8 years ago#1
MY SLUTTY WIFE
Throughout the next couple of days Saleem, without actually saying so, made it clear he wanted to avoid any contact with their new acquaintances. He had decided it would be a good idea if they cooled things down a little. Although he enjoyed Rehana showing herself to other men - and yes, under the right circumstances enjoyed watching her have sex with others - he felt she was out of control. He had to get his head around this - it was like she was a different woman. We have to slow down - not get carried away - he reasoned to himself. When he played the scenes over again in his mind he still found it hard to believe the things she said - the things she had done.Rehana acted quite normally, although she was a little disappointed that they hadn't invited the boys' round. She had really expected them to be "eager beavers" almost beating the door down to get in. Unknown to her, Saleem had spoken to them - while the couple had been out Varun had collected his gear. Saleem had left a note saying he thought it best if they had some time on their own. He wanted a return to normality.
The sixth morning after the adventure with the boys found Rehana feeling somewhat restless. Saleem had to go into town but she declined the suggestion they should both go saying she would have a shower and reminded him that even though it was a holiday cottage, someone still had to take time out to do some housework. Saleem thought that that was quite a reasonable comment and happily left the house on his own to travel into town.
Working very hard, Rehana soon straightened the house and completed all the necessary chores. Undressing and stepping into the shower she bathed, then drying herself she looked at the clock. It was nearly time for the postman to call - she would have to listen out for him. Not that she really needed to answer the door - mostly he put it through the letter- box like a postman should. Just every now and then she met him coming down the path and had a few words with him - just to be sociable. Sometimes she'd noticed him giving her a very lustful look - like when she had forgotten to fasten her blouse properly or let her dressing gown come slightly apart - accidentally of course.
To day she would probably have a chat to him - if she were dressed in time. She selected a lilac coloured bra and panties - very shear - the purple-red ring of her aureole and hard nipples was easily visible through the silky cloth. First she put on the bra, then a white panty contrasting nicely - then slowly rolled the black petticout up her legs. then a nice blue light blue chiffon saree which is a bit thin material just she made sure that her midrib is seen from then her navel was just touching those curls of her saree ties into her pettiocout, the then single pallu so the material of the saree was so thin you can see the white tits the big cleavage in her deep neck blouse and the tits trying to come out of her thin blouse and lace of the bra could be seen from her blouse the bra was also so nice that the cup of the bra was covering only half of her big nipples and half of her white36c size ample tits were looking as if they were hanging from her blouse. She was too slow - the postman could be heard walking up the gravel driveway.
talking to herself. "Haven't time to put my panties on." She reached the door just as the postman was turning to leave.
"Oh, hello! Thought I heard someone. It's very warm again isn't it? I've just had a refreshing shower - I was getting dressed."
The postman looked at Rehana with open mouth and was lost for words. She was decent - but, well - not decent. The saree trying to come out of her petticoat her tits trying to come out of her blouse was unfastened and held together in the middle by her left hand. Because she was bunching it up it made the top and bottom separate slightly. The postman could see a line of bare flesh right down her front broken only by the strip of thin blouse material joining the cups of her bra. His gaze from knee up showed from her thin saree and a little white flesh slightly visible through the slit - the hem of the petticout was just above mid-thigh. How was it possible to show so much and yet - not really show anything.
8 years ago#2
They exchanged a few comments and as Rehana talked she observed the lustful expression on his face. This morning it was particularly lustful. His eyes darted from her head to her toes while he spoke. "So where's your hubby this morning?" he asked.
"He's gone into town - he'll be a while yet," she answered. Rehana made no attempt to go back into the house and was happy to stay and chat. The postman carried on enjoying the sight wondering if the housewife was hinting at something. His leering and lustful looks became quite blatant and he was well aware that Rehana knew where his eyes kept drifting. She was deciding whether to pick up the letters from the small porch-way table, where the postman had deposited them. To open them she would have to use both hands - her blouse would come open and he would see that she was having a sexy bra inside her blouse.
The postman became more courageous; "You're the best sight I've seen in a long time. Careful! If you let that blouse come open you could give me a heart attack!" He laughed at his own joke. Rehana didn't laugh - she looked toward him and said, in a very sultry voice, "I bet you've been hoping it will come open." The man laughed again - this time nervously. Rehana noticed that his look had become even more lustful. He was lost for a reply - he carried on gazing at her, his mouth becoming so dry he had to lick his lips. Rehana now admitted to herself why she had felt restless.
"Well? - You haven't answered me. Have you been wishing it would come open?" Her voice had taken on a different tone.
"You know that I have," he answered quickly.
Rehana pulled one side of the pallu of her saree apart displaying her blouse covered right breast.
"That's niccccceeee! " said the man his eyes widening.
"I bet you don't have many housewives giving you a treat like that? She smiled. "You're going to be behind with your round - I'm making you late."
"No problem, I can soon make up a bit of lost time. You've got lovely breasts if you don't mind me saying so. I never realised you could be such an obliging lady. Pity I warned you about the shirt coming open - I should have encouraged you to read your letters - then you'd have had to let go." He smirked as he said it.
"Would your heart be able to stand the excitement?" asked Rehana laughing.
"I won't hold you responsible if it overloads," replied the postman.
"You're a very lecherous man with dirty thoughts," said Rehana.
"I know - that's why I'm still standing here," he quipped.
Rehana smiled at his comment. "Come into the house - close the door - but you can't stay long." She stepped backwards from the porch into the hallway - the postman followed closing the door behind him. Rehana, still holding the saree together backed up against the hallstand.as she walked her big hips pear shaped and full of flesh swayed in the tight saree wound against her hips "What do expect to see? When I let go of the saree?" she asked in her deep sultry voice.
"Matching panties, to go with the bra. I know you're wearing nice lacy bra. Maybe a dark shadow just above your pussy - whatever I see I know it will be good."
"If I show you what is under here you'll probably want to have sex with me," she suggested.
"If you show me you'll most likely want that to happen," the postman ventured.
"Put down your bag," she instructed.
As he put the bag on the floor and looked up again at Rehana she released her grip on the saree. It fell apart, not too much, but enough for the postman to see her pallu came down her saree which was holding on to the pettiocut dropped , the she pulled the string of her petticoat it slid over her silky fleshy thighs she wasn't wearing any panties. His mouth fell open and his gaze was transfixed on the area between her legs. Rehana let her hands grip each side of the unfastened blouse and she pulled it apart to expose her voluptuous tits. She held it back to increase his viewing pleasure and for a minute no one spoke.
"Fucking hell!" he hissed, stretching out the last syllables of each word. " You have just made my cock very, very hard."
"You were right about the next bit," said Rehana. "You would want to - and I would let you."
"So lead the way to the bedroom," said the man.
"What's wrong with here? I told you - you can't stay long."
The postman threw off his jacket and unzipped his pants. Taking his thick and long lund in his hand he walked towards Rehana. She rested against the hall table and very obligingly, spread her feet farther apart - ready to accommodate him. His hands went inside her blouse behind her back to undo her bra. He cupped her bare tits and told her how much he was going to enjoy fucking her. Rehana liked his crudeness - it helped turn her on. She had never had a man talk to her like that before. Saleem was always polite.
Her hands found the buttons that held up his trousers and unfastening them she pushed his pants round his ankles. No time to take them off, she thought - better be ready if someone interrupts. She looked and examined his hard cock. It was big - that is long - and thick too. much bigger then her husband Saleems lowda She put both hands along the length and there was still room for another set of fingers.
Holding his cock against her slit she stood slightly on tiptoe and impaled herself on his tree trunk. She moaned as it went deep inside her and she held on tightly to his buttocks. He squeezed her nipples hard and bent his head to hold one between his teeth. As his tongue licked the end he bit gently into it. Moving his hands to grip the cheeks of her arse he pressed her tightly to him and began to lift and let her fall rhythmically on his cock. Slowly then faster - gently then roughly and harder - he talked dirty to her and told her he was going to give her the best fucking she had ever had. Rehana just moaned softly.
On he went pounding into her. Rehana orgasmed but the man carried on, lifting her onto the little table she wrapped her legs around him as his cock pummelled into her like a jackhammer. She threw her arms round his head and pressed her lips against his forcing her tongue into his mouth. She matched his movements pushing when he was shoving but still he didn't climax.
