Mom and Abbas – Part 8

Firstly, sorry for the delay, guys. My life has been a little hectic in the past few days. I’m hoping that I will give you regular updates from now on. Back to the story

Deepika and Geetha were having lunch together while the three men were eating somewhere outside, a few metres away. They were discussing something and giggling, but neither Deepu nor Geethu could hear it. There wasn’t much conversation between them.

Geetha was still shocked and depressed that she ended up in bed with someone other than her Husband. She felt what she did was not right, but was also surprised by how she reacted. The moral side of her told her to forget everything and move on with her family and never, ever to do this again.

She thought of never talking about this to anyone. She is now convinced that she won’t do it again. Meanwhile, Deepika, in her own world, was quite satisfied with what she was doing. Unlike Abbas, who just saw her as another fuck meat, Omar showed passion and was willing to court her.

She felt Abbas was more interested in Geetha and that she shouldn’t come in the way. Omar was a free agent. She could pursue him. After all, he said, “Deepika Omar Mirza.” She felt that it was something hot.

As they finished their lunch, both married wives went on a trekking trip by themselves until the evening. As the sun started to dip on what was a very eventful day, Geetha and Deepika returned to the hotel to freshen up for the evening.

As they were walking past the counter, Geetha poked her head towards the side where Abbas’s room was. She was still not able to forget what happened in the morning. Deepika was now looking for her boyfriend, Omar. He was nowhere to be seen.

As they both moved inside their respective rooms, Geetha got a call from her husband’s hospital.

“Mrs Reddy?”

“Yes?”

“We just called, as Mr Reddy wanted us to. He said he will be busy today as there are a couple of cases to deal with. He can’t call you today, unfortunately. If you need anything, please call this number.”

“Okay, I hope he’s doing well.”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s doing well, but as you know, work calls.”

“Okay, thanks.”

The call was cut. Just as it did, the guy looked at Ramu and said, “So, we have told her a lie. Now let’s enjoy the night.”

“Lots of booze and maybe even women.”

“No, Suresh, not women.”

“Hmm, you need to get yourself out of this, man.”

Meanwhile, Geetha was a little surprised, as usual. Ramu tells her that there is some important surgery coming up. She thought maybe it was urgent that he couldn’t tell her. As she got ready, she chose the pink saree, which was a little revealing as it was transparent, but she felt it was good.

She put on a little bit of makeup as Deepika suggested. Geetha felt that she was getting ready for an outing near the lake for the night or an open-air show of some kind. But something completely different was brewing up.

Just as she opened her door, she saw Abbas with his back to her, at some distance, talking on the phone. He was engaged in some conversation in Urdu, a language Geethu didn’t understand much, but it was his body that stood out.

He didn’t put a shirt on, only wearing a small pair of shorts that showed his thighs. Geetha was once again awestruck by the impressive body that Abbas has. She started to have this feeling inside her again. Something she didn’t want to have. She started touching herself slowly over her boobs.

Just then, Abbas turned towards Geetha’s room and put on a surprised expression while still conversing. Their eyes met, but instead of closing the door, Geetha was still touching herself as she looked at the chest hair that Abbas possessed. It was incredible, especially on his fit body.

She had flashbacks of how thoroughly rough he was with his hands and how he used his tongue inside her. She couldn’t control herself and let out a small moan. Abbas had a small smile on his face. He knew this cheating wife was now his to enjoy, but he wanted her to do a little more.

So, he started to put his left hand on his dick to mark out the borders of it. This turned her on more as her fingers slowly moved towards her pussy area. As she did, Abbas cut the call. Now he looked straight into her eyes and started walking back, to the surprise of Geetha.

She thought he would go straight into her room, and she was ready for it. She called him out.

“Abbas?”

“Yes, aunty.”

“Can you come her please?”

“Oh, sure,” his tone was mocking.

“Why are you going away?”

“Hmm, I just finished talking, so I was going back to my room. You need something?” He winked.

