Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“They’ll be time enough for that later. Right now, though, it’s time to eat. I’m going to need all my energy if I’m going to keep up with you.”

Rehana hesitated “I’m not sure how to ask this, Azmath, but does this mean our relationship is to be public knowledge?” she questioned.

“To be honest, I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with that just yet. For tonight, let’s just say you’re buying me dinner because my mom’s out of town for the week and because I did such a bang up job for you this weekend, ”

Rehana hit him playfully. “What do you mean, your mom’s out of town for the week?” Azmath told Rehana about his mom’s trip to Chennai, and that she wouldn’t be home until Thursday morning.

“Then you’re staying with me this week. And you’re right. You will need your strength,” she smiled. “Alright, where do you want to go,” she said.

“I know just the place,” Azmath responded with a grin. “Say, do you happen to have a sexy saree on I love women in saree?”

“Yes,” she slowly responded, a questioning look in her eyes.

“Good. Wear it, and you won’t need any panties,” he grinned mischievously. “Now get going before I starve.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as she hopped to her feet. “Might I ask what you’re up to?”

“No! Now get moving.” With that, she headed for the bedroom, pausing to pick up her cast aside clothing, bending deeply at the waist, her ass and pussy intentionally directed in Azmath’s direction. Azmath threw his salwar at her. ”Hurry up.”

They got ready quickly, cleaning up just enough to not smell of each other’s sex. When they were ready to leave, Rehana tossed Azmath the keys. “You drive.”

It took only a few minutes to reach their destination, a local Chinese restaurant called Little China. Little China served good food, especially noddles, and had a nice cozy atmosphere, dimly lit, with red and white tablecloths on the tables. Azmath requested an out of the way booth in the back corner. This particular booth would only be visible to a fraction of the other tables. He seated Rehana first, sliding her so that she was facing out, with the table and tablecloth between her and the rest of the restaurant. 
They each ordered iced tea, and the waiter departed, giving them time to review the menu. Rehana looked at Azmath. “What are we going to do, stuck way back here in the corner? You’re not planning to take advantage of me, are you?”

Azmath moved closer, sliding his hand in the slit of her saree and he inserted his hand over her tummy then pushed the saree little bit away and pushed his hands inside the petticoat she was not wearing any panty as he had asked her and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Purring softly, Rehana spread her legs, allowing Azmath better access to her hidden gems. He removed his hand as the waiter returned. They quickly decided on a chicken, spring rolls and two salads, and the waiter again left them in peace.
Azmath slid the table closer to Rehana, better concealing the target of his desires. He turned toward her, reached under the table and freed the string of her petticoat and loosened the saree from her tummy. As if in retaliation, she reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, and squeezed. Briefly, their eyes met, before Azmath returned his attention to her saree pulled to down along with the petticoat till it was on the floor under the table, leaving her fully naked from the waist down, protected only by the table and tablecloth in front of her. She shuddered involuntarily and squeezed his vulnerable lund. He tenderly massaged her thighs, moving deftly towards her center. She parted her legs, allowing him complete access. He massaged her love button, sending shivers up and down her spine. She closed her eyes momentarily and moaned as he continued his assault, rocking her pelvis in rhythm with his hand.

He eased his hand away from her, startling her. She looked at him, and followed his glance to see the waiter returning with their order. She released her grip on him and sat tensely as the waiter delivered their food. As soon as the waiter turned his back, Azmath’s hand returned to her pussy, this time entering its depth with two fingers. She gasped out loud, causing the waiter to turn. She managed a smile and he walked away.

“Would you care for some spring roll?” Azmath asked.

“You bastard,” she replied. “He almost caught us.” But the lust in her eyes betrayed her. 

Azmath served up the spring roll and they ate, sharing causal conversation. Occasionally, he would reach over and caress her pussy, once sucking his juice coated finger in his mouth, another time offering his fingers to her lips. She looked at the fingers silently, then at Azmath. She took his fingers in her mouth and sucked, tasting her own juices, never taking her eyes off Azmath.

After they finished eating, Rehana took matters into her own hands. Slowly, sensually, she massaged her cunt while Azmath watched. Slowly, she allowed her fingers to enter her, in and out, harder now. Her gaze never strayed from Azmath. She felt like a total slut, but it felt so good. Spreading her legs wide, she leaned back as much as she dared and continued to pump her pussy. Slowly, she picked up the speed and intensity of her assault, moaning softly, until finally, her body stiffened as her orgasm swept over her.

Before she’d completely regained her composure, Azmath nudged her under the table. She looked up in time to see a pretty young woman Azmath’s age approaching the table. “Hello Jhanvi,” Azmath said. “What brings you out this evening?”

“Hi, Azmath,” she says as she sits down opposite of Azmath, next to Rehana. She looked at Rehana, then back at Azmath. “I see your taste in women has improved.” Rehana blushed noticeably as she tried to cover her nakedness. She was able to cover herself partly with the left her left thigh with the saree, but Jhanvi had sat on the saree which was partly fallen on the next chair edge, leaving her exposed.

“Oh, excuse me, Jhanvi. This is Rehana Khan, my aunty, my mother's elder brother's wife. I just fitted new air conditioner for her and she’s buying me dinner while my mom’s out of town as a way of saying thanks. Jhanvi’s a classmate of mine, Rehana Aunty. 

“Hi, Rehana aunty,” Jhanvi says. “It’s nice of you to take care of Azmath like that,”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jhanvi.” 

Jhanvi looked into the older woman’s eyes, and then allowed her gaze to drift slowly down to her lap, where they hovered momentarily. A knowing smile crossed her face as she licked her lips and looked back up into Rehana’s eyes. “It seems like Azmath’s getting his dessert early this evening. It certainly does look sweet. I’ll bet it could tempt just about anyone.”