Manya’s body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman’s young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son’s cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny’s wife’s greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her day’s second seed blast from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.
Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could have led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam’s Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife’s hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother’s thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said “Don’t worry Aunt Manya. I’ll hold him while you go”.
A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a pair of strong hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.
“Not now. I’ve got to go”, she pleaded and broke away from his strong grasp on her juicy hips.
“When?”, inquired the persistent stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought didn’t disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.
“Tomorrow”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.
Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was time to wake up.