Desi Aunty With Her Hubby At Night
Lydia’s dress was open at the front and the bra hung loosely over her breasts. ‘Hold that pose,’ she said, dropping the dress to the floor as she turned toward the dressing table where the lamp stood. ‘An… oth… er… sur… pr… ise,’ she sang, as she returned. The bra was now fastened and left almost nothing to the imagination. The black skimpy panties barely camouflaged the target of my desire. She posed, first with one leg bent at the knee and arms spread to demonstrate what the underwear was. It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about. As I toweled off and watched her dancing among the colorful natural mosaic, I suddenly realized that everything was OK, that I loved this girl so, so much, and that everything was fine, that I could share her with this man who also loved her, but who would never be a danger to our love.She finally rushed back to us panting, a sprig of bright red flowers entwined in her long, blond, flowing hair. Quickly she twisted some flowers into my hair behind my ear and then laughing twisted two blue. ’ ‘And Danny’s, I’ll bet.’ ‘Look closely at these photos,’ Sean said. ‘I’d rather not.’ ‘No, look. If you look at several you’ll see how careful the little shit was. He never hit her on the face or neck, or the lower arms or legs. I’ll bet he never broke a bone, either.’ ‘If he had we would have discovered it,’ Mike said. ‘Yeah. It was very controlled. Scarily controlled sexual sadism. I think there’s a lot more to Steve than we ever knew. Did you ever suspect this?’ Mike shrugged. ‘I was on.
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