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Sahana walked out after about five minutes, her shoulder length hair had been brushed and she added a choker necklace around her neck and fixed her makeup with mascara and eyeliner and had redone her red lipstick. The thing that stood out was that she applied what looked like baby oil on her abs and chest. She also tried applying it on her legs and arm, without much success. The baby oil gave her skin certain sheen. Anis had his mouth open as she strutted in. Anis then agreed with my observation that she needed more oil to make the shine better, but said that this had to do for now.


We hurried and set up the area and had her give us some rudimentary pose. Anis held the reflector and stood as I instructed while I asked her to give us some poses and I clicked the camera. My alluring wife’s slowly got daring as she stuck her leg out for one picture, where he entire legs showed. Anis was whistling as she did that, resulting in a giggle out of her, which I caught on the camera. Her abs where looking perfect as they shined under the light and details could be made out. She turned around and gave us few poses, then again stuck her legs out and made her ass stick out a bit, whilst looking back at the camera. She was slowly becoming comfortable.

I then led her to the sofa and asked her to give us her back and have her hands on her head, to pose as if she was dancing. Suddenly and Idea stuck my head.
‘Sahana, Anis, let’s try something, let’s give this photoshoot a theme. Okay?’ I suggested, to which they both just looked at me with pure confusion. ‘Sahana would be belly dancer of course and Anis would be like a customer or someone she had to dance to and seduce… or impress… something like that.’
I was not sure using the word “seduce” was such a good idea, as Sahana immediately protested, ‘how can this be?’
‘Don’t worry, no one is going to see these photos except you and I. Alrihgt? And if you feel uncomfortable we stop.’ I told her. I did not need to ask Anis, he would have agreed with everything so get into this photoshoot.

I set up my camera and the reflector on stands, while Sahana gulped her drink down for some liquid courage and Anis fixed his shirt and wore his shoe and sat on the sofa trying to look like a rich patron. I put on some music on low volume so that they don’t drown out my voice during directions.

His only direction was to have his legs spread as if he owned the world. I told her to dance to the music and I would take snaps as she did. I took a few snaps of her in various dance poses, most with him in the frame, first few ones it was her facing him, others were of her with her back to him. I went around with my camera to get the proper shots. There was one shot that I liked where she was bent at her waist, legs, straight and spread out of her skirt slit, looking behind towards him. I had him have his hand outstretched as if he was out to grab her ass.

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I then had her lay down on the carpet in front of him, trying to imitate the same pose of Princess Leia laid down in front of Jabba the hutt. It was just a craving that the nerd in me had to get satisfied. Sahana of course did not understand how I wanted her to pose as she had not seen the Star Wars movies. So I and Anis had to painstakingly instruct her in the process. Finally we had what we wanted and she looked mighty fine, as her bottom dbangs fell away exposing her legs and peek of her panties were showing. Anis was playing the role of Jabba The Hutt by sitting on the sofa behind her with his legs splayed and a dirty grin on his face


I thought it was time to up the notch.

I then instructed her to go in front of him and bend down and have her left hand on his shoulder. I took few shots, one of them from behind him capturing a nice shot of her cleavage with her boobs trying to pop out.

For the next shot she did not bother with any instruction, before I could give any, she straddled him, looked at me and gave me and my camera a wink. I took pictures where she was swinging her hips over him as she hung over his crotch area. I then asked him to grab her waist and bring his face towards her. She froze and looked at me and I saw nothing but lust in her eyes and lips. He brought his face to her and mashed it against her bra cups; his nose was in her cleavage.
‘Anis, now, hold you face there and grab her ass with both hands,’ I instructed. I wanted to make these pictures as sexy as possible without crossing some kind of line.

I had her get up for the next shot and had her straddle his lap, this time with her back to him. I positioned my camera from the front, told her to spread her legs and have him hold her waist. The entirety of both of her legs was exposed. I asked her to give me few poses were it looked like she was giving him a lap dance. For brief moments while she moved, lap dance was probably what he was getting. She had her hands over her head roughing up her hair for a pose, and then she leaned forward gave us a cleavage shot and in that one Anis’s face was in the shot, I asked him to close his eyes so that it would indicate pleasure.

She then for the next shot, without any instruction sat on his lap with her sides to him, her legs stretched out on the sofa, arms around his neck, hanging on to him. The sides of her ass was showing this time, as his right hand grabbed her waist and his left hand held on to the top of her thighs. I took what became the last shot.

She then got up and announced it was end of the photo shoot and she needed to recompose herself. ‘Any longer I was on your lap, that thing would have poked a hole in your jeans,’ she said pointing at his crotch area and laughed. Anis immediately gasped and covered his crotch area with hands. ‘Don’t bother, it was jabbing me at my ass,’ she quipped. ‘And you look like was enjoying it as well,’ she said pointing at my erection, that created a half mast in my trousers. I laughed at it. ‘Ali,’ she then said, looking behind at Anis, ‘I will give Anis one your shorts for the night, or else he might make a mess in his jeans if he keeps putting up a tent all night,’ and laughed again. Maybe she was horny from the photo shoot and the alcohol, but I never heard her speak like this. Anis simply covered his face in embarrassment and yelped out ‘sorry.’ She then without wasting a moment went into our room and after a while came back out with a pair of my cotton shorts and handed it to him. Recently embarrassed out of wits he sheepishly looked at her, held the cotton shorts in front of his crotch and walked off to the guest room to change.
‘Honey,’ I told her when we became the only two in the living room, ‘you are really teasing him too much, have some mercy on him.’ I was simultaneously putting away my camera gear.

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‘Love, the photo shoot and the dirty poses were your idea…. Mostly at least,’ she replied, ‘but I do feel really sexy you know. I also want this birthday to be a birthday you remember. Just leave it to me and be rest assured you will have fun.’ I did not know what was in her mind. She then came towards me and gave me a kiss, ‘Ali,’ she whispered, ‘I felt his cock under my ass and it was so hard!’

