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Sahana, like always, blushed, trying to stop her face from convulsing. My finger was still in her pussy. I took my wet finger out after a while, making her smell it, to which she playfully hit me on my chest and rest her head on my shoulders. By the look on her face, I could tell, she was very aroused and if I had tried to fuck her, she would have let me fuck her in the taxi in front of Mark, Laila and the taxi driver. Then I turned to look at Mark and Laila to discover that Mark had put his hands under Laila’s dress, through her low cowl neck that provided easy access, and was pressing her boobs. The dress was such that if someone pushed the strap of cloth, that led up the halter neck and covered her magnificent tits, aside, her tits would be out with very little effort. After a while my prayer was answered and Mark pushed the dress aside and her tits were out.


I looked back and saw, Sahana staring at the scene unfolding in front of her. Mark being the shameless he is, said, ‘she is a beauty, isn’t she,’ when he realized we were staring.
I nodded in approval, ‘she is, you are one lucky old man,’ I said and then we both laughed. Laila, enjoying the treatment on her breasts, had her head thrown back, her curly hair out of the bun. Mark was now tweaking the large nipples on her D-cup breast. Before long, he leaned in and took the exposed nipple in his mouth and was started sucking it. I even noticed the taxi driver fixing his rear view mirror to get a look. This went on for a minute and Laila was now moaning in the taxi and I in all this slid my hand up Sahana’s dress and fondle her left boob and tracing the nipple. Sahana would have stopped me in any other day, as breasts were a highly sensitive part of hers, but she was horny and the highly erotic scene in front had her distracted.

Then, in no time to end the night, we had arrived at the resort, straightened our clothes and got out of the taxi. As this was the last night, we said our goodbyes and exchanged contact details; we were to retire early as we had a flight to catch the next morning. As soon as the goodbyes, hugs and kisses, were done, Sahana dragged me into our room and opened her dress and took off her thong to get on top me and initiate what became one of the most vocal and wildest sex sessions in my life. She came early due to her being aroused most of the night.

As we laid down, spent, she asked out of the blue, ‘do you think, it was strange for Mark to expose Laila the way he did in the taxi?’
‘You mean show her tits to us?’ I asked in return and she nodded a yes. I had not yet told her that Mark had actually hired Laila for the trip to accompany him and that they were not married like they had us believed at first. I wasn’t not willing to share that information with her for some reason; I thought it was best not to tell Sahana about it, I clearly did not know why, but that I wanted all that had happened so far to have an element of ‘risqué’ in it. ‘Look,’ I continued, ‘if Mark wanted to expose Laila and she had not problem and was enjoying it, what’s the harm?’
‘hmm, I get it. Also do you feel the same way about the things that you and I have done back at home and in Bali the past few days?’ She asked.
‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Do you want this to continue, this fun?’
She nodded, ‘yes, I would like to have fun in the future, but how far do we go? This could become something we might regret very fast.’
‘Again look, do not worry,’ I replied, ‘If we feel we need to stop we will stop, but for now lets be adventurous. Okay?’ Then I got up on her, gave her a long kiss. I, then reminded her that we had a flight to catch in the morning and we went to sleep.

This honeymoon trip to Bali was not only our first trip together, but also were we, especially Sahana had an awakening to her adventurous side. I was glad we had found Mark and Laila in this trip as without them the transformation of Sahana would not have been complete and that they acted not only as a catalyst but also as an active participant. In that very moment I felt glad that I had married Sahana, whatever initial doubt that I had about her being a perfect match was now gone.


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We got back from the trip and settled down for couple of days, Sahana had her time of the month and we needed a rest. After that we had to wait for half a week Anis to come back from Turkey. A few of days had past and weekend had come around. In the morning, I woke up to Sahana giving me a blowjob. She was wearing her dark purple silk robe, tied in the middle, the lenth which ended just above the knee. Even though the robe was quite modest because of its length, as Sahana, as far I could make it out, was wearing nothing underneath, making it really sexy and risqué. Mid blowjob, the bell rang, ‘oh shit, I forgot,’ she said, as she lifted herself off of me.
‘What happened?’ I asked.
‘It’s that last night I asked Subhas-kaka to come in the morning. The house needs serious cleaning,’ she replied as she tidied her robe and walked towards the main door. In the meantime I managed to go to the toilet with a hard on to freshen up.

After I came out I went straight to the kitchen to find Subhas-kaka sitting at the table. Sahana said that she offered him breakfast before he started cleaning. I asked about his health and well being. I noticed that he had been stealing glances at her as she was working. I somehow started wondering if he realized that she was wearing nothing underneath. As I could clearly see no panty lines when she stretched to reach the cupboards and so on and also there were the nipple impressions that could be seen every now and then. Subhas-kaka was careful not to ogle or get caught staring and made a point of only looking at her if she made a sound or was talking. So I devised a plan.
I went up to Sahana, gave a her quick kiss, making sure Subhas-kaka saw that PDA was a ‘thing’ in the household, I then held her by the waist and brought her up to the table, near where he sat. ‘Kaka,’ I said, ‘what has she asked you to help her with?’ making sure he turned his head up and looked at us for the conversation.
‘Just wipe the floors and wash the clothes,’ he replied, staring at my hand slipped down from her waist, grabbing and caressing Sahana’s lower hip area near her ass. I was not ready to grope her ass just yet in front of him.
‘He also needs to help me with cleaning the bookshelf and everything,’ she interjected, ‘but most importantly, he needs to give me his famous massages.’ It could be my imagination, but Subhas-kaka’s dark face actually lit up, maybe he never expected to get the chance to feel her up again. Like the little obedient man, he shook his head.

They got back to work, Subhas in his lungi and T-shirt and Sahana still in her robe. As Subhas was wiping the floor, Sahana was bent down for most of the time, dusting the sofa. This made her robe ride up, exposing lower parts of her thigh and the robe dbangd over her ass. I helped around a bit with the cleaning, watching her and noticing him taking peeks at her. Also noticed that the tie at the waist had loosened and the gap at the top had widened in all the movement. When the position and angles were Subhas-kaka had nice views of her cleavage. When she was done with the sofa, she called Subhas-kaka up and started to talk to him, giving him instructions. The she said out of the blue, ‘Uncle,’ she called him uncle sometimes, ‘why do you always look at the ground when I am talking to you?’ She was stood in front of him with her hands on her hip, the top slit of her robe slightly loosened and a hint of cleavage was seen. Her hair was in a bun.

‘No… it’s nothing like that Didi,’ he replied with a hesitation, his eyes still on the ground in front of her.
‘Still calling me sister, weren’t I supposed to be your niece?’ she asked, teasing him, as whilst she called him “uncle”, he called her “big sister”. ‘Anyway,’ she said in the mildest most caring voices, ‘why don’t you look at me when I talk to you. I am not that ugly, am I?’
‘No no Didi,’ he replied, looking at her.
‘That day you said, I look like a Bollywood actress,’ she said with a smile and gave him a model-like twirl, slowly, spending three to four second with her back to him, ass slightly extended out, posing, head turned back to all times read his expression.
‘Didi, you look like a Bollywood actress, even better than them,’ he said with a smile on his face, after watching her entire slow twirl, then put his head down after realizing she saw him staring.
‘Thank you,’ she said, basking in the compliment, ‘but, see, you tell me I look like a Bollywood actress, then hesitate to look at me. You call me Didi, that is I am like you elder sister, don’t brother’s look at their elder sister? She now came near him; put her right hand on his shoulder. Even though he was looking at the ground in front of her, as she came nearer, his line of sight now had her boobs really close.

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‘I call you elder sister, so out of respect I don’t look at you directly,’ he said, ‘a man from my status should not look at women like you directly.’

‘Nonsense,’ Sahana retorted, ‘there is nothing like that.’ She still had her hand on his shoulder and had a smirk on her face. Maybe she realized that Subhas-kaka, with the pretense of looking down was actually staring at her tits under her silk robe.
‘You are so kind, Didi,’ he said, looking up, ‘all the other women in the building treat me like crap. They would kill me, if I even looked at them.’
‘I am not like other women,’ she said.
‘Correct,’ he said with matter-of-factly, followed by a grin, ‘also none of them look like you, Didi. Most look ugly.’ That cheeky bastard was complementing my wife, so casually now.
Sahana upon hearing the indirect complement, laughed. ‘Okay, okay, thank you,’ she managed to say in between her laughs.
‘But still I feel shy, you are Ali-bhai’s wife and such a women, I still am not comfortable looking at you while you speak,’ he said, turning his head around to look at me, acknowledging my presence for the first time since this conversation started.

‘Uff! He does not mind and I don’t like people who don’t look at me when they talk,’ she told him a bit sternly. Now she went a few steps back and said in a calm voice, ‘you told me I look like a Bollywood actress, so, would you not like to see Bollywood actresses, if they were in front of you?’ She was clearly teasing him, testing him.
‘I would, but a Bollywood actress will not come in front of me, these Bombay heroines will not come in front of a poor man like me,’ he said, garnering sympathy. Oddly enough, he was not his usual ‘smart alec’. Maybe it was because of Sahana, men these days it seemed to lose confidence around her.
‘Okay, so to make up for that. You can look at me, stare at me, I don’t mind, and think that I am a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ she told him. He nodded his head. ‘You know what…,‘ she continued, ‘I like it when someone tell me I look like a “Bombay heroine”.’ I did not know where she was going with this. ‘So,’ she said, ‘from now one you when you see me, you will look at me and tell me, your elder sister, that I look like a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ laughing and even Subhas-kaka chuckled and then agreed. ‘Good,’ she said patting his back, ‘let’s get back to work.’

