10-08-2019, 10:33 PM
When she was about to get up and step out, Mr. Naidu made his move. He came from behind and planted a kiss on her back while holding her hand. He acted filmy and moved up slowly towards her shoulders. Richa's blouse had a deep cut and was showing a lot of her shoulders and back and Mr. Naidu explored and kissed her in hurry. It was merely about a minute or so but the lack of reaction sealed Richa's fate. Richa never confessed if she didn’t intentionally stop him or her body overpowered her. Whatever it was, my wife was kissing the 50-year-old guy next minute. He made her sit down on the sofa and kissed her lips first. Richa closed her eyes in anticipation and widened her arms indicating a green signal. Mr. Naidu was pleased to have seduced her quickly. “I hope Patil doesn’t have problems!”, he smiled and exclaimed as he broke the kiss momentarily. Richa was now leaning against the hand-rest of the sofa and Naidu was all over her kissing her aggressively. Richa was mostly passive as he mostly kissed her face, lips and went slowly towards her shoulders, neck and cleavage and arms. He was yet to move her pallu or attack her chest but seeing no reaction or resistance, he gather enough courage. Richa had opened her mouth by then to let him touch her tongue and taste each other’s saliva. He was getting confident but instead of attacking her bosom, he lifted her carefully and focused on her back. He started licking her back lustfully and planting kisses on it. As he focused from behind, his hands moved forward, and the fingers were touching Richa's lips and gradually opening her mouth. He was pleasantly surprised when my wife started sucking his fingers while her back was being licked by him. It probably set the tone for him.
“You do sleep with Patil regularly, right?”
Mr. Naidu spilled the beans as he moved to face her and detached her pallu. He placed his palm under her chin and made her face him to answer. Richa didn’t answer directly but lowered her gaze. He enjoyed her discomfort as his hand grabbed one of Richa's melons and pressed it. “Ouuuhhh”, my wife moaned as he increased the force and her body contracted. She noticed his aggression growing as he conquered both her breasts and started thrashing and squeezing them hard. He wasn’t rough yet but there was tremendous lust in it. He lowered on her and started kissing her wildly. They were nasty and sloppy kisses as he explored her mouth deep and wide. Richa was already getting warmed up as she voluntarily placed her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He enjoyed her support and started kissing her cherries and bosom over the fabric. He didn’t unhook her blouse but instead moved down to her naval. Richa had Mr. Naidu (the oldie) already explored her naval and she was aware of South Indian men’s fascination to naval so she started breathing harder to tease him further with the movement of her stomach as if she was super excited. It worked as Mr. Naidu started pinching her stomach and waist and kissing her naval before exploring it deeper with his tongue. His lust was increasing as he soon started biting her stomach and waist and pressing her boobs harder. When Mr. Naidu broke for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Richa in a vulnerable position with her arms stretched outright above her head and her bosom totally exposed to him with closed eyes and heaving breathing. He smiled to himself knowing that Richa was well under his control.
“You didn’t answer me earlier! You bed him regularly, don’t you?” he repeated his question.
Richa smiled this time suggestively as if to affirm his doubt although it wasn’t completely true. But Mr. Naidu enjoyed it smelling as his victory as he extended his hand to take my wife off the sofa and towards the bed. Richa grabbed his hand and raised herself slowly as if being walked towards the bedroom by her lover. He was quite gentle as he placed his arm around her waist while her saree remained palluless. As they approached the bed, he placed his other hand on the plates of my wife’s saree that were tucked. He gently pulled the tucking out dislodging her saree wrap. Richa moved into circles in filmy style letting him unwrap the saree while holding her other hand over her head. He bent down again to kiss her naval and tummy as my wife stood only in her blouse and petticoat in front of her new man. This time he moved up quickly and planted kisses over the blouse on her breasts before smooching her once again. This was turning into a nice lovemaking and surprisingly Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable as she kept playing along. Naidu turned her around as he kissed her back and shoulders again and this time grabbing her tits and also proceeding to unhook her blouse. He was thankfully quite gentle with her clothes as her saree and blouse were soon lying on the bed but weren’t torn apart. Richa was turned again as Naidu buried himself into her cleavage exposed with her cupped bra. He kept sniffing and kissing her while his hands were holding and grabbing her waist, stomach, back and gradually moving down to her buttocks as well. The television was still playing those raunchy and naughty south Indian songs but Mr. Naidu was totally engaged in Richa as she soon lost her bra and her jugs were exposed to him. They didn’t realize Richa's phone ringing as Mr. Naidu was completely drowned in sucking and licking her beautiful and round breasts and hard nipples.