‘Did you want to keep grinding it?’ I asked her.
She simply groaned and kissed me again. ‘Do we call it a night? I need that cock of yours,’ she told me.
‘No, not yet, night is still young,’ came out my reply. I truly wanted to see how far the night would go. And within seconds Anis came out wearing my cotton shorts.
I went inside to change into something comfortable and Sahana went to the bathroom to pee and freshenup herself.

After a while we both joined Anis in the living room and poured ourselves another round of vodka punch.

‘So what do we do now?’ I asked.
We all thought for a while and our of the blue Anis suggested, ‘don’t you think it is a bit odd that Sahana wearing a belly dancer costume is yet to dance for us? Isn’t dancing a bit obvious thing that is less?’
‘Hmm, you are right,’ I said.
‘So you guys want me to dance huh? Okay in return you boys will make breakfast for me. Deal? She asked.
Anis and I, in unison, shouted out, ‘DEAL,’

I put on some music on and waited for Sahana as she was fetching her dbang from our bedroom. She came out wearing her dbang like a face veil, giving her a more Arabic look. ‘So you boys ready?’ she said, as she slowly and seductively walked out to us. She wasn’t hesitant like she used to be about doing things like dancing and stuff. We simply had our jaws hitting the floor and that answered her question.

With the beat of the music, she started shaking her hips, her hips gyrating with the slow tempo. She did her usual twirls while still gyrating, the sides of her ass peeking out from the dress. I was hard and wanted to end it then and there and take her to my room and fuck her, but I too wanted to wait to see what could potentially happen. After a while she suddenly stopped and came towards us.
‘Anis,’ she called in a very sweet and seductive voice, ‘I can see that you are having some trouble,’ pointing at Anis’s crotch. An erection had formed tenting the cotton shorts he was wearing. He wasn’t wearing underwear inside it seemed. The weather was hot, I couldn’t blame him, even I went commando.
Upon getting exposed for his erection, Anis quickly covered himself with his hand, ‘Oh! Sorry, I did not realize. I am extremely sorry Sahana,’ he said, genuinely apologizing. The “smart aleck” Anis recently started getting tongue-tied when Sahana teased him.

‘Don’t apologise,’ I told him, assuring that it was not a problem, at least not from me.
‘Yes Anis, don’t apologise,’ Sahana said, bending down, showing him her cleavage, and lightly caressed his cheeks. ‘I know you have not been with Faria since she went off to Australia and I have been standing here, dancing like a slut. Actually, I am quite happy that you are liking the show,’ she said, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling his hands away from his tented crotch area and giggling at his hard shorts covered cock. ‘You know what, why don’t you start making yourself comfortable,’ she told him and opened her veil and laid the veil cloth over his tented crotch. ‘If you want to relieve yourself, under that cloth, be my guest.’
Anis started stammering, first looking at me and then at her, unsure what to say at her suggestion.
‘He does not mind,’ she said, pointing at me, ‘Ali, do you mind?’ I nodded and said no. ‘See,’ she said, ‘he does not mind.’

She then again went back to where she was and continued her dance. The music had picked up, her movements became more animated. She would on occasion grab her crotch or her bouncing tits, brushing her hands on the silky material of her bra-top and skirt.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Anis’s shorts were lowered down his thighs and under the covering he was masturbating, his hand going up and down.

She came up to Anis and started humping the air in front of her.

Such vulgar display from Anis’s encouraged Sahana to be even more daring; she now turned, held her hair with her arms on her head and “twerked”, shaking her ass with vigor in tempo with the music, her ass shaking in each thrust. ‘Anis,’ she called looking over her shoulders, ‘is this helping?’
‘Yes!’ he managed to groan.
‘Glad to be of service.’

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Are going to complete the story or just post it to the point the writer had written

My Dear ds

I am not a writer.

Just copying it here.

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She, as the song was nearing its end, came up to me and straddled my lap with her knees bent on the sofa, her entire legs exposed, grinding me, giving me what felt like an amazing lap dance. I took hold of her and started kissing her. We kissed and petted each other for a bit, before I realized Anis had his outstretched left hand grab her ass cheek and then rubbing that hand over her naked legs, while she was sat on me, his other hand still furiously wanking his cock off. He still looked like he was having trouble, as it was clear from his face.

After I broke the kiss to see what he was doing, Sahana got off from me, as Anis in swiftly retracted his hand, and went over to him, standing at an angle in front of him. She then asked, ‘you still having trouble?’
‘Yes I forgot to get the baby oil from the guest room,’ he managed to say, looking down, sheepishly.
‘So use spit,’ she quickly responded.
‘How?’ he asked, slightly taken aback.
‘Give me your hands dummy,’ she ordered and as he stretched his right hand out from under the covering, she held his wrists and spat a glob of saliva on to his right palm. ‘Now use that to lubricate that thing of yours, I thought you guys knew these already,’ she said in a teasing tone. We guys did know it, but maybe he was embarrassed to lube himself up with his spit right in the living room. His right slowly went back to the cover and started going up and down his cock. ‘Yeah, nice and easy,’ she said, as if instructing him, eyeing his hand movement. She now took his left hand, she was holding on to, and placed it over her ass cheek, whilst of course his other hand was now pulling at his cock under the cover with a rhythm. She was slightly swaying her ass at that rhythm as well. The music had already stopped.

My wife was now actively helping my friend masturbate, letting him grope her ass over the silk skirt and play with it, while he pleasured himself. It was a scene that I wouldn’t be able to explain, the feelings that went through me, the thrill of knowing my wife’s saliva was lubricating my friend’s cock, saliva that she gave to him. I knew how her warm saliva felt like when she gave me blowjobs. His left hand now had free access to her ass and in that moment thoughts kept running through my head. Will this become a regular thing amongst us? Her, helping him wank himself off, while she stared? His playing with her ass, even though it was over her clothes? Will she now on let him play with her ass like this all the time? What would be the next step from here? I didn’t know why he did not slip his hands inside her skirt to her naked ass, but if he did, I was certain she would not have stopped him.

