01-01-2021, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2021, 11:03 AM by AnilA1. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Happy new year friends! Here is your gift for the new year. Hope you will enjoy. Appreciate your feedback. Thank you...
Update #13
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
The movie was still going on. Sindhu sat between the kids and started watching the movie. Fifteen minutes were over and there was no sign of Shwetha! Did she go to get waxing? If so, her husband would be lucky. She was tempted to call and inform him. But she restrained herself. What if Shwetha was still thinking outside? It would be a big upset for Manoj!
After another thirty minutes, Sindhu saw a commotion in their row. She looked intently in the darkness and it was Shwetha. She came and sat beside her daughter. There was a strange look on her face - mixture of shame and excitement.
Sindhu looked at her questioningly. In response, Shwetha smiled coyly and showed her thumbs up.
The match on the TV was between Germany and France. Thirty minutes into the game, the two countries stood at 2-2. The two teams were playing exceptionally. One German player hit the ball and it almost touched the goal post. But French goalkeeper caught it in mid air. The whole stadium erupted in shouts.
It was then Manoj’s mobile beeped. He grabbed it from the table without moving his eyes away from the TV. He brought the phone up between the TV and his face. It was an SMS from his wife. He opened it.
Dear shopper, your order for beautiful and hot wife Shwetha was confirmed. Your order will be delivered soon. Thank you for shopping with us.
It took a moment for Manoj to digest what he was reading. When he understood what it was, everything around him went into oblivion. The TV roar was lost. The game stood still.
He wanted to dance with joy. He had very less hopes on Shwetha given the fact that she was a close friend to Sindhu and she would never sacrifice her friendship for sex.
He sent a reply to his wife: Are you kidding or is it true?
Soon came the reply: 100% true. Do you want any gift wrapper to your delivery?
Manoj understood what she meant and thought for a moment. Then typed: Packed in a transparent saree like a high class escort.
Reply came: Your gift order confirmed. Will be delivered in another 90 minutes.
“Shh…why are you laughing?” Shwetha asked.
“I just told Manoj that he is going to have a feast tonight.”
Shwetha’s cheeks became red with those words. “What was his response?” she asked eagerly.
“Poor fellow! Must be jumping now madly.”
They both laughed in a hushed manner.
“Manoj had a special request,” Sindhu said.
“What?”
“He wants you to go to him like a high class escort in a transparent saree. You will play a role of high class escort. Is it okay?”
The idea seemed appealing to Shwetha. She had been wondering about the awkward moment when she would meet him in his bedroom. Through the role play, she could avoid that awkward moment now. She would simply behave like an escort. And he would fuck her hard like fucking a slut. With that thought, Shwetha squeezed her thighs tight. Her pussy ached for pleasure.
“I am okay with that. But what about the transparent saree?” she said.
“After the movie, we will do quick shopping.”
Thankfully the movie was over in another fifteen minutes. They came out of the theater along with the kids and ran into a saree shop in the same mall. They selected a transparent saree and matching blouse.
Shwetha changed into the saree in the changing room. She looked sexy in the transparent attire. Her blouse was clearly visible, giving idea to any man how much assets she owned. Even though the blouse was covering her boobs completely, a little cleavage was visible, ready to tease men.
What’s more? The backless blouse was exposing her strong and beautiful back. There was an enormous naked space between her blouse and petticoat with ample view of her sexy waist and navel.
When she came out, Sindhu whispered, “I would love to fuck you too.”
“You shameless!”
As they stood at the billing counter, the cashier drooled over her. He devoured her swaying sexy back and the little crease in her waist as she walked out of the shop. ‘Sexy bitch,’ he uttered inwardly and adjusted his erection secretly under the table.
Update #13
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
The movie was still going on. Sindhu sat between the kids and started watching the movie. Fifteen minutes were over and there was no sign of Shwetha! Did she go to get waxing? If so, her husband would be lucky. She was tempted to call and inform him. But she restrained herself. What if Shwetha was still thinking outside? It would be a big upset for Manoj!
After another thirty minutes, Sindhu saw a commotion in their row. She looked intently in the darkness and it was Shwetha. She came and sat beside her daughter. There was a strange look on her face - mixture of shame and excitement.
Sindhu looked at her questioningly. In response, Shwetha smiled coyly and showed her thumbs up.
***
Manoj was watching football on the TV. Most of his friends were fond of Cricket. But to him, Cricket is a gentle game without much action. Whereas in football, the action is continuous and high voltage.The match on the TV was between Germany and France. Thirty minutes into the game, the two countries stood at 2-2. The two teams were playing exceptionally. One German player hit the ball and it almost touched the goal post. But French goalkeeper caught it in mid air. The whole stadium erupted in shouts.
It was then Manoj’s mobile beeped. He grabbed it from the table without moving his eyes away from the TV. He brought the phone up between the TV and his face. It was an SMS from his wife. He opened it.
Dear shopper, your order for beautiful and hot wife Shwetha was confirmed. Your order will be delivered soon. Thank you for shopping with us.
It took a moment for Manoj to digest what he was reading. When he understood what it was, everything around him went into oblivion. The TV roar was lost. The game stood still.
He wanted to dance with joy. He had very less hopes on Shwetha given the fact that she was a close friend to Sindhu and she would never sacrifice her friendship for sex.
He sent a reply to his wife: Are you kidding or is it true?
Soon came the reply: 100% true. Do you want any gift wrapper to your delivery?
Manoj understood what she meant and thought for a moment. Then typed: Packed in a transparent saree like a high class escort.
Reply came: Your gift order confirmed. Will be delivered in another 90 minutes.
***
Reading Manoj’s messages, Sindhu laughed a little louder in the theater.“Shh…why are you laughing?” Shwetha asked.
“I just told Manoj that he is going to have a feast tonight.”
Shwetha’s cheeks became red with those words. “What was his response?” she asked eagerly.
“Poor fellow! Must be jumping now madly.”
They both laughed in a hushed manner.
“Manoj had a special request,” Sindhu said.
“What?”
“He wants you to go to him like a high class escort in a transparent saree. You will play a role of high class escort. Is it okay?”
The idea seemed appealing to Shwetha. She had been wondering about the awkward moment when she would meet him in his bedroom. Through the role play, she could avoid that awkward moment now. She would simply behave like an escort. And he would fuck her hard like fucking a slut. With that thought, Shwetha squeezed her thighs tight. Her pussy ached for pleasure.
“I am okay with that. But what about the transparent saree?” she said.
“After the movie, we will do quick shopping.”
Thankfully the movie was over in another fifteen minutes. They came out of the theater along with the kids and ran into a saree shop in the same mall. They selected a transparent saree and matching blouse.
Shwetha changed into the saree in the changing room. She looked sexy in the transparent attire. Her blouse was clearly visible, giving idea to any man how much assets she owned. Even though the blouse was covering her boobs completely, a little cleavage was visible, ready to tease men.
What’s more? The backless blouse was exposing her strong and beautiful back. There was an enormous naked space between her blouse and petticoat with ample view of her sexy waist and navel.
When she came out, Sindhu whispered, “I would love to fuck you too.”
“You shameless!”
As they stood at the billing counter, the cashier drooled over her. He devoured her swaying sexy back and the little crease in her waist as she walked out of the shop. ‘Sexy bitch,’ he uttered inwardly and adjusted his erection secretly under the table.
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