Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Rehana closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of strong arms holding her, still not quite believing the affair she was having with this young man, or the power he had over her. She sighed, letting herself go, as her body slowly melded with his, as his hands began to wander sensuously over her clothed body. And once again, the magic of his touch swept her away. 
His hand found her bare tummy, slid under her blouse, and took possession of her breasts, massaging them gently, carefully. She whimpered slightly when he removed his hand, but smiled again as he released the saree along with the petticoat from her tummy and let it fall to the floor.

As Prasad slid his right hand into her panties, his left hand returned to her big boobs. Holding her backside close to his front, he worked his magic on her pussy, and on her big breasts. Rehana could feel her body shudder as he massaged her cunt, once again igniting the fire within her that he knew only too well how to light.

As he squeezed her right breast hard, she gasped, allowing her eyes to open, reminding her of the hotel room they were in, and of the window she was standing in front of. Her eyes sought out the room across the courtyard, and found the same man standing there, watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

Rehana jumped instinctively, moving her hands in front of her body in a feeble attempt to hide her big boobs and what Prasad was doing, and opened her mouth to protest. But at just that moment, Prasad's fingers found her love button, and instead of cries of protest, it was moans of pleasure that escaped her lips as her eyes instinctively closed.

Any thoughts of hiding from the man across the way were immediately dashed. It didn't matter who saw her now, who saw what this man barely half her age was doing to her. All that mattered was that he keep doing it.

Prasad's rapt attention to her big soft fair breasts and clit continued for several minutes, and all the while she could feel her pleasure building, the wetness in her pussy growing. He finally removed his hands and took hold of the bottom of her blouse, and waited. She hesitated only briefly, letting the naughtiness of the situation heightened the pleasure. Raising her arms slowly as she opened her eyes, she watched the man as he watched Prasad reveal her ample fair breasts.

Prasad's hands moved slowly, almost casually, to her hips, and soon she felt her panties sliding over her buttocks, falling gently and quietly to the floor. She grabbed her breasts in her hands, squeezing them, rubbing them together, smashing them against her body. And she performed for the stranger, gyrating her hips, thrusting her pussy towards the window, and then pressing herself back against Prasad, rubbing her ass against his obviously aroused lund.

Her right hand released her tit and made its way to her pussy, sliding in, then out. Teasing herself. Teasing the man.

And then she felt Prasad's hands grasp her shoulders firmly, turning her so her side was to the window. Silently, he moved so that he was facing her, his side also to the window. The look in his eyes told Rehana what to do next, and her hands moved quickly to unbutton his shirt.

As she released the last button, she opened the shirt, placing the palms of her hands on his chest. Slowly, she began rubbing the firm young chest, her own body tingling as she ran her hands over his muscles. As she reached his neck, she pushed the shirt down his shoulders, allowing it to slip down his arms, ending in a pile on the floor.

Her hands slid their way down his chest, finally reaching his belt. Awkwardly, she fumbled with his belt, before finally releasing the button and lowering the zipper. Then, it was only a matter of seconds before the pants and underwear joined the other clothes strewn across the floor.

She reached out, took his cock in her hand, and began caressing it, thinking she knew what came next. But as she started to kneel down, Prasad again grabbed her by the hair and stopped her. With a mischievous smile on his face, he shook his head.

"Turn your back to the window, don’t you want to give nice show to the guy there I know it makes you more hot when you show off to the other guys don’t you Rehana " Prasad commanded as he released her hair. Rehana moved quickly to obey. 

"Bend over and grab your ankles." Rehana felt her heart begin to flutter wildly, anticipating the degradation that was to come, the humiliation Prasad was about to put her through. She gave his cock one final squeeze, hard enough to bring a grimace to his face, before releasing it.

Slowly, she bent forward, wiggling her ass for the young man across the way. With legs slightly bent, she had no trouble reaching her ankles. Look at me, she thought. I've become nothing but a shameless hussy. But God how I love it!

And then Prasad stepped closer to her, turned slightly so he could easily see the other man, and set his hands on her butt cheeks. He massaged her tender cheeks - gently at first, slowly. And then harder, squeezing them roughly. He spread the cheeks wide, displaying her most private parts to their audience. Rehana felt her knees weaken as she moaned softly”ooooooooooohhhhhhh yeeeee”, feeling the tension building up within her, begging for release. 

And she gasped as Prasad slid his fingers into her cunt, rocking her body with his pumping hand, in, then out, and then in again. She could just feel the beginning twinges of relief coming on when he suddenly withdrew his fingers.

"No!NOOOOOOOOO" she screamed desperately. "Don't stop."