24-05-2020, 01:17 PM
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?
……………..
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.
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?
……………..
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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