Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“I do, but . . .”

“No buts,” Rehana said, cutting her off. “You either trust me, or you don’t. Which is it?”

Mukta stood there, mouth agape, unable to respond.

“I know you watched us through the back window. I know that you came at least twice. And I know about Ganesh,” she said the last softly, for effect. “Mukta, I know what you want and what you need even better than you do. But I won’t force you.” There was a moment’s hesitation. “Last chance. Yes or no?”

Slowly, barely perceptibly, Mukta nodded her head.

“Good,” Rehana said, and the doorbell sounded again. “At the front door is a friend of mine, a lover. He’s going to help you. All you have to do is open the door and let him in. But,” she said emphatically, “once you let him in, the blindfold stays on until I take it off. Agreed?” 

Again, Mukta nodded her head.

“Say it,” Rehana insisted.

“I agree. The blindfold stays on until you take it off.” Somehow, just saying the words gave Mukta a new resolve. She stretched her hands out in front of her, feeling around for objects, and made her way slowly towards the door.

The doorbell rang one more time before she reached it. She felt around until she found the knob, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Mukta stood beside the open door, her hand clutching the doorknob. She could feel her body shaking as she lowered her head. A hand took hold of hers, pulling it away from the door. The next sound she heard was the sound of the front door closing. For a moment, nothing happened. Mukta’s mind was running in circles. Who was this stranger? Why did she allow Rehana to talk her into this? What was he going to do? Why was she doing this?

Just when she could stand it no more, a finger touched the bottom of her chin, lifting it up slowly. And then the stranger’s lips touched hers, lightly at first, barely grazing them. And then again, lingering just a bit this time. And then one more time, only this time the stranger’s lips surrounded hers, and she felt his tongue probing against her lips. Instinctively, she opened up, allowing his tongue to enter.

She reached out for him with her mouth, allowing the kiss to fuel her passion until the kiss was the only thing that mattered. And then there were hands on her breasts, squeezing the bra-encased mounds roughly through her white cotton saree. As her fire burned hotter and hotter, a distant part of her mind wondered, who is this? Is it Javeed? Is it Ram? It could be either one, based on what she witnessed the other day. Or maybe it was Ganesh! After all, Rehana did say she knew about him. But she dismissed Ganesh. She was certain she would recognize him. It had to be either Javeed or Ram.

The lips broke away suddenly, leaving her reaching out with her mouth, still wanting, as the hands continued to fondle her tits. Standing there blindfolded, with a stranger mauling her bosom and her best friend looking on, she felt cheap. She felt slutty. 

There was a final squeeze, one that made her gasp, before the hands released her, leaving her alone and blindfolded, waiting for what would happen next. She heard a rustling noise, and then felt hands pulling on her shoe, first the right foot, then the left. A hand grabbed her by the back of her right calf and lifted her foot from the ground, pulling off the shoe with the other hand. The process was repeated for the other foot, and then for each of the ankle socks she wore.

The stranger ran his fingers lightly up her legs, starting at the feet, continuing until they reached the hem of her saree. But they didn’t stop there, continuing instead up to the navel .

Just when the saree slits were released from her tummy and the saree was released, she felt Rehana step up behind her and grab hold of her blouse and un button the blouse ever so slowly. By now, Mukta was too caught up in the game to stop, much too involved to even consider protesting. Instead, she raised her arms obediently.

The next thing she knew, her blouse was sliding over her head and her saree and the petticoat were sliding down her legs, panties and all. As quick as that, she had been stripped down to just her bra, which lasted only moments longer as Rehana quickly removed and discarded the final unwanted article.

Mukta stood naked before the stranger, her heart pounding through her chest. Now she was beginning to understand what had driven Rehana the other day. Now she could feel that very same lust coursing through her veins that had so obviously driven her friend. And now, she was ready for more.

“Take two steps forward, stop, and bend at the waist,” Rehana ordered.

Prasad watched as his naked mother immediately followed the instructions, amazed at how easily she’d been coerced into this situation. He could tell that she was hot, and he knew he could have her right now. But he wasn’t ready yet. There was still more of the game to be played.

He moved slowly behind his mother until her ass was directly in front of him. First, he touched her ass ever-so-lightly, trailing his fingertips across her bare fanny. He ran his fingers between her butt-cheeks, lightly passing over her dark hole before gliding teasingly over her wet pussy.