Chat leads to Sins

[Dreamer0410]

S – hi Vicky Sana here, sanaya’s sister

 

V – hi gorgeous. Ofcourse I know Sana, you need not tell references

 

S - J

 

V – kaise yaad kiya is haseena ne (what makes this beauty remember me)

 

S – Aap mummy se milne aaye aur mujhse nahin milay (you came to meet mom and didn’t wait for me)

 

V – Zoya ji ne bataya nahin ki aap aane wali ho (ur mom didn’t tell you were about to come)

 

V – Varna aisee gusthaaki main kabhi na karta (else wouldn’t have dared)

 

S - J J

 

S – agli baar ghar aaoge ammi se milne toh bataana padega (next time you come to meet mom, do tell)

 

V – aur agar aapse milne ka man ho toh (what if I want to meet you?)

 

S - J J J

 

V – how many times you have been told that you are hot as hell

 

S – many times

 

V – I am jealous of your boyfriend

 

S – no BF

 

V – come on honey, don’t sell fiction. You are too hot to not to be approached. Zyada choosy ho kya

 

S – mat maano

 

V – toh agar platform khaali hai toh apni train le aaun (may I)

 

S – ha ha ha …kya kadar khan type dialogue bola hai

 

V –ha ha ha

 

V – I was telling Zoya ji that her daughters are beautiful as hell and I wish I was born a few years later or earlier

 

S – earlier?

 

V – tumhari mom ya maasi ko pata leta (would have tried on ur mom or maasi)

 

S – ha ha ha

 

V – what are you doing on Friday

 

S – college

 

V – bunk maar le

 

S – kyon

 

V – let us go out

 

S – hmmmmm …….ok

 

V – done

 

V – I will share more details later.

 

S – done

 

V – I am honoured to take you out on a date on Friday

 

S -- J J

 

V – what are you wearing honey

 

S – satin nighty

 

V – aaah

 

S – why

 

V – must be looking red hot

 

S - J J

 

V – I am telling you upfront, I wouldn’t control my hands on Friday

 

S – ha ha ha

 

V – I am jealous of Gaurav of getting beautiful Sanaya as wife and hot Sana as sexy saali

 

S – ha ha ha ….

 

V – if we become a couple, I too can have a hot Sana as GF and beautiful sanaya as saali ;)

 

S – point hai… J

 

S – didi is coming, got to end chat.

 

V – bye bye ….honey

 

S – sweet dreams dear

 

So the next day, Vicky took a casual leave off and he went to pick Saima from the designated spot. She was also there, waiting for him.

 

They reached one of the exclusive stores and told one of the girl attendants of their choice and they were guided to the top most floor.  It was a good facility with trial rooms and sofa sets placed very nicely.  The sides of the hall displayed the dresses.  There were two attendants on the top floor.  One of them excused herself leaving only one girl behind.  One of the sofas was such arranged that it was a bit secluded from the vision of the remaining hall and the person going in the trial room can come out and display only for the eyes of that sofa rather than the whole hall.

 

The attendant girl had typical north Indian features of high nose, nice built, fair colour, decent sized boobs etc.  The hair were let loose and she was wearing a nice nylon saree and sleeveless blouse and was carrying it quite well.  She was not a dream girl but not bad for quick love making either.

 

Vicky projected as if he was not much interested in all this and was here more by compulsion than by choice.  The attendant girl’s name was Sunita and she brought a few salwar qameez for the lady.  They were the usual ones with nothing risqué about them.  Sleeveless with good embroidery and slightly deepish cut from the front to show enough cleavage to lock in the male pair of eyes to it.

 

Sunita had got a size bigger and the suit looked a shade loose on Saima.  She made amends and brought a size smaller suit and they just fitted her like a glove. The boobs on Saima’s frame would have looked good sized even on a larger frame lady but on her they looked very inviting and big.  Therefore the suit which fitted well elsewhere was pretty tight on her boobs and her ass globes.  Saima called Sunita to make her aware of the predicament and then after consulting her thought of taking Vicky’s advice.

