26-04-2019, 01:13 PM
Part 22
Neelam: Hey Aryan… You forgot what was decided yesterday. This bare midriff is not just for showing off. You are my boyfriend, right? So hold me by your hands.
That invitation came as a pleasant surprise to me and without wasting a second I held her tightly by circling my hand around her utterly sexy midriff.
Me: Hey hot lady…My palms are slipping because of your buttery midriff.
Neelam (with a naughty smile): Then hold me tightly sweetheart.
I obeyed. As we approached towards the car, being chivalrous, I opened the door for her. Then taking her hands I asked her to sit and closed the door.
We started. The journey to brigade road was approximately 40 minutes. So I was planning to take our discussions to the next level.
Me: Why don’t you just pull the windows down so that when we are at signal people will get to see your massive cleavage? And as they will be looking at a level above, it would look extremely massive.
Neelam: Why not? (And she took the window glass down)
Me: When I take Neha out, I ask her to do the same. (Taking Neha into the discussion was purposeful)
Neelam: Owww. Even Neha has started wearing deep neck dresses to show cleavage? Wow. She would be looking ravishing, right? I think Neha has 34C size, bit more than that actually.
Me: Yes. She is now very comfortable in showing huge cleavage. And now that she is Singapore I have given her much more freedom. Do you want to look at some of her pictures?
Neelam: Show me..show me fast.
I took out my phone and opened the gallery.
Me: Start from the oldest photos which were taken in Pune. Then you’ll see her photos in Singapore.
Neelam: Ya. Let me see.
I was wearing a smile anticipating what’s coming.
Neelam: Heyy…This is FC Road. And how hot is she looking yaar? An offshoulder short top and sexy hot pants and walking on the street. And look at the cut of the dress. Oh my god… Neha has gone distance as far as dressing is concerned. Is she wearing a push up bra?
Me: Exactly. She was about to wear a normal bra that day, but I asked her to wear a push up bra. And in the next photo, when we were sitting in “Vaishali” (a famous joint on FC Road), she was inclining forward for number of occasions.
Neelam: Ya. Her boobs look massive in this photo. And that too in a group of people.
Me: Yes. That was our engineering batch get-together. Around 20 people. Most of them were seeing Neha for the first time.
Neelam: That’s daring…real daring. And she looks so normal.
Me: She got along really well with all of them, especially boys, who were lusting on her. See, this is Rahul, my best buddy, who already knew her. And in this photo he is keeping his hands on her shoulder. And then most of the boys followed the trend looking Neha is so comfortable in giving poses with them.
Neelam: Ya..in this picture again with Rahul. He is holding her from behind and she is bending. Almost half of her boobs are visible.
Me: Ya. She played some prank on Rahul and he caught her by her bare midriff.
Neelam: These are awesome pictures Aryan. And kudos to you. You look so relaxed even if boys are holding her shoulders and clicking pictures. Hmmm. So in return you deserve to hold me. Great..that you are not a kind of husband who roam around and make fun whereas they keep their wives in a cage.
Me: As I said earlier also I believe in philosophies which liberate one from the bounds of norms set by society, the norms which in reality constrain people and make them dull.
Neelam: Still. Didn’t you feel a bit awkward that your friends are holding her, touching her, looking at her boobs etc. All said and done you are married to her.
Me: Well, me & Neha went through a lot of self-examinations. In a quest to find the true meaning of life and true meaning of human relationships, we confronted a lot of thoughts that came to our minds. We slowly opened up a lot to each other and discussing about our attractions and urges became very normal. As you know my love for cleavages, I told her to be free and fulfil her inhibitions, the way Mahesh told you to.
Neelam: You are right. Even I am feeling a lot more freedom.
Me: Its not only a lot more freedom, it has to be a sense of total freedom. Just flip through few more pictures.
Neelam: Sure…(after few seconds)… Oh looks like Rahul came to your home after your get-together.
Me: Yes… After the get together I only asked Rahul to come along. He readily agreed. On the way, Neha herself was asking him about her costume and within no time we all were discussing about her cleavage.
Neelam: Oh. You’re the most favourite subject. Hey…this is all as happened since yesterday. We also started with discussing about my dress, then cleavage, boobs, my areola, nipple & so on.
Me: There is a difference though. It all happened in absence of Mahesh. That’s not freedom. If you think deep, we actually did it at the back of Mahesh.
Neelam: But I was feeling relaxed and perfectly all right na Aryan? Even Mahesh didn’t have any objections in commenting on my cleavage.
Mahesh: But is it true for seeing in an extremely sexy nightie, holding your boobs and watching your areola, touching your thong over nightie. Are you sure he will be ok with that?
