Adultery Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989

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Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife

Writer :- Dhaka1989

8th September 2017 

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Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife
Hello Peeps,

This is Dhaka1989, I am from Bangladesh and I enjoy Xossip's erotica forums a lot. This is my attempt at an erotica.

Please do read and comment on my story. Tell me how you feel about it. Also, this is going to be long and slow, so bear with me.

I hope you will enjoy it. Thanks and Cheers.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. RESEMBLANCE WITH ANY PERSON ALIVE OR DEAD IS A PURE COINCIDENCE
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I met Sahana in the summer a year ago, at a family occasion; she was the daughter of a friend of my father’s. We were encouraged by both of our family to meet up and date. We both wanted to get married and wanted to settle down. So months later we got engaged and following that got married this year.

I am Ali, 28 years old, studied in Monash, Australia and lived there for a while before coming back to Bangladesh and since then had been working in my father’s company’s Dhaka office that exported readymade garments. I wanted to make a venture of my own, but not before I settled well and had my finances secured in place to take that risk. I was okay-ishly fit, 72 Kilograms, worked out regularly and was about 5 feet 11 inches, considered tall in Bengali standards.

Sahana, 25 years old, recently graduated with a Masters degree from a top-notch Private University. Even though she had aspirations her parents did not allow her to go abroad for education as her mother was slightly conservative. She wanted to experience living on her own and being free, eat the way she wanted to eat, work the way she wanted to work, have fun the way she wanted to have fun and of course to dress the way she wanted to dress. But that was not to happen.

She was about 5 feet 6 inches in height. She was petite, with skinny thighs, which made her look legs look long, legs that ended with pear shaped pert ass that were just fitted well with her legs. Not big and yet not so small, just perfect. She had a flat stomach from the regular cardio, exercises and healthy eating, a lifestyle-regime that I encouraged her to be in since our engagement. She wanted to look fit on her wedding day, so I advised her how to do it, taking tips from my female friends who were into it. To top it all off she had a handful C-cup breasts that added weight to the top half of her frame. I was lucky to have her as my wife. She was trained in Indian Classical dancing, so that helped her maintain a slim but strong figure.

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I, once living a very westernized lifestyle in Australia, took a very liberal outlook on life. I liked women that dressed well, knew how to show skin and was confident in it. The last and only girl I dated was a Bengali student that lived in Australia, she was one of those girls who was glad to have left Bangaldesh and live in Melbourne were she could dress, eat, drink and live the way she wanted, the freedom girls yearn for. She would wear all sorts of western clothes, shorts, skirts, leggings, hot pants, tube tops, dresses, shirts, tank tops, you name it. She was also quite sexually liberated. I was also lucky to be one of those Bengali guys that had received a blowjob from a partner, comparing to my friends who never had that opportunity. But, it was not to last, she did not want to come back home, so we ended it there and moved on. She was fun and daring. Sahana, my wife, on the other hand was not that type of women, she was not conservative per se, she was not religious, but was not very liberal, and at least not in the way she dressed. She occasionally would wear jeans and tops, but on most days wore salwar kameez and on formal events wore saree. She never wore shorts not even the times when she went on holidays to Bangkok and Singapore with her parents. Although for Bengali traditional attire, I loved saree, I think women look beautiful in them, but I disliked salwar kameez, especially with the dupatta. I actually had disdain towards the dupatta.

The first time we had sex was the night after our wedding, as on the wedding night we were tired and I wanted her to feel a bit comfortable in our new home, so we just talked that night and made out for a bit. The first time it was painful for her as she was a virgin. So the next day, I had to take it slow to not as to cause her discomfort. We kissed for a while, then I went downwards, kissing her neck and she held on to my hair, as I put my hands on the Kameez covered left breast of hers with my right hand and groped her for the first time. Even thought it was on top of her Kameez and Bra, I could tell her tits were modestly big and firm. I knew I had to wait for the day when I would be able to enjoy her naked tits. So after a while I put my hands inside her kameez and opened the knot of her pant bottoms and without any resistance pulled the bottom downwards, she was already horny by that time and herself had help me pull her panties down, after I took her hand and put it on my pajama covered cock and while still holding onto her hand made her open my pajama and take out my cock, I held the hands so she would not leave the grip. She giggled and I said, ‘do you like it?’ and she nodded a yes. I was a modest 7 inches, I was happy she liked it. Then I took the condom out the wrapper, wore it and slowly guided the tip in her and pushed. She let out a muted shriek. I had never asked if she was virgin or not before this. But I still took it slowly and judging from the expressions of pain from her face, did not have the heart to go at the normal speed.

So when I cummed and took my cock out, I saw blood on the condom.

After that night we had sex regularly almost every night, sometimes during the day on holidays. It was after three days that I had sex with her with the light brightly on and I took her top off leaving her bra on as she was naked underneath.
She mildly protested, but paid not head and put my cock in her. ‘You look beautiful like that,’ I told her as I fucking her.
‘Thanks,’ she said and was grinding my cock in return.

After a while in the rhythm, I put my hands behind her, opened the hooks and slid her bra off in few swift motions and she was left topless and I had proper access to her tits for the first time that night. And Oh boy I sucked on them as we made love.

As we were living on our own in our apartment, I asked her to try to be a bit free. We went shopping and brought a few shorts, skirts, trousers and Tee tops for her, so she could wear them at home. And slowly she started to wear shorts, skirts and Tee shirts at home. Only when my parents or her parents or my friends would visit, she would go back to her older clothes mostly wearing Jeans trousers and Kurta tops. I then asked next time guests come, she should wear Tee shirts and her fitting skinny jeans, adding that my parents or my friends won’t mind.
She looked attractive in whatever she wore, but for me that was not enough, I wanted more.
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My friend Anis would visit us often, due to his sister having a baby in Honk Kong, he missed our wedding and had joked that his visits were his way of making up for it. He met Sahana and instantly liked her and she liked him as well, hosting him at our house quite often. So if it was a holiday, he would be coming in the afternoon, we would hang around for bit chat and stuff. Sometimes he would come around the evening during weekdays. We would play a bit of the playstation, have a few smokes. Sahana would join us as well.

