Adultery Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989

[sarit11]

‘Then let them see all they want,’ she said, ‘and do this to their chonu (cock)’, while making the same jerking of motion I did, with a bold confidence, almost in a damn-care manner. What surprised me was that she actively used the word chonu, Bengali slang for “cock”, and made references to penises for the first time. She had turned a new leaf. ‘If people want to see, let them, but it’s you who I want and it’s you, who will get me.’ She said and again gave me a full passionate kiss while I was fondling her smooth ass. I was so happy of her admission and her declaration of bond with me.
After we broke our kiss, I said to her, ‘now for being such a generous and understanding husband, I deserve a kiss down there, the same magic you showed in the morning,’ and I chuckled.

‘Bastard,’ She replied and brought a cushion form the sofa onto the floor, immediately went down on her knees on it and unfastened my trousers and pulled them down with my boxers. My dick sprang free. She giggled and took hold of me, take and hard look at it from all sides and finally put me in her mouth. She like in the morning was much more controlled and seemed to know better what she was doing. It was a wonderful experience getting a blowjob standing up. After a while, I was at the edge and about to cum. As I told her that I was, she still held onto my cock head in between her lips like a loli-stick and in moments I came in her mouth and she held on. The surprised me thought that she would last time spray it rather than take it in her mouth, but from what I thought that it would make her T-shirt and the floor and everywhere else dirty and messy. What surprised me further was that she looked around with cum inside her mouth for something nearby to spit it out in. But then from not finding anything nearby resorted to swallowing the entire load.

I was just stood there with my cock hanging and jaws dropping of what she had done. My incredible wife could give porn stars a run for their money. After her swallowing she, licked my dick, cleaning it with her tongue. She looked up and saw my open mouth stare and giggled again, ‘I learnt these from the porn films we watch,’ she said and I groaned in that admission. She helped me pull my pants up and make me proper again. Then suddenly the bell rang. Shit I had forgotten that Anis was supposed to come. I told her that this might be Anis. She leaped from her position, and ran inside our bedroom, while I walked to the door I noticed she had forgotten to take her leggings, which was lying on the floor; I took it in my hand and opened the door.

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[sarit11]

Brev my tiger,

I get worried about you. You jump to the eventuality of cuckoldry each time. There is an entire spectrum of behaviour for sex outside marriage. From the occasional and impulsive act of cheating right upto the pervasive humiliation of the husband via sex with another man with swinging, open marriage arrangements etc in between. This is not counting the sub threshold lusting in the mind for the other man ( again a spectrum where the woman could be lusting for one or all the Hemsworth brothers or an aging Bob Dylan or a young Virat Kohli or a ambassadorial Rahul Dravid).

I only thought the husband in this story recognised that his wife was a lusty woman and thought the idea of his sexy wife with another, possibly sexy man would be an attractive idea.

But I agree with you that the only option for a reader is to say, bravo Mr Dhaka. Please roll on sir. We await your updates with keenness.

Seema

[longindian_axe]

This was my one of the most favorites from old xossip. but sadly it was left kinda incomplete.. Please complete it this time.. Would be so nice of you..

[iknowm]

TOO HOOT, TOOO GOOD

[Alvinthomas]

Nice one

[sarit11]

Seema,

I know you'll keep me on the right path!!
Of course, I am aware that sexual behavior outside marriage has many forms....but I gladly admit that my knowledge on this subject is wanting. Having read quite a few stories on Xossip, I do tend to jump to conclusions. There is a certain pattern to these stories and their corresponding popularity. Cuckoldism is a popular theme (you may already be aware of my views on this from my posts!).

As Mr. Dhaka points out, he hasn't yet got to the half way point yet. I will continue to follow the story and re- evaluate. As an emotional animal, some stories just get to me. I tend to change my views from time to time. (Just being normal!!)

Brev

[sarit11]

Continuation 3

I welcomed Anis in and that he brought dinner with him. We went and put it in the kitchen. Sahana came out wearing the same T-shirt she had on and a pair of twill khaki shorts that ended just under her mid thigh, it was modest alright yet a bit daring, nothing in the hot pants category. She went and hugged Anis and anis hugged her back patting her on her lower back this time and not on the upper back like he used to. Her hair was tied and it looked like she did not wash her face or rinse her mouth. We went into the living room. We asked Anis to sit for while and watch the television if he wanted as I needed to freshen up. I took Sahana with me to the bedroom, and then we both got undressed. I owed Sahana some relief. So I went down on her, trying all the techniques I knew. Then after a while she came, flooding my face. It did not take long, maybe because she was already on edge from our session before Anis came or that maybe because Anis was outside that it added kink to it or maybe it was both.

We both showered together and dressed. As Sahana was going to wear shorts and not leggings she was considering wearing panties, it was just her inner modesty trying to hold on to her. I said,’ You don’t need to, you already went panty less, and at home wear shorts without panties, why do it differently?’ At home with me she wore shorts and didn’t wear panties.
‘I just feel a bit shy. My knees, calves and part of my thighs, when I sit, can be seen,‘ she answered.
‘Nonsense,’ I said, ‘your knees and thighs showing have nothing to do with panties and wasn’t it you who said “let them look”,’ I assured her, ‘don’t sacrifice comfort for what others my feel. If you feel comfortable and look hot and sexy, then that is what matters. Anis won’t mind, I assure you.’
This was what she wanted to hear from me, some reinforcements. Although she has become bold and confident, some part of her still depended upon me to take such decisions. She wore the same twill shorts without panties and wore a blue plain top. The neck opening is slightly deeper than usual and ends one and half inch below her collarbones. The gold chain she wore could be seen going straight down to her boobs. IF her cleavage could be seen we could have seen the chain going into the valley between her tits.

Anis was pleasantly surprised when we joined him. Although he had seen a gradual improvement, he had not seen Sahana dress like this before. So we had dinner and decided to watch a movie. This was an English movie, 300: Rise of an Empire. We had seen the first part of 300. These types of movie were all action and were not complicated at all, good for group viewing. We knew it had Eva Green in it. I was expecting at least one nude scene. We hooked the laptop up to the television and started it and intro scenes were yet to start. We were sat the same way like last time, with me on one side, Anis on the other with Sahana in the middle cuddled up with me and her legs stretched out onto a sofa-stool. As she sat her short rode up about two three inches making her shorts almost look like hot pants, uncovering most of her thighs. I was glad, she made no attempt to cover and correct it. Her legs looked long and amazing, irresistible, as Anis was having a tough time looking away, glancing every now and then, and admiring it. Sahana also jokingly mentioned that she especially liked the previous movie because it was full of bare-chested men.