"How do you manage to last so long and stay so hard," she groaned.
"I'm only just warming up," he retorted. "Do you want me to stop?" He didn't break his stride as he said it.
"No, no! Don't stop whatever you do!" cried Rehana. She was approaching orgasm No2 - very fast. The man broke off anyway and Rehana almost screamed at him. "What are you doing - don't stop?"
"Turn around," commanded the postman. "Bend over the table."
Rehana felt an intense sexual feeling flood through her body. He wanted to take her "doggy fashion." She had to be submissive and offer her backside up in the air for his pleasure. She obeyed, and as she glanced at his thick hard cock she wondered what it would feel like to have it up a different orifice. The thought made her feel even more wanton. Turning and bending she spread her legs wide and pushed her White Gand in the air ready to carry on being shafted hard by the postman's thick long cock. As a sign of submission she gathered the blouse in her hands and pulled it up and removed the petticoat which was on her hips to show her naked ass.
The postman rammed his cock into her chute and once again began to fuck her hard and fast. Slipping his arms round to her front he let one hand massage her left tit while the other tickled the top of her slit and pushed to find her clitoris. Rehana groaned again and closed her eyes amazed and thrilled at the man's staying power. What a shame Saleem was due home soon! She could be fucked like this all day, she thought.
All good things come to an end. The combination of feeling the man's hands and cock working on her did the trick. Rehana got her second orgasm and was beginning to wonder whether a third was possible when suddenly the man let out a yell and she felt his hot load shoot inside her. He slowed to a stop and Rehana's head and shoulders collapsed on the table both taking a minute to recover them-selves. It would have looked a strange sight if anyone had walked into the house at that moment. Rehana with her naked white big gand in the air bending over a table and the postman with trousers round his ankles, his cock buried in Rehana's cunt - but both of them very still, and both silent.
The postman realised he still had a lot of work to do and told Rehana he'd better get on his way. Before he tucked his penis back into his pants Rehana took hold of it and, run her hands along the shaft. Smiling to him she said, "I think you are a filthy, lecherous fornicator - and next time I'm alone in the house I'll have to be careful you don't take advantage of me."
"When's that likely to be?" asked the postman.
"May not be for a while - but don't worry - I'll be sure to meet you at the door."
With that the postman went on his merry way to deliver his letters. Saleem met him along the lane.
"Good morning!" said the happy postman.
"Good morning," answered Saleem. "Have you left anything at my house?"
"Oh yes," the man answered, "I certainly have!"
8 years ago#3
Saleem entered the cottage and called out for his wife.
"I'm in the shower!" she shouted to him, "Won't be long."
The holiday had come to an end and life for Saleem and Rehana returned to normal. They didn't see any of the boys before they left and nothing was said about their adventures. Saleem wondered about the postman but never mentioned the matter. Rehana felt a little sad that now they were home, the opportunities to indulge in her new passion were going to be few and far between. Maybe there wouldn't be any - Saleem seemed to have "cooled off" with the idea of expanding their horizons, so to speak.
In spite of that when they did have sex together, Rehana felt he was more enthusiastic and more demanding. It seemed that every so often something was triggered off in his head and he wanted to ravish her. He pulled and pushed her into the positions he wanted her and was generally - well - rougher. If Rehana had have asked him why he might have told her that it was the memories of what he had watched her do. How she willingly gave herself to the young men - the sight of a cock in her mouth. He was scared and surprised to realise how much she liked sex and how unashamedly she had progressed from flashing her body to having group sex. It seemed he hadn't really known Rehana after all. He was scared, but at the same time the thoughts gave him an incredible turn on.
However, Rehana never asked - they had returned to normal - they didn't discuss things of that nature.
The months were passing and the weather was becoming cooler making Rehana feel a little saddened. Through necessity and to avoid looking ridiculous it was time to put away those flimsy clothes. Whilst it was OK for young girls to go around looking half undressed in cold weather a middle aged woman would look somewhat silly. Gone were the opportunities to indulge in her new hobby. The weather wasn't the only thing to have cooled as far as Rehana was concerned.
Maybe a little creative thinking was needed, she thought. Looking through her wardrobe Rehana noticed a short blouse with deep neck that she had worn on visits to the pub. It was very "versatile" - it showed lot of her cleavage and the white back skin Adjustable panty laughed Rehana to herself. It wasn't the sort of blouse to wear during the day..but maybe!
Rehana put the blouse on and unzipped it to her petticoat halfway between her knee and her crotch. The zip was meant to be at the side but Rehana twisted the waistband so the slit was at the front. Next she put on a knee-length coat and fastened just two of the buttons. over her saree Now to test the effect, she said to herself. Facing the mirror Rehana sat down and crossed her legs letting her coat fall to one side. A glimpse of petticout top could be seen but Rehana thought that wasn't quite naughty enough. Sitting with her legs uncrossed and slightly apart was an improvement. The coat could fall to one side and the slit in the petticoat inside her thin saree gave anyone in front of her a good view of the tops of her legs. She had another, much better idea and smiled as she tried it out.
Standing in front of the mirror she squatted down spreading her knees for balance. Now that was much more effective, thought Rehana. The spreading of her knees not only pulled the two halves of the coat apart but also the partially unzipped petticout. Jean figured out that besides anyone knelt down or at the same level, anyone standing just a few feet away would have one hell of a view. Now, just what will they be able to see, she wondered. The view through the mirror showed her bare thigh above - just a little bit of the straps of her panty belt - and most eye-catching - the pink lacy material covering her pussy. In fact, squatting caused her pussy lips to open making the material crease into her vagina.
Now that was much better, she thought - and more importantly - it can be made to look accidental. But where and how can I discretely and quite normally squat down - even if the opportunity to do in front of men presented itself? Rehana pondered, then a possible answer popped into her head. "I think I'll go to the public library and change my books," she said to Saleem, "Are you coming with me?"
"No, it's OK - you go, I'll stay here." Then looking at Rehana's attire he said, "Are you wearing your red saree under that coat?"
Rehana unfastened her coat and held it open so Saleem could see how much of the blouse was unzipped.
"The slit in the saree and the petticout almost above your knees," he observed.
"Yes - I know," answered Rehana with a smile. "Sure you don't want to come with me?"
Much to Rehana's surprise, her husband smiled back and shook his head. "No, I'll stay here. You go on your own and have a pleasant afternoon."
Ah well, thought Rehana, at least I tried! She went off to the library - hoping it would be a pleasant afternoon.
Saleem sat reading and thought about his wife - the saree being so transparent and the petticoat having a zip and slit tantalizing glimpse of her deep neck blouse top - the men, who given the chance would ogle and get erections - Rehana, who was setting out to give other men, and herself, a sexual thrill. If it was "private" enough she would probably let them touch her - she would touch them - she would let them fuck her. Saleem suddenly realised that he had unfastened his trousers and was playing with a very small erection. He felt incredibly sexually aroused and excited. He would have been more so if he had known what his wife planned to do.
Rehana wandered around the public library, looking more at the people than the books. Actually there were not many people in and Rehana eventually decided to sit at a small table with a book on gardening. A few older people went by, a couple of young mothers, then all was quiet again. She was thinking about going home when a group of teenagers gathered near her. Listening and watching them for a while she decided it wouldn't be appropriate or wise to even attempt to show her-self off to them. They would get loud and silly and attract too much attention.
Suddenly, a man joined them, probably in his mid thirties, who Rehana gathered, was a tutor of theirs. The group eventually dispersed leaving the man and three youths. They were looking and discussing books in the gardening section. Rehana thought it was time to put her book back and perhaps choose another one - from the bottom shelf. Waiting to pick her time she opened her coat apart from the bottom and with both feet on the floor opened her legs slightly. Sat in the quiet corner of the library Rehana started to receive a little attention from the four males. Now it was time to look at those lower shelves. Rehana stood up and walked toward the males, stopping a few feet away she put the book back on the shelf and looked around. They were in a secluded corner and no one else was able to see that particular alleyway. This looked perfect - just her and four males - who had already noticed that her saree was a little revealing.
