My name is Mallika, and I’m married to Dheeraj, who is in the Navy. We are both 29 yrs. old, and, have been, married for 7 years. Dheeraj has a much younger brother, Sunil who is now 20.
Since he was 18, Sunil has spent most weekends, at our flat, when Dheeraj is away, keeping me ‘company’.
Because I am alone so much, in the flat, I don’t close doors as much as most people. One night when Sunil was in the flat, I decided to have a bath, while he watched a video. As I lay soaking, in the hot, soapy water, I sensually washed my 36D breasts, with a large sponge, filling it with hot water and squeezing it, so the contents cascaded down onto my big brown nipples. Although I had a Simply Red tape playing, I heard Sunil walk along the corridor, presumably, going to the toilet. As I continued rubbing my breasts, stomach and legs, I forgot about him. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I hadn’t heard the cistern flush. I turned my head, towards the partly open, door, and suddenly heard the sound of scampering feet, and the toilet door closed. He had been peeking through the gap in the door! I guessed that he was now tugging at his young cock. I was blushing, but giggled at how naughty I felt.
Perhaps I was naﶥ, but, as he was only 18, I never considered that he would be interested in girls, never mind, a woman my age.
I got out of the bath, and closed the door. As I dried myself, I heard Sunil leave the toilet, and go back to the living room.
Now, in my short gown, and a pair of clean pair of knickers, I joined Sunil. He acted as if nothing had happened, but hardly looked at me, as he continued to watch his video. I poured myself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident.
I didn’t give it another thought until Sunil arrived, the following Friday. We chatted, as usual, while we ate a take-away meal, with me drinking a couple of glasses of wine. I told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while I took a bath.
I was getting undressed, while the water was running, when the memories of the previous week came back to me. I put my hand on the door handle, to close it, when I had the naughtiest of thoughts. Deliberately, I left it ajar, about 9 or 10 inches.
When I sunk into the hot bubbles, I couldn’t relax. My heart was skipping beats as I wondered whether he would come back, for a second look. I needn’t have worried, after about five minutes, I sensed him tiptoeing out of the living room. Desperately trying not to look at the door I leaned out of the bath to pick up the large jug, to wash my hair, making sure that he got a good view of my firm tits and inch long, ‘rock hard’ brown nipples.
I proceeded to wash my long, brown, permed hair, gently making my breasts sway, when the soapy bubbles ran over them. After 5, or so, minutes, I heard the toilet door close. I chuckled, to myself. It had worked. I don’t know why, but teasing this 18-yr. old boy was turning me on. After rinsing my hair, I lay back, and just wallowed, letting my nipples peak through the bubbles. As he probably couldn’t see my tits, anymore, he went back to his video. Again we didn’t mention what had just happened, as I sat opposite him, while we watched the late night football highlights. In bed that night, I couldn’t get to sleep, for thinking about what I had done. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to orgasm.
We continued this ‘game’ for the whole of the following year, whenever Dheeraj was at sea. He would stand outside of the bathroom, watching me wash my tits, then run into the toilet for a wank. Then I would sit opposite him, sometimes flashing my knickers, and long legs. Occasionally I would let my Robin fall open, to show him my cleavage, pretending that it was an accident. In bed I would end the night by playing with myself. By now I had convinced Dheeraj to buy me a vibrator, ‘because I missed him so much’! I don’t know which of us looked forward to Friday night, the most, Sunil or myself. Towards the end of the year, I found a pair of my knickers in the wash-basket, with a white stain in the crotch that I wasn’t mine!
Sunil came to stay with me for the weekend, of his 19th birthday. By now he was quite tall (5ft 9) and handsome, for a young boy. Playing football and hockey had made his body fill out.
When the pizza arrived, I offered him a bottle of beer, for the first time, “Are you sure?” he asked. “Of course. You’re nearly a man now!” I laughed.
