“Now off with your clothes,” she spoke and sat on a recliner. Langa stood there looking at her sheepishly while Malti enjoyed his nervousness.
After Malti persuaded him couple of times he took his shirt off and his hairless strong chest came into view. She looked at the broad shoulders and fair smooth skin and was surprised that it looked good.
Next, he unhooked the pant and let it fall on the floor, inside he was wearing a home stitched long underwear. Malti smiled looking at the underwear and felt happy that he was embarrassed. He stood there motionless.
“Now take that thing off,” Malti scolded. She was feeling like having a revenge of short, in shaming him.
He undoes the cord of the underwear and it fell on the floor.
“Ahh hum,” she looked at the impressive cock and was speechless for a moment. The semi erect cock hung between his legs and it was thick. It looked like the rest of his body, strong and sturdy and was hanging between his legs, coming out of thick bush of black hairs with the big balls hanging behind. Malti was surprised to see his cock as she expected it to be boyish. She moved her gaze to his face as she felt embarrassed that she was staring at his cock. The idea was to make fun of him and not the other way around.
“What is this with the bush… can’t you keep it clean,” she taunted finding nothing else to say.
He nodded still looking at the floor. Malti’s gaze returned to his cock, it was not erect but still looked impressive. She has not seen a cock other than her hubby except some in porn movies. She could not help but compare it with Ravi, ‘It must be even bigger when erect,’ she thought and immediately felt ashamed. What next, she had no idea what to do now. ‘Must ask him to dress and leave,’ she thought but didn’t speak and kept on staring at his nude body.
Langa felt ashamed initially to be naked like this but slowly he lost his inhibition. He saw Malti looking at his cock intently and felt happy. He slowly caressed it and pulled the foreskin back.
“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, “what are you doing.”
He kept quiet but slowly stroked his cock looking at the hot wife in front of him.
“Is this what you do when you saw me in the jungle,” she giggled.
“Yes Madam,” he spoke in a low voice.
“Do it… make it big,” she wanted to see the erect cock.
“Madam in jungle I saw you nude but now you are fully clothed, this won’t get hard.”
“Shut up…. Do you think I will get naked for you?”
“Please Madam… I want to see your lovely body…. You are so hot,” his voice was hoarse imagining her naked.
“Shut up,” she wanted to sound angry but was barely able to speak. Getting nude for an audience was her thing, a kink which leads her to do unthinkable.
“You will not try to touch or I will kill you,” she speaks making up her mind.
Langa quickly nodded not believing his good luck.
Malti’s heartbeat increased as she fidgeted with her long skirt. What is she doing? or why is she doing? she had no answer, all she could think of was, how hard this will make him. As she lifted her skirt above her knees she could feel the piercing eyes of Langa on her body and she felt very ashamed of herself.