Chapter 17: Make-up Hugs

“Take out the hand ... it doesn’t feel like a hug if it’s not two hands ... and no one can see your cunt while you are hugging me anyway”, Ramesh says.

“Whatever”, my wife says, rolls her eyes, and moves the hand covering her pussy to the back of his neck.

He pulls her still closer until both of their body is completely glued together. He still tightens his hands around her, squeezing her body like a python does its prey.

“Ahhhhh ... it hurts” my wife complains.

“This is a make-up bear hug!” He jokes while moving his hips, pushing his crotch in between my wife’s legs. I think I see my wife tightening her grip.

“Are you trying to rub your penis on me?” My wife asks, concerned.

“What! I am just trying to adjust” he says with the same convincing tone that a child says he didn’t try to get cookies while his hand is stuck in the jar.

She seems to buy the explanation. I don’t know why the hug has to go so long.

One of his hands starts to slip downwards from her back to her waist and then he grabs her ass and he starts roughly squeezing it. He “adjusts” his hips once more, rubbing his crotch between my wife’s legs.

My wife at first pushes herself into him, tightens her hand, and pushes her face into his neck.

After a few seconds, she tries to pull up his hand from her ass. He doesn’t let her, instead, he keeps squeezing.

“Stop it”, my wife says but it doesn’t have any teeth.

“I am just hugging you”, he says and grinds his crotch once more. I see my wife close her eyes and bite her lips. In a few seconds, she comes to her senses.

“You can’t hug me from my ass”, she says.

“One on the back and another on the ass, it’s the perfect way to hug”, he says jokingly.

“Shut up”, my wife says while laughing.

“Now please”, she asks him when he does not stop.

I see his face suddenly turn angry and him thinking for a few seconds. His face relaxes.

“Fine”, he says and lifts his hand to her waist. My wife goes back to hugging him with both arms.

He starts squeezing the other ass-cheek with the other hand. He “adjusts” his crotch again. My wife again needs a few seconds to compose herself. “Hey” my wife complains when she is able to. “What?”, he asks with fake innocence.

“Move it” my wife demands, still grabbing his hand. He makes a face like he is doing something physically hard, pushes his crotch more into the gap between her legs, and very aggressively grinds his crotch, gyrating his hips in tight circles.

My wife wraps the second hand around his neck too and pushes her face into his neck. She doesn’t speak and lets him do what he wants for more than a few seconds.

“Move your hand” she requests in a whisper.

He moves the other hand to her ass cheek too and starts groping her whole ass.

“Move your hands up!” She exclaims with a smile.

“What are you doing? Decide at one go! So many confusing orders!” He exclaims with fake irritation.

“Okay just move them up”, my wife says while laughing.

He moves his hand up, slides them between themselves and grabs both of her breasts, and starts mauling them like crazy.

“Ahhhhhh” my wife moans and says “stop it!” tries to push him away with a smile. He doesn’t stop

“Stop it”, my wife says again.

I see him get angry again. He looks at one of his gang members, and says, “she is all yours, grab her” before my wife could say anything he pushes, and almost throws her towards him. He grabs my wife, yanks her onto himself and wraps his hands around her, and starts squeezing. It was like two boys passing a toy.

“Nilesh and you should also hug and make up”, Ramesh says as Nilesh starts adjusting his hip too by grinding in between my wife’s legs.