My Indian Slut Wife Vidya – 03

“I am always amazed as to how obedient my jamai babu is, Vidya.” I heard Poonam tell her daughter. “Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him.”

“Yes, mama.” Vidya replied. She was probably smiling triumphantly at her mother’s characterization of me as obedient. “Rajesh simply adores me.”

I now stood near the door, my back to the women, awaiting further instructions.

“No peeking, OK, dear?” Vidya yelled at me. “I am going to check up on mama’s boobies.”

“Umm…” I was quite hot under my collar. “Yes, dear.”

I just realized there was another mirror in the hallway. It was positioned just in the right place so I could actually see, if I turned my face slightly, what was happening inside the room.

Vidya came up close to her mother and stood across her. She raised her hands and gently cupped Poonam’s breasts.

“Hmm.” Vidya mused aloud. She squeezed her mother’s right breast, and then the left.

“They appear firm, mama.” Vidya gently pinched the tip of Poonam’s right nipple, and then the left. “Do you want me to take a closer look?”

“Would you, dear?” My mother-in-law asked her. “I was wondering if I should change my bra size or get a different type of bra for support.”

“Sure, mama.” Vidya started to unbutton her mother’s blouse.

“No peeking, husband!” She suddenly called out, even though I hadn’t moved. “I am taking off mama’s blouse!”

“Er … of course, dear! Yes, dear.”

I wondered if they knew I could see it all. I was now quite hard, and started to gently rub myself over my pants.

Once Poonam’s blouse was unbuttoned, she raised her arms and Vidya took off the blouse. Then Vidya went around her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor and my mother-in-law’s boobs fell free.

I had to practice the utmost self control to not start ejaculating right there. My mother-in-law had massive breasts, with big areoles and nipples to match. It was clear where Vidya got her genes from. Wow!

“Ah, I forgot how big your breasts are, mama!” Vidya exclaimed.

“You have big ones yourself, beti!” Poonam replied, smiling. “And all the problems of big breasts along with it!”

Vidya cupped her mother’s bare naked right breast and started to grope her.

“I don’t know, mama.” She bit her lip as she kneaded Poonam’s breasts. “My boobs have always made me a favourite of the guys, you know!”

“Yeah well.” Poonam’s body gently swayed as her daughter pressed her puppies. “Try jogging with these. You are a young woman! I can’t find a sports bra for me and can’t exactly wear a tank top when I go jogging, and they bounce around all the time!”

“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.” Vidya confessed, as she switched her attention to Poonam’s left boob. “But then I get your jamai babu to suck on them and I sleep fine!”

Both the ladies laughed. Vidya then stood back.

“No, mama. You are not sagging.” She declared. “And no lumps either, you’ll be glad to know.”

“Thanks, beti!” Poonam bent down and started to put on her bra again. “It’s a relief.”

“Speaking of relief …” Vidya giggled. “I’d better go and give my husband some!”

Such was the open relation Poonam had with Vidya. It just evolved into that type of mother-daughter bond. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.

“It must be due to the first time she caught me,” Vidya had answered after some thinking, “When I was in high school, I was fooling around with the neighbour’s son in my room. Rather than beat me or punish me, my mother sat down with me, and taught her all about sex, and safety.”

“Really?” I was surprised. “That was mighty progressive of her!”

“Yup!” Vidya replied. “She always told me, ‘Be safe! Don’t let the boys do what they want; rather you be in charge.’ And I have always followed that.”

“You have a personal fitness instructor? A man?” Poonam asked, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “And jamai babu doesn’t mind?”

“Ah, Rajesh.” Vidya threw her head back and laughed. She then embraced me and gave me a passionate kiss, with her tongue going down my throat.

I just sat there, letting Vidya have her way with me. Her hands slightly caressed me down there, even as she pressed her lips against mine. My mother-in-law watched, amused.

“My husband loves me.” Vidya told her mother, grinning, after finishing the kiss. I had by now given up all attempts to decently hide my erection. “He doesn’t mind another man being with me, as long as I tell him, hehe.”

Once again mother and daughter had a good laugh.

“Oh jamai babu.” Poonam grinned at me. “You are unlike all Indian men. Vidya is lucky to have found someone like you.”

“No, mummy.” I looked adoringly at my beautiful wife. “I am lucky to have found someone like your daughter.”

Later that night, I got into bed. I was completely naked, while Vidya was in a two piece lingerie. I started by kissing Vidya’s toes.

“OOOH yes.” Vidya murmered. “Do that. Suck on my toes, darling.”

I nibbled each of her toes, before licking the bottom of my feet. Vidya then turned over so she was lying on her belly.

“Kiss my bum, Rajesh.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Kiss it good, honey. I am your mistress and you should want to please me.”

“Yes, dear.”

Vidya’s bottoms left nothing to the imagination – the thin g-string panty exposing her round fleshy bums. I pressed my mouth to her ass and placed lots of gentle kisses on her ample behind. I made sure to suck on her big booty, placing my lips on the flesh of her rear and smooching for all I was worth. I slid my tongue down her rectum and made her rear canal all wet. Vidya loved it when I abased myself like that.

“Spank me, darling.” She suddenly commanded.

I raised my hand and spanked her buttocks. Her flesh shook like jelly as I hit her, gently, again and again.

“OOOH YES.” Vidya then turned around and smiled.

“You spank me so gently. My other lovers used to spank me hard, and rough.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Now come here, sweetie!”

We were cuddling and kissing. Vidya kissed me quite passionately, her hands moving down to my manhood. I was quite hard, and close to my edge.

“Darling.” Vidya suddenly told me. “I feel I owe you an apology.”

“An apology?” I looked at her, puzzled. “What for?”

“This evening. You know. When I told mama that you wouldn’t mind me with my gym instructor if I told you about it.”

“Oh that!” I tried to laugh it off. “What’s that to apologize for?”

“No.” Vidya shook her head. “You are my husband and you deserve respect from me. I should be more discreet about my affair.”

Oh yes, The Affair.

It’s been almost five months since my darling wife’s torrid affair with Ramu the milkman had ended. Ramu, the tall, dark, well built, low class labourer who had his long pecker buried deep into my fair, gori wife Vidya on an almost daily basis for months.

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