Neelam: Ummmm. I don’t think he would be ok or may be yes. Hey…do you mean that day Rahul continued holding Neha at home also?
Me: You’ll find the answers in the photographs.
Neelam: Are you serious? (With excitement she again started flipping through the photographs) Oh my my. Now Neha is in a nightie. And what a nightie this is yaar? A complete see through nightie in front of Rahul? Only some design at the nipple which is blocking the view of her nipple. This is sexier than my nightie. And not only has this had a deep cut at the center but even at the side boobs. Practically speaking, 75% of boobs are open.
Me: Rahul, a very clever fellow, challenged her that there cannot be any dress which has deeper cut than the one she was wearing in the get-together. She took the challenge and wore the nightie. In fact, I was the one who secretly signalled her to go ahead and accept the challenge. Then me & Neha sat on the sofa. Rahul was about to occupy the other sofa, I pinched her. She started teasing Rahul and told him “Hey Rawdy, sit beside me..make sure that even more cleavage is visible… See this deep V cut and also my side boobs”.
Neelam: My god… What were you guys up to and what was this all for? (Neelam had a surprised look on her face)
Me: Its again about enjoying the freedom. No doubt, Neha wanted to seduce him beyond limits and make a note about how is she feeling and whether she even wants to go further?
Neelam: Now you are kidding me Aryan. What do you mean by going further?
Me: You got it right, sweetie. But watch yourself, you are not feeling free at all in confronting what came to your mind right now. You are right…I am talking about Neha checking for herself whether she wants to have sex with Rahul.
Neelam: I am speechless now. Is it the part of your philosophy as well?
Me: Yes. After a lot of thought process, I realised that marriage and sex are totally different things, mutually independent. Marriage is all about commitment and sex is all about pleasure. When I got that to the core of thought process, I was clear that I want to make sex with the one whom I want and Neha should make sex with the one whom she wants. And we discussed on this very calmly and openly and found out that our thinking matches. It was then she confessed that she likes to reveal her body a lot and tease boys and play around. But she was not sure about sex. So we considered Rahul as collateral and experimented on her feelings that day.
Neelam: I am eager to know what happened next.
Me: When Rahul got an open invitation to sit beside her and see her boobs, his confidence increased. He said, “Wow Neha, almost 75% of cleavage is visible.” On which Neha corrected, “Mistake. Not 75% of cleavage dear. Its 75% of my boobs are visible”. Rahul said” Oh yes. 75% of your ripe boobs”. Neha wanted to tease further, “How do you know they are ripe? You haven’t touched them”. Rahul was in no mood to give up. He said, “Do I have the permission to touch and feel your boobs?”. That time both of them looked at me. As I could see he excitement in Neha’s eyes, I understood she wants to go ahead. With a smile I just signalled Rahul to go ahead.
Neelam: I am spellbound Aryan. So how did he touch her boobs? Over the nightie material or he directly touched her boobs.
Me: First he touched over her nightie and then proceeded to touch her boobs directly. Just to make sure that Neha feels no restriction, I just went to the balcony faking that I got an email from the office. The next day Neha told me about the conversation that happened after I went out. Neha said, “Rahul…So is it confirmed that they are ripe”. Rahul told, “That can be said only if I press your boobs”. As Neha just smiled, Rahul went ahead and pressed her boobs. I then entered the hall. Looking at me, he again just started with only touching her boobs. Then I told him not to worry. As I was now completely sure that Neha is ON for the game, I sat near her and pulled down the tiny straps of the nightie so that her left boob is fully exposed and started playing with her areola.
Neelam: My throat is completely dried listening to you. And I am sure Rahul must have followed the same process, now that you gave him a clear indication.
Me: You are smart. In fact, Neha gestured Rahul to pull down the other strap. When Rahul started sucking her boobs, I just looked at him and smiled. I told, “Just consider that we are college mates enjoying a girl who is wife of no-one, but a common girlfriend.” Then I asked Neha, “Babes…Are you enjoying this moment? Shall we move to the bedroom and be relaxed”.
Neelam: Oh shit!!! Can you see I am perspiring? (She indicated towards her forehead)
Me: Yes. But instead of that perspiration, the sweat at your cleavage is more inviting.
That time we reached another signal where luckily we were the only car. I just bent towards Neelam’s cleavage and cleared all her sweat with my tongue.
Neelam: Ahhhhhhhh. Aryan. You are licking my cleavage?
Me: Didn’t you like it?
Neelam: I didn’t like that you left some sweat over here. (And she parted her top a bit and exposed her areola, but not the nipples)
Me: Oh. I missed it as it was not exposed. Let me do the honours.
This time I kissed her areola and started clearing her sweat with lips and then tongue. After that also I kept licking that area with my lips.