We spent the next hour eating, drinking (he had three bottles!), and chatting. When we had finished, I announced that I was going to have a bath. We had still never admitted, to each other, that we both knew what the other was doing. Perhaps, the mystery added to the sexual tension.
As I was getting undressed, I had a Devilish thought, as to what I would do for his birthday treat. Just to tease him, I closed the bathroom door.
Sunil was watching his video, when I sat joined him in the living room. As I always do, when I sit on the armchair, I curled my legs underneath me. As we chatted, and drank, I shuffled my position slightly, opening my legs. His eyes nearly popped out of his head; I wasn’t wearing any knickers!
During the next half-hour, I was ‘like a cat on hot coals’; I couldn’t sit still, re-positioning myself, continuously, making sure that he didn’t miss a thing. Opening my legs, slightly, then closing them, pulling my knees up to my chin, short flashes then long, lingering moments. My fanny was soaking. I started to worry that I might mark the chair! He never took his eyes from between my legs. He, too, had to keep adjusting himself, as his cock must have been straining to get out of his pants.
Sunil suddenly blurted out, “I’m going to bed!” and ran out of the room, nearly bent double. Pleased with myself, I too went to bed. As I was a little bit drunk, for once, I couldn’t keep quiet when I fucked myself, three or four times, with my vibrator. I was moaning and groaning, as I thrashed my plastic cock in and out of my hot cunt, thinking about Sunil in the next room, wanking for India.
The atmosphere, at breakfast, was electric. We never spoke about the previous nights’ ‘game’, but he couldn’t hide the cheeky grin, on his face.
I was really enjoying these nights, but gradually, began to worry about where the relationship was going. Thankfully, Dheeraj was soon posted back to the UK, which meant that he could travel home, most weekends. I, also, started going out, occasionally, with friends, from work, on Fridays, which meant that the risk was being reduced, as Sunil was staying less often. When he did, we still ‘played our game’, still without touching each other. My masturbating was getting louder and louder, as I wanted him to know the effect that he had on me. I was, also, deliberately leaving my wet knickers on the top of the wash basket, for him to find. The following morning, they would always be caked in dry spunk.
Since he was 18, Sunil has spent most weekends, at our flat, when Dheeraj is away, keeping me ‘company’.
Because I am alone so much, in the flat, I don’t close doors as much as most people. One night when Sunil was in the flat, I decided to have a bath, while he watched a video. As I lay soaking, in the hot, soapy water, I sensually washed my 36D breasts, with a large sponge, filling it with hot water and squeezing it, so the contents cascaded down onto my big brown nipples. Although I had a Simply Red tape playing, I heard Sunil walk along the corridor, presumably, going to the toilet. As I continued rubbing my breasts, stomach and legs, I forgot about him. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I hadn’t heard the cistern flush. I turned my head, towards the partly open, door, and suddenly heard the sound of scampering feet, and the toilet door closed. He had been peeking through the gap in the door! I guessed that he was now tugging at his young cock. I was blushing, but giggled at how naughty I felt.
Perhaps I was naﶥ, but, as he was only 18, I never considered that he would be interested in girls, never mind, a woman my age.
I got out of the bath, and closed the door. As I dried myself, I heard Sunil leave the toilet, and go back to the living room.
Now, in my short gown, and a pair of clean pair of knickers, I joined Sunil. He acted as if nothing had happened, but hardly looked at me, as he continued to watch his video. I poured myself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident.
I didn’t give it another thought until Sunil arrived, the following Friday. We chatted, as usual, while we ate a take-away meal, with me drinking a couple of glasses of wine. I told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while I took a bath.
I was getting undressed, while the water was running, when the memories of the previous week came back to me. I put my hand on the door handle, to close it, when I had the naughtiest of thoughts. Deliberately, I left it ajar, about 9 or 10 inches.