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‘We men would like to watch a movie like that then,’ said Anis.
‘How? Full of topless girls?’ I asked. Anis said a yes. We all laughed. ‘For that we have to watch porn or something like that man,’ I quipped.
‘The world is unfair. Girls get to see skin, we don’t get to.’ Anis remarked.
Sahana now looked at him, ‘Men are allowed to wear what they want, go topless if they like, but girls aren’t, so world is actually unfair for us girls,’ making a serious comment.

I interjected to make light of the topic, ‘my darling the world would pay to a lot of money to see you topless, I am not paying because I saw your “puppies” already but the world will.’ I and Anis laughed whilst Sahana play-punched me in the stomach.
‘Forget the world, I would pay to see her “puppies”,’ Anis joked with air-quotes with his fingers as he said it, and Sahana as a result play-punched him in the stomach as well, after which Anis and I high fived. I was glad they had such banter going. And that Anis knew he was fine with saying suggestive things about her body parts and same with Sahana not minding them, all in front of me and that I enjoyed it. When we settled for good I saw a smile creep up on Sahana’s lips.

The movie was on in full swing and we were enjoying it, with me arms around my wife with her leaning against me, my other hand on her thighs, sometimes resting, sometimes rubbing, and taking full liberty. All this action had not escaped Anis’s eyes as he glanced at her legs every now and then. In one point of the film, the hero Themistocles, and Eva Green’s character, Artemisia, met up one night and started to make out and go at it very roughly, then having sex and tearing each other’s clothes. Anis remarked that this is better that than porn. I said yes and agreed. Sahana was glued to the screen and said nothing, as Eva Green’s character was topless with her lovely tits out, being fucked from the back like an animal. After this scene was over we stopped the movie for a bit, take a break, have a stretch and go to the toilet etcetera. Anis uncomfortably got up and went to the washroom. He must have had a “stiffy”, the question was, was it for Eva or Sahana, or both, or watching Eva with Sahana?

After couples of minutes we all got back to the sofa about the start the movie again. Anis stated that it was unfair that he did not have girl to cuddle with while I had Sahana.
‘This is payback for the old days, bitch, when you and Fairia used to cuddle and make out, while I used to be just sat on my own,’ I retorted.
Sahana now pulled her head up from leaning on me and said, ‘Aww, Anis is being lonely, missing Faria, are you?’ and pulled his cheeks, after which she put her head on his shoulder, ‘you will have to do with my company for now,’ she said.
He had his arm around her, but the hand that I had on her thigh was still there. So he made a clever comment, ‘but he gets to do that, why don’t I get to do that?’ pointing at my hand on her thigh, with finger tips touching her inner thighs and started sulking.

She laughed and said, ‘in your dreams Anis, in your dreams.’ There was a sexual tension in the air. We were all feeling it.
‘Okay, “hand-jobber”,’ Anis teased and started laughing, referencing to her giving a handjob to her last boyfriend.
‘You bastard!’ Sahana called out, hitting him playfully in the stomach.
Anis mocked defending himself, trying to deflect her punches. ‘I think that guy is lucky that’s all,’ said while teasing her, ‘and that name suits you. I will call you that from now on, take it as a term of endearment, okay Hand-jobber’
‘It was just one bloody hand job! And Hand-jobber is a Term of Endearment?!’ she retorted and got up to her side with her knee and thighs on him from the side, raining mock punches on his stomach, chest and shoulder. He tried defending himself and before she settled had brushed and gotten a bit of a feel of her naked legs. He pleaded mercy and we went back to the same position as we were before, her legs straight on a sofa stool, her head on his shoulder and my hands on her legs.

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They stayed like that for the rest of the movie, with neither or them making any moves, my hand was still on her thighs, occasionally rubbing her and taking liberty. As the movie ended we got up, stretched, talked about the movie. After a while we were at the sofa again. I was telling Anis that since we did not yet have a honeymoon due to time and financial constraints. We were going to go to Bali next week. Indonesia/Bali gave Bangladesh Passport visa free access so it was easier for us to plan. He had been there already and was giving us tips and pointers on what to do or not. Then suddenly I wanted to play a game. Sahana was sat beside me, listening, I asked Anis, ‘dude, Sahana and I were speaking, and that I actually had purchased her few clothes for the trip. And a lot of this is very ne to her. Sahana and I was wondering what look would suit her. Care to give an opinion?’ Sahana was looking at me, confused what this was all about.

‘Sure’, he replied.
I asked Sahana to change into the clothes she might wear on the trip and model for Anis for his opinion. She immediately understood what I was banking on. I then led her into the Bedroom.
I made her wear a white tank top, with the same shorts she had on, with women’s converses on her feet. Although I tried convincing, but she wanted to wear a bra with it as it was a tank top and white in colour with a wide neck, and a hintof cleavage would be seen, although not too much, still she was not comfortable going braless. So I chose a black bra. At least have contrast. Then she added a bit of makeup, brushed her hair. I quickly went outside into the living room, quickly turned the lights on, sat on the sofa beside Anis and turned my camera, before calling her out, and she cat-walked out. I took pictures and came near us, gave us a twirl. Anis gave her his opinion.’ Outfit is good, tourist-like. But you could lose the bra, you know. Does not go with the outfit, it shows and honestly nobody in Bali would have a problem with you going braless.’ Anis was open and upfront. Then I kept the camera at a timer on the TV, made her sit between us and took a picture. Next item, I called out and led her into the bedroom.

I wanted this to be sexier number, so made her change her shorts into hotpants, denim hot pants that ended an inch under her seam. Although it covered all the important bits and was not outrageous. It did show her entire pair of legs. And they looked long. I made her go without the bra on the white tank top. As her areola was small, it wasn’t noticed much, but her nipples were pointy and made an impression on the fabric. Also the chain she wore went into her cleavage. I led her into the living room and took a few pictures. She modeled as did her twirl, showing us her ass in the hotpants and her long legs and then she turned to show us her braless tops. ‘Damn,’ Anis said, ‘your legs look long. Definitely wear this pair of shorts, a must.’ She smiled in response, he continued, ‘also a better choice to leave the bra, it’s going to be really hot there, and this looks better, you wouldn’t want to feel left out and out of place by all the western girls that go there and wear skimpy clothes.’ She nodded and did another twirl, then she again sat between us, with the camera on a timer, we took a photo. I led her again into the bedroom for the final item.

