Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Rehana knew instinctively what Sunita was doing - establishing control. And Rehana knew that if she didn’t stop it now, she would be unable to stop it at all. But she didn’t know how to stop it. After all, they knew what she’d done, how she’d allowed herself to be humiliated by her young stud. So she stood there quietly. And she waited. In spite of herself, Rehana felt her juices beginning to flow. 

“Isn’t it?” Sunita asked once again.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered, her voice shaking slightly.

Sunita gently stroked the cheek she’d slapped a few seconds earlier. “That’s better. I think we’re finally beginning to understand each other, aren’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Slowly, the young women moved her hands to Rehana’s shoulders and took the pin of her saree over her shoulders and let the saree pallu fall off her shoulder and then towards her blouse, unbuttoning the top button. “So, Rehana. Tell me. Do you like them young, or is it the humiliation that turns you on? Or do you just like being watched?”

For a moment, Rehana stood there, as if perplexed by the question. “I don’t know, I guess,” she finally answered in a voice that was barely audible.

“Well,” Sunita said with a smile. “I’m 24. Is that too old for you?”

“No, ma’am,” Rehana answered weakly.

“How old are you, Manu?” Sunita asked as she unbuttoned the second button of Rehana’s blouse. 

Up to this point, Manu had sat quietly on the sidelines, content to let things unfold on their own. “27,” he answered calmly, but still not getting involved in the proceedings.

“Well, Rehana. Is 27 too old?” Sunita asked, and the third button fell open.

There was a moment’s hesitation. “No, ma’am,” she answered at last.

Sunita moved slowly around Rehana, trailing her fingers over the shoulders as she went. Once she was behind her, she grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and slowly turned her until she was facing directly at ManuHe’s quite good looking, don’t you think?” Sunita asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rehana no longer tried to fool herself into believing that she would be left with even a shred of dignity. The truth was, she no longer cared. She wanted sex, and she wanted it now. With Manu. And yes, even with Sunita. God damn, she thought. I’m even turning into a fucking lesbian.

So she stood there, looking at Manu, while she felt Sunita pulling her blouse out of her body. Her knees quivered noticeably as she felt Sunita’s arms slide around her, and as she felt Sunita pressing her body against her backside. She nearly fainted as the younger woman’s hands began to roam freely over her still clothed body, gasping out loud as they slid inside the nearly open blouse, grabbing her big breasts.

And then the final button on the blouse was undone, revealing the front of the lacy black bra Prasad had picked out for her, along with her ample cleavage.

Sunita gave her one more squeeze before releasing her and backing away. And as she backed away, Rehana felt her blouse sliding off her shoulders and down her arms, before finally sliding off altogether.

For a moment, nobody spoke, and nobody moved. It was Manu who finally broke the silence. “That’s a very sexy bra, don’t you think, Sunita?”

“Yes, it certainly is,” Sunita responded. “I wonder if she’s wearing panties to match.” Her hands moved slowly to the back of Rehana’s saree. First, she released the slits of her saree from the tummy which was holding the saree to her body , allowing the waist to loosen slightly. Slowly, she lowered the saree and pulled the string of the petticoat , noticing the trembling of Rehana’s body.

“Are you scared?” she asked as the saree unfolded of her waist and reached the bottom of its run.

Rehana nodded her head in short, rapid movements. “Yes,” she answered truthfully.

Sunita released the fully unfolded saree, which clung almost magically to Rehana’s hips, refusing to slide off on its own accord, and moved back in front of her. Their eyes met momentarily, but Rehana could not hold the younger woman’s gaze. “You should be scared,” Sunita said at last, a slight smile on her face as the saree along with the petticoat finally slid over Rehana’s hips, falling in a heap around her feet.

Sunita stepped back and looked the woman over closely. “Yes WoW,” she said at last. “The panties match the bra. What do you think, Manu? You like?”