Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

What he saw was the most amazing sight he had seen in his young life. There, right before his very eyes, lay his sexy aunty Rehana, sprawled out on her bed, fully naked with one hand massaging the most gorgeous fair and big tits he had ever seen and the other frantically working her clit.

Azmath controlled his first reaction, which was to scream and make a run for it. One quick look around reassured him that, in the privacy of Rehana's back yard, no one would see him. He immediately dropped his shorts and went to work on his massive boner, unable to divert his eyes from the heavenly body laid open before him. He stroked himself as she massaged first one tit, then the other, as she spread her legs wide to accommodate both her hands, as she thrust her hips skyward to meet her fingers as they dug deeply into her cunt. He shot his cum on the side of the house as he heard her scream his name “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooh AZMATHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee yesssssssssssssss fuck my cuntttttt”, and watched as she bucked wildly on the bed before letting out a final gasp and collapsing. He nearly collapsed himself. Quickly regaining his composure, he took one last look inside at the goddess lying limp upon the bed before him, gathered up his shorts and took off for home. That night, Azmath lay in bed reliving the afternoon's events. It occurred to him that, for some reason, he had been responsible for his aunt Rehana's arousal. That he had been the object of her sexual fantasy seemed obvious. Something about him, or something he had done, had sent her racing for sexual release immediately after he had left. He wondered. Would it happen again? Could it happen again? He made up his mind then and there that, if the opportunity arose again, things would unfold differently for both of them.

While dressing the next morning, it crossed Azmath's mind that he should be nervous, uncomfortable with what he had seen, with how he felt, with what he hoped to do. He wasn't. Azmath had been with girls before. Women no, but girls his own age, yes. He was not wholly inexperienced in the art of love. He was in control of himself and had no doubt that, given the chance, he could handle his aunt Rehana. Handle Rehana. If this day brought a repeat of yesterday's extra-curricular activity, he intended to seize the moment.

Rehana awoke the next morning with a rush of emotions. She knew that yesterday's emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was too old to be harboring such feelings toward Azmath. He was her best friend's son he was his Sister in laws son, he was as old as her own son. She prayed that, somehow, she could control herself today, that she could put their relationship back on the level it belonged, that she could somehow overcome her body's betrayal. This is all because of Amit he had changed her for ever ,now after having fucked by Amit, then by Ravi, recently by new lover Prasad, she wanted sex every day and she cannot get it from her husband and even her son was not there ,she just cannot go out and get from any tom dick and harry as her social status was at stake, she needed sex that’s all but she was aware of the situation. 

Azmath arrived at precisely 10 o'clock, let himself in the back gate and went right to work. 

"Good morning, Azmath," he heard her shout. He stopped what he was doing, turned and spotted her on the deck. She was dressed in the same blue kameez deep neck and tight on her body, with no bra. Not much in the way of modesty, he thought, as he remembered her spread-eagled on her bed, her fingers crammed up her cunt, calling out his name. "Good morning, Rehana . You're looking good this morning."

"Why thank you, Azmath. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Not at the moment, thanks. Maybe later, though."

"Okay. Just shout if you need anything." She disappeared inside the back door. Funny, she thought to herself, but he'd never called her by her first name before he always called aunty . Nor had he ever complimented her on her looks. She smiled to herself as she felt that familiar tingling sensation building in her loins. "Stop it," she said out loud. "I'm not going down that road again." She tried to get her feelings under control as she went about her household chores, but she kept finding herself at the bedroom door staring at him fixing the new air conditioner. Or out back, doing one non-important task or another, stealing a glance his way whenever she thought he wasn't looking. She was beginning to feel like a high college girl with a crush on someone.

Azmath had everything finished and cleaned up by 2:30. He went to the back door and looked inside. "All done Rehana aunty. Do you want to take a look?"

"I'll be right there," she her responded.

She met him in the bedroom then saw the living room. "It looks great, Azmath. You sure did a good job. Have a seat on the deck I run inside and get your money. Could I interest you in a coke or something?"

You could interest me in something, he thought, but answered "A coke would be great, if you have one, why do you have to pay me aunty "
Rehana Said “ I know I need not pay but do you get the new air conditioner, LED TV for free I have to pay for that is it not”

He took a seat at the table and waited. "I hope you don't mind a check" she said as she returned from the house. She handed him his check and the coke, then disappeared back inside the house. She reappeared moments later with a glass of wine and sat down across from him. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Azmath found it difficult to concentrate. His gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her big boobs in her in the deep neck kameez which was bit low neck and bit transparent, and the nipples, which showed through unmistakably.

It had been impossible for Rehana not to notice Azmath's preoccupation with her breasts. She realized that, given the circumstances, her choice of clothing that morning hadn't been the best. She may have sensed the effect she was having on Azmath, but she knew the effect he was having on her.

After he finished his coke, Azmath rose from his chair. "Well, I've got to run now. Thanks again for the job, Rehana aunty. If there's anything you need done in the future, just let me know." With that, he collected his things, except for his bike keys and wallet, which he conveniently forgot, and headed out the gate.

The moment Azmath left Rehana was through the back door and headed for the bedroom. Her kameez was off before she was two steps into the house, discarded on the living room floor. The next thing she knew, she was lying face up on her bed, her right hand squeezing her big soft breasts, her left hand shoved down her salwar. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her. She couldn't explain how he could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with anyone for the last month after she left Bangalore and Prasad her husband Saleem was also not there. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her will power not to jump his bones earlier. She was not going to be denied her release now.

She reluctantly removed her hands from her their current pleasure, and sent them to free her entrapped cunt. Quickly, the snap on her salwar was released and the salwar was down. Placing her thumbs inside her panties, she quickly removed these final obstacles, kicking them across the room. She closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her enflamed pussy. With one hand on her love button and one attacking her cunt, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm. Dreamily, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, there was Azmath, sitting above her on the bed, staring intently at her. She screamed his name “ what the hell you are doing here in my bed room Azmath”and moved to cover herself. But just then, her body betrayed her, exploding into orgasm.