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

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The next day I was in office, I received a Whattsapp message from Anis, in our Whattsapp group consisting of Anis, Sahana and me, asking how our Bali trip was and that he was still in Turkey would miss my birthday as he might not be able to come later this week on the Thursday. I really wanted him for my birthday, but work was work. I replied that our Bali trip was great and that we were excited to see him and that we would miss him for my birthday. He apologized and then sent us a picture of him beside a beautiful scantily clad belly dancer, in what looked like a restaurant-club. He then asked me what I wanted as a present.

I wanted to share a picture of Sahana in a swimsuit, but then decided against it, even though it would be fun, I did not like the idea of having her picture with someone else, and a picture she herself did not share.

So in the evening as I reached our apartment building, I got a call from Sahana asking where I was, I told her I was downstairs heading to the lift and dropped the call. After a while as I got to our lift I saw Subhas-kaka had come to the lift too and that he was heading to ours. I was more convinced now that she had only told him to come when I would be in the flat and did not want Subhas to come to our house without me being there. He greeted me, but seemed awkward. He probably still was not comfortable it seemed. As we were going up the lift, I asked, ‘Subha-kaka, you look at uneasy.’
‘Ali-bhai… you are right, what to tell you. I was nervous all day. I know what is happening is not normal. Maybe you think bad of me,’ he said non-stop,
‘Don’t worry kaka, if she is fine with it, I am fine with it, we are very open minded couple. So don’t worry,’ I said, trying to make him at ease. I didn’t at the time know what I meant by “if she is fine with it” and “very open minded couple” made him think. I just said it.

Then we reached our floor and Sahana opened the door for us. She was wearing an olive green mid thigh length pleated skirt and when she stood covered more than her hot pants ever did. But as it was a pleated skirt I knew it could do more of a magic. On top she was wearing a cream coloured top which hung down from her boobs and ended just under where her skirt waist started. The neck was wide, although showed little cleavage, the neck and shoulder are bare due to strappy shoulder straps that tied at the back of her neck. I knew Sahana had a special liking for thin strap tops, but tying behind the neck was new. From the material it was evident that she was not wearing a bra and hint of her nipples were showing.

As we went inside, she gave us a twirl, as if wanting compliments. Before I could say anything, Subhas said with a grin on his face, ‘Didi, you look like fashion model from tv.’ That cheeky bastard was sinking in the compliments.
‘Really?’ she asked, acting surprised, giving us her broad smile. I realized the pleated skirt rose couple of inches when she twirled. Although we Subhas-kaka had seen most if not all of her thighs, there was a certain thrill in her thighs peeking out from her skirt.

Like yesterday, they got down to the massage. And as usual she was lying down as he tried to work on her back and shoulders. Then as he was having problem rubbing her neck due to the tie. Then suddenly she put her hand backwards and untied the knot behind her neck. If she got up now, the entire top would slide down off her leaving her topless. She was now entirely comfortable with him, if he went under her top to rub, she would have allowed it, but luckily his sense of modesty was not allowing him to go under her top. After he rubbed her entire back with his dark podgy hands, he rubbed her arm and armpits. She squirmed and giggled as he poked and prodded her armpits. He then again started rubbing her entire back up and down, making her lower back exposed as the material hung loosely around her body. He did not bother to pull the top down, but rather massage her exposed lower back, pushing the top further up to her mid back. Sahana made no objection, but gave out low moans. After a while, Sahana wanted to flip over onto her back but halfway realized her top was untied and she caught her top, sat straight, hands still holding onto her top and shyly like asked him to tie her top at the neck. I was thinking if this near accident was intentional or had she truly forgotten about her top being untied. He clumsily went behind her and took the strings trying to tie them, but after several trials of pulling them up too much or too little, he tied them loosely as she gave up trying to instruct him. Now the upper portion of her boobs was coming into view and her long chain could be seen going into her cleavage. Their entire act was happening with such innocence and naivety that anyone would question the sexual tension and nature of it all.
‘You tied it so loosely,’ she said, ‘see…,’ looking down at her boob area, drawing our attention.
‘Sorry Didi,’ he replied, ‘will I tie it again?’
‘No need,’ she said, and started laid down on her back.

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He started to massage her neck and upper chest area, carefully avoiding any boob-contact, going under the strings every now and then. Then he went down to her sides, around her boobs, rubbing his hands slowly downwards, first one side then the other, to her stomach area, where the top had slipped upwards. He massaged her stomach, paying close attention to her navel.


I noticed that she had spread her legs ever so slightly. This I knew was a reflex from her getting aroused. He kept his hands below the breasts as he worked his way up her stomach. From him being so close to her, he surely had not missed her rock hard nipples poking through her top, as her chest heaved. I loved the fact that she nowadays mostly went braless. I looked at his face for a bit to find that he was trying to avoid gawking at her chest.
He then proceeded to do the front of her legs. As he got to her knees and above, he kept his hands over her skirt, making it difficult. She then pulled her skirt up until the hem was two inches below her crotch, giving him access to her. With her legs slightly spread, from an angle he would have seen glimpses of her underwear covered crotch. I was sure she was wearing panties. This time with her spread legs he massaged the insides well.
In the middle of his thigh massage, he said in a serious tone, ‘Ali-bhai, I forgot to tell you, I had a serious argument with the two guards of the building. You must take action.’
‘Why?’ I asked.

‘They were telling bad things about Didi.’
My ears suddenly got interested, ‘what did they say?’ I enquired immediately. I could already guess what they were
He looked hesitant. ‘Ali-bhai… They said bad things about her, about her body… you know things I can’t say. ’
Even Sahana was interested, although given it was about her, she should be, saying, ‘come on Kaka, you can tell us.’
‘Didi, Ali-bhai, I am too embarrassed to say them...,’ he said.
‘Kaka, we must know, what they say behind our backs,’ I demanded.
He got scared for a bit it seems as he took his hands away from her. ‘Ali-bhai... okay… wait… I will be back in a minute,’ he said, getting up and walking to the door. I was surprised he did not have a boner. Maybe he started to wear underwear. If I was in his place, I would have started wearing one as well.