I was half-mind to tell her to stop, something in me told me that as a husband I should not let my wife witness another man coming, to share something so intimate, but I wasn’t feeling it, maybe it was my horniness taking over me.

My wife looked back at me to see if I was witnessing all of this and found me pulling at my cock over my shorts. She gave me a smile and her stare went back to my friend’s activity. I saw Sahana’s left hand was in front of her, as she was giving her back to me, I did not know what she was doing with that hand. All I could guess was that she was touching herself over her clothes.

About a minute had passed that it went on for and all of a sudden his mouth widened, his grip on Sahana’s ass looked tightened and he groaned, ‘Ahh, I’m… ahhh!’ and came in to the chiffon dbang, immediately wetting it, as the cum seeped though the material. He threw his head back in to the sofa, withdrew his hand from her butt cheeks and slumped on to the sofa, panting, his hand still holding on to his cock it seemed. She bent down, gave him a kiss on his cheeks and whispered loud enough for me to hear, ‘goodbye and thanks for being here. Have a nice sleep and see you in the morning.’
She then picked me up from my seat and led me to our bedroom, almost dragging me and all I managed to say to Anis was ‘Thanks for such a wonderful gift my friend, see you in the morning.’
As soon as we were in the bedroom and we managed to close the door, she commanded, ‘FUCK ME NOW!’

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breville1

Shit!! What a pair!!

His left hand now had free access to her ass and in that moment thoughts kept running through my head. Will this become a regular thing amongst us? Her, helping him wank himself off, while she stared? Her playing with her ass, even though it was over her clothes? Will she now on let him play with her ass like this all the time? What would be the next step from here? I didn’t know why he did not slip his hands inside her skirt to her naked ass, but if he did, I was certain she would not have stopped him.

They're all so familiar with each other, and the old man, so blatant in their exhibitionism and arousal game, so wanton in their bedroom afterwards that the next step is ......clear for me!!!

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I woke up early next morning, remembering about last night, the amazing sex and after we finished asking her, ‘thanks for such a lovely evening, my love, but now, what next?’ She had helped my friend masturbate himself with her saliva while groping her. I was not sure what would come next. My ever growing fantasy of her doing harmless sexual stuff with other man was getting fanned and surprisingly I was not feeling jealous about any of this. I was not jealous of Anis, neither was I jealous of Subhas-kaka. The two characters, separate from each other, taking liberties with my wife. One thing I noticed was that Sahana treated both of them differently and the access they had to her was person specific, that is the access Anis was having Subhas-kaka might not have yet and vice versa. She engaged with them differently at their own speeds.

The question still hung over me: What next?

As the air conditioner was on the whole night, it was chilly in the morning, so I dbangd the white bed sheet over Sahana’s naked body, as she was still sleeping, and I got up. After freshening up, I went up to the guest room to find Anis had already woken up and was stretching in his boxers with no shirt on. ‘We need to make breakfast today,’ I reminded him of the deal last night. She dances and we make breakfast the next morning.

So we made breakfast: scotch eggs, oats and toast, and then it was time for us to wake Sahana up. I left Anis in the kitchen, for him to finish making the breakfast, and wake Sahana up. Luckily Sahana was already up; she was sitting on the bed with the cover covering upto her waist, as she was fiddling with her phone. When she saw me enter, she put down her mobile phone and gave me a smile. I went inside the cover myself and started making out with her. I always enjoyed early morning sexual activity. As I was kissing her and cupping her breasts, we heard a knock on our door. I quickly helped her cover herself and asked Anis to come in.
‘Hey, the breakfast is ready,’ he said as he came in.

‘Oh! Thank you,’ Sahana replied giving him a smile, ‘I see you guys are keeping to your promise.’ I saw that the sheet covered her breasts, but left her neck and upper chest area bare, as she held onto it. Also in the hurry of covering herself she had clumsily left her right leg bare as it stuck out of the sheet, as the sheet just covered her pubic region and left her right hips bare. As I was on her left, I was sure the sides of her ass on her right could be seen.
Anis came and sat on the dressing table tool beside the bed on her right and I was sure he could see the side of her ass and hip. ‘Making breakfast was part of the deal, so I’m glad I got to see you belly dance. That was an amazing experience last night,’ he told her, staring abashedly at her exposed hip and legs.

‘So which part did you like best? When I danced or when you got to “relieve yourself”?’ she teased him. When she used the phrase “relieve yourself”, she made a jerking off motion with her left hand, which caused Anis and I, both to laugh. She made no attempt to bring her right leg under the cover till now; she loved showing herself off.
‘I loved all of it, thanks by the way, for helping me,’ he told her, with a smile on his face. Then his face changed and he looked surprised as if he realized something, ‘okay, after all that has happened, why are you still shy of using words like masturbation or wanking-off or Jerking-off or maal-fela?’ he asked. “maal-fela” was a crude Bengali term for masturbation, maal was a slang for cum and fela meant “to drop”. I laughed.
‘Chi! You are so dirty, you take your… your… cock out and shake it to give yourself pleasure, and now embarrass me,’ she told him, making a mocking face at him and then at me. Then I felt her left hand , now under the cover, slid up my leg and caress my half-aroused cock over my boxers.

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‘You can say words like “cock”, but can’t say maal-fela, you are trying too hard to modest you sexy thing,’ he teased her and reached out his hand and slapped her exposed thigh, and kept his hand on her thigh.

‘Ouch!’ she yelped although I knew the slap was not hard, but as her right hand was holding the sheet cover over her body and her left hand now inside my boxers; she had no hands free to stop him. She made no move as he kept his hand on her thigh, very close to her pussy under the cover. She in the meantime took my cock out of my boxer and was slowly jerking me of. If Anis concentrated on her left hand under the cover, he could easily make out that she was jerking me off. ‘Okay, Okay, Anis, you win, I will use words like jerking off or maal-fela or cock or pussy. You happy?’ she said to him and made a face, what looked like from my view the classic tongue-out-between-the-lips mocking face. I was not sure Anis noticed her giving me a handjob under the cover.

