Lovely Auntie Ch. 18

Ajay was looking in the direction of the changing room as to how she would emerge. Suddenly, he heard Anjali's voice. 'Didi,' the young girl squealed.

Ajay looked in the direction and he was blown away. There she walked into the room wearing the sports black sleeveless top and the grey tight shorts. Her jugs were enticing in the tight sports wear and her tight abs could be seen. The tight grey shorts, showcased her shapely ass and the basin of her womanhood as a cannon shot of erotic power. Ajay's cock and balls clenched with utmost excitement looking at the hot housewife. Her long shapely legs, which were naked and exotic had sneakers with short socks adding extra oomph to her terrific beauty. She had arranged her hair in a thick braid and all the girls could only stare at this exotic beauty with their mouths open.

All the young girls, who had been wearing similar clothes weren't able to give the true meaning the dress provided. She gave the dress the meaning, it deserved. Neeta easily overpowered even the youngest babe in the room with her sheer feminine sensuousness.

Anjali rushed to her, 'you are looking so beautiful, didi.' The young girl was wearing similar attire, but she had to hand it down to the MILF.

'The dress really suits you. You should have dressed like this from the start.'

The girls hated hearing Anjali's compliments. They tried to get back at their lessons, but it wasn't easy. Neeta had destroyed the session for them. Shyam after having come outside the women's side of the gym looked inside where the girls were working out. It was transparent walls which separated them from him. He knew that he couldn't stand longer there as someone might locate him. Luckily, he found a small dark niche in the wall, which was completely unnoticeable.

He envisioned his wife walking into the class dressed up as she had promised for her boss. She was looking like some playboy model. He felt jealous at Ajay for whom she was dressed.

And he noticed that. Since coming inside the room in her new attire, Neeta was all eyes for the approval of the handsome gym instructor. She stood near him occasionally looking into his eyes. The fellow smiled at her and nodded with approval. Unknown to the girls, she spasmed a little into her panties as she squirted her excitement.

Just the looks of Ajay were enough for her. She did the stretches with doubled vigor as the whole class's attention shifted to her. Shyam was ripped open with jealousy and wont for his wife's promiscuous behavior.

Neeta so wanted her lover's touch. She wanted to stay back and get something out of the coach. But at six thirty, a lady walked in and ushered Ajay with her out. Ajay introduced his wife to the class and Neeta could only sigh in frustration as her lover went away for the day. Shyam too left the building and went back to his home.

The night, he tried to mount her, but she wouldn't let him. He pleaded that he would fuck her, but she denied him the magic by wanking him. He asked about Ajay and her favorable and lauding answers made him convulse with shame and excitement. He enjoyed a prolonged orgasm. She pushed his face onto her pussy as he lapped it up with his expert tongue. She screamed Ajay's name as she came. She was humiliating him at every turn. Shyam wanted more of it.

The next day Shyam slid into the dark crevice of the wall, which gave a clear look into the female section of the gym. He wanted to know if Neeta would dress up in the same way. And to his erotic annoyance, she did. She was dressed in a tight sleeveless top and a small short, which exposed her long legs and her flat stomach. But what bothered him most were her innocent facial features and her innocent eyes, which were shining with lust for the young gym coach.

Neeta was clearly exasperated as Ajay wasn't available to her for the past two days. Her dreams and her every daily moment was suffused with the lust of the handsome man's cock. Neeta's pussy was twitching in anticipation for it. She didn't mind retiring twice at her workplace to masturbate. Though she got satisfactory orgasms, her sensual body picked up the lusty sexual want within minutes after the release. She wanted the real act. She was almost addicted to the man's cock.

Her husband's cock wasn't holding any strong charm for her. And she smiled at that. She knew that this lack of sexual attraction indeed increased their romance. She liked how Shyam was almost like an obedient slave to her in the bedroom. She felt excited as she behaved superiorly with him and humiliating him a little. She couldn't help but send some love emoticons to her sweet hubby. But then again, she dialed up Ajay a couple of times from her office. He didn't respond to them.

However she received a message from him stating that he was shopping with his wife. Neeta felt a little embarrassed if she was disturbing the man's private life. But at the same time, she felt jealousy kicking in, as she thought he was her man, too. She almost became red with envy the day before when the lady dragged her husband out of the door. Neeta wanted to speak with her lover and ask his opinion of the dress, but then he wasn't available.

