We spent the morning half on household chores. Nothing really happened until 9. We were busy preparing breakfast and lunch, so that we wont have to work later after playing holi.
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At 9, she asked me to call our landlord. We were celebrating holi in the backyard. There was a separate room with attached bathroom and kitchen, meant for gardening time. We would either use my room or this. It used to be like a storeroom but we had tidied up to use it for our 3somes.
We had removed everything – foldable bed and chairs outside, so that we had as much space for ourselves. I had carried two plates of laddus and 2 plates of various colors and kept it on the table.
My wife wore one of her old churidar suit that she was about to throw. I wore an old pair of kurta. But we were surprised to see our landlord in a new pair of white shirt and dhoti. My wife burst our laughing seeing him dress like that, knowing that it will probably be thrown away. He felt embarrassed after realizing the situation. Then we proceeded into the room. My wife handed a paper to our landlord and whispered something in his ears. I saw him read it and tuck it away in his pocket.
We stood next to each other as we waited for my wife, who had gone to get plate of colors. She walked towards me, taking some colors in her fist. But at the last minute, she turned away from me and put a tikka on our landlord's forehead.
"Happpppy Holiii"
After that she rubbed the colors all over her face while on her toes. She glanced at me if i was watching. Our eyes met and she showed me a tongue. while shaking her head to get back for what i did to her in the morning. Then she dragged down her hand from his face, along his chest and belly and then she pushed her hand under his shirt and into his dhoti.
She turned towards him and jerked her hand inside his dhoti and once again screamed like a excited child.
"Happpy holiii"
Our landlord probably didn't expect this naughty gesture to follow the previous respectful gesture. As she yanked her hand out of his dhoti, it came undone. Our landlord tried to hold on to it but my wife held his hand to let it fall. he wasn't wearing any underwear and i could see his cock slowing growing. To add fuel to fire, she took some more colors, bent her knees and cupped his ball sacs while giggling like a kid. It looked as if she was pampering a child. His dick grew stiff in a moment.
She turned towards me and teased me by licking her lips. She then nod her head up, probably asking,"How was that!!". Damn! It's hard to imagine that she has pious, sanskari side to her that looks incorruptible. Rather make you feel guilty for thinking about her in naughty ways.
"THAAAAP"
The sharp sound made my wife jump a little. It took me a moment to realize it was not the sound but a butt slap that made her do so. My wife's face muscles immediately tensed before she let out a moan. I couldn't see what he was doing but i guess he was squishing her butt-cheeks. He then pushed her up on her toes before letting go.
He grabbed the tail of her kameez and pulled her towards him and what it looked like was he grinded her ass on his crotch. He put his arms around her, over her shoulders and took a fistful of colors in both hands and then started smearing it all over chest, trying to cover all nook and cranny. My wife stood with her closed, squinted eyes, trying to keep her balance as she held the color plate steadily. He snuggled his face into her collarbone, making her tilt her head the other way to make space.
I looked at his face. You might expect a devious, mischievous face of a violater. But instead it was tensed and stiff. He looked more like a hunter who was locked in on his hunt. After he finsihing coloring her upper chest, he pushed both his hands into her cleavage. The old dress was tight and his hand got struck but he kept pushing. The old fabric gave away and i could hear the tear of the fabric, as it cut open along her cleavage spilling out her boobs. She wasn't wearing any bra. Coudln't have in that kameeez anyway.
"aaaaha"
My wife moaned in unison. I wasn't prepared for what followed next. Usually he would kiss or smooch her when she is about to moan and would swallow her moans. But today he bit her cheeks like a wild animals. It looked as if he wanted to eat her for real.
"Uuunghh"
My wife yelled and almost dropped the plate. Most of the color was on the floor. While still biting her cheek, he collected her saggy boobs in both his handled and wobbled them for a moment before zeroing on her nipples. My wife let out a cry while rhythmically moaning. She was rolling her head back against his. As my wife about to open her mouth again to let out another cry, in a snap he let go of her cheek and bit her tongue which us out. I wasn't sure if he bit too hard but it was enough to prevert her tongue from slipping away. Like a frog, he he sucked her tongue and next moment he was swallowing her lips or munching, i couldn't make out anymore.
Without looking, he reached out for the colors again. He grabbed a handful before my wife lost her hold and dropped the plate. The noise from the steel plate dropping made me clench my teeth but both of them were oblivious. He let go of her other boob too and then frantically tried to grab the front tail end of her kameez. They were still smooching, so he was blindly searching for it. After he got hold for it, he lifted it up , baring her bellybutton. I noticed his cock sticking out between her legs, moving back and forth. Slowly but surely. I looked at my own cock. It was like a flag pole. I dropped my pants and let out my erect cock. I tried it pushing it down before letting go, and it wobbled like rod which is struck on one end.
He then swiftly undid her churidar but since it was tight fitting it dropped only till her thighs and hung there. He then cupped her kitty over her panties and ziggled them, before slapping me. My wife let out a "aah" in sync. He slipped his hand inside her panties. He wrapped his other hand holding the color around her waist tightly and the yanked his hand that was in her panty. My jumped on her toes. she tried to lash out her legs but they were trapped by the churidar which was struck on her thighs. She tried to break away from the smooch to scream but he would follow and swallow her mouth again. Like birds, their head bobbed up and down, left right. They looked as if they were in a lock-step. As my wife calmed down a little, he pushed her panties down a bit and then switch his grip around my wife. He took the fist full of color and rubbed it on her pussy. He kept rubbing so hard and fast that my wife knees buckled and she pushed her ass back to pull away her crotch from his hands. But he wouldn't let go. And kept rubbing. My wife tried to absorb it all in but then suddenly she start squirming. She tried pushing his away but couldn't so she tried lashing her legs again in the air but they were trapped. Then she tried pulling her weight down and got on her knees and hands. And he was sticking right behind her as if he was mounting her in a doggy position.
I couldn't see but he kept fingering. He then pulled himself back against his back on the floor while holding to my wife and then lay on the floor. My wife looked tired as resistance seemed futile. He was tired too but kept going. And then her body tensed up and she quivered and squirted all over his hand. He let go of her at this point. My wife involuntarily curled towards one side and he cuddled her behind in spooning position.
I didn't notice but i had already came. I looked at him, he had came to,some of his semen sticking on my wife's legs and back.
Even without doing anything i felt tired. I felt giddy and my legs felt weak as if i had just sprinted, so i got down on the floor while letting them rest.
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