8 years ago#4
Turning her body side on to the men but her head facing the books Rehana squatted, then picking a book from a lower shelf she began to thumb through it. Very slowly she spread her knees open to maintain her balance - and to make sure the coat and saree and the petticout separated in just the right place. It wasn't necessary for her to check if the males had noticed. She heard the sharp intake of breath. Rehana was now excited, she remembered the boys from the trip. She slid a foot a few inches more to the side to increase the gap between her thighs and her excitement was heightened when the tension it created on the cloth made it unfasten another couple of inches.
"Yes," said Rehana, "Very enjoyable!"
"Are you looking forward to having a friendly chat with him again?" he asked.
"If I get the chance - and if you give me the chance."
"Yes," said Saleem. "I will!" He moved in and out of her like a piston. They were both on the point of climax when Rehana said, "We don't need to wait until we go to the cottage before we can have a friend to stay." She whispered in his ear, "Maybe one of the boy's would like to join us overnight sometime. Just like it was in the trip. Would you like that?"
In the middle of admitting he would, Saleem climaxed, a few seconds later, so did Rehana
The following week Rehana received a phone call from the students asking if it was OK to call. Consulting with her husband an arrangement was made for the following afternoon. Rehana actually took the garden design aspect seriously and discussed the matter with Saleem. At noon the following day Rehana announced she would get changed in time for their visit. Saleem followed her and waited while she showered. He sat on the bed and proceeded to watch her dress. It wasn't to be old practical garden clothes.
Rehana took an old red saree which was bit thin and then as normally she wore it sexy way over her thighs and her navel just showing small marks of her old pregnancy which has small bur on her side of the stomach from the wardrobe and the blouse as deep as possible asked Saleem , "Will these do?" Saleem shook his head and threw them to one side then searched along the rail. He selected a white silky blouse that Rehana usually wore tied under her bust. To go with it he chose a very short and wide petticout that blew up with the slightest breeze. The effect would be completed with the right choice of underwear. Saleem was going to make his wife be very naughty. He chose a white half-cup bra whose material was more like a piece of wide holed net. Next he took from the drawer a pair of briefs that almost qualified as a thong. And lastly, .
She would normally never go out during the day dressed like this; the good thing about being at home was you could go that little bit further. As long as you allowed for the nosy neighbours, she reminded herself. Now that could once again spoil things.
When the doorbell rang Saleem rushed to answer it and introduced himself to the three students. He noticed a look of disappointment on their faces. Rehana waited in the bedroom and listened to the group talk about the garden. They had come to advise and maybe try out a few ideas, they said. To Rehana's surprise Saleem then announced he had business to attend to in town and told them to take a seat while they waited for his wife. A few minutes later she heard the door shut to and looked out of the window to see Saleem walking to the car. She waited while he drove away. Maybe he prefers to be out of the way just now, she told herself. He will have a good reason.
Rehana examined herself in the mirror then walked downstairs to greet her guests. Entering the room she noticed the boys eyes never left her cleavage. It was time to tease and arouse - but she wanted to do more than that.
They went and sat in the small conservatory while Rehana served refreshments. She didn't waste this opportunity and bent over to show her almost naked bum cheeks and panty clad thighs as the boys could make out the shape from the thin saree. She heard the boys gasp and glanced at the growing bulges in between their legs. Perching on the arm of a chair next to one of the boys she stretched an arm across the back which made her breasts push forward. The boys in front being lower had an excellent view when she had to widen her legs to maintain balance.
And so that's how they stayed for the next half-hour - the sexual tension building. The boy next to her was almost within licking distance of her nipples, her thighs just a few inches away. The other boys probably envied him yet they had their own pleasure, watching, as every time Rehana adjusted her position her panties would be visible and move more into the crack between her legs. Every time her pallu slid from her shoulders her ample cleavage showed white boobs trying to come out She noticed how their eyes widened and mouths opened. Amazingly, they also managed to discuss ideas for the garden. It was up to Rehana to move things along.
Getting up she invited the boys outside and they began to sketch on scraps of paper and examine soil and plants. Though they all contributed ideas she could tell the enthusiasm for garden design had dwindled somewhat. She also noticed the head of the man next door peering over the fence. Two of the boys, after whispering to each other came up with a suggestion.
"If you like we could come and tidy things up and maybe do a few alterations and replanting. We could use your garden to try ideas out at the same time."
Rehana ushered them inside away from the nosy man. "That would be great," Rehana told them. "But you must let me pay you somehow for the hard labour involved." She led them from the conservatory back into the living room. One of the boys' then surprised her. "Pay us "somehow"? He leered at her chest when he asked.
"You're a very forward and cheeky young man," Rehana said slowly, looking him in the eye. "The garden isn't the only "landscape" you've been admiring is it? How would you like me to pay you?"
Both boys were too nervous to answer deciding they had overstepped their mark. Rehana's hands went underneath her breasts to the buttons of her blouse - and pulled. "Like this?"
She held the blouse open to display her tits trying to escape from the slightly too tight half-cup bra. The boys had never expected this and froze, their eyes glued on her 36 C Size neat shapely white bosom.
"If you're good boys and keep quiet about it we'll see what else we can show you." She stepped forward and putting her arms round both their necks drew their faces toward her. "Touch if you want," she offered. A shiver went through her as each boy gently rubbed a nipple. She gave them each little kisses and the boys, now feeling more confident massaged her breasts harder. Rehana removed her hands from the boy's necks and pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her stiff nipples. "Is that better?" she whispered. The boys each took a nipple between thumb and finger and rolled and tweaked. Rehana's hands went to each crotch and simultaneously felt for their cocks. Each gave a sharp intake of breath and eyes widened even more. This was fantasy stuff they usually thought of when masturbating.
"What about your friend?" asked Rehana after a while. "Will you bring him too?"
"He's OK - but he's a bit shy with girls. Unless you don't want us to bring him?" said one boy, finally regaining his tongue.
Rehana put on her most seductive voice. "Well - I've only got two breasts for you to play with - and two hands to play with you." She squeezed their cocks as she spoke. "So you'll have to take turns being paid won't you?" The boys could hardly believe what was happening, and then just as Rehana was about to unzip their trousers they heard voices.
Rehana fumed inside - she recognised the voice of her neighbour. He had entered the garden in his usual nosy way and had asked the boy what they were doing. She couldn't believe the audacity of the man! She moved fast - but not fast enough. While she was still tying the button of her blouse and the boys stood looking guilty with bulges below the waist the man and third boy entered the room. The atmosphere was tense and embarrassment hung in the air.
"Just thought I'd pop round and return Saleem's book," said the man. Rehana noticed the smirk on his face.
"Right!" said one of the boys' loudly. "We'll be off then. When we have drawn up the plans we'll give you a ring. Thanks for the tea and cakes - see you later." They couldn't get out fast enough. Rehana wished they had held their ground - it made them seem even guiltier - more to the point, it left her stranded with Mr.Shrama.
"So where is Saleem then?" asked the man. "Looks like I came at the wrong time. Did I interrupt something important?"
Rehana was very annoyed. "Which question would you like answering first?" she snapped.
"Just wondered where Saleem was that's all. Like I say I came to return his book and the boy started to tell me about your garden."
8 years ago#5
Turning her body side on to the men but her head facing the books Rehana squatted, then picking a book from a lower shelf she began to thumb through it. Very slowly she spread her knees open to maintain her balance - and to make sure the coat and saree and the petticout separated in just the right place. It wasn't necessary for her to check if the males had noticed. She heard the sharp intake of breath. Rehana was now excited, she remembered the boys from the trip. She slid a foot a few inches more to the side to increase the gap between her thighs and her excitement was heightened when the tension it created on the cloth made it unfasten another couple of inches.
"Yes," said Rehana, "Very enjoyable!"
"Are you looking forward to having a friendly chat with him again?" he asked.
"If I get the chance - and if you give me the chance."
"Yes," said Saleem. "I will!" He moved in and out of her like a piston. They were both on the point of climax when Rehana said, "We don't need to wait until we go to the cottage before we can have a friend to stay." She whispered in his ear, "Maybe one of the boy's would like to join us overnight sometime. Just like it was in the trip. Would you like that?"
