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Inevitable slide down the slippery slope.... to cuckoldism/threesome for him and planned/controlled adultery/sluttism for her with Anis and Subhas (a close friend and the old worker).

But the writer is drawing it out slowly and raising the tension to fever pitch....hate him but love him!!

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‘What special massage?’ she asked, while laying face down onto the mat.
‘Just wait,’ he said.

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He then went straight into the kitchen and brought a bowl with him. ‘Ali-bhai, Didi, this is olive oil, you can mix coconut oil if you want, but this is good for massage, I have learnt oil technique, so when I rub it on you, Didi, it will be good for skin.’
‘But, won’t it spoil her clothes?’ I asked, without even thinking.
‘Hmm,’ he said, ‘well I have not thought about it, I always do it on males, so they would have their shirt off.
Before I could suggest some devious, Sahana spoke up from the mat, ‘Kaka first apply it from my lower back and anyways this tank top is old, I don’t care if it stains,’ while pulling her tank top till her mid back. I hoping for something more racy, but it worked for now.

Subhas-kaka without any complaints got down to his work; he rinsed his hands in oil and poured it on her back, rubbing it in. The massage was similar to what she was used to receiving; just that oil has been entered into the equation. As he worked his way upwards he pushed his hands inside her top and massaged her upper back, pushing the top further up the back. Her under side of her side boob were peeking out. Then he rubbed her sides as well and I was sure he came in contact with her side boob as well. But they seemed to show no signs of it. Sahana was quiet, her eyes closed, enjoying her massage. After he was done with her neck, hands and shoulders, the top still bunched up in her upper back, she automatically turned around.

After she turned around, her top covered only her tits. That too the bottom edges of her tits were peeking under the top and as the tank top was loose and had a large neck, there was ample cleavage that was out there. Sahana had her eyes closed, so it was possible she hadn’t noticed, but Subhas-kaka showed no indication that something was new, he acted as if he had seen all these previously. I was wondering from where he was could he see the imprints of her areola from under her threadbare top. He spread the oil on her stomach and rubbed it till the underside of her tits, covering all the places that were exposed. He showed no hesitation and knew that we, Sahana and I did not mind. He was careful enough to not go under the top, as he rubbed the oil on her neck and under rubbing closely against her cleavage, not venturing downwards. As he was tracing the edges of her breasts and his fingers lightly brushing her cleavage while he was massaging under the neck, Sahana’s eyes opened and she turned her head and looked at me for a few second and upon seeing a smile on my face, she closed her eyes and continued to enjoy the massage. Subhas-kaka was already sporting a hard on under his lungi, but he seemed too busy to take notice of his own condition. He then worked on her legs, starting from her toes and worked up to her thighs, shaking them and rubbing really close to her sex, but careful not to go under her hot pants. As I mentioned earlier, I like the fact that Subhas had excellent control always knew his boundaries. Till now, he did not do anything that made me or Sahana uncomfortable.

After the legs were done, Sahana picked her head up, noticed her top being bunched up so high, straightened her top, signaled him to stop and turned around. It was time to do her behind, legs and butt, I thought. He got straight to work and worked up her legs from her feet to her thighs, rubbing the oil in. She was groaning in appreciation as he rubbed her legs with some passion. There was a particular sheen on the skin of entire body due to the oil.
Subhas-kaka now made it to the edges of her hotpants and soon hesitation took over if he would force his hands inside or have his oily hands over the hot pants. ‘Didi,’ he said, ‘the oil might mess you shorts, I think oil massage should stop here.’

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To relieve him from such dilemma, ‘no, no need to stop,’ Sahana said, lifting herself from the mat and standing up, ‘let me get rid of this,’ and she removed her short from and stepped out of them. She was facing away from us, so I did not know what her face looked like then. She was now clad and in her threadbare tank top and a pair of red hipster panties with a lacy waist. It was one of her sexier underwear, although a less than half of her butt cheeks were only exposed. Subhas-kaka’s jaw was on the floor and there was no indication that his raging length was going to go down anytime soon.


She casually laid down on her for him to resume the massage. I cheekily told Subhas, ‘Kaka, make sure you massage her ass well, she like the ass massage,’ and laughed. Subhas looked at me and gave a smirk. He must have been thinking what kind of a dirty husband I was. I did not care.
‘Uff! I married a pervert,’ Sahana said, sounding annoyed, in response to my comment to Subhas. She picked her head up, looked at me, contracted her eyes, and threw the pair of hot pants, which was lying on the floor beside her head, at me with incredible strength. Luckily I caught it bfore it hit my face. She threw me a wry smile and laid her head back again on the mat and closed her eyes.

He continued his massage where he left off. Although he had massaged her ass over her panties before, but unlike last time, these panties where sexier. Sahana after a while started moaning from the treatment she was receiving, as he spread the oil on her butt, her panties getting soaked. Subhas then did something he had not done before, he pushed at her inner thighs, and spread her legs, and then kneeled down on inside the open space between her legs. Sahana lifted her head for a couple of seconds as he was making the changes, then finding no reason to stop him, she let him spread her. He meticulously massaged her inner thighs right up to her panty crotch, where I presumed was already wet. I also noticed that she had pushed her ass up slightly above ground to give him better access.

I was at awe at what my wife was doing, how she was giving access to this man, whose station was beneath her’s. He was directly in fornt of her sex, her ass, as he, with both hands, was rubbing her ass cheeks, and she had her butt slightly lifted, somewhat moving with the rhythm of the massage, clenching her butt every now and then. Subhas’s cock was still hard and it seemed he had not paid attention to his condition the whole time and was doing his duty to Sahana with diligence. Suddenly, she told him that she was massaged anough for today and asked him to stop, which he obediently did. She then got up and seductively walked towards me, bent down at her hips and gave me a kiss. She was still wearing her panties with no bottoms. Her skin I had noticed when she was walking towards me that it was glowing in the daylight and the oily sheen made her look like those glamour models in men’s magazines.
‘Please hand me my shorts now,’ she requested after she broke the kiss. Public display of affection in front of Subhas was kind of new as well. Her ass was directly at him, who was simply staring at her.
I played coy, ‘you don’t need them. He has already seen you in panties, what difference does it make?’ I asked her, whispering for her to hear only, as she straightened herself and gave me a crucifying look and shook her head sideways.
‘Your call,’ she said, looking back at Subhas to find him staring at her ass and then back at me, giving me smirk and plopped down on the couch beside me.

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She continued the conversation she was having with Subhas-kaka about the curtains. There was nervousness in her eyes I saw, unsure how to carry on this situation with her so minimally dressed. Initially, she had her feet folded under her on the couch, but after a while she brought it out from under and she sat straight on the couch with her feet flat on the ground, knees together. Then as the dull conversation went from curtains to bringing the dry cleaning from the laundry, she spread her legs casually and then shutting them again slowly, repeating it. This was done in such a grace that it almost seemed natural, every time she opened it stayed that way longer than last time. I was sure Subhas was getting a glimpse of her panty covered sex and even though, he was trying not to stare, he was getting a fair share of an eyeful of the treasure between her legs, although I knew he had seen a lot of it when he was massaging her with her legs spread.


I was waiting for Subhas to leave so that I could pounce on my wife and ravage her, but it seemed my wife was uselessly elongating my wait by keeping him around, teasing him and in turn making me suffer with a stiff one in my pants.

As their conversation died down, she got up and stretched with her back to him, her hands over her head, her skin glittering in the sunlight that was pouring in from the window. She then pulled the bottom of her tank top and stretched it over her tits, making the upper portion and cleavage more prominent, looking straight at me while doing it, teasing me. ‘The oil feels great; don’t you think it looks good on me?’ she said to me, taking my hand and putting it on her thigh. I nodded, grabbing her inner thigh and pushing my hand up till the top portion of my finger lightly brushed against her crotch. Her panty was soaked. From oil or her juice, I did not know. Her camel profoundly showed too.