Richa didn’t intervein or stop him to answer the phone although she knew from the ringtone that it was one of her tormentors. “Imran sent me here and Mr. Patil wanting me with his friends anyways”, my wife calculated the risk of not answering her tormentors. She thought it was worth taking the risk as she helped Naidu burry himself completely into her jugs and enjoy them fullest. The man was totally engrossed with the size, firmness (and softness) and colour of my wife’s breasts and attacked like a hungry predator. He was much gentle though as he kept sucking them long and kissing and licking her nips to fullest. Richa slowly adjusted herself against the royal cushion of the sofa armrest while Naidu was all over her. She silently picked up the phone to see Mr. Patil calling. “Yes Sir!”, my wife murmured softly with her other hand cuddling Naidu’s neck who was still buried. “Kay ga zavade, laglis ka tyachya sobat? (Slut! Are you already started with him(Naidu)?)”, Mr. Patil asked brazenly from the other side. “Yes Sir, its going fairly alright Sir!”, my wife answered in meek volume as if to not disturb her man. “Kay alright? Kapde kadhle ki nahi? Boche fodle ki nahi ajun?”(Shut up! has he stripped you yet or spanked your bums?), Mr. Patil continued his interrogation in his raw language. “Jee! Haan ji, chal hi raha hai! (Yes Sir, the action is already going on!)”, my wife had a tough time answering him but she provided further clarification in Hindi to keep him happy. Mr. Naidu was alerted this time as she spoke a complete sentence. He stopped instantly like a gentleman when he noticed her talking on phone. Richa signaled him to continue though as she continued entertaining Mr. Patil. “Details rande! (Need details you slut!)” Mr. Patil seem aggrieved on the other side.
“Haan ji! Saree aur blouse utaar diya hai! Chus rahe hai humare boobs ko! (Yes Sir, he has stripped my saree and blouse! And is now sucking my boobs!)”, my wife finally confessed openly.
“Patil! She is one hail of a babe man! You lucky bastard! I am going to have her all today!”, Mr. Naidu expressed his intentions clearly as soon as Richa put the phone on speaker and clarified that it was Mr. Patil asking eagerly from the other side.
“Absolutely man! No holds barred! She has even licked my ass!”, Mr. Patil spilled the beans although he didn’t enlist all the endeavors (fortunately for my wife). “I’ll see you guys in the evening! Quench all your fantasies!”, Mr. Patil advised his business partner as he disconnected.
“You do sleep with Patil regularly, right?”
Mr. Naidu spilled the beans as he moved to face her and detached her pallu. He placed his palm under her chin and made her face him to answer. Richa didn’t answer directly but lowered her gaze. He enjoyed her discomfort as his hand grabbed one of Richa's melons and pressed it. “Ouuuhhh”, my wife moaned as he increased the force and her body contracted. She noticed his aggression growing as he conquered both her breasts and started thrashing and squeezing them hard. He wasn’t rough yet but there was tremendous lust in it. He lowered on her and started kissing her wildly. They were nasty and sloppy kisses as he explored her mouth deep and wide. Richa was already getting warmed up as she voluntarily placed her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He enjoyed her support and started kissing her cherries and bosom over the fabric. He didn’t unhook her blouse but instead moved down to her naval. Richa had Mr. Naidu (the oldie) already explored her naval and she was aware of South Indian men’s fascination to naval so she started breathing harder to tease him further with the movement of her stomach as if she was super excited. It worked as Mr. Naidu started pinching her stomach and waist and kissing her naval before exploring it deeper with his tongue. His lust was increasing as he soon started biting her stomach and waist and pressing her boobs harder. When Mr. Naidu broke for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Richa in a vulnerable position with her arms stretched outright above her head and her bosom totally exposed to him with closed eyes and heaving breathing. He smiled to himself knowing that Richa was well under his control.
