Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“Follow me,” Ganesh said, happy to be moving again.

Mukta followed Ganesh down the stairs and into the rec. room. She rounded the corner into a long room, with a wet bar on one end, and a high-top table with bar stools along the side. But it was the pool table that got her attention.

“Perfect,” she said, more to herself than to Ganesh. “Just perfect.” And from the deep, dark recesses of her mind, she recalled the scene she’d watched with her husband, all those years ago. And she knew this was the place.

She walked over to the pool table and ran her fingers lightly over the felt. “Do you ever watch pornography, Ganesh?” she asked without looking at him.

Dumbstruck by the question, Ganesh stood motionless. He stared at the back of her head, before letting his eyes wander, drinking in the soft, delicate curves of her mature body. “Damn,” he thought, trying to regain his composure. “Maybe she is hitting on me. Now what do I do?” But try as he might, his 18-year-old mind could not come up with an answer for dealing with a horny 40-year-old.

Finally, as the silence was becoming almost unbearable, he managed a response. “No,” he lied, barely audible. “Really?” Mukta inquired. She turned to face him. “Truthfully, I haven’t watched any since I was a newlywed. But I do remember this one scene,” she said. And slowly, she stepped closer to the nervous young man.

“It was about a gardener, if my memory serves me correctly, and a fancy young woman.” By now, Ganesh had backed up as far as he could, but still Mukta came on, now only a foot away. 

“It took place in a rec. room, much like this one. And there was a pool table.” She placed her hands on his still sweaty tee shirt, rubbing his chest, her mouth a mere inches from his face.

“And he took her,” she whispered into his ear, pressing her breasts against him. “Right there on the pool table.” Softly, she nibbled on his ear.

She eased her head back just enough so she could look him in the eyes. “Will you be my gardener, Ganesh? Will you take me right here, right now?” She slid her hand down Ganesh’s chest and across his stomach. Gently, she rubbed his manhood through his shorts. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

But Ganesh just stood there, unable to answer, unable to move.

Mukta turned around, her back to Ganesh, and snuggled close. Reaching back, she took his hands and guided them forward, placing them firmly on her breasts over her saree whose pallu had already falls off her shoulders and the breast were ready to get out of the blouse. “Squeezed them, Ganesh,” she urged. “Squeeze them hard.” She rubbed her backside against him and held his hands on her breasts. Gradually, she could feel him beginning to respond.

She could feel him softly, tentatively squeezing her breasts, not quite certain if this was really happening.

“Harder!” she urged. “Use me. Or abuse me. I don’t care, just take me!” She felt him squeezing her harder, pulling her tighter against his body. And she knew that she was having an effect. “Take me please , Ganesh,” she screamed. “Take me now!”

And it was like the damn had suddenly burst open. Ganesh released her tits, grabbed the front of her blouse, and violently ripped it open, sending displaced buttons all over the floor.

“Yes!” Mukta exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice.

Mukta stepped forward and spread her arms, allowing Ganesh to tear the blouse from her shoulders. As he reached for her bra, she was removing her saree from her tummy and pulling the string of her petticoat. And as the bra fell free, she was stepping out of her saree and the petticoat with the panties. A moment later, she had once again backed her way into his arms, cooing contentedly as his hands took hold of her now naked body.



She turned around to face her young stud. She took his head in her hands and pulled him to her. Their lips came together and their tongues shot across the divide, dancing wildly with each other. Their hunger for each other grew, fueled by their own lust as they tried desperately to devour each other.

Mukta broke the kiss first, grabbed hold of his hands, and stepped back. She stood there, his hands in hers, allowing him to examine her nakedness. He looked upon her body hungrily, from her slightly disheveled hair, to the rising and falling of her perfectly proportioned breasts, to her taught, slender figure, and to the curly black hair peaking out at the top of her legs.

And when their eyes met again, she could see the questions forming. Releasing his hands quickly, she reached over and placed a finger on his lips. “Anything you want is yours for the taking,” she said softly. “Anything at all. But no questions.”

She removed her finger, took his hands, and led him to the edge of the pool table.

She hopped onto the railing and, with her legs spread wide and Ganesh standing between them, eased herself down until her back came to rest on the felt surface. Slowly, he followed her down until his elbows rested on either side of her arms and his head hovered above hers.