29-09-2022, 09:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 29-09-2022, 09:57 PM by bharats1981. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Friends, back with the day 4 episode!
Richa was extremely tired when our alarm blasted at 6am the next day. I had some early meetings that day so she dragged herself out of the bed while I was rushing through morning chores. I tried to assist her make tea and toast but had to leave early to be able to reach work on time. I gave her a short massage on her legs and thighs before giving a goodbye kiss. "I will manage, don't worry!", she assured me as I left a little after 7 though she was almost dragging herself through. She had 1.5 days of training left before resuming her regular office duties. She was already thinking of avoiding public transport and opting for a taxi that day. That would have also avoided her interaction with Raja in a way and helped reduce any walk as well.
"Good morning madam", Raja's message flashed on her phone as soon as she picked it up.
But before Richa could respond pleasantries, he called her phone. He knew enough about my wife to feel confident calling her without bothering about my presence. He felt confident that she could handle it and Richa didn't disappoint him. She answered on the 2nd or 3rd bell, much to his excitement. "Zop lagli ka madam? Chaltana pay dukhatay ki naahi? (Did you sleep ma'am? Aren't your legs aching when walking (this morning)?)", he was straight to the point. Richa found no merit in disagreeing and admitted the terrible hangover she had. He offered to help by suggesting she take the bus with him so he can get her a seat (wonder how though!) during transit. Richa thanked him but also informed him that she was planning to take a taxi instead. "Okay, I will be there by 9:15!", he informed her without Richa asking. And my wife couldn't oppose him in time (as always), handing him another opportunity for some soft action in the taxi.
"DING DONG"
The doorbell rang just as Richa disconnected the call with Raja and was about to put her cell phone for charging. She picked up the garbage bag assuming it must be the sweeper to pick up garbage and proceeded to open the door and keep the bag outside. She was startled to notice Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Naidu standing at the door. Mr. Naidu quickly picked the garbage bag from her hand and placed it outside in the passage while Mr. Nagarkar grabbed my wife by her shoulders as they entered our house. Mr. Naidu bolted the door and they both bent over to kiss my wife. It wasn't the first time for any of them but Richa was unprepared. She was physically exhausted and had to leave for training within an hour. “Saw Bharat leaving early today!” Mr Naidu clarified as he winked at her. He had already grabbed her by the waist while they walked into the living room. Mr Nagarkar didn’t fail to notice the struggle Richa had as they walked.
“Rough night, eh?”
Mr Nagarkar probed my wife as he placed his hand inside her dress grabbing her right breast. Richa was merely in a one piece dress that was reaching till her thighs. She had skipped bra and panty both, though that would have hardly mattered! But instead of removing the dress completely, they both grabbed her right and left breast and pulled it up from her dress. Richa’s eyes closed and mouth opened as they started pinching her nips together and scratching the base. It wasn’t rough yet but she shuddered when those old, dry and rough lips touched her soft and tender ones. Nagarkar grabbed her upper lip and Naidu reached for lower lip while she struggled to stand. But that barely affected as they alternately kissed her lips and sucked her nipples. It wasn’t long before Naidu pulled her towards her and started smooching. Nagarkar wasn’t offended as he claimed her back and lifted her dress slightly to give a playful smack on the bums.
“Looks like Imran or was your dear hubby that brutal?”
Mr Nagarkar didn’t fail to notice reddish welts on her bums left by Lala ji's furious spanking. His comment made Richa nervous but she avoided responding. Mr Naidu broke away from kissing to ascertain his friends’ observation. Richa’s dress was lifted and tucked at her shoulder as they probed her bums. “Quite rough eh?” Mr Naidu exclaimed to his friend as that seemed to have excited him too. Mr Nagarkar didn’t let Richa lower her face and instead made her look at them and repeated the question. “Or is there someone else?” Roared Mr Nagarkar when my wife failed to respond. A couple of hard slaps on her face and to her breasts did the trick but Richa wasn’t comfortable exposing the full truth. “Imran’s friend!” She whispered.
