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"And how did it go at school today?" I enquired as I handed Sarla my briefcase at the door.

Sarla, my tall and slender wife, looked spectacular in green knee length kurta and tight white churidar over her round legs and the large leather wallet that hung around her waist through a long leather strap passing over her left shoulder. I was immediately captivated by her looks Her wavy black long hair were open and fell at her back well up to her broader hips.

"No problems! " looking around a bit she kissed me sweetly on the lips on my demand, giving me a taste of lipstick and relieved me of my load. " I shared my tiffin with Rekha."

In early thirties I was sensibly skinny, flexible, would eat everything and never went above 65 kg. Sarla had always been an ideal wife; besides responsibilities for our four years k**, she was history teacher in a nearby school. More than that she was a caring woman and a great lover. I too was also her most attentive lover, and was obviously charmed with her body. I loved her slim waist and firm breasts and never failing to compliment her possessions.

We didn't have problem for the k** as she had kept him in the same school. In the past six years, especially in nights I had never once regretted marrying her. We have had our quarrel of course, who hasn't, but have always held our combined well being to be more important than our individual happiness.

For most of our six-year's married life Sarla had treated sex with a reservation until last year when we began discussing our fantasies. We often discussed them rationally and seeing she was often becoming very aggressive in bed, I even lightly suggested her to find how sex would be with another man. She would just slap her long tender fingers on me, and say, " I'm not going to let any male think he's impressed me."

Pawan Malhotra and me worked in same company and in same section at Ranchi. Two years back I had transfer for Delhi head office, and six months back from here i.e. one an half years after me he too came here as a surprise. Although he mostly lived in self-made shells but we had been quite friendly. Our friendship, including our wives, took off once more.

He was now reaching forties; was witty but reserved and in many ways colleagues called him introvert. Strangely here at Delhi we become more and more friendly and many walls crumbled as we began to enter in each other's of mind. Still as before his thoughts usually revolved around beautiful ladies but lagged to come out. He knew I kept women happy and so he liked to talk me about females. That was turning in a special kind of friendship that always caused hard-on to both when we talked.

This was no secret to me from his body language that he was sincerely attracted towards Sarla right from the day he saw her closely at Ranchi ; may be because she was different to his wife, both in anatomy and in mind ; but never dared to speak to her or any one! Now here at Delhi I had seen him more caught up by her and he did seem unable to restrain his eyes from her even sometimes when I was looking. Sarla had become intensely aware of it however it didn't bother me because I was used to men everywhere eyeing her and I felt proud.

His wife Rekha also got teaching job in my wife's school as English teacher for Xth grade. Being my ally, and lived about 15 minutes from us, Sarla shared lot with her. Rekha was convent educated smart woman with one 7 and other 4-year k**. Her face was beautiful with large oval shaped deep black eyes, full lips and a playful smile, framing perfect white teeth. She had erotic appeal; just the mature elastic waist and generously rounded hips and exquisitely formed breasts, not huge but definitely big : Sum up to slightly fleshy fulfillment at the age around 35. She stayed shaped and kept her body well even after two k**s and wore nice saries most of them were usually pinkish!

When I met her again at Delhi after one and half years, from the first sight she looked a changed woman from I was used, when her experience of manly world was practically nonexistent. This gap of one and half years had mysteriously added eroticism to her but she mostly remained absorbed in her own. I couldn't rule out the possibility she had some nice experience of a better man in that duration. Mostly she remained absorbed in her.

A week after as they settled in company's flat in Delhi ; we had gone to their house. Rekha made a great dinner, and seeing her that close I had an idea of what I had been missing! She was now in truth mouth-watering. No bra could disguise the incredible combination of size and shape of her breasts had taken, and what a marvelous back she had! I was truly fascinated by her renewed charms and remained so excited for her, ignoring Pawan whose eyes always remained chasing my wife at the smallest opportunity, though not receiving responses from her!

That evening I was in heaven ; my mind was not with me! It had become impossible for me to keep my eyes off her at every slightest move of her. Of course she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response.

The more I looked at her, the more I was excited the way she talked with me, and the way she looked at me when Pawan wasn't looking. Whenever he caught us looking, he'd get a big sheepish smile on his face and then just turn away.

My own wife had noticed too. She wasn't offensive about it though knowing that I wouldn't dream of doing anything that would hurt my friend.

After Sarla and I returned home late at 11, I made love for almost 3 am. I woke her again nearly at five in morning and fucked to my last drop.

Almost from that day, it was as if I was in a state of constant erection. I got fun talking to my wife about her, and kept Sarla warm updating Pawan's snoopings.

During the week we had sex at least three times every night which was unusual.

Whenever we met them, Sarla knew my hard remained sustainable for quite a time and she had been often teasing me. From my discussions with Sarla I knew that Rekha thought I was nice and manly. Sarla had seen there were evidently some sexual stresses between her and Pawan.

"And how is my Rekha?" I asked when we got back to living and I comfortably settled in sofa.

"Her usual." Sarla replied as I softly pulled her to settle her in my lap. "I think her husband lets her sleeps too much in nights." She again teased me.

"And you were ...recommending me to her for light lunches. " I volunteered.

"Yeah! If you think so ..but not in so many words." Sarla teased and laughed. "I prefer friendly talks with my friends."

"And what did your friend said to that suggestion?"

"That never crossed her mind - - - etc."

"And that's where you left it?" I asked.

"I thought that was enough for one day." Sarla smiled.

I heaved a sigh. "Why do I get such feelings?"

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Our further get- to -gathers increased, at times Pawan would tease her for small matters. He seemed to take her for granted. Rekha was undoubtedly aware of my state. ; Quite often she would remain looking at me while others were not looking . Once in c***d's birthday party at colleague's house, when all sung 'happy birth day to you', I just stood behind her, my groin touching her hips and saw her ears reddening while I tried to inhale aroma from her hairs.

At times when we four played cards, I paired with her blaming Pawan and Rekha hinting to each other through eyes to cheat. That gave me opportunities to sit in front of her and continue my eyes voyage ; I would even plead her from eyes to slightly open her legs while others thought of their moves and few times she vaguely obliged me. Sarla sensed that intelligently and was always teasing me. Simultaneously she was increasingly becoming conscious of Pawan's eyes at her.

At nights when we began discussing this, I let her tease me but by Pawan's mention she was not so reactive. I purposely told her our usual talks in office and his allurements for lovely women.

