29-11-2020, 12:10 PM
Sexy Twist in Hot Wife Shwetha's Life
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01-12-2020, 03:28 PM
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01-01-2021, 09:12 PM
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Update #13
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
The movie was still going on. Sindhu sat between the kids and started watching the movie. Fifteen minutes were over and there was no sign of Shwetha! Did she go to get waxing? If so, her husband would be lucky. She was tempted to call and inform him. But she restrained herself. What if Shwetha was still thinking outside? It would be a big upset for Manoj!
After another thirty minutes, Sindhu saw a commotion in their row. She looked intently in the darkness and it was Shwetha. She came and sat beside her daughter. There was a strange look on her face - mixture of shame and excitement.
Sindhu looked at her questioningly. In response, Shwetha smiled coyly and showed her thumbs up.
The match on the TV was between Germany and France. Thirty minutes into the game, the two countries stood at 2-2. The two teams were playing exceptionally. One German player hit the ball and it almost touched the goal post. But French goalkeeper caught it in mid air. The whole stadium erupted in shouts.
It was then Manoj’s mobile beeped. He grabbed it from the table without moving his eyes away from the TV. He brought the phone up between the TV and his face. It was an SMS from his wife. He opened it.
Dear shopper, your order for beautiful and hot wife Shwetha was confirmed. Your order will be delivered soon. Thank you for shopping with us.
It took a moment for Manoj to digest what he was reading. When he understood what it was, everything around him went into oblivion. The TV roar was lost. The game stood still.
He wanted to dance with joy. He had very less hopes on Shwetha given the fact that she was a close friend to Sindhu and she would never sacrifice her friendship for sex.
He sent a reply to his wife: Are you kidding or is it true?
Soon came the reply: 100% true. Do you want any gift wrapper to your delivery?
Manoj understood what she meant and thought for a moment. Then typed: Packed in a transparent saree like a high class escort.
Reply came: Your gift order confirmed. Will be delivered in another 90 minutes.
“Shh…why are you laughing?” Shwetha asked.
“I just told Manoj that he is going to have a feast tonight.”
Shwetha’s cheeks became red with those words. “What was his response?” she asked eagerly.
“Poor fellow! Must be jumping now madly.”
They both laughed in a hushed manner.
“Manoj had a special request,” Sindhu said.
“What?”
“He wants you to go to him like a high class escort in a transparent saree. You will play a role of high class escort. Is it okay?”
The idea seemed appealing to Shwetha. She had been wondering about the awkward moment when she would meet him in his bedroom. Through the role play, she could avoid that awkward moment now. She would simply behave like an escort. And he would fuck her hard like fucking a slut. With that thought, Shwetha squeezed her thighs tight. Her pussy ached for pleasure.
“I am okay with that. But what about the transparent saree?” she said.
“After the movie, we will do quick shopping.”
Thankfully the movie was over in another fifteen minutes. They came out of the theater along with the kids and ran into a saree shop in the same mall. They selected a transparent saree and matching blouse.
Shwetha changed into the saree in the changing room. She looked sexy in the transparent attire. Her blouse was clearly visible, giving idea to any man how much assets she owned. Even though the blouse was covering her boobs completely, a little cleavage was visible, ready to tease men.
What’s more? The backless blouse was exposing her strong and beautiful back. There was an enormous naked space between her blouse and petticoat with ample view of her sexy waist and navel.
When she came out, Sindhu whispered, “I would love to fuck you too.”
“You shameless!”
As they stood at the billing counter, the cashier drooled over her. He devoured her swaying sexy back and the little crease in her waist as she walked out of the shop. ‘Sexy bitch,’ he uttered inwardly and adjusted his erection secretly under the table.
Update #13
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
The movie was still going on. Sindhu sat between the kids and started watching the movie. Fifteen minutes were over and there was no sign of Shwetha! Did she go to get waxing? If so, her husband would be lucky. She was tempted to call and inform him. But she restrained herself. What if Shwetha was still thinking outside? It would be a big upset for Manoj!