In the middle of admitting he would, Saleem climaxed, a few seconds later, so did Rehana
The following week Rehana received a phone call from the students asking if it was OK to call. Consulting with her husband an arrangement was made for the following afternoon. Rehana actually took the garden design aspect seriously and discussed the matter with Saleem. At noon the following day Rehana announced she would get changed in time for their visit. Saleem followed her and waited while she showered. He sat on the bed and proceeded to watch her dress. It wasn't to be old practical garden clothes.
Rehana took an old red saree which was bit thin and then as normally she wore it sexy way over her thighs and her navel just showing small marks of her old pregnancy which has small bur on her side of the stomach from the wardrobe and the blouse as deep as possible asked Saleem , "Will these do?" Saleem shook his head and threw them to one side then searched along the rail. He selected a white silky blouse that Rehana usually wore tied under her bust. To go with it he chose a very short and wide petticout that blew up with the slightest breeze. The effect would be completed with the right choice of underwear. Saleem was going to make his wife be very naughty. He chose a white half-cup bra whose material was more like a piece of wide holed net. Next he took from the drawer a pair of briefs that almost qualified as a thong. And lastly, .
She would normally never go out during the day dressed like this; the good thing about being at home was you could go that little bit further. As long as you allowed for the nosy neighbours, she reminded herself. Now that could once again spoil things.
When the doorbell rang Saleem rushed to answer it and introduced himself to the three students. He noticed a look of disappointment on their faces. Rehana waited in the bedroom and listened to the group talk about the garden. They had come to advise and maybe try out a few ideas, they said. To Rehana's surprise Saleem then announced he had business to attend to in town and told them to take a seat while they waited for his wife. A few minutes later she heard the door shut to and looked out of the window to see Saleem walking to the car. She waited while he drove away. Maybe he prefers to be out of the way just now, she told herself. He will have a good reason.
Rehana examined herself in the mirror then walked downstairs to greet her guests. Entering the room she noticed the boys eyes never left her cleavage. It was time to tease and arouse - but she wanted to do more than that.
They went and sat in the small conservatory while Rehana served refreshments. She didn't waste this opportunity and bent over to show her almost naked bum cheeks and panty clad thighs as the boys could make out the shape from the thin saree. She heard the boys gasp and glanced at the growing bulges in between their legs. Perching on the arm of a chair next to one of the boys she stretched an arm across the back which made her breasts push forward. The boys in front being lower had an excellent view when she had to widen her legs to maintain balance.
And so that's how they stayed for the next half-hour - the sexual tension building. The boy next to her was almost within licking distance of her nipples, her thighs just a few inches away. The other boys probably envied him yet they had their own pleasure, watching, as every time Rehana adjusted her position her panties would be visible and move more into the crack between her legs. Every time her pallu slid from her shoulders her ample cleavage showed white boobs trying to come out She noticed how their eyes widened and mouths opened. Amazingly, they also managed to discuss ideas for the garden. It was up to Rehana to move things along.
Getting up she invited the boys outside and they began to sketch on scraps of paper and examine soil and plants. Though they all contributed ideas she could tell the enthusiasm for garden design had dwindled somewhat. She also noticed the head of the man next door peering over the fence. Two of the boys, after whispering to each other came up with a suggestion.
"If you like we could come and tidy things up and maybe do a few alterations and replanting. We could use your garden to try ideas out at the same time."
Rehana ushered them inside away from the nosy man. "That would be great," Rehana told them. "But you must let me pay you somehow for the hard labour involved." She led them from the conservatory back into the living room. One of the boys' then surprised her. "Pay us "somehow"? He leered at her chest when he asked.
"You're a very forward and cheeky young man," Rehana said slowly, looking him in the eye. "The garden isn't the only "landscape" you've been admiring is it? How would you like me to pay you?"
Both boys were too nervous to answer deciding they had overstepped their mark. Rehana's hands went underneath her breasts to the buttons of her blouse - and pulled. "Like this?"
She held the blouse open to display her tits trying to escape from the slightly too tight half-cup bra. The boys had never expected this and froze, their eyes glued on her 36 C Size neat shapely white bosom.
"If you're good boys and keep quiet about it we'll see what else we can show you." She stepped forward and putting her arms round both their necks drew their faces toward her. "Touch if you want," she offered. A shiver went through her as each boy gently rubbed a nipple. She gave them each little kisses and the boys, now feeling more confident massaged her breasts harder. Rehana removed her hands from the boy's necks and pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her stiff nipples. "Is that better?" she whispered. The boys each took a nipple between thumb and finger and rolled and tweaked. Rehana's hands went to each crotch and simultaneously felt for their cocks. Each gave a sharp intake of breath and eyes widened even more. This was fantasy stuff they usually thought of when masturbating.
"What about your friend?" asked Rehana after a while. "Will you bring him too?"
"He's OK - but he's a bit shy with girls. Unless you don't want us to bring him?" said one boy, finally regaining his tongue.
Rehana put on her most seductive voice. "Well - I've only got two breasts for you to play with - and two hands to play with you." She squeezed their cocks as she spoke. "So you'll have to take turns being paid won't you?" The boys could hardly believe what was happening, and then just as Rehana was about to unzip their trousers they heard voices.
Rehana fumed inside - she recognised the voice of her neighbour. He had entered the garden in his usual nosy way and had asked the boy what they were doing. She couldn't believe the audacity of the man! She moved fast - but not fast enough. While she was still tying the button of her blouse and the boys stood looking guilty with bulges below the waist the man and third boy entered the room. The atmosphere was tense and embarrassment hung in the air.
"Just thought I'd pop round and return Saleem's book," said the man. Rehana noticed the smirk on his face.
"Right!" said one of the boys' loudly. "We'll be off then. When we have drawn up the plans we'll give you a ring. Thanks for the tea and cakes - see you later." They couldn't get out fast enough. Rehana wished they had held their ground - it made them seem even guiltier - more to the point, it left her stranded with Mr.Shrama.
"So where is Saleem then?" asked the man. "Looks like I came at the wrong time. Did I interrupt something important?"
Rehana was very annoyed. "Which question would you like answering first?" she snapped.
"Just wondered where Saleem was that's all. Like I say I came to return his book and the boy started to tell me about your garden."
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Rehana had no doubt he would tell Saleem some tale about what he thought he saw. If he only knew she thought, wouldn't Mr.Sharma be shocked? Trouble was Mr. Sharma would most likely tell half the neighbourhood too. And his wife, Mrs.Sharma, would tell the other half. Each one would add another piece of fiction to the tale. Rehana was about to go back into her normal Mrs Housewife role when she realised that there was another way. Anyway, why should she be ruled by what the neighbours thought?
"Saleem won't be back for a while yet. I'm afraid I made a mistake wearing these clothes. I didn't realise they were so revealing. What do you think? Do you think they show too much?"
"Well - I haven't really taken much notice," lied the man.
"Oh come on now!" snapped Rehana. "You haven't taken your eyes off my breasts since you walked in - have you? You eye me up all the time; do you think I don't know? Come on be honest - what would your wife think of that?"
The man was clearly nervous, and somewhat shocked at this sudden change in attitude. This was a different Rehana.
"You've got it wrong - I don't ogle you. What are you trying to imply?"
"I've seen you staring at the young girls when they walk down the street. Has your wife never caught you leering at them? Do you have much of a sex life?"
"I think I'd better speak to your husband. You're going too far!" She had him rattled.
"So what are you going to tell him? You saw my blouse accidentally come unfastened. So what!"
"I don't think it wasn't accidental!" shouted the man nervously.
Rehana hoped she had picked the right moment for her next move. She leaned back against the sofa.
"You think it was intentional - that I purposely unfastened my blouse? Like this." Her hands once again went to the buttons and pulled. "You think that I exposed my breasts in front of the boys to turn them on?" Her fingertips rolled over her nipples. "Does it turn you on?" She held both halves of her blouse apart. "This is really what you hoped to see isn't it?"
The man shifted about and started to sweat. "Look, I don't know what you are up to but it won't work," he stammered.
