Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Rehana Khan stood naked in the corner of Prasad’s bedroom, her damp panties dbangd over her head, her ass red from the spanking she’d just received from her 20-year-old lover. It was nearly two o’clock on Saturday afternoon. That was the problem. She’d told Prasad she was taking the afternoon off to spend with him, that she’d be home no later than one o’clock. That would give them about 4 hours before Prasad’s mom, Mukta , arrived at the home the 3 of them temporarily shared. And when Rehana didn’t show up until almost 1:45, Prasad decided some punishment was in order.

After Rehana had suffered enough, Prasad quickly shed his clothes and approached the dark haired beauty from behind. It was then that they heard the front door open. Mrs. Mukta was home early!

Rehana tore the panties from her head, looking quickly at Prasad. The panic in her eyes was obvious as she dashed out the bedroom door. She barely made it to the guestroom in time, leaving the door open as she dashed for the bed, diving under the covers just as Muktha rounded the corner.

Prasad, meanwhile, had gathered up Rehana’s clothes and tossed them under his bed. He got dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, and waited quietly by his bedroom door, listening. Prasad had a dream relationship with Rehana. A relationship where she was completely subservient to him. A relationship where he could demand anything from her he desired, and she would give it. It was a relationship that worked for both of them, and he had no desire to fuck it up by letting his mom catch on.

So he waited, and he listened.

“Hello, anybody home,” Mukta called out. Rehana was supposed to be at work, and Prasad would normally be out with his buddies, but both of their cars were home. “Curious,” she thought.

“In here,” Rehana answered from the guestroom. 

“What’s the matter?” Mukta asked as she entered the room and saw her best friend in bed. “Are you sick?”

Rehana hesitated, trying to control her emotions. Less than a minute ago, she’d stood buck naked before her young lover, her fanny in flames from the spanking he had delivered. And now, she was trying to conceal everything from his mother, her best friend. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t buying it. Her body was still hot from the spanking, and her pussy was on fire. And then she remembered what he had said the other day. That she was free to do anybody she liked - anytime, anywhere, and anyhow - just as long as she told him all the details.

Quickly, Rehana put an impromptu plan in motion. “No,” Rehana said in a sad voice, trying to sound depressed. She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts, swinging her feet over the side of the bed. “It’s just . . .” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said exhaling and lowering her head.

A million things went through Mukta’s head as looked at her friend. Was she okay? Was she sick? Was it serious? Why wasn’t she telling her? 

“Please, Rehana,” she said as she sat down beside her friend. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

Rehana hesitated briefly before squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the fake tears, and threw herself into Mukta’s arms, allowing the sheet to fall free in the process.

“There, there now,” Mukta said, recovering quickly from the shock of having a naked woman fall into her arms. “It’s okay.” She held Rehana tentatively at first, gradually becoming more at ease. She stroked her hair gently, and lightly rubbed her back, very much aware of the naked breast pushing against her own. And she waited until her friend was ready to talk.

“I’m sorry,” Rehana said after a while, pushing herself back from Mukta’s embrace. She took hold of her friend’s hands and held them in her lap, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. “It’s just that, sometimes, I get to feeling so lonely, and so sorry for myself that I can’t stand it. I miss my husband, Mukta. I miss him something awful.” And then she hesitated. “Look at me,” she said, squeezing her friends hand tight and trying to smile. “Of all people to be telling this too. You’ve been alone so long. How do you do it?”

Mukta smiled at her friend, the hint of tears sneaking from the corners of her eyes, before reaching her arms out and pulling her close, oblivious, now, to her nakedness. “Oh, baby, you’re not alone. Neither one of us is. We’ve got each other. We’ve got Prasad. And we’ve got our friends.”

Rehana pulled back slightly, just enough to see Mukta’s face. “But don’t you ever miss having a man?” she asked softly.

“Sure I do,” Mukta said as she slowly stroked the wavy black hair of Rehana. “Sometimes.”

“Stay with me awhile,” Rehana whispered after a moment. “I don’t want to be alone.”