“You didn’t answer me earlier! You bed him regularly, don’t you?” he repeated his question.
Richa smiled this time suggestively as if to affirm his doubt although it wasn’t completely true. But Mr. Naidu enjoyed it smelling as his victory as he extended his hand to take my wife off the sofa and towards the bed. Richa grabbed his hand and raised herself slowly as if being walked towards the bedroom by her lover. He was quite gentle as he placed his arm around her waist while her saree remained palluless. As they approached the bed, he placed his other hand on the plates of my wife’s saree that were tucked. He gently pulled the tucking out dislodging her saree wrap. Richa moved into circles in filmy style letting him unwrap the saree while holding her other hand over her head. He bent down again to kiss her naval and tummy as my wife stood only in her blouse and petticoat in front of her new man. This time he moved up quickly and planted kisses over the blouse on her breasts before smooching her once again. This was turning into a nice lovemaking and surprisingly Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable as she kept playing along. Naidu turned her around as he kissed her back and shoulders again and this time grabbing her tits and also proceeding to unhook her blouse. He was thankfully quite gentle with her clothes as her saree and blouse were soon lying on the bed but weren’t torn apart. Richa was turned again as Naidu buried himself into her cleavage exposed with her cupped bra. He kept sniffing and kissing her while his hands were holding and grabbing her waist, stomach, back and gradually moving down to her buttocks as well. The television was still playing those raunchy and naughty south Indian songs but Mr. Naidu was totally engaged in Richa as she soon lost her bra and her jugs were exposed to him. They didn’t realize Richa's phone ringing as Mr. Naidu was completely drowned in sucking and licking her beautiful and round breasts and hard nipples.
Richa didn’t intervein or stop him to answer the phone although she knew from the ringtone that it was one of her tormentors. “Imran sent me here and Mr. Patil wanting me with his friends anyways”, my wife calculated the risk of not answering her tormentors. She thought it was worth taking the risk as she helped Naidu burry himself completely into her jugs and enjoy them fullest. The man was totally engrossed with the size, firmness (and softness) and colour of my wife’s breasts and attacked like a hungry predator. He was much gentle though as he kept sucking them long and kissing and licking her nips to fullest. Richa slowly adjusted herself against the royal cushion of the sofa armrest while Naidu was all over her. She silently picked up the phone to see Mr. Patil calling. “Yes Sir!”, my wife murmured softly with her other hand cuddling Naidu’s neck who was still buried. “Kay ga zavade, laglis ka tyachya sobat? (Slut! Are you already started with him(Naidu)?)”, Mr. Patil asked brazenly from the other side. “Yes Sir, its going fairly alright Sir!”, my wife answered in meek volume as if to not disturb her man. “Kay alright? Kapde kadhle ki nahi? Boche fodle ki nahi ajun?”(Shut up! has he stripped you yet or spanked your bums?), Mr. Patil continued his interrogation in his raw language. “Jee! Haan ji, chal hi raha hai! (Yes Sir, the action is already going on!)”, my wife had a tough time answering him but she provided further clarification in Hindi to keep him happy. Mr. Naidu was alerted this time as she spoke a complete sentence. He stopped instantly like a gentleman when he noticed her talking on phone. Richa signaled him to continue though as she continued entertaining Mr. Patil. “Details rande! (Need details you slut!)” Mr. Patil seem aggrieved on the other side.
“Haan ji! Saree aur blouse utaar diya hai! Chus rahe hai humare boobs ko! (Yes Sir, he has stripped my saree and blouse! And is now sucking my boobs!)”, my wife finally confessed openly.
“Patil! She is one hail of a babe man! You lucky bastard! I am going to have her all today!”, Mr. Naidu expressed his intentions clearly as soon as Richa put the phone on speaker and clarified that it was Mr. Patil asking eagerly from the other side.
“Absolutely man! No holds barred! She has even licked my ass!”, Mr. Patil spilled the beans although he didn’t enlist all the endeavors (fortunately for my wife). “I’ll see you guys in the evening! Quench all your fantasies!”, Mr. Patil advised his business partner as he disconnected.
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