I noticed that Sahana would be wearing her usual Salwar Kameez(sometimes with leggings) or a jeans and shirt combination. As it was summer I proposed one night that she should wear T-shirt tops instead when he comes around. ‘It is hot, you will feel much better. You don’t have to dress up too much when Anis is around.’
‘Are you sure? ’ She asked, as she was l beside me on the bed, wearing only a bra. She was still shy to stay naked after our lovemaking and either wears a bra or her shorts.
‘Yes I am,’ I said as I kissed her forehead, ‘He mustn’t think you are some kind of prude. I have been friends for long and even studied in Melbourne together. I know him, you will be fine. ‘

So the next day, in the evening she wore T-shirts and jeans. The T-shirt, made her look much more relaxed. This continued for a few days after which the jeans turned into leggings. Her T-shirts tops were long enough that they covered her ass. But when she stretched to get the top shelves in the kitchen dining or the book shelves, glimpses of her leggings covered ass could be seen, only briefly. Anis was noticing that, even though he was being perfect gentlemen and wouldn’t stare. This development did not escape my eyes. And Sahana being a women had eyes at the back of her head, knew that she had been getting some looks from Anis. The next evening, her T-shirt became a bit shorter, almost regular sized. Her ass glimpses were also more regular as she stretched; also her toned skinny legs made the look even better.

She agreed at night, as I was fondling her boobs, that T-shirts were much more comfortable to wear. After which, she got on top of me and initiated sex. This was the first time she got on top of me. Probably tried it after seeing the girls in the porn films we used to see. She didn’t like porn in the beginning, showing disgust, but soon got around to liking them, as it used to give us some spark in our lovemaking. As she was grinding on me with my cock inside her, I held her hips and I asked her, ‘did you know we could see some glimpses of your ass as you stretched to get something.’ She froze and stopped grinding, but I held her, her face, though aroused, was in bit of shock, maybe because all this was coming from me. ‘Don’t worry it’s not that I mind. You looked really hot.’ I put her fears to rest, as she started to grind on my cock again. ‘Anis probably appreciates it as well. You looked hot, any man would like looking at your ass,’ I managed to say, after which she moaned and we came together.

After that night, Sahana’s T-shirts became shorter and more fitting and the bottoms of her butt cheeks were visible now even with the slightest of movement. This change improved our sex life. When we were in bed, I would remind her how hot she looked in the evening, how long her legs looked, and she should dress more liberally etc.

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So after two days, Anis came with his wife, Faria, to visit us, as she hadn’t seen me in a while and to meet my wife. Faria used to be my friend before he started dating Anis, through her I got to know him. Faria was once fun and outgoing. Now after marriage and a kid, she gained weight, became sour and she and Anis were having marital problems. That was one of the reason Anis spent so much time with us, she also suspected that Anis was smitten by my wife, hence he so much time at mine and that Faria actually wanted to see how my wife looked up front. I never had imagined Faria to be jealous type, maybe people changed.

Something happened that day, that changed something. As Faria entered I greeted her, gave her a long hug, she playfully scolded me for not visiting or caring to invite her. It was that when I was hugging her, my wife gave me a strange look as if she was not expecting it. I looked away, ignoring it and took Faria, keeping my hands around her, sometimes on her back, her shoulders as I showed her our new flat. We had dinner afterwards; Sahana was wearing a salwar Kameez this time. Maybe she was not comfortable with having Faria around, meeting her for the first time and did not want to give her any wrong impression. Anis was acting sheepishly too. After we chatted for a bit I poured ourselves some whiskey, to which Faria drank two or three pegs. This shocked Sahana, as Sahana was not opposed to drinking, she just didn’t think whiskey was a women’s drink.

Later that night she asked me if it was common for friends of the opposite sex to hug and be in an embrace. I told her it was normal at least in our circle, as we were all friends, be it men or women, it shouldn’t matter. Then out of the blue she asked, ‘would you mind if I hugged a male friend of mine? You know a friend.’ It was a strange question.
‘Of course not!’ I replied, ‘I don’t want to be a hypocrite about it, you know. What’s fair for me should be at least fair for you.’
The next question she asked me was the one she took me by surprise, ‘Do you think I could consider Anis to be friend of mine? He is your friend. But he hangs around here practically every day, we get along well. Is he friend of mine? He is right?’
‘Yes darling.’ I replied, ‘he is. I know he likes you... as a person and enjoys your company.’ When I said it, I think I saw her blush a bit.

Our sex that night was wild she did and for the first time moaned audibly. I did not know what had gotten into her but I could guess what was to come in the future.

Anis did not come around for the evening get together for couple of days after, from what I had guessed (it was true, as Anis later told me) it was probably that his wife was giving him a hard time for frequenting our place and that my wife was an attractive woman etcetera etcetera. I just never thought our sweet Faria, with who I and all of friends have been through much with, had become like this.

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And soon Anis returned, he gave me a call and said, if it was okay to come by, I said okay, he was always welcome. I thought that maybe things will go back to normal. I liked having Anis around, as a friend and also that this had improved my sex life. He I thought at first was like some placebo effect. So when he came something happened that had never happened before. After my hug with Anis ended, Sahana went up and gave him a hug, catching both Anis and I by surprise, Anis shot me a look, whilst his hands were hanging in the air and I shrugged, signalling him that it was okay, and he hugged her back, his hands on her upper back. She also was dressed like she did before the day Anis’s wife Faria came around. She was wearing one of her numerous T-shirts that I had brought her with one of her numerous printed leggings that I brought her. Her knit T-shirt was not of a very thick material; Anis could easily feel her bra straps when he had his palm lightly on the back during the hug. Anis hadn’t roamed his hands elsewhere before they broke the hug and moved on.

Such a simple act, yet it left me mesmerized, their first physical contact. Although Sahana acted really cool, closed the door, told us to sit on the couch and waltzed off to the kitchen with her leggings covered bottom ass cheeks visibly shaking, which seemed unintentional, but had not escaped mine or Anis’s eyes. I did not know what was happening inside Anis, although he looked a bit taken aback. Maybe surprised as I am that my once shy, demure wife was coming out of her shell. I on the other hand was having a funny feeling that I had not felt before. We had dinner together that evening. Everything was the same other than the fact that, there was a lot more physical contact, Sahana sat with me on the sofa with a side hug and head on my shoulders, as we watched a cricket match on the television. She smelled wonderful. I was sure Anis smelled it too when she hugged him. Also during dinner, my wife had her hand on Anis’s shoulder for a brief moment as she was standing beside him whilst he and I were eating and she had been serving us as she was not hungry.