They got back to work. Now, after the floors were cleaned, Subhas-kaka, dressed in his lungi and T-shirt, with holes in a few places, was helping Sahana by holding onto the chair, while she was stood on it to clean top of the bookshelves. Her robe, riding up, exposed more of her slender legs, legs and ass which were so close to his face. My wife was naked under those robes, a thought which gave me an erection. Thankfully I was sat on the sofa, looking at them. Then she said, ‘this chair is rickety, Subhas-kaka, would you be kind enough to hold me steady?’
He was taken aback, unsure what to do.

‘Oho!’ she said, then asking him to give both of his hand, and she took his kept them on her hip. ‘Now hold steady.’ He turned his head and shot me a look, a look of helplessness. This was certainly a new development, as Subhas-kaka was now sure, that she was not wearing panties underneath. One thing he did was that he did not move his hand elsewhere, but held onto her waist. I was glad that he wasn’t taking any liberties, as she cleaned; his face was now directly looking at her ass, which was at his eye level. Then he started looking straight down at his feet and breathing hard. I think this was to stop him from having an erection. Any man would have gotten an erect. As I was as an angle, and they had their sides to me across the room, I saw his cock coming alive under his lungi, then his lips were moving, what seemed like he was murmuring something. He must have been praying with his eyes closed and after a moment, his semi under his lungi subsided.

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After shelf cleaning was done, Sahana announced that she was going to take a shower and in the meantime, put a pile of her clothes and asked Subhas to put them in the soak and wash them. As she handed him the pile, we noticed that her bras and panties, from normal to thongs were on top of the pile. She acted as if this was all normal, where Subhas-kaka looked visibly embarrassed. ‘What happened?’ she asked, when he looked unsure and unmoving.
‘Didi, is it alright for me to wash these?’ he asked, hesitantly, his head signaling the knickers at the top of the pile.
‘Oh, these?’ She asked almost rhetorically, after a few moments, then taking the thong from the top of pile, holding it up, and saying, ’Kaka, all women wear undergarments, you see, there is nothing to be embarrassed about it. I see no problem for you to be washing them. Now please do it while I finish showering. After that I need you to give me your famous massage.’ She must have chosen the thong from the pile to add to his discomfort. Her teasing had been relentless today. At the mention of the coming massage, his faces lit up and his discomfort vanished.

After about half an hour, Sahana, with her hair still wet, came out of the shower wearing her tight black leggings and a spaghetti strap tank top with a bra inside, the bra strap visibly wider than the spaghetti strap. The tight top showed a bit of cleavage and most of the upper chest and shoulders was bare. The tank top ended such that it did not cover the ass at all and ended just where the ass crack started. Her legging encased her ass perfectly and seemed as if the stretchable leggings were like a coating on her ass and her slender legs. I was still sat on the sofa watching the afternoon news. She sat with me for about a minute or two then got up to go to the common bathroom to see what Subhas-kaka was up to and I went with her.

As she opened the door, we saw that he was sat squatting down, having finished with the washing the clothes, was closely inspecting a thong. He got startled as the door suddenly opened and he saw us standing, dropped the thong on the bucket and acted as if he had been caught doing something horrible. A look of alarm and fear dbangd over his face. He then got up and hurried past us and we followed him to the door. He wanted to escape and Sahana went after and called him, telling him to stop.
‘I a... I am… sorry… Didi, Ali-bhai,’ he stammered, ‘I di—‘
‘—why were you looking at that so intently?’ Sahana interjected. I didn’t say a word all morning and did not intend to change that. Her tone had no anger or seriousness. She was curious and was teasing in the process.
‘I am so sorry Didi, I should not have looked at them like that,’ he apologized.
‘Oho! You don’t need to say sorry, you were not doing anything wrong, just say why you so interested in that, that you got startled when we came in?’
‘Didi, Didi, I… I… have never seen anything like those before…’ he said struggling to finish his sentences.
‘Okay okay, don’t worry. It was me, who gave you those to wash,’ she said, ‘forget it. Now come and hang them on the clothing line.’

They went and got the buckets out and put the wet clothes on the drying rack and on the clothing line in the veranda. I was observing them. Be it intention or coincidence, while Sahana was handling the normal clothes and hanging them on the clothing line, Subhas-kaka was left with handling her delicates. It was quite a scene to see as he spread her bra and panties, bikinis and especially those thongs, on the drying rack. Sahana, I noticed, was also watching intently from the corner of her eyes. He was periodically stealing glances at her, from not having seen her with thin-shoulder-strap-tanktops with so much of her shoulders and upper chest being bare. I was turned on and had to go back and sit on the sofa, before anyone noticed my semi erect cock, stretching my shorts.

They came back and we all went straight to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Subhas was looking unmindful as he sat with his cup of tea. I asked, ‘Kaka is anything wrong? You look unmindful?’
‘No, nothing like that Ali-bhai,’ he replied. Something was bothering him.
‘You can tell us anything, please say,’ Sahana said, her caring side had taken over. Sahana prodded some more, asking him what he was thinking.
Then he finally said with a shy smile on his face, looking down at his cup of tea, ‘just because you really want to know, but I am still feeling embarrassed to say… it’s about the underwear that of Didi’s that I had to wash.’
Before I could say anything she asked, ‘what about them?’
‘It’s that I had never seen so much variety and I am confused what purpose the varieties held,‘ he revealed.
Sahana turned beet red. After much thought, she said, ‘okay, I will give you an example, but you have to promise you will never say this to anyone.’ I was curious what she would do and in that very moment she shot me a look, trying to read any resistance on my face of what was happening.
‘Okay Didi, I will tell no one,’ he said, his tone sounding genuine. He was looking at her now, literally staring, waiting for what she was going to do next.

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After a bout of hesitation, ‘okay, I am saying these to you because you are like an uncle to me and have helped me so much, alright? Alright, see,’ she said,‘ the panty you were holding when we saw you in the bathroom is called a “Thong.”’ She had used the word ‘panty’ and refrained from using any Bengali word for it.

‘A “Thong”,’ he said automatically and giggled. He probably found the word funny.
‘Uff! Don’t laugh,’ she said to him, her voice I found was lacking seriousness. He apologized. ‘Okay,’ she continued, ‘we women wear those, thongs, when they wear clothes like I am wearing now,’ pointing to her leggings at her hip. She now had her sides to him. He looked at her hip intently, observing it. ‘You see, here there will be no panty lines,’ she said, grazing her hands on the part of the hip.’

I wanted in on the fun and wanted to test both Sahana and Subhas-kaka and see how they reacted to it. So, I put my hand on her waist and made her turn, making her give her back to us. Then I traced my hand on her ass, and with my fingers signaled Kaka to lean in and observe from a closer distance. She did not make a peep. ‘See kaka, when girls wear these there is no panty line, even with such tight pants like this,’ I said, tracing my hands on her ass cheeks now. He was nodding, but form his open mouth expression I could tell his mind was somewhere else.
Then Sahana did something unexpected, she lowered her leggings an inch at the hip and pulled out her thong elastic strap, she said, ‘see, the elastic is thin.’ She didn’t need to do that, he already knew what a thong looked like.
‘So Didi, wearing it and not wearing it makes no difference,’ he joked, to which we all laughed and in response he got playfully hit in the shoulders by her. It became clear to him that she and did not mind this kind of light sexual banter. And this was also the first time he did not shy his eyes away from her. ‘Didi, for being so kind to me and showing me you “thong”,’ he announced, him mentioning her thong, mispronouncing it, to which brought him another shy giggle from her. I was astonished at his audacity and daring to tease her in front of me. ‘The other ladies in the building will never be so kind to me, explaining what women wear. So, to repay you I will give you the best massage in your life,’ he said. This comparing her with other women was doing wonders as she, like an obedient girl went straight and sat on a kitchen stool.

He went to work on her, massaging her on her shoulders like the last time. Only that this time, her he was touching her bare shoulders. He was careful not to go under her tank top strap or go down from her shoulders much and stayed around her collar bones. But upon insistence, he massaged her shoulder blades. I was infront of her sitting on a stool casually sipping my tea, while she was getting her massage. But we all soon realized that the bra strap was getting in the way and suddenly she gave me a naughty smirk and with her hands slipped her left bra strap off her shoulders, ‘oh, Subhas-kaka, this is getting in the way,’ she said in her most sultry of voices, ‘and you can massage under the top strap,’ pointing at the tank top strap. This was new territory. He massaged under her strap and then proceeded to the other shoulder and pinched her bra-strap and slid it off her shoulders and then kept massaging under the strap. All this I could see him staring at her cleavage. Sahana on the other hand had her eyes closed, enjoying her massage. He then proceeded to massage her hands. When he raised her hand to massage her arm-pit, she giggled and in reflex withdrew her hand.
‘Have I done something wrong, Didi?’ he asked.
‘No no, I am just ticklish, continue,’ she said and then put her hand up to massage her hand and and armpit. It was quite a sight to see my wife letting this old pot bellied man rub her armpits. I noticed, whenever he was touching something a bit more sensitive, he would mutter under his breath. Maybe he was praying for what it looked like. Even I would pray to keep myself from getting an erection, if that worked.

After that, she said that her entire back and feet were aching; I suggested that she should get her back and feet massaged. But as it was difficult to that in the kitchen, I suggested we go to the living room and have her lay down on her yoga mat. After much hesitation from her and Kaka’s part, they both agreed. So she as she was on her front with her back to us, I noticed that her ass looked particularly scrumptious. The mat was laid down parallel to and in in front of the sofa I was sitting on and Kaka was on the opposite side of her. He got to working on her mid back and after a while she said, ‘tsk tsk, the bra is getting in the way,’ as she was looking at me with her head turned, she gave me a look, a look I knew that wanted me to come and open up her bra hook, but I wanted to have some fun, so I stared at her and made no advancement. Getting tired of wait she asked, ‘Kaka, could you please open my bra hook through the top?’
This request shocked him, ‘Didi, how can I do that? It will not be proper.’ He then looked at me for a second to see how I am taking this.
‘Oh, don’t worry about proper or not, I and your Ali-bhai do not mind. Just help me, I can’t reach my back like this,’ she said with a commanding tone, whilst she had her eyes locked on mine. She wanted to see my expression as she was taking the next step.
He then looked at me and then started fidgeting with the hook, then after twenty odd seconds managed to successfully pinch it and open the hook. He was probably nervous because of my presence.