Today, when she came out all dressed to the nines like the day before, she noticed him talking with some old man in a business like way. She tried to catch his attention for a lot of time, but he was deeply engrossed in the conversation. Shyam watched with burning envy as he noticed his dear wife hanging around the Gym-instructor's office so that he would look at her. What wouldn't any man give to get her? And she was craving for Ajay's attention. Shyam couldn't help but press his hand over his erection.

When Ajay saw her doing her reps, he couldn't glance away from her. Neeta smiled a little and she locked eyes with the young muscled man, as the latter started to give a lot of undivided attention to her. The conversation with the old fellow, whoever he was, was suffering with Neeta's appearance. In the middle, he couldn't help but call her name.

She jerked with red face towards him. He ushered her into the room. The girls' jealousy was just getting heated up. Neeta's pussy was getting moistened with all the excitement played out by the eye-battling between her and Ajay.

She walked in a dainty way towards the office.

Ajay said, 'sorry to bother you, Neeta. I just recollected a form, which you need to sign. Would you please?'

Neeta nodded her head and waited as he searched for some document. But she couldn't help but get happy with the way he played his eyes over her long legs, as she stood in silence before him. The old man, with whom he was talking also looked at her with admiration for her beauty.

When the document was placed, she signed it and left. But she knew that both the men's attention was on her boobs and her saint-like face.

She went back to her workout, but she couldn't avoid the hunting eyes of her lover. As the visitor left, Ajay came out and instructed the last set for the day, while he moved in the vicinity of the young housewife, who didn't mind the handsome gym instructor.

The sizzling chemistry between the duo was hard not to leave it as it is, as Shyam jacked with hard passion.

After the session was over, Neeta started doing individual exercises, while the girls started to leave one by one. Anjali paired up with Neeta as both ladies started helping out each other with some stretching exercises. Shyam knew that Neeta was straggling behind. Ajay went back into his den and became busy in some documents. Anjali asked the young housewife if the latter was ready to leave.

Neeta made an excuse that she needed to stretch for a few more minutes and she wouldn't mind if the other wanted to leave. Anjali excused herself that she indeed was a little late to some appointment. Shyam's cock hardened as he noted that the female section of the gym had only the trainer and his voluptuous housewife of a student.

Neeta couldn't wait anymore. She knew that they were safe. The boy handled the male section of the gym and even if somebody came towards this section of the building, the sounds from afar would alert them. She got up from the mat and walked towards Ajay's chamber in a sexy swagger. Shyam at the last moment was able to save his orgasm. Ajay on the other hand breathed hard looking at the terrific beauty before him.

Neeta walked in the office and stood by the table.

She looked at him as Ajay smiled.

'Are you coming today for dinner?' she asked him.

Ajay shook his head, 'I am sorry, darling. You know I can't.'

Neeta felt bad hearing him. Her pussy was craving for his touch.

Ajay couldn't resist himself as he slowly ran his fingers on her belly button.

'My God! You are looking lovely.'

Neeta beamed at his words. Her eyes fluttered as her lover's hands played on her tummy.

'I thought you would never notice.' She politely scolded him.

'Notice? My babe. Last night, you were the only person hogging in my dreams.'

Neeta became happy hearing him talk.

'I miss you, Ajay.'

'Miss you, too, babe.' He held her small hip in his left hand as he took in the vision of the housewife with her thick braid of hair arranged on oneside of the shoulder. She was looking smoking hot.

She moaned, 'can't you manage something tonight and come home?'

Ajay beamed at her frustration, while Shyam almost cried with pain. The fact that Neeta was behaving like a panting bitch before another man almost made him madly desirous of her.

Ajay stood up and stood before her as he played with the flat abs of the dainty housewife.

'I wish I could, Neeta. But I can't.'

His hand played on the elastic band of her short as she moaned. She bit her lower lip with passion looking at her handsome lover. The vermilion on her forehead and the marriage locket added to the oomph of her figure. Ajay slowly pulled the front of the short away so as to peek inside. He expected to see a panty, but to his happy surprise, he saw none.

'Oh, I love it, Neeta. No panties.'

Shyam controlled his orgasm again. Ajay's breath was ragged as he saw the beautiful quim inside. Though he had seen it many times, he couldn't forget the beauty of it. My God! It was the best. It looked smooth, pretty, well kept, but most of all those thin sensitive lips of cunt looked so innocent.

