Adultery Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989
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To relieve him from such dilemma, ‘no, no need to stop,’ Sahana said, lifting herself from the mat and standing up, ‘let me get rid of this,’ and she removed her short from and stepped out of them. She was facing away from us, so I did not know what her face looked like then. She was now clad and in her threadbare tank top and a pair of red hipster panties with a lacy waist. It was one of her sexier underwear, although a less than half of her butt cheeks were only exposed. Subhas-kaka’s jaw was on the floor and there was no indication that his raging length was going to go down anytime soon.


She casually laid down on her for him to resume the massage. I cheekily told Subhas, ‘Kaka, make sure you massage her ass well, she like the ass massage,’ and laughed. Subhas looked at me and gave a smirk. He must have been thinking what kind of a dirty husband I was. I did not care.
‘Uff! I married a pervert,’ Sahana said, sounding annoyed, in response to my comment to Subhas. She picked her head up, looked at me, contracted her eyes, and threw the pair of hot pants, which was lying on the floor beside her head, at me with incredible strength. Luckily I caught it bfore it hit my face. She threw me a wry smile and laid her head back again on the mat and closed her eyes.

He continued his massage where he left off. Although he had massaged her ass over her panties before, but unlike last time, these panties where sexier. Sahana after a while started moaning from the treatment she was receiving, as he spread the oil on her butt, her panties getting soaked. Subhas then did something he had not done before, he pushed at her inner thighs, and spread her legs, and then kneeled down on inside the open space between her legs. Sahana lifted her head for a couple of seconds as he was making the changes, then finding no reason to stop him, she let him spread her. He meticulously massaged her inner thighs right up to her panty crotch, where I presumed was already wet. I also noticed that she had pushed her ass up slightly above ground to give him better access.

I was at awe at what my wife was doing, how she was giving access to this man, whose station was beneath her’s. He was directly in fornt of her sex, her ass, as he, with both hands, was rubbing her ass cheeks, and she had her butt slightly lifted, somewhat moving with the rhythm of the massage, clenching her butt every now and then. Subhas’s cock was still hard and it seemed he had not paid attention to his condition the whole time and was doing his duty to Sahana with diligence. Suddenly, she told him that she was massaged anough for today and asked him to stop, which he obediently did. She then got up and seductively walked towards me, bent down at her hips and gave me a kiss. She was still wearing her panties with no bottoms. Her skin I had noticed when she was walking towards me that it was glowing in the daylight and the oily sheen made her look like those glamour models in men’s magazines.
‘Please hand me my shorts now,’ she requested after she broke the kiss. Public display of affection in front of Subhas was kind of new as well. Her ass was directly at him, who was simply staring at her.
I played coy, ‘you don’t need them. He has already seen you in panties, what difference does it make?’ I asked her, whispering for her to hear only, as she straightened herself and gave me a crucifying look and shook her head sideways.
‘Your call,’ she said, looking back at Subhas to find him staring at her ass and then back at me, giving me smirk and plopped down on the couch beside me.
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RE: Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989 - by sarit11 - 25-05-2020, 01:45 PM



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