As he massaged my wife, giving her a rub down from her upper back to her lower back with his rough hands over her top. In the meantime he started a conversation, ‘Didi, why did you not do the movies?’
‘What? Join the cinema?’ She asked, her eyes closed, relaxing from the rubdown.
‘Yes, Didi, you look like a filmstar, you should have joined,’ he complemented.
My wife ate that complement up from what I could see, as she gave a moan, ‘hmm, but the actresses have to look pretty all the time and have to maintain figure and wear short clothes,’ she said.
He kept on his massaging; now rubbing her entire back up and down from his side, her tank top riding up exposing all of her ass and exposed her lower back. ‘Didi, you have excellent figure, all time beautiful and I have seen you in short clothes,’ he said. He was probably referring to seeing her in shorts and a sleeveless top once.
‘You’ve seen me in short clothes?’ she asked and laughed, ‘do I look good on them like Bollywood actresses?’
‘What Bollywood, say Hollywood. You look like Hollywood actress.’
‘ Okay, Subhas-kaka, thank you , but now please massage my feet, they are killing me from all the walk I did in the holidays,’ she requested. And like the dutiful man he was, he moved to her feet and started to massage them and in no time she was moaning in pleasure. Suddenly she asked me, ‘Ali could you please massage my legs.’ Maybe she was not ready yet to have Subhas touch her legs.

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I went to her and kneeled down and tried to massage her legs. She had her eyes closed, having two men massage her. I was massaging the back of her knee going up to her thigh, But after a while she said, ‘Ali can you not massage harder?’

I replied,’ this is the best I can do.’ Then I asked Subhas, ‘Kaka, please massage her legs, I don’t have rough hands like yours,’ patting her thigh.
He paused, ‘Ali-bhai, Didi, will it be proper for me to touch and massage your legs? I am just a low-level man.’
Then to my surprise Sahana responded. ‘oh, Kaka, didn’t I tell you that since you call me Didi, I am like an older sister to you, so, see younger brothers can massage older sister’s legs it is not a problem.’ She was playing her older sister game with a man who was two and a half decade older than her. He had a daughter who was as old as her. Sometimes she teased him with a uncle-niece relationship.
‘Okay, as you say Didi, I am you younger brother,’ he said and we all laughed. He had a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face.

He was at last getting to touch her long slender legs, although over clothes and he went to work starting from her calves working her his way up, first the left leg, then the right leg. After that he got to her left thigh. As soon as he did, she twitched and he paused, then she relaxed again. It was okay for him to continue as she did not say anything and so he did. He was really pushing his hand and pressing her thighs, up and down, his hands ending just below her ass cheeks. I was sure he was hard, but as he was half kneeling half squatting, it stayed hidden I, on the other hand, was finding her ass irresistible, so I slid my hand up to her ass and kept it there. As soon as I made this move, she froze with a sharp breath intake. I was pressing every now and then and moving my palm sideways from one butt-cheek to the other. One of my other intentions was to tempt Subhas-kaka, to see what his next move was. ‘You must be sore there, from sitting,’ I said, referring to her ass.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked me, lifting her head up.
‘Oh should I stop?’ I asked in return, still my hands were on her ass, openly groping in front of Subhas-kaka. Then she without response kept her head down and I continued. Subhas-kaka stopped massaging by now and was looking what I was doing, but his hands were still on her thigh.
This went for a minute, after which she suddenly shuddered. She had an orgasm, although suppressed by her. No one said a word, tensed at what had just happened. I was not sure Subhas-kaka understood that she came. Then she told me to stop and got up. Stretched, her bra still hanging awkwardly as she put her straps back up but kept the back hook unattached. She and I then sat on the couch and Subhas-kaka simply sat on the floor, not getting up. I would not get up as well if I was him, as from what I could see, he was sporting a boner and was trying to hide it.

All this had to come to an end and he needed to go, but I had some important things to say to him. ‘Kaka, you are being welcomed here, helping me and my wife, and she is being kind to you, letting you massage her. Also, she dresses freely at home,’ I said and he nodded. I reminded him, ‘Kaka, you have worked with us for long time, so you know my family well.’
Subhas-kaka was smart so he knew where I was going with this. ‘Ali-bhai, you don’t need to worry, I will not tell anyone about how wonderful you two are. They will not understand it. And I do not want anyone to think bad of you two,’ he said with sincerity in his voice. ‘Didi,’ he explained to Sahana, ‘Ali-bhai’s family gave me shelter and work when I was very poor and treated me well, even they avoided cooking beef in their kitchen because I used to work in the kitchen a lot. I will never forget the debt I owe to them. And it was Ali-bhai who helped me get this job as a caretaker, when I had to stay in Dhaka to be near my daughter. I will never betray that trust.’ His genuine confession, he did with a lump in this throat, had both of us, Sahana and I emotional. Then Sahana left her seat on the sofa and went to him, kneeling on the floor, comforting him, patting his back and giving him a side hug. She was caring type, something I liked about her.

After Subhas-kaka left, we pounced on each other, becoming naked in no time. After we had sex on the sofa, I asked her, ‘Did you enjoy your massage today?’ She knew that I had noticed her have a minor orgasm on the yoga mat. She said nothing, her cheeks blushed and she buried her head in my chest. ‘Did you not like it?’ I asked again teasing her, ‘I thought you liked Subhas-kaka massaging you.’
‘Yes, I liked it, it was quite nice to have rough hands massage and open knots in my back,’ she said.
‘What about when he had his hands on your legs and thighs?’
‘Oh, it was good, my legs were aching and so it felt good. It’s just thighs, nothing much,’ she replied. She was still not answering the question head on.
‘So if he now starts massaging your sore ass,’ I inquired, leaning in and giving her ass a slap, ‘would you like it?’
She looked at me, ‘I don’t know, if it’s okay for him to touch my ass. I don’t know…,’ she said, ‘but look at you, you are enjoying this, you pervert,’ holding my now erect penis. ‘So you like the idea of someone, maybe a dark low-class man, touching you wife’s ass, groping it, massaging it,’ she said, getting on top of me and putting my erect penis inside of her wet pussy and started slowly fucking me. ‘Maybe,’ she said, in between her bouncing on top of my cock, ‘maybe I would like it, maybe not, but his strong and rough hands do feel good.’ We were both severely aroused.
I continued the conversation, ‘so… how is Anis and Subhas’s situation different?’ whilst still fucking her, trying to have a real conversation.
She, after a long time of staying quite, bouncing on my cock, said, ‘with Anis… its fun and we all can have fun, but with Subhas-kaka… I am in control… AAAAAAAHHHHH,’ and she came and I with her.

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Ooooh! Getting closer to the edge.....letting Subhas touch feet, legs, thighs and then considering whether he can be allowed to touch ass!! We know what's after that!! Then there is Anis....

‘with Anis… its fun and we all can have fun, but with Subhas-kaka… I am in control… AAAAAAAHHHHH,’

Let's wait for Anis to return!! She's going to go "all the way" with these guys at this rate!! And hubster, the cuck, is loving it!!

Subhas....when you have a good time, you tend to enjoy telling other people, so many others you work for, especially after a little liquid libation!! Soon she'll be the slut of the neighborhood!! Lots of potential for this story. Could be an epic!

EROTIC ALL THE WAY for us!!! Love the quick and long updates.

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All of the changes of Sahana were happening so fast and I was not having any trouble keeping up with it. I did not know what surprise she had next and how far she was willing to go. Frankly it was quite a revelation that I was not going through much conflict about these changes.

Anis was still in Turkey. He was due to come later in the week, just in time for my Birthday. But it seemed like Sahana wanted to continue having fun so she called Subhas-kaka for another massage.
As I got home in the evening the next day, I saw she had laid out the yoga mat in the same place as last time, in front of the big sofa. She was wearing a similar tank top like yesterday, and as bottoms, wore one of her woven hot pants which were sky blue in colour. Most of her fantastic legs were on display. She acted all casual and when Subhas-kaka arrived she led him to the living room. I was sat on the sofa watching the news. As they came in, he was saying to her, ‘Didi, today, you look better than yester…’ then he suddenly stopped when he saw me.
‘—What?’ Sahana asked, ‘I look better than…, what?’

Then he finally gathered up the courage to say what he wanted, ‘better than yesterday Didi. Complete Hollywood package. Today you look like an English heroine, you know from Aamrikan-filims,‘ he said, at one go, as if it had been rehearsed. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable in saying things normally he would say to her, in front of me.
‘Arey wha! You seem to know a lot about “Aamrikan Filims”,’ she said with air quotes, laughing.
‘Didi, I watch them all the time, Hindi, English, you name it, no one in the locality watches them more than me,’ he said proudly, ‘if you open my TV now you will find a movie channel.’ Bollywood movies were very big in Bangladesh as Hindi and Bengali had similarities, people with some effort could grasp Hindi.
‘But, you don’t understand English,’ I said.

‘Ali-bhai, who needs to know English to enjoy fight scene and beautiful actresses? Yes, Ali-bhai, true, I don’t understand English, but I understand hindi. So I basically stick to Bombay cinema,’ he said.
‘Enough,’ Sahana told us and then asked, ‘now, Subhas-kaka, tell me how I look better than yesterday?’ The answer was obvious but she wanted to know it from him. She now sat beside me and he was standing in front of us.
‘Didi,’ he chuckled and said, scratching his head, ‘how do I say... You dress changed, that’s why.’
‘How did it change?’ She asked, playing dumb only to tease him.
‘…you are wearing those, “half-pants”, instead of “full pants”,’ he pointed out, his eyes showed shyness as he still was having trouble to look straight at her.
‘Oh, so I look better because I am wearing shorts?’ she asked, now extending her legs up, straight for us to admire.
‘Didi,’ he managed to say finally, looking at her toes, shy to look her in the eyes, ‘I have never seen women dress like this in my life, only in movies, like that Deepika actress. Your half-pants(shorts) remind me of her. So I said you looking like a bollywood actress.’