Neeta's eyes fluttered as she bit her lower lip again.

Her lips were carrying a film of moisture over it.

'Oh, honey, but you leak a lot, don't you? Isn't it better you wear panties?'

'The shorts have an extra in-built padding in the crotch area.'

He wanted to tease her, but he couldn't. Looking at her cunt, his mind had changed.

He took her hips in his hand and pulled her for a kiss. Neeta just was waiting for this. She threw her arms around his neck and frenched deeply with him.

Shyam's hands roamed under the sleeveless t-shirt as it perused the terrific rack of the randy housewife. He pulled on her nipples savagely as she moaned against his lips and tongue. The whole scene was making Shyam mad with desire for his wife. He jacked looking at the erotic picture inside.

Both lovers split up for air, but Ajay couldn't stop himself from having a peek insdie the housewife's shorts.

He pulled the short away from her and looked at the dainty pussy.

Neeta pleaded, 'please, touch me there, baby.'

Ajay couldn't stop himself anymore. As he touched his stubby fingers along her smooth lips, Neeta cried loudly. And when his finger located her clit and frigged it, she broke into an orgasm almost instantly.

'Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmyyyyyyyy. Hhhhhhhhhmmmmmm. Sssssssiir, I love your touch. Please, play with my pussy.'

Ajay couldn't help but admire the housewife's excitement as she was almost oozing her sexual secretions like a tap.

'Oh, Neeta, I love the way you open up with your fluids.'

'Hhhhhmmmm, uuuuuuunnnnnnnnngggggg, oh, sir. You play so well with my pussy.'

She looked into her eyes and slowly flipped up her t shirt above her bust, so that it was tucked up like a thin piece of cloth below her neck, exposing her naked rack. She was braless too. Ajay so much loved this housewife. He loved the image she presented.

She stood before him standing like a slave offering her pussy and her jugs for him to have pleasure with. Ajay's morale boosted looking at the dainty housewife dressed in sneakers, and small shorts with flipped-up t shirt, like a sexual slave. Along with that the braid of her hair was hanging beside her breast on one shoulder.

Shyam came looking at the picture before him with his wife submitting to her lover. She didn't even encourage him one-tenth of what she did now in the privacy of their bedroom. Yet before her lover, she was almost behaving like a bitch. His cum sprayed on the broom, which was there in the corner of the crevice.

Neeta moaned, 'hhmm, uuuuunnnnngggggg, sir, please feel free to play with my puppies.'

She smiled saucily at him. Ajay couldn't help kiss the housewife looking at her wonderful jugs and her innocent facial features.

He pinched her nipples as she moaned with happiness.

He said, 'oh, babe. I have missed you so much.'

Both lovers kissed each other as they continued their strong emotions. Neeta achieved a string of orgasms with the touch of her lover-hunk. The thirst of the last two days was being quenched in a proper way. She loved how Ajay worked with her cunt as he speared her cunt-hole with his thick, long fingers. She felt in a perverse way they were bigger than her husband's penis. She loved getting fucked by them rather than Shyam's cock.

Ajay treated her body in the way she wanted it to be treated. She wanted to be treated like a slut as to how the young gym coach treated her.

She opened up his trackpants and pulled them down along with his underwear as his cock sprang up. Ajay noticed the way the slutty housewife looked at his cock. Shyam's cock perked up as he noticed his wife's hand on her lover's cock.

She tugged at his cock as Ajay breathed hard. He loved his cock to be in the small hands of his lover.

Throwing her hair braid behind, she knelt before him as she played with his cock. Ajay loved seeing the babe on her knees with his cock inside her mouth.

'Want to suck my cock, slut?' he asked her smiling as he mischievously flourished his cock before her mouth.

She nodded her head and giggled with his actions. She took hold of the cock as she jacked him. Ajay loved her kneeling down with her breasts in display for him.

'Suck it, baby,' he moaned.

Smiling, Neeta dived her mouth towards the pre-cum seeping cock.

'You are the bright spot of sunlight in my dark life, honey. Oh, babe, suck it.'

After luxuriating in the taste of the pre-cum, Neeta pulled the cock out of her mouth while jacking it as her other hand started playing with his large balls.

'What do you mean, sir?'

'What??' he asked.

'You just said something.'

Ajay shook his head, 'oh, it was nothing, honey. Go on, slut. Suck my dick.'