As I closed the door, she took my hand, told me in really sultry voice, ’let us end this for tonight.’ She was very turned on right now and probably wanted to have sex. I turned her offer down and told her that one more item is left. So next I made her wear a green tank top, it was tight and hugged her figure and especially her tits, this tank top had strappy shoulders. And the neck was wider so the top of the cleavage can be seen. On top of that, and made her wear black ankle boots instead of converse, Ankle boots might not be tourist attire, but it sure looked hot. The problem is she wore a bra with it, as again like all new beginnings she is a bit shy. So we went into the living room she cat walked and I took photos from all angles. Anis wolf-whistled and she enthusiastically giggled and made some dance moves. Her horny side had made her do the dances. ‘You look gorgeous. Nice boots and the tank top, wow, never knew you had it in you. You look ravishing,’ he complemented making Sahana blush. ‘but still something is not making this a complete package,’ Anis wondered.
I came to the rescue. ‘This,’ I said, as I unclasped her bra from her back, while she stood shocked, then took it out over her left arm and pulled it out of the other in one swift motion, leaving her braless as she grabbed onto her tits to not let the tank top move and kept her arms folded.

‘This is much better,’ Anis said, ‘Sahana you can have your hands down.’
‘But… but… my nipples show,’ she said, without a hint of euphemism. She had gotten bolder with her words.
‘Everybody has nipples,’ he said, ‘Now let us see if the outfit looks okay.’ She let her arms down and made sure her tank top looked proper. And yes her nipples showed, harder from the arousal. “Gorgeous and sexy,’ Anis said, his eyes bulging, feasting on her boobs. Sahana gave him thanks and went and hugged him while she was standing, bent at the waist. Her chain came out and Ali was treated with a shot of her dark cleavage valley up close. I, like a voyeur, took pictures. Then as customary, we took our group photographs, only this time Anis and I were sat on the sofa, with her on sitting sideways in my lap, holding onto around my neck and her legs stretched out over the legs of Anis, with Anis’s hand on top of her Knees and shin. This was probably the first time he had been allowed to actively touch her bare skin on her legs. After the shot, she with her legs on top of him dragged onto his lap, said thank you for the advice and gave him a hug while on his lap. He hugged her back as he held onto her waist and gave her his thanks for the show. After she got up, Anis sat on the sofa for a bit, presumably to make his hard on go away. Then as he was leaving, he yelled out, ‘goodbye hand-jobber,’ and left.

We immediately went into our bedroom and had incredible sex. Afterwards Sahana actually mentioned that her calves and thighs had felt something, his hard on as she slid onto his lap, She tried to ignore it, but it bothered her, so she asked if that is a bad thing that he was hard from the show and with her legs on his lap etc. I told her that it was natural for him to feel this way and that he was gentlemanly about it and also she should be proud she had that effect on him with such simple interactions, given that he had seen and done things with a fair few women. She looked as if she understood. I, also reminded her of what she said to me earlier that afternoon, that to let them see what they want and fantasize, but it was I who would be having her.

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[sarit11]

breville1
Ali is well aware of the effect on Anis. Clearly he likes showing Anis his wife. Anis was obviously hanging around outside the bedroom when they were plundering each other. They both got hot knowing that Anis was watching (and sometimes touching) her. So if Anis DOES something....where does this go?

Waiting in anticipation...

[sarit11]

Continuation 4

So Thursday came around, Sahana and I went shopping after work to finish shopping at the mall before our Bali trip. We brought more clothes for the trip and also for home wear. My parents had gotten us plane tickets as a gift. So we had dinner with Anis at a restaurant and got back late. We asked him to stay the night at ours as the next day was going to be a weekend, we could stay up late, play board games, have some drinks etc. Sahana was wearing skinny jeans and a chefdckered printed shirt. These days it became normal and staple for Sahana to wear western clothes. So after we got back, Anis and I sat back at the sofa, talked for a bit as Sahana went back to change. We spoke of the Bali trip, where we booked, how far the temples were and things like that. Sahana returned to our surprise wearing the hot pants and the spaghetti shoulder straps tank top she was wearing last night. She looked at us staring and said, ‘oh I was just trying to get used to wearing these, so that I am more comfortable in the holidays.’ We brought her excuse it seemed and asked no further.

We played our rounds of monopoly, with me being the winner of course. It was late.
As we sat on the sofa in the old arrangement with Sahana in the middle, we opened a bottle of wine and were sipping it. After various chats amongst us about Coldplay’s new album, Anis mentioned about our Bali honeymoon trip. ‘I remember my honeymoon trip. Faria and I went to Thailand and stayed at Koi Samui and Bangkok.’
‘Missing it much?’I asked, I know I shouldn’t have. He and Faria had issues. Now she was in Australia to visit her father, although it became better in the end, as they both talked their issues out.
‘Oh it was fun. We swam, dived in the sea. We shopped and partied. Faria was fun in those days. We experimented. And that time it was my birthday as well?’ He lamented.
‘Honey moon on your birthday? That would be special,’ Sahana added.
‘You know what I asked from her for my birthday?’ he said, dancing him eyebrows and giving us a evil grin.
‘What?’ Sahana asked with avid curiosity.

‘I asked her to wear bikini swimsuits on the beach and the pools,’ he answered.
‘Really?’ Both Sahana and I asked in amazement in union.
‘Yep. She did not at first, but it took some convincing and she finally agreed. She enjoyed it. Like I told you she was fun and liked to showoff back then,‘ he said.
‘Wow, I have never seen Faria in a bikini though. Shorts, tank tops, Crop tops etcetera, but swim suits? Never,’ I said, ‘would be awesome to see pictures though, don’t mean to be rude or anything, but Faria before she became pregnant used to look like the bomb. Well maintained, stylish and fit.’
‘I got pictures from the honeymoon on my phone if you want to have a look, come closer,’ Anis said taking out his mobile phone, I leaned with my hand on Sahana’s knees for support. Anis also did the same from the other end, leaning to the middle with his hands of Sahana’s knees for support. She paid to attention to it, it seemed, Anis’s hands on her bares knees have now become normal. Anis went to the picture gallery and got the pictures out. First few pictures were tame. Faria and him in Bangkok, shopping. In some of the Faria had been wearing shorts and off shoulder tops. But then in the Koi Samui pictures, Faria’s shorts became hotpants as she posed. One picture was simply had Faria’s hotpants clad ass. Anis and I laughed at this. It was refreshing to see Anis sharing his wife’s pictures with us like that. Then the next one showed Faria wearing a one piece swimsuit in what looked like a boat with diving gear in the background. Then the next picture showed Faria from behind stood up right, with her head turned towards the camera. ‘She looked hot didn’t she?’ Anis asked.