Once we had gone to a little picnic in zoo with c***dren. It was crowded that day and Pawan was in good mood. We two men joked and cheered a lot about females all around there. His eyes had become very alive and Sarla was often looking at him. When we came home, on my mention of him, she said that he seemed an excited cock after every hen! However I was more fortunate that day as I made specially a sexy impression on Rekha because of my decisive lip movements for her.

During following days I was becoming more and more restless and was daydreaming. Pawan was my friend and I didn't want to cheat him in slightest way even though Rekha was evenly attracted to me and she had good taste of men in my opinion ; nor I could ever think of cheating Sarla.

When this had become unbearable for me, I finally decided that the only fair thing to do was to be straight up and honest with Pawan. He too was attracted towards Sarla ; may be he also come out of his mind! I hadn't decided on when and how to lay my cards on the table nor did I have any idea how to deal with the problem

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Thursday, I dropped by Pawan's chamber at about a quarter to noon. He had been confronted with a difficult situation that day and had resolved it successfully so he was in a great mood. I suggested we to go to a new street side bar for mini lunch. Pawan was agreeable and before long we both were facing chilled bear bottle with boiled eggs, plateful roasted chickens and plenty of green salad kept on small table in less crowded dimly lit closed cabin. It was my second try in a week.

My mind was whirling with the effort of trying to decide how to bring up the subject of my problem with his wife. We drank and talked for at least half an hour and at last we came smoothly to women.

"It's been a while since I had other than my spouse." I began attempting to get the chilly contents of glass in me.

He looked at me, "You are lucky man....surely you can have any you wish!"

I yelled, not loud," Oh no, not always lucky! But I think you must have at least one time experience! It will have different pleasures! What you are doing with new neighbor's sister you, told me ...this city of full of hot things."

"What ever you say, I am convinced I can't have any other than my wife... "

"Yeah! You have beautiful wife but too much a good thing becomes routine. " I commented, "Cheese for every day will dull the taste. It takes an occasional egg like this...." I declaimed.

"Yeah! Friend who dislikes eggs, if I can get any!" He heaved a sigh.

I spoke smiling," I told you...you have to be straight with ladies ... they are always around be flirted by daring men. "

He exclaimed," I'm not sure. It is tough for me? "

"Maybe for some thing soft, with some one you are compatible?" I said.

"What exactly you are suggesting? "I'll find out if it's some thing," he said.

I said, " I mean thinking of some soft fun."

Pawan picked up napkin and made a face, "You mean there is some woman "

I felt I had to be direct. "I have seen you looking at some woman with special interest .... " I saw a variety of emotions pass through his mind. His ears were reddening.

He hesitated briefly and said, " You mean whom, particularly?"

"Sarla!"

I simply said but I knew it was a critical point. He seemed to become uncomfortable. As I set the look in Pawan's eyes, there was admiration, hope for understanding and probably most important, and an appeal for complete honesty from me.

Finally, as my eyes continued to hold him, I said, "Pawan, I am not mad what you say. And yes, I have fantasized about Rekha. I guess I surprised you that I brought up the subject. That took real courage, friend. Now maybe you can come up with a little courage."

" Yeah!" He spontaneously shifted direction in conversation, "Rekha and I have been noticing that you've been a little uncomfortable around her lately."

This came out so naturally and panic didn't burst in my head and I didn't fear I was about to crash the wall.

"Well, I wanted to tell you not to worry about it," he continued calmly as if reading my mind, "She's a real beauty for any man so I can't blame you."

So many days of my tension and dilemma dramatically replayed in my mind and I let go a heavy sigh of relief, "Pawan, you don't know how afraid I was to say that."

"Not at all," he spoke patting the glass with his fingers, "and I have to admit that I've had similar feelings about Sarla, too...."

"Really?" I exclaimed although I knew that.

"She's so fresh! Her appeal is erotic. I guess the grass always being greener on the other side."

The air in room had become heavy. I was still in organization of my bafflement at the way whole world had just changed.

"Sarla and I often share our fantasies," I went on, "and to be honest a lot of mine have involved your wife. Does that bother you?"

In the back of my mind I was thinking, "What am I doing?"

Pawan said, "Ok, I guess we have both decided to talk about this, I am not going to pull any thumps. I have thought of Sarla. She is so beautiful and sexy I don't see how any man with a heart could not be attracted to her...."

I saw a look in his eyes, I had not seen before. He looked like he was almost out of control with desire. His eyes had turned heavy. "Well, I think she is so sexy. "

I said, " Can you be specific about it. Believe me, I won't mind. Do you fantasize any thing of her in particular?"

He had surprised look in his eyes and suddenly I felt passion engulfing our table.

He poured two successive contents of glass in him and said, " Yeah! You have beautiful wife. .... I think you not often see such slim and beautiful woman here...she has very fresh ... you are very, very lucky man," he stopped suddenly realizing he was excitedly telling his friend.

I had a noble smile on my face. I could tell there was all hot in his head.

He said feeling kind of flushed, " Let me say my complements to yours wife. " He seemed to shudder then smiled.

The rest was easy.

I commented, "You should be telling her that. You're not making points telling me."

He said, "You're teasing me to cheat my wife."

I said, "We have much good sex still to experience as we had behind us with that lovely wives of ours - and who mentioned cheating? I'm against cheating as much as you are but hasn't it occurred to you that Rekha might be also suffering?"

I quietly continued. "And it's not about cheating any one. I promised her I'd never dictate sex life but she'd never cheat me."

Pawan didn't answer until he had taken three continuous large sips. "I have always thought of her." He admitted, " - but I could never muster courage to speak that to her or to my wife. She'd probably shoot me if I did...."

I could make out he didn't have any idea of his wife's mind and the adult changes that had taken place in her.

"True." I agreed. "I wasn't suggesting anything other than that you might share you're mind- and fantasies with your wife. It is you who has to come out from lock ups if you feel you have any."

I said again thinking and tapping my glass, " There is one thing more, you must not give a lady the feeling you are like a hot cock running to fertile every hen you see around......you have to be discrete to woman who is always in your mind . Ladies love us as much we love them! "

Pawan saluted me with his beer. "That's what matters. Thanks for the confidence anyway. Maybe I should do that. We always manage to have a reasonable discussion - but sex is such a touchy subject."

" It's slow process, anyway. " I said.

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I didn't talk Pawan that way again for several days but Sarla's lunch with Rekha became a regular thing. Sarla reported that Rekha was recovering from her depressed mood. She'd confided in Sarla that she and Pawan have been having discourses on sex, which had developed to the stage of exchanging fantasies, and they're back to once a week.

