Adultery Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989
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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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RE: Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989 - by sarit11 - 24-05-2020, 01:15 PM



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