Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 22

 

I looked at my younger sister, Tina, and cringed. Tina was having great fun teasing me, while I’d to endure playing the role of collegegirl. Tina pretended to be the elder sister and it was proving to be highly embarrassing for me. Embarrassing me wasn’t the only reason Tina enjoyed playing the game, having an adult of twenty-six bend to her wishes was exciting and fun. In the store I’d been behaving like a teen and was about to have a temper tantrum, Tina didn’t want trouble in the store; so, she grabbed me and quickly spanked me. It had worked, she had watched me withdraw more deeply into the collegegirl role and had promised to be a good girl. Seeing the sincerity in my eyes worried Tina, for a moment she wondered if the game should be halted, to give me a chance to recover from the role. 

 

What Tina didn’t know was that, I’d been playing around with a boy from college that afternoon. He’d driver me to the edge of an orgasm and kept me there, then sent me home. I was still on edge, needing an orgasm. Instead of going to my room to deal with the frustration, Tina dragged me out to shop for clothes. When Tina dropped the bombshell upon me, that I’d to keep up the ruse for another week; I couldn’t find the strength to complain. All I could think about was my boyfriend, Paul. Not having to say I was breaking up with him, was a great relief; thinking of spending another week in college, several things went through my mind at once. Paul giving me another orgasm, seeing Paul in class and being held by Paul all week.

 

“Paul…” I murmured.

 

“What…” Tina asked.

 

“Oh…nothing…Di…” I automatically responded to my younger sister; it was vital not to let my elder sister know what I was thinking. I meant my younger sister, but it was difficult to keep the act out of my thoughts. Calling Tina my elder sister, had me thinking of Tina as my elder sister. If my elder sister found out I’d been seeing Paul, another spanking would be received. No way did I want that. In this store I’d been pubic ally spanked and it had been horrendous. From now on I was going to behave myself and be a good girl for Tina.   

 

“Try this on…” Tina told me, making it sound like an order. I held up a pink dress, decorated with ribbons. Tina was really pushing it now, I was about to rebel, this was going too far. Being dragged around the store by my younger sister dressed like a dump girl, was the absolute limit. The sting in my bottom had me hesitating, the ridiculous pink dress or another spanking. It was a close call, something had to give and it was obvious I’d given in completely to my younger sister. Tina was now in charge of me and that was that.  

 

“Hi…Tina…” Becky laughed. About to give in and try the dress on, I froze on hearing a girl from class. I’d the pale blue dress up around my hips ready to change.

 

“This is my boyfriend…Andrew…” Becky gleefully introduced the new boyfriend.

 

“Nice underwear…” Andrew laughed. I quickly pulled the hem down into place. He was another pupil from my class and knowing they would gossip about me on Monday, was an awful prospect. The embarrassment was excruciating.

 

“Do you want to come for a soda…” Becky asked. 

 

“Errr…I can’t…” I said looking highly embarrassed. They were staring at the dress, decorated with fairies and butterflies around the hem.

 

“Of course, you can…get this dress on…and you can go with your friends…” Tina said, it was so funny seeing me dressed like a teenager and it was absurd that I was going off to play with a couple of college friends. Obviously, I didn’t want to hang out with a couple of teens, manipulating me into going with them heightened her sense of power. Tina was now the adult in our relationship and that felt so very good. Trying to bring the smile under control was difficult it kept springing back into place.

 

“Go…play with your friends…you don’t have to put this pink dress on…” Tina said.

 

“Alright…Di…you win…I’ll need some decent underwear with this dress…” I whispered to my younger sister. Tina pushed me toward the two smirking teenagers.

 

“Off you go then…I’ll select some clothes for you…and buy your new college uniform…I’ve got your size…” Tina smiled.

 

“Di…” I whined, needing something better than a thong to wear.

 

“What do you want now…Oh…sure…you’ll need your allowance…here…take this pocket money…you can buy the soda’s…” Tina laughed. I couldn’t ask for decent underwear in front of these two from my class, Tina slapped my ass, sending me on my way. It was highly embarrassing being dressed by my younger sister and given an allowance. Worse still was my classmates witnessing my embarrassment. All of this and more combined to keep me in the collegegirl role, I wondered when it was all going to end.

 

As we walked through the store, a breeze from an air-conditioning unit blew the hem up around my thighs; the A line dress flared out from under my bust and the material was filmy. Tina had only meant it as a tease, not for me to wear it with friends. As we walked into the mall, I’d to keep pulling it back into place. The flighty material just wouldn’t stay down. When it did, it was only around my upper thighs. When it blew up, it was under my breasts, showing everything off. Both Becky and Andrew laughed at me, at first.

 

“I know what it’s like…elders can be so bad…they won’t let us grow up…” Becky sympathised.

 

“Does she know about Paul?” Andrew asked.

 

“She does now…she caught us coming out of my bedroom…she was home early from office… we were sneaking out…” I explained.

 

“Oh…too bad…” Becky laughed.