As he left, I went up to her and started caressing her and turning her around, as she said nothing. She was now on her front and I started to put my hand inside her skirt and over her panties. She moaned as she let me work over her wet panty covered pussy. She was horny and ready to fuck, but Subhas was coming back and her massage was not over, so I kept her hanging. After a while he returned. Before he closed the door, I took my hand away and pulled down the hem of her skirt. Subhas-kaka came straight to where he was the last time and handed me his mobile phone, from what it seemed he had gone down o his room to fetch his phone. It was a cheap phone with a colour display.
‘Ali-bhai, hit the play button,’ he said resuming his massage, on the back of Sahana’s legs, starting from the bottom. Sahana had not said a word since the last four to five minutes. She had her eyes closed.

I fiddled with the phone for sometimes and then I hit the play button and a recording started.

- ‘Oh Subhas why are you so upset? Are you a man or not?’ This voice I recognized was Salam’s, the morning shift guard.
- ‘Aha, Salam, Subhas is a man. But I think he is in love with his Sahana-didi, which is why.’ This Voice I recognized was of a driver that drives for the flat below us.
- ‘Don’t be stupid you two, why will I be in love with her, she is as young as my daughter.’ This voice was of course Subhas-kaka’s.

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Subhas-kaka was in the meantime up at massaging the back of Sahana’s knees, questioning whether to venture upwards under the skirt. I paused the recording and I without any hesitation pulled the hem of the skirt upwards till in reached under her butt region, exposing her entire legs. I noticed Sahana had opened her eyes and trying to look back at what we were doing. He, Subhas, as her thighs were uncovered, started going up her thighs, massaging it. Then I pressed the play button.

Salam: Dhur! Forget your daughter-water. Forget age, how is she like your daughter? Did you look at Sahana’s figure?
Tarek: One look at that figure I would forget who she is. Oh god… that figure. ..
Salam: Listen Tarek, once I went up to her flat to hand her the electricity bill. You know what that slut was wearing . A skirt tight leggings and a T-shirt. The leggings you could see her entire leg’s shape and inside T-shirt I was sure she was not wearing a bra.

Tarek: Really?
Salam: Really. And you could make out the nipples if you looked at her breasts hard enough. And oh boy she gave me ample time to look at her breasts. She was reading the bill while I was standing outside while the door was open.
Tarek: You lucky bastard.
Subhas: Stop this discussion, guys.
Tarek: Shut up Subhas-da!
Salam: Damn, she was hot. Her tits, under that T-shirt looked marvelous.
Tarek: They are like juicy mangoes.
The reference Tarek made to Sahana’s tits being akin to juicy mangoes—the best comparison in my opnion—suddenly made Sahana giggle. She found it funny and so did I. This made the environment a little lighter and even Subhas laughed too.
Subhas: How can you describe her like that? She is a respectable woman.
Salam: Oho! Subhas, you see her a lot as you go up to her flat. Tell me honestly, do you not think, her tits are like juicy mangoes?
I paused the recording. I wanted to play a little game. ‘Sahana, could you please get up?’ I asked her and she did get up and faced us, with a comfused look on her face, while Subhas pulled his hand back. ‘Now Subhas-kaka, tell me, are they correct?’

‘Correct about what Ali-bhai?’ he said. Even he had a confused look on his face.
‘Her chest,’ I said, pointing at her breasts covered by her top, ‘are they like juicy mangoes?’
Sahana immediately started blushing, becoming scarlet on her cheeks. ‘What the hell are you saying Ali? Stop it,’ she said, slapping me on my shoulders. From the look on her eyes, I could tell it was playful. She really did not mind.
‘How can I say such things about Didi, Ali-bhai? I feel embarrassed,’ he said, looking downwards.
Then I saw a playfull smile flicker across Sahana’s lips. ‘I am a bit self conscious about my doodh (translation: milk, tits),’ she said, looking at her tits, touching them lightly and pulling gently at her top, grazing the material of her top over her nipples. I never expected her to use words like ‘doodh’, which literally meant milk and was an informal and street term for tits, and rather use a more formal term for it or allude to it. But, I knew that Sahana had come a long way and enjoyed teasing and making Subhas uncomfortable. ‘Forget Ali, he is my husband, he will say anything to make me happy. But Kaka, you are an honest man, do you think my chest, my ‘doodh(s)’ are like juicy mangoes, like they are saying?’ She asked with her doe-eyes at him.

‘Didi… Didi,’ Subhas-kaka as usual hesitated, but he was now staring at her boobs.
‘Subhas-kaka, you can stare at it, but can’t talk about it, why?’ I asked, mocking him. He had an awkward half-smile.
‘Ali is right,’ Sahana said, ‘Kaka, you can call my ass apples, but when it comes to my “doodh”, you swallow your tongue. You can tell us.’ She looked at me and I all I saw was a mischief. This was probably the first time she was talking about her body to anyone else other than me, so openly.
I got tempted and reached for her mammaries and she playfully slapped my hands away.
‘Didi…’ he finally said, ‘how can I say? Your those… ‘
‘My what?’ she asked, teasing him.
‘Your chest, your doodh, are like juicy mangoes,’ he replied, ‘that Tarek and Salam, total lecher bastards they might be, but are not wrong.’
‘Really?’ she enquired, looking down at her boobs.
‘Yes Didi, they are like mangoes,’ he said, laughing, ‘you are like a fruit basket now, apples down there and mangoes up there.’ We all laughed at that, at last he was relaxing.

I reminded them that they had a massage to finish and Sahana again laid down on her stomach and Subhas rolled her skirt hem up himself until it reached her butt cheeks and started massaging her thighs. I was surprised he had no hesitation this time. Then I pressed play to listen to the rest of the recording.

