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Amit then decided to keep stealthily checking into this Pseudo account which his wife was operating. A few days later, he read another message which Aneeta had written to a guy named Aakash in Gurgaon. As he checked the timeline, Amit realised that she had written this message while he had been sleeping next to her; in the wee hour of the morning.
You know what happened, I was coming in the elevator today evening back from work and I found my college going neighbouring Aniket checking me out. I was wearing a Chiffon saree and sleeveless blouse. Do you remember from that last pic I had sent you, how I pleat my saree sexily? I guess that he was getting aroused seeing me in such close proximity. I have caught him trying to look inside my bedroom from his room many a times.
We exited the elevator and I walked to my door and he to his apartment. As I was opening the door of my apartment, I could feel his stare on my Butt.
I entered my home and headed for the bedroom. My hubby still wasn’t home and I was feeling very raunchy.
I opened the curtains on my bedroom window just a sliver so that someone watching from across could sneak a peek inside. Sure enough, Aniket was there, hiding behind the curtains on his windows.
I decided that today would be his lucky day. With my back towards the opening in the curtains, I started unwinding my saree; as slowly and seductively as I could. Once my saree was removed, I waited for a moment, pretending to check myself in the mirror. I was sure that by now, the lad was rock hard in his trousers, as his eyes took in the sight of me clad only in a black fish cut silk petticoat which clung to my generous butt like a tissue paper and my low neck deep neck sleeveless blouse.
Then, standing in such a stance that the lad got a side view, I started unfastening the hooks of my blouse. Once all the hooks were undone, I let the blouse hang there for a moment, before raising my arms at a deliberately slow pace and slipping off my blouse. I was sure that he had got a good glimpse of my clean shaven armpits.
Then my fingers toyed with the drawstring of my petticoat which was tied very low on my hips.
I could almost feel the kid pleading to himself, “Bhabhi, khol do please jaldee khol do!” even as his fingers must be pleasuring his erection!
I untied the knot of my silk petticoat and shimmied my sexy hips till the garment slid down to my ankles and I stepped out of it.
Aakash, do you think the Lad would have cum looking at me standing in my bedroom, clad in a lacy bra and low waist bikini panty??
Aneeta had followed up this message with a photo of her in the same Lingerie; albeit with her face not showing. Aakash had responded with a photo of him ejaculating.
Amit realised that Aneeta was getting more and more bold with her messages. She would ask for explicit penis pictures from most of her male friends on Facebook.
What surprised Amit was that his wife would get intimate with her Female friends too. Was she a closet Bisexual??
There was a message to a female by the name of Sheeja Iyer:
Babes, you won’t believe what happened today? Today evening, after I was returning from shopping, Rahul one of the guys staying in the next door apartment as a Paying Guest, just tagged along with me. He seemed to know that my husband was in Pune for the weekend. We had fooled around a couple of times in the parking lot but nothing more. I felt very uncomfortable at the idea of riding the lift back with him to our apartment. What if some of the neighbours saw? I said this to Rahul but he ignored it. Luckily, no one saw us in the lift and even on our floor, none of the other apartment doors were open.
When we entered the apartment, Rahul immediately lunged at me and grabbed me in an embrace. I was wearing a Saree. I squirmed and fought him off saying he should at least give me some time to finish up chores in the kitchen. He kissed me on the cheek, squeezed my boobs, and let me go.
“Bhabhi, why are you being so coy?”
He then planted his lips on mine and kissed me hard. His hands moved fast, pulling down my pallu and unhooking my blouse in the back. He also deftly unhooked the bra and before I knew it, in a matter of seconds, he’d gotten me topless. He put one hand on my left breast and squeezed it really hard.
“Owww! Not so hard!” I broke the kiss and complained.
He adjusted the strength of his squeezing and mauled my boobs. And soon I noticed that the bulge in his pants rubbing against my thigh was growing. I blushed with shame and a bit of arousal as I remembered how I had jacked him off in the parking lot a few days ago. I remembered how different it looked from my husband’s. How thick it was. I didn’t even realize when my hand found its way to his pants and unzipped them.
“Whoa Bhabhi!”Rahul patted my cheek, happy that I was taking an initiative.
“Don’t get any ideas.” I said, but I wasn’t sure what that even meant when I had fished out his dick like a street whore.
He then turned me around so I was facing away from him and put both his hands on my naked teats. He moved his hips a little to the side so his erect dick was rubbing against my right hip. I reached back and started jacking it off.