‘Damn right she did,’ I replied. It was true that Faria was looking hot in the picture, although the suit was kind of conservative as only the bottom of the ass cheeks were out on display and covered a lot of the back. I wanted to give him a bit of a boost and make him feel better. Sahana too chimed in and said that Faria looked confident and diva-like in this.
‘The next ones will blow your minds then,’ he said as he swiped to the next picture. This picture was visually more satisfying and blew our minds. I was seeing Faria in a new light. She was wearing a red two piece bikini, with the top being halter straps and top portion of her boobs could be seen and a panty bottom with frills on the top elastic. She was not very endowed in the boobs department but it looked pert. ‘This suit took me a lot of convincing, I had to buy her gifts for this suit,’ he continued. Then the next picture showed her from the back, they were at the beach with the sea in the background. Sahana whistled.
‘Damn, she looks fucking smashing.’ Sahana said, ‘that ass, oh wow.’ The bikini bottom at the back was more liberally and half of her of ass was on display.

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Truly it looked fantastic, ’dude you should be proud of that ass on her, coming from me who knew Faria for so long, never knew she had this in her,’ I said, as it was the truth and I wanted him to be happy.
‘Oh yes, I was so proud of her, people were looking and I felt so proud to be married to her,’ he said.
‘You liked showing her off like that?’ Sahana asked suddenly, although she meant no challenge it came out in that way.
‘What is the harm? Men were envious that I was married to someone that looked like that,’ he replied.
I interjected, ‘that’s the same things I say.’
‘And if she likes to show off, then we both are happy, isn’t it? He asked
‘Of course, of course,‘ Sahana said, ‘it’s just that all of this is very new to me. So don’t take it the wrong way.’
‘Look, I’m not, I get it. Also, if now my wife looked like you, I would still show her off,’ he said, complimenting her as always. Sahana giggled, eating the complements up. He the pointing towards her, said, ‘and you don’t look like you are shy anymore, Ms. Hand-jobber,’ teasing her. Sahana’s face changed, she handed me her wine glass to put it on a table beside the sofa, and then she sort of leaped on him to her side and punched him in the guts. ‘Why are you being violent? Ali your wife is being violent,’ he complained. I was laughing at this banter.
‘When will you stop calling me that?’ She demanded.
‘Calling you what?’ he mocked.

‘A handjobber,’ she said, being forced to repeat.
‘Look as a married couple you guys already had sex, and sex is very common, so that does not count, that leaves with Hand-jobs being your experimenting experience,’ he said, in a very academic manner, ‘until you level up, this name sticks.’
‘She already leveled up, her mouth did at least,’ I joked, laughing.
Anis gasped, ‘Ms blow-jobber?’ he said finally, and Sahana caught the drift and turned, getting up over me and raining her punches on my arms and shoulder.
‘Why did you have to say it to him? No more privilege for you,’ she argued, in between her jabs on my arm. She was not hitting me with force, just lightly for now, ‘now he will call me that ‘name’.’
Anis got up from the sofa, a bowed down, ‘sorry my lady,’ he said in English, in a fake British accent or Received Pronunciation RP, ‘forgive me for my transgressions. It seemed that you have misjudged me. As I said, they were Terms of Endearment.‘ Sahana stopped hitting me and looked at him to see why he was talking funny. ‘Look, enough with the British accent, I was just teasing you, all for fun. The thing is I am proud of you that you have changed in such a short time. As I have said before, I would have never imagined you like, so bold and confident. So, I am not thinking any less of you with the knowledge that you give blowjobs to Ali….’

‘Fantastic blowjobs,’ I butted in to make a point, receiving a reflex punch in the gut from Sahana to shut me up.
‘….yes yes, so I now think you should be proud of that change and return the blowjob privileges to my friend or else he will hate me. Okay?’ he said, now sitting down on the sofa. It was really sweet of him. I was glad that Anis was helping me in transforming Sahana. Without him, this might have been practically impossible.
‘Okay,’ She replied, smiled at him and then at me and gave me a passionate kiss, ‘privileges returned,’ She declared. Then she got up from my lap, went and sat on his lap, and gave him a hug. The hug looked much more intimate then before. His left hand rested on her back and his right hand now grazed on her thighs. ‘Your bed is ready in the guest room, have a good night. See you in the morning. ’ Then she broke the hug, leaned back, still sat on his lap. Looked at him and asked ‘did I cause that?’ pointing at his crotch area. He looked shocked and embarrassed at the same time. It was obvious he had an erection.
He made a feeble attempt with his head down, said, ‘sorry. I didn’t know. Sor..’
‘You don’t have to say sorry,’ she cut him off, ‘it’s not your fault, I know your wife is in Australia and all. It was my fault as I dressed like this.’ I was watching this master teaser do her mastery.
‘No no. You don’t have any fault.’ He said.

‘You are so sweet,’ she said and then she gave him a hug. After that she got up, told us to wait, and went our bedroom and back with a bottle of baby oil in her hands. ‘if you need anything to take care of that, use this,‘ she said, pointing at his crotch and handing him a bottle of baby oil. She had a twisted smile on her face. She had turned the table and now it was Anis who was embarrassed. She waived bye bye at him, then she pulled me up and was taking me to the bedroom.
‘Ali, you must return her the favour for her blowjobs,’ Anis shouted. He didn’t need to remind me to eat pussy, I was never opposed to it. ‘And thank you for this baby oil, Ms Blow-jobber,’ Anis continued behind us, as we got to our door.
Sahana laughed, not being angry like the last few times when he teased her with names. ‘Happy to help,’ She replied in English, looking back.
‘I’ll think about you as a sign of gratitude,’ he yelled across the hall, holding the bottle of baby oil up.
‘You are more than welcome to,’ she replied back and then shut the door.