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Tarek: Salam, forget this man Subhas-da, he will not say, [Then there was giggling]

Salam: Tarek, so that day I got a fine look at her longs slim legs and her ass. Damn man, it would drive anyone mad. A sniff and a touch of it can raise a dead man. [There was more laughing]
Tarek: She probably likes getting it from the back like a dog from that husband of her.
Oh god! I was probably sporting one of the stiffest erection of my life listening to low-class assholes describe my wife in such a vulgar tone. I glanced at Sahana, she had her eyes and mouth open as she was getting massaged on her thighs.
Salam: Damn! That husband is lucky he gets to fuck her ass all the time. If I was him, I would not let her rest and fuck her always.
Subhas: Stop it guys! Enough! They, both Ali-bhai and Sahana-didi are respectable people.
Salam: Arey Subhas. All the men in the building from servants to flat-owners lust after her. Don’t tell us you don’t.
Tarek: Yes Subhas-da, if she comes onto you and sits on your lap, will you not touch her ass and then fuck her?
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The recording ended before the part Subhas would have answered. Maybe he did not want for us or indeed anyone to hear the answer. If I asked him, he would probably deny it. Suddenly I heard low moans coming from her. She was as horny as I was, probably more as she was getting a massage treatment pretty close to her sex. I wanted to capitalize this situation and I knew she would not mind, and take our game a bit further.
‘Sahana, why did you wear a skirt?’ I asked her and she looked back
‘Why? What’s wrong?’ She asked in return.
I put my hand on her skirt covered ass, grabbing her right buttcheek over her clothes. ‘It will be hard for Subhas-kaka to massage you over the skirt, as the material is thick compared to your shorts and you won’t feel his hands at all,’ I said.

‘You are right,’ she said, ’Ali will it be alright if I pull my skirt up and he can rub me over my panties? I want a good massage you see.’ I was looking at Subhas when she was talking, and with the mention of the word ‘panties’, his face lit up.
‘I think it should be alright,’ I said. I didn’t think she would have agreed so easily, I was expecting her to mock protest and detest the idea.
She then pulled her hands back and tugged at the skirt, bunching it around her waist leaving her ass exposed with only panties to cover it. It was a modest pair she was wearing, more modest than her recent collection; now, most of her ass was covered except for the bottom of her ass cheeks. ‘Kaka,’ she called, in her sultriest of voices, it was not fake, she really was horny, ‘massage my apples; I won’t feel a thing over the skirt. So please don’t mind, don’t think bad of me, your older sister, please,’ she said.
‘Didi why? How can I think bad of you? Wherever you want, I will massage you there,’ he said, in a very serious manner, with his head shaking. Then he slowly edged his hands up her legs to grab her butt, one butt cheek at a time, massaging it like he did on his previous sessions.
‘Oh! You know magic Subhas-kaka,’ she called, ‘it feels amazing and so relaxing,’ between soft moans.

My wife, who once asked me if it was okay to hug another man, was now openly appreciating a man of lower social status mauling her ass. I was proud how sexually open she became. I then noticed Subhas-kaka took his right hand away for a second, quickly adjusting himself in his crotch area and again getting back to his work. I was impressed with the patience and goodness he was showing, never had he done anything that was not consensual on Sahana’s part. I loved how he would trace his hands over her exposed part of the ass cheek and then grab one ass cheeks with both hand and press into it, his fingers touching her ass crack over her panties, intentionally or unintentionally, I did not know. The contrast of his dark hands on her pink cotton panties and her fair butt was a sight to see. I was having the desire to whip out my cock and fuck her right there, as my hard on was making it very uncomfortable to sit on the ground like that for long.

‘Didi,’ Subhas said, ‘I was hoping you would wear your thongs,’ laughing.
Sahana then twisted her body, turned back, while still half lying down, with her right hand on the mat for support, hit him playfully on his arm and then laid back down again, she had a smile on her face that only I could see, as she laid her head down on the mat, her head facing me. ‘You naughty man!’ she voiced, her tone indicating a playful manner.
‘Sorry Didi, seeing you like this in your pink panties, looking like “Hollywood actress”, so I get tempted to make jokes,’ he told her, complimenting her on the side. I was taken by surprise at his audacity. Maybe he was emboldened by how we had let him touch her panty covered butt. The thing that was commendable about him was that he was not going under her panties yet, something that would have been hard for me to control, if I was in his place. She said nothing in return only to make grunts and “hmm” for the next minute.

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All of a sudden, she told him that it was enough and ended the massage and Subhas retracted his hands like a obedient boy. She then turned and sat upright with her skirt still bunched up at the waist, giving us her frontal panty-covered pussy view, to Subhas-kaka for the first time. My shameless, beautiful wife did not probably realize that her panty crotch area was wet and it was if someone looked hard enough, and both Subhas-kaka and I looked hard enough. After she composed herself, she left the mat and went and sat on the sofa, covering herself in the process by pulling her skirt down. She had done it so casually as if having her skirt bunched up at her waist was a normal thing. I too followed her and sat on the sofa.


‘Kaka, the massage was wonderful,’ she said, ‘due to running and exercising regularly, I need such massages. I hope you don’t mind giving me your services every now and then.’
‘Didi, I thank my luck that I can be of service to you,’ he said in his usual modest way.
‘What he means is,’ I intervened, ‘is that he gets to touch you in places that the idiot guard and driver are dreaming of.’ I placed my hand on her left thigh and slightly pulled at them, trying to spread her legs to give him peeks at panties he had already seen. ‘Am I right?’ I asked Subhas.
As soon as I asked that question, Sahana elbowed me, making me cough. ‘Ali, behave!’ she said. Anyway she was right; too much banter with Subhas-kaka types was not a good idea. I needed him to still respect me to some extent.
Subhas-kaka gave us a sly smile. ‘Ali-bhai, you are making me shy,’ he said, ‘of course it is true, those foul-mouthed lechers would die of jealousy, if they got to know.’

