Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Right now, Rehana’s mind was a blur as the pleasure kept building and building, heading for what was certain to be a massive release. She never questioned Prasad when he told her to “entertain” his friends. She trusted him completely. What’s more, she relished the naughtiness of the situation and her friend watching it made it more hotter for her. Her body shook as fat-cock slammed her pussy, filling her with his breadth, and long-cock filled her mouth. But it wasn’t a blow job she was giving to him, rather it was a mouth fucking he was inflicting on her.

She felt her tits shaking beneath her as fat-cock held her hips and long-cock held her head. She reached her right hand back to her clit, desperately seeking release. But before she could cum, she felt fat-cock’s body go rigid, jerking spasmodically as he filled her with his cum.

Even as the final drops of his seed were oozing into her, she felt both boys withdrawing from her. “No nooooooooooooooo pleaseeeeeeee noooooooooo I want it moreeeeeee ,” she gasped, pleading for more.

She wasn’t disappointed. No sooner had fat-cock withdraw from her and moved aside, then long-cock was positioning himself in his place. “Yes,yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddd yess” she gasped as the tip of long-cock’s manhood pressed against her back door. “Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard fukc m y ass with that big lund yes just fuck me with that young lowda yesssssss!”

With surprising gentleness, long-cock eased into her, slowly at first, just a little at a time. But soon, the thrusts were quicker and deeper, until finally, he was ramming himself into her without mercy.

Rehana balanced precariously on her left hand while her right feverishly attacked her love button. And then it struck her. She screamed out as the throws of ecstasy filled her body. Her left hand collapsed and her head and shoulders fell to the floor as long-cock continued his attack.

And finally he came, his sperm filling her dark hole and oozing down her leg. As he withdrew from her, the last of his sperm spent, Rehana felt her muscles fail her. She fell over sideways, before rolling onto her back. And she lay there, chest heaving, only vaguely aware of her situation.

She heard sounds around her, somehow associating them with fat-cock and long-cock getting dressed. And she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and realized that they had left. And then there was nothing, only sweet, silent peace.

After a while, how long she wasn’t certain, she heard a rustling noise near her, followed by a hand gently stroking her cheek. “Lift your heard.” She recognized Prasad’s voice, and smiled. She reached out with her hand and felt his body. Feeling that he was naked, she shook her head.

“Come here,” she said quietly. “Leave the blindfold on.”


Mukta managed to pull herself together just about the time Ram and Javeed left. With a little effort, she managed to make herself look presentable, and prepared to leave. She took one final look inside and saw her son bending over her best friend. For a moment, she was nearly sucked in again, but she managed to tear herself away from the window, and begin the short trip back to the car.
Ten minutes later, she found herself sitting in a restaurant corner, a half-empty coke in front of her and naughty, un mother like thoughts filling her head

Mukta exited the restaurant around 4:00 PM. She stood there a moment, unsure of what to do next, but she still wasn’t quite ready to face Rehana and Prasad. Not after what she’d seen earlier that afternoon. So now what?

She hopped into her car, fidgeted a bit with the seat belt and mirrors, and pulled out of the parking lot. She drove aimlessly, trying unsuccessfully to come to grips with her emotions.

She thought of Rehana, her best friend. She saw her as she’d been last weekend when the two of them had made slow, tender love for the first time. And she saw Rehana as she was earlier today, a blindfolded, submissive slut, only too eager to submit herself to anybody’s will. 

And then there was Prasad, her son. She saw him as he dominated Rehana - a woman 18 years his senior - with her naked body sprawled over his lap as he spanked her, teased her, and brought her to orgasm. And she saw his naked body, with his engorged manhood standing proudly before him. 

She had every right to be angry! True, Rehana had told her that she was seeing someone, but she didn’t say it was Prasad! Nor did she let on about what a submissive slut she was! How many people had fucked her lately? She was afraid to guess. And Prasad, her own son! How could he treat a woman like that?

Yes, she had every right to be angry. And she was! But what was really bothering her was how horny it had made her. How she’d become so obsessed with what she was watching, that she’d dropped her panty on the spot - in her own backyard – and brought herself to orgasm. Not once, but twice! And even worse, the second time, it was the sight of Prasad’s naked body that had sent over the edge. Try as she might, she just couldn’t get that picture out of her mind. 

And now, she was afraid to go home. Afraid to face him, and afraid to face her. And afraid of what might happen if she couldn’t get a grip on her growing jealousy of Rehana, and the unmotherly urges she was feeling for her son. Thinking a walk might help, she headed for her favorite park. 
She’d been walking for about 15 minutes when a young man, a jogger, pulled up beside her.

“Hi, Mrs. Mukta,” he said, panting. “Remember me?”

Mukta looked at the young man, at his sweat-drenched tee shirt topping his blue jogging shorts. “Ganesh. Of course I remember you. How’s your life these days?” 

Ganesh had been a teammate of Prasad’s on the pre university college cricket team two and a half years ago. He was approximately 6’ tall, with short hair.