 

She asked him to come inside. The trial room was not made for 3 so it was very crowded there.  He asked him to come outside and looked at Sunita who chipped in by saying nobody else is there on the floor.  That soothened her nerves a bit and she came out.  It was a maroon cloloured suit with some light embroidery and the thing which stood out was her rack and a delicious cleavage. 

 

She looked at him questioningly and he said “looking good’

 

She looked at Sunita and she too repeated the same.

 

She looked at Sunita and asked her to leave them alone for some discussion.

 

Saima said “tujhe tight nahin lag raha” (don’t you think it is too tight)

 

Vicky looked very focussedly on her waist and said no

 

She said “wahan nahin” (not there)

 

He said “phir kahan” (then where)

 

Saima pointed at her boobs and ass and said sheepishly “yahan par” (here)

 

He went close to her and monitored the beauty in all seriousness and said “no”

 

“Le lo mere liye” (buy it for me)

 

She smiled at his comment.  She looked at him and he said “aapko sarees bhi try karni chahiyen”

 

Sunita was very happy at the prospect of a good commission that day and she was very enthusiastic in showing her the dresses. 

 

It was a Chiffon sarree with shades of blue combination and a sleeveless blouse. It was pretty deep cut both from the front and back and the back had doris criss cross exposing the back. She went in to try.  Sunita was standing next to Vicky salivating at the prospect of big commission.

 

Vicky very casually put his hand on her back and spoke with her sweet nothings.  Sunita had seen his control over the elder lady and knew one bad move and commission would be zero.  She allowed him to continue. This emboldened him and he moved his hand southwards to her ass and rested it there.  She looked at the stairs and then towards the ground.  He pressed the globes. She moved away from him.  He looked straight and said “sochta hoon kahin aur le jaaon” (I think I should take her to some other boutique).    She understood the implication and came back to the original position. He smiled and she too. The hand went to its position.  She was focused on the stairs.

 

Just then Saima came out and Sunita went towards her to have a closer look at the fitting.  Vicky looked at her and winked.  Saima felt like a youngster.  He asked her to move around and she did. The light chiffon sarree did well to showcase the ass globes.  The blouse was too tight for her but after Vicky said it was ok she went ahead.  After a couple more such sarees and suits, Vicky pointed at a backless blouse saree combination.  Saima said no but Vicky forced her to try it. Even Sunita prodded her to it.

 

As she went in, Vicky went behind Sunita and kissed her neck and cupped her boobs. Sunita tried to wriggle out but to no avail and he ended up forcing kisses on her which she enjoyed after a customary round of protest.  They disengaged when she was about to come out.  Instead of coming out she called Sunita in. After a few minutes Sunita came out and asked him to go in.  He said that she should come out since there was no one around apart from them.  This logic made sense to her and she came out.

 

His jaw dropped.  She was looking ravishing. 

 

Her hair were still tied in a bun.  The creamy shining skin was in contrast with the backless blouse and providing delight to both him and Sunita.  Sunita felt a tinkle in her loins but preferred to ignore it.

 

The saree was all the time threatening to fall off the silky shoulders.  She was looking at the floor.  The blouse was giving ample view of her ample bosom with a clear angle to the 4 inch cleavage.  The saree was worn not with a regular petticoat but with a small tight skirt which accentuated her ass curves.  He continued drinking in her beauty.  He knew that today a big line was crossed and it was matter of time to have the dreamlady under him. 

 

He came close to her and looked at her angelic face, she was still looking at the carpet below.  He asked her to look up and she did after a few requests.  The eyes were betraying her thought process. She felt excited but the conventions were holding her back. Vicky had ignited her passions.  The housewife had made herself believe the lifestyle of a mother, divorcee wife, wife but had subsided her passions.  She had led herself to believe that a mother of two daughters ought to behave in a particular manner.

 

This was igniting the old flames.

