Jethalal was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. He had been pretty sure before he danced with her, because he could see her nipples pressing against the soft thin blouse she wore. Now he knew she was braless because he could feel her rock hard nipples poking against his chest. He was amazed at the way she was rubbing up against him as they danced! He could feel her pelvis against his thigh.
Madhabi was actually rubbing her pussy against his leg! And her hips was pressing against his crotch. Jethalal knew that he was getting hard in his pants as they danced and wondered if she could feel it. “Umm, Jethaji, you must be enjoying this as much as I am,”
Madhabi whispered in his ear. “You’re getting a hard-on.”
“I’m sorry, Madhabibhabi,” he answered, “I just couldn’t help it.” “Don’t apologize,” she giggled. “I think of it as a compliment.”
As Madhabi said this, she boldly rubbed her stomach against the bulge in his pants. He gasped with pleasure. “Why don’t we go to the darkened corner and dance more freely?” Madhabi suggested as she pulled away from him and taking his hand. She led him over to a dark corner and snuggled up against him. He took her in his arms and they began to move with the music.
As they danced, he glanced at the other two couples in which Babita was dancing with Bagha and Bagha’s wife Bawri with Iyarbhai. He could see that Bagha had one hand in the Babita’s blouse and was feeling her massive tits as they danced! If he had thought Madhabi was dancing close before inside, it was nothing compared to what was going on now.
Madhabi was actually rubbing her self up against his hard dick! She seemed to be enjoying the feel of it against her belly. Jethalal caught a glimpse of the other couple and gradually realized that it was his wife Daya and Bhide! They didn’t seem aware that Jethalal and Madhabi were there. He saw that Madhabi’s husband had his hand down on his wife’s ass. He was squeezing it and probing between her legs with his fingers from behind.
Then he realized that Daya had her hand down between them and was rubbing Bhide’s dick through his pants! “They really seem to be enjoying themselves, don’t they?” Madhabi whispered in his ear.
“You don’t mind?” Jethalal asked.
“Oh, no, not at all, actually I like it, it excites me more to watch my husband with other woman,” Madhabi smiled. “My husband has been wanting to get in your wife’s saree for a long time.”
“What?!” gasped Jethalal. He drew back and looked down at her.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she told him. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to get in your pants ever since Dayabhabi told me what a big dick you have.”
Madhabi reached down and boldly grasped his hard penis through his pants.
“Boy, she wasn’t lying,” Madhabi giggled. She slid her hand up and down the length of Jethalal’s big rod, massaging it through his pants.
“Come on, forget them,” Madhabi whispered to him. She took one of his hands and slid it inside the bottom of her blouse.
Jethalal found himself sliding his hand up over her warm flesh in spite of himself. His hand closed on her big tit and he began to squeeze and manipulate it. She gasped into his ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bhide slide his wife’s saree and slip his hand down inside her petticoat.
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