"Well, that should put them back on track for a couple of years." I said , "Sharing fantasies is good. Remember how you could fire me up by telling me how you planned to seduce your physics colleague and how his habit of sucking his lower lip put such a tingle in you? You never went to bedding him.... did you?"

"You'll never know." Sarla laughed. "But I think Rekha and Pawan are not enough to be satisfied with fantasy for long. She looked at me full in the face this time with a cute smile.

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About six o'clock on a pleasing February Sunday evening, the four of us with our k**s playing around us, were walking down the park, laughing and chatting. I had been watching Rekha the whole evening though trying not to be too obvious with my staring. Many times I was keeping me behind her not to miss the fabulous view of her flat back and her spotless light blue sari full of her generous hips slowly swaying behind it.

The air was gentle and sexy. As we moved to the sidewalk, a ball kicked by few c***dren playing at distance came near to us and Rekha bent over to pick that ; because of her sari trapped in high heels, she tripped over the curb and I came right at her back instinctively and caught her as she staggered. I swear it wasn't intentional but my both hands caught her right under her large breasts. She turned around in my arms looked up at me and weakly smiled, and was caught in dilemma to quickly disengage. In that movement her lips came quite near to mine and I couldn't resist the impulse to kiss them.

It occurred spontaneously, and I didn't see at others. A moment after I was in deep logout when I felt the firmness of Sarla's grip on my arm. "Come on ; it is now time for good byes." Both women looked flustered as she bade them an abrupt bye and hustled k** and me to the gate.

"What have you done this?" She snarled when she had me inside the car, " You're lucky, Pawan didn't break you on nose. You owe him a big apology." She was truly mad at me.

In the morning she still wasn't talking to me.

In office I saw Pawan so I worked over toward him. "Sarla tells me I owe you an apology. I did most foolish thing of my life."

He laughed. "I thought you'd come up with a great idea and I was about to grab Sarla. I was as surprised as you were at her reaction." He surprised me more than any thing because I still considered him living in uncertainties.

"Well, I'm relieved that you're not mad at me. I hope Rekha wasn't upset by my bad behavior."

"Upset? She gave me last night some of the best of my life, I owe you, yeah!" We both giggled.

At home in evening Sarla greeted me when I entered the house, " Well, I'm glad to see that Pawan is still talking to you."

"Actually," I replied. "He thanked me for building a fire under Rekha that took him half a night to cool her. He also said he was about to make a move on you!"

She suddenly went red. "I'll bet it is of no use." She snorted and moved back to the kitchen. I went into TV.

She remained unusually quiet after that.

At night when I was playfully rubbing my pelvis against her, she asked, " Did Pawan really said he was about to make a move on me?"

"Not in so many words." I answered cautiously, " Pawan thinks he has tough time since he saw you.. .... He said he was about to do some thing."

I teased more, "He is always waiting when you will look in his eyes . Nothing much...may be some thing again...."

"Hmm." Sarla leered.

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On Saturday we had gone with Pawan and Rekha for dinner. He had returned this morning form two week's training at Bombay and was seeing elevation shortly, so we thought it was the time to give him a treat

We sat opposite to our spouse. Rekha typically remained bashful and spoke less before me after that incident but she looked extra fresh that night. She wore electric red georgette sari with shaded border and black blouse sleeved to her elbow, while Sarla's sari was peach colored with short-sleeved blouse. They had handful matching bangles in arms. We chatted every thing but as Pawan was speaking to me, he was looking at Sarla. I twice caught Sarla staring at Pawan and she blushed realizing I was looking at her in a romantic way. She beamed like a virgin schoolgirl captivated by his looks but his gazes were gradually overcasting her face. Her foot accidentally brushed across mine, and she quickly jerked it back.

It seemed Pawan wanted hanging around us a more; he proposed a night movie? I smiled and meaningfully suggested why not we drop? Rekha had to prepare c***dren in morning for their school day so was reluctant. Sarla remained quiet!

That ended nowhere.

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As we were leaving and getting up, I looked at Sarla and asked that she seemed thinking some thing. She mumbled 'nothing' and avoided her eyes.

We walked towards car parking and it was enough dark. I felt Sarla was lagging her pace. We looked back at her and Pawan slowed a bit and that made me attentive to them.

As Rekha and I moved ahead to put our k**s in car, I heard Pawan whispering near her, "You are very attractive." Sarla didn't say anything but she looked lovely with a blush on her face. Then in a flash from corner of eye, I could see he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips and quickly joined us. Sarla stood dumb for few seconds and quietly followed him. She stood besides me waiting her turn to enter the car. I felt a musky sexy odor coming from her but not looking anywhere quickly slipped in the car.

Ladies and k**s were at back while I was on driving besides Pawan.

Sarla was subtle but as the car came out of parking, she proposed night movie in husky voice. My dick stirred again.

I saw amused Pawan half turned towards her and say, "Thank you!"

He looked at me and I smiled peeking at Rekha. She however didn't show any reaction to that. I was going to owe her for this one.

We went to Pawan's house and settling k**s with his parents, went to a nearby theater not caring very much, which was the film. It was not a new movie but the hall was good and had nice soft chairs.

We moved in hall, climbing up stairs went inside nearly empty balcony, walked to back row and sat with our spouses' in-between and adjacent to us. Pawan could not hide constantly eyeing across her wife at Sarla. Some time after Sarla managed some smile and turned towards Rekha and began almost whispering vaguely, that seemed more or less her futile attempt to keep her somewhere.

For two more minutes we both men continued to look nowhere and then I asked my wife elbowing her ribs, " What were you talking about?"

Sarla didn't spoke but on my second ask Rekha huskily said looking at me, "About you two!" Reddened Sarla faintly smiled with her in agreement. In five years of our marriage Sarla had never acted like this and this was peculiar of her. I spite of we talking all our fantasies, it was the first time she was touched by a man other than me.

Rekha held her hand and looked over at her husband. He smiled particularly looking at me.

My wife's thigh was gently rubbing across mine making me to swell.

"You two really like us?" I whispered in her ear. She eyed me under veiled eyelids and slowly pushed her lower body closer into mine. Her breasts almost touched against side of my chest.

The lights went off and hall was lit by screen light. Some time later I turned towards Sarla and put my hand over her thighs, and began slowly kissing her. Then gradually I slipped other hand at her breasts beneath her sari and ran my fingers over there. She closed her eyes, her head still on my shoulder. This was not oblivious to both others. My cock was stiffening.