 

He inspected her from the front and then went towards her back and gave a admiring look to her ass which was not lost by Sunita and then said “Wow.”  He wanted to lick every inch of her there and then but waited.  He knew the time was near.

 

He did not touch her then and asked Sunita to pack it alongwith other dresses.  In total she was carrying 8 dresses. 4 for marriage and 4 for her passions.  This ensured good commission for Sunita who then allowed Vicky to maul her boobs and ass for some time.  Vicky put her soft hand on his crotch over the trousers leading her to get surprised by the packet size.  Then he asked for her number which she readily gave.  She did not only give her number readily but also her pussy in few days after the shop incident.  Not taking that story further.

 

Unknown to him the ignited flames had made Saima buy some designer undergarments.  The lacy coloured undergarments were just coming on the horizon then and she had bought a few of them. 

 

Saima was thinking that Vicky would jump on her, she wore provocative clothes, but he was holding for a long haul, but ensured that he would touch Saima often at key areas to keep her guessing and interested. 

 

After having some snacks they came back home. Saima’s daughters were not there.  He was trying to trap Saima who by now was also ready to torment him more and was not getting trapped.

 

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He was looking for an opening.  Since he was not getting the required answers asked directly.

 

“Arrey itnee shopping karwaayee, dekhen toh sahi kaise kapde they” (got so much shopping done, lets see the clothes)

 

She was not a fool and brought the whole bunch. He looked at them and said “aisse kya pata chalega – pahen ke dikhao, main bhi dekhoon aap kya maal lagte ho – wahan par toh us Sunita ke saath masti chal rahi thhee” (how will I judge like this – wear and show – let me see how hot you look – there I was busy with Sunita)

 

She smiled at his comment of him being busy with Sunita and of her looking hot.

 

She continued talking to him for some more time and went in to change.

 

Out came Saima. It was a regular salwar kamiz, not very special. Only was bright in colour and had a bit of embroidery done.  Had it been on less hot lady, nobody would have cared to give a second look, however, since it was on such a beautiful lady coupled with the location and situation she was modeling it became hotter as it raised expectations.

 

The next one was also the same but with a slightly plunging neckline giving view of half an inch of cleavage.  It was slightly tighter than the previous one hence a bit more risqué.

 

Next she wore a saree, a usual one.  It was of Garden silk with sleeveless blouse and with a better view to her cleavage. Vicky was now all the more interested.  As she came close to him, she gave a pose like a model would do.  He went closer to her to inspect from close quarters.  The silk saree was not pinned on blouse, hence when she exaggerated the pose, it fell from glory revealing the twin peaks encased in a tight blouse. She looked at Vicky, smiled, blushed and picked her saree back, he thought she took some generous time in doing so and then asked him “Kaisee lag rahee hoon” (how am I looking)

 

He gave her thumbs up in return.  She smiled and went back.

 

After that she wore a salwar kamiz suit. It was a bright red coloured sleeveless one with deep cleavage and deep back with criss crossing strings (doris) on the back exposing a bit more.  He was getting mesimerised by what was on view.  This time he went much closer to her and inspected it from pretty close quarters. From too close to make her a bit uncomfortable. His python was coming to life.  She looked at him sheepishly. He wanted to dominate her but knowing that time was on his side, he preferred taking it slow.

 

The room was getting sexually tensed.

 

To break that tension, he said “suit looks good – guys will be glad to see you in this”

 

She too joined the smile and laughed and said “Aur tum” (and you?)

 

“Main toh aapko dekh ke khush raheta hoon” (I get happy when I see you) said he and winked again.

 

She then announced  “Lets have some tea.”

 

He said “fashion show?”

 

She smiled back and said “milte hain break ke baad” (will continue after the break)

 

She continued in the same suit putting a lot of strain on his crotch.

 

She went to the kitchen to prepare tea.  He went in and stood behind admiring the exposed back.  The Chunni was thrown away on the sofa for good measure.  He spoke some sweet nothings making her feel his warm breath on her soft back.