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[longindian_axe]

keep posting please..

[sarit11]

Continuation 5

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I woke up to a blowjob by my wife. Her damp fresh showered hair falling all over my legs. She licked my penis for a minute, kissing and licking it all over. As I brushed her wet hair with my fingers, she looked up, took her mouth off, ‘oh you woke up,’ she said getting up, ‘now go get fresh and bring me some eggs.’ She was wearing a dark purple silk kimono robe that I got her yesterday, tied in a knot in the middle, the length ended just above the knee.

After I got back from the shop, I knocked on the guest room door to make Anis get up. Then when went to the kitchen, I found Sahana making coffee. I put the eggs on the table, went up to her gave her kiss. As I felt her up with my hands, I felt panty lines when I grazed over her ass. I was disappointed, but maybe alike always she needs time to adjust. Also she was wearing a bra. I let it go for now. She noticed the lingering of my fingers on her strap. ‘I still need to get used to wearing a robe,’ she said, ‘these things don’t stay in place.’ I sat down with coffee and looked at the papers and Sahana went into making omelets. After a while, Anis entered, wearing his T-shirt he wore last evening and a pair of boxers.
‘Oh sorry!’ He said, scratching his head, as he entered, still sleepy it seemed. ‘Usually I roam around in boxers at home.’
‘Don’t worry, you are fine,’ I said and so he sat down on a stool and poured himself a glass of water, drank it and then poured himself some coffee.
‘I’ll give you an omelet,’ Sahana said to Anis as she got a fresh plate infront of him, set the omelet on it and served it. Anis then rose from his seat and gave Sahana a hug. These hugs of theirs are a way for them to be intimate with each other.

As Anis’s hands roamed on her back, feeling the smooth fabric of silk, it stopped and then broke the hug. ‘You are wearing a bra? What happened to no-bra-Sahana?’ he asked, teasing her.
She brushed her hair, now drier, away from her eyes, looking absolutely pure and stunning and laughed. ‘I am still not comfortable with going bra-less in these robes. These robes have mind of their own and can open up,’ she said and then the bell rang, ‘also for that.’
I wondered who it was at the door. After opening the door, I saw Sahana leading Subhas-kaku into the kitchen. So this was the reason why she was wearing underwear. She these days had started subhas-kaku run all sorts of errands, he was happy to do them, as he got to see Sahana walk around, bend, and stretch infront of him. Also Sahana promised him some money for his efforts. She walked to the cupboard and went on her toes to fetch some paper and money. As she stretched to get the paper and money, her robe rode further up, leaving some parts of her thighs exposed and the silky robe dbang over her ass, taking its shape. Then as she got back to her feet, much of the robe that went upwards over the belt stayed that way and loosened around the waist , creating a gap around her neck and above her cleavage area. Subhas-kaku was enjoying looking at the hot high-class housewife infront of him. He probably never imagined women could look like this. Subhas-kaku greeted Anis and I, after he recovered from the distraction that was Sahana.

She handed him the paper and the cash and said, ‘Subhas-kaka, get me what is on that list, okay? Only five things in there and don’t forget milk, buy the Aarong packet ones.’
‘Okay, I will get them and definitely get milk,’ he answered. He emphasized on milk flashing us a smile. I knew what sort of milk he was thinking about. Then he left and shut the door behind him.
‘You’ve certainly made his day Ms Blow-jobber,’ Anis quipped, referring to Subhas, ‘I’m sure he has never seen women who looked like this ever before.’ I nodded in agreement. Sahana laughed and said nothing. After her dress had bunched up a little bit around the waist, Sahana did not bother to pull it down and fix it. She then sat on the opposite stool of Anis’s and started eating. He remarked, ‘Subhas-kaka needs baby oil now,’ and we all laughed.

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After a while, we all finished eating and sat around the table drinking coffee, Anis will leave for Turkey for a conference and will be back by the time we come back from honeymoon. Then I noticed Anis was staring at Sahana’s face and she said, ‘what are you looking at?’

‘Your lips,’ Anis said, and not in a romantic way. Sahana’s lips did look inviting and looked really sexy as they parted.
‘Uff! Not again,’ she said, having already caught the drift of what was to come.
‘I was wondering how they feel like as you go about your blow-jobber duties,’ he said in jest.
‘Keep dreaming, maybe you will need more baby-oil,’ she retorted, whilst getting up and taking all the plates away.

I and Anis was sat perpendicular to each other. Sahana came between us to take the plates away, I told her, ‘Now that Subhas-kaka is gone and you have already gotten used to the dress, maybe ditch the bra?’
‘Uff! Okay-baba, I’ll do it.’ Then she went into the bedroom, came back to the kitchen after half a minute. It was clear that her bra was missing; Anis patted her back and nodded in confirmation. ‘Happy now?’ She asked.
‘No, not quite,’ I said, as I grazed my hands, tracing her panty over her robe, then pinched and pulled the elastic from her left ass cheeks and snapped it back.
‘Ouch! You’ll tear it,’ she complained. She was worried about the elastic and nothing else it seemed. She just stood there. Maybe waiting for what I might do next.
I then did the unthinkable, I pinched the elastic from her ass again and held it, signaling Anis to get involved and take the elastic, I had pulled, between his finger tips. He took hold of the elastic in his fingertips and released. Snap! It hit her ass.

‘Ouch!’ she yelled, and trying to swat his hand away, late, as Anis already withdrew. ‘You bastard, it hurt,’ she said, making a sulking face at us, trying to gain sympathy, with her doe eyes.
Then Anis patted her left ass cheek for a second, as if to lightly massage it, making it his first contact with her butt. She said nothing as if this is nothing new. I just watched like an audience. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘but you needed some punishment for wearing unnecessary underwear amongst friends.’
‘Okay okay,’ Sahana said, and then walked away, with our eyes glued to her ass. She then walked three feet away from us, with her back turned towards us, she bent, then through her front-slit, took hold of her panties and brought them to her knees, stepping out of them and then tightened the belt at the waist. All with her back to us, so we saw nothing. But still she undressed in front of Anis. She walked back and put the panty on the table. ‘Happy now?’ She asked. We were chuffed. Our Jaw-drops had turned to a wide grin. Also this was the first time Anis was presented or ever saw her panties, fresh or used.

