27-02-2023, 01:55 PM
She paused. I thought about asking a question, but it didn't seem like the right moment. Sure enough, she continued.
"His face got all serious and he said, listen memsaab, I am a lower middle class guy and I don't know your rich foreign travel world. So maybe I am reading things wrong. It seems like you feel attracted to me just like I am attracted to you. Like you are giving me signals with all these foreign clothes."
"Foreign clothes!" I couldn't help but say and chuckle.
"I was flustered at his direct question. I did not know what to say. Then I noticed he was slowly coming towards me. I looked up at him. He asked me again, should I leave or stay? I wanted to tell him to leave but my mouth refused to form the words. He waited a few seconds and when I didn't tell him to leave, he stepped up and...he hugged me. Weird kind of tight hug. But it felt very nice. Sorry, but you will understand given all your times with Denise." she ended with another dangling bait.
"All my times? Just one time."
"Anyway, he hugged, we kissed, he then groped a bit. I also got caught up in the moment. It did not mean anything. And then I rebuffed his further advances." she was almost parroting my Denise excuses.
"You were in the kitchen the whole time?"
"No, we moved to the living room after a few minutes of...you know?"
"I don't know. Tell me in detail!"
"How can I tell you such things in detail? it's weird!"
"This is too little. Did you have sex?"
"Actual intercourse, no."
"Then?"
"Can't you just take me to the bedroom and fuck me first?" she said, pointing to the tent in my pants.
Great point, I thought, and soon we were both naked and in bed. And right after entering her and hearing her usual happy sigh, I asked,
"Did he get under your clothes?"
"Under. Out of." she hungrily answered with her eyes closed. The remaining conversation on this topic happened in fits and bursts during sex.
"What all did he do?"
"Kissed. Not bad. Groped my boobs, first over the kaftan and then under. Then other stuff."
"What other stuff?"
"Touching, fondling, kissing, you know...he has a nice muscular body. He took his clothes off completely."
"Any more stuff?"
There was a very long break of groans and moans before she finally answer,
"He fingered me. And I jacked him off a little."
"How do you jack someone off a little?"
"As in my hands were on his dick maybe just two minutes in the end."
"And his hands?"
"Everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
"Almost everywhere."
"Did you cum?"
"Yes. Slightly. With his fingers. So then I felt obligated to jack him off. Didn't take too long."
"Did you swallow?" she never swallowed mine, so that question took precedence over how she came 'slightly'.
"Ewww! No! He came on my butt." and then she blushed again.
"He did not want to do more?"
"He did. But I made him leave after that. I swear. Nothing more. Told him you were almost home. That made him leave extra fast."
"So you were both naked in the end?"
"He was. I was not, fully. He took my panties off. And then rolled up the kaftan. And we were here, all limbs interlocked, for a little while. After he came on my butt..."
"Were you already on your knees?"
"No, he made me turn around and get on my knees."
Somehow that sentence had a huge impact. That just an hour ago or less, not only had our handyman gotten to third base with my wife, but had also felt powerful enough to order her to get on her knees. And how she must have looked with the white jizz on her big creamy buttocks.
"Get on your knees."
She did, and I watched the round bubble butt that had been the landing site of Shafi's semen. I shoved my dick back into her pussy and pounded her hard for a while and decided to save all other questions for later.
The End.
"His face got all serious and he said, listen memsaab, I am a lower middle class guy and I don't know your rich foreign travel world. So maybe I am reading things wrong. It seems like you feel attracted to me just like I am attracted to you. Like you are giving me signals with all these foreign clothes."
"Foreign clothes!" I couldn't help but say and chuckle.
"I was flustered at his direct question. I did not know what to say. Then I noticed he was slowly coming towards me. I looked up at him. He asked me again, should I leave or stay? I wanted to tell him to leave but my mouth refused to form the words. He waited a few seconds and when I didn't tell him to leave, he stepped up and...he hugged me. Weird kind of tight hug. But it felt very nice. Sorry, but you will understand given all your times with Denise." she ended with another dangling bait.
"All my times? Just one time."
"Anyway, he hugged, we kissed, he then groped a bit. I also got caught up in the moment. It did not mean anything. And then I rebuffed his further advances." she was almost parroting my Denise excuses.
"You were in the kitchen the whole time?"
"No, we moved to the living room after a few minutes of...you know?"
"I don't know. Tell me in detail!"
"How can I tell you such things in detail? it's weird!"
"This is too little. Did you have sex?"
"Actual intercourse, no."
"Then?"
"Can't you just take me to the bedroom and fuck me first?" she said, pointing to the tent in my pants.
Great point, I thought, and soon we were both naked and in bed. And right after entering her and hearing her usual happy sigh, I asked,
"Did he get under your clothes?"
"Under. Out of." she hungrily answered with her eyes closed. The remaining conversation on this topic happened in fits and bursts during sex.
"What all did he do?"
"Kissed. Not bad. Groped my boobs, first over the kaftan and then under. Then other stuff."
"What other stuff?"
"Touching, fondling, kissing, you know...he has a nice muscular body. He took his clothes off completely."
"Any more stuff?"
There was a very long break of groans and moans before she finally answer,
"He fingered me. And I jacked him off a little."
"How do you jack someone off a little?"
"As in my hands were on his dick maybe just two minutes in the end."
"And his hands?"
"Everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
"Almost everywhere."
"Did you cum?"
"Yes. Slightly. With his fingers. So then I felt obligated to jack him off. Didn't take too long."
"Did you swallow?" she never swallowed mine, so that question took precedence over how she came 'slightly'.
"Ewww! No! He came on my butt." and then she blushed again.
"He did not want to do more?"
"He did. But I made him leave after that. I swear. Nothing more. Told him you were almost home. That made him leave extra fast."
"So you were both naked in the end?"
"He was. I was not, fully. He took my panties off. And then rolled up the kaftan. And we were here, all limbs interlocked, for a little while. After he came on my butt..."
"Were you already on your knees?"
"No, he made me turn around and get on my knees."
Somehow that sentence had a huge impact. That just an hour ago or less, not only had our handyman gotten to third base with my wife, but had also felt powerful enough to order her to get on her knees. And how she must have looked with the white jizz on her big creamy buttocks.
"Get on your knees."
She did, and I watched the round bubble butt that had been the landing site of Shafi's semen. I shoved my dick back into her pussy and pounded her hard for a while and decided to save all other questions for later.
The End.