This went on for about half and hour, slight harder pressure on her breasts caused her to close her eyes and deeply moan inside her. Noticing Pawan and Rekha were frequently looking at us, I raised her face with my hands and kissed her on lips and then softly turned her floating eyes at Pawan across Rekha. Touching my lips to her ear, I whispered, " Do you really like him the way you were looking at him darling? "

I pointed at Pawan and she looked at him. I felt a shudder in her body and she closed her eyes and laid her head back down. Pawan and his wife curiously turned towards us, although I didn't think they heard that. Sarla looked at me through closed eyes, instead saying she again went to my shoulder

I kissed her on her lips and my hands over her breasts gave her occasional trembles and she moved her head more and more inside me. Ten more minutes would have passed, I again softly mumbled fondling my finger in her hairs, " You are so quiet ....kiss me darling if you have any thing in mind ......" I moved my hand from her breasts and held her hand.

She was trembling inside her, as she remained laying on my shoulder although once she attempted to raise her head perhaps to speak something. I brought my ear to her lips encouraging her to say that, she whispered in lowest audibility, " Why did you kiss her that day like that! He has kissed me!" I looked in her eyes and pinched in her arm, which made her to jerk and bleat. Rekha along with Pawan turned eyes towards us. I saw him murmuring some thing in his wife's ear.

He was smiling at us.

I said, "I really thought you saying to change places for some time?"

Looking in my eyes, he pointed at his wife, "why don't you ask her, but I don't think she will mind." He smiled again towards his wife and nodded encouragingly. She however didn't look anywhere!

Not understanding his words beyond that, I extended my arm across my wife and got hold Rekha's arm and pulled her. She jiggled and not with tough resistance drew towards me while Sarla pressing her lower lip in teeth enfolded her in chair and leaned back, pushing her seat back to make passage for other lady. I pulled her to seat besides me on the other side of me, and Pawan swiftly pulled Sarla to the chair, emptied by Rekha...

Aroma of a new woman filled the air around me, and my heart for some time bumped differently as I sat with her with out a word. Four of us remained like that for quite a time not really looking anywhere.

I slowly put my arm at the back of her seat and gradually brought it around her neck. Rekha lightly trembled as I took her hand and moved me more towards her. I kissed her hand and holding it quietly slipped our hands on her thigh. She again jiggled as I kissed her hair and my lips went to her golden earrings, my breath gradually floating over her cheek and then slipped over her thick lips.

I kissed them once very lightly and then ceaselessly in brief pauses. It would have been around ten or more minutes when I moved my tongue over and over her lips and made them wet with my salvia and then slowly drew my tongue inside her lips. She raised her eyes. Our tongues met and tasted each other, and then I pulled her down for a lingering kiss. She too kissed me ; initially with indecision and then melting her tongue inside my mouth.

It went long before I broke our kiss and turned slightly, expecting a jealous look from my wife. What I saw convinced me that I wasn't in trouble. They were playing, paying absolutely no attention to us.

However my stare made them conscious and they broke the kiss. Sarla turned eyes at me. She pushed his hand away there from her breasts and blurrily looked at me with out any smile. That also made Rekha conscious of them.

I didn't let her look there longer and softly pulled my lady to me again, sliding my hand behind her shoulders turned her face to me and again kissed her in series like a train. I had been seeing her breasts every night in dreams, and now for the first time I was so near to them. I softly floated my hand over her sari in that area and then attempted to confine one in my hand and also squeezed it lightly, as I received a kiss from her. This made her to jerk and bend forward and moan.

I was conscious as Pawan briefly threw us a nosy look over Sarla's shoulder, and leaned over her saying some thing in her ear which caused her a look at us for few seconds.

My nose was roving in Rekha's hairs and she still had strange sneaks moving up and down her body.

"Why you are so attractive? " I whispered. I was staring down at her large breasts confined in black blouse still under the thin fiber of her sari.

Rekha blushed and looked at the objects I was staring at.

"Can I see your breasts? - I've been always thinking." I murmured again.

She didn't speak and laid her again over my shoulder.

I could barely breath as I knelt and gently kissed her dense hair. I could feel her shaking, as my hands moved up over her breasts and I removed her sari from them and put it over her lap. The sweet confined charms in blouse that had kept me so wet floated before me; a ripple passed though my weapon . They were larger than my wife's. I slowly touched them and she closed her eyes. The bra however became too hard and protective for me to feel sensibly below it.

I was conscious for my right. Sarla's head was over Pawan's shoulder and in between she was looking at me. Her face was flushed red, from the light reflecting from screen. For some moments our eyes met and she smiled.

Pawan seemed to have not removed his hand for a second from her breasts beneath her sari. She was letting him play not only for him.

It was only I who knew that Sarla's breasts though were small but were very firm and sensitive to the touch. She usually wore soft and almost transparent bras. I suspected that he was playing somewhere around her nipples.

He whispered some thing in her ear. Some moments following that, she sat and leaned ahead to let him untie her hairs from long and thick tail, which always went to her hips. He did it kissing her back from neck to blouse. It might have taken him some solid minutes before he made her long hair to fall all over her shoulders like a cascade of thick black silk, and then he slowly moved them to her front to cover his hand that were over her breasts. Seeing my eyes there, Rekha curiously looked at them, before I again drew her to my shoulder.

Her thighs under red georgette sari looked more mature in that silver light. I floatingly slipped my fingers beneath the sari's front folds of and slowly moving there felt some thing like the edge of the panty. She placed her hand over mine and pushed it but after a brief stay at her thighs my fingers again traveled the same path north.

It was then as a deafening song had ended, we heard frenzied gulping sounds from our right. Rekha stopped my hand when she saw they were kissing like mad and her husband's lips almost entering woman's mouth in fanatic contiguous of hairs spread all around her face.

I whispered in my lady's ear, "I think ...He is going to eat her." She turned to me and I gave her a brief kiss but her eyes were at them. Suddenly I got a flash of jealousy in her.

We could see that while continuing to kiss Sarla like that, Pawan brought his palm over Sarla's hand and took that on his bulge and vigorously pressed. This was much for Rekha and she was uneasy by the sight. I coughed and looked at them "Oh! Look some time at screen ...movie is not that bad!" He looked at me and shyly disengaged his lips from the woman.

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Soft whisperings and muted exclamations went on until interval came abruptly with loud lights. We were not prepared and were caught unaware. Some venders came inside the hall and one of them with puzzled look saw ladies quickly switching places. He walked towards our side.

