Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

WHACK! Mukta jumped at the sudden, painful attack, clearly caught off guard.

“Hold your position!” Rehana ordered.

Quickly, Mukta returned to her bent over position, waiting for what was to come next. It was only then that she thought of Prasad, and of the spanking he had delivered mercilessly to her best friend’s backside. It was then that the thought first crossed her mind. Prasad! It couldn’t be! Could it? But Prasad had gone camping. Or was that just a story?

Before she had time to panic, she felt his fingers sliding into her pussy, and again, all thoughts except her deprived need for more were expunged from her head. She bit her lip, shaking slightly as the fingers began working their way in and out of her motherly wet pussy. She allowed her ass to gyrate against his fingers, and she could feel her pleasure mounting.

WHACK! Another sharp, unexpected blow, and then nothing. She held her bent over position, aware of a slight bustling of activity around her.

“Stand up!” Rehana ordered.

She immediately obeyed. Rehana took hold of her arm and led her slowly across the room.

“Kneel down,” she said after they’d stopped.

When Mukta moved to obey, she realized that the stranger was seated on a chair immediately in front of her.

“Bend over his lap!” Rehana ordered firmly.

But this time, Mukta hesitated. This was much too similar to Prasad and Rehana’s display the other day to be coincidence. Again she wondered if this could be Prasad. Only this time, she thought there was a strong chance that it was. And now, she didn’t know what to do. She’d gone too far to stop. She desperately needed to continue. But how could she if this really was Prasad? 

Quickly, her mind responded. It didn’t have to be Prasad. After all, Rehana knew she’d seen them, knew she’d gotten off on watching them. What would be more natural than for her to recreate the scene, only with someone else? Someone other than Prasad.

She knew the argument was weak. But it was enough. It had to be enough, because there was no way she could stop now.

Slowly, she reached out and felt for his lap. Just as slowly, she began lowering herself across it until she was completely prone, completely at his will. And as she lay there naked across his lap, she wondered again if it was Prasad. Only this time, she couldn’t deny that secretly, she was hoping it was.

She closed her already sight-deprived eyes when his hands touched her, left hand grazing lightly over her back, right hand squeezing her cheeks. She could feel his excited lund pressing against her through his pants and she wondered if it was as beautiful as Prasad’s, or if it was Prasad’s, and how long would she have to wait before it would be hers?

She gasped when the fingers slid into her wet pussy and began pumping her cunt. She could feel her pleasure mounting as he pumped her harder, harder.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Subconsciously, she knew the blows were coming, but still, they caught her off guard. She screamed out, instinctively trying to rise up from his lap. But he held her firm, quickly reinserting his fingers into her pussy. She let out an exasperated moan as the pleasure began again, supplanting the pain. This time, he worked her cunt longer, bringing her closer to release, but not nearly close enough, before . . . WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again she screamed out. Again she tried to rise from his lap. And again he held her down firmly.

A moment passed. “On your knees,” Rehana barked out, breaking the silence.

But Mukta hesitated, not wanting the pleasure/pain to stop. “On your knees,” Rehana repeated. Slowly Mukta moved to obey.

She heard the stranger rise to his feet and move away, only to be replaced on the chair by Rehana. “Bend over my knees,” Rehana ordered.

She reached out for Rehana’s legs, her spirit uplifted thinking the pleasure/pain might continue. She was surprised to find the legs unclothed. She hesitated a moment. When Rehana didn’t immediately yell at her, she let her hand wander over her best friend’s body, finding it completely devoid of clothing.

She allowed her hands to hesitate on her friend’s big soft breasts. She swore she heard her moan as she squeezed the mounds, as she toyed with her nipples.

“That’s enough,” Rehana exclaimed, not quite as forcefully as before. “Over my lap.”

This time, Muktha quickly complied, wondering what a sight this must be for the stranger.