 

“What were you two up to in your bedroom…” Andrew asked putting on a heavy parental voice.

 

“Like…I was sucking my boyfriend off…daddy…” I giggled and suddenly realised I’d gone too far.

 

“No way…” Becky dramatically exclaimed.

 

“Naughty girl…you deserve to be spanked…” Andrew mocked me, he went to slap my ass; but both me and Becky stopped him.

 

"Like…Di…already did that…” I giggled.

 

“My god…did she catch you at it…” Becky asked.

 

“No…Like…I would be dead from embarrassment…and my elder sister’s hands…she guessed…we were up to something…like I told her…I was being mean…you know…like… yea…mean…” I said.

 

“Yes…know what you’re saying…have to be mean to my mom occasionally…to keep her off my case…” Becky said.

 

“I don’t…they leave me to it…If I ask…they might advise me…dad sounds like a bank manager sometimes…” Andrew mused. I sat on a high stool at the counter, it wasn’t good idea but there wasn’t much room left in the popular diner. The short hem floated around my thighs, impossible to control. A roof fan didn’t help.

 

“I’d one of those dresses when I was younger…it was called a bubble dress…sorry…I know your elder sister chose it…just don’t worry about it…if anyone asks…I’ll say you’re Tina…my little sister…” Becky laughed.

 

“Thanks…you’re so kind…” I laughed along with her, three of us laughed for a moment then ordered alcohol free cocktails. I was about to ask for a Bloody Mary then brought myself together, to order a strawberry shake.

 

“Don’t worry…we won’t tell anyone in class…won’t we Andrew…hey…stop ogling her legs…you’re mine…”  Becky said and pinched him.

 

“I’ll tell Paul…” I teased.

 

“Alright…I just can’t help it…every guy in here…is staring at her panties…” Andrew complained. I looked around and found it was true. As I, a shy mature woman, I couldn’t take it. As Tina, a mischievous teen exploring a new sexuality, teasing guys, exploring this power over them it was possible. Using the name Tina, gave me a new persona, so I could do anything without censure.

 

“Hey…the guy keeps bumping into me…that guy groped me when he went by…I nearly fell off the stool…” I complained.

 

“I saw…they’re such babies…not you…sweet thing…” Becky cooed at Andrew.

 

“Could you phone Paul…he’ll keep the wolves at bay…” I grimaced. I spent the rest of the time sucking on a straw, while watching the door. As soon as Paul entered, I waved at him. Some nerdy guy waved back at me and animatedly spoke to his friends. I sighed, guessing at what he was telling them, they looked across at me and I lifted the dress to show them my bare legs and little red thong. They looked as if they’d cum in their pants. Becky, Andrew and I laughed loudly. Paul turned up to join us but didn’t want a drink. We looked like a regular nineteen-year-old couple, no different from out classmates. I no longer acted like a teen; I was a teenager again.

 

“So…what are you three up to…” Paul asked.

 

“We’re laughing at the nerds over there…no…don’t look…” Becky warned. It was clear who she meant and Paul grimaced in their direction, flooring more than just the one. They looked away, finding the floor so very interesting.

 

“Come on…let’s go…this place is too crowded…” Paul told me. I okayed and nodded my head, a habit I hadn’t given up yet was used to say goodbye. I grabbed Becky’s shoulders and air kissed her cheeks. Doing the same to Andrew didn’t win me a favourable smile from Paul.

 

“Nice dress…you look cute…” Paul said, while we were getting into the car. Looking down at myself, I was reminded of the cute butterflies and fairies flying around the hem.

 

“Yea…something Di picked…” I explained. While I was off with my friends from college, Tina went ahead and bought me some clothes. Without me complaining she was free to buy whatever pleased her, after having to spank me as a reminder of who was in charge, she felt as though the point needed to be reinforced. I was no longer a woman; I was a girl and would have to wear girl’s clothes. Maybe she’d gone too far with some of the outfits, they were a little too young for the nineteen-year-old I was meant to be. They were certainly far too young for me; one or two outfits were too revealing for a woman to wear. It would be fun making me try on the clothes at home and seeing the look of embarrassment on my face. Selecting items for a college uniform was easy, as every item was set by the college. However, buying a college uniform for her elder sister was weird and somehow wonderful. If she hadn’t been there when the mistake happened, she wouldn’t have thought it possible that I could take her place in college. Once I pretended to be Tina in college, we were stuck with the deception or face the consequences; we both accepted it and got on with it.

 

Tina broke into a giggle when rummaging through a rack of skirts, looking for my size. I was smaller in height, and build, compared to a lot of the girls in my grade, so there was a good selection. My hips were fuller than her own, but they were more or less the same size; that had been proven when I put on her college uniform. With a devilish smile she chose a skirt and asked for it to be shortened. Selecting a blouse was more difficult as I’d bigger breasts than most nineteen-years-olds. Not huge, but certainly larger than hers, a bra was needed as well as a sport bra. Should she let her elder sister’s breasts bounce around the netball court, to entertain boys?