“Huh, mm, no, but no, yeah, it’s like…”

Geetha could smell the masculinity oozing out of Abbas. She couldn’t control herself anymore. As she started gaining more and more confidence inside her, she no longer bothered about morality. She stepped inside her room and took her saree off. Now she was just in her tight blouse and petticoat.

“Now, come, Abbas.”

“Sure,” Abbas had a grin as he stepped inside and closed the door.

Meanwhile, Ramu and Suresh were conversing. “Hey, Suresh, come on, man, I can’t touch another woman. I love Geetha.”

“Sure, man, but it’s not like you are having an affair. It’s just a one-time thing.”

“Besides, we all know how women have fuckboys behind their husbands’ backs.”

“Hey, Geetha isn’t like that. She’s a homely mother who dedicates her life to her husband”. Ramu said proudly

Meanwhile, Abbas and Geetha were engaged in some really erotic kissing. Their tongues met each other and were absolutely wrestling for dominance. Abbas’s hands were now on Geetha’s boobs just as Ramu was describing his wife’s piety.

Geetha was now fully in the moment. Responding to Abbas’s kisses with her own. As they engaged in some hardcore lip lock, Abbas broke it.

“Wow, Geetha, where did you learn all this?”

“Why do you care?” She replied.

“Surely not from that useless Husband of yours,” he winked.

“Huh, you think you are a bigger man than him? Come show me”

“After you, hottie”

As he said, he lifted her and threw her on the bed. She responded kindly by removing her blouse and bra and invited him to suck her boobs. He looked at them and the mangalsutra and grinned at her. He knows he got another married beauty all for himself. He wasted no time and started devouring the two boobs.

“Ahh, yes, Abbas.”

“Uhhh, don’t stop, keep going!”

“Mmm, you’re liking this, Geetha?”

“Yes. Don’t stop”

“Now am I a bigger man?”

“Less ahhh talking and more sucking”

Just as she said that, Abbas chewed Geetha’s left nipple and started to press both boobs with more vigour. Geetha no longer had any words to say, and all she could do was moan like a bitch.

After a few minutes of boob sucking, Abbas removed Geetha’s petticoat, and she was now in her underwear.

“Wow, superb.”

“Really?” Geetha asked.

“If you were my wife, I would fuck you every day of the week.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But that moron Ramu is your husband, and he doesn’t satisfy you.”

Saying this, Ramu put his fingers inside her underwear and touched her pussy lips. She responds with a loud moan. Abbas puts his hand around Geetha’s mouth as he rigorously fingers her.

She responds with an orgasm within a minute and a half. As she does, he slowly takes his pants off with his circumcised cock next to her Milf body.

“Abbas, what is that?”

“Never seen a dick?”

“I did, but not this big,” she was panting after the orgasm.

“I’m guessing that baldie has a tiny peepee,” he laughed out.

“Don’t ahh talk to me about my husband like that.”

“Oh, so why were you surprised?”

“It’s just…”

“Suck it!”

“What? No.”

“Then I’m fucking you”
He immediately pulled her closer, brought his dick near her pussy and entered her.

“Abbas. Please.”

“Keep quiet, bitch. Keep quiet. I’ll show you what that retard Ramu can’t do.”

He started vigorously drilling Geetha in the missionary style.

On the other end, Ramu was praising his wife to his friend.

“My wife never even looks at another guy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, dude, she only speaks when I ask her to”

“Nice, Ramu.”

“Even the other day, this guy Abbas, she only spoke to him after I told her.”

“Is he any good?”

“Yeah, a handy guy. I think he can help her a lot, but as you know, she’s of a shy type.”

“Yes. Abbas fuck me like a whore,” Geetha was screaming as Abbas was now thrusting his circumcised dick more and more into her married pussy.

“Tell me, Geetha, who is a man now?”

“You, Abbas, are the man.”

“What about your husband?”

“Ramu is a pathetic buffoon”

“And?” Abbas put it even deeper.

“He has a small dick.”

“Fuck me fuck your bitch girlfriend. Forget about my bald bastard husband.”

Deepika and Omar, who were standing outside, were listening to this. They were laughing while Deepu recorded all of Geetha-Abbas’s sex.

To be continued.