‘Ms Blowjobber you have outdone yourself,’ Anis said, with claps.
‘Thank you thank you,’ she said, bowing as if this was a stage performance, she was enjoying this teasing. ‘But Anis, you stink, you must have a shower. Go now. There are towels in the cupboard by the bed,’ she ordered him.
After some hesitation, Anis stated, ‘let me calm down first, it was quite a performance you gave just now.’
‘Why, do you need to use the baby-oil again?’ she asked, giggling like a little girl. Sahana, like the clever girl she is, she quickly caught on to it. Before Anis could answer, she took the panty in her hand, put it on top of Anis’s head, while Anis taken by surprise just sat there. Then she quickly, with her back towards him, sat on his lap and swayed her hips, grinding her robe covered ass into his boxer covered boner, like a brief lap dance, before getting up and waving her hands at us, saying that she needed to change and left. Anis just sat there for a moment or two, dumbfounded at what just happened. I must say even I was astonished and had not recovered for a while. Also, we were all sober, his hands on her ass and her brief lap dance was not some kind of alcohol fueled action. Then suddenly, Anis brought both of his hands on his boxers, cupping his privates, trying to suppress his boner and ran towards his room. Sahana must have felt his hard on. I was so turned on that I did not know how to take the event that just transpired. I realized something then that Anis was usually confident and quick, but when the joke is on him and he gets teased, like the brief lap dance he got, he gets tongue tied and his hands freeze. And on the other hand my wife has become a brazenly slutty and keeps calm and unfazed, controlled during such sexual moments.

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My wife came out dressed in shorts, that reached just above the knee and a sleeveless shirt, buttoned up with the top one button undone, modest compared to the things I have seen her in since yesterday. I went to have a shower. After I came out, I saw Subhas-Kaka, had come back. He was staring at the ground as Sahana stood by the kitchen table, checking the items with the list and prices. ‘Kaka’, she said, ‘you have brought 1 liter milk packet, I had asked you to bring two liters at least.‘ The work milk triggered something in Subhas-kaka’s brain as he stole a glance at Sahana’s boobs, a stealthy glance that did not escape my eyes. She then sat down at the stool, taking a second look at the list.

I told him, ‘Kaka, look, you must be more careful. Do what Sahana here ask you to, she is the head of this household,’ I said, smiling, ‘follow it word by word and she will give you reward for it.’ I didn’t know why I used the word “reward”, I just could have said “money”.

‘Ali-bhai,’ he said, ‘I have worked for your family for a long time, now I work in this building, you have always been kind to me. Sahana-Didi has also been very kind, calls me uncle. All the other rich people here treat me like I am nothing because I am poor and low class,’ he lamented, while Sahana put down a cup of tea on the table, signaled him to sit on the stool and he politely refused as it could be improper. But Sahana pulled the stool in, put her hands his shoulders and made him sit. ‘See, Ali-bhai, she is so nice and caring. I tell you, Sahana-didi is so beautiful, like Bombay actresses, that I will do everything she asks, no need money,’ he said. She blushed at that compliment; her hand was still on his shoulder.
‘I call you uncle; wouldn’t that make me your niece?’ Sahana said.

Subhas-kaka did not know how to handle her having her hand on his shoulders; he had never been touched by a high-class woman ever in his life. ‘Yes, yes,’ he said, laughing, ‘but I call you didi, elder sister. What will happen to that?’
‘Choose one,’ she joked, ‘either listen to what I say, as a elder sister or as a niece, and do all the favors I ask you too.’
As Kaka was already here, I wanted to use his service. His first job when he came to the city was at a barbershop, so he knew how to give a good massage on the shoulders and neck. My shoulders were a bit stiff since the last two days. ‘Kaka, now that you are here could you please give me a massage?’

‘Okay, Ali-bhai,’ he replied. He then downed his cup of tea, came behind me and started giving me a massage on my shoulders. He was an expert, knew where to push, where to pull and when. After a while, he got into the rhythm so well, that I was moaning from all the release, as if knots untangled in my back.
After it was over, I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and gave him a hundred taka note for his services. ‘Thanks Kaka, you hands are magic.’ Subhas-kaka took the note, thanked me, looked at it and flashed me smile.
All of a sudden, Sahana asked, ‘is his finger really magic?’ I nodded. She asked looking at me, ‘Will it be alright, if he massaged my neck and shoulders? I have bit of a stiff neck for a few days.’ She was looking for my approval, if it would be okay for her to get touched and shoulder massaged by a man who was in the status of servants. I wondered why she had a stiff neck, was it the ‘privileges’ she was giving me.
Before I could answer, Kaka protested, ‘how can that happen? You are a lady, it will not be proper for me, a man of my status to massage your neck.’

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I stopped him, ‘oho! Subhas-kaka, do not worry, she is like your niece just massage her the way she wants you to.’ Sahana’s eyes gleamed as this was the reaction she was hoping I would give. I was her aid in all mischief. She then told us to wait and went to the bedroom to came back a minute later.

‘Come-on, Subhas-kaka, uncles can give nieces neck massages, come-on hurry,’ She said, sitting on the stool, whilst tying her hair in a bun. She was wearing a buttoned up shirt with only the top button undone, so everything on her shoulders and around her neck was covered.
With a sense of hesitation Kaka went behind her. ‘Whatever you say didi,’ he said. With reluctance he touched the back of her neck and slowly put pressure on it. With one hand he would gently enter her hair, massage it, rummage through it, careful enough not as to untangle her bun. The other would work at the base of her neck. After a while like I had done, Sahana was making moaning and ‘cumming’ faces, which only I could see as her back was towards Subhas-kaka. He still looked as if what he was doing was not proper, that this was wrong. His stares maybe lecherous, his innuendos maybe quick witted, but when it came to action he was not a degenerate.