After another thirty minutes, Sindhu saw a commotion in their row. She looked intently in the darkness and it was Shwetha. She came and sat beside her daughter. There was a strange look on her face - mixture of shame and excitement.
Sindhu looked at her questioningly. In response, Shwetha smiled coyly and showed her thumbs up.
***
Manoj was watching football on the TV. Most of his friends were fond of Cricket. But to him, Cricket is a gentle game without much action. Whereas in football, the action is continuous and high voltage.The match on the TV was between Germany and France. Thirty minutes into the game, the two countries stood at 2-2. The two teams were playing exceptionally. One German player hit the ball and it almost touched the goal post. But French goalkeeper caught it in mid air. The whole stadium erupted in shouts.
It was then Manoj’s mobile beeped. He grabbed it from the table without moving his eyes away from the TV. He brought the phone up between the TV and his face. It was an SMS from his wife. He opened it.
Dear shopper, your order for beautiful and hot wife Shwetha was confirmed. Your order will be delivered soon. Thank you for shopping with us.
It took a moment for Manoj to digest what he was reading. When he understood what it was, everything around him went into oblivion. The TV roar was lost. The game stood still.
He wanted to dance with joy. He had very less hopes on Shwetha given the fact that she was a close friend to Sindhu and she would never sacrifice her friendship for sex.
He sent a reply to his wife: Are you kidding or is it true?
Soon came the reply: 100% true. Do you want any gift wrapper to your delivery?
Manoj understood what she meant and thought for a moment. Then typed: Packed in a transparent saree like a high class escort.
Reply came: Your gift order confirmed. Will be delivered in another 90 minutes.
***
Reading Manoj’s messages, Sindhu laughed a little louder in the theater.“Shh…why are you laughing?” Shwetha asked.
“I just told Manoj that he is going to have a feast tonight.”
Shwetha’s cheeks became red with those words. “What was his response?” she asked eagerly.
“Poor fellow! Must be jumping now madly.”
They both laughed in a hushed manner.
“Manoj had a special request,” Sindhu said.
“What?”
“He wants you to go to him like a high class escort in a transparent saree. You will play a role of high class escort. Is it okay?”
The idea seemed appealing to Shwetha. She had been wondering about the awkward moment when she would meet him in his bedroom. Through the role play, she could avoid that awkward moment now. She would simply behave like an escort. And he would fuck her hard like fucking a slut. With that thought, Shwetha squeezed her thighs tight. Her pussy ached for pleasure.
“I am okay with that. But what about the transparent saree?” she said.
“After the movie, we will do quick shopping.”
Thankfully the movie was over in another fifteen minutes. They came out of the theater along with the kids and ran into a saree shop in the same mall. They selected a transparent saree and matching blouse.
Shwetha changed into the saree in the changing room. She looked sexy in the transparent attire. Her blouse was clearly visible, giving idea to any man how much assets she owned. Even though the blouse was covering her boobs completely, a little cleavage was visible, ready to tease men.
What’s more? The backless blouse was exposing her strong and beautiful back. There was an enormous naked space between her blouse and petticoat with ample view of her sexy waist and navel.
When she came out, Sindhu whispered, “I would love to fuck you too.”
“You shameless!”
As they stood at the billing counter, the cashier drooled over her. He devoured her swaying sexy back and the little crease in her waist as she walked out of the shop. ‘Sexy bitch,’ he uttered inwardly and adjusted his erection secretly under the table.
04-01-2021, 11:04 AM
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07-03-2021, 01:14 PM
Hello friends, sorry for late update. It took a while to post the update. Hope you will enjoy this one. Please let me know your feedback.
Update # 14
Sitting in the cab, Sindhu Told Sasmitha and Mahek, “Kids, shall we go to Sprints?” Sprints was a play area nearby her house.
“Ohhh…we love to,” both the kids echoed.
“Okay, excellent. We will go to Sprints,” Sindhu announced.
“But I cannot come today. I am tired,” Shwetha said in a complaining manner.
Both the kids put a disappointing face.
“Don’t worry, Shwetha,” Sindhu said. “You go home and take rest. I will go along with the kids.”
“Are you sure you can manage both?”
“Sure.”
