Adultery Alka and her Bhabhi Rekha by Teluguprakash

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Chapter 14

"Am I heavy Motu?" Alka asked him.

He made some muffled noise.

"Mmmmmm.....?" Alka asked again.

"No you are not heavy. But very soon I will get suffocated to death," he said drawing his face away from her breasts. "I told you that God has put most of your weight on your boobs." he said.

Alka playfully drew his face to her breasts and wriggled herself as if she was trying to bury his face in her breasts. Both Alka and Rekha laughed at her actions.

"Don't yet kill him Alka," Rekha said laughing.

"Bhabhi if he gets between your boobs he won't last even this long," Alka said.

"Come on Alka. You are not far behind when it comes to boobs," Rekha said looking down at her own breasts. Motu withdrew his face away from Alka's and looked at Rekha's breasts. Alka also looked at them as she felt Motu breaking contact with her breasts. Rekha's blouse still retained some of the moisture which had been caused by Alka pouring a mugfull of water on Rekha's blouse a few minutes ago. The blouse was no longer white. It had attained the colour of resembling a paler version of her flesh. On the pretext of looking at her size, Motu stared at them. The nipples had become somewhat bigger and they stuck out even more prominently, she thought. May be she is hornier now, Motu thought.

"Of course they are bigger," Alka said looking at it from her vantage point. "What do you say Motu?" she asked.

"How can I say anything when they are covered?" Motu asked.

"They are not covered so much," Alka said reaching for Rekha's shoulders.

Motu guessed that she would somehow do something about his complaint that he cannot pass a judgement about the size. Motu turned swinging her to Rekha making it easy for her to reach her Bhabhi.

"Tell me now whose are bigger," she said as she lifted Rekha's pallu away.

"What are you doing?" Rekha feebly protested trying to hold her pallu.

If she had really wanted to prevent Alka from pulling her pallu, all that she had to do was just move away. Instead she just looked at Alka and tried to hold her pallu.

"Bhabhi it’s just the three of us here," Alka said, pulling her sister in law's pallu away and carelessly throwing it away as if it was something unwanted.

"Let me see if we have locked the front door," Rekha sounded anxious.

"I did that Bhabhi," Alka told her. She looked at Motu and added, "Motu look at both our boobs and tell us whose are bigger."

"Are you sure?" Rekha asked her softly.

"Sure of what?"

"That you locked the front door latch?" Rekha looked at Alka.

"I am hundred percent sure Bhabhi," Alka assured her.

Exhorting Motu she said, "Look carefully at Bhabhi's boobs first and then my boobs and tell us whose boobs are bigger." In a flash Alka lifted her vest up completely baring her breasts. Motu looked at the two pair of breasts before him. He continued to hold Alka by her legs. His arms were around her lower thighs now and his face just at boob level with Alka

"Tell Bhabhi also to show her boobs. How can I tell just by looking at your bare boobs?"

"Don't be greedy. You can nearly see that she is nearly bare," Alka said continuing to lift her vest up.

Now that he had an excuse to stare at her breasts, he openly stared at Rekha's boobs.

"That is a difficult task. Give me some time," he said looking at Rekha's blouse.

"Can I at least feel Bhabhi's boobs and pass my judgement?" Motu asked Alka.

"No. If you want to feel my breasts then you have to ask me, not her," Rekha said looking at Motu mischievously.

"Bhabhi can I feel your boobs? I will feel them just for a while."

"No you cannot," Rekha said running her hand over his hair."The most I will allow is for you to look at mine. That's all you are allowed to," Rekha said smiling at him pushing her breasts up slightly for his inspection.

Motu looked at both of them in an exaggerated examination of the breasts.

"Are you sure I am not allowed to feel them?"

"Yes, I am sure you are not allowed to feel them. Take your decision quickly. We can't stand like this baring our boobs to you," Rekha said.

"Okay give me just some more time. I have to be impartial."

"You better be impartial," Alka said holding her full breasts and lifting her them in her cupped hands.

"That's not fair. You are trying to impress me showing all these antics," Motu said trying to pull her hand away from her breasts.

In doing so his hands groped at her breasts. He caught her hands. Since she did not draw her hands away immediately, his hands touched her right breast. His fingers were dug into her soft resilient flesh.

"Don't drop me," Alka said leaving her breasts and holding him around his neck.

Motu held her by one hand alone as he had tried to take her hand away from her breasts. He now put his other hand also around her thigh.

"Okay I am sorry. I will hold you properly," he said letting his hand sneak under her skirt.

Earlier his hands were just around her lower thigh just above her knees. His hands reached her upper thigh just below her ass. Her flesh was different here. It was just flesh unlike above her knees where it was bone and flesh. Here it resembled her breasts where it was just flesh alone and that too firm flesh. He extended his hand so that his fingers touched her ass cheek.

"Are you comfortable now? I won't drop you now," he said clutching her ass cheek..

"Yeah. I am comfortable," she said.

"Okay. Here is my decision. Bhabhi's boobs are bigger and sexier. They seem fuller even though they are still covered," Motu said.

