Cuckold Uncle And His Sexy Wife 1 (Preparing For The Husband)

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Dear friends, this is Rajesh again with a new sex story which I experienced when I was studying. I am 45 years old man presently residing in Bangalore. Girls and ladies can mail at [email protected]

I was around 19 years old, doing my engineering graduation. On a Saturday morning when I was about to go to the playground to play cricket, I heard my neighbor Uncle Raman calling me and asked me to drop into his house. Raman and his wife Rohini had moved into our neighboring flat 6 months back.

Raman was around mid-thirties and his wife Rohini was in her late twenties maybe 28 something. They had no kids. Rohini auntie was a hot lady Whenever she passed by me I used to catch the glimpse of her sexy body. She had a figure to die for, maybe 34C-28-36. When I used to jerk off I used to imagine her nude body.

I was wondering why he is calling me. I thought maybe his wife has complained to him about me watching her. Hesitatingly I went to his flat. Raman uncle opened the door and when I entered inside he locked the door and asked me to take a seat. I was now terrified when he locked the main door.

I was shocked and wondered what was in store for me. I was sitting on a two-seater sofa and Raman Uncle pulled a chair and sat before me about 3 feet away. Raman Uncle said, “ Rajesh, what we are going to discuss here is totally personal and I hope you won’t disclose it to anyone.” And I just nodded.

He continued, “I have seen you ogling at my wife many times. Why? Is she so beautiful?” So he came to the main subject for which I was worried about. I dropped down my head and murmured, “No Uncle, I didn’t look at Auntie in that way.”

“Come on Rajesh. I know the boys of your age, they secretly admire sexy aunties very much instead of the young girls of their age. Is my wife so beautiful?” Raman Uncle asked me again. I couldn’t reply, so I just kept mum.

He continued, “Would you like to see my wife naked? Don’t be afraid you can be frank with me.” I looked at him both surprised and shocked when he said that, but didn’t say anything fearing what was coming next from him.

“If you promise me that you won’t say anything about this, you can see your Auntie’s nude body. I want your promise now,” Raman asked me. I looked at him to see whether he was joking, but the way he was staring at me for my consent I knew he was goddamn serious. I meekly replied in a low tone, “Yes Uncle.”

Raman called out his wife and I turned around and saw Rohini Auntie walking slowly and shyly with embarrassment in her face towards us. She was looking gorgeous in a white kurta and white leggings. She had an uncertainty look on her face. Rohini stood before her husband and was watching him.

Raman Uncle said, “I spoke to Rajesh just now, you might have heard us. He has promised me that he won’t say anything that happens here. Sit next to him and show him your gorgeous nude body to him, honey.”

“But…Raman….” Rohini didn’t finish her sentence, seeing her husbands glare, came and sat on the left side of me. Her right thighs were grazing mine. I felt like a 240 V current passing through me. Her feminine body smell was so intoxicating.

I came to my senses when Raman Uncle asked me, “Do you want to see her top first or bottom first?” I just dropped down my head and said meekly, “Anything Uncle.”

“Ok honey, he doesn’t mind top or bottom. Ok, let’s see your pussy first Honey.” Raman said and I was in a shock when he uttered the word ‘pussy’. “Please jaanu, do you really want me to do this in front of this young boy,” I heard Rohini Auntie’s voice pleading her husband.

“You know our problem Honey, you will be satisfied and we men will be satisfied too. He is 19 years old now, not a boy but a young man now, aren’t you Rajesh.” Raman asked me to which I didn’t answer.

“Please, I beg you; this is a sin what we are doing. What will happen if someone from our family comes to know of this,” Rohini Auntie was still pleading her husband and I was in a dilemma now?

“Now just stop Rohini, and just follow what I tell you to do. I am your husband and you have to please me and obey my orders. Now remove your leggings and let our young man see your pussy,” Raman Uncle said in a stern voice.

Without any option, Rohini Auntie’s trembling left hand grabbed her kurta hem and slowly lifted her buttocks off the sofa began to remove her white leggings with her right hand. After bringing the leggings down to her knees, she now used both her hands and pulled it from her legs.