For a few moments, we were in a state of mutually provided physical bliss. I loved the way this young guy kissed my neck, occasionally pecking at my cheeks and lips. His fingers were skilfully flicking my nipples and pinching them, making them really erect. He also ran his nails all over my bare flat stomach which also for some reason gave me goosebumps. All this while, I was jacking him off. He would occasionally give me instructions like,
“Looser grip…now play with the balls…now a little faster…”
Rahul was running both his hands all over my chest and stomach. I was almost in a trance, and doing this, especially in the kitchen, was making me feel very kinky. I could feel a definite wetness down there. And just as I was thinking about that, Rahul slid one hand down inside the Saree and took out the tucked portion.
“What are you doing????” I protested, letting go of his dick as his grip loosened.
“Just the SareeBhabhi…I promise…I’ll keep the petticoat on.”
I tried to reach for the folds and tuck them back in, but it was too late because Rahul was deftly unraveling the Saree layer by layer.
“Promise?” I breathlessly asked.
“Promise!,” he said.
And I got back to jacking his dick off as the Saree came off completely and fell down. I was now in my kitchen, topless, with only a petticoat and panty on, getting felt up by a college youth as I jacked off his dick.
Can you imagine that, Sheeja? Does it turn you on? Once my Saree was off, he also tried a couple of times to feel up my crotch but I kept moving his hand back up. But I will tell you, his touch, even over two layers of clothing, felt really good on my pussy mound.
“Ummmhhhh…I am very close…” Rahul moaned after a couple of minutes as I had been jacking him off really fast.
I kept pumping his dick until it was about to spurt and then aimed it at the floor. He shot several gobs of semen all over our kitchen floor, and some drops even fell on my Saree even though I had tried to aim away from it.
After Rahul finished cumming, he let go of me. I stepped forward and started picking up my bra and blouse.
“Please Bhabhi……just…stay like that for a while.”
He asked so sweetly and politely that I agreed. I gathered my clothes in a bunch and put them on the counter. Then I got a rag, got on my hands and knees and started cleaning his cum from the floor. As I cleaned, my boobs hung and swayed, and Rahul commented on how good they looked. He also spanked my arse once, but after a stern look from me didn’t try it again.
Rahul took me in his arms again and He put his arm around and shoulder and gently pulled me towards him so I was leaning against his body. For the next few minutes, he kissed me on the neck and cheeks and got me a little-worked up. Then he turned me around started kissing me passionately on the lips. With practice, he was actually getting a lot better at it. His hands, though, didn’t maul my boobs as usual. He kept one hand behind my head holding me in the kiss and his other hand started slowly caressing my thigh. I shuddered at his touch, even through the petticoat fabric, made me break out into goose bumps. Part of me wanted to stop him, but I reasoned that as long as he confined himself to the thighs, it was okay. We made out like that, him caressing my thighs while kissing me on the lips and stroking my neck. Soon I was breathing quite heavily.
“Bhabhi.” he said between kisses.
“Hmmm?”
“Please let me take off your petticoat.”
I just shook my head, and that too tentatively, because honestly, I was now craving for his touch on my bare thighs.
“Please Bhabhi…just once” and then kissing again.
I shook my head again, but even more tentatively.
“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
I said nothing and kept kissing him. I put one hand on his lean muscular shoulders and rubbed them. After a minute or so of making out, Rahul moved his hand from my thigh slowly up to the waist and to the petticoat knot. I moved a hand and put it on top of his. We stared into each other’s eyes, our breathing heavy and our faces slightly sweaty. After about twenty seconds of the staring contest, I took my hand away.
He smiled and pulled at the string. I didn’t protest. He put a finger inside the waistband and loosened it. I found my hips rising by themselves to help him slip off the penultimate article of clothing covering my modesty.
“Thong panty Fucking sexy.” he tried to touch my pussy mound, but I said,
“Not there.”
“Okay, okay.” he said and resumed stroking my thigh, this time making direct contact with my skin. I felt a jolt surge through me at his touch. I realized that I was letting things go a lot farther than I would have ideally wanted.
Suddenly he stopped kissing me, took his hand off my thighs, and sat back. I stared at him, breathing heavily.
“Straddle me.,” he said, tugging at my arm.
I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to obey him. I got up and put my knees on his thighs on the couch cushion facing him. Then I lowered myself into his lap, and we started kissing. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I could feel his erection through his pants poking against the crotch of my panty. I shifted slightly to avoid that direct contact but it was still rubbing against my thighs.
I moved a little more until my crotch was resting on his right thigh. I took my right leg and put it between his legs. In this position, the curve of his thigh fit perfectly again the junction of my thighs; a very snug fit. And before I knew it…god this is so embarrassing…before I knew it, I started moving my hips up and down his thighs, more or less dry humping him.