She then turned around and walked towards Subhas. Subhas, from where I could see, was now staring at her tits, cleavage and portion of tits that was out. She was then stood at an angle, which allowed me to see her front. She then asked for his hand and he gave it to her, and she said, ‘doesn’t the oil feel great Subhas-kaka?’ while she took his hand and kept it on her inner awfully close to her pussy. If his hand travelled upwards by an inch or two, he would have had his fingers brush against her panty covered pussy. She had her eye on me, giving me a wry smile, as she pushed his hands up and down her thigh. The funny thing was that as his hands were oily and her thighs were oily, his hands would slip downwards, when she let go off his hand. He did not need to feel her as he was the one who massaged the oil on her. I knew she was just doing it to tease me and I guessed Subhas knew it too, he must have, it was clear as day. I didn’t know what Subhas thought of the kind of relationship I had with my wife. He must have thought about it. He must have thought that I liked showing her off in a very sexual manner, liked her to be touched and teased. It was sight that I would not forget, with her standing with her legs spread at an angle, very close to him, his eyes on the level of her panty covered pussy. I was certain he had not missed the camel toe that had formed, that she was showing off.

‘Subhas-kaka,’ she said all of a sudden, ‘do you think, I am a bad person?’ Her line of questioning took both me and Subhas by surprise.
‘Why Didi?’ he asked, ‘why would you say such a thing?’ his hand still holding her thigh, close to her sex.
‘No, it’s just that it is very hot these days, so I like to dress freely. Do you think badly of me, now that I am standing here, with a loose top and panties?’ she asked directly.
Subhas looked somewhat shocked, he took his hand away, ‘how can you think like this Didi? Of course not, I do not think badly of you, you have been very kind towards me, shown me affection. I can never think badly of you,’ he said with utmost sincerity.
‘Never?’ she asked. Now her tone was different, it was playful.
‘Never Didi,’ he instantly replied, ‘never… Plus this is your home; you can do whatever you like in here and wear whatever you want.’ I never knew Subhas-kaka, being an uneducated man, a man of the servant class, would be so understanding.

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Then Sahana again took his hand and tried pulling him to his feet, ‘come on Subhas-kaka, stand up, you deserve a hug for being so sweet,’ she said, but there was resistance from his end.

‘Didi… sorry… I can’t stand up now,’ he said whilst sitting, resisting the arm pulls, with a sheepish look on his face.
‘Why? What Happened?’ Sahana immediately questioned him, her hand still holding onto his.
‘Didi, nothing… it’s just…’
‘”It’s just” what? Are you having a problem,’ she asked, slightly annoyed. Her facial expression few seconds ago was playful and loving.
‘Yes Didi… No Didi… Didi… Didi…’ His other hand was strangely on his lungi, near the crotch area; his palm was pushing something down.

Although she had a more loving and physically intimate and friendly relation with him, she was still her employer and when he would do cleaning around the house and did her chores, she would order him around and give him commands. So she just commanded, ‘What “yes Didi”, “no Didi”? Be clear. Now get up, let me see,” and yanked him off the floor in one go. Because of the master-servant relationship, she had the habit of ordering him around.
‘Didi!’ he yelped, as he lifted off the floor, his hand still cupping his private.
‘Move your hand!’ She ordered. Her face looked serious.
‘Please don’t make me do this Didi…’His eyes pleaded.
‘Uff! Just remove the hand,’ she said and she grabbed his wrist and with force and pulled and moved it from his crotch area.

Within a second, Subhas was left there standing with a huge erection tenting his Lungi, his head hung in shame. There was no hiding anymore.

‘Subhas-kaka,’ Sahana asked, ‘why is your lungi like that? What happened?’ She still had that serious look on her face.
‘Didi…. This is…’
‘I know what that is, I am asking why it is like that? Is it because of me? Do you see me in that way?’ She asked a series of questions. I did not know why she was acting like this. It was natural for men to get erections in presence of such a beautiful and sexy women like her. She had no problem with Anis’s erection last night and today morning. Subhas was a man too.

Subhas started crying like a child, tears rolling down his face embarrassed and ashamed. ‘Sorry Didi, I might talk too much, but I never tried looking at woman in the bad way,’ he said between trying to wipe tears from his eyes, ‘[sniff] I am a poor man. I have not been with a woman since [Sniff] my wife has died twenty years ago. So when you walk around wearing clothes like that, make me massage you in very close and intimate way, it is hard for me to control. [Sniff] I am man and when such a beautiful woman like you appear, it happens naturally. I even started wearing underwear which I never used to wear before because it made me uncomfortable, but today you asked me to take it off [sniff]. I swear by god that I try to not think like that way about you.’ I felt sorry for him, his struggle was real. He had to endure servicing such a hot and luscious woman like Sahana, but showed great restrain. Plus on top of that he was a widower for twenty years and that was a long time to not be with woman. His tears still flowed. Surprisingly his erection did not go away.

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Then I noticed a sudden change in Sahana’s expression. Her loving and smiling face came back and her jaw softened. ‘Uff! Idiot’ she said with a smile, ‘I am not angry. Do you think me a person like that? I was just trying to make you uncomfortable and make fun of you. Uff! You started crying like baby.’ She then gave him a hug and gave a peck on his wet cheeks. She must have felt his cock poking her while they hugged. Then as the disengaged, she looked at him and ruffled his hair. ‘I know this is natural for you men, I was just kidding,’ she said, ‘I kind of like it that I can have this kind of effect on such an old man like you,’ in a tongue-in-cheek manner, joking with him. He now looked relieved and gave her a smile. ‘So,’ she continued, pointing at his enlarged cock in his lungi, ‘if your… your … you know… becoming “big” like this… you don’t need to hide it and become uncomfortable, I don’t mind.’ She then looked at me, ‘you don’t mind either do you?’ she asked me.


‘No, I don’t mind,’ I said, getting up and standing, ‘see, even I have “one” right now,’ pointing at my erect cock poking my shorts, making a tent. ‘But, the thing is Sahana, why are you still afraid to call the male instrument by its name?’
‘Uff!’ She said, looking daggers at me, but I know there was lust behind all of it, I knew her too well. She then marched towards me, grabbed my erect cock over my shorts.
I jerked from the sudden grab, ‘whoa, whoa,’
‘Okay Ali, what I am holding is a bara(cock), nunu(penis), lathi(stick). Okay?’ she said, still grabbing onto my cock, with Subhas-kaka staring at us with his jaw on the floor and his cock still tenting his lungi.

She then pulled at my cock and led me by my cock towards Subhas-kaka, gave him a half-hug and a peck on the cheeks, ‘thank you for being so understanding, Subhas-kaka,’ she said, ‘I will take a shower, in the meanwhile, finish washing the clothes,’ she said, while her left hand was still holding my cock. She then led me to the bedroom with a stunned Subhas-kaka, his fat-cock still erect, standing in the living room in amazement.

We had crossed a definite line here with Subhas. I don’t know if we can feign innocence anymore.

After we got the bedroom and shut the door, she threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. She fished my cock out of my shorts and started playing with it, rubbing it against her entrance. ‘Are you mad? Have I become too slutty?’ She asked, her lips pouting.
I pointed at the erect cock she had in her hand. ‘Does this look like I am mad?’ I shot back. ‘I love the slutty you,’ I said, pulling her top over her head and taking one of her nipple in my mouth.
She flicked a smile at me. ‘Did you see how big his cock was?’ she asked me, moaning, as my I moved my crotch area and cock was stabbing her panty crotch. ‘Oh my god, I felt it poking my stomach as I hugged him. Oh god...’ she moaned.