Rehana carried on with her plan. "What do you think I would have done if you hadn't have interrupted. Do you think I would have let them see up my saree?" She lifted a leg and placed her foot on the arm of the sofa, then very seductively she stroked her thigh running her hands up to her panties taking her saree with her. Her other hand caressed her nipple over her bra. "Would you like me to take my tits from my bra? Would you like to see more? I know you would because you're still here - you haven't run away. Come here," she commanded, "Come closer."
The man hesitated, then submitting to Rehana's instruction he walked toward her, visibly shaking. Rehana now knew he was putty in her hands - she could have some fun. "Would you like to touch?" The man nodded. Rehana took his hand and placed it on her breasts. "Take them out. When was the last time you sucked a woman's tits? Would you like to suck mine?" The man nodded again and shook even more. "Let's make it easier for you then, shall we?" Putting a hand behind her back she released the catch of her bra and her magnificent tits sprang into view.
"My leg is going to ache if I leave it there - let's sit on the sofa." She guided the man and sat him next to her. Lifting her saree to her waist she exposed not only her panties but also her bare belly. "I won't spoil the view, you enjoy looking there don't you?" The man licked his lips and nodded again. "Suck my nipples," she whispered to him. The man obeyed. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, pulling her panties aside and guiding his fingers to the correct spot. Her hips began to move forward as he aroused her.
"Get on the floor between my legs! Pull my petticoat and pantyrs off!" The man had no trouble obeying. She opened her legs wide and held herself open for him. Moving down in the seat she asked, "Do you know what I want you to do now?" The man nodded and said, "You want me to lick you."
"Do you want to?" she hissed.
"Yes, please - I want to."
Rehana pressed his face into her pussy and commanded him to lick. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders and moved like she was fucking his face. She had herself a sex slave.
For a few minutes she enjoyed the feel of the man's tongue. "Lick me further down - lick my ass hole," she told him. She lifted her legs higher and bent her knees toward her chest. She was beginning to feel really depraved. "Put your tongue in my ass." He obeyed without any hesitation. "Let's see what you've got for me now," said Rehana. She sat on the edge of the chair and told the man to stand in front of her. "Take out your cock," she ordered. The man unzipped his trousers and extracted his penis from his underwear. Rehana's eyes lit up when she saw the monster.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed, running her hands along the shaft. Very quickly she unfastened his trousers and pulled down his underwear with them. "Let's get a better look shall we?" she told him. She never would have imagined that Mr.Sharma had such a fine and large cock. She was fascinated by it. Her hands drew back the foreskin, then cupped his balls and she let her tongue trace a line from base to tip. Then, not being able to resist the temptation any longer she greedily took his shaft into her mouth and slurped and sucked noisily. Her hand moved like a piston on his cock and a second or two later his ejaculate filled her mouth - she swallowed.
Standing there later with pants around his ankles and limp prick hanging below his shirt-tails Mr. Sharma looked slightly ridiculous. Saleem thought so - he was hiding behind the kitchen door
"Would you like to do that again sometime?" asked Rehana, as though he was a little boy that had just had a treat.
"Yes," he said simply.
"Then you have to do something for me - learn to keep your mouth shut! And don't come round when Saleem is not here unless I ask you. OK?" He nodded and said nothing. "Now go home - and don't look so guilty."
Behind the door Saleem smiled then quickly hid while the neighbour had gone. He strode into the room where his wife was still slumped in the chair - legs open with fingers in her pussy and tits still on show.
She looked startled. "How long have you been there?" she asked meekly.
"A long time," he declared, pulling his wife up from the chair. "Watching you!"
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He fastened his mouth over her breast and roughly bit the nipple. Grabbing hold of her hair he forced her head back and sucked hard on her neck. She felt his hand fumbling with his zip and then the hot flesh of his cock made contact with her thigh. "Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me hard!"
Saleem did fuck her - very hard, roughly, and for a long time. And when he had rested - he fucked her again. Rehana thought it was the best fuck she had experienced for a long time.
Reflecting on the days events over his bedtime drink, Saleem decided that whether he liked it or not, he would have to accept that his wife needed, and was going to get, plenty of cock. She was becoming insatiable. He had also come to the conclusion that he might as well enjoy it with her. And if she led him into new experiences and uncharted waters he would go along with it. He finally admitted to himself that even though he felt guilty about what had happened in Trip, he had got great pleasure from it. Saleem usually made most of the decisions, but now, when it came to sex, his wife was calling the shots.
It was a week later, when the couple had settled down for the evening, that the phone rang. Rehana had been waiting to hear from the boys but they hadn't called. It was the tutor - with a story that he happened to be in the area and would it be a good idea if he called round. She consulted Saleem, and although he had been looking forward to a quiet evening, something stirred in him and he told Jean it was her choice. "Come round," she said down the phone. After a short conversation she hung up. "You said "yes" a lot of times," commented Saleem
"He asked if you was in and was I sure it was OK to call. He has been building up the courage to phone. He wondered whether my invitation was genuine or not," she explained. They both decided a stiff drink was needed while they waited for their visitor. Saleem wondered why Rehana, who had just come out of the shower hadn't gone to change into something sexy - though he didn't ask her. She was wearing a modest loose saree with a nice shaped bra and a normal blouse. Very middle aged and suburban - not sexy at all.
The doorbell rang and Rehana welcomed in her guest. It was obvious that he too was disappointed with her attire. He was actually wondering if he had misread the signals. She introduced Saleem and the man went to great trouble to explain he was only here to inquire about the efforts of his pupils with the garden. Rehana smiled and offered him a drink - he accepted a small whiskey with water because he was driving. It was all very formal and awkward - the man rattled on about the garden. Rehana suddenly interrupted him, "You don't have to pretend why you're here, sit down with your drink and relax for a while. You're here because of what you saw in the library and park - not the garden."
The man, who by now they knew as Tejus, was confused and glanced at Saleem when Rehana was being so blunt and honest. Rehana tried to put him at ease. "I'm hoping the boy's will come back soon to finish what we started." Tejus didn't know how to answer that.
Rehana made small talk with Saleem joining in and Tejus became a little more relaxed. Tejus told them about life as a teacher at the college and the conversation turned to music.
"So what sort of music do you like Tejus?" asked Rehana. Tejus looked amazed, for as she asked the question her hand had travelled up her inner thigh and stayed on her groin. Tejus could detect small rotating movements under the pleated saree. Saleem too now felt a stirring in his loins. He tried his best to answer; his eyes focused on her midriff. Rehana very slowly slid her saree up over her thighs to expose her panties and carried on massaging her inner thighs with both hands.
"This is what you came to see, isn't it?" she said gently. "So go on - tell me what music you like." Tejus tried his best and stammered along. Suddenly he spoke up.
"Sorry - I'm not used to looking at something like this when the husband is here as well."
Rehana reassured him, "It's OK, there's no problem. Is there not Saleem?"
Her husband replied with a definite "No"
Tejus looked between Rehana's legs as she slid her hand down the top of her panties and stroked herself. "Would you prefer if I took them off Tejus?" she asked seductively.
"It would be nice if you took your blouse off." Tejus was becoming more confident with the situation. Rehana very slowly pulled her blouse over her head. Sitting back in the chair she carried on stroking her cunt.
"Let me watch you too Tejus, play with your dick for me."
Tejus, nervous again, glanced at Saleem sat across the room and was surprised to see the man already had his very hard penis in his hand. He looked back at Rehana as he unzipped himself and pulled out his own weapon. "Very nice!" cooed Rehana. They sat quietly, watching each other masturbating themselves - it was most erotic - a married couple - and a stranger they hardly knew.
"Get undressed," said Rehana to Tejus. She raised her knees and hooked her leg over the arm of the seat blatantly exposing her-self. Both her lower orifices opened up to the view of the men. Saleem's heart pounded as he watched his wife's lewd behaviour. "I want you to fuck me while my husband watches," she said quietly. "Give me your cock." The tutor obliged - it was a pleasurable evening for all.
Saleem, one day, came home from his walk to the shops and called out for his wife. He heard her call from upstairs and went up to speak to her. As he entered the bedroom the sight of Rehana dressing greeted him. She was stood in very sexy alluring underwear with nylon stockings held up by traditional petticoat over it. It was an outfit more suited to a younger woman but Rehana could still carry it off fine. As she completed her attire with a very sexy saree worn onher tight big ass and a dep neck blouse red in colour short blouse showing lot of her stoamch Saleem wondered why, in the early afternoon she had changed into such provocative clothes. Rehana tucked her very tight white blouse’s' waistband and, smoothing out the lumps checked her profile in the mirror.