 

He then stood next to her facing her with his hips touching the kitchen slab. This way he had great view of her boobs which was not lost on Saima either but she did nothing to hide the assets.

 

He initiated “Saima college mein toh sab marte honge aap par” (guys would have been drooling in college)

 

She smiled and said nothing.

 

He persisted “Valentine Day par toh line lag jaati hogi” (there would be a long queue of boys on Valentine Day)

 

She laughed whole heartedly.  He joined her.

 

She said “Try bahut log karte thhey but nothing major happened” (a lot of them tried)

 

“OK then what minor happened” he said

 

She said “nothing much kabhi movie dekh li bas” (went for a movie or two – that’s it)

 

He knew for sure she was hiding something.

 

He then prodded “Saima aapke husband ya aapki khud  ki side par kisi ne try nahin kiya” (nobody in your husband’s or your own relations tried)

 

She smiled again and said no.

 

“Impotent hain ya gay” (are they impotent or gay) he said.

 

She laughed aloud.

 

By now tea was done. She picked the two cups and went towards the room. He too joined her and sat on a Sofa in front of her Chunni. She went back to the kitchen to get some biscuits and offered them to him and in the process exposed the generous cleavage of creamy white bosom.  He took both the sight and biscuits with pleasure. She was not in a hurry and neither was he.  Unknown to them the weather had turned cloudy and had started raining bringing respite from the heat outside but not from the sexual heat generated inside.

 

He asked her come to the balcony and look at the rain.  Since the balcony was in shade of a big Peepal Tree it was safe for her to not to wear chunni.  But acting as a spoiled child she did not want to leave her position.  He pulled her up and then pushed her from behind with his hands on her shoulders.  Grudgingly, smilingly she moved towards the balcony.  It was a nice welcome late monsoon shower.  His hands were on her bare shoulders and both sets of skins were enjoying each other.  She crossed her arms under her bosom and rested the arms on the short wall in the balcony.  Since she was leaning a bit in front which made her ass to stretch towards Vicky’s crotch.  Vicky was not the one to lose the opportunity.  He still kept his hands on her shoulders and moved a bit in front to meet her ass with his crotch on pretext on enjoying the rains. 

 

As the python touched her ass globes, she felt the size of the monster hidden.

 

She then said “yahan mere saath aaja” (come beside me)

 

Vicky said ok and went to her left with his right hand now on her lower back. This was sign of him being the dominant one.  He had learnt this tricks with his huge number of explorations with opposite sex.  Saima looked at him enquiringly as his hand was quite close to the start of her ass.

 

He looked in her eyes and said “Naa main impotent hoon aur naa gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)

 

She understood the import of the statement and looked in front.

 

The tiny droplets on her fresh face were forming a thin stream moving from her cheeks to her slender neck and then merging into the divine cleavage.  He was looking at the waterfall into her cleavage and wanted to lick it their and then.  He was not ashamed of looking at her boobs so brazenly.

 

After a short while, the late monsoon showers passed away to bring relief to some other part of city.  They both then moved back in.  As she was about to sit down he asked her to finish the fashion show. She smiled and accepted.

 

After a couple of rounds of fashion she came out wearing the masterpiece saree with the backless blouse.  She had for a good measure just done a touch up and the hair were tied in a loose knot making her look even more sexy.  A few strands of hair across her face were doing wonders to the sensuous look.  Vicky got up from his seat and went close to her.  The saree was tightly wrapped around her gorgeous back making the ass look even prettier. 

 

She wanted to go back but he made her sit on the sofa and said if you are to wear this saree you should not feel uncomfortable. As it sounded reasonable, she sat there.  Two minutes later the phone rang.  The phone was on his right and she was on his left with the centre table close to their knees locking her immediate movement.  She stretched across him to pick up the phone and it was Zoya on the other side. They had a landline too for net connectivity. She didn’t tell Zoya of shopping with Vicky, only said she had gone out and mobile must have ran out of battery. Vicky noticed that she could have asked him to pick the phone and give it to her.