I needed release as did she, so I picked her up and threw her on the bed beside me and got between her legs. ‘You slut! You already felt Anis’s cock on your ass in the morning. How did that feel?’ I asked, while pulling her panty down her legs and threw it across the room, then positing my cock and pushing it into her pussy.
‘Oh Anis... Ahh... His cock... Ahh... was sliding along my ass crack... As if he was fucking my ass crack... I felt it...,’ she moaned as I was fucking her now. She was already very wet, bathing my cock.
I gave her a kiss. ‘He was... dry humping... you... that lucky bastard...’ said I, still hammering at her.
After a while, I got off her and consequently she got to her knees and held my cock, ‘you are the luckiest, you get this,’ and took my cock in her mouth.

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‘Aah,’ I yelped from the touch of her warm mouth, ‘Faria... does not suck him. So yeah I am the luckiest.’

She took her mouth off my cock, ‘that is sad,’ she said, and got back to sucking my cock.
‘It must really suck,’ I said in English in tongue-in-cheek, producing a giggle from her end, making her gag a bit on my cock. ‘I can’t imagine never getting a blowjob, especially from these lovely lips of yours,’ I thought out loud.
She simply made “hmm” sounds and looked up with my cock still inside her mouth, with a lust filled gaze in her eyes. To tell the truth it was always special to get a blowjob while she made eye contact.

After a while, she laid down on the bed and guided my head to her nether regions, my mouth and tongue exploring her pussy. After she yelled from getting an orgasm, I rolled her and entered her from behind. The oil was making it harder for me to grab onto her and had actually made the bed a bit messy, but I did not care. As we were both excited to our max, we came hard and fast.

We then got up and showered together, saving both water and time.

Sahana was taking her time to dry her hair and dress herself, so I wore shorts and threw on a T-shirt and made my way to the living room and started watching the TV. Subhas-kaka who had finished putting the clothes on the clothing line in the veranda, came and joined me and sat on the floor by the sofa. I was watching the news; a fire had broken out on a building in the North of Dhaka, near Uttara.
After a while, Sahana got out. Her hair was slightly wet still. She wore a Tank-top without a bra underneath and panties that was similar to what she was wearing in the morning. I was expecting for her to put on some trousers, shorts or skirts. I noticed an open mouthed Subhas on the floor. Even I was surprised.

She sat down beside me, ‘oh what are you guys staring at?’ she asked. Subhas said nothing.
‘Wearing panties now? Don’t get me wrong you look hot, but…’ I said.
‘Uf f! It’s hot and Subhas-kaka has already seen me in panties, so I thought what the hell, he doesn’t mind, I don’t think you mind either,’ she said and looked at me, giving me a sly smile. She was right I did not mind. She had already shown him and let him touch her ass over her panties. ‘See Subhas-kaka,’ she now turned to him, ‘you oil treatment was fantastic,’ holding her leg up and putting it on his thigh. He was sat on her left on the floor, very close to her, her knee almost touching his head. I was on her right on the sofa.
‘Oh yes Didi,’ he said, fondling her calves, ‘it was the first time; I did the treatment on a woman after my wife had died. I wasn’t sure how much a success it was going to be.’

I did not know if this lucky bastard was using this “’my wife died’ approach” genuinely or was to soften Sahana, because it was working. Sahana now cooed at him and tussled his hair, showing her affection towards. ‘Oh, thank you so much, Kaka,’ she said. Then she suddenly got up and walked straight to the bedroom to come out after a brief moment holding the panties she was wearing in the morning in her hand. ‘Kaka, I forgot, please give this a wash and hang it on the ropes,’ she said, handing the used panty to him. I was sure the panty was soaked in her juice.

Subhas nodded and got up with from the floor, his hands trying and failing to cover what looked a hard on inside his lungi and with a sheepish expression walked away to the living room toilet to give the panty a wash.

‘What are the chances, he would smell it, smell you pussy juice in the panty?’ I asked aloud.
She gave me a look with her squinted eyes, ‘I did not think of it like that when I gave it him,’ she said, punching me playfully in the arm. I laughed at her.

‘Was it a good idea to let him take pictures of me?’ she said out of the blue, referring to her posing for him on his old modeled mobile phone.
‘Don’t worry,’ I assured her, ‘let’s see what happens. All he might do is see it himself in his spare time.’
‘What if he shows it to others?’ She asked.
That was a good question and a real possibility. He could end up showing it to others to get man points. ‘Well, it is a possibility,’ I told her, ‘but think about it, all his life he saw many MPs and Ministers visit our home in Chittagong and is well aware of our connections with higher ups in the government. That should sort of scare him enough not to mess with us right?’
‘You are right,’ she said, ‘I hope he does not try anything funny.’ I took hold of her hand and we left that conversation at that.

‘We crossed a definite line today,’ she said after a while as we sat watching the television, ‘what do you think?’ she asked me.

She was right; we did definitely cross a line, many lines for that matter of fact.

As Subhas was leaving, I reminded him not to show the pictures to anyone and even gave him a veiled threat in a joking tone, trying to remind him who is boss.

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As Subhas was leaving, I reminded him not to show the pictures to anyone and even gave him a veiled threat in a joking tone, trying to remind him who is boss.

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We had lunch and took a nap in the afternoon. In the evening Anis came, brought us dinner. Sahana who was bottomless all afternoon, had changed and wore a pleated skirt underneath, that reached till her upper thighs. What came to mind was that how she treated each around her differently. She had her own pace she set for different people. Anis was supposed to be in the country for one more week, after that he was going to be in Australia.

We sat around to watch an IPL match between Kolkata Knitght Riders and Mumbai Indians. Before the Match went halfway, we decided to do a little betting. Sahana, out of loyalty towards Shakib Al Hasan, the all-rounder from Bangladesh, argued that luck would be one her side and KKR would win. But Anis and I opted for Mumbai Indians for the fact that KKR was having a shitty season in our opinion. So if we won the bet, we boys would have to buy cook dinner for her for the next few days. She wanted to know what she had to do if she lost, as she was already cooking dinner on most nights. Anis suggested, repeating last nights photoshoot and dance with her wearing the belly dancing costume. I concurred. Sahana initially disagreed and said that last night was a onetime thing, but after our repeated pressure she agreed to the conditions of the bet.

As we watched the match, she sat in the middle between me and Anis, her skirt riding up. I put my hand on her thigh and kept it there. After a while I noticed Anis had also had his hand on her knee, her other knee, caressing her skin. She said nothing, simply stared at the screen. Every now and then there would be an out, a six, a four or a catch dropped, we would elate, raise our hands or hurl frustrations. Our hands, mine and Anis’s, I noticed, would return to her knee. As time went by, she had also widened her legs and spread them, giving us better access. Also her skirt rode up to the top of her thigh. An inch higher and her panties would show. I travelled my hands up her legs and kept it in her inner thigh, just below the panties, trying to see if Anis would follow suit and if Sahana would allow him to do. I saw his hands after a while creep upwards as well, slowly. After every celebration or frustration our hands would come back to the place of her legs where we had left it. So as KKR was down to their last man, Anis had his hand just over her upper thigh, it looked like he was waiting to. Then he slowly slid is hand inwards with baited breath. Sahana looked like nothing was different and stayed staring at the screen. I was paying no attention to the cricket. As soon as Anis’s hand made it to her inner thigh, a wicket fell and innings ended and she slammed her legs shut, bringing both of our hand together, and our knuckles hitting each other. With reflex, we retracted our hands and made no eye contact with one another. She, as if nothing had happened, got up, excused herself saying she needed to use the loo and went straight to our bedroom. We men just sat there in awkward silence. After a minute she returned and asked us if we wanted any snacks like pop corn etc as the next innings was about to start. We just opted for coca cola and eventually got back to the sofa as the players started coming to the field.