When I sunk into the hot bubbles, I couldn’t relax. My heart was skipping beats as I wondered whether he would come back, for a second look. I needn’t have worried, after about five minutes, I sensed him tiptoeing out of the living room. Desperately trying not to look at the door I leaned out of the bath to pick up the large jug, to wash my hair, making sure that he got a good view of my firm tits and inch long, ‘rock hard’ brown nipples.
I proceeded to wash my long, brown, permed hair, gently making my breasts sway, when the soapy bubbles ran over them. After 5, or so, minutes, I heard the toilet door close. I chuckled, to myself. It had worked. I don’t know why, but teasing this 18-yr. old boy was turning me on. After rinsing my hair, I lay back, and just wallowed, letting my nipples peak through the bubbles. As he probably couldn’t see my tits, anymore, he went back to his video. Again we didn’t mention what had just happened, as I sat opposite him, while we watched the late night football highlights. In bed that night, I couldn’t get to sleep, for thinking about what I had done. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to orgasm.
We continued this ‘game’ for the whole of the following year, whenever Dheeraj was at sea. He would stand outside of the bathroom, watching me wash my tits, then run into the toilet for a wank. Then I would sit opposite him, sometimes flashing my knickers, and long legs. Occasionally I would let my Robin fall open, to show him my cleavage, pretending that it was an accident. In bed I would end the night by playing with myself. By now I had convinced Dheeraj to buy me a vibrator, ‘because I missed him so much’! I don’t know which of us looked forward to Friday night, the most, Sunil or myself. Towards the end of the year, I found a pair of my knickers in the wash-basket, with a white stain in the crotch that I wasn’t mine!
Sunil came to stay with me for the weekend, of his 19th birthday. By now he was quite tall (5ft 9) and handsome, for a young boy. Playing football and hockey had made his body fill out.
When the pizza arrived, I offered him a bottle of beer, for the first time, “Are you sure?” he asked. “Of course. You’re nearly a man now!” I laughed.
We spent the next hour eating, drinking (he had three bottles!), and chatting. When we had finished, I announced that I was going to have a bath. We had still never admitted, to each other, that we both knew what the other was doing. Perhaps, the mystery added to the sexual tension.
As I was getting undressed, I had a Devilish thought, as to what I would do for his birthday treat. Just to tease him, I closed the bathroom door.
Sunil was watching his video, when I sat joined him in the living room. As I always do, when I sit on the armchair, I curled my legs underneath me. As we chatted, and drank, I shuffled my position slightly, opening my legs. His eyes nearly popped out of his head; I wasn’t wearing any knickers!
During the next half-hour, I was ‘like a cat on hot coals’; I couldn’t sit still, re-positioning myself, continuously, making sure that he didn’t miss a thing. Opening my legs, slightly, then closing them, pulling my knees up to my chin, short flashes then long, lingering moments. My fanny was soaking. I started to worry that I might mark the chair! He never took his eyes from between my legs. He, too, had to keep adjusting himself, as his cock must have been straining to get out of his pants.
Sunil suddenly blurted out, “I’m going to bed!” and ran out of the room, nearly bent double. Pleased with myself, I too went to bed. As I was a little bit drunk, for once, I couldn’t keep quiet when I fucked myself, three or four times, with my vibrator. I was moaning and groaning, as I thrashed my plastic cock in and out of my hot cunt, thinking about Sunil in the next room, wanking for India.
The atmosphere, at breakfast, was electric. We never spoke about the previous nights’ ‘game’, but he couldn’t hide the cheeky grin, on his face.
I was really enjoying these nights, but gradually, began to worry about where the relationship was going. Thankfully, Dheeraj was soon posted back to the UK, which meant that he could travel home, most weekends. I, also, started going out, occasionally, with friends, from work, on Fridays, which meant that the risk was being reduced, as Sunil was staying less often. When he did, we still ‘played our game’, still without touching each other. My masturbating was getting louder and louder, as I wanted him to know the effect that he had on me. I was, also, deliberately leaving my wet knickers on the top of the wash basket, for him to find. The following morning, they would always be caked in dry spunk.