‘Uff! You said I look good and yet, you don’t look at me, when I talk,’ she said, annoyed.
‘Sorry Didi,’ he said, ‘I have never seen so much of skin of woman’s legs in real life, so I am having difficulties.’ It was true, having such a beautiful woman in front of you, practically exposing all of her legs. It was also brave of him to mention her beautiful legs unnerving him.
I said, ‘why do you have to feel shy? Her legs are exposed for all to see,’ lightly slapping her left thigh with my right hand, ‘and it is summer time, so many women like wearing shorts. Look, Kaka, she does not mind anyone seeing them,’ I said caressing the part of her thigh I had slapped. His gaze was drawn to her exposed thigh in that slap. Then I cheekily said, ‘Kaka, if you cannot even look at them, how you can massage them?’ bringing a giggle from him and a coy smile from her. He then immediately sat down on the floor, pretending to straighten the yoga mat. In reality I knew he was hiding a “stiffy”.

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As the massage started, Sahana laid down on her front. He started to massage her shoulders and her hands, all over her bra straps, while he was bent over her, clearly staring at her ass encased in her woven hotpants. Even he, by now had understood that such shameless display was normal for her and that she did not mind having a look. Then she told him to stop got up, with his back to him, asked him to unclasp her, and then after he unclasped her, she still with her back to him, slid her bra out and again lay down in the same position. She was now braless, if she had turned over, he would have seen her nipples poking. He then proceeded to her back, rubbing her up and down her braless back, her top pulled up in the process, exposing her lower back. He then looked at it for a few second and then continued massaging her exposed back, getting involuntary groans from her every now and then. All I could do was sport an erection and look at the play happening in front of me, the slow seduction.


She then turned over and asked him to massage her stomach, this time she pulled the top up to expose her mid riff to him, essentially asking him to massage her naked mid riff. And after a bit of hesitation he started massaging her stomach, all the time staring at her tits. Her nipples were poking through the material of her top. ‘Didi,’ he asked, ‘do you exercise a lot, to maintain such a flat tummy?’
‘Yes,’ she,’ replied, ‘lots of running and dancing.’
‘You dance?’ he asked, acting surprised. He was still massaging her stomach, careful to not massage too close her tits. I noticed that he put his fingers in and around her exposed navel. This was sure to arouse Sahan even further as his hands some of the times did travel downwards brushing against the waist of her shorts.
‘Of course I do, ask your Ali-bhai, he likes my dancing,’ she said, turning to me, giving me a wink. She knew what kind of dances I like, dances, if Subhas saw, would lose his mind.
‘You must show me one day Didi, I like to watch dancing too, I have Deepika’s dances on my phone,’ he said with glee. He had become really free with her.

‘Okay, okay, I will I will,’ she said, ‘now massage my legs.’
He then started massaging her feet, left and right, and then went upwards to her shin. Hearing no objection he slowly went up to her knee. He then fiddled around the knee for a while, afraid to massage her naked thighs. He then looked at me, seeking my approval. I gave him a nod and he then proceeded upwards. Her eyes were closed and as soon as he got to her thigh, her eyes opened and her head turned and she looked at me. Upon getting no response from me she closed her eyes and continued to enjoy her massage. ‘Didi, you skin is so soft, like butter,’ he said.
She laughed, her eyes were still closed. ‘I put cream on my legs daily,’ she replied. He was massaging up and down both of her thighs, her hands went very close to her sex, when he massaged her inner thigh. I was sure if he touched her pussy, he would have found out how

‘Didi, you modern women know so much, cream… thong and so much more,’ he said, mentioning thongs to tease her.
‘Chi! Always saying those dirty things,’ she said, playfully hitting him. He said sorry while still giggling. She then turned over, telling him to do the back of her legs. And he repeated, starting from her feet and worked his way up.
He then rubbed the back of her thighs, this time wanting no permission. Up and down till the edge of her hot pants.
She then looked at me and asked me, ‘Ali, could you please massage my “Behind”, it is still sore from last week.’
She was not sore; she just wanted her ass to be played with. ‘I can’t honey. I am tired, ask Subhas-kaka to massage your ass,’ I replied. I deliberately used the word “pacha” which means ass in Bengali.
She gave me a stare of death. I expected her to abandon it, but to my surprise she asked Subhas-kaka, ‘Kaka, since Ali does not want to help, could you please massage my Pacha(ass)…,’ her hand pointing at her ass cheeks. Her using the word “pacha” was doing a number on my cock.
Subhas, getting the shock of his life, started Stammering, ‘Didi… Didi… how can I massage your… your…’
‘Massage my what? Say it Kaka,’ she said, teasing him, her same coy smile was on her lips, ‘say it.’
‘…your… your “apples”, Didi,’ he said, he was still having trouble using the word “pacha”, but using fruit analogies worked as well.

‘Aha, I call you uncle, so I am like a niece to you and uncles can massage a niece anywhere she wants, can’t they? So, uncle just do it, I am giving permission, Ali is okay with it, it’s hurting, so just do it,’ she said sounding annoyed and he then quickly grabbed both of her ass. Today was an uncle-niece situation then. ‘And yes, take it slow,’ she said, ‘you are the first one to touch them other than Ali,’ which was a lie of course; Mark and Anis had grabbed her ass before. She probably wanted to make him feel special and also not seem like a slut who randomly lets men touch her ass. He was now caressing her ass cautiously to not seem too eager I thought, as if he was kneading doe very slowly. I was surprised how easily my once shy wife had gotten used to a low class man fondling her butt. She was enjoying the massage and then suddenly it dawned on her that, what he had called her butt, she lifted her head, ‘apples?’ she asked.

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‘What happened, Didi?’ He asked, stopping, breaking away from his trance.

She said, ‘it’s that you called “it” apples,’ her head nodding towards her ass.
‘Oh that,’ he said, continuing the ass massage, ‘what can I call your “po[n]d” other than apples’, then he put his tongue between his teeth in shame for using vulgar street words like “po[n]d” in front of a respected lady such as her. She looked back at him at mock anger and playfully slapped his arm. ‘Sorry Didi, this is the only words we, low-class men, know,’ he apologized.
‘It’s okay,’ she replied, now giving him a smile, ‘you said sorry.’ She then laid her head on the yoga mat, this time her eyes were open. ‘Now tell me why you called them apples?’
Subhas-kaka looked visibly confused; maybe he wasn’t sure what to say. All men were confused on how to satisfy womenfolk. Saying the wrong thing leads to trouble. ‘Didi… what can I say, it just came from out from my mouth,’ he finally said
To his rescue, I leapt out off the sofa and came to them, sitting down on the floor, where subhas-kaka was directly opposite mine, with Sahana in the middle, lying down, I said, ‘hmm, let’s see, if it looks like an apple.‘ Then after staring at it for quarter of a minute, I concluded, ‘kaka, your observation capabilities is fantastic. Apple is the best comparison.’

‘Thank you Ali-bhai,’ he said giving me a shy smile, ‘she is not fat, so no pumpkin; it is just right size and shape. So I said apple,’ then laughed as he said it.
‘You are correct, her’s is just perfect, see it can be grabbed nicely,’ I said to him as I grabbed her left butt cheek which was closer to me.
He then followed my hand and grabbed her right butt cheek like that, ‘You are absolutely correct Ali-bhai,’ he said to me, Then he said, while we both massage an ass cheek each, ‘everyone is jealous of you and considers you lucky. I don’t know about the Sahib’s, they must too. But the drivers and servants all say how beautiful she is.’
This lucky bastard was stroking my ego wonderfully as I was letting him maul my wife’s ass, as she made no complaint. ‘They only said ‘beautiful’?’ I teased.
‘They said other things, Ali-bhai, But no, I can’t say them and I tell them not to tell those things,’ he said. He was now doing his rubdown from thigh to ass and back, which I followed as well.
Now he had both mine and Sahana’s attention as she twisted to look back at us whilst still lying down, her face stiff from suppressing the pleasure she was receiving, she asked, ‘what do those men say about me?’
He looked embarrassed and unsure, so I encouraged him, ‘come one Kaka, tell us what they say, we won’t say anything.’

‘Vulgar rascals, so I don’t mix with them,’ he said, ‘but Didi , Ali-bhai, don’t mind when I say this that they say how hot she is, you know in bed…’ He stopped, looking embarrassed. If he was fair skinned, he would have turned red by now. ‘…they say how wonderful she must feel and they seemed to be very jealous that you, Ali-bhai, get to do with her “what all husband-wives do”,’ he said. “What-all-husband-wives-do” was a euphemism for sex, a word he was too embarrassed to say. I laughed at these revelation. ‘Ali-bhai, you are not mad?’
‘Why should I be mad,’ I replied, ‘these rascals are jealous of me. The whole world can be jealous.’ People lusting after my wife were not something I was surprised of.
‘You both have big heart Ali-bhai, Didi and should be lucky to have each other,’ he said, complementing us. He then cupped his hand and gave light slaps on Sahana’s ass right cheek and gave a shaking rub, repeating it for a few times, to which she “cooed” in response from all the pleasure. If she had slipped hishands on her pussy, he would have discovered she was wet.
‘Subhas-kaka,’ she said mockingly, ‘teach my husband, what you just did, he needs to learn.’
Subhas-kaka and I both laughed. ‘This is classic barbershop massage. Don’t worry DIdi, he is learning very fast Didi,’ he said giving me a knowing smile. Then he made a cheeky remark which surprised me, ‘Didi, as I massage I can see that you are wearing the thong again, and I tell you it makes no difference.’ I giggled at that; it was funny, what surprised me that he was really comfortable with her ass now, commenting on it. Sahana looked back at us with mock anger, calling us characterless men. We both laughed as we knew she was not serious.