This time, Sahana straightaway sat on Anis’s lap with her sides to his chest, her legs stretched, and her feet on my lap, her one arm around his neck and the other arm holding his shoulder for support. It took both of us, Anis and I, by surprise. He wasn’t expecting it as she simply plopped on to his lap. None of us said anything, as if this was normal. The match started. I noticed that at least she was careful enough to not lift her legs too much or have her skirt ride up on her legs. My attention was not on the match and was on her, sitting on my friends lap, as I would every now and then look at her out of the corner of my eye. At first Anis’s hands were on his side, then slowly and casually he placed one on her hip and the other on her lower thigh.

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The match progressed and so did Anis’s hands as the hand on her hip slid down to the sides of her buttcheek and the other hand up her thighs just touching the edges of her skirt. Suddenly Anis started to adjust himself, making Sahana stand up. He sheepishly slid his hands in his pockets, adjusted himself or maybe his underwear from inside. I knew that his cock was hard.

‘Are you having problem?’ Sahana asked him.
‘No, no, not at all,’ came his answer ‘it’s just hot.’ He still had that embarrassed look and straightened himself.
‘So why don’t you open you jeans and sit comfortably,’ she suggested.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, looking at her and then at me.
‘Sure I have seen you in boxers before, it’s fine,’ she said, ‘is it alright honey? This time she was looking at me, wanting my approval.

‘It’s fine by me, even I am feeling hot,’ I said and opened by trouser buttons and pulled my trousers off.
Getting this cue, Anis did the same and Sahana stood looking at us, sporting sizeable boners in our underwear. Anis was wearing a pair of briefs, whilst I had boxers. ‘Now that we are comfortable, shouldn’t you be comfortable as well? It is only fair you know,’ He said her, with a smile of mischief in his eyes.
I expected her to brush off his suggestion, but to my surprise, she said, ‘you men, always dirty. Alright. You are right, but I will not sit here only in my underwear. I will be too embarrassed.’ I did not know why would she be embarrassed, as she had no problem with Subhas-kaka seeing and touching her in her in underwear. I was disappointed that we would not see her out of her skirt. Then what she did surprised me, she said, ‘but, I will do this to make it fair,’ and bent down, legs straight, she put her hands inside her skirt and pulled her underwear down her legs, stepping out of it. She was naked under her skirt now and the underwear on the floor was a pair of thong. Now I knew why she was hesitant to drop her skirt. But then I thought, was it really less risqué to be in such a short skirt with nothing underneath.
Anis had a dropped jaw and a blank stare and a giggling Sahana picked up the thing from the floor and tossed it to him and he caught it.

“Happy now?’ she asked, still giggling.
Anis nodded, too stunned to say anything. He then looked at the thong, touched the fabric for a few seconds and then passed it to me. I felt the thong material and it felt a bit moist.
‘okay,’ she said and plopped back on to his lap again and sat the same way she had been. She did not even acknowledge his boner as it rested under his briefs and against her thigh.

This time her skirt rode higher than it was the last time and skirt hem ended in the same place as it did when she was sat between us in the first half, just about covering her modesty. They just sat there, saying nothing or even doing nothing, only that Anis had his hands on her hip and the other on her thigh like he had.

The match went on, Mumbai Indians were doing well, it seemed. Sahana with her feet, which were resting on my lap, was pushing my cock that was under my boxers, she still had her face towards the screen. As her feet were playing with my cock, I became more aroused. I did not know if Anis noticed that her feet were playing with my cock over my boxers. I then noticed that the hand Anis had on her hip had slid down to her ass and it was cupping her ass over her skirt. I could see that Anis had an uncomfortable look on his face. Here my sexy wife was sitting on his lap, without panties, her naked ass under her skirt inches away from his fingers, her tits in a top with generous cleavage showing was right under his chin. Yet he could do nothing. Maybe that was making him uncomfortable. I was glad he had modesty in his actions.

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After RJ Sharma was out—caught—Anis and I spoke about the wicket and I noticed Sahana, looked at me and gave me a wink. It had been a while since I stopped her feet playing with my cock from the fear that I would cum and spoil my boxers, so I did not know what she would be up to. ‘Anis,’ she said, ‘your “thing” is tickling me, throbbing under me.’

‘Still calling it a “thing”, like a teenager, are you?’ he asked teasing her.
‘Uff!, okay, okay, your “cock”, happy? You COCK is throbbing under me, it feels ticklish,’ she said, in a funny weird-ed out voice. She then started grinding her ass on his lap and because of it her feet were rubbing my cock over my boxers. The barrier between her ass and Anis’s cock was her pleated skirt and his cotton briefs.

‘If you keep doing that I will mess up my briefs in no time,’ he said as his hand that was on her thigh had slipped inside her skirt and I guessed groped her ass cheek, giving it a squeeze, as she flinched.
‘You are right, I was being too much of a tease, and I know you haven’t been with Faria for a long time, so I apologise,’ she said, leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheeks and gave him a hug, crushing her chest against his face, getting up from his lap and scooted over to sit on my lap, facing away from him.
‘It’s alright, no need to apolgise I was complaining or anything,’ he said with a grin and her back was to him as she sat on my lap with her sides to my chest and her legs extended out of the sofa. She looked back and gave him a smile, as I slipped my fingers in to her cunt in no time. She was wet and I was glad he could not see my finger action.


Then as luck would have it, Mumbai Indians had won and as soon as that happened Sahana came, loudly.

We leapt to our feet, both Anis and I, and Sahana holding onto my neck as we all got up. We were all doing our dances, ‘we won, won the bet,’ we screamed, except Sahana who just finished cumming. Then Anis proceeded to give her butt celebratory slaps. After his first slap I too gave her a celebratory slap with him and both of her cheeks got slapped.
‘Ow!,’ she screamed, making a sulking face.
‘Oh sorry honey, we just got carried away,’ I said, now lifting her skirt and exposing her ass, while she just stood saying nothing. I then touched an ass cheek, caressing it, as trying to sooth her pain. Anis too joined and for the first time he saw her naked ass and was fondling it as well.

‘Woah! What had just happened? Why were you loud back on his lap,’ he asked as if realizing something, referring to Sahana cumming on my fingers with a grunt in gritted teeth. He gave her butt cheek one last pat and we, Anis and I, both sat down. Touching her ass, this time naked ass, had become normal it seemed.
She slumped down on the sofa between us, ‘uff! KKR is a disappointment. This is what happened if you don’t have Shakib in the team,’ she said, complaining, ignoring Anis’s previous question. I did not even know if she cared enough for the match, as her concentration was not in it for the most of it I thought. Her skirt had vulgarly rode up her legs inches short of exposing her pussy, as she sat casually, legs spread, body slumped against the couch back rest. She had just orgasmed a minute ago and so her body was now was relaxed and her face showed it. None of us said a word for what had just happened.

‘So now that KKR lost, what are we going to do about the bet you had just lost,’ Anis asked.
‘Do I really have to do it?’ she asked looking at him and then at me, pleading, with a puppy face.
‘Yes,’ I said, as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, ‘you should honour it.’
‘Hmm,’ she said, ‘you perverts are not going to give it a rest are you?’ she looked at Anis and then at me again, and dance her eyebrows at me. ‘So, Anis is basically looking for his release, isn’t he?’ She said laughing.
‘Darling, we all need release,’ I said, glancing at Anis, as his eyes met mine. He had sheepish look on his face at being called out by her. ‘Just because you had yours just now, doesn’t mean he is not entitled to one,’ I said, grinning.
Sahana gasped and then tried raining punches at my stomach.