Turning toward Saleem she pushed out her breasts emphasising how low cut it was and the amazing amount of cleavage that was on show. Saleem felt a stirring in his groin.
"How come you've changed again - are you going out?"
"No," she answered, "We have visitors - thought I'd make myself look a bit tidier."
Saleem looked perplexed then, by way of explanation his wife nodded toward the rear bedroom window. Saleem walked and gazed down into the back garden. Four youths were busy with tools attacking his flowerbeds.
"The tutor arranged for them to come - a little gardening project for them. They aren't the same ones that came before - different boys."
In other words, thought Saleem, they might be in for a few surprises. He reflected on his wife's explanation for getting changed - to look tidier. By changing into sexy underwear and revealing clothes? Clearly she wasn't going out to help them do any gardening.
"Do you want to instruct them on what changes you want?" asked his wife.
"No," answered Saleem, "You know what we want. I'll keep out of the way - I'll let you deal with them. I expect they have their own ideas - that was part of the arrangement wasn't it - experience in planning and design for them - and we get a new look garden. No, I'll just watch through the window every now and again - to see how things develop."
He knew, and so did she, that he probably wasn't just talking about garden design.
"I won't mention that you're home then - so that they won't want to worry you with a boring discussion about detail?" Rehana asked.
Saleem smiled and nodded in agreement - but said nothing. He followed his wife downstairs and watched her move about the house. Her breasts and her ass swayed as she moved and Saleem noticed how her nipples had become prominently visible through the thin material. When she bent low his cock sprang to attention. Would the sight be too much for unsuspecting youths, he wondered? From a woman old enough to be their mother?
There was expectancy - a sort of charged atmosphere of sexual anticipation. Rehana was about to play her favourite game.
"I'll go and see how they are getting on," said Rehana. Saleem excused himself telling her he had something to do upstairs - he went to the back window.
Rehana opened the patio door and stepped out. The boys were at the far end of the garden and didn't notice her observing them. She quietly strolled down the little path and waited for them to realise she was there. When they did they all did a double take - such a short blouse and show of cleavage was something they were certainly not expecting.
Rehana engaged them in conversation and enquired on how they were progressing. The boys answered as best they could whilst focusing between her breasts and thighs. Rehana eventually smiled and telling them she would bring them a drink later she carried on inspecting her garden. She was conscious that all eyes were still on her when, after walking a few yards past them she hesitated in front of a small shrub.
from the upstairs window Saleem looked down and saw his wife stop with her back to the boys. All work had stopped and the boys stood and stared at Rehanas' rear. Very slowly she bent forward to inspect the plant; her knees bent just a little. She knew just how far to bend, how much to push her bottom out - how much her saree would ride up. A little further down she went and as she pushed her bottom out the boys were now able to see the bare flesh of her upper legs above her knees.
Saleem slowly pulled on his hard penis as he watched his wife expose herself in front of the boys, who were by now transfixed.
"Who said, "Life is boring when you are retired"" exclaimed Saleem out loud. This was not only Rehana's favourite game - it was also his too. As he spoke Rehana went just that little more lower and gave the boys a glimpse of panties. Suddenly straightening herself up she turned and stepped back toward them. Smiling she asked, "Do you have a list of the plants you intend changing?"
She didn't really listen to the answer - she was busy checking for telltale bulges at the front of their pants. They were, as she expected, very prominent. Rehana's nipple's had also become prominent - a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the boys. She stood and chatted for a while giving them time to take in the sight, enjoying their eyes on her cleavage.
"You can come into the kitchen later for some refreshment, " she offered.
The boys' eyes lit up as they echoed a "Yes please!"
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Turning away, she carried on inspecting the garden, conscious that the boys were waiting in anticipation of her bending down again. Saleem watched from the window as, for several minutes his wife wandered to and fro in the garden, the boys' following her every move. When she finally moved back indoors Saleem saw that the boys where in animated conversation - clearly, they weren't discussing plants. Rehana had aroused their interest - and aroused herself into the bargain.
Although the boys worked hard over the next hour their enthusiasm for gardening had diminished somewhat. saleem had returned downstairs when his wife called him and asked if he wanted a coffee. He sipped the drink until Rehana asked, "Shall I call the boys in for a break or shall I take a drink out to them?"
Saleem smiled, "Whatever you think best."
Rehana knew that outside Saleem would be able to watch her from the window unnoticed while in the kitchen his opportunities would be limited. On the other hand, being inside gave her more scope. She was giving her husband the choice.
"I'd like to invite them in," she said.
"That's OK," answered Saleem approvingly. "I'll go back upstairs."
He refilled his coffee mug and kissed his wife on the cheek - she felt his hardness against her thigh. Before he left the room Saleem stepped back and slid her saree up her thighs. He wanted to commit to memory the view that he hoped the boys were about to see.
A moment later Rehana stood at the door and called out to the workers. "There are some refreshments in the kitchen if you'd like to come in."
Only one boy came and explained that the others would be along in a few minutes - they were halfway through the task of planting a rather large shrub. As he entered the kitchen Rehana offered tea or coffee and told him to help himself to the various snacks she had prepared. He washed his hands and Rehana noticed a small cut that was bleeding on his thumb.
"Oh dear! Let me put a dressing on for you," she offered.
The boy said it was nothing but Rehana insisted and getting out the first-aid box she took hold of his hand. As she dabbed antiseptic on the small wound she was aware of the boys' gaze focusing down her cleavage. Rehana looked down passed his hand and watched the bulge between his legs grow.
"Does that make you feel nice?" she said seductively.
The boy, thinking she meant the treatment she was giving his wound said, "Yes, it feels great."
"It shouldn't do - I'm old enough to be your mother," Rehana whispered quietly.
The boy, now in no doubt and shocked at her directness was embarrassed and coloured up.
"It's OK," said Rehana, "It feels good to be admired. You don't need to stop looking. Bet you'd like to see more wouldn't you?"
As Rehana was holding the boy's hand he wasn't able to disguise the bulge in his trousers.
"That's a big bulge for a young boy!" she teased. With that comment she put a hand on his bottom drew him a little closer.
"Can I trust you to be discrete and keep a secret? Are you grown up enough to keep your mouth shut?" she whispered quietly in his ear.
The boy stammered and was very flustered, "Ye-es," he mumbled, not knowing why she was asking.
"Well I'll give you a little treat then!" said Rehana. She took the boys' hand and gently lowered it down the front of her top. She pulled her bra cup forward with her other hand and guided the boy's hand inside to her nipple.
"Now you can have a feel too," she whispered. "Do you like that?"
The boy went weak and moaned as he started to roll the older woman's' nipple through his fingers. Rehana returned one hand to the lads' buttocks and kissed his neck. Then, very slowly she let her other hand find it's way to his bulge and gently massaged his penis through his trousers.
"That feels nice!" said Rehana in a loud whisper. "I think I'll have to have a better look!"
Very slowly and deliberately she pulled down his zip and put her hand inside to find his cock.
"Would you like me to play with it for you?" she asked.
She didn't expect a negative answer - in fact she didn't get any - the boy was to excited and just made a strange noise. Rehana extracted his penis from his pants and began to gently wank him off.
"That's very thick - it would be nice to suck it," she teased.
The lad groaned even more and his breathing became more intense. Rehana moved even closer to him and with the forearm of her wanking hand she managed to push up her saree until his penis rubbed against her panties. As the boy tweaked her tits and thought he was in seventh heaven Rehana looked over his shoulder and caught a reflection through the mirror. His friends had entered the room and had been watching. Just for how long Rehana wasn't sure - but she wasn't worried - it was time to tease his friends too.
Pretending she hadn't seen them she kissed the boy and carried on masturbating him. Now her spare hand moved from the boys' buttocks and she eased up the hem of her saree to give her audience a better view. From their position they would be able to see all - a side view of her hand pumping his cock - how it pressed against her cunt lips through her sexy underwear.