Rohini sat back on the sofa covering her thighs with her kurta but was unsuccessful as it was too short. My cock stirred as I watched her fair-skinned long legs were exposed. “Honey, lift your kurta and show Rajesh your thighs.” Her husband demanded.

Rohini had frightened look in her eyes. She whimpered again, but pulled up kurta up to her hips, exposing her white panties. I glanced to my right and enjoyed immensely seeing her bare legs and panty crotch pulled tight over her pussy mound.

“Spread your legs wider and let’s see your hidden treasure,” Raman ordered, and Rohini reluctantly opened her legs wider. I was admiring Rohini’s legs and panty crotch. Her eyes had welled up and she didn’t know where to look. I now stared unabashedly at her legs and panties and was beginning to enjoy myself this free show of this sexy hot lady.

Raman looked at his wife, “Rohini, have you trimmed your pubic hairs? Answer me!”

“Yes, I did it last week and it has grown again a bit,” Rohini whimpered.

“Show us what’s under your panties. Let’s see how you have trimmed yourself.”

Rohini whimpered, and shook her head no. Raman shouted at her, “OK, then Rajesh, you do it. Pull her panties aside and let us see how much her pubic hairs have grown in a week.“

My hands reached down as I was eager her to see her pussy and didn’t want to antagonize Raman Uncle. My hands were trembling with anxiety and fear too. He had no way of knowing how badly I’ve wanted to see what was under his wife’s panties.

Rohini flinched when my hand touched her bare upper thigh. But she said nothing as I placed my hand on her panty crotch. I swear I could feel the warmth emitting from her crotch. As ordered, I grabbed the side of her panty and pulled it aside.

My hand grazed Rohini’s pubic hair which had grown a bit as she had said. I rested my hand on her thigh, keeping the panty pulled aside so that her husband could see Rohini’s pussy and I too was enjoying the view. It was the first bare pussy I’d ever seen in real life.

Raman was looking at his wife’s face and down her pussy. I was still holding her panties aside for him, and rubbing her pussy mound with the back of my fingers. I badly wanted to feel her pussy. “Spread your legs wider, I can’t see it properly. No, it is better to pull those panties off from your legs!” Raman demanded.

I let go of Rohini’s panties. She lifted her ass off the sofa, and slid her panties down and removed it from her legs. She threw her right knee over my left knee, as there was no space for her to widen legs as her hubby had ordered. I was staring at her naked pussy.

I rested my left hand on her right thigh. I had to admit to myself that I was beginning to enjoy this. I had already a throbbing hard-on in my shorts as I unabashedly stared at her naked pussy. “OK, Rohini,” said Raman. “Now let’s see your breasts, come on show them.”

Rohini whimpered again. My cock jumped again in anticipation of seeing her breasts for which I had been admiring so long. “Rajesh, remove her top.” Raman said and to his wife, “Rohini, let him enjoy himself removing your dress.”

Rohini unable to face me turned her back to me slightly and lifted the kurta bottom hem from under her ass. I reached the bottom of her kurta and lifted it up and I could see her pink-colored bra in the back. I kept on lifting it up but Rohini didn’t lift her arms up, for me to remove her top from her arms.

“Honey, help him, we are eager to see your breasts,” ordered her husband.

With a defeated expression on her face, Rohini pulled her top off of her arms herself, exposing her smooth molded pink colored bra cups. Her breasts appeared to be pushed together, the cups lifting them up like a shelf. Her breasts flesh poked just a little out of the tops.

From my side view, her bra gapped away from her breasts a little. I could see into the left cup enough to see her breast sloping away from her body like ripe mangoes. “Unhook her bra and see how beautiful my wife’s boobs are Rajesh,” Raman said.

As ordered, I reached up again and fumbled with Rohini’s bra clasp. My hands were shaking, knowing I was about to see her breasts nude, wondering if they were as wonderful as I’d imagined them. When I finally unclasped it, Rohini lowered her bra straps from her shoulders, and allowed her bra to fall off of her chest, and lay in a heap on the floor along with her dress.