"I know that. I was only testing your impartiality," Alka said letting her vest down.

Rekha bent down to lift her pallu from the floor. Motu looked at Alka and winked at her. Alka asked softly, "What?"

The word did not get spoken so Rekha did not hear it but Motu read her lip.

"Alka who do you think is heavier?" he asked her.

"How heavy are you Bhabhi?" Alka asked her.

"I don't remember how much I weigh. It’s been so long since I got myself weighed," Rekha said placing her pallu on her shoulders.

"Motu why don't you try lifting Bhabhi? You have been dying to lay your hands on her. I don't think you are satisfied just looking at her boobs," Alka said.

"I am not satisfied just looking at her boobs. But she would not let me feel them. Beggars can’t be choosers, can I?" Motu asked and immediately without waiting for a nod from Rekha, Motu bent down and lifted her up.

He caught her by her waist and lifted her up. It was a clumsy affair. He did not have a proper grip. He was just testing the waters. He did not clasp her with his hand around her waist like he had lifted Alka. He just held her by his palms on her waist and lifted her. Rekha put her palms on his shoulders. Motu held her with his fingers on the back and his thumb on the belly way below her sari waist line. It was just a few inches away from her cunt. Rekha had worn her sari low.

"Put me down. Your thumb is hurting my belly."

"If you let me lift you properly then I will put you down," he told her.

"We will see later," she said.

"Tell me now. Or I won't put you down."

"Okay, let’s see how long you will be able to keep me lifted like that," she said and smiled at him.

"I can keep you lifted for the whole day Bhabhi if you let me," he said shifting her so that her weight fell on his body and didn't have to rest only on his two palms.

"That's not allowed," she protested.

"Of course it’s allowed. The deal is if I can keep you on me for the whole day. If I want I can even lie down and keep you on my body," he said clutching her by the waist.

He went to the mirror and stood in front of it. She knew that he would start looking at her ass through the see through sari but pretended not to be aware of what he was up to.

"What are you doing?" she asked him clutching her arms around her neck.

"Nothing. I am just walking so that I don't feel tired."

"Oh, I see."

Motu positioned himself before the mirror. Her rear side was reflected in the mirror. The ass cheeks and the valley between her ass cheeks was prominently visible. She saw him looking at the mirror. They were only a foot away from the mirror.

From so close by everything was very visible. It looked as if she was wrapped around some transparent cloth.

"I thought you both wanted to see you both practicing in the mirror. Now you are looking at the way you are lifting me in the mirror. You both tend to get diverted very easily. It’s nearly an hour since you came here and you have not yet started dance practice."

"This is a part of the dance practice. I have to lift Alka sometime today. That's why I am lifting you."

"You said that you can hold me like this the whole day. If you give up then you can put me down," Rekha said pulling his hair slowly.

It was Rekha's way of hinting that he should continue to hold her that way.

"No way. I am not giving up so easily," he said looking for some lead from Rekha.

"Then you have to keep me afloat till you give up," Rekha smiled at him.

"I have to change the grip," he said making her tilt in such a way that she had to lean over him, their bodies touching from his shoulder to her knees.

He felt her breasts pressing on his shoulder. He put his one hand on her thighs and the other on her back. His erection touched her thigh just above her knees as he had lifted her. He was hesitant at first but she showed no sign of being scared or embarrassed. He turned so that he could see the way her breasts were pressed on his chest. The breasts were flattened and they felt firm. They were no doubt bigger than Alka's which he had felt a little earlier. He moved her on his body looking at the reflection and the way they moved against his chest.

He brought his hand down from her back to her ass cheeks. Alka was at their side looking at them. They had got used by now to being subjected to heavy fondling in the presence of the other. The two of them no longer were inhibited by the presence of the other. On the other hand it gave them enormous pleasure knowing that the other woman was watching and getting excited watching the show. Motu was always shy. How would he overcome his fear, Alka wondered.

"Bhabhi you both look like sisters in one way," he said turning sideways so that Rekha could see him in the mirror.

"How can that be? We are just related through my marriage. There is no way that we have some similarities" Rekha said.

"You both have big ass and also big breasts," he said feeling her ass cheeks. "Just look at them," he said turning again so that her ass was reflected in the mirror. "Such sexy pair of ass," he added giving it a not so gentle squeeze. .

"Did you come here to admire my ass or practice dancing with Alka?"

"Well, I thought that I would just practice dancing with Alka when I came here. But now that I have your ass displayed before me, I can’t escape noticing how sexy they are. My hands are attached to them like a piece of iron to a magnet," he said openly fondling her ass cheeks again.

"Your Bhabhi's ass is also sexy I guess. Why don't you admire them?" Rekha asked him trying to take his hand away from her ass.

But she was not serious.

"I admire her ass, especially after that day when I saw her riding my brother. But she won't let me feel them."

"Bring her here somehow. Then I will convince her to let you feel them. What do you say Alka?"

"Actually we were talking about that today Bhabhi," Alka said. "What?" Rekha asked shocked by what her sister in law had just said.

"That we should ask you about somehow inviting his Bhabhi to come here."