Neelam: Hey Aryan… You forgot what was decided yesterday. This bare midriff is not just for showing off. You are my boyfriend, right? So hold me by your hands.
That invitation came as a pleasant surprise to me and without wasting a second I held her tightly by circling my hand around her utterly sexy midriff.
Me: Hey hot lady…My palms are slipping because of your buttery midriff.
Neelam (with a naughty smile): Then hold me tightly sweetheart.
I obeyed. As we approached towards the car, being chivalrous, I opened the door for her. Then taking her hands I asked her to sit and closed the door.
We started. The journey to brigade road was approximately 40 minutes. So I was planning to take our discussions to the next level.
Me: Why don’t you just pull the windows down so that when we are at signal people will get to see your massive cleavage? And as they will be looking at a level above, it would look extremely massive.
Neelam: Why not? (And she took the window glass down)
Me: When I take Neha out, I ask her to do the same. (Taking Neha into the discussion was purposeful)
Neelam: Owww. Even Neha has started wearing deep neck dresses to show cleavage? Wow. She would be looking ravishing, right? I think Neha has 34C size, bit more than that actually.
Me: Yes. She is now very comfortable in showing huge cleavage. And now that she is Singapore I have given her much more freedom. Do you want to look at some of her pictures?
Neelam: Show me..show me fast.
I took out my phone and opened the gallery.
Me: Start from the oldest photos which were taken in Pune. Then you’ll see her photos in Singapore.
Neelam: Ya. Let me see.
I was wearing a smile anticipating what’s coming.
Neelam: Heyy…This is FC Road. And how hot is she looking yaar? An offshoulder short top and sexy hot pants and walking on the street. And look at the cut of the dress. Oh my god… Neha has gone distance as far as dressing is concerned. Is she wearing a push up bra?
Me: Exactly. She was about to wear a normal bra that day, but I asked her to wear a push up bra. And in the next photo, when we were sitting in “Vaishali” (a famous joint on FC Road), she was inclining forward for number of occasions.
Neelam: Ya. Her boobs look massive in this photo. And that too in a group of people.
Me: Yes. That was our engineering batch get-together. Around 20 people. Most of them were seeing Neha for the first time.
Neelam: That’s daring…real daring. And she looks so normal.
Me: She got along really well with all of them, especially boys, who were lusting on her. See, this is Rahul, my best buddy, who already knew her. And in this photo he is keeping his hands on her shoulder. And then most of the boys followed the trend looking Neha is so comfortable in giving poses with them.
Neelam: Ya..in this picture again with Rahul. He is holding her from behind and she is bending. Almost half of her boobs are visible.
Me: Ya. She played some prank on Rahul and he caught her by her bare midriff.
Neelam: These are awesome pictures Aryan. And kudos to you. You look so relaxed even if boys are holding her shoulders and clicking pictures. Hmmm. So in return you deserve to hold me. Great..that you are not a kind of husband who roam around and make fun whereas they keep their wives in a cage.
Me: As I said earlier also I believe in philosophies which liberate one from the bounds of norms set by society, the norms which in reality constrain people and make them dull.
Neelam: Still. Didn’t you feel a bit awkward that your friends are holding her, touching her, looking at her boobs etc. All said and done you are married to her.
Me: Well, me & Neha went through a lot of self-examinations. In a quest to find the true meaning of life and true meaning of human relationships, we confronted a lot of thoughts that came to our minds. We slowly opened up a lot to each other and discussing about our attractions and urges became very normal. As you know my love for cleavages, I told her to be free and fulfil her inhibitions, the way Mahesh told you to.
Neelam: You are right. Even I am feeling a lot more freedom.
Me: Its not only a lot more freedom, it has to be a sense of total freedom. Just flip through few more pictures.
Neelam: Sure…(after few seconds)… Oh looks like Rahul came to your home after your get-together.
Me: Yes… After the get together I only asked Rahul to come along. He readily agreed. On the way, Neha herself was asking him about her costume and within no time we all were discussing about her cleavage.
Neelam: Oh. You’re the most favourite subject. Hey…this is all as happened since yesterday. We also started with discussing about my dress, then cleavage, boobs, my areola, nipple & so on.
Me: There is a difference though. It all happened in absence of Mahesh. That’s not freedom. If you think deep, we actually did it at the back of Mahesh.
Neelam: But I was feeling relaxed and perfectly all right na Aryan? Even Mahesh didn’t have any objections in commenting on my cleavage.
Mahesh: But is it true for seeing in an extremely sexy nightie, holding your boobs and watching your areola, touching your thong over nightie. Are you sure he will be ok with that?