After about half a minute of getting a serious massage from both us men, Sahana suppressed, what looked like, a moan, because she was stiff and shook for a while. She signaled that it was over and slowly stood up. Her cheeks were flused.

Sahana went to the bedroom to return with her purse. She held out a hundred taka note in her hand and offered it to Subhas-kaka. ‘No Didi, I can’t accept money,’ he said.
‘Why?’ she asked, looking confused, ‘you have given a wonderful massage and I would like to give you a reward for it.’ She walked towards the sofa and stood beside were I was sat, facing him.
‘Didi, no no. It was my good fortune that I could massage someone so beautiful like you, I can’t take money,’ he said and sounded honest in his confession.

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Sahana had a confused look on her, whether it was genuine confusion or not I had no idea.

To further spice the situation up, I said to her, ‘darling, he just means that it was his pleasure that he got to massage your long legs,’ as I put my hands on her thigh from the front and rubbed it up and down. She just stood there and he just stared at her legs. ‘There will be riots in the streets to just touch her…’ I said, as I lightly slapped her ass, ‘…pacha(ass).’ My hands stayed behind on her ass right after the slap to soothe the ass cheek I slapped.
‘Ali!’ she immediately reprimanded me by slapping me on my shoulders, although I knew she was okay with it.
Subhas-kaka gave a grin and said, ‘Ali-bhai is right Didi, people will kill to massage you… there,’ his eyes and eyebrows dancing, pointing at her ass level, as he was sat on the ground and she was standing.
‘Chi! Perverts!’ she said, with a frown that slowly turned into a mischievous smile. Then she turned, ‘is it that great?’ she asked jutting her ass out towards him.

He looked at me for approval to continue this conversation, seeing no negative reactions on my face, he said with hesitation, ‘Didi, trust me as a man, I can say that your… your…’
‘My what? Say it,’ she asked, teasing him, with a smile flicking across her face, her ass still towards him, her head upper body twisted trying to face him.
‘Your… “apples”,’ he said. It was sweet of him, not mention her ass, as he still respected us. Although we have already gone beyond any of that and we were having conversation where he was describing my wife’s ass.
‘My “apples”?’ she asked, laughing, ‘so what about my “apples”?’
‘They are perfect shape, like apple, any man would be lucky to touch them,’ he said.
She was now blushing; her face became all shades of red, as he mentioned touching her perfect ass, no use using euphemism such as massaging etc.
‘I told you Didi that you look like Deepika from bollywood,’ he said.
‘You have seen and touched Deepika’s ass?’ I asked.

He laughed, saying ‘ofcourse, no Ali-bhai, I can only imagine from what I see on the screen.’
‘How can you compare her to Deepika? How do you know that Sahana’s “apples” are perfect?’ I asked him, pointing to her ass, in seriousness, as if it was an academic discussion.
He thought I was serious and he crawled towards us and sat with his face a feet away from her ass. ‘Ali-bhai, why can’t I compare it to Deepika’s, I have seen her in movies and I can see that there is similarities. Look…’ he said and then extended his hands to touch the back of her knees, falling short by centimeters, looking up at her, seeking permission. She gave no response. If it was a problem she would have stopped him. He touched the back of her knees and said, ‘Look Ali-bhai, the legs are so slim,’ rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. I watched intently. ‘See, her slim legs leads up to her “apples”,’ he then brought his hand to her ass and groped it.
I could see her body stiffen from that touch. A low-class man was touching her ass without the pretense of massaging. She inadvertently bent a few degrees to extend her ass further from him to touch. I was leaking from my cock now, as I had been hard for quite a long time now.
‘I am sure from what the photos I have seen Deepika is like that also,’ he said, his hands still on her ass. ‘There is no one in this apartment building, who comes close to Didi here,’ he said in a matter-of-factly manner and withdrew his hands.
Sahana ate up the compliment and clapped, ‘oh thank you,’ she told him and sat on the sofa beside me. ‘Okay so same time tomorrow then for another massage, Subhas-kaka,’ she said.

We then got up and said good bye to him. He took his own sweet time to get up. I knew that he had an erection and needed time to subdue it. After he left she undressed herself and got on me and we started making out. As she then was giving me a blowjob, I asked her, ‘how was it when he was groping and pressing you ass as if it was like doe? Did you get aroused?’
She looked at me, and gave a long suck on my cock head, sending me in deep pleasure. ‘Did that answer your question?’ she asked, taking my cock out of her mouth and smirked at me. Later while she was sat on my cock, fucking me in cowgirl position, slowing down, she asked if I had enjoyed watching her get mauled all evening. She then picked the pace up and sent me over the edge and we both came.
I said yes to her last question, and asked, ‘Do you want to continue this?’
She looked into my eyes as we were lying down, spent from our fuck session, and said ‘I want to continue getting the massage and maybe tease him a little bit, but do not want to do anything extreme. I am not ready.’
‘I am not ready to see you do anything extreme as well, you know, but I am having fun,’ I said, ‘and it arouses me to know that my wife is so desirable to men and that she enjoys such games with them. The way he was touching your ass, I felt like making you naked and taking you then and there.’
‘Don’t get me wrong, I am having fun and enjoying this, our sex life has been awesome. But I am still scared that if we do something out of too much excitement we might regret it. What if you dislike if I do something, you know,’ she said.
‘Darling, I will never dislike anything that you do, if you are okay with it, I have no problem,’ I replied and gave her a kiss. It was true though I was not ready for her to get naked or give anyone a blowjob or fuck someone. But, I was okay with flirting and teasing and touching, all of that sorts.

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The next day I was in office, I received a Whattsapp message from Anis, in our Whattsapp group consisting of Anis, Sahana and me, asking how our Bali trip was and that he was still in Turkey would miss my birthday as he might not be able to come later this week on the Thursday. I really wanted him for my birthday, but work was work. I replied that our Bali trip was great and that we were excited to see him and that we would miss him for my birthday. He apologized and then sent us a picture of him beside a beautiful scantily clad belly dancer, in what looked like a restaurant-club. He then asked me what I wanted as a present.

I wanted to share a picture of Sahana in a swimsuit, but then decided against it, even though it would be fun, I did not like the idea of having her picture with someone else, and a picture she herself did not share.

So in the evening as I reached our apartment building, I got a call from Sahana asking where I was, I told her I was downstairs heading to the lift and dropped the call. After a while as I got to our lift I saw Subhas-kaka had come to the lift too and that he was heading to ours. I was more convinced now that she had only told him to come when I would be in the flat and did not want Subhas to come to our house without me being there. He greeted me, but seemed awkward. He probably still was not comfortable it seemed. As we were going up the lift, I asked, ‘Subha-kaka, you look at uneasy.’
‘Ali-bhai… you are right, what to tell you. I was nervous all day. I know what is happening is not normal. Maybe you think bad of me,’ he said non-stop,
‘Don’t worry kaka, if she is fine with it, I am fine with it, we are very open minded couple. So don’t worry,’ I said, trying to make him at ease. I didn’t at the time know what I meant by “if she is fine with it” and “very open minded couple” made him think. I just said it.

Then we reached our floor and Sahana opened the door for us. She was wearing an olive green mid thigh length pleated skirt and when she stood covered more than her hot pants ever did. But as it was a pleated skirt I knew it could do more of a magic. On top she was wearing a cream coloured top which hung down from her boobs and ended just under where her skirt waist started. The neck was wide, although showed little cleavage, the neck and shoulder are bare due to strappy shoulder straps that tied at the back of her neck. I knew Sahana had a special liking for thin strap tops, but tying behind the neck was new. From the material it was evident that she was not wearing a bra and hint of her nipples were showing.

As we went inside, she gave us a twirl, as if wanting compliments. Before I could say anything, Subhas said with a grin on his face, ‘Didi, you look like fashion model from tv.’ That cheeky bastard was sinking in the compliments.
‘Really?’ she asked, acting surprised, giving us her broad smile. I realized the pleated skirt rose couple of inches when she twirled. Although we Subhas-kaka had seen most if not all of her thighs, there was a certain thrill in her thighs peeking out from her skirt.

Like yesterday, they got down to the massage. And as usual she was lying down as he tried to work on her back and shoulders. Then as he was having problem rubbing her neck due to the tie. Then suddenly she put her hand backwards and untied the knot behind her neck. If she got up now, the entire top would slide down off her leaving her topless. She was now entirely comfortable with him, if he went under her top to rub, she would have allowed it, but luckily his sense of modesty was not allowing him to go under her top. After he rubbed her entire back with his dark podgy hands, he rubbed her arm and armpits. She squirmed and giggled as he poked and prodded her armpits. He then again started rubbing her entire back up and down, making her lower back exposed as the material hung loosely around her body. He did not bother to pull the top down, but rather massage her exposed lower back, pushing the top further up to her mid back. Sahana made no objection, but gave out low moans. After a while, Sahana wanted to flip over onto her back but halfway realized her top was untied and she caught her top, sat straight, hands still holding onto her top and shyly like asked him to tie her top at the neck. I was thinking if this near accident was intentional or had she truly forgotten about her top being untied. He clumsily went behind her and took the strings trying to tie them, but after several trials of pulling them up too much or too little, he tied them loosely as she gave up trying to instruct him. Now the upper portion of her boobs was coming into view and her long chain could be seen going into her cleavage. Their entire act was happening with such innocence and naivety that anyone would question the sexual tension and nature of it all.
‘You tied it so loosely,’ she said, ‘see…,’ looking down at her boob area, drawing our attention.
‘Sorry Didi,’ he replied, ‘will I tie it again?’
‘No need,’ she said, and started laid down on her back.