Suddenly Anis came into the kitchen, dressed and ready to go back home. Sahana looked like a deer caught in the headlights. What would Anis think that a man like Subhas-kaka was feeling up my wife’s neck? ‘What’s going on here?’ he asked Sahana. Upon hearing this Subhas-kaka withdrew his hand as if it was a reflex. It all happened in a flash.
‘Oh I had a stiff neck,’ Sahana said confidently, as if nothing was unusual, ‘did you know Kaka gives a mean neck massage?’
‘Now I do,’ he replied, ‘glad you are happy Ms Blow-jobber,‘ using his usual rhetoric to tease Sahana. She turned red, but then realized, Subhas-kaka does not know what blowjob means so all was well. ‘Okay,’ Anis said, ‘I need to head back home and take my car to the workshop. Goodbye guys, see you after I come back from Turkey. Good luck on your honeymoon.’
I got up gave him a hug, wishing him luck and then Sahana got up giving him a tight hug, with his arms around her waist and lowerback. He jokingly thanked her for the baby-oil, which it was on the bedside table and to save some for when he sleeps-over the next time. We all laughed. And then he left.

Sahana got back to the stool, opened a button from the top and pulled her shirts collar wide open up her collar-bone and shoulders as much as possible, and prompted Subhas-kaka, ‘Kaka, please go back to the massage, and get a bit of the shoulders as well, it hurts after I wake up.’ She looked inviting; her long chain could be seen disappearing into the abyss of shirt covered cleavage. As Anis left, she was much freer to tease the other person she liked to tease, Subhas-kaka. She had a bra on, as her straps could be seen. I was surprised that she was wearing a bra.
I think upon seeing Shahana and Anis hug, Subhas-kaka realized that these modern women did not mind when men other than their husband touched them, so why should he hesitate, if she wants him massage, he should, because now his hands didn’t look like there was hesitation as he went back to work, massaging the bare skin around her neck. He was still stealing glances from the top view of her cleavage and part of her thighs exposed from shorts riding up. His rough hands was really putting pressure and kneading her neck and shoulders, his dark skin contrasting hers. I was hard, I couldn’t see Subhas-kaka’s lungi only guessing that he was, but I knew Sahana was aroused as well. Because she had eyes closed, making her ‘cumming’ faces. Subhas-kaka, in effort to be a cheeky bastard, spoke to her, ‘Didi, your collar bones are really skinny,’ he said, rubbing her collarbones and front of her neck, careful enough not to go down. He also avoided going underneath the bra straps. But it still looked so erotic his hands were rubbing over her bra straps. If I could, I would have wanked myself off or made love to Sahana then and there. As she did not hear the first time and simply groaned, opening her eyes slowly, he repeated what he said earlier.

‘Oh yes, it is the way that I am,’ She said followed by a chuckle, ‘you said I look like Bollywood actresses, all Bollywood actresses are skinny like me.’ He then went both hands into her hair, kneading her head and opening her hair bun in the process, then giving her neck and head a serious rubdown, shaking her, with her hair going everywhere. After that vigorous rubdown, her hair and face looked like she just came from a getting a hearty, energetic fuck. The massage ended and Subhas just stood there while she recovered. After she recomposed herself with her hair all haywire, still looking sexy, she went to our bedroom, got back a crisp hundred taka note and tried handing him the note, her shirt not yet straightened.
He refused to take the money. ‘No Didi, how can I take money from a Bollywood actress? I was glad to do it. Please don’t give me money for it.’ Of course he was glad to do it. Who wouldn’t want to massage Sahana? Sahana patted his back saying thank you. He had his hands on top of his crotch area the whole time, even when he walked out.

Sahana and I had a sex session that afternoon, woke up, ate lunch, then we both went to the gym and at night had another round of sex. We were in constant arousal from all the things that was happening around us. We were looking forward to our Bali honeymoon.


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We landed on Bali Ngurah Rai Airport in the Monday morning. A car from the hotel picked us up and drove us straight to our hotel. We were tired as we had no sleep and had to get on the plane very late after midnight and then later take a connecting flight. But we still did not want to waste the day and decided to plough through it. As we got to our hotel resort in Nusa Dua, we discovered that it was the perfect fit for us. It was a villa, with a bedroom and a sitting space outside with tables. The bedroom had a bathroom and a toilet space, that was completely open and only a curtain to cover them. The bedroom had glass walls and a glass door that led out into sitting space outside and the pool. The glass walls and remote controlled door had electric curtains. There was another villa that was on the other side of the pool, like ours only inverted.

So for the first day, we changed and we went shopping as we wanted to get that out of the way, so we went to Kuta and looked around in the malls. Sahana wanted to buy Sarongs and I needed to get a pair of beach shorts as the pair I had was quite old. Although the prices were not exorbitant, they were kind of expensive. Sahana got a Green coloured sarong.

Seeing pictures Anis’s wife Faria in swimsuits that he made her wear for his birthday had given me an idea. On the plane ride to Bali, as my birthday was after next week, I told her that I wanted an early present and it had to be what I wanted. She gave me a confused look not knowing whether to agree or not before realizing what I was about to ask her. Maybe she thought of the same thing or had the same idea, I did not know, but she did not need me to spell it out to read my mind. She did not say yes or no and kept me hanging. But I kept trying to convince her, to give me a definite answer. I told her how she should experience different things like other tourists did and that she could always wear a sarong if she felt self conscious. I told her how one piece suits were modest and did not show much and would not be daring. Told her how in two piece suits, the bottoms were just smaller hot pants and that the tops were just T-shirts with mid-riff showing. She simply laughed and said nothing conclusive. So later in Kuta, I took the issue in my own hand. And after a while of shopping in Kuta, I took her to a swimwear store, holding her hand, not telling her beforehand where we were going and just entered. I found about the store in the internet and so it was not hard to find and the reviews said that it had all kinds of swimwear. I asked the store clerk to show us some styles. I wanted to ease Sahana in into everything. So I made Sahana try out a one piece suit and a two piece suit, while buying a third suit without her knowing. I told her that after wearing a one piece suit, if she felt comfortable, she could try the two piece suit. I made it sound that she had a choice. She was a person who liked running the show.

We decided that for the next couple of days we would get through all the tourist-things we had in our itinerary. Like visiting visit Obud’s streets and art galleries, watch Balinese Barong dance, visit Monkey temple, visit Uluwatu temple, and trek to waterfalls. And after all that was over we would simply chill in the swimming pool, get spa treatments, spend a day at the beach and go clubbing, that sort of thing. Sahana would wear shorts, denim hot pants with ends at the same height as the rise, short summer dresses for the rest of the trip. She even brought thongs so that the panty-line in her dresses would not be seen when she sat or bent over and that she just wanted to try thongs. She showed as much legs in these dresses as possible as her legs were one of her best assets. Also, most of the other female tourists were wearing relatively skimpy clothes. She had also worn TEE crop tops that showed six inches of midriff with denim hot pants when we trekked the Tegenungan waterfall. But as all lot of the female tourists were wearing swimsuits, so her attire was rather conservative. I told her, ‘see, nobody is being prudish over here, all the beaches, pools and spas are going to be like this.’ I suggested that the next time we go into the places with water; she could experiment with her clothing.