Neelam: Ummmm. I don’t think he would be ok or may be yes. Hey…do you mean that day Rahul continued holding Neha at home also?
Me: You’ll find the answers in the photographs.
Neelam: Are you serious? (With excitement she again started flipping through the photographs) Oh my my. Now Neha is in a nightie. And what a nightie this is yaar? A complete see through nightie in front of Rahul? Only some design at the nipple which is blocking the view of her nipple. This is sexier than my nightie. And not only has this had a deep cut at the center but even at the side boobs. Practically speaking, 75% of boobs are open.
Me: Rahul, a very clever fellow, challenged her that there cannot be any dress which has deeper cut than the one she was wearing in the get-together. She took the challenge and wore the nightie. In fact, I was the one who secretly signalled her to go ahead and accept the challenge. Then me & Neha sat on the sofa. Rahul was about to occupy the other sofa, I pinched her. She started teasing Rahul and told him “Hey Rawdy, sit beside me..make sure that even more cleavage is visible… See this deep V cut and also my side boobs”.
Neelam: My god… What were you guys up to and what was this all for? (Neelam had a surprised look on her face)
Me: Its again about enjoying the freedom. No doubt, Neha wanted to seduce him beyond limits and make a note about how is she feeling and whether she even wants to go further?
Neelam: Now you are kidding me Aryan. What do you mean by going further?
Me: You got it right, sweetie. But watch yourself, you are not feeling free at all in confronting what came to your mind right now. You are right…I am talking about Neha checking for herself whether she wants to have sex with Rahul.
Neelam: I am speechless now. Is it the part of your philosophy as well?
Me: Yes. After a lot of thought process, I realised that marriage and sex are totally different things, mutually independent. Marriage is all about commitment and sex is all about pleasure. When I got that to the core of thought process, I was clear that I want to make sex with the one whom I want and Neha should make sex with the one whom she wants. And we discussed on this very calmly and openly and found out that our thinking matches. It was then she confessed that she likes to reveal her body a lot and tease boys and play around. But she was not sure about sex. So we considered Rahul as collateral and experimented on her feelings that day.
Neelam: I am eager to know what happened next.
Me: When Rahul got an open invitation to sit beside her and see her boobs, his confidence increased. He said, “Wow Neha, almost 75% of cleavage is visible.” On which Neha corrected, “Mistake. Not 75% of cleavage dear. Its 75% of my boobs are visible”. Rahul said” Oh yes. 75% of your ripe boobs”. Neha wanted to tease further, “How do you know they are ripe? You haven’t touched them”. Rahul was in no mood to give up. He said, “Do I have the permission to touch and feel your boobs?”. That time both of them looked at me. As I could see he excitement in Neha’s eyes, I understood she wants to go ahead. With a smile I just signalled Rahul to go ahead.
Neelam: I am spellbound Aryan. So how did he touch her boobs? Over the nightie material or he directly touched her boobs.
Me: First he touched over her nightie and then proceeded to touch her boobs directly. Just to make sure that Neha feels no restriction, I just went to the balcony faking that I got an email from the office. The next day Neha told me about the conversation that happened after I went out. Neha said, “Rahul…So is it confirmed that they are ripe”. Rahul told, “That can be said only if I press your boobs”. As Neha just smiled, Rahul went ahead and pressed her boobs. I then entered the hall. Looking at me, he again just started with only touching her boobs. Then I told him not to worry. As I was now completely sure that Neha is ON for the game, I sat near her and pulled down the tiny straps of the nightie so that her left boob is fully exposed and started playing with her areola.
Neelam: My throat is completely dried listening to you. And I am sure Rahul must have followed the same process, now that you gave him a clear indication.
Me: You are smart. In fact, Neha gestured Rahul to pull down the other strap. When Rahul started sucking her boobs, I just looked at him and smiled. I told, “Just consider that we are college mates enjoying a girl who is wife of no-one, but a common girlfriend.” Then I asked Neha, “Babes…Are you enjoying this moment? Shall we move to the bedroom and be relaxed”.
Neelam: Oh shit!!! Can you see I am perspiring? (She indicated towards her forehead)
Me: Yes. But instead of that perspiration, the sweat at your cleavage is more inviting.
That time we reached another signal where luckily we were the only car. I just bent towards Neelam’s cleavage and cleared all her sweat with my tongue.
Neelam: Ahhhhhhhh. Aryan. You are licking my cleavage?
Me: Didn’t you like it?
Neelam: I didn’t like that you left some sweat over here. (And she parted her top a bit and exposed her areola, but not the nipples)
Me: Oh. I missed it as it was not exposed. Let me do the honours.
This time I kissed her areola and started clearing her sweat with lips and then tongue. After that also I kept licking that area with my lips.
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