Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

As she was ringing up their purchase, the clerk, a twenty-something , smiled at them. “It looks like somebody’s expecting a little party this evening.” Shabana turned beet red, but said nothing. Rehana smiled, giving the young woman a sly wink.


To celebrate the successful conclusion of another shopping trip, they had some wine which was in the car . By the time they left, they were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.

On the way home, Shabana called Azmath on her cell phone. “We’ll be home around 6:30, honey. Would you mind going out and picking up some pizza for everyone?”

“Sure mom, no problem. I’ll bring it around 6:45.”



When the women got home, Azmath’s bike was gone. Rehana pulled into her garage. “Just bring everything into the house for now,” she said. “We’ll take it to your place later.” They filed into the house, arms full of bags and boxes, still a little tipsy from the wine. “I need some more wine,” Rehana announced after they set everything down.

Azmath arrived shortly thereafter with the pizza. He entered the house to find two women, giggling hysterically, sitting at the kitchen table. Azmath looked at the two uneasily. “What’s so funny?” he asked only to be answered with more giggles.

”Nothing, honey,” his mom finally managed to answer. After they finally calmed down, he joined them at the table with the pizza, and they all dug in.

“So, how was shopping?” Azmath asked. 

“It was great. We got some nice outfits. And almost everything was on sale,” his mom answered.

“Not to mention, we each got some really sexy lingerie,” Rehana grinned.

“Rehana Aunty,” Azmath gasped in mock horror. “You shouldn’t be telling me that.”

“First of all, call me Rehana. I’m not that damn old, yet,” she declared. “And second of all, why shouldn’t I tell you that. After all, you’re a grown man now, aren’t you?”

“Well, I suppose,” Azmath said, trying to figure out what she was up to. “Do I get a fashion show or something?” he asked with a grin.

“Maybe later. Right now, your mom and I would like to listen to some music. Could you please turn on the CD changer? And while you’re up, we could use some more wine,” she looked at Shabana and they both giggled.

They’re worse than schoolgirls, Azmath thought.

Azmath put on the music and poured them some more wine. “I just love this song,” his mom said just as he returned to the table.

“Well,” Rehana looked at him. “Aren’t you going to dance with her?”

“I can’t do that?” he answered.

“Why not?“ Rehana asked.

“Yes, why not,” his mom chimed in.

Azmath looked at the women, defenseless as they ganged up on him. What the heck, he thought. “Mom, would you care to dance?”

“Why, Azmath. How thoughtful of you. I’d love to.” She looked at Rehana and they both broke out laughing.

Taking his mom by the hand, he led her onto the living room floor. Hesitantly, he took her in his arms, not holding her close at all. “Hold her closer, Azmath,” Rehana urged. “She’s not going to break.”

Azmath looked in his mom’s eyes, sensed that it was okay, and pulled her closer. To his surprise, she responded by pulling closer yet, laying her head on his shoulder. “This is nice,” she purred. Azmath wondered just how much wine they’d had, as he felt her body pressing against his.

His eyes met Rehana’s as they danced and he couldn’t help but notice that her smile was just a little bit devious. At last he understood. Rehana was trying to get them to seduce his mom. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, not quite sure what to do.

“What’s wrong, Honey” his mom asked, looking in his eyes.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring into her eyes. “Nothing, mom,” he answered at last. “Everything is great.” He smiled at Rehana as he pulled his mom close, closer than before. He looked at her now as a woman, not as his mother, and he liked what he saw. He felt her breasts press lightly against him as they danced cheek to cheek. He allowed his hands to wander over her back, gently massaging her. He felt her sigh as she melted closer into his arms. He felt his cock begin to stir, and wondered if she felt it. He moved his hand down to her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. He felt her hesitate just as the song ended. She released him and backed away, looking a little confused. “Thanks for the dance. It was nice,” she told him sincerely.

He walked over to where Rehana sat. “May I have the honor,” he asked, bowing as he extended his hand to her.

“I’d love to, sir,” she smiled, taking his hand.