All of us looked a little embarrassed. Sarla's hairs were open, flowing all over her shoulder and her mouth and lips were red. Rekha was avoiding looking at her husband or me in the eye. I suggested that we have some thing and as the boy came near us, I ordered him four coffees. I sweepingly touched her firm breast when the boy with a peculiar look in his eyes turned and walked. Her blouse at front seemed quite used.

For some time in lighted hall we listened deafening music being played from projection room.

Looking around, I whispered in my wife's ear "Make sure no one known sits here." She thoroughly looked around in the hall almost counting the persons; there was no one we knew. She said, " It is enough, we should see the movie now." Both Rekha and Pawan looked at her and shyly smiled and we all began vaguely looking at empty screen.

The boy brought coffee in large mugs. The four of us chugged down with it. Sarla seemed liking the coffee but Pawan and Rekha were quieter, had their mind elsewhere and were avoiding eyes from each other. I was very temptingly eyeing great bulges of her black blouse under flimsy cover of her red sari. Again the lights went off and every thing was again melodiously lit by the silver screen.

After the boy with torchlight had taken back the cups and returned change, I holding her arm whispered to my wife to switch places but she jerked my hand and kept looking at screen. My cock was swelling every minute for the new woman to whom I was desperately looking in spells but she too won't look at me.

We continued vaguely at the screen for quite a time and then sensing it had ended, I opened my fly and held Sarla's hand over my stretched and sticky underwear. When she glanced me from sides of her eyes, I pulled her close to me and put mine lips on her's. She hesitated and then slowly brought her other hand to my chest and kissed me passionately.

I bent and kissed for a long while, and then I took my hand to her left breast. Her two upper hooks of blouse were open, and her left nipple had slightly protruded through her bra into blouse. She closed her eyes and her hands were still grasping the edge of my hard.

I sensed Pawan and Rekha had curious eyes at us. He said something to Rekha but she didn't reply. I was getting a different pleasure from Sarla's breasts and as I took her protruding nipple beneath minutely stretched blouse clothe by it in my fingers and seriously made it a plaything, she moaned freely in my mouth bending ahead and putting her hand over mine on playing her breast. Although my hand over there was well under cover of her hairs but I had little care of that.

I would have never left her had Pawan leaning across her wife not pulled Sarla's hand from my lap and dragged her towards him. This sudden foray disengaged our lips unbalancing her, and she was shoved towards Rekha. He had not left her hand and continued to pull her as she gigglingly moved from her seat towards him staggering through his wife. This time he led her to the seat on the other side of him like I had done with Rekha earlier. Rekha at her own quietly slipped to the empty seat besides me.

This unexpected prize took me aback. Rekha's natural odor crammed my entire body and my staff was suddenly & vigorously encouraged. It was like a frenzy that crept in me after getting for some thing when I had given every hope! She was exactly as I had left her before interval. I was already hot and abruptly put my lips over her hairs and slipped to her lips to burst my rage over them.

He however waited as Sarla took time to arrange her, and with assumed signal, Pawan kissed her over her head and his fingers vigorously returned to her breasts, although this time she was on the other side of him. He was overwrought; she almost once cried and jumped from her seat probably by some restless squeeze of her breasts. That invited Rekha's eyes for quiet a time.

Sarla had to take that of her own. I turned my lips at Rekha and kept on wandering around her cheeks, and occasionally striking them over her lips, and then little by little painting them wet with my salvia by my tongue as I had done earlier. Gradually, her mouth opened and I felt her tongue against my lips. I accepted it eagerly, until our tongues swirled in each other's mouth. We remained locked oblivious to surrounding and my hand again began slowly wandering over her thighs.

She seemed now willing. As the minutes rolled on, we were only kissing and kissing. Probably we had conscious mind that we didn't have much time.

I whispered, " Rekha! There is not much time left now....please do not stop me for little .. .....I will arrange every thing later.."

She raised her head from my shoulder and looked at me not understanding much. I softly pulled her back where she was .

I alluring looked over the folds of her sari that covered her thighs joins. I had discovered that the folds were too many in a row to let me feel any thing sensibly below them. I knew petticoats have a cut below the tie knot. With a kind of cautious steadiness I very slowly pulled her sari only from the side of her waist out of her petticoat just above the knot of tie cord, and then traced the cut in side of her petticoat. From my shoulders she was keeping a trace of my hands, although she garbled but didn't stopped me. My hand remained there till she was comfortable with encroachment.

Gradually I moved my fingers and let my hand slide down through the slit avoiding touching her bare, felt her panty. Adjusting my position, I could slide my hand for quite a time over it around her elastic waistband.

Then my fingers moved over the panty, gently to the edge and siding under it ; it was then her tinny erect private hair brushed my hand. Here, I let my roving hand wander from side to side, gradually crept the upper fringe of hairs and then I treaded way until I reached the top of the precious deep line of her love pot. The pungent odor of leaking female genital began to spread in air-conditioned hall. I passed my middle finger in the grove, just tipping the slippery grown and used clitoris.

Rekha said nothing; my other hand, which was over her bosom felt the breast rise in disorder. My hand inside her panty bore slightly increased strain as she leaned her head ahead.

"Seeesieee. ...nooohhh please...seeeeesee..sssseeee..!" Rekha removing her lips from mine moaned unrepressed when my fingers were tipping there.

Pawan and Sarla broke out of their spell and turned. He whispered some thing in my wife's ear kissing her earlobes. She tried to look in me but I pretended unaware!

Rekha put her hand firmly over my arm and pulled it out from her cloths. Coated by her fluids I drew my hand and rested with her's on my thighs. Later with a sense of time, I pulled her hand over my hard and thick eight-inch staff confined in that hurting underwear. She hesitated and closed her eyes and then slowly felt steel by her fingertips through the taunt cloth slithered out of pre-cum. Her fingers played over cloth.

I lightly kissed her few times and spoke dream like, " You have specially soft hands! " I hold her hand and brought it to my mouth and began kissing it in frenzy.

With other hand I slowly uncovered my cock from the edge of my underwear and huge hard and wet dick popped out.

She was so absorbed that she didn't notice. I then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop my advances I grasped her soft hand and guided it to my manhood. She pulled her hand and stared at me in surprise as made contact with sticky member. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. In that silver light I could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by this very big part of me.

Her face was red and her eyes gradually opened as she continued to feel there by her fist up and down. Her fingers traced up and down the sides.

