The very thought of "sleeping" with someone indeed manifested that night in Prema's mind. It was the first time that my firm, thick shaft wedged its way between the cheeks of her ass, as my arm wrapped itself around her in a warm embrace. The bedsheet was stained with a puddle, right below the very spot from where we lay in warm solace, indulging in the interplay of passionate carnal lovemaking on the wooden strong bedframe.

Prema was always a very traditional woman of culture. Her being older to me seemed like an unforgivable taboo if "society" were to learn of what we committed that afternoon, in my creaking teakwood bed. She knew well in advance of my wife's prolonged absence on a family gathering, and my lonesome week that was to naturally follow. However, we had kept it all under wraps so that no one in our society ever had an inkling of what had transpired in her absence.

My hands went from one of her breasts to the other, fondling them with firm desire, feeling and kneading their flesh. My thumb wandered in a circle around her areola, feeling her nipples taut with excitement which had barely died down, barely minutes after I ejaculated twelve loads of semen massively into her fallopian tube. Prema pushed her hip back playfully, signaling her heat to me on the bed. I dug my cock deeper between her hips, until the circumcised head dug into the soaked walls of her pussy.

She let out a fresh, low moan as I did so, wanting to be explored again by a man in desperate need for sexual intercourse. Almost with heightened carnal instinct, my teeth gently sunk into her nape as I raised my left knee just high enough to position my engorged shaft into full penetration.