I blocked her playful punches and said, ‘before anything happens, I think we should finish dinner. I have plans and want to make the photoshoot amazing, I have a surprise.’
‘What surprise?’ she asked. Even Anis gave me a curious look.
‘In time babe, in time,’ I told her. I also handed her thong to her. It was better than just have it lying on the couch. She then stepped in to the thong in front of us and pulled it upto her groin area, careful to not show too much. But it seemed that we got a flash of her thong covered pussy for a split second as the skirt was pulled up. We, Anis and I, both stared at her in amazement.

We all got up and went for dinner. I made a phone call and after that we all sat down and had our dinner. It took us about fifteen minutes to finish our meal. I could sense that we all, even if we did not say it, were eager to start with the photoshoot.

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After we ate I asked Sahana to change into the belly dancing costume. She still inquired what I had in mind. I told her first get ready, wear makeup and what not. Anis was in the living room fixing the lights, fixing the room, moving the television out of the scene, for the photoshoot. After about five minutes, there was a knock on the door and after opening it, I let Subhas enter in to the flat. Anis was confused as to why Subhas-kaka was here. Subhas too looked surprised and confused seeing Anis there.
‘We are in need of his service?’ I whispered to Anis.
He still looked confused as I quickly went over to Subhas-kaka to go over to the kitchen and make the thing I asked him to.

After another five minutes, while Anis was just about finished setting up the lights and my camera, I went into our bedroom to see what Sahana was up to. She was now dressed in the belly dancing costume and her makeup and hair was done. In the meanwhile, I picked up few jewelleries or accessories that I wanted her to wear with her costume. Just as she was about to reach for the baby oil I stopped her. ‘Come out,’ I said, ‘first wear your heels; we will fix the oil outside,’ leading her to the heels. As she bent down to wear her ankle strap, toe covered, golden coloured chic looking heels, I felt up her ass under her dress and she was wearing her thong.

After taking a deep breath and put my arms around her and led her in to the living room. She froze.

She saw Subhas-kaka smiling at her with a bowl in his hand. ‘Kaka, what are you doing here?’ she asked, her hands flying to her chest, trying to cover her costume bra covered tits. Before she could cover fully, I held her hand.
‘Sahana I asked him to come and apply the oil on your for the photoshoot, he is a professional with the oil and he will do a good job,’ I said.
She then glanced at me and then at Anis and lastly at Subhas-kaka. I knew what those glances meant, she was trying to figure out what would Anis think. I knew Anis was already imagining things, that a high-class housewife would let a low-class servant touch her and oil her up.
I went up to Anis and whispered to him, ‘just play along.’ He shook his head, he knew I would give him some explanation afterwards.

‘Subhas-kaka,’ I said to him, ‘Sahana wants to do a photoshoot. You know we were talking and you suggested that your Sahana-didi needs to do modeling and acting?’
‘Oh yes, yes Ali-bhai,’ he said, enthusiastically, as I had given him credit for an idea.
‘So, we are going to do a photoshoot of hers, so that we can send it to directors and modeling people,’ I told him, not going into technicalities, as he would not know the difference, ‘right, honey?’ I asked Sahana.
She nodded giving me a smile, playing along. She, because of body language, still seemed shy being in this state of being vulgarily dressed in front of Subhas. She stood with her legs slightly spread now, trying to seem relaxed, and striking a half pose. The entirety of one of her legs coming out of dress bottom, half of her boobs pouring out, made her look amazingly sexy and seductive. Subhas was openly eating the view up. But I knew it needed few more extra touches to it to make it even better. She also had a bunched up transparent duppatta in her hand. 

‘So Kaka, the directors we will send the pictures to need to see that she can wear sexy dresses and is comfortable in them,’ I said to Subhas-kaka. He still gave me as if he understood. I used the word ‘jouno-abeydon-moyee’ to mean sexy, as in Bengali that was the word for sexy, but he being uneducated I was not sure if he got
‘Yes Ali-bhai, in films and modeling they make women wear Oshlil[vulagar] clothes, so she needs to demonstrate that she can wear them,’ he said. I knew why he used the word “vulgar”, as the word for sexy was too difficult for him. To my relief Sahana did not protest, she was smart so she understood.
‘Exactly,’ I exclaimed, ‘so, to get those pictures to be absolutely perfect, we need you to help oil her up, so that her skin shines. Can you do that?’
‘O yes Ali-bhai, this is the oil you asked for,’ he answered and showed me the bowl of oil. It was I knew Olive oil and coconut oil mixture.

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I whisper to Sahana, ‘you ready?’

She nodded. The look on her face told me that she was getting horny. But I knew she had to wait long before she could be satisfied. Anis on the other hand still had not said anything, but he had that know-it-all smirk on his face. He must have been realizing how much of a slut I was making my wife.

Subhas got to work, applying oil on her exposed back, neck shoulders, stomach etc like an expert. Anis and I watched in amazement at the speed and precision of his rubbing. Nowhere was the oil spread too much or too little. But I noticed he was skirting around her tit’s exposed parts. I was waiting to see what Sahana would do. Then Subhas bent down started working on her legs and she stood with her legs spread for him, exposing both of her legs as he worked on them, covering every inch of her skin. I took a few pictures of course and made sure her naughty face got captured on the camera. I knew she would love to look at them afterwards. I went towards her and inspected her. I knew when during the photoshoot if her dress falls to her side and her ass comes to view, it should shine like the rest of her body. “Sahana, don’t you think if the dress falls and part of your ass comes exposed, you need to shine it with oil?’ I asked her, making it her call.

She thought for a bit, ‘yeah, you are right,’ she said and as Subhas was done with her legs, she turned around, lifting her costume skirt botton’s behind up, exposing her ass to Subhas and Anis, as both of them just stood there with their jaws on the floor. “Kaka’ she said, ‘I think you need to put oil it too, we do not want that part to not shine if it comes out in camera. Directors will not like it,’ she told him in a serious tone, but I saw the playful eyes of hers as said it.
‘Yes Didi,’ Subhas-kaka replied. He licked his lips, looked at to find Anis staring back and then look at me for conformation and I just shrugged my shoulders. That was the green signal and he got to work, putting oil on every inch of her gorgeous butt. It was the first time he saw her in a thong and touching her ass in a thong. ‘Didi, you look nice in a thong,’ he told her, ‘I always wanted to know what women look like wearing them.’ He learned the word “thong” not long ago; it was impressive that he remembered.

Sahana simply said thank you as she was too busy getting her ass oiled up.
‘So Didi, will directors want you to show yourself in thongs if you get to act and model?’ he asked her, while he worked on her butt.
‘They might, directors want to make sure, models or actresses are comfortable half naked for scenes and do not mind being touched,’ she told him, looking back and giving him a smile.
‘You will be perfect then, you don’t mind dressing half naked and being touched and you look like a Devi [goddess],’ he told her, smiling, giving a light pat on her oiled butt.
She giggled.

He then moved to her front and rubbed the oil on the edges of her thong panty where the legs were exposed.
Sahana was courteous enough to lift the front of her skirt bottom to give him a better view of what he was doing. ‘Thank you for the compliment,’ she told him softly, ‘I do feel like a goddess today.’
‘Sex goddess,’ I leaned in and whispered to her in English.
She then giggled again as Subhas-kaka was rubbing the oil meticulously on every inch of exposed flesh.
She then tucked the skirt bottom’s front to her chin and held onto Subhas’s head for support. Subhas’s hands and accidently brushed against the material of her panty, coupled with the fact that he saw her camel-toe in her panties, how the edges of puffy lips were trying to burst out of her panty cloth. If it was me down there, she would have by now shoved my head into her pussy. With the knowledge that Subhas-kaka was looking at her panties, the material of which hugged her pussy tightly, making the outline of her mount was visible, made my hard on leak.