The friction that this motion caused with his thighs, even through the fabric of my panty and of his pants, was beginning to affect my clitoris. I started moaning with every stroke. Rahul, for a change, seemed taken aback. He was a passive participant and I was the one doing all the work, kissing him, rubbing his hair, and of course, dry humping his thigh. But he soon recovered his wits.
“Bhabhi, there are easier ways to do this.”
“Shut up!” I said in a voice so hoarse that I couldn’t believe it was mine.
I was rocking back and forth and sideways, the friction was feeling great against my clit. The pleasure wave was building up. And that’s when Rahul decided he had enough license to try something else. He calmly slipped one hand behind and grabbed my right arse cheek. I was too far along to be scandalized or stop him. Honestly, if he had had more, I probably wouldn’t have stopped him. But he contented himself with fondling the naked skin of my arse while I dry humped his thigh.
The feel of his rough fingers massaging my arse directly also had an additional effect on me. Within a minute, the orgasm hit. And I moaned my way through it, continuing to ride his thigh. It lasted for a good 15 seconds or so. And when it subsided, I just plonked my head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.
“That was interesting.” Rahul said kissing me. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman do that before.”
“I’ve never done it either.” I said, suddenly filled with shame that I had just orgasmed in front of a college kid in my own drawing room. And then I found that Rahul had fished out his cock and was rock hard again.
“Take it in your mouth again, Bhabhi!” he said, stroking my hair.
I obediently opened my mouth wide and took his hard cock inside.
“Play with my balls.” he said, gently patting my cheeks which were now swollen because of the tool in my mouth.
With one hand I started slowly massaging his balls as my mouth gave him a blowjob. I swallowed it whole, took it out, used my tongue and my lips, and soon, he seemed close to cumming when suddenly,
“Wait!” he said in a hoarse voice and pushed my face away.
The motion made me fall back on the floor. He immediately got on his knees under me and grabbed hold of my knees. He held them apart, staring at my panty covered pussy. Then bending down, he caught the waistband of my soaked thong panty in his teeth and lips and began to peel it to my knees. His dick was just a few inches away. For a second, my body cried out for penetration, but then whatever was left of my shame and sense of propriety returned.
“Noooooooo!” I said, putting my hand on my pussy.
“I know.” he smiled and nodded. “Trust me.”
Panic surged through my brain. Here I was, nearly naked on my back and my legs held apart. His dick was one thrust away from breaching my pussy.
I felt my hand move away on its own. I don’t know if it was trust that made it happen or my body aching for intercourse. But it happened. My hand moved away, leaving my naked pussy vulnerable to his throbbing manhood. I stared into Rahul’s eyes as I felt him slowly thrust his hips forward. And I braced for penetration.
But instead, his dick slid smoothly over my pussy lips without entering.
“Mmmm!!” I moaned as the tip of his dick brushed against my clit.
He moved his dick back and then rolled it over my crotch again. Goosebumps sprang up all over my body.
“I am not going to force you to do anything you aren’t ready for.” he said, rolling the dick back and forth over my pussy.
It was the weirdest sensation. A thick throbbing cock so close to my pussy, brushing against my labia and my clit, but not entering. Maybe he was trying to tempt me into submission. But I held firm. Just closed my eyes and relished that feeling.
A few seconds later, I felt Rahul’s hands pushing my knees back together. He closed my legs again forcefully, making his dick get trapped between the insides of my thighs. A lot of precum made my thighs wet. And then he started bucking his hips back and forth.
I finally realized what he was trying to do. He was respecting my wishes of not wanting actual sex. But instead, he was trying to do the next best thing. Use the soft grip of my inner thighs as a proxy for my pussy. He was essentially fucking my thighs, and every stroke made his dick also rub against my clit. And I went red as I felt the unfamiliar sensation of his balls slapping against my arse cheeks.
Rahul put my joined ankles over his left shoulder, bent forward, and started kissing me as his fucking of my thighs continued. I kissed him back, loving this weird new sensation.
But it didn’t last long. My mouthplay had already brought him close to the brink. Within a couple of minutes, the friction from my soft wet thighs were enough to send him over the edge. As we continued kissing, his semen spurted all over my stomach and the bottom half of my breasts.
Rahul had just had innovative intercourse with me without actually entering my pussy.
Once he got done shooting his seed, he kissed me hard. Then he slowly slid downwards. He opened my legs and soon his face was right above my pussy. I saw him poke his tongue out and flick my already engorged clitoris.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” I squirmed and moaned. His fingers had always felt good but his tongue felt even better.
“Is this okay?” he politely asked.
I just nodded and laid back, his semen drying on my body, as he gave me cunnilingus. Within minutes, I was thrashing about in the throes of an orgasm.
After that, we cuddled naked for a while on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED……………………
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