‘There you go,’ he said to her, with his palm still on her thigh, rubbing it, ‘it’s no use being modest, Ms Blowjobber.’ He then looked at me and told me, ‘is she really that good in her blowjobs, Ali?’ When he looked at my face, he noticed my face was showing minor and subtle convulsions on my face due to me receiving a hand job, that too in front of my friend. He knew something was up and looked down at the sheets and saw movement and up to my face again, giving me a knowing smile. All I could do was grin at him. ‘Lucky bastard,’ he mouthed.
After a second, I answered him, ‘she is amazing.’
‘Does she swallow?’ he asked
Sahana gasped. I was a bit shocked at such direct question, but I made nothing of it as lot things unnatural and not proper have become natural and proper these days. So I nudged Sahana with my elbow. She became red in embarrassment and put her head down and nodded yes.

It looked like Anis had enough teasing her, he got up, sporting a boner in his boxers, and announced, ‘Sahana enough of lying in bed, we made breakfast, come on lets go.’
Sahana, who was embarrassed a moment ago giggle seeing his condition.
Upon realizing his cock was tenting his shorts, his hands swooped down and attempted to cover it. He was standing quite close to her bed now.
‘You don’t have to be shy, I have already seen the same condition yesterday,’ she teased him, having her revenge, and taking her left hand off my cock, she took it out of the cover and reached out, holding his arm and moving it away from his boxer-encased erection. ‘It’s so cute,’ she told him, ‘was it because of me?’ she teased him. It was sweet revenge on her part.
He had no reply.
‘Alright, I need to get up. Ali get me my robe and from the cupboard and Anis, get me my panties from over there,’ she said pointing at a pair of thong lying at the edge of the bed from last night.

I, with a hard on inside my boxers, sharing the embarrassment Anis was facing, went up to the cupboard to fetch her dark purple silk kimono robe, that she wears often at home, and handed it to her. She pulled the cover over her entire body, going under it and wore the robe and extended her hand out and asked Anis to hand over the g-string thong panty. Anis was fiddling with the thong till then, touching the material and inspecting it. The wet thong must have dried by now. Upon getting called to hand the thong over, he swiftly did. Sahana then took the thong from him, leapt out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, holding onto her loosely tied robe. ‘Shit! I forgot to pee,’ she squealed as she went inside the bathroom and closed the door.

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Anis and I waited for her for couple of minutes for her to get out, not saying anything to each other, just looking around in silence and noticed that both of our erections have subsided. I did not remember from when Anis started to wear simply his boxers, bare chested, and roam around, maybe it was last month, I did not remember. Sahana then came out, looking fresh having washed her face, her short robe tied at her waist. She went in between Anis and I to get to the dressing table to brush her hair. Anis then looked at me and met my eyes and gave me a wink. I knew he would try something, so I sat on the bed to see what would happen.


‘Sahana’ he called her and behind her, ‘you have been very naughty and teasing us since you woke up.’ Sahana gave him a surprised look through the mirror reflection. He held her and swiftly spun her around, holding her in a hugging position. She made few sounds of protests, but they weren’t forceful at all, rather playful it seemed. He then looked at me through the mirror reflection, I was sat on the bed and at an angle I could see the reflection of both of them on the mirror and he could see mine. “Ali,’ he asked me, ‘don’t you think Sahana deserves some punishment for teasing us merciless since morning and not even finishing your hand job in the morning?’He was rubbing his palm on her ass now.

‘Oh yes, she does,’ I immediately said, ‘she did not have the courtesy to even finish what she started. I think you should punish her.’ And a smile flickered on Anis’s face, as I had given him permission to “punish’ her. Sahana, on the other hand was facing me from around his shoulder, gave me a “you don’t dare” kind of look, with her teeth clenched and eyes squinted.
Anis then pulled up her robe up to her waist to reveal her ass to the mirror for me and him, and grabbed her naked ass in her thong. The thong was simply a string at the back with a very very small triangle where the string and the g-string waistband. As he was palming her naked ass I saw Sahana was looking at me and biting her lower lip. ‘You need to be punished you know,’ he told her, pawing her butt cheeks. One hand was holding her robe up to her waist and his other hand was enjoying her ass.

‘No Anis,’ she said to him in a sweet voice, ‘don’t punish me. I will finish the handjob I was giving to Ali when I get the chance.’ I did not know if she was playing coy or not. She was not making any attempt to escape. I was enthralled how her practically naked ass looked in the thong with Anis grazing it, groping it from time to time; there was no fat anywhere on her supple petite butt. If Anis really extended his palm he would be able to grab a butt cheek fully.
‘Oh no, you are not getting away that easy,’ he told her.
*SWAT!* he slapped her ass and ‘Ah!’ came her moans, of pleasure or Pain I did not know. Then again a *SWAT!* followed by a ‘ah!’ again from her. ‘It hurts,’ she sulked, trying to get sympathy.

Anis rubbed her ass where he had slapped, as if massaging her, ‘I did not even hit it that hard,’ he said, Anis took his hand to mouth, rubbed his fingers and palm against the tongue, and brought his hand back to her ass. ‘Tsk, tsk. Does this feel better now? Does it hurt like before?’ He asked, spreading the spit on her ass cheek, massaging it.
As Anis was palming her ass, she was involuntary bucking her hips. What I suspected was that she was trying to rub against his cock instinctively and the hand on her ass was feeling good, so her movement helped her ass push against his hand.

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I got up from my seat and went up to them, took her out of Anis’s arms and into my arms. Anis handed her over to me saying, ‘now you punish her Ali.’ I took her in and gave her a long kiss on the lips, while my hands held up her robe and was fondling her ass. Then *SWAT*, I slapped her bum. Anis followed suit and slapped the other butt cheek, *SWAT*.