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He started to massage her neck and upper chest area, carefully avoiding any boob-contact, going under the strings every now and then. Then he went down to her sides, around her boobs, rubbing his hands slowly downwards, first one side then the other, to her stomach area, where the top had slipped upwards. He massaged her stomach, paying close attention to her navel.


I noticed that she had spread her legs ever so slightly. This I knew was a reflex from her getting aroused. He kept his hands below the breasts as he worked his way up her stomach. From him being so close to her, he surely had not missed her rock hard nipples poking through her top, as her chest heaved. I loved the fact that she nowadays mostly went braless. I looked at his face for a bit to find that he was trying to avoid gawking at her chest.
He then proceeded to do the front of her legs. As he got to her knees and above, he kept his hands over her skirt, making it difficult. She then pulled her skirt up until the hem was two inches below her crotch, giving him access to her. With her legs slightly spread, from an angle he would have seen glimpses of her underwear covered crotch. I was sure she was wearing panties. This time with her spread legs he massaged the insides well.
In the middle of his thigh massage, he said in a serious tone, ‘Ali-bhai, I forgot to tell you, I had a serious argument with the two guards of the building. You must take action.’
‘Why?’ I asked.

‘They were telling bad things about Didi.’
My ears suddenly got interested, ‘what did they say?’ I enquired immediately. I could already guess what they were
He looked hesitant. ‘Ali-bhai… They said bad things about her, about her body… you know things I can’t say. ’
Even Sahana was interested, although given it was about her, she should be, saying, ‘come on Kaka, you can tell us.’
‘Didi, Ali-bhai, I am too embarrassed to say them...,’ he said.
‘Kaka, we must know, what they say behind our backs,’ I demanded.
He got scared for a bit it seems as he took his hands away from her. ‘Ali-bhai... okay… wait… I will be back in a minute,’ he said, getting up and walking to the door. I was surprised he did not have a boner. Maybe he started to wear underwear. If I was in his place, I would have started wearing one as well.

As he left, I went up to her and started caressing her and turning her around, as she said nothing. She was now on her front and I started to put my hand inside her skirt and over her panties. She moaned as she let me work over her wet panty covered pussy. She was horny and ready to fuck, but Subhas was coming back and her massage was not over, so I kept her hanging. After a while he returned. Before he closed the door, I took my hand away and pulled down the hem of her skirt. Subhas-kaka came straight to where he was the last time and handed me his mobile phone, from what it seemed he had gone down o his room to fetch his phone. It was a cheap phone with a colour display.
‘Ali-bhai, hit the play button,’ he said resuming his massage, on the back of Sahana’s legs, starting from the bottom. Sahana had not said a word since the last four to five minutes. She had her eyes closed.

I fiddled with the phone for sometimes and then I hit the play button and a recording started.

- ‘Oh Subhas why are you so upset? Are you a man or not?’ This voice I recognized was Salam’s, the morning shift guard.
- ‘Aha, Salam, Subhas is a man. But I think he is in love with his Sahana-didi, which is why.’ This Voice I recognized was of a driver that drives for the flat below us.
- ‘Don’t be stupid you two, why will I be in love with her, she is as young as my daughter.’ This voice was of course Subhas-kaka’s.

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Subhas-kaka was in the meantime up at massaging the back of Sahana’s knees, questioning whether to venture upwards under the skirt. I paused the recording and I without any hesitation pulled the hem of the skirt upwards till in reached under her butt region, exposing her entire legs. I noticed Sahana had opened her eyes and trying to look back at what we were doing. He, Subhas, as her thighs were uncovered, started going up her thighs, massaging it. Then I pressed the play button.

Salam: Dhur! Forget your daughter-water. Forget age, how is she like your daughter? Did you look at Sahana’s figure?
Tarek: One look at that figure I would forget who she is. Oh god… that figure. ..
Salam: Listen Tarek, once I went up to her flat to hand her the electricity bill. You know what that slut was wearing . A skirt tight leggings and a T-shirt. The leggings you could see her entire leg’s shape and inside T-shirt I was sure she was not wearing a bra.

Tarek: Really?
Salam: Really. And you could make out the nipples if you looked at her breasts hard enough. And oh boy she gave me ample time to look at her breasts. She was reading the bill while I was standing outside while the door was open.
Tarek: You lucky bastard.
Subhas: Stop this discussion, guys.
Tarek: Shut up Subhas-da!
Salam: Damn, she was hot. Her tits, under that T-shirt looked marvelous.
Tarek: They are like juicy mangoes.
The reference Tarek made to Sahana’s tits being akin to juicy mangoes—the best comparison in my opnion—suddenly made Sahana giggle. She found it funny and so did I. This made the environment a little lighter and even Subhas laughed too.
Subhas: How can you describe her like that? She is a respectable woman.
Salam: Oho! Subhas, you see her a lot as you go up to her flat. Tell me honestly, do you not think, her tits are like juicy mangoes?
I paused the recording. I wanted to play a little game. ‘Sahana, could you please get up?’ I asked her and she did get up and faced us, with a comfused look on her face, while Subhas pulled his hand back. ‘Now Subhas-kaka, tell me, are they correct?’

‘Correct about what Ali-bhai?’ he said. Even he had a confused look on his face.
‘Her chest,’ I said, pointing at her breasts covered by her top, ‘are they like juicy mangoes?’
Sahana immediately started blushing, becoming scarlet on her cheeks. ‘What the hell are you saying Ali? Stop it,’ she said, slapping me on my shoulders. From the look on her eyes, I could tell it was playful. She really did not mind.
‘How can I say such things about Didi, Ali-bhai? I feel embarrassed,’ he said, looking downwards.
Then I saw a playfull smile flicker across Sahana’s lips. ‘I am a bit self conscious about my doodh (translation: milk, tits),’ she said, looking at her tits, touching them lightly and pulling gently at her top, grazing the material of her top over her nipples. I never expected her to use words like ‘doodh’, which literally meant milk and was an informal and street term for tits, and rather use a more formal term for it or allude to it. But, I knew that Sahana had come a long way and enjoyed teasing and making Subhas uncomfortable. ‘Forget Ali, he is my husband, he will say anything to make me happy. But Kaka, you are an honest man, do you think my chest, my ‘doodh(s)’ are like juicy mangoes, like they are saying?’ She asked with her doe-eyes at him.

‘Didi… Didi,’ Subhas-kaka as usual hesitated, but he was now staring at her boobs.
‘Subhas-kaka, you can stare at it, but can’t talk about it, why?’ I asked, mocking him. He had an awkward half-smile.
‘Ali is right,’ Sahana said, ‘Kaka, you can call my ass apples, but when it comes to my “doodh”, you swallow your tongue. You can tell us.’ She looked at me and I all I saw was a mischief. This was probably the first time she was talking about her body to anyone else other than me, so openly.
I got tempted and reached for her mammaries and she playfully slapped my hands away.
‘Didi…’ he finally said, ‘how can I say? Your those… ‘
‘My what?’ she asked, teasing him.
‘Your chest, your doodh, are like juicy mangoes,’ he replied, ‘that Tarek and Salam, total lecher bastards they might be, but are not wrong.’
‘Really?’ she enquired, looking down at her boobs.
‘Yes Didi, they are like mangoes,’ he said, laughing, ‘you are like a fruit basket now, apples down there and mangoes up there.’ We all laughed at that, at last he was relaxing.

I reminded them that they had a massage to finish and Sahana again laid down on her stomach and Subhas rolled her skirt hem up himself until it reached her butt cheeks and started massaging her thighs. I was surprised he had no hesitation this time. Then I pressed play to listen to the rest of the recording.

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Tarek: Salam, forget this man Subhas-da, he will not say, [Then there was giggling]

Salam: Tarek, so that day I got a fine look at her longs slim legs and her ass. Damn man, it would drive anyone mad. A sniff and a touch of it can raise a dead man. [There was more laughing]
Tarek: She probably likes getting it from the back like a dog from that husband of her.
Oh god! I was probably sporting one of the stiffest erection of my life listening to low-class assholes describe my wife in such a vulgar tone. I glanced at Sahana, she had her eyes and mouth open as she was getting massaged on her thighs.
Salam: Damn! That husband is lucky he gets to fuck her ass all the time. If I was him, I would not let her rest and fuck her always.
Subhas: Stop it guys! Enough! They, both Ali-bhai and Sahana-didi are respectable people.
Salam: Arey Subhas. All the men in the building from servants to flat-owners lust after her. Don’t tell us you don’t.
Tarek: Yes Subhas-da, if she comes onto you and sits on your lap, will you not touch her ass and then fuck her?
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The recording ended before the part Subhas would have answered. Maybe he did not want for us or indeed anyone to hear the answer. If I asked him, he would probably deny it. Suddenly I heard low moans coming from her. She was as horny as I was, probably more as she was getting a massage treatment pretty close to her sex. I wanted to capitalize this situation and I knew she would not mind, and take our game a bit further.
‘Sahana, why did you wear a skirt?’ I asked her and she looked back
‘Why? What’s wrong?’ She asked in return.
I put my hand on her skirt covered ass, grabbing her right buttcheek over her clothes. ‘It will be hard for Subhas-kaka to massage you over the skirt, as the material is thick compared to your shorts and you won’t feel his hands at all,’ I said.