Richa was extremely tired when our alarm blasted at 6am the next day. I had some early meetings that day so she dragged herself out of the bed while I was rushing through morning chores. I tried to assist her make tea and toast but had to leave early to be able to reach work on time. I gave her a short massage on her legs and thighs before giving a goodbye kiss. "I will manage, don't worry!", she assured me as I left a little after 7 though she was almost dragging herself through. She had 1.5 days of training left before resuming her regular office duties. She was already thinking of avoiding public transport and opting for a taxi that day. That would have also avoided her interaction with Raja in a way and helped reduce any walk as well.
"Good morning madam", Raja's message flashed on her phone as soon as she picked it up.
But before Richa could respond pleasantries, he called her phone. He knew enough about my wife to feel confident calling her without bothering about my presence. He felt confident that she could handle it and Richa didn't disappoint him. She answered on the 2nd or 3rd bell, much to his excitement. "Zop lagli ka madam? Chaltana pay dukhatay ki naahi? (Did you sleep ma'am? Aren't your legs aching when walking (this morning)?)", he was straight to the point. Richa found no merit in disagreeing and admitted the terrible hangover she had. He offered to help by suggesting she take the bus with him so he can get her a seat (wonder how though!) during transit. Richa thanked him but also informed him that she was planning to take a taxi instead. "Okay, I will be there by 9:15!", he informed her without Richa asking. And my wife couldn't oppose him in time (as always), handing him another opportunity for some soft action in the taxi.
"DING DONG"
The doorbell rang just as Richa disconnected the call with Raja and was about to put her cell phone for charging. She picked up the garbage bag assuming it must be the sweeper to pick up garbage and proceeded to open the door and keep the bag outside. She was startled to notice Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Naidu standing at the door. Mr. Naidu quickly picked the garbage bag from her hand and placed it outside in the passage while Mr. Nagarkar grabbed my wife by her shoulders as they entered our house. Mr. Naidu bolted the door and they both bent over to kiss my wife. It wasn't the first time for any of them but Richa was unprepared. She was physically exhausted and had to leave for training within an hour. “Saw Bharat leaving early today!” Mr Naidu clarified as he winked at her. He had already grabbed her by the waist while they walked into the living room. Mr Nagarkar didn’t fail to notice the struggle Richa had as they walked.
“Rough night, eh?”
Mr Nagarkar probed my wife as he placed his hand inside her dress grabbing her right breast. Richa was merely in a one piece dress that was reaching till her thighs. She had skipped bra and panty both, though that would have hardly mattered! But instead of removing the dress completely, they both grabbed her right and left breast and pulled it up from her dress. Richa’s eyes closed and mouth opened as they started pinching her nips together and scratching the base. It wasn’t rough yet but she shuddered when those old, dry and rough lips touched her soft and tender ones. Nagarkar grabbed her upper lip and Naidu reached for lower lip while she struggled to stand. But that barely affected as they alternately kissed her lips and sucked her nipples. It wasn’t long before Naidu pulled her towards her and started smooching. Nagarkar wasn’t offended as he claimed her back and lifted her dress slightly to give a playful smack on the bums.
“Looks like Imran or was your dear hubby that brutal?”
Mr Nagarkar didn’t fail to notice reddish welts on her bums left by Lala ji's furious spanking. His comment made Richa nervous but she avoided responding. Mr Naidu broke away from kissing to ascertain his friends’ observation. Richa’s dress was lifted and tucked at her shoulder as they probed her bums. “Quite rough eh?” Mr Naidu exclaimed to his friend as that seemed to have excited him too. Mr Nagarkar didn’t let Richa lower her face and instead made her look at them and repeated the question. “Or is there someone else?” Roared Mr Nagarkar when my wife failed to respond. A couple of hard slaps on her face and to her breasts did the trick but Richa wasn’t comfortable exposing the full truth. “Imran’s friend!” She whispered.
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