‘And you would keep it that way,’ I warned him. The good thing was he feared our family to a certain extent. He used to see MPs and ministers dine at our home when he used to work for us.
‘Of course Ali-bhai, I was a loyal servant back in the day, so I won’t change now,’ he assured us.
I looked at him, straight in the eye, ‘why did you make us listen to the recording Kaka?’ I asked.
‘Ali-bhai… Ali bhai I wanted to make sure you knew what these character-less men say behind everyone’s backs. So that Didi and you are careful about them,’ he replied.
‘Hmm,’ I expressed, somewhat satisfied with his answer.
To change the mood, Sahana spoke up, ‘so what do you want in return for the service? You see I don’t like owing people.’

Giving up trying to be modest, as Sahana insisted payment be made, Subhas-kaka started thinking. I was wondering what he might ask. ‘Didi,’ he asked, ‘you know Ali-bhai said that you are a dancer…’
‘I wasn’t a dancer, but I learned how to dance,’ she corrected him.
‘Yes, yes, that. I was wondering if you would dance for me,’ he said, ‘I just wanted to see how you dance.’ Subhas, that sly dog, had some brain in his upper chambers, I thought.
‘Kaka,’ she said, ‘I can’t do that. Besides, dancing is a lot of effort. On top of that what sort of dance? I don’t know.’ I saw Subhas-kaka’s face droop in disappointment and sadness.
‘What do you mean, you don’t know?’ I intervened, ‘Kaka had made such effort for you to feel good, just give him a dance, and dance a bollywood number.’ I tried to sound casual, as if it wasn’t a big deal, rich housewives dancing for low-class caretakers. I also said to “give him a dance”. I didn’t know why said that.
‘Are you sure Ali,’ she said, looking into my eyes.
‘Of course my love, look at how Subhas-kaka’s face has lit up. Look,’ I told her, lightly patting her shoulders. Subhas’s face had actually lit up.
‘Okay, Kaka,’ she asked getting up, ‘you will get your dance. What song do you want?’
‘Anything you want Didi… A Bollywood song maybe,’ he said.

She left for our bedroom, instructing Subhas-kaka to move the mat to clear the space and have him sit up against the sofa on the carpet. Our society had a massive class system. Servant-types did not sit on sofas and then we waited for her.

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After a while, she came out. The outfit being the same, the top and the skirt folded at the waistband pulling the skirt up few inches, with brown high-heeled-ankle-pumps added to the ensemble. Her heels made her strut really strong and her legs look long. She walked over to us like runway models and handed me her phone and a JBL speaker. ‘Press play,’ she instructed me and went to the centre of the room. I could not see the expression on Subhas’s face, but there was no doubt he was enjoying this. I pressed play and a song started, the opening few bars played and I recognized that song: BABY DOLL from the film Rangini MMS 2. It was very popular song. I was sure Subhas had heard it too.

She then gave us a cock-stirring smile and started swaying her hips to the beat. ‘Have you heard this song before Kaka?’ she asked him, teasing him.
Kaka could only nod. Yes.

She sang the song as she danced, her legs spread and knees slightly bent, sometimes thrusting hip movement or gyrating her mid-hip area. Her flimsy top fluttered as she moved, giving us glimpses of her navel and tummy. Although we had already seen it today, the momentary flicks added to the sexiness and made it thrilling. I wish I could have seen what Kaka’s face looked like as he was devouring the scene infront of him.

She then spun around and showed us her back and danced for sometimes, switching between shaking her ass, gyrating her hips and mildly twerking (not lowering her ass all the way), legs spread and knees bent at an angle like before. She then turned back and danced near to where we were and started repeating what she had been doing. This time her hands were inside her top, caressing herself, her eyes closed, in what looked like a dance of seduction where it was the dancer was getting turned on.

Since Subhas-kaka was sitting on the carpet, his back against the sofa and Sahana was dancing in front of him an arm length away, from his vantage point he could have possibly seen up her skirt as she danced and her skirt flopped around. Then she did the unthinkable, she turned giving us her back, with her legs spread about a foot and a half and her legs straight, she bent down with her ass still shaking-swaying with the beat. This display was all for Subhas-kaka and I could see from the sides that his jaw was the floor as she was openly staring at her ass swaying and her long legs accentuated by the ankle-strap heels. From my angle I could see the underside of her boobs through her top as it hung and slid as she bent down. I wasn’t sure if he had caught the sight of her under-boob or not. Before the song was about to end I took out my phone and quickly snapped couple of photos of her bent down and had purposefully left Subhas-kaka in the frame as this would add to the risqué factor of the picture. Then gradually the song ended as she was still bent down.

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‘Wah Didi Wah! So great,’ Subhas-kaka said, clapping enthusiastically.

Sahana needed a bit of time to recover as she straightened, caught her breadth and sat down on the sofa. Beside her was Subhas-kaka on the carpet and on the other side it was me. ‘Really, was it that good?’ she asked, smiling. She knew that answer.
‘What kind of question is that? Of course, Didi, you are better dancer than these bollywood dancers,’ he complemented, looking at her from where he was sat. Her legs were brushing his shoulders now.
‘Thank you. But dancing in heels is uncomfortable, pain starts to come after a while,’ she told him, stretching her legs towards him.
Already anticipating what she wanted, he took her left leg in his arms, with her heeled feet on his lap he started massaging it tenderly, going up and down and up and down her legs, lifting in from the sofa to get better access to her thighs, in the process of getting, what I was guessing, was a superb view of her panty covered pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back on the sofa, as he was giving her his tender treatment. I took this opportunity to take a few snaps on my mobile phone for viewing later. He then shifted and switched the legs and took the right leg and gave it the same treatment. All the while the skirt had risen, and her panties had come out in the view. This time he had opened the heeled shoe from her feet and let her feet rest on his lap. I took another photo. None of them paid any attention to what I was doing as they were very much involved in giving the massage and her receiving it.

After the while, the massage ended and he asked to leave, thanking again for the wonderful gift of getting to watch her dance. ‘Didi, if I get gifts like this all the time, I will do whatever you ask me to do, I will dig a canal and drown in it, if you want,’ he quipped, making us laugh. I was wondering what kind of gift would await him in the future, because I knew Sahana was now in the tendency to take things forward.