As Anis was leaving she gave him a goodbye hug, the same. This time Anis had no hesitation. Such a harmless act, yet I was feeling a strange feeling inside. I was glad my wife was loosening up. As soon as he left, my wife led me to the couch and we had sex for the first time outside our room. I was enjoying all these ‘first times’. After that I hooked on the laptop and started a porn flick, we were both naked. Usually we used to watch the porn with our clothes on, get horny, forget about the porn and have sex. This time it was the other way around. This time we watched it with attention. How the women pornstar was shaved down there except for the thin landing strip. I gave Sahana a look and started to fondle her pussy as the screen showed the zoomed pussy of the actress, as the male pornstar licked the pussy. ‘do you like that?’ she asked.
‘Like what?’ I asked confused.
‘You know…. The hair like that down there…. You know.’ She said
‘You mean the pussy hair? ’
‘Yes... the pussy hair,’ she replied with hesitation, whilst I was still grazing across her pubes.
‘It looks cleaner and more stylish,’ I said.

She got up, went to the bathroom. I was feeling a bit spent, so I laid down, continued watching the rest of the porn, then I noticed that the actress was looking more ravishing was because she was naked except for her heels. The heels added to the sexiness to it all.

I heard a faint electric hum coming from the bathroom. From the sound I could tell, she was using the electric straight trimmer that I used to shave my beard. Then fifteen more minutes went by, I heard cabinets doors opening and shutting and few more noises here and there. Then after five more minutes reappears, all goddess like, stands in front of me. ‘Do you like this?’ she asked and I nodded while staring at her newly shaven pube region. Everything was shaved except a really well trimmed-to-the -skin strip of hair that ran on them middle. I was already getting hard again. She was laughing now, seeing my surrender. ‘Do you want to make anymore changes?’ she asked. I looked at the frozen porn scene again where the actress was bent over taking a cock wearing only high heels. She followed my gaze, stared at the screen for a second, then walked off. I was like ‘shit did I mess up’. To my relief she walked back wearing one of her black pumps. She by now must have noticed by my porn choices that I had an affinity towards naked girls in heels or boots. She took hold of my hard cock, pulled me off the sofa and said, ‘fuck me.’ After which I wasted no seconds entering her for the second time that night.

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Continuation 1
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So another day came, as it was weekend so Anis spent a longer time with us. As he rang the bell, Sahana got out from the kitchen to open the door, as he walked in I simply waved at him from the sofa and she gave him a hug like the other day with her arms around the neck. This time Anis had no hesitation and hugged her back and had his arms around her shoulders as they walked back. I was enjoying my newly liberated wife. I had the feeling that was enjoying this like I was as I also realized that it would have been easier for me to get up from my sofa to open the door, but she had almost hurried out of the kitchen as soon as the bell rang to open the door and hug him.

We watched a movie on the television, an old Bollywood comedy flick called Andaaz Apna Apna. She was sat between us on the sofa. We were cuddling with half of black legging covered ass was towards Anis, while there was a slight gap between them. But at times when we were laughing and moving to repeat the dialogues and laughing a bit more, I was sure her ass was touching his hips from time to time. Also I noticed that they have become more physically freer with each other in the last two days. Also the T-shirt rode up to her waist and so her entire thigh ass was looked exposed in the tight leggings. She did not bother covering up. This became the new normal.

Later in the evening we sat down to play some monopoly. We were sitting in the floor, having some whiskey; Sahana was drinking with us this time. She was sipping and making a face every time she took a sip of her whiskey coke, she still needed time to get used to it. She was sat on her legs bent at the knee, spread slightly, directly opposite Anis, and I was sat perpendicular to her. Her leggings were tight against her crotch and even though there was wearing panties inside, a hint of camel toe was visible in the well lit room, and I was sure Anis noticed it too and was stealing glances. As the game went on, and whiskey flowed, we became more relaxed. Anis stared for longer and Sahana by now caught on to the fact that she was showing the outline of her pussy lips, her recently shaved pussy. But she made no changes to her position. I by now was hundred percent sure that my wife was an exhibitionist and loved showing off. At one point as I was rolling the dice, one of the dice rolled and ended up underneath the sofa chair she was leaning against. I asked her to look for it and to my surprise simply turned on her spot and went on kneeling on her fours and crouched underneath and roaming one of her hands underneath the sofa chair trying to locate the dice.

I expected her to go around get a broom to it. But this was a new Sahana. Her ass was towards us, with her legging stretched over it and panty line impression clear under the fabric. She was down like that for ten or more seconds and it felt even longer as we stared. Anis made no attempt to hide his gaze, and his mouth slightly open (he drank a fair bit) and I thought I even saw him adjust himself. So after a bit of time as she was still searching for the dice and giving us a show I lightly tapped on her ass, making it jiggle slightly and kept my hands on her ass and said, ‘how long are you going to take?’ (I wanted to ask her how long she wanted to show her ass to us, but that would have been a bit too much). ‘Come one look for a bit faster, we need to finish the game.’ I said as I tapped her ass again. Not like I wanted to hurry her, I just wanted to slap her ass again in front of Anis.
I was half afraid she would become angry, but she simply said, ‘alright, alright, this takes time,’ and pulled the dice out. I was sure she had found and had the dice for quite some time. We played for some more.

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So right after Anis left, I led Sahana to the sofa, where I sat, spread my legs and got her to stand between my legs, ‘Sahana, do you not feel hot these days? The Air con at our room does not work and also out here it is hot,’ I said.
‘Summer is coming; it is going to be hotter. Dhaka weather you know. Why do you ask?’ She asked
‘I look at you and I feel that you are wearing clothes that makes you feel hot,’ I said to her in my sincerest of voices. ‘Look,’ I said, ‘look at the bra, it’s totally unnecessary,’ I touched her bra, my hands going behind her and opening up the hook pulled her strap from over one of her arm and in one long motion dragged the bra out through the armhole, while she just stood there. She was now wearing a T-shirt with no bra underneath. ‘Look this is much comfortable, I am sure,’ I said.