‘You guys are so cruel,’ she told us, after breaking off the kiss and making a sulking face, pouting for the most part, and rubbed her ass where we had slapped. She then brought her left hand forward and grabbed my cock over my boxers, making me gasp. ‘Served you right,’ she said with a smirk on her face, ‘letting your friend punish your wife like this.’ In the while I discovered she extended her right hand backwards and grabbed Anis and brought him behind her, his front squashed against her back. I looked at the mirror and saw that his boxer covered erect cock was nestled against the crack of her ass. ‘Hmm,’ she moaned, ‘this deserves a picture. Ali could you get me my phone from the bed.’

I reached out on to the bed, grabbed her phone, went back to my previous position without our fronts against each other and handed her the phone. I was sort of glad that Anis till now had resisted sliding his cock over her ass crack. I probably would not have been able to resisist.
She then made me pull her naked leg up and hold it and made Anis hold onto her waist. Her one hand was around my neck and the other had a camera pointed at the mirror, in front of which we were standing. ‘This is such a nice sandwich, you men are like the bread and I am the inside filling,’ she laughed and then clicked a photo, a mirror selfie.

Her robe was still bunched up at her waist and if we men did not wear our boxers, the picture would have looked like we were fucking her, me from the front, Anis from the back. Did she have a threesome or DP fantasy? She never told me about it. Was this her way of safely fulfilling that fantasy? Or did she want to make the fantasy a reality? Our discussions never went to us involving another person into our bed. Maybe she was experimenting and that she was horny, that is all.

We automatically broke off the pose and we men circled around her to look at the picture. It was highly erotic, her getting squashed and sandwiched by us two men and erections pressing against her. From all the movement and commotion I noticed that Sahana’s robe-ties had loosened a bit and the in the front a gap opened from the top to the bottom and when she moved it showed a bit of side boobs and her thong panties. She made no attempt to re-tie herself of course. This was a new Sahana, she was beyond all these things now.

Today she had let my friend touch her ass, spread his spit on it, nest his cock against it, although covered by a thin layer of cloth, but none the less.

As Anis left for the kitchen, Sahana whispered to my ears, ‘he had his cock hard cock against my ass, I had to stop myself from grinding against it.’ She looked at my eyes and took my hand and put itagainst her thong covered pussy. ‘See how wet I am,’ she murmured as I slid the thong away and pushed my finger in her pussy, ‘when he was massaging my ass with a bit of spit in his hand, I was hoping he would slip his finger in my pussy, but thank god he didn’t. I am sorry; I am such a bad girl. Are you angry with me?’
I brought her hand to my turgid length, making her grip it. ‘Does this answer your question?’ I asked and she gave me a long kiss.
‘I am glad to have a husband, who understands and forgives such a slut wife like me,’ she said as she broke the kiss.

My brain was Screaming- WHAT NEXT?

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longindian_axe

WHAT NEXT!!!

Perhaps a nude dance for Anis and a naked massage from Kaka..
and gradually she may stop wearing clothes altogether in the presence of these two males..

and perhaps another holiday abroad (with lots of public nudity adventures) to open her up more..

whatever it would be, the writing style is fantastic..
waiting for more.. pls update soon..

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pcirma

Good Story.
Repped you.
But Continuation 15 is missing.
Post #119 is Continuation 14 and post #126 is Continuation 16.
Update 15 is missing, I think.
Please check.
Thanks, appreciated.

dhaka1989


Oh yeah 15 is missing, my bad, I probably numbered it wrong.

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breville1

Not long to go....husband is aroused seeing his wife doing erotic acts with his friend and is no longer capable of thinking, the only thinking is being done by his cock. Wife, clearly an exhibitionist of the highest order, can't believe what she is getting away with and is ready to fuck the friend and the kaku.

She knows it won't take much more to welcome the friend's cock into her hands/mouth/pussy/ass. She knows that the husband cannot resist her blatant moves.....he's already proved it by allowing her to get this far. She's made the moves and the husband just followed...his dick!

When you're so sexually aroused, there is no thinking involved. She clearly wants to fuck the friend, the kaka and anyone else they can take into their confidence (their whole building is already talking!). If they can get to this level of exposure and physical contact with an outsider, accept the inevitable......she is a slut and he is a cuckold. If they can handle the unintended consequences, may they have many more adventures and live happily ever after with their numerous partners!!

We, mere mortals, read Xossip, watch porn and masturbate, afraid of awakening the demons of our fantasies!! Damn!!

Onwards march!!!

I must say, you do write very well. Need to go and have a cold shower now!!

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Continuation 18

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We went off and had our breakfast with Sahana complementing the cooking and wished we, Anis and I, would keep making her breakfast and wake her up like this every day. We laughed of course and Anis quipped that if she entertains us like last night, he would be happy to comply.

As we were talking and eating, Sahana had accidently spilled some egg whites on her robe and it slit down and due to it being creamy, it settled on her exposed left inner side boob. Her robe was still loosely tied so there was lot of cleavage and side boobs showing. She feigned clumsiness and complained that it will spoil her favourite robe, all the while still not removing the egg white piece. Anis, surprising me with his forwardness, expressed solidarity with her concern and with his finger scooped the piece and egg white from her tit along with the cream. This was probably the first time he touched her tits, even though it was simply the sides. Sahana made no protest and let him do it, a simple task she could have done. Anis and I then took her to the sink and splashed water on her robe, pretending to clean it. Although Anis did not grab her tits, he sure did feel the upper side of her tits and inner exposed cleavage, as he splashed water and tried to clean her robe. He did throw me a sheepish look when he did them, as if trying to get approval for the things he was already doing. Touching her boobs was a new boundary. I expressed no concern. Sahana thanked us and we again went back to finishing our breakfast.

After the two and fro banter, Anis let us know that he had to go back home to start with packing away his belongings and giving things away. As it was the weekend he would come back on the evening and that we could watch a movie.

