01-10-2022, 03:43 PM
Richa was exerted and feeling sleepy despite the coffee break. Further, it was a lot of theory in the session and the trainer wasn't particularly creative. The men still had the roleplay fresh in their mind and were trying to get closer to my wife at every opportunity. Mandar was sitting right next to my wife and his hand was brushing her arms and back at times but Richa remained passive. When it was lunchtime, the female squad from the group headed to regular canteen whereas Mandar suggested Richa to try a cafe on adjacent floor. She wasn't too hungry so thought of trying something lighter and agreed. She had noticed Mandar walking very close to her and also touching her casually at every opportunity but she remained passive. They took stairs and reached the cafe. Nishant offered to buy the food but Richa politely refused and stood in the queue to collect her order. She opted for a sandwich and juice only.
Just as they were searching for the table, the trainer from previous day surfaced. He obviously recognized Richa and the group and asked them to join as he was sitting alone. Nobody could see any reasons to refuse and they were seated in a corner table with sitting for 4. Richa took the seat next to trainer and Nishant and Mandar sat in front of them. They started chit chatting and Mandar couldn't wait but mentioned about boring session and how he enjoyed previous day. And he added in the end, "The roleplay was super exciting! "
"Yeah, she was a sport!", mentioned the trainer, with a wry smile, as he patted my wife on her back and moved to her bare arm. Richa felt as though he took a lot longer than necessary to backtrack his palm but she avoided a reaction.
"But do such situations occur in real?", Mandar asked in excitement and to stretch the conversation to engage Richa. She nodded vigorously in negative manner while she was munching her toast sandwich.
"I mean its not necessarily a practice but do you think you can stay rational when this good looking lady opens up?", the trainer commented and he actually undid first button of Richa's shirt. He patted her to keep her under control and not backtrack. Both Mandar and Nishant were fired up as they watched intently. "I mean seriously, can anyone?", the trainer went further and undid 2nd button and spread her shirt out. "Come on, we're not role-playing now!", my wife tried interjecting and adjust her shirt but her hand was swiftly pushed down by the trainer. "Absolutely Sir!", Nishant commented and stretched his arm to get a touch of her cleavage. Richa did enough to force him track back and prohibiting Mandar trying the same but she felt somewhat vulnerable.
"See, it's easy for experienced who understand where to tap precisely!"
The trainer continued as he picked a drop of ketchup next to Richa's lips on his finger and placed in her mouth. She was startled she allowed him. But he was already tapping her inner thighs closer to her gateway when she tried reacting. The men were completely mesmerised and engrossed as the trainer exhibited his multi tasking skills.
"I thought i called you a sport! Don't be a spoiled one!", the trainer pulled my wife closer as she started protesting his advances.
"Finish off the food. We can take a small walk in the parking!" He announced as he wrapped up his meal.
My wife tried her best to break away but was almost dragged by the men. They didn't physically push her but she was left nowhere to go as they led her into elevators first and then into basement parking lot. Both Mandar and Nishant stood agonisingly close to her in the elevator and attempted touching her secretly while the trainer was standing confidently at some distance. He indicated in a direction where a few smoking mates were standing. They moved to a corner as he lit his cigarette. "You ok?", Mandar asked just to try and tap my wife on her arm but she shrugged off instantly.
"You're stressing them out dear lady!"
The trainer commented as he discharged a puff straight into her face. Richa felt uncomfortable but didn't step back though the trainer inched forward. "Target right areas!", he commented as he placed his one hand against her cheek to tame her while his other one explored her shirt meeting the denim. He stroked her face in between the puffs and raised her shirt slightly to enjoy her tummy and midriff. Richa’s body gyrated as he gently scratched her naval and pinched the waist. He moved his hand from her cheeks to her mouth swiftly as he sensed her body reaction. My wife planted a couple of kisses on his finger and allowed them probe her lips as they stood their in open. As he kept her engaged, he signalled the men. Nishant firmly grabbed one side of her bums but Mandar tried spanking her hard which kind of broke the rhythm. "Calm down!", he instructed as he brought Richa again under control and letting them explore her torso. Both Nishant and Mandar managed to touch her waist, bare arms and a slight grab of her melons. Richa shuddered when the trainer moved further towards her and placed his hand inside her shirt by opening another couple of buttons. He even grabbed her bra strips and pulled them for fun while his fingers brushed into her cups touching the base of her breasts. She didn't even realize that she was pushed into a small structure covered with poles thus staying out-of sight of most others around.
"No more than 5 minutes lady!"
The trainer commented as he felt confident about Richa's position. My wife was surrounded and covered by the 3 men and she didn't need to acknowledge. In no time, there were hands groping her and Nishant became the fifth man in the day to kiss her lips as he smartly turned her face towards him. Mandar, the more desperate of the two, grabbed both her breats and started kneading them. The trainer meanwhile, pushed his hand inside her denim and ensured she remained moist by rubbing her privates over the fabric of her panty. Nishant and Mandar collaborated and ensured she was properly used over the next few minutes. Mandar recovered his quota as he smooched her while Nishant managed to suck her melons albeit over the fabric but touched with his hands inside her bra cups. Both the men moved back when the trainer pulled her closer and planted a kiss himself on my wife's lips. In the day turning out quite extra ordinary, Richa ended up kissing 7 different men on lips and i wasn't even one of them.