‘Oh I know that,’ she said as she looked down at her bra less nipples poking, ‘I always go braless when you are here.’
‘No, I am telling you to go braless all the time.’
‘I can’t do that, not in front of everyone! What will people think?’ She objected, although it did not seem sincere.
‘Look, it looks no different,’ I said as lightly touched her boobs. ‘It’s not transparent or anything.’
‘But my nipples show.’ She objected.
‘Everyone in the world has nipples and every girl has boobs, you will be fine. Just be like this when you are in front of the people you are comfortable with,’ I said.

‘Do you think Anis would mind, if I dressed more freely?’ She asked, bringing Anis up. It was no surprise she liked having him around.
‘Of course not, he is a free minded individual.’ I said, ‘he liked and encouraged Faria to dress more freely around, this was all before Faria became moody and everything. You should have seen the things she wore. Nipples showing like that were nothing. Also look at this,’ I said as I turned her around, ‘you are wearing such panties with your leggings. When you were bent down, we could see you panty elastic outline clearly. What would Anis think?’

She gasped, ‘Anis saw my panty outline!! I am so sorry, so sorry.’ She apologized. She must have thought I was angry that she was showing her ass off. I in the meantime pinched the elastic on her left ass cheek over the fabric and letting it go, making her wince a bit. She was already getting turned on by the look on her face.
‘That’s not your fault; you should have worn thongs with them.’ I said, smiling. She turned back. ‘also’ I said lightly touching the front of her pussy, ’you were also showing us this.’
‘Really?’ She was moaning now, ‘Did Anis see this also?’
‘Yes we both saw your camel toe,’ I replied, lightly scratching her crotch.
‘Camel toe? Ha-ha, funny name,’ she said between her pleasure faces, ‘I am so sorry Ali, you must not think I am bad, Anis must not think I am bad, that such parts can be seen.’

‘Don’t apologise, I loved it and I am hundred percent sure he loved it too.’ I reassured still palming her pussy. ‘What man would not want to look such a beautiful and sexy lady, especially her camel toe? Look it’s so beautiful, Anis loved it I am sure and he is thankful and appreciative that you are no so stuck-up and conservative with your body. And there is no harm. You know what until I buy you thongs, why don’t you stop wearing panties as well, you will not get any embarrassing panty lines.’ I was tugging her leggings down to the ankles in the meanwhile.
‘I can’t do that. It might really show a bit too much.’ She said as she lifted her legs up to get out of her leggings and panties. ‘I still don’t know.’
I pulled her leggings and panties off of her. ‘Don’t say just no just yet. Think about it.’ I said. We left the conversation there as her wet pussy really looked invited and I was quite hard for a lot of the time in the evening and I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to as well from the look of it.

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So it was after a day from all this and Anis was supposed to come in the evening. So I got home a bit late due to traffic and got in time by the door to find Anis was just behind me coming in as well. We had a chat for a bit and we rang the door bell. I had not seen Sahana yet, so had no idea what she wearing. Sahana opened the door, gave me a kiss and went up to Anis to give him a hug. I saw that Anis lightly touched her back during the hug and had a surprised look in his eyes for a bit. Sahana was not wearing a bra. Her Tee-shirt just ended just over the mid over her ass. The shortest T-shirt she had worn just yet. And as they let go, I could see a hint of nipple there. She without looking at me went straight to the kitchen. She was feeling shy and did not want to face me just yet.

We went to the kitchen and sat at the dining table, talking to her as she was cooking. We were looking at her whilst chatting, as she moved about, stretching, bending down, etc. We were mesmerized by the grace she was cooking. Faria, Anis’s wife, moved up to Australia, as her father became ill and would be staying there for a while so we invited him to eat with us till then whenever he could. As Sahana was cooking I had to test something for myself, I went up to her and hugged her, gave her a peck on her lips, ‘I missed you today,’ I said, I needed a purpose to go up to her. In the meantime I slipped by hands behind her and cupped her ass in front of Anis. I did not care anymore. My wife was looking hot I wanted to touch her and make our intimacy normal in front of Anis and realized she was not wearing any panties. She was such a shy little exhibitionist slut!
‘Go away!,’ she said as pushed me playfully, ‘sit down, Anis is looking. What will he think?’
‘He will think nothing other than the fact that, you are a hot looking woman whose is not stuck up like other Bengali women out there,’ I complimented her and she was blushing . It worked. ‘Am I correct in the analysis Anis?’ I asked him.

‘Of course,’ Anis joined in. ’don’t get me wrong Sahana, and you also Ali, don’t get me wrong. But Sahana is looking good and these days she is dressing freely, not like she used to. This is what liberated people should be like.’ That smooth bastard was complimenting her.
I wanted to try something, to embarrass and throw off the both of them and see how they react. ‘You know Anis, I tell her to dress more liberally. As the weather is becoming hotter, I am telling her to go without bra and panties.’ I said and saw her freeze. Anis gave a look in her direction, trying to figure it out. ‘Also it removes panty lines as well.’
‘Don’t say stuff like that, you are making me embarrassed,’ said she after a moment or two, ‘Anis, don’t mind him, he is just blabbering.’ She was handling it pretty well. She was not angry or anything.
‘Sahana, you don’t have to worry about me with all those things when I am here you can be whatever you are comfortable in,’ Anis told her, reassuring, trying to be the gentleman he is. We were lucky to be adventurous with Anis and not some sleazy bastard.

The rest of the time till dinner, Anis was trying to take a look at her ass, to figure out if she was wearing panties or not, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra from the hug. Just then, as her cooking ended and she bent down with her legs straight to pull bowls out just in front of us and black legging covered ass came into our view and was quite close, Anis discovered she was not wearing panties either. I was hard from her teasing, I sure he was as well. As she turned around and put the plates down and take her apron off, I could clearly make out her stiff nipples. She was turned on by all this. Even her camel toe was nice and prominent. As she went behind Anis to fix the table, only I could she her, she flashed me a naughty grin. Like all first time, this is was the first time was acknowledging that all this was intentional and not an accident.