Sahana announced she was making the tea and got up. I put on some music and Despacito was playing on my phone and a portable JBL speakers and Sahana started dancing, as the water was put on the heat. Her robe still was loosely tied and as she was dancing it was opening up, giving us long peeks at her inner side boobs and her thong panties. Anis and I soon joined her and we started dancing. Soon Anis scooted to her back, dancing close. After a while, she pulled me in fornt of her, making her sandwiched like before in our bedroom, as we danced. This time she was grinding her ass against his cock and occasionally thrusting her pelvis on to my cock. With one hand she held my waist close and with the other she held onto the neck of Anis, behind her. I then slid her slid her robe up to her waist like last time and she did nothing to stop me, other than give me look of pure lust, trying to read what was on my mind.

Again my brain screamed- WHAT NEXT?

With her robe at her waist, contact between her ass and Anis’s boxer covered cock had become much better as with the rhythm Anis was now grinding at her ass and Sahana grinding back at him. It was not dry humping to be exact, but very close to it, as I knew his cock was well lodged at the valley between her ass cheeks, possibly sliding up and down and squeezed by her ass. I did not know how to process so much of this information, but my erect cock was making the decisions for me. Anis’s eyes were closed and it looked like he was in heaven, it looked like he was about to swoon from the pleasure. All of us followed the rhythm and beat of the song in our little sexual play.

Again my brain screamed – WHAT NEXT?

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All of a sudden Anis stopped grinding, his crotch pulled back, teeth clenched, he groaned an audible groan, pulled himself away from her grip at his neck, cupped his crotch and ran into the guest bedroom.


‘I think he came in his boxers, I felt it spasm’ Sahana told me, giggling.
‘You are killing him with your teasing you naughty girl,’ I told her, kissing her nose.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ she asked me with a wicked smile.
I again, like last time, took her hand and put it on my cock, now peeking out of my boxers from the waistband, ‘do you thing this,’ making her grip my cock, ‘wants you to stop,’ I told her. My other hand now moved her robe aside and was playing with her naked tits. I bent down and gave her nipples each a kiss.
She moaned as she like having her nipples played with. ‘You spoil me too much,’ she said, while stopping me from sucking on her nipples, ‘if you keep doing that, who will make the tea?’ She went down on her knees and said, ‘the water looked boiled, why don’t you finish making the tea while I finish what I had started in the morning.’ She then took my cock out of my boxers and started sucking the tip.

It felt strange, but highly arousing at the same time to get a blowjob in the living room, whilst a friend was in the other room, who could easily walk in and catch us in the act. The pleasure was so great that I did not have the will power to tell her to stop. We were in front of the stove and luckily everything that I need was in arms reach, so took the heat away from the pot and put tea leaves in, stiring the pot. But after a while, the sensation became so great that I closed my eyes, and guided her head on my cock, trying not to gag her. And after half a minute, as I could not hold it any longer, I groaned like a bear and came in to her mouth, which it felt that she happily took as she made no resistance and kept her mouth closed on my tip, sucking it in.

As I recovered, I opened my eyes and saw that Anis was standing in the doorway, wearing his jeans trouser, smiling at me. Sahana, on her knees, had her back towards him and her head covered my crotch area. So I was sure he didn’t see the action or her open tits or my cock, I think, but it was clear day what had happened. I nudged Sahana on the shoulders, ‘Anis is here,’ I said.
‘Oh,’ she said, swallowing the load, looked back at him for a second and turned back with a read face, pulled my boxers over my cock, pulled her robe in to cover her tits, and got up.
‘So, you finished what you owed my friend in the morning, Ms Blowjobber? Good, good,’ Anis commented as he came in and took out fresh cups from the cupboard. Sahana and I had forgotten that the tea was already done.
Sahana had a guilty look on her face, as she smiled, getting caught red handed. I tried to act as if it was no big deal, a husband getting a blowjob from his wife should be a normal thing. I was actually proud my wife gave a fantastic blowjob.

Anis finished making tea and served it to us as Sahana said nothing, she was still embarrassed. ‘Sahana I think the tea washed everything down well, didn’t it?’ He joked. Her face again turned red. To further her embarrassment, Anis pointed out, ‘Sahana, there is something stuck to your chin.’
Sahana put her cup down and traced her finger on her chin to discover that it was a glob of my cum that was stuck to her face. She then did the unthinkable; she got up from her chair and went close to Anis. ‘Hmm, you are trying your luck too much,’ she said and then putting the finger in front of her lips, ‘this looks like a gift Ali gave me,’ in a sultry seductive voice and with his full attention put that finger in her mouth and sucked that glob in, rubbing the finger on her lips. She then quickly without any warning, bent down and gave Anis a quick peck on his lips, before he could block her move.
‘EWW!’ he screamed, realizing what had happened, bolted past her to the sink and started rinsing his lips in the tap water.

My cum-guzzler, Sahana, on the other hand was audibly laughing as she had exacted her revenge on him for teasing her.

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After Anis left to return in the evening, Sahana asked Subhas to come help her for her in the weekend chore. I got to know as that she would pay him a fixed amount of money per week to help her with the chores like grocery shopping, cleaning, washing etc. Sahana’s massages that she received, I found out did not get a mention.

She changed her robe and wore twill hot pants and a loose threadbare tank top or wife beater with “love me” written over the chest, given that the day was really hot, it was a sensible decision. I wished she had worn a skirt, so that there would be a repeat of last time with Subhas-kaka massaging her panty covered ass. But as a consolation her hot pants were really short and the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out with movement. The neck and arm holes of her top was larger than usual, so if she bent down there was a possibility of most of her tits showing, if not the nipples.

Subhas-kaka arrived and they spoke for a while regarding what work was to be done. I was sure there was to be a massage session afterwards, but I was disappointed she did not wear a skirt. They finished their chores. Subhas dusted the sofas and sweeped the floor, while Sahana cleaned the shelves and cleaned the kitchen. I too helped by washing the dishes.