He then bid farewell and left. She immediately lept out of the sofa, closed the door and cam towards me on the sofa, by the time she reached me she was already naked. We had a steamy sex session that night.

‘So you liked showing him your panties?’ I asked her, with my cock still buried in her.
‘Hmm… aaahh…’ was all she could say in return.
‘So you liked…. Letting him touch your panties, your ass… then play with it…? You are such a naughty slut…,’
‘Yes… yessss… I loved it,’ came her reply, as she was bouncing on my lap.
‘He is going to play with his dark cock thinking about you now, how you sweet your ass felt,’ I said, slapping her ass, which was grinding into my lap, ‘do you like it when you are men’s fantasy?’
‘Yess… yess.. Yeees,’ she screamed and then she stopped grinding on me, still with my stiff cock buried in her, she composed herself and managed to ask, ‘darling I will you get mad, if I tell you something?... promise not to, please,’ she pleaded.

I was confused what could she think I would be mad about, all sorts of possibilities ran through my head. ‘No love, you can say,’ I finally spurted out.
She gave me a long kiss and in the movement my cock popped out of her, my mind anticipating for what was to come. ‘Darling,’ she finally said, ‘when I had my feet on Subhas-kaka’s lap, I think I felt his cock, under my feet.’
I was relieved, ‘oh okay, that is not a problem,’ I assured her. It probably was an accident.
‘Baby, his cock was big,’ she said, now moving away from me, bending down and taking my cock in her mouth. ‘I did not know, but when I put my feet, I felt it,’ she said after my cock popped out of her mouth.
I picked her up to her feet and turned her around, ‘babe it isn’t only Subhas who fantasized about you. The drivers, the guards, the other tenants, everyone…. Fantasizes about you,’ I whispered to her.
‘Let them, I want them to fantasize about me. Make love to in their dreams, think about me when they spread their cum,’ she whispered back.
I made her bend down on her knees on the sofa and positioned my cock at her entrance, ‘they think of fucking you like this, like a dog.’
‘I love being fucked like a dog,’ she said, as I pushed in to her pussy.

In no time we came. We then discussed some more about how she wanted to take it further, while we looked at the pictures I took while she was getting her legs massaged. Then we had another session of wild sex.

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It was Thursday and my birthday was here, as I was in the office, my wife sent me a text that said:

‘Come home straight from office, I have a surprise for you. I had to make hard bargain for that surprise to happen. Xx’

I was wondering what was in store for me as I went up the lift to my flat. As the door opened I was surprised to see Sahana standing in what was a Belly Dancer costume. ‘Surprise! Happy Birthday once again my dear,’ she said as I came in and gave me a kiss.
‘Where did you f…’ I stammered.
‘This? This is a present for you from someone,’ she said with a smile on her face.
I had a lot of questions in my head. ‘Someone who? Anis? Where is he? Wasn’t he not supposed to be the country? He gave you this?...’ I asked one after the other, whereas she just smiled. I had yet to notice her in her costume, properly.
‘All of your question will be answered, but first tell me what you think of this costume,’ she said, striking a pose.

The costume contained two items, one was what it looked like Bra-like top, but she had a chiffon dbang around her neck to cover her boob area, and another item was the bottom split skirt, with wide splits that went from the waistband to the hem on both sides, showing entire length of her legs. The split skirt bottom, black in colour with golden border and gold prints, was worn low at the waist and any movement caused the splits to widen and legs showed. Then I realized they weren’t splits rather openings on both sides and the skirt was actually two parts, one dbangd the ass and the other dbangd the front leaving gaps on both sides which showed the legs. The cups could barely contain her breasts and about half of her breasts were exposed. Her footwear included the ankle-strap pumps she had worn yesterday. Her midriff was entirely bare. The outfit reminded me of the Princess Leia outfit that was worn when Princess Leia was a prisoner of Jabba the Hutt. I slowly caught hold of her chiffon dbang and pulled it away, inside, she was wearing black bra-rop, with ample cleavage and top half of her tits showing, hiding her areola of course. The bra cups were black colored with golden borders and frill hanging from the bottom of the cup. She was shy to just have her half-covered tits hanging out, so she opted to wear the dbang over them it seemed.
‘Lovely, you look beautiful,’ I whispered into Sahana’s ear as I stroked and caressed the bra cups. My hands quickly traveled down to feel the material of her skirt by palming her ass.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Sahana said, ‘the answer to all of the questions is here.’ She then quickly dbangd her chest with chiffon dbang and answered the door.

After she opened the door I saw Anis walk in straight towards me, shouting ‘Surprise fucker!’ and gave me bottle of vodka, saying ‘Happy Birthday mate,’ and giving me a hug.
‘I thought you were supposed to be away,’ I told him.
‘I was, I was, and I hated myself for missing it, but then your wife here made me realize that I would be missing out,’ he said.
‘So I guess, whatever she is wearing is your idea of her convincing you.’
‘You make it sound as if I wouldn’t have wanted come anyways,’ he said, giggling.

He then went towards her, giving out a wolf whistle, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, ‘you look beautiful, Ms. Blowjobber,’ he called her, a name I had not heard in a while. Sahana was giggling in response. ‘You do look fascinating,’ he said, and then he told me, ‘Ali doesn’t she look fascinating?’ while holding her in his arms and showing her to me. ‘When she asked what it would take to spend a few hundred dollars more to advance my ticket and come last night to be here today and give you a surprise, I asked if she was willing to give this outfit a try and I sent her the picture and after much convincing she agreed. So, I sent my driver with the dress in the morning so that she can try it out and wear it tonight,’ he said, ‘you see Turkey is the best place for this, that day when I was watching the belly dancer, I was wondering what Sahana would look like wearing something like this. But I am a little disappointed,’ he said, pointing at her dbang that covered her chest.

