Adultery A Girl Chooses a Coach by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Preliminaries done, the women adjourned to the kitchen. Aruna should have now belonged in that category and learned a few recipes from her aunts. But a new husband makes no such demands on his wife. She seems just perfect to him in that phase when he is engrossed in discovering the charms of a woman. The caress of her body, playing with her breasts and torso, the delight of being able to bury your face in a shoulder unhindered by any garment of any kind...

And so Aruna continued to remain carefree.

Sudhir had struggled to get up from reclining position and perhaps he was done in by his haste.

"Where is daddy-uncle?" shouted Aruna aloud, not really expecting or waiting for an answer.

"Oh! There are some changes here! You have rearranged your office," beamed down Aruna at her uncle who was struggling to get up.

"Hey, you brat!" said Sudhir to Aruna, eyeing the young woman. She had always been pencil thin as a girl. In the later years, her breasts were just a noticeable swelling of her chest. She was not a busty girl -- but nor was she really all that flat.

But today that chest seemed a bit fuller. And her hips seemed to have a slender roll of fat. All within a month! From pencil straight, she had added just-enough curves in the right departments. "What is it that marriage does?" wondered Sudhir, making his mind up to refer google. She was not dressed like a married woman at all. It was still her old favorite attire: a just-right t-shirt and the short denim skirt frayed around the hem for fashion. The skirt stopped just above her mid-thigh.

Sudhir feared that if she came any closer he would end up looking up her skirt. He fumbled for the lever under the chair and managed to bring up the back which brought him to a somewhat respectable incline. He was still not upright, but he was not as vulnerable as before.

But he had not reckoned with Aruna. She plonked herself on his lap, legs both to one side sitting across him. She put an arm around his shoulder and looked impishly at Sudhir and asked, "How has my daddy-uncle been?"

"Fine. Fine," replied the nonplussed Sudhir. Nothing seemed to have changed with this kid. He tried to steer the conversation to a topic that might make her realize that she was now grown up.

"How's married life?" he asked.

"You mean 'how's the sex'?" she said, shocking him with her blunt language, the mischievous tone and the glint in her eye.

"Aruna!" remonstrated Sudhir in a strict voice, not very convinced himself. He could feel her chest brush his chest.

"You bad man! You never phoned me this last one month!" she complained, going back to being the spoilt little brat she had been all her life with him. She punched him on his chest, marveling at Sudhir's well toned, muscled body. It was hard and well trained. The contrast with her own husband was not lost on the young woman newly initiated to the pleasures of the flesh.

"You know," she continued, "I have been wondering about us."

"What is there about us?" asked a bewildered Sudhir.

"We are so close. Still, you never told me how to prepare for married life," she pouted. Now her hands caressed the chest, feeling through the fabric of his vest the skin beneath.

Sudhir felt her fingers play on him and felt his cock twitch to life. Was this way of touching him newly learnt in the marital bed? Or was he newly feeling the sexuality of her touch?

"It is not a topic for an uncle to discuss with his niece," said Sudhir primly.

Aruna leaned closer, allowing her cheek to graze his and whispered into his ear, "Are you not a man? What is it that you cannot teach a young woman?" Her voice was hoarse with her own desire for this man and there was a devilish quiver in it which Sudhir picked up.

"This is nonsense!" protested Sudhir. "I think I should talk to your mother" he threatened her.

Aruna pulled back from her close position, withdrawing her arm from around his shoulders. Sudhir felt relief and regret. Relief that his threat had worked and regret that the young woman would not be touching him any further.

But he was wrong.

She leaned back and dropped her right hand to the floor. Her body was now reclined fully resting on that right hand. Her legs were still to the right. She lifted the left leg, ready to swivel it to the other side, so that she would straddle his lap.

But she didn't do it in one swift motion.

She bent her left knee, and shook her leg so her sandal dropped to the floor. Sudhir felt the outer side of her thigh brush his broad muscled arm. She straightened her leg and her toe pointed upward towards the ceiling.