We then assembled back to the living room, and Sahana was explaining what needed to be done sometime this week about the curtains. At one point in their conversation, I noticed Subhas was staring at her chest, squinting his eyes, trying to read what was written on her top. I did not know if Subhas knew how to read English, so it could have been a ploy to stare at her tits with the nipples poking at the material of the top. Sahana immediately looked down to see what he was looking at.
Noticing Sahana’s gaze on her own breasts, Subhas moved his graze to the ground. A smirk played across her lips and she asked, ‘what were you looking at, this?’ stretching her top to show him the letters, as a result the material was stretched over her tits.

He looked up again, his eyes squinting again, ‘EL… O…’ he said, ‘I can’t read further Didi, what does it say,’ he said staring at her chest and the top now plastered over her shapely breasts.
‘EL – O – VEE – EE, EM – EE’ she spelt it out, ‘LOVE ME, It says ‘love me’ in English.’
‘Didi, you are so beautiful, even dead man will come back alive if you stood in front of them,’ he said, ‘so people will love you none the less, even though they can’t read it, like an uneducated person like me.’ He made a sad face while referring to his illiteracy. It would be of no surprise if he was in love with her, as all men were.
She blushed, as he called her beautiful and mentioned people would love her, but then felt sad as Subhas called himself ‘uneducated’. She went towards him and and putting her arm around his shoulder, ‘don’t worry, I do not care that you cannot read,’ consoling him.
Subhas, enamored by such intimacy, smiled at her.
‘So, are you truly saying dead people will rise seeing me?’ she asked, curious.

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He laughed, ‘Didi, why not? Look at how you are looking now, and seeing those long legs,’ he said, bending down at an angle and touching her legs with his hand, caressing it up and down, ‘any dead man will rise.’ He was bold in his attitude now. He had already touched her butt on massages, so casually touching her legs would not be a problem, I thought.

Sahana laughed, ‘only legs?’ she asked, teasing him, her eyes playing with mischief.
‘Didi I feel shy to say,’ he told her, looking down this time.
‘Don’t feel shy, I told you, I am like you elder sister, you can tell me anything,’ she told the fifty year old man.
Finally Subhas-kaka plucked up the courage, ‘Didi, I do not know about those, your mangoes,’ said he, as he pointed at her tits, and immediately made her turn around and with his right hand grabbed her ass cheek, ‘but this, your apples Didi, this can surely wake up the dead,’ he said with a devilish grin.

‘Really?’ My wife asked him, acting coy. She then gave few glances at me, turning her head back, to see how I was seeing all this from my sofa, trying to read my expression, throwing me a momentary smile.
‘Yes, Didi, I do not lie,’ he replied, giving her ass a squeeze. His front and her back was towards me, so nothing escaped my eye. Surprisingly, he did not have the hesitation he once used to have because of my presence. He just couldn’t let go of the fruit based euphemisms he used to use like apples and mangoes.
‘Chii!’ she said, and gave him a playful shove, saying, ‘you naughty man,’ blushed, and walked away towards me with what look like an extra swing in her steps. She then sat beside me, making a sulking face and complained, ‘Ali, see, Subhas-kaka is being naughty, and he is saying dirty things and touched my ass like that.’ Subhas-kaka now had an embarrassed and guilty look on his face as he didn’t think she would actually complain to me. The look on his face told me that he thought he had gone too far. But I knew Sahana all too well; her getting upset was just acting. His face looked deflated, as if all blood had left it.

Before he could open his mouth and apologise, I signaled him to stop. ‘Sahana,’ I told her, ‘you had forced Subhas-kaka to say those things and he honestly said it, he didn’t lie, he is a man after all, so he knows what looks good on you.’ I had sincerity in my voice. ‘And he already touched your ass during massage sessions, so what is the harm?’
She laughed out loud, ‘Idiot, I was expecting you to act as if you were angry at what he did. Agh! You gave it away. I wanted to have a bit of fun with him and scare him, but you gave it away. Idiot!’
‘So you did not mind he groped you like that?’ I asked as I pulled her onto my lap. I knew that she did not mind, I just was playing dumb.
‘No, I just wanted to mess with him. See that look on his face. Of course I was not mad,’ she answered. Subhas suddenly looked relieved.
‘Now you must apologise to him. Look at his face moments ago looked like all his blood had gone,’ I said, trying to suppress a laughter.

‘Oh I am so sorry Subhas-kaka,’ she said to him, trying to gain sympathy. She was still sat on my lap. ‘It’s just that it’s fun to mess with you.’
‘Didi, you are cruel,’ Subhas-kaka told her, ‘here, I thought you were mad and I really hated myself for it.’ His relieved demeanor changed, he looked sad and taken advantage of. ‘Didi, I come to you whenever you want, do the things for you, massage you. Even I started to wear underwear, see,’ he said as he pulled the underwear elastic from over the lungi and yanked at it, ‘I do not like to wear underwear ever because I am not comfortable with it, but even in this hot summer I am wearing it, because when I am near you, massaging you, it creates “problems”. But I do it for you, so that you do not become uncomfortable.’ I knew what problems he was having. I actually felt sorry for him.
Sahana immediately got up and said, ‘then you must remove your underwear and be comfortable. I do not want you to be uncomfortable and I not joking, so just go to the bathroom and romove it.’ She then went towards him, took his hand and led him to the living room toilet.

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‘Didi… its okay… it is not…’ he tried to speak.

‘Oh Subhas-kaka,’ she cut him off, ‘it’s not a problem I want you to be comfortable. Just do it okay,’ and pushed him into the toilet and shut the door.

After a moment he came out, like a shy embarrassed kid, he strolled into the living room.

‘Did you remove the underwear?’ she asked him sternly. She was sat on my lap, he sides were to my front, and legs extended out across me.
‘Yes, Didi,’ he obediently replied and showed her the briefs he had in his hand.
‘Good from now on you do not need to wear underwear for me. Okay?’
‘Yes, Didi’ he nodded.
‘Good. Now where were we? Ah yes. So I am sorry to be making fun of you back then, sorry if I hurt you, but it was for fun,’ She smiled as she spoke to him.
‘But still Didi, I was really scared, but thank god Ali-bhai did not mind,’ he said, trying his luck to sympathize with him.
‘Oh! Okay I am sorry, now what can I do to make up for it?’ She asked, ‘you want extra reward, like last time?’ A grin played across his face.