She tried to cover her breasts but Raman said, “Put your hands down, honey, let him see your breasts.” Rohini clasped her hands on her lap and obediently stood up straight with her shoulders back.

They were more wonderful than I’d imagined them. They were a full C-cup round and sitting up high. Her breast flesh was fair skinned and her brown areolas to contrast greatly. Her areolas were larger than I’d expected, but not too large.

Her nipples were hard, sticking straight out at the tip. I didn’t know how her breasts could be such perfect like the models I have seen in the pics. “Yes, Rajesh, do you like her breasts?” Her husband asked me and I just nodded.

“Rohini, shake your breasts.” Rohini like a robot began moving her shoulders so her C cup breasts jiggled back and forth. I about died watching them rapidly bounce from side to side and up and down, and then just as rapidly snap back in place.

“Rajesh,” said Raman. “Do you want to play with her breasts? Come on hold them and play with them as much as you like.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. I was being made to fondle his wife’s breasts. I reached over with my right hand and cupped Rohini’s left breast. She flinched at first, giving me a dirty look. But she quickly looked straight ahead, her eyes red, holding back her tears, while I squeezed her breast and it was firm.

That felt great. It was a firm handful, and I loved playing with it. I lifted it up and bounced it up and down. Then I jiggled it back and forth rapidly, squeezing it. I took her other breast too and played with both of Rohini’s breasts, boldly handling them as if I owned them.

Rohini glanced up at me, and I couldn’t help but give her a little smile. Rohini lifted her head and moaned as I squeezed her breasts gently not wanting to hurt her. And it seemed heavier as I lifted them.

It was such a great feeling to have them in my hands. Her nipples were already erect; I tugged on them and played with them with my forefinger and thumb. “Hey, Rajesh, do you want to kiss her now,” said Raman, puckering his lips to show what he meant.

I looked at Rohini. Our faces were inches apart. Make out with his wife in front of him? I studied her face for a brief minute. Her perfume seemed to be inviting. As ordered, I slowly moved closer to her and pressed my lips against hers.

Rohini flinched once, but when I persisted, she pressed her lips back to mine. I opened my mouth wide. She was reluctant initially, but soon her lips opened up and cooperated with me.

“Use your tongue, Rajesh. You too, honey.” I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips. She tried to close her mouth but surrendered and parted her lips as I forced her lips with my tongue. I slid my tongue into Rohini’s mouth and licked inside of her mouth tasting her saliva and it was sweet like honey nectar.

Finally, after I poked her tongue with mine a few times, she straightened her tongue and allowed me to circle my tongue around hers. Then she started circling her tongue. We were into a full-blown French kissing session. While I was still feeling her breasts with my hands and our lips were wet with our saliva.

“Let me see both your tongues. Open your mouths.” I backed up a little but kept my tongue on Rohini’s. Our tongues were outside our mouths; sword fighting with each other so her husband could see them.

“Good, Rajesh, now kiss down her neck and do down to her boobs. They are waiting to be sucked.” Raman said playing with his crotch on his track pants. I didn’t need to be told twice.

I kissed and licked my way down Rohini’s chin, then neck, over her Mangala sutra chain, then straight down to the middle of her chest, until I found her cleavage. I pushed her breasts together and stuck my tongue down between her breasts, and buried my face into her bosom.

After surrounding my face in breast flesh for a bit, my lips worked their way over to Rohini’s right breast. I latched onto her nipple. I tongued it, and even bit it once. I sucked on her nipple like a baby. Rohini was panting unevenly, her chest heaving, as I nibbled on her nipples eagerly.

“Rajesh, see her pussy is waiting for you. Give it some attention.” I looked down at her pussy. “Play with her pussy.” He said again.

I looked at Rohini, who had slumped down on the sofa after I stopped sucking her breast. She gave me a frightened look but didn’t stop me from putting my left hand on her right thigh. Without giving her a chance to object, I slid my palm over her pussy mound.

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