‘You are right,’ she said, ’Ali will it be alright if I pull my skirt up and he can rub me over my panties? I want a good massage you see.’ I was looking at Subhas when she was talking, and with the mention of the word ‘panties’, his face lit up.
‘I think it should be alright,’ I said. I didn’t think she would have agreed so easily, I was expecting her to mock protest and detest the idea.
She then pulled her hands back and tugged at the skirt, bunching it around her waist leaving her ass exposed with only panties to cover it. It was a modest pair she was wearing, more modest than her recent collection; now, most of her ass was covered except for the bottom of her ass cheeks. ‘Kaka,’ she called, in her sultriest of voices, it was not fake, she really was horny, ‘massage my apples; I won’t feel a thing over the skirt. So please don’t mind, don’t think bad of me, your older sister, please,’ she said.
‘Didi why? How can I think bad of you? Wherever you want, I will massage you there,’ he said, in a very serious manner, with his head shaking. Then he slowly edged his hands up her legs to grab her butt, one butt cheek at a time, massaging it like he did on his previous sessions.
‘Oh! You know magic Subhas-kaka,’ she called, ‘it feels amazing and so relaxing,’ between soft moans.

My wife, who once asked me if it was okay to hug another man, was now openly appreciating a man of lower social status mauling her ass. I was proud how sexually open she became. I then noticed Subhas-kaka took his right hand away for a second, quickly adjusting himself in his crotch area and again getting back to his work. I was impressed with the patience and goodness he was showing, never had he done anything that was not consensual on Sahana’s part. I loved how he would trace his hands over her exposed part of the ass cheek and then grab one ass cheeks with both hand and press into it, his fingers touching her ass crack over her panties, intentionally or unintentionally, I did not know. The contrast of his dark hands on her pink cotton panties and her fair butt was a sight to see. I was having the desire to whip out my cock and fuck her right there, as my hard on was making it very uncomfortable to sit on the ground like that for long.

‘Didi,’ Subhas said, ‘I was hoping you would wear your thongs,’ laughing.
Sahana then twisted her body, turned back, while still half lying down, with her right hand on the mat for support, hit him playfully on his arm and then laid back down again, she had a smile on her face that only I could see, as she laid her head down on the mat, her head facing me. ‘You naughty man!’ she voiced, her tone indicating a playful manner.
‘Sorry Didi, seeing you like this in your pink panties, looking like “Hollywood actress”, so I get tempted to make jokes,’ he told her, complimenting her on the side. I was taken by surprise at his audacity. Maybe he was emboldened by how we had let him touch her panty covered butt. The thing that was commendable about him was that he was not going under her panties yet, something that would have been hard for me to control, if I was in his place. She said nothing in return only to make grunts and “hmm” for the next minute.

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All of a sudden, she told him that it was enough and ended the massage and Subhas retracted his hands like a obedient boy. She then turned and sat upright with her skirt still bunched up at the waist, giving us her frontal panty-covered pussy view, to Subhas-kaka for the first time. My shameless, beautiful wife did not probably realize that her panty crotch area was wet and it was if someone looked hard enough, and both Subhas-kaka and I looked hard enough. After she composed herself, she left the mat and went and sat on the sofa, covering herself in the process by pulling her skirt down. She had done it so casually as if having her skirt bunched up at her waist was a normal thing. I too followed her and sat on the sofa.


‘Kaka, the massage was wonderful,’ she said, ‘due to running and exercising regularly, I need such massages. I hope you don’t mind giving me your services every now and then.’
‘Didi, I thank my luck that I can be of service to you,’ he said in his usual modest way.
‘What he means is,’ I intervened, ‘is that he gets to touch you in places that the idiot guard and driver are dreaming of.’ I placed my hand on her left thigh and slightly pulled at them, trying to spread her legs to give him peeks at panties he had already seen. ‘Am I right?’ I asked Subhas.
As soon as I asked that question, Sahana elbowed me, making me cough. ‘Ali, behave!’ she said. Anyway she was right; too much banter with Subhas-kaka types was not a good idea. I needed him to still respect me to some extent.
Subhas-kaka gave us a sly smile. ‘Ali-bhai, you are making me shy,’ he said, ‘of course it is true, those foul-mouthed lechers would die of jealousy, if they got to know.’

‘And you would keep it that way,’ I warned him. The good thing was he feared our family to a certain extent. He used to see MPs and ministers dine at our home when he used to work for us.
‘Of course Ali-bhai, I was a loyal servant back in the day, so I won’t change now,’ he assured us.
I looked at him, straight in the eye, ‘why did you make us listen to the recording Kaka?’ I asked.
‘Ali-bhai… Ali bhai I wanted to make sure you knew what these character-less men say behind everyone’s backs. So that Didi and you are careful about them,’ he replied.
‘Hmm,’ I expressed, somewhat satisfied with his answer.
To change the mood, Sahana spoke up, ‘so what do you want in return for the service? You see I don’t like owing people.’

Giving up trying to be modest, as Sahana insisted payment be made, Subhas-kaka started thinking. I was wondering what he might ask. ‘Didi,’ he asked, ‘you know Ali-bhai said that you are a dancer…’
‘I wasn’t a dancer, but I learned how to dance,’ she corrected him.
‘Yes, yes, that. I was wondering if you would dance for me,’ he said, ‘I just wanted to see how you dance.’ Subhas, that sly dog, had some brain in his upper chambers, I thought.
‘Kaka,’ she said, ‘I can’t do that. Besides, dancing is a lot of effort. On top of that what sort of dance? I don’t know.’ I saw Subhas-kaka’s face droop in disappointment and sadness.
‘What do you mean, you don’t know?’ I intervened, ‘Kaka had made such effort for you to feel good, just give him a dance, and dance a bollywood number.’ I tried to sound casual, as if it wasn’t a big deal, rich housewives dancing for low-class caretakers. I also said to “give him a dance”. I didn’t know why said that.
‘Are you sure Ali,’ she said, looking into my eyes.
‘Of course my love, look at how Subhas-kaka’s face has lit up. Look,’ I told her, lightly patting her shoulders. Subhas’s face had actually lit up.
‘Okay, Kaka,’ she asked getting up, ‘you will get your dance. What song do you want?’
‘Anything you want Didi… A Bollywood song maybe,’ he said.

She left for our bedroom, instructing Subhas-kaka to move the mat to clear the space and have him sit up against the sofa on the carpet. Our society had a massive class system. Servant-types did not sit on sofas and then we waited for her.

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After a while, she came out. The outfit being the same, the top and the skirt folded at the waistband pulling the skirt up few inches, with brown high-heeled-ankle-pumps added to the ensemble. Her heels made her strut really strong and her legs look long. She walked over to us like runway models and handed me her phone and a JBL speaker. ‘Press play,’ she instructed me and went to the centre of the room. I could not see the expression on Subhas’s face, but there was no doubt he was enjoying this. I pressed play and a song started, the opening few bars played and I recognized that song: BABY DOLL from the film Rangini MMS 2. It was very popular song. I was sure Subhas had heard it too.

She then gave us a cock-stirring smile and started swaying her hips to the beat. ‘Have you heard this song before Kaka?’ she asked him, teasing him.
Kaka could only nod. Yes.

She sang the song as she danced, her legs spread and knees slightly bent, sometimes thrusting hip movement or gyrating her mid-hip area. Her flimsy top fluttered as she moved, giving us glimpses of her navel and tummy. Although we had already seen it today, the momentary flicks added to the sexiness and made it thrilling. I wish I could have seen what Kaka’s face looked like as he was devouring the scene infront of him.

She then spun around and showed us her back and danced for sometimes, switching between shaking her ass, gyrating her hips and mildly twerking (not lowering her ass all the way), legs spread and knees bent at an angle like before. She then turned back and danced near to where we were and started repeating what she had been doing. This time her hands were inside her top, caressing herself, her eyes closed, in what looked like a dance of seduction where it was the dancer was getting turned on.

Since Subhas-kaka was sitting on the carpet, his back against the sofa and Sahana was dancing in front of him an arm length away, from his vantage point he could have possibly seen up her skirt as she danced and her skirt flopped around. Then she did the unthinkable, she turned giving us her back, with her legs spread about a foot and a half and her legs straight, she bent down with her ass still shaking-swaying with the beat. This display was all for Subhas-kaka and I could see from the sides that his jaw was the floor as she was openly staring at her ass swaying and her long legs accentuated by the ankle-strap heels. From my angle I could see the underside of her boobs through her top as it hung and slid as she bent down. I wasn’t sure if he had caught the sight of her under-boob or not. Before the song was about to end I took out my phone and quickly snapped couple of photos of her bent down and had purposefully left Subhas-kaka in the frame as this would add to the risqué factor of the picture. Then gradually the song ended as she was still bent down.

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‘Wah Didi Wah! So great,’ Subhas-kaka said, clapping enthusiastically.

Sahana needed a bit of time to recover as she straightened, caught her breadth and sat down on the sofa. Beside her was Subhas-kaka on the carpet and on the other side it was me. ‘Really, was it that good?’ she asked, smiling. She knew that answer.
‘What kind of question is that? Of course, Didi, you are better dancer than these bollywood dancers,’ he complemented, looking at her from where he was sat. Her legs were brushing his shoulders now.
‘Thank you. But dancing in heels is uncomfortable, pain starts to come after a while,’ she told him, stretching her legs towards him.
Already anticipating what she wanted, he took her left leg in his arms, with her heeled feet on his lap he started massaging it tenderly, going up and down and up and down her legs, lifting in from the sofa to get better access to her thighs, in the process of getting, what I was guessing, was a superb view of her panty covered pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back on the sofa, as he was giving her his tender treatment. I took this opportunity to take a few snaps on my mobile phone for viewing later. He then shifted and switched the legs and took the right leg and gave it the same treatment. All the while the skirt had risen, and her panties had come out in the view. This time he had opened the heeled shoe from her feet and let her feet rest on his lap. I took another photo. None of them paid any attention to what I was doing as they were very much involved in giving the massage and her receiving it.

After the while, the massage ended and he asked to leave, thanking again for the wonderful gift of getting to watch her dance. ‘Didi, if I get gifts like this all the time, I will do whatever you ask me to do, I will dig a canal and drown in it, if you want,’ he quipped, making us laugh. I was wondering what kind of gift would await him in the future, because I knew Sahana was now in the tendency to take things forward.