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‘I can’t remove this, everything shows, what will you think of me?’ she said, pouting.

‘Please, please, you have to or else the costume looses its appeal,’ he pleaded, ‘Ali please tell your wife that it will not be a problem and we will not think anything of her, please tell her.’
‘Yes honey, please remove that stupid dbang, it does not go well and I don’t mind, neither does he,’ I requested her.
‘Okay,’ she sighed, trying to hide what it looked like excitement in her voice and removed the dbang revealing her bra-top and half-exposed tits, putting the dbang over Anis’s head and giggling.
‘You look wonderful, doesn’t she Ali?’ he asked me and I nodded in agreement. ‘It’s a crime to hide those wonderful tits of yours,’ he said openly and she turned red. He then pulled her towards him and gave her a kiss at her upper chest near her neck. Sahana looked at me and I shrugged. I did not mind such contact and she now knew it. He then made her give us a twirl and stopped her when she had her facing us. ‘Sahana! Don’t tell me you are wearing your old panties with these,’ he said.

‘Of course not!’ she said, ‘See…’She now took his hand and put it on the globe of her ass to palm.
‘Thank you,’ he said, still palming her ass over the dress, ‘you see Ali,’ looking at me, ‘I wanted to make the make her entire outfit ensemble perfect for you, make it a perfect gift for your birthday.’ It was a fantastic gift I must say, I have never seen Sahana look to delectable, so desirable and so exotically sexy. Anis hit two birds with one stone; he gave me a present and had Sahana dress up for both of our pleasure.
Then it hit him, ‘so you are nude underneath?!’
She giggled, ‘Uff! Of course not you idiot!’ and then hit him playfully and tussled his hair, I am wearing thongs.’
‘Yikes!’ Anis gave a shriek in excitement, ‘I can’t even tell,’ he said, giving her ass one last squeeze, ‘it feels as if you are naked underneath.’ Their embrace ended with him giving her another kiss on her cheek in appreciation, with him announcing, ‘Sahana just upgraded, now she is both Ms blowjobber and Ms thong.’
We all laughed, so did Sahana although she mock protested and playfully hit Anis in the arm.
He while looking at her feet suddenly kneeled down, ‘hey, you wore anklets as well, that I asked. You have really made an effort. I am actually proud of my creation,’ he said. She did really make and effort, he was right; she had makeup on with her red lipstick and eye makeup, and had her hair cut and set really nicely. She smelled nice as well.

I offered that before the party was to begin, we get dinner over with. So we had our dinner with Sahana serving us the food, before she joined us to eat. She would bend down more than necessary to have us stare into her prominent cleavage and tits. She would stand close to Anis, having his head brush against her tits and would look straight into my eyes while she was doing it, to tease me I supposed, and teased I was. I had a hard on while I ate, never had I in my entire life had an erection while eating dinner. I was guessing Anis was in the same condition. The other thing I had noticed was the flat, toned mid area that my wife had, with not an ounce of fat anywhere. This had to be her dancing upbringing and regular exercise, but I was proud. I used to frequently wonder what I had done to deserve such a sensational looking wife.

We moved our party onto the living room and opened the bottle of vodka and mixed it in fruit punch. We chatted for a while where Anis broke the good news that Anis’s wife Faria was pregnant, but also broke to us that Faria wants him to permanently move to Australia with her and settle down. So from the coming month he would wind down his business here and give it away to his brother. We were of course happy for him that he was going to be a father again, but that he had to go away was what saddened us.
As the Fruit punch flowed we became much more relaxed I suggested we should have a photoshoot of Sahana as she was looking gorgeous and such occasions will not come often. ‘No, no,’ came her protest. I knew that she only needed a bit more convincing.
‘Sahana come on,’ Anis said, ‘do it for me, if you don’t want to do it for him, I made such an effort to come today. Aren’t you feeling sexy? This can’t be all for our benefit. ’
‘Of course, this outfit, I agree is making me feel sexy, but but…’
‘No buts, let us photograph you,’ he said
‘ Okay,’ she finally agreed, ‘But I need time to make myself proper,’ and went off to her room and I brought out the digital camera, turned on the lights here and there, got Anis to clean up the place.

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Sahana walked out after about five minutes, her shoulder length hair had been brushed and she added a choker necklace around her neck and fixed her makeup with mascara and eyeliner and had redone her red lipstick. The thing that stood out was that she applied what looked like baby oil on her abs and chest. She also tried applying it on her legs and arm, without much success. The baby oil gave her skin certain sheen. Anis had his mouth open as she strutted in. Anis then agreed with my observation that she needed more oil to make the shine better, but said that this had to do for now.


We hurried and set up the area and had her give us some rudimentary pose. Anis held the reflector and stood as I instructed while I asked her to give us some poses and I clicked the camera. My alluring wife’s slowly got daring as she stuck her leg out for one picture, where he entire legs showed. Anis was whistling as she did that, resulting in a giggle out of her, which I caught on the camera. Her abs where looking perfect as they shined under the light and details could be made out. She turned around and gave us few poses, then again stuck her legs out and made her ass stick out a bit, whilst looking back at the camera. She was slowly becoming comfortable.

I then led her to the sofa and asked her to give us her back and have her hands on her head, to pose as if she was dancing. Suddenly and Idea stuck my head.
‘Sahana, Anis, let’s try something, let’s give this photoshoot a theme. Okay?’ I suggested, to which they both just looked at me with pure confusion. ‘Sahana would be belly dancer of course and Anis would be like a customer or someone she had to dance to and seduce… or impress… something like that.’
I was not sure using the word “seduce” was such a good idea, as Sahana immediately protested, ‘how can this be?’
‘Don’t worry, no one is going to see these photos except you and I. Alrihgt? And if you feel uncomfortable we stop.’ I told her. I did not need to ask Anis, he would have agreed with everything so get into this photoshoot.

I set up my camera and the reflector on stands, while Sahana gulped her drink down for some liquid courage and Anis fixed his shirt and wore his shoe and sat on the sofa trying to look like a rich patron. I put on some music on low volume so that they don’t drown out my voice during directions.

