Adultery Alka and her Bhabhi Rekha by Teluguprakash

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Chapter 05

Alka whispered to him, "Is it hard?"

There was no need for an answer to this silly question.

"Poke it on Bhabhi's cunt," she whispered in his ears.

That was supposed to be a secret conversation between them and Rekha was not even supposed to have known that she had whispered something in his ears. So be it, Rekha thought.

Slowly Chintu's hands crept between their bodies and went up.

"Bhabhi, did I tell you that you have the sexiest pair of boobs that I have seen?" asked Chintu.

"No you didn't tell me. But tell me, how many pairs have you seen that you can make a judgment that mine are the best?"

"I have not seen many from so close by but don't tell me that I have not seen many that we can make a judgment. We all look at the girl's boobs before we even look at her face," he was explaining her.

At the same time his palm crept up and closed over her left breast. Rekha playfully hit his head. He disregarded her hitting his head which was just a notional reprimand. He continued to hold her breast and she hit him again. His left hand held her ass and kept her close to him. He felt the hem of her panty leg.

"What did you think? That I was not wearing a panty?" asked Rekha.

He continued playing with the hem now pulling it and then and releasing it. It had elastic, he guessed.

"Don't keep pulling it that way. It will make the elastic loose," she said.

He stopped pulling it and instead he pushed the hem to the inner side and pushed it to the ass crack. She hit his head again playfully.

"Can't you keep those hands to yourself?"

"How can I keep quiet Bhabhi?" he asked her. "It is not my fault that you are so sexy."

"Will you stop flattering me now?"

"I told you that I am not flattering you. I am just telling you the truth," he said pushing his cock against her pubic region. His knees were slightly bent so that their pubic regions met each other. She pretended not to have taken cognizance of his actions. It was humanly impossible not to feel the pressure on her cunt but then that was Rekha's specialty. His hand closed in on her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. She did nothing more than giving a gentle tap on his head.

"I should never have given you this kind of freedom from the beginning," she said.

"Now you can't take back the freedom Bhabhi," Alka who had been keeping quiet said.

"I know. That's what I am regretting," Rekha said smiling.

They all knew that she did not mean what she said. Chintu resumed playing with her ass. He seemed particularly fascinated by the panty. He felt the panty again.

She hit him on the head again in mock reprimand and said, "Don't do it. It will make the elastic loose."

The meaning was not lost to Alka and Chintu. It meant, don't play with my panty because it will make the panty loose.

"I won't pull the elastic, I promise," he said.

"Don't touch the panty. You don't go around playing with the bra and panties of the girls you dance with do you?"

"You are not wearing a bra, are you?" Chintu asked with his palm covering Rekha's breast.

He gave it a gentle squeeze. The pleasure was too much for Rekha. One of Chintu's hands was playing with her panty and the other covered her breast. He was rubbing his hard cock on her cunt. She was unsure how long she could take the triple pleasure without responding openly. Till now she had managed to present a picture of being seduced by the duo of Alka and Chintu.

"Keep quiet Bhabhi," he said mimicking Rekha and putting his finger on his lip.

He went back to touching her ass. Now he was deliberately slow and instead of pulling the hem of her panty as he had done earlier, he pushed the hem towards the crack. He did it openly staring at her and locking his gaze with her. It was as if he was telling her, "Do what you can but I will not stop playing with your ass."

He took his hand from her breast and took hold of both the sides of her panty and pushed the hem into the ass crack. That was blatant act but done so suddenly. She thought that he would play with her ass as he had done earlier but hardly expected him to do this.

"You are getting very bold these days. I am not Alka or your girlfriend, whatever her name is," Rekha said.

"Nobody can come anywhere near you. Bhabhi," he said without showing any regret for his action.

"I bet that you will go and kneel down and ask Alka's forgiveness when you are alone with her for having praised me."

"Even she admits that you are sexier than her. What is there to hide from her or you Bhabhi?"

He increased the pressure on her pubis and pressed her ass towards him. She had given up telling him not to play with her ass.

Now the panty could not be felt. He had earlier pushed the panty in between her plump ass cheeks. He just felt the expanse of both her spherical flesh as he moved his hands over it. He started feeling the valley between the spheres running his right index finger along the valley.

"How do you like the dance lesson Bhabhi?" he asked, holding both her ass cheeks cupped in his palms.

His cock was rubbing against her cunt and now he was also rubbing his cock up and down rubbing it over her entire groin.

He was doing it rather openly now with his gaze fixed on her eyes. The pleasure was too much to bear. Even in the height of her wild college days Rekha had never experienced the kind of pleasure she was experiencing now.

"You should stop doing all this and teach me to dance," she said smiling at him while savouring the pleasure he was giving.

"Dancing originated as an excuse for people who were shy to make them bold," he tried to explain.