"I'd love to let you fuck me while you suck my tits!" she said softly, but in a voice loud enough to for the others to hear. "That's right! Good boy! Roll your fingers over my tit - squeeze it1"
Casting a sly glance at the mirror she saw three very excited and frustrated youths - all with matching bulges in their groin! Now the boy was losing control - he was nearing his limit - time for the next step of her game. Rehana had mistimed and misjudged the situation. As she feigned shock and embarrassment while she pretended to suddenly notice the boy's compatriots she felt a sticky liquid spurt over her upper thigh. She still held up her skirt to give the youths maximum spectacle
"Oh my goodness!" she cried. "What must you think? I got a little carried away!"
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The boys said nothing and just stood staring with mouths wide open. By the fact that they had maintained large protrusions in their groins Rehana knew they were far from being disgusted or offended. She thought they looked more like a bunch of kids that had arrived to late for a party. Just in time to see the last of the ice cream being eaten. She saw, besides their shock - envy, jealousy - and that "Can we have a turn" sort of look.
The boy who had been with Rehana quickly excused himself and asked if he could use the bathroom. Rehana sent him upstairs and very casually told the others to help themselves to tea or coffee. After the boy had returned to the room Rehana too excused herself and visited the bathroom to clean up. As she came out onto the landing Saleem beckoned her to the bedroom. Without saying anything further he kissed her and ran his hands over her body.
"It could be," said Rehana, "That when I go back downstairs, our helpers may have left. But even if they are still here - I don't think that much more gardening will get done today. Something else will probably be of more interest to them."
Saleem became very excited and whispered; "You'd better get back then." She could feel his hard penis pressing into her thigh.
Rehana returned to the kitchen to find the boys sipping their drinks - she noticed how the conversation stopped when she appeared. Without the slightest hint that something unusual had happened Rehana moved around the room making small talk. The youths appeared very unsettled and found difficulty joining in. Rehana could feel their eyes follow her about and noticed how they focused on certain parts of their body. The fact that they are still here, Rehana reasoned to herself, means that they were hoping for a little more excitement. If they had disapproved they would have either gone home or at least returned to the garden. It was time to take things a little further.
"I don't suppose I should be encouraging boys of your age to be admiring my body, should I?"
Rehana shocked them again with her directness but as they had now finished their coffee break they had no reason to sit in the kitchen. Sensing that they were too nervous to answer Rehana carried on.
"It's up to you - if you want to stay in here a while longer you can do - or if you prefer you can carry on in the garden."
Rehana waited for a reaction and saw the boys silently glance quickly at each other.
"We'd like to stay in here," said one boy who had decided to be spokesman for the bunch.
"Then pour yourself more coffee if you like," smiled Rehana. "I hope you are all very discrete and trustworthy - it would spoil things if you are not."
The boys' eyes widened and they hoped she meant what they thought she meant!
"Yes we are!" said their spokesman quickly. The others uttered their agreement and shuffled nervously in their seats.
"Good!" smiled Rehana, then leaning back against the kitchen worktop she asked the boys an obvious question.
"So has looking at my body got you excited? Are you staying because you want to see more?"
Some nodded open mouthed and others mumbled a "yes."
Rehana focused her attention on one particular boy and asked, "What did you enjoy seeing most - me bending over in the garden or were you admiring my breasts?"
The boy opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Eventually he blurted out, "Your saree and sexy blouse!" He looked away, embarrassed by his admission, then, as his gaze returned to Rehana she slowly slid her saree up her thighs just far enough to reveal the bare flesh between panties. Leaning back again against the worktop to trap the saree she was able to release her hands leaving her thighs on show.
The atmosphere was electric as the boys struggled to control their heavy breathing. Without success they also failed to disguise their swelling penises.
"Is this what you like to look at?" asked Rehana seductively. The boys gasped and nodded, fidgeting in their seats. Rehana stroked the inside of her thigh - and asked the next question.
"Would you like me to lift my sare higher?" They didn't need to answer; they just waited for her to oblige. Before she did she let the hand that was stroking her thigh slowly creep up out of sight to her crotch. For a few seconds the boys watched her wrist movements and Rehana smiled as she enjoyed herself masturbating in front of the four youths. Then, without stopping her movements she used her spare hand to slide her skirt all the way up showing the now damp front of her panties
I think I'd better stop this," she said slowly, "I'm getting too carried away again!"
"No!" said a voice in desperation.
"Well," drawled Rehana slowly and seductively, "Are you really sure I can trust you all - I'm not completely sure? And after all - I'm old enough to be your mother."
"You can! It's OK - none of us will tell anyone - honest. Please don't stop!" begged another voice.
"So if I go further for you - you won't be shocked - or tell anyone?"
There were lots of shaking heads and Rehana let them spend a few minutes wondering what she meant by "go further for you." The boys' eyes gaped at the space between her legs as they tried to see through the lacy panties to see the detailed contours of the sexy house wife's cunt.
Moving toward the boys, Rehana pulled a spare chair into an open space and sitting down she slid her saree up to her hips then opened her legs wide for the boys' to feast their eyes on her underwear, that had now tried to disappear into her slit. Without warning she pulled up her blouse and uncovered her breasts that were hardly hidden in her flimsy bra. Her next question was uttered very slowly and sensuously.
"Would you like to come and feel?"
The boys hesitated, being very conscious of the bulges at the front of their trousers. Then one boy stood and dashed forward - unfortunately at the same time as one of his friends also made his move. They crashed against each other then stood still feeling very silly. One returned to his seat letting his pal walk nervously toward Rehana. Standing just to the side of her he waited, not wanting to make the next move.
Rehana took the boys hand and placed it on her breasts, then she smiled at the boy who had lost out and beckoned him over.
"It's OK - You can come too," she softly told him. "Come over here and stand at the other side of me."
The boy obeyed and like his friend waited for the next instruction.
"You look uncomfortable, " said Rehana, "Why don't you take the strain away and unfasten your pants?"
The boys' were reluctant so Rehana took matters into her own hand. Reaching out she found the boys zip and to the gasps of his friends she unfastened his trousers. Taking out his cock she moved her head over his purple helmet and gave it a little suck. She pulled the boy toward her and slowly massaged his penis. Turning to the other boy who was still feeling her tits she told him to kneel down by the side of her, then, taking his hand she placed it between her legs and encouraged him to move it up and down.
She let things progress for a few minutes occasionally giving the cock in her hand a kiss or a lick. Then she focused her attention on the two boys that had been left out. One had already had a turn with her but the other one looked very rejected.
"Why don't you two take off your trousers and get ready for your turn? Show me what you've got," she said, licking her lips.
The youths stood, and although they felt self conscious and clumsy they nevertheless removed their trousers.
"Come closer," ordered Rehana. Then looking them straight in the eye she said, "Go on! Let me watch you play with yourselves."
Shyly the boys exposed their cocks to Rehana and both began a slow rhythmical stroke. Each boy was now absorbed in their own sexual pleasure as they feasted their eyes on Rehana's body.
"Would you like to come upstairs with me?" asked Rehana seductively.
The boys nodded and grunted affirmatively, not believing what was happening to them. Rehana stood and as she pulled down her top told the boys to follow her. The boys standing in their underwear went to collect their trousers and one began to step into them.
"No!" said Rehana, stopping him, "I don't think you'll need those - do you?"
Saleem was now going to have a treat. He was about to watch his wife escort four young men into their bedroom - two, already in their underwear with erections to be proud of. Rehana, realising the image that her husband was about to experience decided to make it a little more erotic for him - as she walked ahead of the boys she divested herself from her top and her ample breasts swung free.
8 years ago#10
Saleem was already in position - behind the door of the back bedroom he had left just sufficient gap to view the whole of the landing. With difficulty he controlled his heavy breathing as the party came into sight. At first he noticed his hafr saree dangling wife, whose white orbs overflowed from her far too small bra cups. Then the bare flesh of the boys legs below their tee shirts - soon his wife would be removing their tight little briefs and inviting them to place their young rampant weapons into one of her orifices.
As they entered the bedroom Saleem's cock was already out and in his hand. He listened, very carefully.
