20-01-2019, 03:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-01-2019, 10:14 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
"That's all very well but why such a queer demand." Shivani seemed perplexed.
"Actually they did this so that after marriage I could be fully relaxed in their presence. It all had started when my mother in law had gone to the US to meet an old friend. That lady's daughter in law happened to be a former Playmate. My mother in law was so surprised that almost everyone had seen not one but dozens of nude photographs of that girl and there was no hullaboo about that. That changed her mind. So the message that they gave me was that I could be topless, nude, in shorts… anyway I felt like because at the back of mind I knew that they had seen me nude."
"Hey, that's interesting and quite strange. I mean if they saw you nude did you too see them that way?" Shivani seemed genuinely interested.
"No, yaar. My mother-in-law is quite clear in her concept. She says that only females and preferably those with a good body should undress. After all the idea is not just to strip but to enjoy the undressing." I said.
"Don't mind if I say so but did your father-in-law not get an erection on seeing a pretty girl like you nude." Shivani said.
"Strange that you should say so. I have an internet friend and this is a subject that fascinates him too. Yes, I guess seeing me nude would be pleasing him. His own sexual life would have improved but naturally he has not made a pass at me. Why should he? In fact it is Anju's husband who did that."
"What happened?"
"To put it briefly my in-laws showed the same liberalism in choosing a son in law. You know Anju; Amit's sis. Her husband Rajesh. Now this guy Rajesh too has seen me topless I think and frankly when my in laws are cool, so am I. But the problem with this guy is that he is not able to keep his cock in check."
"Why, what happened? You seem to have got married into a family where all sort of bizarre things keep taking place."
"Wednesday evening Amit's parents had to go out; even Amit was out of town for a couple of days and Rajesh was back. He and Anju were sitting in the family room watching a movie. I wasn't much interested, but Anju had made popcorn, which I just couldn't resist nibbling. I sat in a chair to one side, trying not to watch them cuddle. I was wearing a short, loose skirt. Whenever I crossed my legs Rajesh looked over to see the dress ride up on my tanned thigh. What a jerk. But Anju was oblivious. She leaned against his shoulder and put her hand in his lap. That did it for me. Popcorn or no, I decided to go up to my room.
A little while later the drone of the TV set stopped. I waited quietly until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The footsteps moved into Anju's room, and the door closed, muffling their sounds. The hell with it, I thought. Why do I care anyway? I should just go to bed. I took off my dress and pulled on a skimpy ribbed tank-top that left my midriff bare. I thought about pulling on a pair of shorts, but she didn't. Wearing the top and my powder blue thong, I left my room and went down the hall to the bathroom. There I brushed my teeth and washed my face. With that done I was ready for bed. The door was still open when the door pushed inward all the way and Rajesh walked in.
He was bottomless in the sense that he had a T shirt on and his cock stuck straight out, huge and sopping wet. He stopped short when he saw me, unsure, about to apologize.
The silence in the bathroom seemed enormous. I had to turn to face him and leaned back against the sink, my palms resting on the edge. My nipples became hard and pushed out against the sheer top.
Rajesh's face lit up with his stupid, cocky grin. He closed the door behind him and walked up to me, until he was only inches in front of me. His cock nearly spanned the distance between us. He smelled of sex and perspiration.
I became quite frightened, but stayed exactly where I was. You could say that I had become a statue somewhat like the games children play. Rajesh leaned forward to kiss me but I turned my head away. That wasn't what I wanted. It would be … like betraying Amit and Anju somehow.
He was taller than I'd realized, towering a head above me. All I could see was Rajesh; he filled the whole space between me and everything else. He reached for the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up slowly. The fabric snagged for a moment on my puffy, dome-shaped nipples, then came free, exposing my breasts; not perhaps for the first time but the first time where only he and I were together. I drew in my breath with a gasp. Rajesh's own breathing was ragged. He moved his head down towards my chest and kissed one breast. My legs suddenly felt weak, as if they couldn't possibly hold me up; I leaned back heavily against the counter.
Rajesh stuck his tongue out and licked around one aureole, again and again, fascinated with its smoothness. He flicked the nipple lightly with each pass. I felt blood pounding through my body, flushing my chest, throbbing so hard in my pussy that it hurt. Then he sucked the whole breast into his mouth. His tongue kept caressing the nipple while his hands began exploring lower on the body, moving across my hip and around to one smooth buttock. As it is I am so sensitive; every touch, every lick sent sparks flying through my body.
Rajesh was pressed against me now, his cock resting on my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat through it. The tip leaked fluid that left a sticky spot on my skin. I reached down between them, my body shaking, unable to keep my hand away from his cock. It jerked when my fingers made contact with the shaft. More fluid pulsed from its tip. I wrapped one hand around it, feeling the pliancy, the unnatural warmth. It was still wet with Anju's juices and wonderfully slippery. I ran my hand along its length and was rewarded by a guttural moan from Rajesh.
His hands kept moving across my body, tracing the underside of one breast, playing with the waistband of my thong. I rolled the foreskin back and rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb then stroked its full length again.
"God," Shivani said, breathing raggedly. "You did that …"
"Yes. I squeezed hard when my hand reached the crown."
"I think about you when I'm fucking your husband's sister especially when I think how much attention you pay to shaping this lovely pussy of yours," he had said. I remained quiet and rubbed him faster. My other hand roamed across his chest, playing with the sparse hairs, scbanging his nipples with my long fingernails. Rajesh was past being able to speak. His movements turned frantic. He stuck his hand underneath my waistband, cupping my mound, working his fingers through the soft pubic hair.
"Yes!" escaped my lips, before I could stop myself.