"Half the fun in dancing is in doing this only. If you want to be good dancer, then you must also learn to do such stuff."

"Oh I see," she smiled at him.

Suddenly the phone rang. It brought everybody to this real world. She tried to pry herself from his octopus like grip. Alka went and answered the phone. It was obviously her brother. She kept saying, "Yes, yes," and waved at Rekha and Chintu to continue doing what they were doing. But Rekha was anxious. Getting a phone call from her husband made her suddenly feel guilty, standing there in a skirt and a transparent blouse without a bra and being fondled in the ass.

The guilt lasted only for a moment and then she was overtaken by the lust that was prevalent in the room. Here was her husband's own sister who was standing with her breasts exposed and now and then feeling her boyfriend's cock and telling him brazenly to poke his hard cock against her bhabhi's cunt. How could any ordinary mortal overcome the feeling of lust? The whole thought process of guilt lasted only for a few seconds. But she was genuinely worried about the phone call. But she guessed that it was okay because Alka had waved them to their actions.

"Bhabhi is in the bedroom. Shall I call her?" she asked her brother and looked at Rekha.

"Hold on let me call her," she said and handed over the receiver to Rekha who tried to free herself from Chintu. But Alka came and joined the duo by hugging Chintu from the back and whispered to him, "Bhaiya is not coming here for dinner. There is an office dinner at the inspection site which means that we have the whole evening all to ourselves." He responded by hugging Rekha hard.

She put her hand on his lips and said in an almost inaudible whisper, "Remember that he is on the phone. Keep quiet." Chintu responded by tightening his embrace.

He put his finger on his lips and said in an equally inaudible whisper, "I will keep quiet. Talk to him."

But he did not let go of her. His grip on her ass tightened.

Rekha suddenly felt the thrill of letting her husband's sister's boyfriend feel her ass and her breasts as she talked to her husband. It was not a kind of pervert pleasure in cheating her husband but a simple thrill of doing something which she could not explain. Anyway Chintu was in no mood to relent. She pretended to be trying to wriggle herself free at the same time smiling at Chintu to show that she was not in the least bit angry at him.

Again she whispered holding the mouth piece, "Don't make any noise."

That was an invitation to Chintu to venture into doing something more if he wanted to as long as he did not make any noise. Rekha was talking inanimately in the phone. After listening for some time she said, "Alka is teaching me some steps that she learnt at her dance class. I am also learning."

After some silence she said, "We are planning to go for a walk. Give us a call some half an hour before you come here." After a brief pause she added, "Yes. We will carry our cell with us. We won't forget."

Chintu squeezed her ass. That was the sexiest part of her. It thrilled him to be fondling her ass and tracing the gap between the two full round ass cheeks. There was something taboo about playing with the canal between the ass cheeks. That was the closest thing to her cunt and it excited him to know that his finger was hardly a few inches from her cunt.

Rekha was listening to her husband while smiling at Chintu. Alka stood next to them and was intently watching him Alka put her hand between their two bodies and felt his cock. In doing so she briefly touched Rekha's cunt.

Chintu examined Rekha's face as he started digging deeper between her ass cheeks. He could not find any signs of anger though she hit him and when he did not stop feeling her ass she hit him again. It was more like tapping him on his head.

"Bhaiya she is hitting me. Ask her to stop hitting me," he whispered, muffling his voice with his palm.

"I will tell Bhaiya," he threatened her mockingly.

Rekha smiled at the joke.

"We may go out for a walk. You don't have a key. So call me some half hour or so before you come here," Rekha was telling her husband.

Chintu meanwhile was busy trying to slip his finger inside her inner skirt.

Rekha slapped his hand but was smiling faintly and said,

"Don't do that."

She was not angry, he thought. Four of his fingers of both his hands slipped an inch or so below the cord that tied the skirt. Rekha had worn the skirt tight as all women wear the skirts. He had to struggle but managed to slip his fingers inside. He tried to sneak his fingers further inside the skirt. Rekha kept hitting his head and the arm indicating that he should take his hand away.

"One minute," she said in the phone and closed the mouthpiece tightly with her palm and looked at Chintu.

"What are you doing?" she asked him but without trace of any anger.

Her attitude was one of amusement rather than reprimand.

"You talk to your husband. You told me not to make any noise. I did not make any noise, did I?"

He answered defiantly and went back to trying to slip his fingers even deeper inside the skirt.

"So you will not listen to me?" asked Rekha.

"I am listening to you. You told me not to make any noise. I won't."

"You are becoming a brat. Wait, let me take care of you after I am done with my husband," she said and went back to the phone.

"Sorry there was someone at the door," she was telling her husband looking at Chintu.

Chintu could not slip his knuckles inside the skirt.

