his prick like melted pearls. Her whole groin was lathered with that lavish flow. A glob of gooey pre-cum oozed from his open pisshole and ran into her creamy tide in a spunk filigree.
Feeling that hot oil seep into her wet cunt, Protima moaned with desire, starting to undulate her hips. She gripped his manhood firmly as she hooked her thighs and bridged her back, making a fucking platform of her pelvis. Her hand stroked up and down on his thick cock, then she placed it at her opening, freeing his weapon.
"Give it to me, dear.... shove your big prick up me and fuck me silly!"
Palash nudged his cock-knob in. Her cuntlips collared his cock, clinging and pulling and sucking, dragging him deeper. His ass jerked as he plowed in, sinking every inch of his formidable prick into her hot cunt. His balls started swinging in and whacking against her ass with a dull, solid thud.
"Ahhhhh!" Protima sighed.
Palash held his cock buried to the root, loving the feeling of having every inch of his hard prick enveloped in her hot, clinging cunt-hole and giving her a moment to savor the thrill of being stuffed to the brim. His cockhead was burning like a lump of smoldering iron in the core of her cunt. The fleshy rod was levering around like a heated crowbar up her cunt while his balls ballooned against her ass.
Protima's well-used cunt was capacious.... quite capable of holding two lesser pricks at the same time or of putting out in an endless gang bang. But her cunt muscles were trim and pliable, too, so that she was able to clamp her cunt sleeve tightly to the contours of his cock, making the fit snug and sweet. The inner rings fluttered, closing his prick as if she were frigging him off inside her loins.
She began to thrust her pelvis up before her husband started. She gyrated her pussy up and down.... enveloping a couple of inches of his prick and setting the motion off with sinuous grace. Her husband held himself rigid for a few moments, letting her set the tempo on his immobile cock, but pulsing his prick sinew and making it throb inside her sliding cunt. Then he began to throw it to her.
"Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my itching cunt off!" Protima cried. And in that quiet time of pale dawn light, her cries were startlingly loud. The sound of high pitched groans was not wasted on for one very interested widow who was furiously rubbing her mature cunt in her own room..... adjacent to that room which was seperated by a thin five-inch wall.
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