 

Hell! No! Tina had to keep me away from boys, I was a mature woman, able to make my own decisions when it came to a sexual partner. The problem was how could she let me her elder sister play around with a boy from college. It wasn’t right! Surrounded by randy young guys all day, while acting as a collegegirl, I was in a vulnerable position. Encouraging me to go out with a boy from college, seemed funny at first; Tina had pushed me out the door with the boy, telling me to behave myself like a good girl. Imagining me fending off the boys wandering hands all evening, seemed so very funny. There were dire consequences if I got too close to a boy and I was surrounded by them every day, all day. The guys would be chasing me remorselessly, for I gave off a woman’s sexual confidence and of course there were my big breasts to interest them. Tina just couldn’t leave me to decide who to start a relationship with, if necessary, she would ground me all week. Boys of nineteen couldn’t be trusted, they were eager to screw any female within sight.

 

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“Where are we going…” I asked.

 

“My place…my parents are out…” Paul said not asking if I wanted to or not. We arrived and he quickly led me to his room, no flirting or discussion was attempted. I wondered if I was turning into a slut. Surely, I should have made him work harder before getting onto his bed. Paul held me in his arms tightly, I forgot everything; being his girl was all that mattered.

 

“You don’t like that dress…so you might as well take it off…” Paul said, between kisses.

 

‘So…he’d noticed my feelings’ I though and dreamily spoke “I want to please you…Paul…”

 

“I too want you to please me…” Paul teased, I hit his shoulder wanting more of a commitment; he knew it but wanted to play.

 

“You’re just my sexy slut…isn’t that right…girl…” Paul taunted me. The look in his eyes gave the game away, before hitting him it dawned upon me what kind of game he wanted to play. As an experienced woman I’d come across sexual games before, as a teen it should have been a nasty boy-thing to be rejected.

 

“I’m just your plaything…a sexy slut…willing to do whatever you want…” I breathed close to his ear; a feeling of humiliation rocked through me. As a mature woman this was a fun game, with a husband; as a adult, declaring such a lewd thing to a mere boy was unseemly. More than that it was downright improper, vulgar, slutty and so very arousing.

 

“What will you do for me…slut…” Paul demanded, the more serve he was, the more aroused I became. There was no chance to understand why, I was just hot and sexed-up by it all.

 

“Anything…anything you want…I’ll suck you down my throat…I’ll ride your cock…” I breathlessly moaned.

 

“Open your legs…slut…” Paul demanded, I pulled at my panties, ripping them off my legs. I fell back on his bed and pushed my legs apart, as wide as I could. A need to be his young slut was dragged deep into my mind by an animal lust taking me over. I couldn’t be a teenager for him, but I could be a very experienced slut. Feeling him roughly enter my vagina was magnificent, this boy knew his way without encouragement. He always had me dripping wet, and ready to bone me. He pressed home, fucking me long and hard; right from the first plunge he went deep.

 

An agonising moan left my lips, not from pain but from a primal urge. “Fuck…Oh…yes… fuck me…Paul…fuck me hard…” I cried out. Very near to nirvana I beat my fists on his back and gripped his bottom hard with my heels. He couldn’t hold back any longer, already this was a record, though I would call his gross for saying so. A shudder, a slight expansion of his cock were signs of his orgasm. He was deep and tried shoving in further, he began to shoot my vagina with hot semen. A second, a third and more he spurted sticky hot cum into me.

 

“Oh…fuck…wonderful…Paul…yes…oh god…no…hold still…” I whimpered; Paul grinned a double happiness from seeing me orgasm so strongly. I was trying to break his back but it didn’t matter. I was shorter than him so he couldn’t kiss me when fucking, right then he wanted to engulf me in his arms and tell me I was his, and that he loved me. Instead, he’d to hold up his weight on both hands or suffocate me. He kissed the top of my head and got a mouthful of hair.

 

“Can I remove my penis from your vagina…Miss…” Paul asked.

 

“Wha? Oh…never…” I giggled. Paul pushed himself off me, only I clung on with heels and hands. I didn’t want to let go of his cock, but eventually it slithered free; he slid to my side and grabbed my naked body, as usual he sucked on my nipples and massaged my breasts. My hand went round the back of his head as he suckled on my nipples. It was a grand feeling, a nurturing feeling, washing through my entire body. He always spent time on them while they were sensitive after being teased, or after an orgasm. Even in the classroom he’d mauled them, at least they had settled down to being more sensible in class.

 

“No more…they’re sore…” I told him. Paul was a sensitive lover and liked to pay me attention. He learnt what I liked and gave me plenty of it, it was no wonder I was head-over-heels in love with him. Sometimes I felt I was a silly girl, with an infatuation for a college boy hunk; maybe I was, but it was wonderful to feel this way.

 

“It’s getting late…I’ve got to go…” I quietly spoke, not wanting to leave him.

 

*****End of Chapter-22*****