Suddenly I felt Pawan was now standing bowing him down in dark and holding hand of my wife was moving towards far end seats in the row. Sensing this Rekha abruptly removed her hand from my lap and joined me towards them. He settled in the corner seat and pulled Sarla on his lap positioning her hips on his lap.

Few moments later he desperately removed her sari from her bosoms and began unhooking blouse. There were preciously eight hooks he opened and unlocked her breasts. They were at least six seats away from us but Sarla quickly covered his hand that was over her breasts by her sari as he made her to lean leaned back along with him pushing back of seat as much as he could do. They were now almost half laid on the seat but it was not so clear from here.

Rekha was intermittently looking at her right, when I again pulled her towards me and placed her hand on my staff. She took few seconds to readjust her before she tried to touch it, but it was wet. She held a corner of her sari and wiped it delicately and moved fingers over it, then faintly spoke," It is very big! "

"Oh! Touch it and see how much bigger you could make it," I encouraged her.

"We shouldn't be doing this. Please close it," she replied as she continued to stare at organ now also smelling furiously. There was no conviction in her voice.

"You have made it so hard from so many days, now please at least play with it for some time. " I flattered.

"We really should not do it ..." she panted. Her eyes were still glued to prick.

I reached my hand down besides her and stroked it making the head swell. The member was now leaking a streak of spiteful fluid.

" Can it be bigger than this?. " She asked surprised.

"Sure," I moaned as her hands moving up and down.

".... What about them,?" she motioned to her right.

"They are busy... if you keep quiet," I told her, trying to be convincing.

"Just hold it and see how big it gets by your touches..." I continued to persuade her.

"We really shouldn't...." she hesitated as if in a dream. Her willpower was weakening as she gazed at the impressive hard.

For a long time she continued to stare at the flaying dick trying to convince her that she wanted to do.

I saw her resolve as she leaned against cushioned arm of seat and I slipped her hand to my painfully swollen sack. She with the instinct of tenderness felt and touched it, lightly caressing which resulted a strong jerk from the cock. She then tentatively slid her hand slowly up the shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand holding the staff looked quite adult and used. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head and then began to slowly stroke it. I rolled my shirt up so as to leave as much as possible my belly naked.

"How big does it get? Why your balls are so big... don't they pain? I am afraid to touch them!" she whispered looking there.

"No..they don't pain by touching.....Just keep doing that ..please..," I replied whistle like.

I didn't think that it could get any more harder but as she started to manipulate, it did grow. This time she didn't resist when making my way I again slipped my hand in the slit of her petticoat and moved my fingers over and inside her panty. I could touch her hairy snatch and pussy. It was all wet there and a little move of my finger made her to severely moan.

They were away from us and surely her sighs didn't reach them.

She kissed me again as I started to move my forefinger very softly around her vagina lips.

She put her head on my shoulders with a look of fascination on her face. She continued to softly grip my fat. I started to run other hand through her hair over and over gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face near the enormous head shining in that light of movie.. She shook being touched.

I was excited about the prospect of her luscious lips around my staff.

Rekha's lips were only an inch away and I was excited about their being around my staff. She again wiped it with her sari corner and I almost stopped breathing!

I softly put my hand at the back of her head and gently pressed her. Her lips hung on there and then she kissed the head once. I squirmed and sighed.

Her lips roamed over the head and then she again kissed near the top staying away from pre-cum that had again leaked. It was done, and I felt her tongue to and fro touching few times the slippery warm flesh of its head! My eyes were closing by their own weight.

Finally levering her over the chair's arm, she opened her mouth wide and bent down more and more so the erect shaft went in but she never closed her lips. I tightly shut my eyes, and threw my head back and my hips unhappily jerked upwards. Then desperately, I again ran my hands through her hair, guiding her head up and down ; her breaths falling down over it.

Her wide-open mouth was moving around about half the length of my fat shaft and I could see a new ecstasy on her face. I again helplessly backed on seat and shut my eyes; my hand still toyed with her hair.

I thanked God I didn't come so far. She had worked on my dick that way for another few minutes before she came up for air.

I couldn't hold that longer, and my hand again clenched her long hair and began to press her again. Not looking at me she moved her down to where the flared cranium was just inside of her open mouth, and this time she swirled her tongue over it. I lost control with a "uufff!" Then all of sudden extending my hand to her lips I removed her mouth from my dick.

She was taken amazed at my sudden intervention. She looked at me and put her hand on the arm of the chair and slowly slipped her head over my shoulder. Little late as I was desperately trying to resolve me, she raised her a little and looked at me. Her lips came just a few inches from mine and instinctively I suddenly found myself kissing them. We remained there unmoved for quite a time.

Few minutes later as I settled the storm in me, she spoke, " Sarla told me. Do you do this daily?"

"Some times not."

"And she likes it?"

"You ask her." I kissed her on check.

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The movie was ending and we were careful for abrupt lights. I disengaged from Rekha, but Sarla was still on his lap and was rapidly making her blouse hooks. I coughed few times, as we two took time to arrange ourselves. The lights were beginning to glow, handful viewers in balcony were beginning to stand and moving.

Rekha stood first and I smilingly extended my arm for her help. She took my hand, drew a sweeping glance at her left and pulled me up. As I got up and leveled, I once pressed me against her and kissed her deeply full over her lips just before lights grew to full. I didn't look at my right.

Sarla came ahead of Pawan. She was shy and tried not to look at me. Her hairs were open, disorderly sweeping all over her shoulders and her face was extremely red. Although, ladies had rapidly repaired themselves, but were far from decent for any public views.

Rekha followed her husband but I stayed as Sarla took some more time to arrange her hairs. So we lagged behind and came out of hall and walked to car, hand in hand. I could feel a different odor from her.

Walking with difficulty for my tightening underwear, I still couldn't off my eyes from slow sways of Rekha's beautiful hips below her elastic waist. An occasional tightening of Sarla's delicate fingers assured me that all was well with her.

Silently, we moved to parking. I unlocked the door and turned to Pawan and I then asked what he wanted to do now. Pawan said he wanted to do what I obviously wanted; there was still that night.

As I opened the back door, Sarla first went in and then I took hold of Rekha by her arm high up near her armpit, and helped her to get inside. Settling ladies at back seats I came to driving seat, Pawan sat besides me. I said in a soft voice, "If is it for me, you are coming home with us for a coffee, we have to calm down before we take our k** from your home." I looked back at ladies, and no one answered, so my suggestion was accepted. The butterflies in my stomach again began to jump

I sensed the altered air as I switched on the engine, and moved the car home.