"Sit on the bed," he heard his wife instruct. Saleem wasn't sure if she was addressing all of them but it soon became clear. Over the next ten minutes Saleem listened as his wife allowed one boy at a time to explore her body while she played with his penis. She remained stood up, just inches from where the others sat - their eyes on level with her panties. Each one took a turn feeling and kissing various parts of her body while they delighted in having this sexy mature woman expertly play with their sex organs.
Very skilfully she kept them on edge, letting them relax and cool down at the appropriate moment.
"There's no point putting it back inside your underwear is there? You've all had your cocks on display - why try to hide them away again?" Saleem heard his wife gently mock one of the boys. There was a few seconds silence then, "Why don't you all take off your pants - and underwear." Saleem heard the noise of boys undressing and then his wife's voice.
"What lovely hard cocks you all have," she panted. "Now it's time I did something more for you, isn't it?" she added.
Saleem was frantic - he wanted to see more - it was worth risking discovery. He wanted to watch his wife perform for the boys. Slowly and silently he emerged from his hiding place and crept along the landing. If he should get caught he would bluff his way through it or play the cuckold husband - or maybe he would just ask them to carry on - while he watched.
Through the gap in the doorSaleem could make out most of what was happening in the room. The boys were facing away from him giving him a sideways view while enough of his wife's body was visible to make it tantalisingly interesting. The rest would have to be put together using his imagination and listening to the noises - and hoping his wife would carry on giving her little commentary.
Back inside the room the boys waited expectantly for Rehana's next treat. Sliding her hands up her thighs and thereby lifting her saree, Jean put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and gently lowered them to just where her mound was.
"Come here!" she commanded, "Two of you!" She waited while a boy had taken up position on each side of her and then said, "Take them off!"
One boy right away took the initiative and Rehana turned to the other, "Unclip my bra - and take that off too."
The boys' hands shook as they performed their little tasks and the penises of the watchers begged to be handled. There was a gasp, as at first Rehana's tits appeared then she stepped out of her panties.
"Lift my saree," she whispered to the boy on her right. The boy shakily pulled up her saree to reveal to his friends the naked ass and cunt of this woman who was older than some of their elder sisters were. "Use your fingers," she gently urged the boy. Then to the other boy, who had meanwhile been rolling his hand over her nipples she said, "Put it in your mouth - suck on it." The boy hesitantly lifted the breast nearest to him and closed his mouth round the erect nipple.
"Good boys!" Rehana sighed as she lowered her hands to grasp both cocks. After a few minutes of playing she addressed the other two youths that sat wide-eyed stroking themselves.
"Are you enjoying this?" she smiled. They could only nod their heads.
Rehana inched her way nearer the bed pulling the standing boys with her. Speaking to the one who had not yet even touched her she told him to sit in front of her, then lifting her leg and resting it the bed her cunt was fully exposed and open. The boy fingering her, far from being disappointed at her interruption commenced to copy his friend and sucked on her tit.
The youth that was sat between her legs stared at the sight before him and as he pulled his penis he brushed his cheek against Rehana's silky thighs. Nearer and nearer he got to her open pussy and Rehana smiled with satisfaction as she finally felt him kiss her red wet flesh.
"Lick me - good boy! She said very softly, "Use your tongue." The boy started slowly but as he experienced this new pass-time he quickly showed how much he liked it.
"That's feels lovely!" Rehana sighed as she squeezed the cocks in her hand.
"Now what can we do with you?" she said to the last one.
The boy in question who was the one with the cut thumb had his own ideas. He had already had the pleasure of ejaculating on the woman's' leg and was eager to do it again. He quickly saw an opportunity and went to stand behind Rehana. Pushing his hips slightly forward he began to rub the tip of his dick into Rehanas ass crease, and keeping his fingers round it he masturbated against her anus.
Saleem, knowing that they were all busy risked a better look and moved his head around the door - what he wasn't able to see directly, he was able to see by looking through the mirror.
There was his wife - with four youths who were naked from the waist down - two sucking her tits whilst she wanked them - leg raised so that another could lick her cunt - the last one masturbating against her ass-hole. He heard her begin to moan, then a minute later, "Stand up!"
She moved her leg to give the boy room to stand. "Fuck me!" she hissed. "Put your lowda inside me!" Still holding on to the others she thrust her hips forward to assist the boy. The young boy, with a little difficulty - but with great enthusiasm - manoeuvred his penis into Rehana's hole, then holding on to her sides he started to fuck her.
It couldn't have lasted long - the boy was too excited to control himself - he exploded inside Rehana then, as young boys do after sex he went weak and floppy and collapsed on the bed. Rehana however wanted more - and there were still three hard cocks waiting their turn. The sexy house wife bent forward and pushed her bottom in the air. Instructions weren't necessary; the boy behind entered her from the rear. As she had now released her grip from the other boys' cocks they now made themselves busy playing with her tits, sitting on the bed beside her.
The boy fucking Rehana was a long stayer and Saleem heard his wife moan as the boy thrust deep inside her hole. Suddenly one of the youths playing with her tits gave a sharp gasp - watching Rehana being fucked had made him wank to climax. Rehana knew what was about to happen and pulled the boy down so his midriff was in front of her face. Saleem looked through the mirror just in time to see the first spurt of white fluid shoot from the boys' cock - and saw his wife open her mouth to capture it. As his penis spurted forth his wife closed her lips around the swollen head to devour the lot.
Now the sight was too much for the boy behind and seconds later he let out a soft yell as his own juice spilled out of his dick and into Rehana. As the boys flopped down Rehana turned to the forth youth who was now sat on the edge of the bed - penis still proud but with a look of dejection as though he had been forgotten and left out.
"Where would you like to put it?" Rehana whispered seductively in his ear, "Between my legs or in my mouth?" Rehana kissed the boys' neck and gently pulled on his foreskin then, lying back on the bed she pulled the boy on top of her and said, "Come on, fuck me - and suck my nipples." The boy obeyed and Rehana helped him keep up the momentum by wrapping her legs around him, and taking hold of hips she set the pace and power of the thrusts.
It was several minutes later that Rehana had a most intense and powerful orgasm. The boy had long since ejaculated inside her but Rehana held on firmly. His cock, though softening was touching just the right place and Rehana pumped his young body back and forth against her pelvic bone. The boy was weak and felt like a rag doll allowing him-self to be used just like a blow up sex toy.
No one saw or heard Saleem as he crept back into the back bedroom, delighted at what he had just witnessed.
Rehana reminded the youths about not shooting their mouths off and was reassured that they would not be silly enough to spoil a good thing by blabbing about it. Happily satisfied they cleaned up and went back to work in the garden. Rehana had a quick shower and joined her husband who had now returned to the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a small pair of panties and a robe Rehana enjoyed the roaming fingers of her husband as he slipped his hand inside her garment.
"It's been an interesting day," remarked Saleem. "I expect you'll be offering refreshments as and when you think they have worked up an appetite."
"Only if you approve and it's convenient," answered Rehana. Saleem smiled but did not answer her. Instead he parted the front of her robe and lifted a tit into his mouth. Rehana moaned quietly and massaged the front of his trousers. For the next few minutes they experienced a serene contentment.
Alerted by footsteps and a cough the couple looked across to see through a small side window in the kitchen the sight of Mr. Sharma Neighbour approaching. Rehana swiftly locked the door before he had a chance to walk straight in. Moving out of sight of the main window they retreated into the hallway.
"Do we answer the door?" asked Rehana, "He knows that we are in. He would have seen the boys come in for a coffee break."
Saleem looked at his wife, whose breast was hardly covered, knowing she had nothing but a pair of flimsy panties underneath. He wondered what the neighbours reaction would be if Rehana opened the door like this. Rehana was right - being very nosy he would have noted exactly how long the boys had been in the house. If Rehana answered the door dressed in her robe with obviously nothing on underneath he would almost have a climax there and then. The solution was of course for Saleem to answer the door.
Rehana read the mind of her husband - and recognised the look in his eye. As the man knocked again Rehana asked, "Do you want me to open the door?"
"Yes," answered Saleem, then he asked her a question. "Do you want to see him alone?"
Rehana licked her lips and nodded a yes to her husband. Maybe it was time again to give Mr.Sharma a reason to keep his mouth shut - a little treat, an incentive.