He then bid farewell and left. She immediately lept out of the sofa, closed the door and cam towards me on the sofa, by the time she reached me she was already naked. We had a steamy sex session that night.

‘So you liked showing him your panties?’ I asked her, with my cock still buried in her.
‘Hmm… aaahh…’ was all she could say in return.
‘So you liked…. Letting him touch your panties, your ass… then play with it…? You are such a naughty slut…,’
‘Yes… yessss… I loved it,’ came her reply, as she was bouncing on my lap.
‘He is going to play with his dark cock thinking about you now, how you sweet your ass felt,’ I said, slapping her ass, which was grinding into my lap, ‘do you like it when you are men’s fantasy?’
‘Yess… yess.. Yeees,’ she screamed and then she stopped grinding on me, still with my stiff cock buried in her, she composed herself and managed to ask, ‘darling I will you get mad, if I tell you something?... promise not to, please,’ she pleaded.

I was confused what could she think I would be mad about, all sorts of possibilities ran through my head. ‘No love, you can say,’ I finally spurted out.
She gave me a long kiss and in the movement my cock popped out of her, my mind anticipating for what was to come. ‘Darling,’ she finally said, ‘when I had my feet on Subhas-kaka’s lap, I think I felt his cock, under my feet.’
I was relieved, ‘oh okay, that is not a problem,’ I assured her. It probably was an accident.
‘Baby, his cock was big,’ she said, now moving away from me, bending down and taking my cock in her mouth. ‘I did not know, but when I put my feet, I felt it,’ she said after my cock popped out of her mouth.
I picked her up to her feet and turned her around, ‘babe it isn’t only Subhas who fantasized about you. The drivers, the guards, the other tenants, everyone…. Fantasizes about you,’ I whispered to her.
‘Let them, I want them to fantasize about me. Make love to in their dreams, think about me when they spread their cum,’ she whispered back.
I made her bend down on her knees on the sofa and positioned my cock at her entrance, ‘they think of fucking you like this, like a dog.’
‘I love being fucked like a dog,’ she said, as I pushed in to her pussy.

In no time we came. We then discussed some more about how she wanted to take it further, while we looked at the pictures I took while she was getting her legs massaged. Then we had another session of wild sex.

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It was Thursday and my birthday was here, as I was in the office, my wife sent me a text that said:

‘Come home straight from office, I have a surprise for you. I had to make hard bargain for that surprise to happen. Xx’

I was wondering what was in store for me as I went up the lift to my flat. As the door opened I was surprised to see Sahana standing in what was a Belly Dancer costume. ‘Surprise! Happy Birthday once again my dear,’ she said as I came in and gave me a kiss.
‘Where did you f…’ I stammered.
‘This? This is a present for you from someone,’ she said with a smile on her face.
I had a lot of questions in my head. ‘Someone who? Anis? Where is he? Wasn’t he not supposed to be the country? He gave you this?...’ I asked one after the other, whereas she just smiled. I had yet to notice her in her costume, properly.
‘All of your question will be answered, but first tell me what you think of this costume,’ she said, striking a pose.

The costume contained two items, one was what it looked like Bra-like top, but she had a chiffon dbang around her neck to cover her boob area, and another item was the bottom split skirt, with wide splits that went from the waistband to the hem on both sides, showing entire length of her legs. The split skirt bottom, black in colour with golden border and gold prints, was worn low at the waist and any movement caused the splits to widen and legs showed. Then I realized they weren’t splits rather openings on both sides and the skirt was actually two parts, one dbangd the ass and the other dbangd the front leaving gaps on both sides which showed the legs. The cups could barely contain her breasts and about half of her breasts were exposed. Her footwear included the ankle-strap pumps she had worn yesterday. Her midriff was entirely bare. The outfit reminded me of the Princess Leia outfit that was worn when Princess Leia was a prisoner of Jabba the Hutt. I slowly caught hold of her chiffon dbang and pulled it away, inside, she was wearing black bra-rop, with ample cleavage and top half of her tits showing, hiding her areola of course. The bra cups were black colored with golden borders and frill hanging from the bottom of the cup. She was shy to just have her half-covered tits hanging out, so she opted to wear the dbang over them it seemed.
‘Lovely, you look beautiful,’ I whispered into Sahana’s ear as I stroked and caressed the bra cups. My hands quickly traveled down to feel the material of her skirt by palming her ass.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Sahana said, ‘the answer to all of the questions is here.’ She then quickly dbangd her chest with chiffon dbang and answered the door.

After she opened the door I saw Anis walk in straight towards me, shouting ‘Surprise fucker!’ and gave me bottle of vodka, saying ‘Happy Birthday mate,’ and giving me a hug.
‘I thought you were supposed to be away,’ I told him.
‘I was, I was, and I hated myself for missing it, but then your wife here made me realize that I would be missing out,’ he said.
‘So I guess, whatever she is wearing is your idea of her convincing you.’
‘You make it sound as if I wouldn’t have wanted come anyways,’ he said, giggling.

He then went towards her, giving out a wolf whistle, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, ‘you look beautiful, Ms. Blowjobber,’ he called her, a name I had not heard in a while. Sahana was giggling in response. ‘You do look fascinating,’ he said, and then he told me, ‘Ali doesn’t she look fascinating?’ while holding her in his arms and showing her to me. ‘When she asked what it would take to spend a few hundred dollars more to advance my ticket and come last night to be here today and give you a surprise, I asked if she was willing to give this outfit a try and I sent her the picture and after much convincing she agreed. So, I sent my driver with the dress in the morning so that she can try it out and wear it tonight,’ he said, ‘you see Turkey is the best place for this, that day when I was watching the belly dancer, I was wondering what Sahana would look like wearing something like this. But I am a little disappointed,’ he said, pointing at her dbang that covered her chest.

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‘I can’t remove this, everything shows, what will you think of me?’ she said, pouting.

‘Please, please, you have to or else the costume looses its appeal,’ he pleaded, ‘Ali please tell your wife that it will not be a problem and we will not think anything of her, please tell her.’
‘Yes honey, please remove that stupid dbang, it does not go well and I don’t mind, neither does he,’ I requested her.
‘Okay,’ she sighed, trying to hide what it looked like excitement in her voice and removed the dbang revealing her bra-top and half-exposed tits, putting the dbang over Anis’s head and giggling.
‘You look wonderful, doesn’t she Ali?’ he asked me and I nodded in agreement. ‘It’s a crime to hide those wonderful tits of yours,’ he said openly and she turned red. He then pulled her towards him and gave her a kiss at her upper chest near her neck. Sahana looked at me and I shrugged. I did not mind such contact and she now knew it. He then made her give us a twirl and stopped her when she had her facing us. ‘Sahana! Don’t tell me you are wearing your old panties with these,’ he said.

‘Of course not!’ she said, ‘See…’She now took his hand and put it on the globe of her ass to palm.
‘Thank you,’ he said, still palming her ass over the dress, ‘you see Ali,’ looking at me, ‘I wanted to make the make her entire outfit ensemble perfect for you, make it a perfect gift for your birthday.’ It was a fantastic gift I must say, I have never seen Sahana look to delectable, so desirable and so exotically sexy. Anis hit two birds with one stone; he gave me a present and had Sahana dress up for both of our pleasure.
Then it hit him, ‘so you are nude underneath?!’
She giggled, ‘Uff! Of course not you idiot!’ and then hit him playfully and tussled his hair, I am wearing thongs.’
‘Yikes!’ Anis gave a shriek in excitement, ‘I can’t even tell,’ he said, giving her ass one last squeeze, ‘it feels as if you are naked underneath.’ Their embrace ended with him giving her another kiss on her cheek in appreciation, with him announcing, ‘Sahana just upgraded, now she is both Ms blowjobber and Ms thong.’
We all laughed, so did Sahana although she mock protested and playfully hit Anis in the arm.
He while looking at her feet suddenly kneeled down, ‘hey, you wore anklets as well, that I asked. You have really made an effort. I am actually proud of my creation,’ he said. She did really make and effort, he was right; she had makeup on with her red lipstick and eye makeup, and had her hair cut and set really nicely. She smelled nice as well.

I offered that before the party was to begin, we get dinner over with. So we had our dinner with Sahana serving us the food, before she joined us to eat. She would bend down more than necessary to have us stare into her prominent cleavage and tits. She would stand close to Anis, having his head brush against her tits and would look straight into my eyes while she was doing it, to tease me I supposed, and teased I was. I had a hard on while I ate, never had I in my entire life had an erection while eating dinner. I was guessing Anis was in the same condition. The other thing I had noticed was the flat, toned mid area that my wife had, with not an ounce of fat anywhere. This had to be her dancing upbringing and regular exercise, but I was proud. I used to frequently wonder what I had done to deserve such a sensational looking wife.

We moved our party onto the living room and opened the bottle of vodka and mixed it in fruit punch. We chatted for a while where Anis broke the good news that Anis’s wife Faria was pregnant, but also broke to us that Faria wants him to permanently move to Australia with her and settle down. So from the coming month he would wind down his business here and give it away to his brother. We were of course happy for him that he was going to be a father again, but that he had to go away was what saddened us.
As the Fruit punch flowed we became much more relaxed I suggested we should have a photoshoot of Sahana as she was looking gorgeous and such occasions will not come often. ‘No, no,’ came her protest. I knew that she only needed a bit more convincing.
‘Sahana come on,’ Anis said, ‘do it for me, if you don’t want to do it for him, I made such an effort to come today. Aren’t you feeling sexy? This can’t be all for our benefit. ’
‘Of course, this outfit, I agree is making me feel sexy, but but…’
‘No buts, let us photograph you,’ he said
‘ Okay,’ she finally agreed, ‘But I need time to make myself proper,’ and went off to her room and I brought out the digital camera, turned on the lights here and there, got Anis to clean up the place.