Our thoughts were almost audible. We were breathing only, where darkness was the rescue. I could sense Rekha had laid her head over windscreen on her side and her eyes were close while Sarla's hands were below her sari, she seemed still arranging her interiors holding her sari's edge between her teeth. Pawan turning half was constantly staring her and when his eyes caught her's, she couldn't move her eyes away. It was his lucky day!

The minute car came on road Pawan turned on his side facing Sarla, and from rear mirror though in less light I glimpsed him drew his hand back and held her hands, and then few minutes later was slowly stroking them; Rekha from her head over wind screen saw that but he seemed no longer cared for any thing!

Though I pretended not noticing them, it surprised me to see that she wasn't protesting in the least. Usually she didn't even allow me to touch her hair before others. He kept on rubbing and stroking her. I felt a twinge of c***dish jealousy for this new lover of my wife and mentally evaluated him for her. My palm was sweating over steering rim.

We reached home and I parked the car in basement of complex. It was enough dark and remote at that late. We had hardly got from car; Pawan quickly held Sarla's hand and towed her behind a car parked there. Trying to hide behind a concrete pillar, he embraced her fully and soon they were kissing. I looked at Rekha; she didn't smile and biting her lip disapprovingly mumbled inside her. I had to call Pawan to end and we moved to stairs. Her lover first followed Sarla. I was the last just behind Rekha.

Reaching at second floor in front of our door, Sarla unlocked it while Pawan stood all the time just behind her. Stepping inside she switched the light on. Pawan too went along with her and held her hand, she tried to withdraw it from him but he was not leaving. Rekha was very quiet and that musky heaviness in her breath told me it might be a while before she would be normal. She however didn't object when I placed right arm around her waist and gently escorted her in. As we were inside, Pawan was trying to hold Sarla in his arms. He turned to her more, and I for a moment swiftly held his bothered wife below her breasts and kissed soft on her lips.

Sarla managed twisting her out from his embrace. Rekha quietly followed Pawan to larger sofa. Sarla and I walked to settee in front of them, holding her hand in mine. I felt Sarla was breathing a lot and was quite messed up. As we two sat over the settee, I kept her hand in mine and for a moment took her in arms and kissed her lips.

Through her shoulders I was constantly eyeing Rekha, who was bizarrely looking at us. As I left Sarla, she still breathed deep and spoke quietly, "Are we not playing with fire."

I held her hand and kissed it whispering very privately to her, "No darling, I think everything is great between us.... in all honesty " I smiled longer than usual.

She saw me in eyes and then quietly announced, "Now let me get you all some coffee. "

I looked at other man who was now holding his wife's hand. He said, " I think some beer will do good to me..... I need to collect my brain." Then he smilingly asked in his wife's eyes, " Do I have permission?"

She weakly smiled, and he nodded thanks.

"Me too!" I said.

"Ok two coffee for us and you get beer from fridge," Sarla said to me getting up and sweepingly glancing at Pawan and Rekha over her front.

She quietly walked to kitchen and few moments after ever the polite guest, Rekha got up and followed Sarla to help her. I too stood and went behind them.

Sarla stood before sink and looked for utensils while reaching quietly behind them I gently took Rekha from back and began kissing her. Sensing that, Sarla turned. Even before Rekha could protest, my amazed wife pushed me away from the lady and said, "Oh! You are becoming mad...please leave her and take beer.... and go." She pointed to living.

I desperately walked to fridge and found a chilled beer, took two glassed from cabinet, and walked dreadfully to living. Pawan had switched on the TV. I came besides Pawan with that load in my hands.

I sat keeping the stuff at the small table before us, then made two glasses and handed one to him.

TV was a relief but the house still seemed unnaturally quiet and larger than usual. "You got yourself into Sarla's mouth. It seems you have not touched woman from years?" I blamed him as I made glasses with beer and gave one to him. He smiled as chicken.

"Yeah!" He made a face, " You are right friend...I had been away from these things for two solid weeks and I didn't knew this will come here!"

His face had gone in pieces and I could value his impenitence when he so unexpectedly got the woman he was dreaming since years.

I said, " That's a real pity!"

"No backing out now." He laughed nervously. He took a large swallow of beer and stared out across the kitchen. I looked for some time at the beautiful bunch of females at TV screen. Then holding my breath I said, "What's going through your mind, Pawan? Why did you ask that?"

I noticed him glance at my hard-on. "Well, I guess since we got it started .. Shouldn't stop so badly.... " He shifted his bottom in cushion and reaching between his legs pulled his cock to a more comfortable position. He asked, "I have lost my mind. By all means! What do you now suggest?"

"Maybe we do everything ladies say?" I said.

And incidentally ladies came out with coffee mugs in their hands. Sarla's open hairs were flowing over her back, while Rekha looked bathed in sex waters! She sweepingly looked at me with heavy eyes. I wanted to fuck both of them right there.

As they reached settee, I abruptly stood and asked both to please stand there that I would be back in a moment. Amazed ladies, holding those mugs in hands stood near to each other and looked me as I swiftly walked towards our bedroom. Pawan became attentive, suddenly to this. I grabbed camera from bedroom cub and swiftly walked back to living and stood before tempting beauties. Seeing at them, I asked for a smile and then clicked flash after flash. I was going to show them later ; this was how, you looked dear that night!

"Thanks! Dears!" I said smilingly.

I again mumbled, " How many times in my life I have seen women like them?" They went red as I looked desperately at them and flew a kiss. My cock was a rock now and I was sweating. As if Rekha heard that, she looked at me and then lowered her eyes.

They went on settee. Then I saw Sarla cutely smiling at me, saying, "It is Good, Rekha really beginning to like some of your actions."

I said smiling," I had never thought she would be like this."

She looked quietly at Pawan, and noticing that he flew a kiss at her. She abruptly lowered her eyes.

I sat besides Pawan ; we were close enough to carry on our conservation. The little beer worked good enough to loosen our inhibitions. I grabbed a little more from bottle and saw both women's whispering talks with coffee mugs in hands. Many times when I eyed Rekha, our eyes met briefly. Pawan still seemed away from his brains, his obvious erection was tremendously straining the material of his pants. He took glass; his other one was more of less cupping and squeezing his cock through his pants. I quietly yelled, " You have made her lips swell!" Twisting his lips he sucked beer.

Ladies conversation went on in soft murmuring yells. My eyes had almost set at Rekha and that was making her conscious.