"You won't do anything about this without asking me will you? Promise me that you will not involve or discuss what happens here with any person other than you both and Chintu. That is very important. I am getting scared now," Rekha said, the fear showing on her face.

"No Bhabhi. We swear we have not done anything. We just were discussing how nice it would be if my Bhabhi also joined dance practice with us."

"Are you sure?" Rekha asked still unconvinced about them.

"Stop worrying Bhabhi and help me carry you better," Motu said shifting her in his grip.

"Put me down. This is very uncomfortable," Rekha told him.

"Will you let me carry you again?"

"What if I say no?"

"Then I won't put you down."

Motu squeezed all the blood in his body mentally to his cock forcing it to become big. He felt it become even bigger than what it was now. Rekha must have felt it. He looked at her. Instantly he knew that she had felt his cock grow big.

"Motu put me down," she asked him.

"Just for a few minutes more Bhabhi and then I will put you down," he said making his cock grow hard again. This time he looked at her face as he did it. She also looked at him. Unknown to Alka they were doing something secretly. He put both his hands on her ass cheeks again. He deliberately made his cock hard again and again. Rekha slowly increased the pressure on his cock with her thighs. Initially it was very slow pressure. Rekha bent her knees and folded them back. In doing that she pressed them into his cock. He responded by thrusting back against her thigh.

"Put me down," Rekha pleaded with him.

"Tell me you will allow me to lift you up again."

"You know I won't be able to say anything if you forcibly lift me."

He did not know till she told him that she was helpless if he did something forcibly.

"I know that," he said as he let her body slide down from his grip.

He made a ring around her torso with his arms. As soon as she had her feet on the ground he tightened his arms around her. His arms were just below her arms which she had raised as she had been holding him by his shoulders for support. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. He was not wearing a vest. He could feel her bare breasts, covered by the sheer fabric of the blouse. The sensation caused by her bare breasts clad only in a blouse on his naked chest sent shivers of pleasure down his body. He thrust his cock against her crotch. He knew that she had no panties on. She had no skirt on, which all women wear inside the sari and she did not have any panties also. He also knew that she knew that he knew that she had no panties on. Her arms hung limply on her sides. He thrust his crotch against hers again. Alka stood in the side looking at them both.

"Is she heavier than me Motu?"

"Yes. God has been even more liberal with her in the two spots," he said feeling her ass again. He now rubbed his crotch against hers.

"She is your partner, not me," Rekha said trying to free herself.

"Now you are my partner."

He had not taken his hands off her ass. He felt it freely emboldened by her silence.

"Don't tell me that you are also wearing a panty like Alka is," Motu said searching for any tell tale sign of panty lines.

"I am not wearing a panty. I was about to have my bath when you both came here."

"Bhabhi will you find some way of calling my Bhabhi here on some pretext?"

"I don't know your folks. How can I call her over?"

"It’s not urgent. Think about it for some days. Then come up with some workable plan."

"Give me some time. We both have to go to my native place for a few days after holi. Then we will work out something."

"Can we come and play holi here?"

"No. That's not possible. It will raise unnecessary suspicions here. You come here as often as you want when Alka's brother is not here."

"When are you going to your native place?"

"After holi for some engagement ceremony of one of my cousins."

All the while Motu was feeling her ass and rubbing his crotch against hers. It was not normal for two people to hug each other for so long. But the four of them had made a ritual of holding each other that way. The ritual of hugging had evolved as something which was acceptable. Initially they had found it unusual but somehow got over the embarrassment.

"Please put me down Motu." Rekha pleaded, holding his chin. He slowly put her down. Though he put her down he did not let go of her from his grip.

"I told you to leave me," she said without making any efforts to free herself.

"No. You did not tell me that. You merely asked me to put you down and I have done that," he said as he tightened his grip on her.

Alka went and sat on the bed looking at them. She sat with her knees bent and her hands clasping the knees. The lower part of the skirt had again slid down exposing the plump thighs. They were plump but not fat. It was nearly whitish and very fair all the way to the panties. There was no hint of any hair on the thighs. Motu could see the white of her panty. Alka rested her cheeks on her knees a she looked at both of them.

Motu continued to hug Rekha..

"Do you plan to hold me like this forever?" she asked him.

"Now that you have given me the idea, I think I will," he said tightening his grip on her.

He thrust his crotch against hers and kept it pressed against her pubic region. As he tightened his grip, her breasts were flattened against his chest. He felt his cock harden against her thighs. He pressed it against the thighs.

"Shall I do it harder?" he asked...

Then he added, "Shall I hug you harder?"

Rekha knew that what he was really asking was, "Shall I push my hard cock harder against you?"

"You can't," she mocked.

"I can," he said.

"You can't."

He pretended to tighten his grip on her but slowly thrust his cock against her cunt.

"I told you I can," he said.

Rekha opened her thighs apart slowly. She pretended to struggle to make herself free but in doing so she moved her legs wider giving him access to the inner thighs. Emboldened at her action, Motu put one of his palms over her ass and openly felt her ass flesh squeezing it.