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After dinner, even though the next day we had work, we decided to finish the last remaining whiskey, and decided to make a game of it. We decided on a short game of truth or dare and decided that the dares and truths had to be tame. So we sat around on the floor, kept equal distance amongst each other, Sahana sat half Indian style again with knees upright, bent legs splayed and like last time her camel toe was showing. So we poured ourselves the drink on empty glasses (Sahana with her whiskey coke) and spun the bottle. It landed on Anis and the other end was Sahana. Sahana asked truth or dare. He replied with truth, Sahana asked him how many girlfriends he had besides his present wife. He said three.

Again the bottle was spun it landed on me, tail end was my wife. I said truth and she asked me the same question, I was seeing a pattern here. I replied with two, I had two girlfriends before my wife. I asked myself how I never said any of these to my wife. She looked at me.

On the next spin the bottle fell on Anis, tail end was me. Anis said dare. I dared him to dance for us for a minute. I put on some music on my phone; he got up and put some moves with his hands in the air for a minute, giving some dorky old Govinda Bollywood moves, making us all laugh.

The next spin fell on Sahana. Anis asked truth or dare. She thought for a minute and decided truth. She did not want to dance. Anis asked how many boyfriends she had before marriage. She shot me and Anis a look, I said, ‘it’s only fair’. She said one. This was news to me. Not that I am bothered. But I was interested. She was just a bit uncomfortable. I got up over to her, gave her a kiss, while she was still sitting, to say it’s alright. She did not mention any of this is because I never asked.

The next time bottle was spun. It pointed to her again, I asked her truth or dare, she said truth instantly followed by biting her tongue, and she wanted to say dare but by mistake she said truth. We decided what she said first sticks. So I asked her a question that was how far she went with her boyfriend sexually, what base? She was shocked at such a question. We were fairly tipsy by now, with Sahana buzzed the most from being a new drinker. But still she looked at me pleading look, we reminded her she had to say the truth, she could have lied but I was banking on my naïve horny wife speaking the truth. After much hesitation she said, ‘Ali, honey , you can’t be mad at me and Anis, you are a dear friend, so keep a secret and this never gets out. Okay?’ We both nodded with excitement. ‘I,’ she said, ‘went as far as giving my last boyfriend of three years a handjob, while he was touching me, groping me everywhere. I did it so that he won’t pester about sex.’ As she said it she came to me and put her head on my shoulder, ashamed to look at any of us. I caressed her hair and patted on her back to make her feel alright.

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‘It’s alright,’ I said. ‘You don’t need to worry about that. It’s normal. You say it as if you didn’t like it?’ I asked my innocent wife.
She put her head up, looked at me, ‘how can you ask me such things?’ She said, hitting me playfully on my chest. ‘If you touch some girl, would you feel bad?’
‘So you enjoyed it, enjoyed touching him there?’ I asked and she hit me again.
Anis this time joined the conversation, ‘don’t be so shy and embarrassed. Every girl has done things like that and a lot of them have done a lot more than you. You know Faria had a boyfriend before me and they had sex, I didn’t mind.’ He said trying to ease the embarrassment Sahana thought she was facing.

‘Look,’ I said holding Sahana’s chin up making her look at me, ‘like him I do not mind either. I am glad you have fun; people should have fun rather than be some boring chaste virgin.’ She giggled, relaxed a bit more now. ‘Hell the adventures Anis had with one of girlfriend pales all of our adventures in comparison,’ I said looking at Anis, smiled. I wanted him to tell about his adventures.
‘No I don’t think I should tell you guys anything.’ He replied. ‘It’s not even my turn.’
‘Please tell us,’ Sahana pleaded, ‘we want to know.’ He still shook no. ‘Okay,’ she said going back to her place and spun the bottle and it landed on him and she was on the tail end, like she wanted I thought. ‘Okay, your turn and for you I chose truth.’ She said confidently without giving Anis a choice, ‘now,’ she said, ‘tell us your adventure.’ Then Anis made a series of protests and I too pleaded for him to tell the stories (even though I knew them all, I wanted Sahana to hear them).

‘Okay, I get to make someone else’s choice next time,’ he started, ‘once in the middle of our relationship Faria and I took a break, for couple of months. So I started seeing this other girl. She was hot, way out of any man’s league. She was adventurous and fun. So we experimented with… you know things…’
‘What things?’ Sahana interjected.
After a bit of hesitation, ‘we did it with other people together, us with another girl or us with another guy, stuff like that,’ he said.
This revelation drew a sudden gasp from Sahana. She had seen these in porn movies, quite frequently in my collections, but would never guess people in real life did them, especially the people she knew, her friends. ‘So you guys did not mind each other with someone else?’
‘She loved it, I loved the experience. I am not the jealous type, you see. It was fun to see her satisfied,’ he replied, ‘Because, for that girl, one man was not enough to fully give her all the pleasures.’ As Sahana was still reeling from all this new information and also seeing the gentlemen Anis in such a new light. Anis exclaimed, ‘my turn to spin’ and spun the bottle, and by some celestial irony it landed on Sahana and with him in the tail end, so he immediately without respite, called out, ‘Sahana it’s your turn and it’s a dare.’ This was going to be sweet revenge.

As Sahana was about to protest, I chimed in, ‘it’s fair you see, the last time you did not give him a choice.’ Anis nodded in approval and Sahana scowled, waiting to face her fate. Anis thought for bit and looked at me for ideas; I quickly went to him and whispered in his ears. He looked at me and as it was coming from me knew that I was alright with it.
‘Okay,’ he announced, ‘Sahana you would have to wear a pair of heels of your choice, and give us a catwalk and a dance.’
Sahana immediately protested, came towards me and started lightly punching my arm; Anis told her to calm down and reminded her of the rules and that after his embarrassing dance this was all right. She then focused herself and downed the whiskey coke she had beside her, looked at me and squinted. I mouthed an “I love you” at her. She got up and looked at Anis and said, ‘okay, I will do it,’ with her nipples now rock hard like pointy needles, ‘but, Anis, you will choose my heels.’ She, my horny wife was really getting into it. I was so proud of her confidence. Maybe it was alcohol talking as well.