I said loudly for Sarla, " Ok darling! What is the idea for night!" Rekha suddenly looked at me.

She turned at me not much understanding. I sweepingly looked at Rekha and she cutely smiled.

I eyed Pawan at my left and sweeping my eyes at Sarla proposed him, " It is quite late now. I think if they choose to invite them for night stay here in spare bedroom.... " Sarla looked at Rekha and then at Pawan. Rekha tried to say something to Pawan but later changed her mind. He had only to node.

Pawan's face was reddening at prospects ahead now, although I had doubt we had any! He clutched my hand and with other poured some more stuff in our glasses.

Beer was doing nice and he was constantly eyeing Sarla but now she was avoiding eyes from him. Rekha was quiet as before and not looking anywhere in particular.

We had few more nice beers before Pawan holding glass in his hand stood and walked towards ladies. Before Sarla could understand any thing, he held her hand, saving her to spill coffee. She resisted the pull sticking to settee and pushing him back, said, " Oh no please! Go and sit there.... Now this ends the day.....and its time to sleep."

Firmness of her tone set desperation in him as well in me. He walked back to me and we set holding remains in hands and counting time. My eyes however met few times with Rekha and I got her replies too.

Ladies had ended with coffee. I looked at them as Rekha and then Sarla put spent mugs on the stool. Pawan looking at ladies attempted to say some thing to Sarla but words won't come out of him. She got up from settee.

"Ok, let me prepare bed for you two," she proclaimed looking at other lady and walked towards our spare bedroom. Rekha quietly stood taking mugs walked to kitchen. I got a sweeping look from her as she past me.

I spoke to Pawan," I don't think we are heading any where...better take a dream sleep, or have acid in tummy tomorrow!"

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Pawn became desperate by loosing an opportunity, which might not recur again. He looking towards where Sarla had gone tightened his grip over my hand and said in breaths, " You are very lucky man...She is very hot tonight...I know you had her in evening and you will have her again very hard, listen friend... I am longing to play a little more before we end like this?"

He didn't wait for me and leaving his hold over my hand, stood and walked towards she had gone.

I was left alone in that room and Rekha still was in kitchen. I had millions of butterflies coming to my tummy. I too stood and dreamily walked in the kitchen!

Rekha had just rinsed the mugs from tap and was placing them in cub when I quietly reached behind her and lovingly folded my arms around her waist, and then softly kissed her hair over back of her neck. This could have been upsetting but my tranquility harmonized with her's and she didn't move. I began kissing her hair and turning her face softly with my fingers, slipped my lips over her cheeks.

Her entire face had set in heaviness and it seemed some thing that she was keeping inside her from long was coming out and softening her. Soon her lips were before me and I put mine over them.

Her breaths came slowly, one after the other. I gradually turned liquefying lady towards me and softly pressed every inch of me over her and she came in airless contact with me. With slight motivation she pulled her arms around my neck and our lips- to- thighs contact was intensified. I further pressed her in me and I could feel she remained seized by a moan deep inside her.

The taste of her thick lips was different I was used to. I slowly pulled her lower lip between mine, and made my saliva all over it. Her lips seemed for me, I kissed her mushy mouth, as much I could with care not swell her lips.

She mumbled moving her head back, " Now leave me.... It won't look good if any one comes. "

I kissed her cheek and whispered, " Pawan is with Sarla...we may take a while...Please kiss me."

Before she could speak again, I put my lips over her and then jointly moved with her towards the door we had come in, and came in cover of door's open shutter and rested my back on wall. It was safer here and the wood was hiding us. My lips remained there before long she kissed them once and then I had several kisses in sequence from this beautiful lady.

She looked beyond my shoulder and asked, " Where are they?"

And I told her.

She seemed uneasy and said wearily, " It is enough ... late, I have to see c***dren for school in morning."

It didn't make me good but I spoke pressing me in her, "Ok! As you say! Thanks for what you have given me.... believe me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I halfheartedly released her and she took her arms off my neck and stepped back. I remained there with my back on wall, softly smiling in her eyes and as she looked me ; sex was silently oozing from open thick lip's of her. I kissed them through that air between us!

She continued to look at me ; gradually her face was spiraling red and eyelids were dropping. It seemed a time when ladies are taken over by basic instincts ; there breasts turn sensitive and they begin leaking in vagina!

Then after few wavering controls, to my extreme disbelief she moved towards me and unrestrained her body over me. This time she fully came over me, and encircling my neck in arms remained unmoved and then breathing quietly she put her lips over mine. The same breasts, I had been dreaming from months had come by their own over my chest though the protective bra still didn't let me feel them at time when her thigh's junction had come over my rigid bulge.

It completely blew me when she slightly rubbed her over me, surely not to tease me in those unwavering sailings! How wonderful a woman can be, I thought!

This was the finest I could ever get from such a decent lady!

I enclosed her hips in my both hands and pulled her more and more in me. My hands were gasping over her compact mounds around the hip crack. She was entirely resting over me and I could move my hand all over her back, over her tight bra lines and over her underwear in hip zone ; I knew from movie what she had there below her sari.

The passion had taken impulsive loftiness. Her lips over mine, I moved my hand from her hip and attempted to bring it in between us, and when she pulled a bit her belly back, I could enter my hand in between us and opened my fly ; some extra efforts were still required to bring out fluidized staff out from my jammed underwear.

It came out furiously and a sharp smell of liquid widened around us. The staff went over her sari and was pressing hard over her thighs joint. She didn't skipped her place and let my natural manly outbreak come to her ; and after few more minutes I could guide her hand over it.

She held at its mid by her fingertips and pressed softly. I again guided her fingers to move along it and she did few times. The more she did, more it leaked and more difficult it became for her to do that. I again took my hand her over hips, this time keeping them over her wide hip crack, pressed her more over me ; my rod was brutally restrained by her sari pierced to the limits between her thighs.

When a woman truly looses herself in man, she care little for any small or big thing. My staff was absurdly leaking and I knew would awfully soil her sari precisely over her ladyship. And then, there was the live danger of my furiously cumming any second! All was set to give a scary view to this lady!

I slipped below my right hand from her hip, and slightly bending down with stretched arm, pinched between my two fingers both her sari and petticoat cloth below her knees and lifted them till I could get them at hem. I held both cloths as near to her front as I could and began gradually raising my hand. She gasped a breath and placed her hand over mine but after assured of my right conviction through that contact, she pulled her hand from mine for this big thing ; and I could slowly lift her sari .

Her white underwear over her crotch p