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As in a moment Subhas-kaka was to be finished, Sahana let go of the skirt bottom, pulled Subhas-kaka up on his feet and told him, ‘Kaka, who is going to rub the oil on these, directors will not be pleased, wil they?’ pointing at her tits, actually the exposed parts of it that Subhas avoided. Anis, who had been holding back his laugh till now, burst out laughing. Sahana still held a serious face. I thought it would have been me who would have had to take the initiative to get the tits oiled, but I was surprised to see my wife take it upon herself, suggesting it and in all of this, embracing her true self.

Subhas looked at me for confirmation and I gave him a nod. ‘Do as your Didi asked,’ I told him. And he got to work, cautiously spreading the oil from the boil, that now Sahana was holiding in her hand, on to her exposed parts of the tits. This was the first time someone was touching her tits. Subhas in pretext to oiling her tits was now pressing her tits around the bra cups.

Sahana looked at me and with her eyes pointed at Subhas’s groin area. His cock was hard and a tent was formed in his lungi. Anis’s was now behind Subhas, finally giving the lights a last check and trying to observe Sahana’s chest being oiled from an angle.

Sahana leaned in and whispered to Subhas, loud enough for only me to hear, ‘Kaka, is that because of me,’ her eyes pointing at his tented lungi with a mouth open, shocked look on her face, as if it was scandalous that he had an erection.
‘Sorry Didi, sorry Didi,’ he whispered back, putting his oily hand back on his crotch trying to push it down. He looked as if all colour had left his dark face.
‘Oho! I was joking,’ she said, whispering and giggling, and then she took his hand away from his crotch and placed it on her boobs. As the cock under the lungi sprang back up again, she giggled softly, ‘so cute,’ she said under her breadth, yet loud enough for me to hear as I was just beside her. Because she said it in English, I did not know if Subhas-kaka understood it, but surely he knew what cute meant. Did he find his massive cock cute or that he was hard for her, cute? Then suddenly she changed her tone, ‘finish it,’ she commanded, still whispering, as he worked his hands on her boobs.
After massaging the oil on her for a moment, he took his hands away, saying ‘it’s done Didi,’ and went away and sat on the floor. It was his first encounter with her boobs and he had shown quite an amount of patience. Anybody would have died to touch her naked tits, hell I would have put my hands inside her bra cup to touch her naked tits.

So as soon as the oiling was done, I took out few pieces of jewellery. A waist chain that wrapped around her naked waist, with her skirt that was worn low on her hip and the massive gap between her skirt and her navel, made her look sexy. I then made her wear a hair chain on her head and a long necklace or chain that I made sure went right into her cleavage to add to the sexiness to it all. With the oil and the jewelry, she looked divine.

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Anis gave her a compliment of how sexy she looked and she drank the praise giving him a peck on the cheek and a thank you. She then went up to Subhas and stood in front of him seductively, as he looked up to her, ‘so do you think the directors will like me?’ she said in a playful sexy manner.

‘They will love you Didi, you are like a Devi [goddess],’ he chirped.
As a way of saying thank you Sahana leaned in and gave Subhas-kaka a peck on the lips and walked away. My wife was okay giving kisses.

So the photoshoot begun and Anis who had not said a word put on some music and stood by me with a light umbrella, moving it as I went along. Sahana with the music moved slowly, danced as I clicked along. She would cup her breast, her hips and even her ass in different poses. Her legs would be spread, exposing them. Then we took pictures where she gave us her back view,, bent down, hands on hip, legs spread, her head turned towards the camera. She loved the camera, the camera loved her, as she moved seductively, giving all the men in the room hard ons, while her skin shined because of the oil.

I then gave the camera to Anis and I took over the lights. Subhas was sitting in the corner watching all of this. Anis asked her to sit on the sofa, legs spread as the cloth fell between her legs and clicked few shots as she moved slowly with the music. She was then made to bend over the couch looking back at the camera. Then for the next shot we had her lay down on the couch, facing the camera, her hand and head resting on the couch armrest, her costume bottom falling away from her, exposing her entire legs and gave a glimpse of the panty. The skin shined. Anis went up to her fixed her dress, so that her exposure or showing of skin, was the right amount. He then got back to his position, ‘Sahana, give me a sexy look,’ he said and she obliged. ‘Lift your left leg a bit and bend them,’ he said and she obliged, giving us the glimpses of her panty. He clicked as he saw fit. Then he asked her, ‘turn around and give us your back,’ and she did, as she laid down on the sofa, her dress fell away and her asscam into view. Because she was wearing a thong, her ass cheeks were simply out there, no cover what-so-ever at all. After a second Sahana realized what was happening and to cover her modesty, she put her hands back to stop the material from falling. ‘What are you doing Sahana?’ Anis asked her as he went up to her.

‘My ass is coming out as the material is falling!’ she told him.
‘So what?’ he asked again, moving her hand away without much resistance and letting the back material fall. ‘We have already seen your ass. Hell, Subhas-kaka has already seen and massaged it,’ he said, now looking at Subhas. He then lightly grabbed her ass. It was for the first time he was grabbed her bare ass cheeks. ‘kaka,’ he asked Subhas with a wicked smile, still touching her ass, ’didn’t you already see and massage her pacha[ass]?’
‘Yes, Anis-bhai,’ Subhas replied with a cheeky grin.
‘So why is she suddenly shy?’ he asked him and then turned to her, still caressing her butt chees and asked her, ‘so why are you still shy? You have already shown us this naughty ass.’
‘It’s going to be on camera,’ she finally said.
‘Oho! Its digital, we can delete it later, now come on,’ he assured her and gave her oily ass a light pat and moved back to where he was.

Sahana now emboldened by the assurance was showing off her ass cheeks, after a few shot she was looking back at the camera and took a few shots more.

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pls gv next update.. this time with Anis only. let Subash Kaka come back later on..
maybe this time a handjob to Anis, or maybe pussy show..

your writing skills are amazing dude.. one of the very few ones here..
waiting.

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Sahana now emboldened by the assurance was showing off her ass cheeks, after a few shot she was looking back at the camera and took a few shots more.
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We decided to take a break to re-oil her and Subhas-kaka got back to work. He started put oil on her and Anis was taking photographs of her getting oiled. Subhas-kaka mostly touched upon her shoulders and legs, places where the couch rubbed the oil of. Maybe we would later need to change couch covers. As Subhas started oiling her legs, he quickly picked the bottom front cloth up and put it over his head so that it did not get in the way as he oiled the front of her legs. There was maybe a foot gap between his face and her panty covered gash. She was now giggling and did not find it odd, but rather funny and Anis on the other hand was clicking pictures away, laughing as well. Subhas-kaka then got out, crawled behind her and did the same thing he did, by putting the back skirt cloth over his head, to get unobstructed access to her practically naked thong-covered ass. He took half a minute to re-oil up her ass. As Sahana complained about feeling ticklish and giggled because Anis was taking pictures of such an embarrassing situation, she mildly lost her balance and moved back and for in an accident mashed her thong covered butt against his face, saying sorry immediately and turning around to find his face smeared in butt-oil from her.