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We shared our villa space with another couple that lived on the villa opposite ours with the common pool in between. We bumped into them once as we were in our room and they were walking past. As to get out of their villa space, they had to walk past ours. Our villa, which was cheaper, was closest to the door leading out to the lobby. Of the couple, the guy, a white Australian was in his mid sixties, and the women, who looked Arab or middle eastern with a middle eastern English accent, was about in her early to mid thirties. Although, they introduced themselves as husband and wife, I felt fishy by the way they acted. Also they had a noticeable age difference. The guy, named Mark, was a charmer, really funny and friendly. He looked like one of those people whose age did not get in the way of an active lifestyle, but he did sport a ponch belly, whereas the women, Laila, looked like some light cream coloured goddess with a heavy top area, with a sharp nose and curly hair. She looked awkward when Mark told us that they were married and did not even give us courtesy smile. Maybe Mark was nervous, after seeing us brown Asian couple and upon introduction straightaway knowing that we were form Bangladesh, thinking that we may be conservative and think of them badly if we knew that they were not married or something like that. I noticed Mark eyeing up my wife. Who wouldn’t?


So after the days our tourist spree ended, we went to the beach near our villa. The beach was not crowded and was mostly visited by the residents of the nearby resorts. Sahana was wearing the one piece she brought here in Kuta, and wore a T-Shirt over the suit, so only the bottom half of the suit was showing. The suit was of an electric floral print. The bottom covered most of her ass only leaving bottom part of her ass cheeks out. ‘You like looking at those girls aren’t you?’ She asked, her head pointing at a trio of young women, possibly in their late teens or early twenties, wearing skimpy bikinis, with all three lying on their fronts on a blanket, soaking up the sun.
‘They do look nice, I must admit,’ I replied, ‘You would look nicer, miles better than them, if you loosened up a bit.’
‘Don’t get me wrong, I want to,’ she said, ‘but for a part of me, is still not easy. It’s a mental block.’
I nodded, ‘look at the girl in the middle,’ I said, ‘look at her ass; she is wearing a thong, putting herself on display. And nobody is telling her to stop and people walking past is drinking her view and is appreciating it. You don’t have to worry about loosening up here.’

She looked at me, took hold of my chin and said, ‘if you think I am going to wear a thong bikini, forget it. This is a public beach.’
‘What happened to the girl who told me “let the look for all they want”, what happened to her?’ I teased her.
‘Oh that… I was really horny when I said it and the thing is that for a Bengali girl like my word like ‘Bikini’ and ‘swimsuit’ create a barrier that is hard to overcome.

Then she took her sarong from her bag, tied it round her waist, and took her T-shirt off, leaving her top half of her suit out in the open. Its neck was round cut and deep and showed a lot of cleavage. She was going at it step by step. Also, I discovered that my wife was not into the idea of exhibiting herself to complete strangers. She liked the excitement and taboo of showing off to person she knew or met. So a random beach unveiling was not exciting her.

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To our rescue, Mark and Leila, our neighbor showed up, waived at us from a distance and came towards.

‘Hey fella,’ he said and came and shook my hands, and went and took my wife’s hands for a shake and gave her a kiss on the cheek, the way usually westerners did. On the first day we met, he just shook hands with Sahana, maybe unsure how a Bengali woman would take to being kissed on the cheek. But now that he saw her in her attempt at a swimsuit, he felt maybe she would not mind, I thought. And not surprisingly, she did not show any sign of discomfort with the kiss. A just shook hands with his so-called wife, who was wearing a two piece bikini, where her top was a bit small for her boobs, and lots of side-boob was showing with a much revealed cleavage. I loved how free this woman was.

We were speaking to them about the things we did in Bali the previous day and set up our blankets. They asked if they could join us as they knew no one else. I happily agreed. On mine and Mark’s trip to get beer we left the women to set things up and have a chat, while we men talked about what we did and everything else. Mark was an Engineer who owned an Engineering firm and who recently retired with a butt load of money, leaving the business to his son, and now was just spending it as on vacations and traveling. I did not probe about his marriage to Laila. He was very frank and joked a lot, commenting on the scantily clad young women that were lying on the beach and that how wants to be young again to be with girls like that. ‘Laila is very beautiful,’ I said jokingly, ‘you should be happy with beautiful Laila, and not look at girls so young.’ And we laughed.
‘Haha thanks, your wife is also beautiful my man,’ he said, ‘you should consider yourself very lucky, very lucky.’ I saw genuine honesty in the way he complemented my wife.

After we went back with beers for everyone, we met the girls where we had left them; they were now sitting on the blanket. Laila did not care about modesty as she was sat with her legs spread. I tried my best not to look down there. Mark then started a conversation with my wife about how beautiful the beaches in Nusa Dua are and how relatively less crowded they are. Then he said, ‘you know, I was just telling your husband, how beautiful you are and that he was lucky,’ laughing, casually flirting with her. She blushed.

After a while of chatting, with Laila actually joining in the conversation about the beaches in Syria where she is originally from, Sahana got up and took her Sarong off and stretched with her hands above her head and sat back down. Having Mark around made her exhibitionist mojo back and also maybe she did not want to be so outdone by Laila. Mark focused on Sahana’s swimsuit material, ‘what material is this? Looks pretty fancy,’ he said, as he extended his hands to about to touch it, stopping. ‘May I?’ he asked first looking at me and then at her seeking permission. She looked at me, looking straight at me and nodded a yes. I was not surprised. Mark extended his hand further and lightly grazed her stomach area, ‘fantastic fabric, so smooth,’ he said.
‘I chose that for her,’ I said, trying to take credit.
‘Good choice,’ he commented and then grazed his hands down to her hip, near her groin area and two of his fingers went under her suit and held the suit material between the thumb and fingers. He was holding it and looking at it, as if he was inspecting it like an expert. Sahana wasn’t minding any of this and so wasn’t Laila.