The two little girls' faces lit up again. Shwetha and Sindhu exchanged meaningful glances. Shwetha squeezed her friend's arm and whispered, “Thanks.”
Sindhu smiled. “Welcome dear. But don’t forget I will take this favour back. First, we will drop you at the house, then we will go to Sprints. Also tell Manoj not to worry about dinner. I will bring a parcel.”
Shwetha nodded.
It was almost six in the evening when they reached Sindhu’s apartment building. Shwetha came out of the cab.
“All the best!” Sindhu whispered again. “We will not come until nine so don’t worry. And don’t forget about your role.”
Shwetha’s face became read with embarrassment and shame. She quickly said goodbye and walked towards the lift. Each step got heavier as she thought about what she was going to do. What Manoj must be doing now? That thought made her knees go weak with expectation and embarrassment at the same time.
She pressed the calling bell. And the door opened. A smart middle-aged man opened the door and stared at her, from top to bottom.
She stood there, transfixed, not knowing what to do next.
Then the man asked, “Are you the one Raman sent?”
She went pale. “Who Raman?”
“Raman…the broker.”
Wow…stupid of me. How could I forget the role play? “Yes,” she mumbled.
“Come in,” he invited.
Shwetha stepped inside and looked around. The house remained the same as she left in the morning. The only difference was she was not a visitor now, but a hooker.
What impressed her most was the fact that Manoj also donned nice clothes. He could have remained in casuals and still she was his for the night. But he put an effort to present himself in a good manner.
“You are looking beautiful,” he said, examining her closely now.
His looks were piercing into her being. “Thank you.”
As she sat on the sofa, Manoj disappeared into the kitchen and came back after a minute, with two cups of coffee.
“So nice of you,” she said, taking one cup.
Manoj did not sit opposite her as he did usually. He sat beside her, not just beside her but close to her. Shwetha’s breathing became heavier and faster. She took a sip of coffee and it helped her soothe.
“You are looking sexy,” he said, sipping from his cup.
“Thanks,” she said again.
Then he did something which made her go wild instantly. His fingers gently brushed her naked waist between her saree and petticoat. “You have soft skin.”
The cup in her hands started wobbling. She feared the coffee might spill on her saree. But, before that could happen, Manoj took the cup from her hands and put it on the teapoy. The next moment, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. By this unexpected action, she lost her balance and fell into his lap.
Manoj turned her face towards him, bent down and kissed her lips. Before she could realize what was happening, Manoj was crushing her lips. She started melting like butter in his lap. Without her knowledge, her two legs left the ground and came onto the sofa. Now she was laying on the sofa, her torso completely in his lap.
The kiss lasted for long. When his lips left hers, her lips were on fire. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then again he bent down and pressed her lips. Looking deep into her eyes, he gave her short kisses again and again. Shwetha, on the other hand, wanting more and more, sometimes stared into him and sometimes looked away shyly.
Her shy reaction drove Manoj crazy and he started kissing every inch of her face. Soon there was no single spot on her face where he had not touched and kissed.
Before she knew it, she realized something was poking at her left cheek. When she found what it was, her already red face had become cherry-red. The bulge was so big the tool inside must be eager to come out and see the light.
Seeing where her eyes were darting, Manoj’s hand reached to his zipper. Knowing what he was about to do, Shwetha covered her face with her both hands.
“This shyness of yours is driving me crazy,” Manoj said, pulling his zipper down and at the same time removing her hands from her face. The next moment, before she had any time to think, he turned her face towards him and his rock-hard cock touched her soft lips.
Without her efforts, her mouth opened as if in auto mode and the sturdy cock slipped past her lips into her mouth, touching the roof. Shwetha sensed as if she had taken some hot thing into her mouth. She felt full as Manoj shoved his thick cock inch by inch into her soft mouth.
Shwetha moaned.
Update # 14
Sitting in the cab, Sindhu Told Sasmitha and Mahek, “Kids, shall we go to Sprints?” Sprints was a play area nearby her house.
“Ohhh…we love to,” both the kids echoed.
“Okay, excellent. We will go to Sprints,” Sindhu announced.
