Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

He pulled her to him as they began their dance, feeling the fire of her body as she pressed it against him. “My, but you are the little devil, tonight, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear.” Her only response was to grind her pelvis against him.

Shabana watched her sister in law and her son as they danced. She couldn’t help but notice that they were being a little too familiar with each other, and she wondered if she should say something. What the heck, she thought as she took another sip of wine, Rehana mixed some drug which Amit had brought long back to make her take more lunds, the drug started having effect on her sister in law, they were just having a little harmless fun, that’s all. She continued to watch them closely, feeling a stirring in her loins as she watched Azmath fondle Rehana’s ass.

The song ended and they reluctantly let each other go. “Now, how about that fashion show, ladies?” Azmath asked.


They looked at each other. “Why not,” Rehana answered. “Come on Shabana. Help me take the bags into the bedroom. You just wait here, Azmath. Make yourself comfortable.” With that, the ladies disappeared into Rehana’s bedroom, the same bedroom where he’d first made love to Rehana.

There was a constant chain of giggles coming from the room as they changed. Rehana emerged first, wearing a beige form-fitting dress that came to just above her knees. There was a slit in front, open to just below her panties. The neckline plunged deep, revealing slightly more cleavage then was appropriate.

Shabana followed right behind. She wore a brown leather shirt, cut very tight on her body and hanging several inches above her knees. The skirt was topped with a sheer white top, the fancy lace bra clearly visible beneath. Both women had on high heels, which accentuated the tautness of the legs and asses.

“Damn,” Azmath said. “You two look fantastic. Look at you, mom. Wow. I’m speechless. And you too, Rehana aunty. You’d better be careful, or that neckline might get you into trouble,” he warned.

Both women beamed back at him as they pranced around the room, flaunting their wears. “Wait there,” his mom said. “There’s more to come.” And once again, they disappeared into the bedroom giggling.

Azmath knew Rehana could get a little slutty, but he couldn’t believe how his mom was acting. She was really getting into their fashion show, strutting her stuff and looking sexy as hell. He wondered just how far she was prepared to go.

After several minutes, the door opened and out they came. This time they were dressed more casual. Shabana came first wearing a pair of white shorts, which fit very snuggly, and barely covered her butt cheeks. On top, she wore a multi-colored halter-top with almost no back to it, cut deep in front, barely covering her obviously braless tits.

Rehana had on the same shorts, but hers were black. She topped it with a white tank top that was cropped off well above her belly button. She, too, was braless.

Both women had kept on their high heels, which only added to their sexiness. By looking at their chests, it was obvious that both women were somewhat aroused.

Azmath sat there, speechless. “What’s the matter, Azmath. Cat got your tongue?” Rehana asked.

“Wow.” His eyes just kept darting from one to the other. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen two hotter women,” he finally managed to say.

“There’s one more show to come,” Rehana said.

Shabana looked at Rehana. “I don’t think I can do that one, Rehana,” she said.

“Nonsense,” Rehana responded to her friend. “Besides, if we don’t model our negligees for him, how can we expect him to model his present for us,” she giggled. 

“I don’t know,” Shabana answered. “They’re so naughty.”

“What present?” Azmath interrupted.

“Azmath, don’t interrupt,” Rehana said. “Get us some more wine, would you, please.” Pouting, Azmath headed to the kitchen for the wine.

“Come on, Shabana. We’re just having a little harmless adult fun. Where’s the harm?” Rehana pleaded.

Azmath returned, handing them each a glass of wine. His mom instantly took a big sip. The more she thought about it, and the more the wine worked on her, the more she couldn’t see any real harm in it. After all, they were just having a little fun.

“Okay,” she said at last. “But only if Azmath models his for us, too.” The women looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Just a minute,” his mom said to Azmath as she headed for Rehana’s bedroom. She returned momentarily, a sheepish grin on her face. “Here you go,” she said, handing him a bag. “Take this into Rehana’s guest room, take off all your clothes, and put these on. We’ll be in the other room putting on our negligees.”