Turn around of shy wife

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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Prasad attacked her ass with a fury that astounded Mukta. This time when he stopped, he went for her ass hole, sliding his fingers in, rocking Rehana’s ass. There were more muffled cries. But this time, there was a hint of pleasure in them. Rehana was screaming with pleasure “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhyessssssssss smack my ass smak it as you like and finger my asshole yessssssssssssss yessssssoooooooooooh”And he continued to work Rehana’s ass, while Mukta brought herself closer to the edge.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! From the convulsions of her body, it was clear to Mukta that Rehana was moaning “ ooooooooooooh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD I am cumminggggggggggggggg yesssssssssssssssssss fuccccccccccccccck yesssssssssssssssssss maderchoddddddddddddddd you aremaking me cummmmmmmmmm”coming, and coming hard. With a final, frantic fury, Mukta joined her friend, feeling the orgasmic waves flowing over her.

She stumbled away from the window, leaning against the house to catch her breath. There was a voice inside of her, deep inside, yelling that this was wrong, that it could only come to no good. But she ignored the voice, and her back slid slowly down the house siding until her panties came to rest on the dirt.


For several long minutes, Prasad allowed Rehana to lie on his lap and gather herself. “I think mom liked the show,” he said at last. “She pulled her saree up and had one hand in her panties and one under her blouse. She came just after you did, and then disappeared.”

Rehana nodded her head, acknowledging what he had said.

“Can you stand?”

Again she nodded, moving back to her knees before standing up. She looked shaky, but to proud to let on. 

Prasad stood up, grabbed the chair, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was dialing his cell phone. “Hi. It’s me,” he said into the phone. “Are you ready? My aunty is ready for you guys”he was talking to his friend’s

He waited, listening to the party on the other end. “Good,” he said and hung up the phone. 

“I’ll be in my room for a while, “ he said to Rehana. “I’m expecting a couple of friends to stop by momentarily. Let them in and keep them entertained until I come back, okay you are going to enjoy moreof young lunds Reahana and give a good show to mom she needs to get hot ?”

“Yes sir,” she responded obediently, not quite certain whether the tremors in her body were from anticipation of two total strangers that too young boys are going to enjoy her and she will be watched by her close friend in her house. Ultimately, however, it didn’t matter. She would do exactly what she’d been told to do.


Mukta regained her composure slowly. There were a million thoughts running through her mind, but she tried to shut them out. One thing she couldn’t shut out, however, was the sight of her best friend sprawled across her son’s lap, getting a very hard, very erotic spanking.

When she finally regained her feet, she carefully brushed the dirt off the back of her panties, pulled her petticoat along with her saree she pushed it down and was getting up from the floor of the garden, and tucked in her blouse. Feeling somewhat more composed, she looked into the window just in time to see her son hanging up his cell phone. He turned to Rehana, said something, and headed off down the hall, leaving her standing alone in the center of the room.


Mukta watched for a moment, wondering what, if anything was next. But Rehana just stood there, unmoving, and Prasad didn’t return. For several minutes, nothing changed. Just when she’d convinced herself that it was time to leave, Mukta heard the sound of car doors closing somewhere in front of the house.

“Oh shit,” Mukta thought. “Now what.” Her first thought was that these were just a couple of Prasad’s friends showing up unannounced. Then panic struck her. Of course Prasad wouldn’t answer the door. But his car was out front. What if they walked around the house looking for him? They’d catch her!

She heard the distant sound of her doorbell ringing. Just as she was turning to leave, the most extraordinary thing happened. Rehana turned and began moving slowly and carefully to the front door. Mukta froze in her tracks, crouching down for a closer look. She watched in astonishment as Rehana reached the door, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open. She made no move to hide behind the door, and no move to cover-up. Instead, she stood there boldly, eyes blindfolded, mouth stuffed with her own panties, and waited.