23-05-2020, 07:15 PM
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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‘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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