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Anis and I did our hip hip hoorays and in the midst of all that excitement I slapped her ass in excitement, ‘You go girl,’ I said, making her ass jiggle for a split second that caught Anis’s eyes. I was doing that a lot these days, slapping her ass playfully, doing that in front of Anis was even more exciting. I could see the longing for that pert juicy ass in his gentlemen eyes. Sahana made no acknowledgement of that as she walked away to come back after with her hair tied in a ponytail, her nipples still erect, her leggings still tightly pulled up to her crotch with camel toe showing, and two pairs of heels in her hand. One was a pair of four inch heel pumps and another was a three inch heel black ankle boots that I got her last week.
‘You choose,’ she said to Anis. Anis after thinking for a bit, with a devilish smile, chose the ankle boots. Nice, I thought, Anis had excellent taste. We abandoned our post and sat on the big sofa, clearing away what was in front of us to make space. We knew the game was over.

She went back into our room to emerge after a bit. Wearing those ankle boots, She cat walked the best she could, head high , shoulders and back straight, breasts outwards showing shapely under her t-shirt. After she came near us, she turned around like the models did, first sideways and with her hands on her hips; she turned fully with her ass to us. She looked marvelous like a sensuous goddess, sharing her beauty with her husband and friends. Her pert ass had the leggings encased over it, as if her leggings had been pasted and sown on her ass, her round globe shape right in front us. And she walked back and then she stopped. Anis nudged me as soon as she stopped. I shouted, ‘Now dance.’ She shot a look at me and slowly walked towards me as I searched my phone quickly to start a song.

She got to me bent down and gave me a kiss, not a quick peck on the lips but a full on kiss, then she walked to my friend next to me and got between his legs, put her left knee on the sofa end in front of his crotch area, bent down and gave him a hug, saying, ‘thank you for the evening it was fun, you naughty pervert, I am lucky to have such a fun friend,’ she giggled, ‘but after this dance you will have to go, it’s getting late,’ and he hugged her back this time his hand to her waist and lower back. This hug was really erotic as she was almost on his lap, her knee was so close to his crotch and she was saying goodbye to him in such an intimate manner. Then she left him and walked seductively to the middle of the area in front of us, swaying her hips. When we asked her to dance we thought she would goof around, but now we find her to be really into it. Her exhibitionist side had fully taken over and she wanted to show. If we boys both had not been wearing jeans our hard-ons would have probably ripped our trousers open.

The beats became louder as I turned the volume up and the song started getting into the RnB rhythm. She started to sway her hips more with the beat, put her hands up to her hair and sway some more, before letting her hair open, all with her eyes closed. It was a dance by a goddess. After a while of the same movement she opened her eyes, smiling a half smile, first at me and then at Anis. Anis let out a wolf-whistle at her and she laughed, more comfortable now, drinking in the praise, and got back to her dancing with even more passion. Even a week ago I would have never expected my wife to give us such exotic dance. We, us men, were sitting uncomfortably with our hands on our crotches, hiding our bulges, inspired her more. As she was dragging her hands up the sides of the body, she was pulling at her T-shirts up every now and then and her lovely navel came to our view for split seconds. Anis’s opened mouth jaw was on the floor, there was no pretense anymore as he stared. She wanted him to look or else why put up a show like this? She was now shaking her body with the music more and turned around, showing us her prominently swaying ass.

She turned and around came closer, still swaying with the music, with her eyes locked at us, with a knowing smile. Her camel toe looked inviting as she moved in the slow dance. Then she did the unthinkable. As was now nearer to us, she turned around to her back to us, bent down at the waist with her legs straight, her tight black leggings covered panty less ass pointing straight at our direction, if looked closely one could make out the crevice where her ass went and near down to the pussy lips. ‘I love these shoes, I would like to wear them to bed,’ she announced for us to hear, still swaying her hips and her ass. She was deliberately showing us her ass in the closest range situational-ly possible. Then she, still in that bent position, turned her head sideways back to us, looking straight at Anis’s eyes. ‘Anis, my friend, Ali and I are going to bed now, you are welcome to finish the drink, but please shut the door tight when you leave.’ She said, in an almost hoarse and cracking voice, sultry from the whiskey coke she drank earlier, a voice dripping of sex. This scene with her bent down talking to Anis had to be the most erotic scene I had seen in my life. If I touched myself now I would have cum then and there.
I got my signal, stopped the song, I picked up Sahana and carried her to our bedroom and shouted back at Anis, ‘bye dude, see you soon.’ And shut our bedroom door and stated pulling each other’s clothes out of each other’s body in lusty frenzy.

We had the wildest sex till date. She allowed me to eat her pussy for the first timeand then held my head guiding me as I ate her. Then also for the first time I fucked her in the doggy style. She was simply animalistic, moaning and being the most vocal she had ever been. I don’t know how long Anis was in the living room and if he heard us or not. I hoped he did. Maybe Sahana was vocal hoping Anis would be outside.
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[nik3]

Best story I liked on xossip. Good job buddy! Post entire story?

[ninebythreeinches]

very good story keep it coming

[sarit11]

Seema2016 
Ali might have lost the company of Sahana , but he might have gained something else. A subconscious need of seeing Sahana in the company of another male and in this case Anis. A threesome would be very awkward.

breville1

We're jumping the gun here.....we're anticipating the usual "symptoms" of a cuckold hubby!!

But I agree, the story already alludes to the Ali's subconscious and yet to be apparent, desire to see Sahana with, most probably, Anis. Something to do with her original conservatism and now the "awakening" of her true exhibitionist side??

I'll just say, as a normal red blooded man, that it is erotic watching a woman having sex (porn) or masturbating. Some men, probably a small percentage, take it further and want to actually see the woman (wife, GF) with another man.....and various forms of cuckoldism beckon. If the hubby doesn't mind watching another man do his wife, then he could join in, couldn't he? Was there a particular reason why you thought it could be very awkward? Perhaps because she wants to enjoy without the "guilt" of her husband actually being there?? Women can feel awkward if the hubby is around. Or perhaps hubby gets a greater kick out of it if his wife didn't know that he was Ok with her going with another man?? A sort of hybrid cuckold/bored wife scenario??