Just as they were searching for the table, the trainer from previous day surfaced. He obviously recognized Richa and the group and asked them to join as he was sitting alone. Nobody could see any reasons to refuse and they were seated in a corner table with sitting for 4. Richa took the seat next to trainer and Nishant and Mandar sat in front of them. They started chit chatting and Mandar couldn't wait but mentioned about boring session and how he enjoyed previous day. And he added in the end, "The roleplay was super exciting! "
"Yeah, she was a sport!", mentioned the trainer, with a wry smile, as he patted my wife on her back and moved to her bare arm. Richa felt as though he took a lot longer than necessary to backtrack his palm but she avoided a reaction.
"But do such situations occur in real?", Mandar asked in excitement and to stretch the conversation to engage Richa. She nodded vigorously in negative manner while she was munching her toast sandwich.
"I mean its not necessarily a practice but do you think you can stay rational when this good looking lady opens up?", the trainer commented and he actually undid first button of Richa's shirt. He patted her to keep her under control and not backtrack. Both Mandar and Nishant were fired up as they watched intently. "I mean seriously, can anyone?", the trainer went further and undid 2nd button and spread her shirt out. "Come on, we're not role-playing now!", my wife tried interjecting and adjust her shirt but her hand was swiftly pushed down by the trainer. "Absolutely Sir!", Nishant commented and stretched his arm to get a touch of her cleavage. Richa did enough to force him track back and prohibiting Mandar trying the same but she felt somewhat vulnerable.
"See, it's easy for experienced who understand where to tap precisely!"
The trainer continued as he picked a drop of ketchup next to Richa's lips on his finger and placed in her mouth. She was startled she allowed him. But he was already tapping her inner thighs closer to her gateway when she tried reacting. The men were completely mesmerised and engrossed as the trainer exhibited his multi tasking skills.
"I thought i called you a sport! Don't be a spoiled one!", the trainer pulled my wife closer as she started protesting his advances.
"Finish off the food. We can take a small walk in the parking!" He announced as he wrapped up his meal.
My wife tried her best to break away but was almost dragged by the men. They didn't physically push her but she was left nowhere to go as they led her into elevators first and then into basement parking lot. Both Mandar and Nishant stood agonisingly close to her in the elevator and attempted touching her secretly while the trainer was standing confidently at some distance. He indicated in a direction where a few smoking mates were standing. They moved to a corner as he lit his cigarette. "You ok?", Mandar asked just to try and tap my wife on her arm but she shrugged off instantly.
"You're stressing them out dear lady!"
The trainer commented as he discharged a puff straight into her face. Richa felt uncomfortable but didn't step back though the trainer inched forward. "Target right areas!", he commented as he placed his one hand against her cheek to tame her while his other one explored her shirt meeting the denim. He stroked her face in between the puffs and raised her shirt slightly to enjoy her tummy and midriff. Richa’s body gyrated as he gently scratched her naval and pinched the waist. He moved his hand from her cheeks to her mouth swiftly as he sensed her body reaction. My wife planted a couple of kisses on his finger and allowed them probe her lips as they stood their in open. As he kept her engaged, he signalled the men. Nishant firmly grabbed one side of her bums but Mandar tried spanking her hard which kind of broke the rhythm. "Calm down!", he instructed as he brought Richa again under control and letting them explore her torso. Both Nishant and Mandar managed to touch her waist, bare arms and a slight grab of her melons. Richa shuddered when the trainer moved further towards her and placed his hand inside her shirt by opening another couple of buttons. He even grabbed her bra strips and pulled them for fun while his fingers brushed into her cups touching the base of her breasts. She didn't even realize that she was pushed into a small structure covered with poles thus staying out-of sight of most others around.
"No more than 5 minutes lady!"
The trainer commented as he felt confident about Richa's position. My wife was surrounded and covered by the 3 men and she didn't need to acknowledge. In no time, there were hands groping her and Nishant became the fifth man in the day to kiss her lips as he smartly turned her face towards him. Mandar, the more desperate of the two, grabbed both her breats and started kneading them. The trainer meanwhile, pushed his hand inside her denim and ensured she remained moist by rubbing her privates over the fabric of her panty. Nishant and Mandar collaborated and ensured she was properly used over the next few minutes. Mandar recovered his quota as he smooched her while Nishant managed to suck her melons albeit over the fabric but touched with his hands inside her bra cups. Both the men moved back when the trainer pulled her closer and planted a kiss himself on my wife's lips. In the day turning out quite extra ordinary, Richa ended up kissing 7 different men on lips and i wasn't even one of them.
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