I could feel it was just an accident, which Subhas-kaka was not unhappy about. So as they moved away, I saw Subhas had an embarrassed look on his face, but his lips awkwardly spreading told me that me enjoyed. I leaned into her ears and whispered to her, ‘what happened?’
She gave me a look, her biting her lips, she whispered, ‘my ass bumped into his face, I think it was his nose which poked my thong covered crack for a second.’
‘Oh, you are a slut, aren’t you…’ I whispered back to her.
Before I could reply Anis called us to our attention and she sauntered over to him, looking back and giving me a cheeky look with her tongue sticking out between her teeth.
Anis called me over and told us he had a suggestion for the next shoot. After we had a little chat and Sahana though apprehensive at first, became quite excited about it after a while and I called Subhas-kaka over to us, ‘Kaka, we need you for the next shoot.’ And he came over.

‘So,’ Anis told him, ’Kaka, you are going to sit on a chair or tool and we will have Sahana dance around you and for you. Think it like this; think that Sahana is a hot dancer that is giving you a dance because you paid her well.’ Anis had an air of professionalism and it looked like he was an experienced director. ‘Kaka, please now go and bring a chair from the kitchen and set it in this room,’ he said. A confused Subhas-kaka went in to the kitchen and brought back a tool-chair and set it where Anis asked him too and sat down on it, still confused.
‘Kaka, Sahana needs these shots for her profile,’ I told him, ‘the directors need to know if she can act or not, and based on her looks she might be given roles where she would need to wear such dresses and act like these,’ making up nonsense as I went along., trying create a context for the shoot. Sahana was giving me a sly smile all this time, watching me come up such bullshit.
‘Is that true Didi?’ he asked her, still trying to process it. I now wanted to know what she would say. Would she brush it off or play along.

‘Kaka, these perverted director want to make women wear skimpy clothes and do item numbers. A lot of actresses start with item numbers, if I go to them, they would want to make me do these kinds of things. Like dance with such dresses,’ she said to him, playing along. He just looked at her with amazement as she looked squarely at his eyes. She then walk past him, took the shot of whiskey that on the Television table and poured the shot of whiskey down her throat and turned to me and gave me a wink. She needed that liquid courage it seemed.
Anis clapped to get our attention and started a track of Arabic belly dance music to play in the background to create the ambience.

Anis looked at Subhas-kaka and told him, ‘Kaka, now imagine a scene: you are in a place where girl dance for money and you are about to give Sahana money to dance for you,’ and then Anis called Sahana, ‘Sahana walk in front of Subhas-kaka seductively and then go around him, touching his shoulder as you do.’ She did, slowly walking to and around him, as he, Anis, took pictures from all the Angles he could. I tried staying away from the frame and where Anis wanted me to be with a reflector. ‘Sahana now lean towards kaka, as if you are seducing him,’ he ordered and she did just that, leaning in front of Subhas, her face inches away from his, showing her ample cleavage to him. ‘Now give him a kiss on the cheeks,’ Anis ordered.
Sahana turned her gaze, while still bent, at Anis and then at me and then after a moment of thought, gave Subhas a peck on the cheek. She then straightened up and started swaying with the music.

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Anis who was taking pictures, now handed Subhas to hundred taka bills, ‘Kaka, now take the money… yes show it to her… yes now with your fingers call her… Sahana now come forward seductively…. Yes now come between his legs and hold your waistband a bit… kaka, now put one bill inside her waistband… yes, yes like that… now Sahana turn around… yes yes, bend a bit… Kaka, please put the other bill into her waistband… yes, yes perfect like that…’ he instructed them as he took one shot after another. It was a sight to see, her pretending to accept money, even letting him slide the money in to her waistband. Anis was quick to take pictures of all the shots he thought was significant.


‘Now,’ Anis said, ‘Sahana take a bill out of the waistband and smell it, as if you are dirty slut, who is in for that money.’ Sahana gave both Anis and I a look and did just that, smelled the crisp hundred taka bill and put it back into her waistband with half of it sticking out. ‘Now dance for him, Sahana, just keep on dancing, not too fast, I will take shots as I see fit and will tell you to stop and hold poses when I want,’ he instructed. I was glad I had Anis do all of that as he was confident and knew what he was doing and Sahana was actually listening to him and following his instruction, I would have been too horny and distracted to be so objective, but I tried my best with the reflector. Anis took some picture of Sahana dancing behind her, where Subhas was in the frame looking at her. In others he took them behind Subhas, capturing Sahana. Then he asked her to bend down and dance showing her ass. Sahana bent down, her legs spread and Anis got around and took photos from all possible angles. Subhas-kaka had an erection that tented his lungi and no one said anything. Anis now asked Subhas to extend his hand and touch her ass, after Anis clicked from the side, he then asked her to catch his hand as if to signal that “no-touching-allowed” and crane her neck to look back at him with her back to him. He clicked as he saw fit.

Anis then asked her to come near Subhas-kaka and bend down and have her tits just above his face, for the sake of the photos of course, he reasoned. She showed no hesistation, said, ‘if it’s is just for the photos, then why not?’ and leaned in to him and her chain and locket that was hiding in her cleavage came out. Anis took some pictures and he then asked Sahana to take to locket and place it between Subhas’s teeth. Subhas-kaka gave us an uncertain look, as if not knowing what to make of it and Anis assured him that he just wanted to make the photos interesting. Subhas followed the instruction and he himself took the locket and placed it between his teeth and Sahana placed a hand on his shoulder and Anis from the sides took couple of snaps.
Anis now asked her to seductively dance in front of Subhas-kaka while Subhas-kaka had to have his legs spread to give her the space. They did just that and she was seductively dancing in front of him. She was touching her hair, her chest, and then would turn around and show her ass and then touch it, all the while she was dancing and Anis was taking his shots. Then Anis had her bend over right infront of Subhas’s face, as Anis took pictures of her ass and even the expression on Subhas’s face with jaw open and a glob over drool hang down from the mouth. Subhas was salivating and I could not blame him, he had pure joy and arousal etched on his face.

Now, Anis asked her to sit on Subhas’s lap, as if to show a lap dance scene, which he wanted to capture. Subhas immediately protested and even Sahana asked if it was necessary. ‘Oho! These dancing girls do give lap dances… think about the scene,’ Anis said, as he walked over to them, placing his hand on Sahana’s lower back, rubbing it, ‘think about how hot it would look.’ Although her face showed annoyance, I knew she was already convinced. Then he turned to Subhas-kaka, still caressing her lower back, ‘Kaka think about how it would look, the directors would love it, do it for her, so the directors think she is good for roles.’ He then turned her around so that Sahana’s ass was facing Subhas-kaka and said, ‘Kaka, why are you complaining? You will have her gorgeous ass on your lap,’ and gave Sahana’s ass a slap. Sahana immediately mock protested and turned to hit Anis on his shoulder, whilst suppressing a giggle. Subhas and Anis were laughing too and Anis left giving both of them a wink.
Sahana strutted and came up to me, placed her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss, ‘I want to know, if you are okay with all this? Are you having fun?’ she asked as we broke the kiss.\

I looked at, deep in to her eyes, and with croaked voice and full of lust, I replied, ‘darling, you haven’t done anything that I have not enjoyed till now.’
‘Then you must tell me if I have crossed a line?’ she enquired, her eyes never leaving mine
‘I will...’ I said, ‘and I love you.’
‘I love you too,’ and gave me a kiss.
As they were about to start, Sahana looked at me and gave me a wink and sat down on Subhas’s lap. He winced as her soft butt touched his lap, with her back to him. It seemed she too made a funny face and lifting slightly, turning back to Subhas and whispering something in his ear, to which he adjusted his lungi, pushing his lungi covered-cock against his stomach. She too, adjusting herself and then, sat down again. He had an erection I sure and Sahana sat on it, making a face of surprise and shock at me and her face normalized after a second. Maybe when she sat down at first it was poking and now it was resting against her underneath. Subhas, as per instruction, had his hands by his side.