It takes a special kind of woman to do that. Or does it? If we had the full permission of our spouse/partner, wouldn't we grab it with both hands??? In the throes of our enjoyment, we forget that everyone has different perspectives. Maybe the wife enjoys more with the other men, maybe the she or the other man or both start to have feelings for each other. Where does it leave the couple?

I think about this whenever I come across a cuckold story.....And I forget that we're here to enjoy erotica without concerns!

Roll on Mr Dhaka!!

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Continuation 2

Early in the morning, I suddenly woke up, naked, thirsty, I saw Sahana still sleeping beside me, naked. I got up, went for a piss, locked the main door and drank some water. I found that all the glasses and bottles had been cleared up, washed and put on the drying racks. Maybe this was a way of saying thank you by Anis for such a wonderful evening and as I mentioned earlier he was a perfect gentleman. I went back to my bedroom to find my wife was already up and ready to go to the bathroom. I went back to have a lie-down before I finally get up. Being in a state of nudity like this and in such early hours might become normal I thought. Five minutes passed, after I lied down flat on my back, with my eyes shut, to find a presence hovering over my crotch. I opened my eyes to find my wife on all fours bent down, fondling my cock. She looked at me giggled, blushing, said, ‘good morning, hope you slept well,’ after which she giggled once more and brought her face to my cock, smelling it, pulling her tongue out and licking the tip. I was in heaven, I never expected her to be so close to my organ.

I never asked her for a blowjob either, fearing negative reaction from her part. But here she was voluntarily licking my penis. She giggled once more, looked at me to find me staring, blushed some more and looked away, hiding her face on my cock. I was getting hard for such intimacy and started to rise sliding against her face. She again looked at me, took hold of it and kept eyecontact as she rose her head up and took my cock into her mouth. I had blowjobs before, great orals but coming from my shy, demure, innocent wife, I was feeling an otherworldly sensation. I was careful not to push her head down as I was running my fingers through her hair as she was experimenting with her first ever blowjob (?). She varied her approach to what was okay for her. Sometimes sucked the mushroom head, sometimes took it further in. I just could not look away from her going at it. I managed to cheekily say between moans, ‘you sure you have never given one?’ She stopped what she was doing with the mushroom head still lodged in her mouth, she shot me a look. I immediately said, ‘No, you are doing an excellent job,’ as a redeemer. She took the penis out and chuckled, mouthed thank you and went back to it. ‘Any man would be lucky to have a blowjob from you,’ I said and in response she again looked at me with a dick in her mouth and so I let it go. But because of my old habit I could not keep quiet for long. ‘You looked amazing last night. Oh so amazing. The way you walked, danced. Oh! Your ass!’ I said as a sensation went through me.

She took the cock out of her mouth and said, ‘really?’ giving my dick head a few licks before waiting for my response. She was having a conversation with me while giving me a blowjob, this was certainly a new development, her old sense of shame is gone and a slut had taken over and I loved it. A week before the mere utterance of the word blowjob would have brought repulsion from her.

‘Really,’ I said as she went back to the blowjob, ‘Anis enjoyed it too. He was staring at the whole time. I can’t fault him, you looked amazing.’ Her intensity increased, this conversation and the mention of Anis had effects on her. ‘The way you bent over. Uff! The best. I am happy that you and he become good friends. Wear comfortable clothes as much as you can, he won’t mind and in fact love it if you looked sexy.’ She looked at me and back again at the dick as she now was jacking me off and simultaneously sucking me. The talks had put her in edge and I was about to come. ‘I am coming,’ I said to her and she took my cock and started to simply wank it and within seconds I was spasmed and was spurting all over. Most of it hit her chest, chin and neck and some fell on my pubes. After I finished ejaculating and came back to my senses, I saw her scooping the glob from my short pubes and I caught her putting a glob from her fingers straight to her mouth and lick it clean. My wife had hit her peak inner slut. Since witnessing this awakening in her, I couldn’t wait what was in store for us.

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I was in office that late afternoon. We had not talked about the incidents last night ever since the blowjob. I was about to shut of my PC and go for a cup of tea, when I received a call from Sahana.
‘Hello,’ she said, ‘Could you come home early today I called Subhas-kaka to get me a electrician to fix the Air-con?’
‘Okay, But why do I need to come?
‘Just do, please. Come home quick.’ She said and responded with a okay and she hung up. I left the office.

Subhas or Subhas-kaka (kaka was a word for uncle in Bengali) as we called him, was the caretaker of our building. He was about fifty years old, short, dark, bellied and with a moustache covering most of his upper lip. He was amiable, a quick-witted jokester, jolly kind of fellow, but honest, hardworking, never gossiped about others. He usually wearing a lungi and a shirt, with a smile painted across his face. He took care of all the utility troubles in the apartment building and generally helped out everyone, in return flat owners gave him tips and the apartment complex paid him a salary. I knew Subhas-kaka from childhood, as he worked in my father’s house as a caretaker. It was through my reference that he got a job in the building. So he kept a lookout for me always out of loyalty.

As I got home, I rang the bell and from inside Subhas-kaka opened the door. ‘Subhas-kaka, where is Sahana?’ I asked him.
‘We came here just now; Didi is in the room showing the electrician.’ He replied smiling. By Didi he was referring to Sahana as he called her Didi, meaning elder sister in Bengali, whereas we called him Kaka, which meant uncle. I found also why he mentioned that they came here now. Also the way he said “in the room showing the electrician” sounded a bit odd, jokey kind of way. I did not pay head to it.
As I walked in into the living room, Sahana called me from the bedroom to come to her. As I walked in, with Subhas-kaka following me, I discovered why he said what he said. The electrician was squatting in front of the blown socket, which was about his head height while full squatting, and Sahana beside him was bent at her hips with knees slightly bent. She was wearing what she was wearing last night. A lime colored T-shirt and black leggings. Her leggings were tight on her legs and thighs making the shape of her legs known to both men. I was wondering about her undergarments. As I went closer and to her other side I was shocked to learn that that like last night she was not wearing anything underneath.