His only direction was to have his legs spread as if he owned the world. I told her to dance to the music and I would take snaps as she did. I took a few snaps of her in various dance poses, most with him in the frame, first few ones it was her facing him, others were of her with her back to him. I went around with my camera to get the proper shots. There was one shot that I liked where she was bent at her waist, legs, straight and spread out of her skirt slit, looking behind towards him. I had him have his hand outstretched as if he was out to grab her ass.

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I then had her lay down on the carpet in front of him, trying to imitate the same pose of Princess Leia laid down in front of Jabba the hutt. It was just a craving that the nerd in me had to get satisfied. Sahana of course did not understand how I wanted her to pose as she had not seen the Star Wars movies. So I and Anis had to painstakingly instruct her in the process. Finally we had what we wanted and she looked mighty fine, as her bottom dbangs fell away exposing her legs and peek of her panties were showing. Anis was playing the role of Jabba The Hutt by sitting on the sofa behind her with his legs splayed and a dirty grin on his face


I thought it was time to up the notch.

I then instructed her to go in front of him and bend down and have her left hand on his shoulder. I took few shots, one of them from behind him capturing a nice shot of her cleavage with her boobs trying to pop out.

For the next shot she did not bother with any instruction, before I could give any, she straddled him, looked at me and gave me and my camera a wink. I took pictures where she was swinging her hips over him as she hung over his crotch area. I then asked him to grab her waist and bring his face towards her. She froze and looked at me and I saw nothing but lust in her eyes and lips. He brought his face to her and mashed it against her bra cups; his nose was in her cleavage.
‘Anis, now, hold you face there and grab her ass with both hands,’ I instructed. I wanted to make these pictures as sexy as possible without crossing some kind of line.

I had her get up for the next shot and had her straddle his lap, this time with her back to him. I positioned my camera from the front, told her to spread her legs and have him hold her waist. The entirety of both of her legs was exposed. I asked her to give me few poses were it looked like she was giving him a lap dance. For brief moments while she moved, lap dance was probably what he was getting. She had her hands over her head roughing up her hair for a pose, and then she leaned forward gave us a cleavage shot and in that one Anis’s face was in the shot, I asked him to close his eyes so that it would indicate pleasure.

She then for the next shot, without any instruction sat on his lap with her sides to him, her legs stretched out on the sofa, arms around his neck, hanging on to him. The sides of her ass was showing this time, as his right hand grabbed her waist and his left hand held on to the top of her thighs. I took what became the last shot.

She then got up and announced it was end of the photo shoot and she needed to recompose herself. ‘Any longer I was on your lap, that thing would have poked a hole in your jeans,’ she said pointing at his crotch area and laughed. Anis immediately gasped and covered his crotch area with hands. ‘Don’t bother, it was jabbing me at my ass,’ she quipped. ‘And you look like was enjoying it as well,’ she said pointing at my erection, that created a half mast in my trousers. I laughed at it. ‘Ali,’ she then said, looking behind at Anis, ‘I will give Anis one your shorts for the night, or else he might make a mess in his jeans if he keeps putting up a tent all night,’ and laughed again. Maybe she was horny from the photo shoot and the alcohol, but I never heard her speak like this. Anis simply covered his face in embarrassment and yelped out ‘sorry.’ She then without wasting a moment went into our room and after a while came back out with a pair of my cotton shorts and handed it to him. Recently embarrassed out of wits he sheepishly looked at her, held the cotton shorts in front of his crotch and walked off to the guest room to change.
‘Honey,’ I told her when we became the only two in the living room, ‘you are really teasing him too much, have some mercy on him.’ I was simultaneously putting away my camera gear.

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‘Love, the photo shoot and the dirty poses were your idea…. Mostly at least,’ she replied, ‘but I do feel really sexy you know. I also want this birthday to be a birthday you remember. Just leave it to me and be rest assured you will have fun.’ I did not know what was in her mind. She then came towards me and gave me a kiss, ‘Ali,’ she whispered, ‘I felt his cock under my ass and it was so hard!’

‘Did you want to keep grinding it?’ I asked her.
She simply groaned and kissed me again. ‘Do we call it a night? I need that cock of yours,’ she told me.
‘No, not yet, night is still young,’ came out my reply. I truly wanted to see how far the night would go. And within seconds Anis came out wearing my cotton shorts.
I went inside to change into something comfortable and Sahana went to the bathroom to pee and freshenup herself.

After a while we both joined Anis in the living room and poured ourselves another round of vodka punch.

‘So what do we do now?’ I asked.
We all thought for a while and our of the blue Anis suggested, ‘don’t you think it is a bit odd that Sahana wearing a belly dancer costume is yet to dance for us? Isn’t dancing a bit obvious thing that is less?’
‘Hmm, you are right,’ I said.
‘So you guys want me to dance huh? Okay in return you boys will make breakfast for me. Deal? She asked.
Anis and I, in unison, shouted out, ‘DEAL,’

I put on some music on and waited for Sahana as she was fetching her dbang from our bedroom. She came out wearing her dbang like a face veil, giving her a more Arabic look. ‘So you boys ready?’ she said, as she slowly and seductively walked out to us. She wasn’t hesitant like she used to be about doing things like dancing and stuff. We simply had our jaws hitting the floor and that answered her question.

With the beat of the music, she started shaking her hips, her hips gyrating with the slow tempo. She did her usual twirls while still gyrating, the sides of her ass peeking out from the dress. I was hard and wanted to end it then and there and take her to my room and fuck her, but I too wanted to wait to see what could potentially happen. After a while she suddenly stopped and came towards us.
‘Anis,’ she called in a very sweet and seductive voice, ‘I can see that you are having some trouble,’ pointing at Anis’s crotch. An erection had formed tenting the cotton shorts he was wearing. He wasn’t wearing underwear inside it seemed. The weather was hot, I couldn’t blame him, even I went commando.
Upon getting exposed for his erection, Anis quickly covered himself with his hand, ‘Oh! Sorry, I did not realize. I am extremely sorry Sahana,’ he said, genuinely apologizing. The “smart aleck” Anis recently started getting tongue-tied when Sahana teased him.

