Her 70 year old husband devoured her navel in search for his pill. He gave her an unexpected navel smooch. After 15 minutes, He finally yanked the pill out. She moaned in relief, "ahhh." He swallow the pill, "yum, I missed this my young wife," he said giving her a tight navel pinch. "Oww!" She jumped. He left the room. She came searching for me at the window, "sorry, you must leave while I distract him," she told me. I quickly grabbed her face and gave her passionate kiss. "Darling," her husband's wife boomed. She pushed me back into the garden. I savored the taste of her sexy lips on mine licking my lips at her delicious beauty. I regained hope in our romance. I was falling in love with an old man's young wife, who was my neighbor aunty. I couldn't believe it. I pinched myself I wasn't dreaming.
As her husband entered the room, he held a small velvet box in his hands, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "My love," he said, his voice warm and inviting, "I have something special for you."
She looked up, curiosity replacing her earlier tension. He opened the box to reveal intricate silver anklets and a delicate waist chain, shimmering in the soft light. "These will accentuate your beauty," he said, gently taking the anklets from the box.
He knelt down, carefully placing each anklet around her slender ankles, his touch tender and reverent. He lifted her saree up. For the first time I saw her soft milky long sexy legs. I was angry at the old man touching her.
"You deserve to shine, my young sexy wife," the old man murmured, glancing up at her with admiration. The anklets shined and made noise as she walked.
He knelt down and aggressively yanked her old waist chain off her hip. "Oww!" She said as the chain hit the ground.
He brought out the new waist chain, silver and Shiney. He tied it around her waist. He caressed every inch of her waist which made me angry. He poked her navel a generous amount of times as he tightened the waist chain around her chubby hips. He fondled her navel. "Mmm it's nice," she moaned.
In order to fix the hook, he brought his old wrinkly lips to her navel where he held the hook. He bit the hook with his toothless mouth, gently biting her the bottom of her navel as his old white haired nose repeatedly entered her navel hole. She closed her eyes at the old man fondling her.
He fastened the waist chain, letting it rest on her hips, accentuating her curves.
"Now, dance for me," he said, his eyes sparkling with joy.
She hesitated for a moment but then nodded, a shy smile spreading across her face. She signalled me that she was distracting him as I could finally leave without him noticing. I didn't move. I wanted to see her dance so bad. As she began to sway, the jewelry glinted and jingled softly with her movements. Her husband watched with delight, his expression filled lust. He licked his lips as he spanked her ass to dance. She jumped as he pinched her large bouncey ass. I oogled her swaying hips and jiggling belly and her T shaped deep navel that was completely exposed. She danced seductively, seducing both her 70 year old husband and her 18 year old lover, me.
She was volumptous fully developed and ripened mangos looked ready for picking.
Her husband stepped closer, wrapping a silver chain around her neck, letting it dangle just above her deep cleavage line. "You look radiant," he said, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed her left hip from behind and swayed with her.
His left hand gripped tight on her navel opening. "You're sexy," he said closing his eyes and kissing her neck. She signaled me to leave.
From my hidden vantage point, I couldn't help but admire her grace and beauty. The way the anklets caught the light and the way she moved brought a mix of admiration and sorrow within me. I felt the weight of our secret pressing down, a bittersweet reminder of our shared moments.
As she danced, the room filled with a delicate energy, the air thick with unspoken words. It was a scene of intimacy, a testament to their bond, yet I grappled with the knowledge of my own place in her life.
Would I ever be able to dance with her like this, to celebrate her beauty without the shadows of secrecy? I held my breath, watching, caught in the complex tapestry of longing and regret.
As I decided to escape through the back door of the kitchen, a pot fell.
"What was that?" Her husband asked. I peaked over trying not to make a sound.
"Nothing, probably a cat," she said.
"No I heard something," he said coming my way as I hid behind the kitchen door.
She quickly grabbed her husband's face and pushed it into her deep cleavage. She squished his face into her boobs. "Oh my sexy wife, how I love your ripe mangos. They are more riper than when I left you. Mwah mwah mwah Mwah mwah mwah Mwah mwah mwah Mwah mwah mwah, mmmmm," he moaned as he kissed her boobs.
She pressed his face into her boobs signaling me to go. I was angry. I didn't want to leave. The old man ripped her saree blouse apart. Her large two bouncey big melons jumped out. I was in awe at the brown sexy boobs and wide large round dark brown nipples. I watched her left nipple disappear into her husband's mouth. He sucked her boobs monsterously as her bossoms danced on his entire face. His dark dirty long tongue salivated her nipples. His tongue slapped her boobs. He squeezed her boobs together while fingering her navel. She looked upset staring at me with love and shame. She slapped her boobs on his face to distract him. My heart sunk as I left the back door. I nodded to her with a smile saying it's ok
She sighed in relief that I left. Her husband continued to fondle her precious breasts.
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