"You will break the chord," she whispered to him.

"Let me remove the skirt," he whispered.

"No," she said shaking her head.

"Go to Alka," she said pointing out to Alka. Rekha was surprised to find that Alka had by now removed her top and was only in her bra.

Deepak had disconnected a few seconds back after telling her that he would be there earliest by nine. She was still holding on to the hand set because that kept one of her hands busy and also made it necessary for her to keep quiet and not ask Chintu to stop doing something as her husband was still supposed to be on the phone. She kept answering in monosyllables to her husband who was still supposed to be online.

Chintu would have none of that. His hands dug deeper into her ass inside the skirt. He encountered her panty and he pried his hands in feeling the soft flesh of Rekha's ass. He was surprised that his actions did not evoke any resistance from her. Rekha sensed that he could not get his hands in because the skirt was tied tight. She pulled her stomach in holding her breath. It made some space for Chintu who managed to put his hands all the way to his wrist inside Rekha's skirt. Once inside he felt her ass inside her panty. The lower part of the panty had been pushed by him already between the cheeks of her ass much earlier. He felt free to feel her ass cheeks. The pleasure of feeling a naked pair of ass was unlike anything he had imagined.

Rekha meanwhile remembered that she had to make her customary protests now and then. She tried to wriggle herself out of the grip. On the phone, she was telling her husband to come soon after the dinner and not simply hang around. How was Chintu to know that her husband had disconnected long time back? His hands roamed all over her bare ass feeling her warm skin now and then kneading the globes. She kept hitting his hands but all the time smiling at him. Her ass felt soft and yet firm. The globes were rounder and fuller than what they seemed under the dress she wore. He was both getting carried away as well as getting bolder.

She said, "One minute," to the dead phone and covered it with her palm and whispered to Chintu, "What are you doing?"

For a moment Chintu was taken aback and he wanted to withdraw his hand from her ass. But he saw her smiling faintly. That was when he realized that she was not serious.

"Please Bhabhi', he was pleading with her now.

He had a sudden brainstorm now.

"Do you want me to all on my knees and beg you?" he asked her. She still held her palm over the phone.

"Why should you? You wanted to teach me to dance and I am letting you do that. What more do you want?" she smiled at him.

He suddenly fell on his knees withdrawing his hands from under her skirt.

"Did I push it too much?" she wondered within herself. She can't obviously tell him that it is okay and that he can put his hand under her skirt and continue exploring the crack of her ass. She regretted having carried it too far.

"Let me finish with my husband. Then I will take care of you rascal," she smiled at Chintu and added, "Don't make an ass of yourself. Get up."

She went back to her phone thereafter. Chintu waited for her to start talking to her husband and he slipped his hands on her ankle and caught her by the ankle. Slowly he started moving his hands up. When it reached her calf, she started to tremble slightly not knowing where he would stop. He was kneeling before her and his face was on her tummy.

He examined her navel and then hesitantly he put his cheek on the space between her blouse and the inner skirt on her bare tummy and rubbed his cheek. The sensation was too much for Rekha. His hands kept creeping up, albeit very slowly. They stopped at her knees. He concentrated on the tummy now. He rubbed his cheek on her stomach and then turned his face slowly and placed his lips on her stomach. Alka now came and joined him on the floor.

Rekha heard him whisper to Alka, "Look at how sexy the navel is," as he kissed the spot just above the navel.

Rekha's navel is deep and surrounded by tummy flesh.

Chintu's hands which had stopped at her knees progressed up and rested on her thighs.

Rekha now thought it fit to end her conversation with her husband. She abruptly said, "Bye. See you later," and gave the phone to Alka.

Chintu looked up at Rekha for any sign of disapproval. Finding none, his hand crawled up. As he felt her thighs his hand went to the softest part of the thighs. His hands roamed over the back of her thighs and then in the inner thighs.

Rekha looked at Chintu and merely said, "That tickles," and she pretended to squirm at his touch and deftly opened her thighs further allowing him more access to her thighs.

The skirt rode up along with his hands. When Chintu's hands reached the upper part of Rekha's plump thighs, they stopped there and started kneading the ample flesh. Alka was no longer a participant in the fun but had taken up the alternating between the roles of a facilitator or a catalyst and a spectator.

With her bare breasts peaked by two hard nipples she provided the lust needed to make Rekha overcome any vestige of resistance or shyness that Rekha might still have.

Alka looked at Rekha and asked her in a whisper, "Bhaiya won't come soon, will he Bhabhi?"

"No. He may come here around nine or even later," she whispered back.

"We have a lot of time, don't we?" Alka asked Rekha.

"I am feeling guilty Alka. You both dance for some time. Let me sit and watch friends some time."

"No, it’s okay Bhabhi. You both continue," Alka said.