Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

"And then, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Ramu, who had come . A thrill ran through my legs as I realized that Ramu could be my next lover. He was dark skinned, which I like, and I could see he had a ripping physique. And I have heard these lower class labourers can be pretty handy between their legs. And now we know he was good, eh?"

"Yes, dear."

"I actually felt more comfortable with the idea of letting a 100-rupee-a-day labourer fuck me like a streetside whore, than to let one of your rich friends insert his dick into my pussy." Rehana confessed. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes, dear, it sounds cheap but it's making me more excited."

SLAP!

"That's because you are not a real man, darling. That's why Ramu can cum in me as he wants, while you need help."

"Yes, dear."

Rehana kept rubbing my dick, which was getting harder and harder. In particular, I was now eagerly awaiting the story of how Rehana seduced Ramu, once she decided it was him.

"You remember, darling, my bathrobe, the one that just comes up to my hips?" When I nodded, Rehana continued. "I decided to ditch my saris, and wear that. So, wearing just this flimsy bathrobe, and a small thong, I opened the door."

"He must have gotten a shock," I commented.

"Yes." Rehana confirmed. "Ramu's eyes were wide open as he stared at me. I then asked him to follow me to the kitchen to put the milk in the fridge. I could tell his eyes were on my ass, and my shapely legs, as I led him to the kitchen. As I bent over and opened the fridge door, I am sure he must have gotten a good look at my panty covered moist pussy."

I could picture it in my mind. An average labour class guy would have certainly thought of nothing else the whole day after Rehana had flashed him.

"This continued for a few days." Rehana went on with her story. "I would tease him with different clothes. Once I wore your dress shirt, and nothing else. Then one day, I tried to get a glass from the top shelf and Ramu saw me unable to that. He had gotten a bit bolder by this time, so he decided to help me and reached for the glass. But while doing so, he pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine. My hand was already shaking and he pressed his hand onto mine. And then he just stayed like that. His body was almost spooning mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I could tell he was a giant there, and I knew I made the right choice."

"Were you scared?" I asked her.

"Not really." Rehana laughed. "What's the worst that could happen? He would bang me? That would make my job easier." She laughed again, and I cringed. Rehana then continued, "Ramu stayed like that, and so did I for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. I didn't push him off or scold him, and so he stepped back reluctantly. Remember, I was just wearing a shirt, so his hardness was actually rubbing against my bare clitoris."

"Wow, that must have been something for him." I remarked.

"Yes, but more importantly, I could feel his throbbing manhood." Rehana answered. "I was so wet, I almost wanted to rip his lungi off and ask him to fuck me there. But I knew this had to go on at its own pace. The next day, I asked him to stay for tea. I was wearing one of your old T-shirts that day. Ramu, who was a bit apprehensive whether I would be upset, lit up into a smile when I asked him for tea. So there I was, dressed just in a loose T-shirt that barely covered my butts, making tea for our milkman, when out of the blue, he grabbed my right butt cheek and pinched me."

"Wow, he has some cheek -- no pun intended!" I was, once more, amazed at Ramu's audacity.