Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger’s park situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man’s wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.
Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night’s arousal in her loins and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 meters, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the park after giving scores of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a “Hello Mrs. M, good morning”.
Looking up with a start, she saw Salman’s father in jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a while now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look. She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree, not more than a few inches from her.
“I see that your husband has left you alone to nature,” he said suggestively, not bothering about niceties. Manya felt it may be due to the arrogance of having seen his son fuck her.
“Yes”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand on her shoulder. The warm touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.
“It’s a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me show you the new varieties of roses over there” he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.
With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the older man’s advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.
“It was you who set the ball rolling on Holi”, she told him softly. “Others wouldn’t have grabbed me otherwise”.
“I’m sure you have no regrets Manya,” said the older man. “You won yourself a big lot of admirers”.
“You mean horny admirers”, she smiled, looking at his bulging crotch. As was her habit, she didn’t make any move but only waited for his initiative.
“This dick hasn’t turned limp since then Manya”, grunted the man as he fished out his cock and thrust it into her unsuspecting hands.