‘Don’t apologise,’ I told him, assuring that it was not a problem, at least not from me.
‘Yes Anis, don’t apologise,’ Sahana said, bending down, showing him her cleavage, and lightly caressed his cheeks. ‘I know you have not been with Faria since she went off to Australia and I have been standing here, dancing like a slut. Actually, I am quite happy that you are liking the show,’ she said, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling his hands away from his tented crotch area and giggling at his hard shorts covered cock. ‘You know what, why don’t you start making yourself comfortable,’ she told him and opened her veil and laid the veil cloth over his tented crotch. ‘If you want to relieve yourself, under that cloth, be my guest.’
Anis started stammering, first looking at me and then at her, unsure what to say at her suggestion.
‘He does not mind,’ she said, pointing at me, ‘Ali, do you mind?’ I nodded and said no. ‘See,’ she said, ‘he does not mind.’

She then again went back to where she was and continued her dance. The music had picked up, her movements became more animated. She would on occasion grab her crotch or her bouncing tits, brushing her hands on the silky material of her bra-top and skirt.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Anis’s shorts were lowered down his thighs and under the covering he was masturbating, his hand going up and down.

She came up to Anis and started humping the air in front of her.

Such vulgar display from Anis’s encouraged Sahana to be even more daring; she now turned, held her hair with her arms on her head and “twerked”, shaking her ass with vigor in tempo with the music, her ass shaking in each thrust. ‘Anis,’ she called looking over her shoulders, ‘is this helping?’
‘Yes!’ he managed to groan.
‘Glad to be of service.’

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[dragonslair]

Are going to complete the story or just post it to the point the writer had written

[sarit11]

Are going to complete the story or just post it to the point the writer had written

My Dear ds

I am not a writer.

Just copying it here.

[longindian_axe]

Pls post whatever you have.. thats so nice of you doing that.. waiting eagerly..

[msd23]

wow...... best copy paste ever... we need more update...dear, loved that story

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My Dear ds

I am not a writer.

Just copying it here.

Ok. Was just asking. I have read the whole incomplete story. Was just making sure if it will be moved ahead or not.

[longindian_axe]

Pls post the next parts..

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She, as the song was nearing its end, came up to me and straddled my lap with her knees bent on the sofa, her entire legs exposed, grinding me, giving me what felt like an amazing lap dance. I took hold of her and started kissing her. We kissed and petted each other for a bit, before I realized Anis had his outstretched left hand grab her ass cheek and then rubbing that hand over her naked legs, while she was sat on me, his other hand still furiously wanking his cock off. He still looked like he was having trouble, as it was clear from his face.

After I broke the kiss to see what he was doing, Sahana got off from me, as Anis in swiftly retracted his hand, and went over to him, standing at an angle in front of him. She then asked, ‘you still having trouble?’
‘Yes I forgot to get the baby oil from the guest room,’ he managed to say, looking down, sheepishly.
‘So use spit,’ she quickly responded.
‘How?’ he asked, slightly taken aback.
‘Give me your hands dummy,’ she ordered and as he stretched his right hand out from under the covering, she held his wrists and spat a glob of saliva on to his right palm. ‘Now use that to lubricate that thing of yours, I thought you guys knew these already,’ she said in a teasing tone. We guys did know it, but maybe he was embarrassed to lube himself up with his spit right in the living room. His right slowly went back to the cover and started going up and down his cock. ‘Yeah, nice and easy,’ she said, as if instructing him, eyeing his hand movement. She now took his left hand, she was holding on to, and placed it over her ass cheek, whilst of course his other hand was now pulling at his cock under the cover with a rhythm. She was slightly swaying her ass at that rhythm as well. The music had already stopped.

My wife was now actively helping my friend masturbate, letting him grope her ass over the silk skirt and play with it, while he pleasured himself. It was a scene that I wouldn’t be able to explain, the feelings that went through me, the thrill of knowing my wife’s saliva was lubricating my friend’s cock, saliva that she gave to him. I knew how her warm saliva felt like when she gave me blowjobs. His left hand now had free access to her ass and in that moment thoughts kept running through my head. Will this become a regular thing amongst us? Her, helping him wank himself off, while she stared? His playing with her ass, even though it was over her clothes? Will she now on let him play with her ass like this all the time? What would be the next step from here? I didn’t know why he did not slip his hands inside her skirt to her naked ass, but if he did, I was certain she would not have stopped him.

I was half-mind to tell her to stop, something in me told me that as a husband I should not let my wife witness another man coming, to share something so intimate, but I wasn’t feeling it, maybe it was my horniness taking over me.

My wife looked back at me to see if I was witnessing all of this and found me pulling at my cock over my shorts. She gave me a smile and her stare went back to my friend’s activity. I saw Sahana’s left hand was in front of her, as she was giving her back to me, I did not know what she was doing with that hand. All I could guess was that she was touching herself over her clothes.

About a minute had passed that it went on for and all of a sudden his mouth widened, his grip on Sahana’s ass looked tightened and he groaned, ‘Ahh, I’m… ahhh!’ and came in to the chiffon dbang, immediately wetting it, as the cum seeped though the material. He threw his head back in to the sofa, withdrew his hand from her butt cheeks and slumped on to the sofa, panting, his hand still holding on to his cock it seemed. She bent down, gave him a kiss on his cheeks and whispered loud enough for me to hear, ‘goodbye and thanks for being here. Have a nice sleep and see you in the morning.’
She then picked me up from my seat and led me to our bedroom, almost dragging me and all I managed to say to Anis was ‘Thanks for such a wonderful gift my friend, see you in the morning.’
As soon as we were in the bedroom and we managed to close the door, she commanded, ‘FUCK ME NOW!’