06-03-2023, 01:11 PM
Me, Kareena, and Priya fell into a conversation about their visit with their parents, and I mostly stayed quiet and listened, partially because that's what good husbands do while when their wife has a lot to say, and also due the fact that Kareena's bare foot was slowly, agonizingly stroking my cock through my pants. Slowly. Insistently. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation. I looked over at Kareena, biting her lip, unable to hide her wicked smile as she focused on pleasuring me.
"So Aunt Pammi didn't leave a will." Priya began, talking about her now late aunt, whose death had spurred this trip back home. "So most of our time was spent at her house, cleaning it out, donating stuff to charity."
"We did take some good stuff." Kareena interjected, digging a bit deeper into my cock with her foot.
"Well, I know it sounds bad, but it was kinda a lot of fun picking stuff out to take." Priya began, "but despite everything, she did have a lot of interesting things at her place."
"Like what?" I asked. As I did, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. As I listened to my wife, I slipped my hand into my pocket and took at my phone. I glanced at it and saw that I had a text from Kareena. I glanced at her as my wife kept talking, and her smooth lips curled wickedly. The text had only three words.
"Take it out"
As soon as my wife glanced away, I looked at Kareena pointedly, wordlessly asking if she was serious. But the glint in her eye told me she was. Without letting my wife see, I shook my head slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her foot dug into my jean-covered dick firmly, annoyed that I dare disobey one of her commands. Such entitlement. Such arrogance. God, this woman knew what I liked.
Knowing it was a phenomenally stupid thing to do, I pushed myself a little closer to the table. As my wife droned on about who knows what, I let one hand fall to my lap, and gulping deeply, not believing I was actually about to do this, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. Kareena's foot dug deeper, eager to have her bare foot against my bare cock. Kareena smiled wickedly as we shared this moment, my wife of course not noticing a thing. I reached into my pants and underwear and took a grasp of my throbbing cock. Having to shift my entire body to allow my cock to get freedom, I did so slowly, afraid this motion would be too obvious for any idiot not to notice. But not my wife, who kept speaking, smiling naively as she powered through her conversation. But now, my cock was under the table, exposed to the air, and very soon, my sister-in-law's insistent foot. I grunted as Kareena jammed her foot into my shaft, and smiling evilly at me, her foot stroked my thick cock.
I was barely listening to my wife, looking at her but not paying attention. I was biting my lip, sweat forming on my brow as Kareena's bare foot brought me more pleasure than my wife's vagina ever had. This situation was so wrong. So evil. So hot. It was a wonder no one had noticed.
I glanced around the room, and saw that the only one who seemed to be looking at us was our waitress, Shradhha. As soon as I looked over at her, she looked away, hoping not be caught. Kareena was right. Shradhha knew the score. She knew exactly what was going on here.
The fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted by what me and Kareena were doing told me she was on our side. Kareena's instant evaluation was completely right. Shradhha was a slut in waiting. And by studying Kareena, she was watching a master at work.
For a few minutes, I just smiled and nodded at my wife as her hotter older sister took me to the edge with her foot as she smiled smugly. This went on for a bit before Kareena spoke up.
"Did you ever go to Pammi Aunty’s house, Gaurav?" she asked perkily.
"Uh, what? Uh, um, no I never went there." I stammered, unsure of what Kareena was getting at.
"Oh, luckily, I took some pictures." Kareena said, her eyes flashing at me. Before I could react, Kareena removed her foot from my cock and stood up. For a moment, the fog of pleasure left my head. That was until Kareena sauntered over to me, phone in hand, her boobs jiggling as she moved. She kneeled next to me so she could show me these pictures.
"So Aunt Pammi didn't leave a will." Priya began, talking about her now late aunt, whose death had spurred this trip back home. "So most of our time was spent at her house, cleaning it out, donating stuff to charity."
"We did take some good stuff." Kareena interjected, digging a bit deeper into my cock with her foot.
"Well, I know it sounds bad, but it was kinda a lot of fun picking stuff out to take." Priya began, "but despite everything, she did have a lot of interesting things at her place."
"Like what?" I asked. As I did, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. As I listened to my wife, I slipped my hand into my pocket and took at my phone. I glanced at it and saw that I had a text from Kareena. I glanced at her as my wife kept talking, and her smooth lips curled wickedly. The text had only three words.
"Take it out"
As soon as my wife glanced away, I looked at Kareena pointedly, wordlessly asking if she was serious. But the glint in her eye told me she was. Without letting my wife see, I shook my head slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her foot dug into my jean-covered dick firmly, annoyed that I dare disobey one of her commands. Such entitlement. Such arrogance. God, this woman knew what I liked.
Knowing it was a phenomenally stupid thing to do, I pushed myself a little closer to the table. As my wife droned on about who knows what, I let one hand fall to my lap, and gulping deeply, not believing I was actually about to do this, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. Kareena's foot dug deeper, eager to have her bare foot against my bare cock. Kareena smiled wickedly as we shared this moment, my wife of course not noticing a thing. I reached into my pants and underwear and took a grasp of my throbbing cock. Having to shift my entire body to allow my cock to get freedom, I did so slowly, afraid this motion would be too obvious for any idiot not to notice. But not my wife, who kept speaking, smiling naively as she powered through her conversation. But now, my cock was under the table, exposed to the air, and very soon, my sister-in-law's insistent foot. I grunted as Kareena jammed her foot into my shaft, and smiling evilly at me, her foot stroked my thick cock.
I was barely listening to my wife, looking at her but not paying attention. I was biting my lip, sweat forming on my brow as Kareena's bare foot brought me more pleasure than my wife's vagina ever had. This situation was so wrong. So evil. So hot. It was a wonder no one had noticed.
I glanced around the room, and saw that the only one who seemed to be looking at us was our waitress, Shradhha. As soon as I looked over at her, she looked away, hoping not be caught. Kareena was right. Shradhha knew the score. She knew exactly what was going on here.
The fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted by what me and Kareena were doing told me she was on our side. Kareena's instant evaluation was completely right. Shradhha was a slut in waiting. And by studying Kareena, she was watching a master at work.
For a few minutes, I just smiled and nodded at my wife as her hotter older sister took me to the edge with her foot as she smiled smugly. This went on for a bit before Kareena spoke up.
"Did you ever go to Pammi Aunty’s house, Gaurav?" she asked perkily.
"Uh, what? Uh, um, no I never went there." I stammered, unsure of what Kareena was getting at.
"Oh, luckily, I took some pictures." Kareena said, her eyes flashing at me. Before I could react, Kareena removed her foot from my cock and stood up. For a moment, the fog of pleasure left my head. That was until Kareena sauntered over to me, phone in hand, her boobs jiggling as she moved. She kneeled next to me so she could show me these pictures.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)