Chapter 12

Her husband's disgusting behaviour last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute callousness in anouncing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realised with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it?" she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbour's seventeen year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's reason for idolising her was that all the neighbourhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like brests, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing everytime the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

"Aunt Manya you looked rather sexy the other day while skipping".

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

"I mean very sexy Aunt Manya", the teenager spoke out. "Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking about you."

Manya was a bit concerned and asked her "Who went crazy Sana"?.

"Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go wild, espcially when your saree top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked the most. Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt Manya," she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen, "Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you.".

"Sure Salman," said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young studs thrusts drove the blues of her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceasless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mindblowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.