Then it dawned on me. She had rushed me home so that I witness and take part in this game of hers and mine and that socket fixing was just an excuse for her to show off to these men. The electrician was having trouble concentrating with having a luscious young female, who smelled of perfume, bent beside him with braless hanging boobs so near his face, T-shirt covered boobs that he could see, and he did occasionally, when he moved his head sideways to answer her questions. The electrician was a young, lanky fellow named Sharif. My gaze now went from the electrician to Sahana to Subhas-kaka to actually him find staring at Sahana, especially her juicy ass and leggings stretched out over it, in the pretense of looking at the electrician and the socket. As I caught him looking at her ass, he shifted his gaze to me, smiled and started a conversation on the topic that sockets blowout these days pretty easily. I then asked him how he was and everything. I noticed that his eyes although was on me and the floor infront of him (in the Bengali cultural context on of lower status of age/class did not look one of higher status in the eye) as he was talking to me, but his eyes was struggling to not look at Sahana’s ass. She was still bent and still talking, which was all pretense obviously. I could not fault him for looking at her ass, any man would, and rather he was trying to show restraint at least in front of me.

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Then Subhas-kaka told Sahana in a sincere manner that if she stays bent like that for long her ‘back’ would hurt and that she should take care of her ‘back’. As I said, he was a jokester and good with innuendos, so when he said ‘back’, I was sure he had meant something else. I should have been annoyed with his remarks, but I surprisingly wasn’t as the situation and my wife’s showing had me a bit aroused. Also, that this was Subhas-kaka, who did not have a bad record when he worked for us, as one of the maids then tried to get with him and he refused, saying that it would not be proper, and the other maids gossiped of that incident and that the maid wanted to get with him was because he had a massive dick, so the incident brew into a scandal and the rejected maid was fired for misconduct. So I knew Subhas-kaka, as he always feared for his job, which was all he had and would not do anything inappropriate to jeopardize it.

My wife did not say anything either, but rather agreed, ‘you are right,’ then straightened herself, bent slightly backwards to stretch, tightening the T-shirt over her boobs and the front end of the T-shirt riding up, exposing her panty less, leggings covered, crotch area that nowadays always had the cloth bunched into the crevice making a camel toe. The electrician had the best view as he looked sideways to see her straighten and get rewarded with a view of her tight crotch, shapely legs and thighs and the bare navel area that got exposed due to the T-shirt riding up. Subhas-kaka was treated to the view of the jiggle and movement of her breasts, from the side. Although the T-Shirt was not tight but her shapely boobs with no visible droop were outlined and her boobs were large enough to stand out like that. As I was seeing Sahana straighten herself, in my line of sight I saw Subhas-kaka’s lungi, who was opposite of me on the other side of sahana, twitch a bit for a second.
Then in that instant Subhas-kaka put his hands in front of him and walked fast out of the room, saying, ‘Didi, Ali-bhai, I need to go turn on the light on the corridors, I will be back.’ It was not even remotely dark yet.

The electrician was finished, but sat in his position for a while, breathing in and out, before getting up, taking his fees from me. He took one last look at Sahana and about to leave when Subhas-kaka walked in, saw that everything was done, he started to ask around if anything else needed fixing. He was just stalling to continue looking at Sahana, every now and then. After a while, he asked for his leave after taking one last long look at Sahana.

My wife, Sahana, had made the day of two men today. They never have probably seen a woman dressed like this, so freely, women who looked like they were made for sex, at least in their minds. The body and image of Sahana is probably etched into their minds, every curve, every ups and downs, and they will think of it and pleasure themselves in their own time. Every other husband in the world would have been angry at their wife acting like this, but I am not every other husband. I was not jealous and petty, I was proud that my wife was this hot and was capable of such transformation. Also I noticed the fact that she had called me to see her doing this. She could have done it easily in my absence and maybe tell me later or not tell me. But, she did not do that; she had called me home in some false pretense to have me observe her in her shananigans. I was thinking of few reasons. One, it maybe aroused her more knowing that I was watching. Two, that if anything was getting out of hand, I would stop it. Three, to feel secure knowing that I was there and no harm could come to her, as the men today could have harmed her or made advances. Four and most importantly, to share this with me, the way she shared other things and would not do things behind my back. I hoped all these were true.

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Sahana locked the door and came to me, looked at me and gave me a smile. She probably knew that I had already figured out her shenanigans already. I said to her, ‘now that the air conditioner socket is fixed we don’t have to feel so hot anymore for the coming summer, isn’t it?’
‘No, it’s alright. Having the Air con on would increase the electricity bills, we should save money,‘ she replied. Feeling cool during summer meant she had no excuse to wear relatively revealing clothes. She flashed me a naughty smile. ‘I just fixed it because the socket needed fixing. We could only turn them on when we are feeling really hot. Like now I am feeling really hot,’ she said, as she simply took hold of the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down, leaving her naked down from her waist and her nicely styled pubes came into view.

‘You, naughty girl…. Not wearing panties when we have electricians and caretakers at our home. What will they think of my wife?’ I spoke, putting my hands behind her and grabbing her ass.
‘Tell them summer is coming, ac was not working and it’s too hot to wear panties,’ she replied, teasing me.
‘From what they saw, they probably know what your ass looks like,’ I said as I lightly slapped her ass, ‘They know what those legs look like, how flat that tummy is, and what your boobs are like,’ as I put my right hand under her T-shirt and grabbed her left boob, I continued, ’they will imagine you in their wildest fantasy in their private times and touch themselves.’ I tried to put graphic details of her being in their masturbatory fantasy. I wanted to introduce the thought of her being a fantasy among men into our conversation and leave no pretences.

‘Chi!!’ she exclaimed and hit me in me in the chest, ‘And I wasn’t naked or something like that.‘ She then looked into my eyes and said, ‘are you angry that they have seen me like that and will imagine me at their private time?’
‘And probably do this,’ I pointed out with my left hand making a jerking off motion. I really wanted her to face the facts and admit to it that masturbation is what they are going to do. ‘And no,’ I replied, ’no I am not angry. You are experimenting and have come a long way and is now a much freer person. I am proud and happy that people are jealous of me and that I get to be with you, they are envious of what I get to do with you.’ She gave me a hug and a kiss.