Neeta smiled and said, 'of course, baby. I am here to suck your dick.'

She started laving her tongue with fetish like fervor as she tongued his cock and pulled and sucked it with heavy vigor.

'You suck my cock so good, slut. I love your tongue. I absolutely love it, slut.'

Her nipples stood out like pencil like erasers at his words as she dived with more happiness. Shyam could notice how she was luxuriating in happiness servicing his cock. She was like a bitch in heat given a favorite bone to play with.

Ajay enjoyed the housewife's service, for it was full of relish and was being done with dogged devotion. He could see that the slut was faithful to his cock rather than her husband's.

'Whose cock do you like, slut? Mine or your husband's?'

Neeta looked into her lover's eyes with the cock in her mouth. She slowly took it out and while looking into his eyes, she ran the tip of his cock against her both nipples one after the other and said, 'I love your cock, sir.'

'Do you want to remain faithful to it?'

She smiled and nodded, 'yes, sir.' The precum which was coming out of the cock coated her nipples. Ajay bent down and pinched them as though he was rewarding her. She squirmed with delight.

'Then don't fuck your husband's cock until I tell you.'

She smiled at him mischievously, but she nodded with no hesitation.

Shyam's heart was about to burst out with the conversation inside. The way Ajay was occupying his slutty wife was as much malicious as it was sensual. And the way his beautiful, curvy wife accepted made the matter spicier.

'If he wants to fuck you, you should get permission from me, slut.'

'Yes, sir.'

Ajay nodded, 'alright, suck my cock and don't miss my balls while you do that.'

With the excitement in her doubled, she started servicing the man with double delight. Ajay could only gasp at the housewife's oral talents, which almost dripped whole of his genitalia. His penis and ballsack were almost bathed. After fifteen minutes of her efforts, he was about to cum.

'I think I may come, baby.'

'Alright, I will stop it.'

'No, slut, you don't. I want you to coat your jugs with my cum.'

With an innocent face, she asked, 'but aren't you going to fuck me, sir?'

'Sorry, honey. No time for today. You should just manage with a blowjob, wouldn't you?'

She was a little disappointed that her lover wasn't fucking her, but giving the pleasure to her man was her primary objective.

She tongued his cock for some more time and when he was about to cum, she arranged her jugs like a screen for him to spew. And she directed the cum so perfectly that they covered the whole expanse of her perfect boobs. Jacking his cock with tears in his eyes, Shyam felt he would die and go to hell for watching one of the hottest scenes on earth.

After it was over, Ajay watched the beautiful housewife with cum on her jugs kneeling before him with a beautiful smile on her pretty face.

'Do you like it, sir?'

'Oh, I love it slut. Don't move, I will take a snap.'

Shyam almost came when he saw how Neeta posed happily for the picture without a care in the world, that the photo may go in some wrong hands. The sort of confidence in her lover added the extra edge in the affair and his masturbation.

She rubbed his cum on her breasts in a devoted fashion as Ajay snapped her. After the session was finished, Ajay collapsed on his chair as Neeta went and sat on his lap without covering her jugs. She took his hands and placed his fingers on her nipples as an invite to play with them.

Ajay played with her nipples and her braid of the hair as she fluttered her eyes in excitement.

'What were you telling, sir?'

'About what?'

'You were telling about some problems?'

'No, I didn't.'

'Please, sir. You can tell me. You are my close friend. Share with me.'

Ajay shook his head and smiled. 'It's nothing, babe. Just my personal stuff.'

'Is there any problem?'

'Nothing, honey. Small issue, nothing that I can't sort out.'

Neeta kissed him as he kissed her back, 'please, sir. Share with me. Maybe I could help.'

'No, you can't, babe. Anyway, there is this investor, who I am haggling with for some finance.'

Neeta asked, 'was it that old man?'

'Yes, babe. That's him. I have been asking for some capital. But he doesn't want to take the risk. I don't know what to say.'

Neeta asked, 'if it isn't offending, I could ask my husband.'

Ajay made a stern face and shook his head, 'no, Neeta. Anyway, this is a huge amount, we are talking of. Starting a couple more branches of the gym in the city. I am working on the old man's weaknesses, but I don't know how much it will work.'

Neeta nodded, 'don't worry, everything will pan out well.'

As she was about to get up, Ajay said, 'thanks for asking, Neeta. It means a lot. You are a lot of moral support, seriously.'