When Suresh woke up the next morning, it was 9:45 AM. He panicked, but then realised that Pari and Sneha had disabled the alarm. As he went to do his business, he smelt the intoxicating aroma of his favourite Biriyani. Once he was done, he just bounded over and hugged Pari from behind. Pari was wearing only an apron and smiled as she felt his arms. She adjusted her dish and turned around. The made out like college students while rammed his cock against her crotch. Pari, as usual, accepted it fully but when he tried to undo her apron, she firmly pushed him. By then, he was fully ready to burst and clutched his cock in pain to avoid cumming. Pari smiled, hugged and gave him one last smooch. Suresh waited until the pain reduced and went to Sneha. Sneha was clad decently in tracks and made out with him as well. Once they were done, Suresh went down on all fours behind them waiting for their orders, if any.
This was a well-rehearsed ritual by now. They did the cooking while he was down on all fours behind them. Sometimes, they made him help them, the most common being cleaning up any mess made while cooking, with his tongue. Sometimes, for long-drawn out meals, they just came and sat in front of him and it was his responsibility to lick every last drop of sweat from their feet or slippers. Sometimes, when the dish was not turning out the way they wanted to, they also took out their frustrations on him by swatting him with their spatula. That anyway happened invariably when they were waiting for the dish to simmer or cool. During these times, they both sat on the sofa. Suresh cleaned one of their feet while the other kept swatting away with the spatula on his ass. Suresh was used to all this. However, this was the first time that Pari was doing it clad in only an apron.
The apron extended to Pari's knees. From the side, those huge breasts, the ones that she so generously pressed against him every night, he was now seeing it in the side-angle. He loved side-boobs in movies. And, seeing it was causing it's effect. However, that effect was minuscule compared to what happened every time she turned around. As with all aprons, there was nothing more than a string to the back and Pari had tied it at the centre of her waist. This meant, that ass, that heavenly ass was fully visible to Suresh. Obviously, this was not new to him. He had banged her multiple times. However, it was now more than a month she had let him. During that time, he had not wanked even once and so, he was now in turmoil. And, he realised, Pari was actually aware of all this. Come on! Who jiggles their butt that many times by accident? Or, who has to scratch their breasts so many times? And, it cannot be an accident that Pari was scratching them only when turned to the side.
Sneha had just completed cutting the onions for the raita. Once it was done, it was now up to Pari to finish the Biriyani. She was free. She was aware of how Pari was teasing Suresh and so, she turned around and stared at him. Suresh was transfixed at Pari's ass, and, Sneha told herself, who could blame him. And so, she waved too Suresh. She then proceeded to pinch Parimala in the ass and cupped it. Pari, taken aback, nevertheless smiled and blew a kiss to Suresh. As Suresh watched, Sneha gently started caressing Pari''s ass up and down.
UP and down! Up and down!
And then, suddenly, she cupped it and cupped it hard as Pari moaned!
Suresh had no idea when he had started, but he was rubbing his cock. He had no idea until Sneha raised her eyebrows and pointed to it!
Pointed to it!
While he was naked, not a stitch on, in his birthday suit.