Rajesh responded eagerly, moving his hand along my outer lips. His touches made liquid sounds as he smeared the moisture around the folds of my pussy. I could feel my lips puffing up, begging to be stroked, penetrated. …
"Actually they did this so that after marriage I could be fully relaxed in their presence. It all had started when my mother in law had gone to the US to meet an old friend. That lady's daughter in law happened to be a former Playmate. My mother in law was so surprised that almost everyone had seen not one but dozens of nude photographs of that girl and there was no hullaboo about that. That changed her mind. So the message that they gave me was that I could be topless, nude, in shorts… anyway I felt like because at the back of mind I knew that they had seen me nude."
"Hey, that's interesting and quite strange. I mean if they saw you nude did you too see them that way?" Shivani seemed genuinely interested.
"No, yaar. My mother-in-law is quite clear in her concept. She says that only females and preferably those with a good body should undress. After all the idea is not just to strip but to enjoy the undressing." I said.
"Don't mind if I say so but did your father-in-law not get an erection on seeing a pretty girl like you nude." Shivani said.
"Strange that you should say so. I have an internet friend and this is a subject that fascinates him too. Yes, I guess seeing me nude would be pleasing him. His own sexual life would have improved but naturally he has not made a pass at me. Why should he? In fact it is Anju's husband who did that."
"What happened?"
"To put it briefly my in-laws showed the same liberalism in choosing a son in law. You know Anju; Amit's sis. Her husband Rajesh. Now this guy Rajesh too has seen me topless I think and frankly when my in laws are cool, so am I. But the problem with this guy is that he is not able to keep his cock in check."
"Why, what happened? You seem to have got married into a family where all sort of bizarre things keep taking place."
"Wednesday evening Amit's parents had to go out; even Amit was out of town for a couple of days and Rajesh was back. He and Anju were sitting in the family room watching a movie. I wasn't much interested, but Anju had made popcorn, which I just couldn't resist nibbling. I sat in a chair to one side, trying not to watch them cuddle. I was wearing a short, loose skirt. Whenever I crossed my legs Rajesh looked over to see the dress ride up on my tanned thigh. What a jerk. But Anju was oblivious. She leaned against his shoulder and put her hand in his lap. That did it for me. Popcorn or no, I decided to go up to my room.
A little while later the drone of the TV set stopped. I waited quietly until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The footsteps moved into Anju's room, and the door closed, muffling their sounds. The hell with it, I thought. Why do I care anyway? I should just go to bed. I took off my dress and pulled on a skimpy ribbed tank-top that left my midriff bare. I thought about pulling on a pair of shorts, but she didn't. Wearing the top and my powder blue thong, I left my room and went down the hall to the bathroom. There I brushed my teeth and washed my face. With that done I was ready for bed. The door was still open when the door pushed inward all the way and Rajesh walked in.
He was bottomless in the sense that he had a T shirt on and his cock stuck straight out, huge and sopping wet. He stopped short when he saw me, unsure, about to apologize.
The silence in the bathroom seemed enormous. I had to turn to face him and leaned back against the sink, my palms resting on the edge. My nipples became hard and pushed out against the sheer top.
Rajesh's face lit up with his stupid, cocky grin. He closed the door behind him and walked up to me, until he was only inches in front of me. His cock nearly spanned the distance between us. He smelled of sex and perspiration.
I became quite frightened, but stayed exactly where I was. You could say that I had become a statue somewhat like the games children play. Rajesh leaned forward to kiss me but I turned my head away. That wasn't what I wanted. It would be … like betraying Amit and Anju somehow.
He was taller than I'd realized, towering a head above me. All I could see was Rajesh; he filled the whole space between me and everything else. He reached for the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up slowly. The fabric snagged for a moment on my puffy, dome-shaped nipples, then came free, exposing my breasts; not perhaps for the first time but the first time where only he and I were together. I drew in my breath with a gasp. Rajesh's own breathing was ragged. He moved his head down towards my chest and kissed one breast. My legs suddenly felt weak, as if they couldn't possibly hold me up; I leaned back heavily against the counter.
Rajesh stuck his tongue out and licked around one aureole, again and again, fascinated with its smoothness. He flicked the nipple lightly with each pass. I felt blood pounding through my body, flushing my chest, throbbing so hard in my pussy that it hurt. Then he sucked the whole breast into his mouth. His tongue kept caressing the nipple while his hands began exploring lower on the body, moving across my hip and around to one smooth buttock. As it is I am so sensitive; every touch, every lick sent sparks flying through my body.
Rajesh was pressed against me now, his cock resting on my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat through it. The tip leaked fluid that left a sticky spot on my skin. I reached down between them, my body shaking, unable to keep my hand away from his cock. It jerked when my fingers made contact with the shaft. More fluid pulsed from its tip. I wrapped one hand around it, feeling the pliancy, the unnatural warmth. It was still wet with Anju's juices and wonderfully slippery. I ran my hand along its length and was rewarded by a guttural moan from Rajesh.
His hands kept moving across my body, tracing the underside of one breast, playing with the waistband of my thong. I rolled the foreskin back and rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb then stroked its full length again.
"God," Shivani said, breathing raggedly. "You did that …"
"Yes. I squeezed hard when my hand reached the crown."
"I think about you when I'm fucking your husband's sister especially when I think how much attention you pay to shaping this lovely pussy of yours," he had said. I remained quiet and rubbed him faster. My other hand roamed across his chest, playing with the sparse hairs, scbanging his nipples with my long fingernails. Rajesh was past being able to speak. His movements turned frantic. He stuck his hand underneath my waistband, cupping my mound, working his fingers through the soft pubic hair.
"Yes!" escaped my lips, before I could stop myself.
Rajesh responded eagerly, moving his hand along my outer lips. His touches made liquid sounds as he smeared the moisture around the folds of my pussy. I could feel my lips puffing up, begging to be stroked, penetrated. …
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