31-08-2020, 08:49 PM
Update # 7
Sindhu sat up and stood like a prostitute by the roadside. Her bust jutted out showing her fullness. Her waist arched to show off the curves. She just looked like a high class slut in skimpy clothes.
Vishwa approached her whistling. He looked at her from top to bottom, checking her figure. “Nice assets,” he said aloud.
Shwetha looked at Manoj to see how he would react to the comment on his wife. He seemed to enjoy the drama unfolding before them.
“How much?” Vishwa asked Sindhu, the slut.
“Full night or one shot?” she asked.
“Full night.”
“How much can you give?” she countered.
He looked at her undecidedly. Then asked, eying her breasts, “Are they real or padded?”
Sindhu feigned anger. “Real.”
“Five thousand”
“What? Seems you go to cheap prostitutes. I am high class.”
Vishwa sneered at her. “Then why are you standing on the roadside?”
“One filthy customer canceled the booking at the last minute.”
“Okay, then I will give you six thousand,” he offered.
“Not a rupee less than fifteen thousand.”
“That’s too much.”
“Then go to your cheap sluts.” She started moving away from him.
“Come on! Seven thousand.” Vishwa followed her and slapped her ass.
The slut Sindhu turned back angrily. “Don’t touch me.”
“Okay, ten thousand,” he offered, pacifying her.
“No way! Fifteen thousand fixed.” She was adamant.
Vishwa looked at Manoj playfully. “What is this yaar. Tell your wife to reduce her price.”
Manoj laughed. “She already offered a discount price. I would have given her thirty thousand for one shot.”
All laughed.
Vishwa once more slapped her ass. “I will give anything for this ass.”
Shwetha was amazed at the way the two couples were behaving. Vishwa was openly touching Sindhu in front of her husband and Manoj was not at all feeling jealous. Ditto with Nikhila. She was not at all feeling insecure as her husband flirted with another woman in front of her.
Shwetha missed her husband, Pradeep. If only he was here and as open-minded as the men here and they would enjoy all the fun together.
After the Truth or Dare game, all moved to the dining table. As Vishwa and Nikhila had to catch their bus at 9, dinner was finished quickly along with the kids.
As Vishwa’s family got ready to leave, Shwetha strangely felt sad. A few moments back she hated him for checking her out. Now she was unhappy that he was leaving. She felt confused about her own feelings. However she was enjoying every moment here.
While saying goodbye, this time Vishwa did not just shake her hand but hugged her. Her boobs crushed on his chest. That’s not all! He pressed her soft ass.
“We should soon meet again,” he said, letting her go. Shwetha felt a little shy and her face became red.
After the couple left, there was a strange silence in the house. To make the environment lively, Sindhu switched on the TV and played 90’s Hindi movie. The three elders and the two kids soon engrossed into the movie.
After some time, Mahek said, “I am feeling sleepy.”
Sindhu’s daughter, Hasini, said, “Let’s go to my bedroom. We will sleep together.”
Mahek looked at her mother for permission. Shwetha nodded. The two girls disappeared into Hasini’s bedroom.
“I am also feeling sleepy,” Manoj said.
“So early?” Sindhu asked. “Let’s have a long chat with Shwetha.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Shwetha said. “You both go and sleep. I will enjoy the movie for a little while.”
“Are you sure?” her friend asked.
“Yes, dear.”
Soon Manoj and Sindhu too disappeared into their master bedroom.
Shwetha sat alone and watched the movie.
After entering the bedroom, Manoj made sure the door was not closed completely. He left it ajar. When his wife tried to close it, he stopped her. “Don’t close it. Keep open a little bit.”
“Why so?” she asked.
“You will know soon,” he smiled playfully and a little wickedly.
Sindhu sat up and stood like a prostitute by the roadside. Her bust jutted out showing her fullness. Her waist arched to show off the curves. She just looked like a high class slut in skimpy clothes.
Vishwa approached her whistling. He looked at her from top to bottom, checking her figure. “Nice assets,” he said aloud.
Shwetha looked at Manoj to see how he would react to the comment on his wife. He seemed to enjoy the drama unfolding before them.
“How much?” Vishwa asked Sindhu, the slut.
“Full night or one shot?” she asked.
“Full night.”
“How much can you give?” she countered.
He looked at her undecidedly. Then asked, eying her breasts, “Are they real or padded?”
Sindhu feigned anger. “Real.”
“Five thousand”
“What? Seems you go to cheap prostitutes. I am high class.”
Vishwa sneered at her. “Then why are you standing on the roadside?”
“One filthy customer canceled the booking at the last minute.”
“Okay, then I will give you six thousand,” he offered.
“Not a rupee less than fifteen thousand.”
“That’s too much.”
“Then go to your cheap sluts.” She started moving away from him.
“Come on! Seven thousand.” Vishwa followed her and slapped her ass.
The slut Sindhu turned back angrily. “Don’t touch me.”
“Okay, ten thousand,” he offered, pacifying her.
“No way! Fifteen thousand fixed.” She was adamant.
Vishwa looked at Manoj playfully. “What is this yaar. Tell your wife to reduce her price.”
Manoj laughed. “She already offered a discount price. I would have given her thirty thousand for one shot.”
All laughed.
Vishwa once more slapped her ass. “I will give anything for this ass.”
Shwetha was amazed at the way the two couples were behaving. Vishwa was openly touching Sindhu in front of her husband and Manoj was not at all feeling jealous. Ditto with Nikhila. She was not at all feeling insecure as her husband flirted with another woman in front of her.
Shwetha missed her husband, Pradeep. If only he was here and as open-minded as the men here and they would enjoy all the fun together.
***
After the Truth or Dare game, all moved to the dining table. As Vishwa and Nikhila had to catch their bus at 9, dinner was finished quickly along with the kids.
As Vishwa’s family got ready to leave, Shwetha strangely felt sad. A few moments back she hated him for checking her out. Now she was unhappy that he was leaving. She felt confused about her own feelings. However she was enjoying every moment here.
While saying goodbye, this time Vishwa did not just shake her hand but hugged her. Her boobs crushed on his chest. That’s not all! He pressed her soft ass.
“We should soon meet again,” he said, letting her go. Shwetha felt a little shy and her face became red.
After the couple left, there was a strange silence in the house. To make the environment lively, Sindhu switched on the TV and played 90’s Hindi movie. The three elders and the two kids soon engrossed into the movie.
After some time, Mahek said, “I am feeling sleepy.”
Sindhu’s daughter, Hasini, said, “Let’s go to my bedroom. We will sleep together.”
Mahek looked at her mother for permission. Shwetha nodded. The two girls disappeared into Hasini’s bedroom.
“I am also feeling sleepy,” Manoj said.
“So early?” Sindhu asked. “Let’s have a long chat with Shwetha.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Shwetha said. “You both go and sleep. I will enjoy the movie for a little while.”
“Are you sure?” her friend asked.
“Yes, dear.”
Soon Manoj and Sindhu too disappeared into their master bedroom.
Shwetha sat alone and watched the movie.
***
After entering the bedroom, Manoj made sure the door was not closed completely. He left it ajar. When his wife tried to close it, he stopped her. “Don’t close it. Keep open a little bit.”
“Why so?” she asked.
“You will know soon,” he smiled playfully and a little wickedly.
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