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I thought she would stay still while, Anis took his shots, but to my surprise, she was moving her ass, sporadically grinding at Subhas-kaka’s crotch area as Anis clicked away; Anis would every now and then tell her to look sexily at the camera. Her entire legs were exposed as her had her legs spread while sitting. What I noticed was the look of ecstasy on Subhas’s face, as his mouth would open involuntarily as she was giving him a lap-dance, which she claimed were just for “pretend”.

Anis then asked her to get up and straddle Subhas facing him. Sahana again exclaimed, ‘Alright, if it is just for theme and photos, why not?’ and then turned around and straddled him. Sahana then turned to me, looked straight into my eye, gave a pleading look and started to grind at him, this time it was not sparse or in frequent, but that she maintained a rhythm with the song that was playing in the background. I think I had heard an involuntary groan escape Subhas’s mouth as she did. Anis, like a professional clicked away, trying to capture every moment of her acting like a slut.

For the final picture, Anis asked, ‘just for the final picture, Kaka, hold onto Sahana’s ass with you both hands. And Sahana would it be possible to show that you are giving him a kiss, while he holds you?’ he was asking too much I thought,
And there was resistance. ‘Anis, I can’t do that. It’s not possible even for just pictures,’ she protested.
‘True, Anis bhai,’ Subhas said, ‘how can Didi kiss me, it’s too much.’
‘Hmm, okay,’ Anis said, disappointed, but I knew him for his unrelenting attitude. ‘But, a kiss, would have been perfect and a passionate end to the set.’
I knew that Sahana and I had previous on one occasion agreed that kissing on the lips was a romantic act. It could have been that reason she was reluctant to do it. So to get around that I had a suggestion, so I raced towards Sahana, who was getting up from Subhas’s lap. I whispered into her ears of the suggestion I had.

‘You sure?’ she asked me, trying to confirm and I nodded.
She then took Subhas’s hands and placed it on both of her ass cheeks, each hand for each cheek and pulled herself towards him and pressed his head on her stomach, ‘pretend to kiss my belly, navel Kaka,’ she insisted and then turned to Anis, ‘Anis, just take pictures.’ Subhas, without hesitation, started to smooch her stomach area, especially on her navel and she threw her head back in ecstasy, in pretense for pictures or real, I did not know. Subhas’s hands clutched on to her ass and Anis captured all he could, his face showing surprise.

She then turned around and bent slightly forward, knees bent at angle to with her ass towards Subhas’s face, and she took his hand and placed it on her tits, and then guided his head to kiss her lower back. Subhas had to get up slightly from his chair to make this really crafted pose happen. Subhas now openly groped her tits. This had to be, in my opinion the sexiest pose and Anis took no instructions, as he automatically started to capture it. Sahana had the same look of ecstasy on her face. What surprised me was that the, Subhas, in his pretend kisses, actually travelled his mouth downwards and his hands slipped to her stomach as his mouth travelled to her lower back, as he kissed it. Anis caught all of it on camera.
Sahana then told everyone to stop and got up, came to me, her face flustered and whispered into my ear, ‘darling, I feel so slutty, so wrong, I even felt his cock under me and it was hard… Oh! When I was grinding I actually felt how big his cock was. I even let Anis take such scandalous pictures of me.’

‘You have been a very bad girl,’ I whispered to her and slapped her ass.
‘Ouch!’ she exclaimed and gave me a pouty face.
‘I love you,’ I reminded her.
‘I love you too,’ she told me and hopped back to our bedroom.
Anis set up the laptop to load the pictures and Subhas in the meantime had left, after he thought that fun was over and that Sahana had retired to bed. But, I knew the night was still yet to be over.

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So after ten minutes Sahana comes back in to the living room to find Anis and I loading the pictures on to my laptop. She sat with us, Anis in the middle, I on one side and her on the other.
Pictures came one after the other and in one particular picture where she was bent showing her ass to Subhas, Anis commented, ‘wow, really loving this slutty side of you.’
Sahana laughed and said, ‘thanks, but this is so mild compared to the ones that will follow.’
‘But, Sahana, one thing though,’ Anis said, ‘what does it feel to expose yourself to likes of Subhas, a domestic help? He got to see so much of you.’

She looked like a deer caught in the headlight, as if she wasn’t expecting the question. To be honest I knew Anis would ask about this as he had not witnessed so much intimacy before between Subhas and my wife. She hesitated at first, but then said, ‘I like teasing Subhas-kaka, and he is fun to tease… He gets flustered and uncomfortable… but then is sweet at the same time and all because he gives a killer massage.’
‘Hmm,’ he said and put the laptop down on the coffee table and came to sofa, where he was sat in between. He then leaned in and picked Sahana up and made her sit on his lap, her sides to him, and she was facing towards me. He put his left hand on her ass and the other on her stomach. ‘You know,’ he told her, ‘Subhas, got to touch your tits, I didn’t, isn’t it unfair?’
She gave me look. ‘Do you think it’s unfair?’ se asked me with a smirk in her face.
I shook my head, ‘it is, I think,’ I said, trying to look sincere.

‘Hmm,’ she expressed, giving me a wink and then took Anis’s hand and placed it on her tits and Anis’s left hand was now groping her tits over the bra-top. As the groping went on for about ten seconds or more, Sahana straightened herself and sort of straddled his lap, hanging her crotch over his.
‘So, you know Subhas has also touched your ass under that dress,’ Anis Said, his left hand still on her tits.
‘Oh! Okay,’ Sahana said and took his right hand from her lower back and drag it down to her ass and now Anis was grabbing her naked ass cheeks.
I swiftly got up from the sofa and grabbed the camera and started taking pictures of them. Anis was now manhandling her both ass and tits. Grabbing her ass, mauling those cheeks, made Sahana whimper. Then I took a shot where Anis was kissing Sahana’s cleavage as his hand was groping her bra-top covered tits. Sahana was also grinding on his lap as all these happened. Then suddenly she got up.

‘Anis, I think you are getting uncomfortable,’ she said, and went into our bedroom to come back with a towel and threw it towards Anis. ‘Anis, make yourself comfortable like last time,’ she suggested. Anis wasted no time and dbangd the towel over his lap and pulled his trousers and boxers down from underneath. Sahana helped him by pulling it from his leg and throwing the boxer and trousers to the corner of the room. He was now naked underneath the towel, his cock hard underneath it. I in the meantime did not miss and took some pictures of them. Anis had a sheepish look about his face.
She then again straddled him and gave him a lap dance while he kissed her cleavage and mauled her asscheeks. I have never seen Sahana express herself so sexually, she was so lost in lust, yet, she was in such control of everything. After a while she got up.

‘I think feeling it under me, poking me,’ she said, laughing, with both Anis and I, him looking visibly confused where she was going with this, ‘I deserve to see it,’ she announced and pulled the towel away before Anis could react, leaving him naked. His hard cock sprang out, pointing straight out at her. Sahana composed herself pretty quick, smiling at me and then at him, to him it was a crooked smile. Anis made attempt to cover himself, but she was quick this time too and removed his hand by holding his wrists. ‘I have already seen it, no use hiding it. Till now it was I who was exposing myself, so I need to be in the receiving end as well,’ she said and he relaxed at bit, still one of his hand was still on his hard cock, although not covering it fully, the head peeking out. His cock was a bit longer than mine, where as mine was a bit thicker. ‘Uff! Anis! Let me get a good look at it,’ she said, bending down, moving his hand totally this time, with Anis now had his hands to his side, proudly showing himself to her.