Subhas’s face lit up at that suggestion. He looked as if he did not know what to think. ‘No not dancing,’ he bravely remarked. He was now playing her game. ‘Ali-bhai, what can I ask from Didi?’
He threw the ball at my court, he probably wanted me to make the decision and be safe and he knew he had an ally in me. ‘Hmm…’ I thought out loud, and then the idea hit me. I said, ‘okay, just go and bring your phone here.’
‘Okay, Ali-bhai,’ he replied and hurried out of the flat.

‘What are you planning you wicked man?’ Sahana asked me, still sitting on my lap.
‘Just wait and see, my love, just wait and see,’ I told her with a wide grin.
In return she gave me a inquisitive look, trying to read my thoughts. We then spent the time making out with each other, waiting for Subhas to return.

After about five minutes, he returned and gave me his phone. As I had remembered since I last saw it, it was a cheap and old camera phone with an about 4-5 mpg camera. It had a small colour display screen with separate data slot and charger slot. I asked Subhas, ‘Kaka, do you use this slot?’
‘No Ali-bhai, I don’t even know what that is, I have no use for that,’ he said.
‘Oh okay,’ I replied. Then I went to the kitchen and with tongs broke the pins in the data slot and I returned, not telling them what I had done, as Subhas-kaka had said he didn’t even know what that slot was for, he wasn’t going to miss it. I had to take precaution. “Okay, Kaka,’ I said to him, ‘as for the compensation you will get from Sahana is that Sahana and I will let you take pictures of her in your mobile phone so that you can see them in your leisure time and it’s her punishment for having fun at your expense.’ Subhas-kaka said nothing.
Sahana immediately protested, ‘how can I let him do that? She asked.
‘Sahana , trust me,’ I reasoned, ‘it will be alright, so that this poor man can have a sovenior, pictures of a woman he thinks looks like a Bollywood actress.’

She then came near me and whispered to my ears, trying to be discreet and not let Subhas-kaka hear, ‘what if other people see the pictures or transfer it?’ I had a feeling she found the idea interesting and wanted to do it, but just wanted to cover all the bases.
‘I broke the data port, so he won’t be able to at least share it electronically,’ I whispered back to her, assuring her. She gave me a naughty smile as a result. What kind of a husband I was I did not know. I was willing to give picture of my wife in sexy clothes to another man, who would, I was more than certain, fantasize about it. I just was not sure if he would show it to others or not. But it was so exciting that I was willing to take the risk.
‘So Subhas-kaka, how is that for a compensation?’ I asked.
He gave me and Sahana, both, a smile and nodded.

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For the first picture I made Sahana stand by the window, dusting, wiping a photograph frame. The picture was taken at an angle to her front and it showed her head to her knees, with bare thighs below her hotpants. She was looking down at the photograph in the picture frame as I wanted to make it seem that the click look like it had been taken without her knowledge.

For the second shot I took was having her stand in front of the sofa, hands at her waist with a dusting brush, her back to the camera. In the shot I kept her ass in focus and showed most of her legs till her ankles. Although the ass cheeks were not peeking out of the hotpants, yet her hot pants encased the ass beautifully.

For a third shot, which I thought was a bit too risqué, but Sahana insisted we take it as it would be fun. ‘Just take a picture from the back while I am bending down to brush the sofa,’ she told me. And when I glanced towards Subhas, who was silent spectator to what Sahana and I was doing, couldn’t help but beam at us. He was going to love this. So with her bent, with her legs straight, hot pants riding up to have the bottom curve of her butt-cheek stick out. I clicked the picture.

We then gathered around to see the results and saw that the pictures came out well even in such a grainy screen and subhas smiled, as he took the mobile phone back and saw the pictures again. The relationship between us and him had taken a different course, there was pretention anymore, it would take someone with some basic level of intelligence to figure out that she and I was allowing him to perv on her. I saw Subhas flip through the three pictures on his phone with a smile on his face and then noticed that his cock lurched a bit.
‘Kaka, you are smiling and looking at the picture when the real specimen is in front of you,’ I joked with him.
He looked like he had been caught off guard; he flashed me a shy smile, ‘Just seeing Ali-bhai, how your pictures turned out, to see what I would get to look later.’

Sahana who was now close to him, looked over his shoulders to see what he as looking at, ‘Subhas-kaka it looks like you like to look at ass of women, are you a pervert for the ass?’ she teased him with a saucy tone.
Subhas froze and put his phone down, ‘Didi, I am not like that…’
‘Oho! you are always serious,’ she said, laughing, giving him a playful shove. My wife had sure gotten used to playful shoves and light banter with the servant.
‘Didi, you are again making fun,’ he cried.
Sahana now gave him a hug, ‘Oh, I am so sorry, Kaka, I can’t help it,’ she told him, her tits crushing his upper chest near his neck, as he was shorter, his face stuck to her neck. She then gave him a light peck in his cheek. ‘You okay now?’ she asked.

They broke their hug and he looked like he was more than okay, he was in seventh heaven, his eyes were closed. ‘Hmm Didi,’ was all he said. I noticed that his lungi suddenly came alive and his cock surged for a second or so, after which he started breathing hard and his lungi stopped moving. This man I thought had great control.
I knew Sahana had noticed his lungi coming alive, but chose to ignore it, ‘okay, come on now let’s start the massage session,’ she said, bringing Subhas out of a trance.
‘Yes, yes Didi,’ he replied, going across the room to bring the mat and then laying it on the floor in front of the sofa where I was sat. Subhas-kaka looked like he was thinking something. ‘Didi,’ he finally said, ‘today let me give you a special massage.’
‘What special massage?’ she asked, while laying face down onto the mat.
‘Just wait,’ he said.


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