Adultery BROTHER'S WIFE GEETHA... {Completed}

[usaiha2]

But little did I know that my masturbation sessions were going to end when my brother married the girl from town. 

Her name was Geetha, she was beautiful, about 1 year elder to me. She got at home with my mother and neighbors faster than I expected. 

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After one week she too started to bath in the canal behind our house.  I had avoided peeping on her as I thought it was highly improper. But the sight of her coming to my house after her leisure bath  provoked my cock which was dangling peasefully between my legs. She would wear only a small muslin towel to cover her breasts and her shoulders would be bare. She covered her big breasts using the washed clothes which were spread on her shoulders in such a way that an onlooker could not understand that she wore no blouses neither any bra except for the muslin towel. Her muslin towel could reach up to her midriff. So she wore a lungi under it like men wear in India. 

When she spread the washed clothes I would look at her from my room through the windows. As she would be standing under direct sun and I watching her in my room she could not notice me much. I would watch at her taking clothes one by one from her shoulders and put it one by one on a wire tied between two coconut trees which is used as hanger for the dress to dry. 

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One by one she would first put the clothes on the iron wire then she would spread them nicely taking one at a time. My phallus would jump up at each of the time she put a cloth on the wire. I could see her bare shoulders, how broad were they! She could beat an Arnold Schwarznegger if she had some muscles in her bare hands, but she had only flesh. When she had put all clothes on the wire I could clearly see her shapely breasts covered or rather revealed by the muslin towel. She had two spots on her left shoulder which were of vaccination marks which excited me terribly for some unknown reason.  She had a dark forest of hairs on her pits, I could see the dark patch of hairy mass when she lift one arm and spread the dress on the wire.  

I wondered how hairy would be her pussy if she had such a massive hairy pit. When she had spread all clothes she would go to her room and bolt the door. I would imagine the stages of her undressing, removing her muslin towel first and then the wet lungi, if only I had a capacity to go vanished and could peep at her!. I prayed god for such a gift, by the time my phallus would emit the white fluid which my body produced in plenty at that age. But the most thrilling pleasure I got was when I masturbated standing in the water watching the bare pussies and breasts offered to me by generous ladies who bathed in the canal. I thought none guessed my activities and all of them think that I was a poor fish hunter.

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But I was wrong, one day my brother's wife asked me "Why are you always sticking around the canal boy?". 

"Boy! My foot! Bitch how dare you call me a boy", I thought "if you see my dick you wont call me a boy". I said silently. "To catch fish", came my voice. 

"How many fish you have caught?" she was not going to leave me alone. "Well I tried but what's wrong if they did not enter my net" I said. 

"Okay  but stop your fishing today if I see you anymore hiding around watching woman I will tell your mother and brother. Aren't you ashamed of yourself ogling at other women's tits and ass. Do you think we don't know it?" she was furious. 

"The bitch!", I muttered. Thus my entertainment stopped I was afraid to go to canal again. My brother was a cruel man he might beat the hell out of me of my brother's wife  complain about me.

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