 

His timing was always to the point.  He moved forward and planted a soft kiss on the exposed shoulder. This startled her a bit but she still showed no signs of retreating.  By now he had starting planting more wet kisses on the exposed shoulder, arms.  She was quivering and her voice was faltering.  Zoya queried so she coughed to show that it was due to that only and nothing else.

 

Meanwhile his hand was pressing her ass globes over her saree and the other one was gently massaging her boobs.  The smooth saree had fallen from her silky smooth shoulders bringing access to the ample inviting bossom.  By now she was shivering and squirming.  She wanted her sister to end the talk and Vicky to continue the assault.  Atleast one of them complied and she put down the phone. Vicky by now had planted quite a few kisses on the exposed nape and also pressed boobs hell lot of times.  Hi hands had also made circular journeys of the ass globes.  His touch was masterly and she deep down acknowledged it as well.  To gain some sort of control she  got up and said “yeh kya thaa” (what was it)

 

As she got up, the saree came down from her shoulder exposing the blouse encased assets.

 

Vicky went close enough for her to feel the warm breath and said “I told you – na main impotent hoon aur na gay” (I am neither impotent nor gay)  and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.  She was speechless.  He took her dropped saree pallu in hand and started disrobing her.  She was in a trance.  She was never expecting this though she wanted this to happen.

 

After a few seconds the saree went off and stood there in her semi naked glory was Saima making Vicky to go speechless for a few seconds. He was drinking in the beauty in front of him.

 

Apart from the over exposing blouse she was wearing a small petticoat or rather short skirt coming uptill mid thigh. It was made of thin material and in fact accentuated the ass globes.

 

He went in behind her lifted her saree from the floor and kept it on the chair.  All the while she was motionless.  Now he went behind her and started his ever trustworthy strategy of kissing the nape of the neck and boobs press.  As if it registered now, she tried to get away from him which resulted in heavy rubbing between his crotch and her ass.  He was not the one to lose this opportunity.  He pinned her down on the adjacent dining table and started licking her neck.  She was bent backwards and his legs were on either side of hers.  She was trying to wriggle away but was not shouting as her mouth was not pressed.  Vicky in the meanwhile was licking her with some force and pace making her go weaker by the second in her resolve.

 

He pushed her arms over her head and held both slim wrists in one big hand and the other one went down south to give pleasure to her pussy lips.  Even from above the skirt he made her squirm.  He placed himself in such a manner that now he was kissing her bang on lips with the hand rubbing her clit very rough.  Her resistance had by then assumed proportions of the token lip service offered by our politicians.  After persuing for a couple more minutes he got up leaving her gasping for breath and more love.  It was first time that their eyes had met after last, impotent nor gay line.  If there was victorious look in his eyes, hers were not showing any anger or remorse either.

 

He looked at her in her ravished state.  She smiled for the first time and said “I know tu naa impotent hai na gay” (I know you are neither impotent nor gay).

 

He now relaxed knowing that now she was hers. She tried to pick her saree but he said “koi nahin aayega – aisey hee raho” (none will come – stay like this)

 

So here was the coveted Saima wearing an overexposing backless blouse and a short skirt and roaming freely in her home with a man ready to fuck her brains out.  He pulled her in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.  She reciprocated and both indulged in the saliva exchanging project.  The kisses had started becoming longer, passionate and the tongues were exploring each other much deeper.  After they disengaged he held her in her embrace showing his dominance and control over her. 

 

She said “Ghar nahin jaana kya” (don’t you have to go home)

 

“chala jaaunga, mujhe time lagta hai” (will go but I take time)

 

Now he went behind her and cupped her boobs.  She also matched it by pushing her ass into his crotch.  He was now planting a serious bout of kisses and boob presses bringing extreme pleasures to the gorgeous housewife.  The guy was very skilful, she thought and was pleased.  She was now on the point of on return. Her sexual urges, unfulfilled for quite some time now had taken over the semi-pious housewife role that she played.