Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her lush frame and cursed. “Why the hell did you have to open the door”? “Have you gone mad”? “Or are you dumb”? “I’ll teach those guys a lesson for breaking into my house”, he ranted.
Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her husband’s screams. “It’s all right. They are just boys and it’s Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it”, she reasoned.
Desh was pacified when he heard his wife’s calm voice and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until late evening.
The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya’s hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning’s adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman’s vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area.
Deen entered the bedroom after his father’s departure more to check on his Mom’s condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.
“Mom would you like to have a bath”? he asked her, more in a whisper, close to her ear.
The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.
Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.