“But I cannot come today. I am tired,” Shwetha said in a complaining manner.
Both the kids put a disappointing face.
“Don’t worry, Shwetha,” Sindhu said. “You go home and take rest. I will go along with the kids.”
“Are you sure you can manage both?”
“Sure.”
The two little girls' faces lit up again. Shwetha and Sindhu exchanged meaningful glances. Shwetha squeezed her friend's arm and whispered, “Thanks.”
Sindhu smiled. “Welcome dear. But don’t forget I will take this favour back. First, we will drop you at the house, then we will go to Sprints. Also tell Manoj not to worry about dinner. I will bring a parcel.”
Shwetha nodded.
It was almost six in the evening when they reached Sindhu’s apartment building. Shwetha came out of the cab.
“All the best!” Sindhu whispered again. “We will not come until nine so don’t worry. And don’t forget about your role.”
Shwetha’s face became read with embarrassment and shame. She quickly said goodbye and walked towards the lift. Each step got heavier as she thought about what she was going to do. What Manoj must be doing now? That thought made her knees go weak with expectation and embarrassment at the same time.
***
She pressed the calling bell. And the door opened. A smart middle-aged man opened the door and stared at her, from top to bottom.
She stood there, transfixed, not knowing what to do next.
Then the man asked, “Are you the one Raman sent?”
She went pale. “Who Raman?”
“Raman…the broker.”
Wow…stupid of me. How could I forget the role play? “Yes,” she mumbled.
“Come in,” he invited.
Shwetha stepped inside and looked around. The house remained the same as she left in the morning. The only difference was she was not a visitor now, but a hooker.
What impressed her most was the fact that Manoj also donned nice clothes. He could have remained in casuals and still she was his for the night. But he put an effort to present himself in a good manner.
“You are looking beautiful,” he said, examining her closely now.
His looks were piercing into her being. “Thank you.”
As she sat on the sofa, Manoj disappeared into the kitchen and came back after a minute, with two cups of coffee.
“So nice of you,” she said, taking one cup.
Manoj did not sit opposite her as he did usually. He sat beside her, not just beside her but close to her. Shwetha’s breathing became heavier and faster. She took a sip of coffee and it helped her soothe.
“You are looking sexy,” he said, sipping from his cup.
“Thanks,” she said again.
Then he did something which made her go wild instantly. His fingers gently brushed her naked waist between her saree and petticoat. “You have soft skin.”
The cup in her hands started wobbling. She feared the coffee might spill on her saree. But, before that could happen, Manoj took the cup from her hands and put it on the teapoy. The next moment, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. By this unexpected action, she lost her balance and fell into his lap.
Manoj turned her face towards him, bent down and kissed her lips. Before she could realize what was happening, Manoj was crushing her lips. She started melting like butter in his lap. Without her knowledge, her two legs left the ground and came onto the sofa. Now she was laying on the sofa, her torso completely in his lap.
The kiss lasted for long. When his lips left hers, her lips were on fire. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then again he bent down and pressed her lips. Looking deep into her eyes, he gave her short kisses again and again. Shwetha, on the other hand, wanting more and more, sometimes stared into him and sometimes looked away shyly.
Her shy reaction drove Manoj crazy and he started kissing every inch of her face. Soon there was no single spot on her face where he had not touched and kissed.
Before she knew it, she realized something was poking at her left cheek. When she found what it was, her already red face had become cherry-red. The bulge was so big the tool inside must be eager to come out and see the light.
Seeing where her eyes were darting, Manoj’s hand reached to his zipper. Knowing what he was about to do, Shwetha covered her face with her both hands.
“This shyness of yours is driving me crazy,” Manoj said, pulling his zipper down and at the same time removing her hands from her face. The next moment, before she had any time to think, he turned her face towards him and his rock-hard cock touched her soft lips.
Without her efforts, her mouth opened as if in auto mode and the sturdy cock slipped past her lips into her mouth, touching the roof. Shwetha sensed as if she had taken some hot thing into her mouth. She felt full as Manoj shoved his thick cock inch by inch into her soft mouth.
Shwetha moaned.
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