Coupling with Wife’s Sister in law - 3
Friends the build up is slow like foreplay but climax is explosive
I arrived home whistling a tune. It had been a good day for me and Vimi was away and I was thinking of my beer lying in the fridge. I punched in the code on the key pad to enter my house and was greeted by the aroma of food cooking. There are only four people who knew the code of the key pad. Vimi and my daughter were together in Mumbai and I had talked to them about an hour ago. Both were expected back after two days so unless it was a big surprise by Vimi the only other person who knew the code was Pooja. Pooja or Poo as I always called her was Vimi's brother's wife.
"Hello Poo" I shouted from the gate. Hi Veeju she said coming out from the kitchen from where the lovely aroma of cottage cheese being marinated and cooked was coming. Pooja's husband Ram had expired a year ago in a road accident. Pooja lived in Chandigarh and whenever she had time she walked into our house which was not quite far away from her house and she always had a free run in our house.
Poo is on the wrong side of forty and is extremely beautiful. Little beads of perspiration on her forehead, wearing a white top and blue jeans and no footwear she came out wiping her forehead. Her hand had white sauce on it and unknowingly trying to remove the perspiration from her forehead she spread the white sauce on to her forehead. Poo had not realised it and came up to me. We shook hands and pecked each other on the cheek. As Poo withdrew her hands from my hand she noticed the white sauce on my hands.
"Sorry Veeju go wash your hands" she said.
"Don't worry Poo but take a look at yourself in the mirror" I told her. I led Poo to the bathroom and she gasped when she saw the white sauce on her forehead.
"The tastiest sauce ever Poo" I took a dig. As she moved forward to wash her hands because of the close confines her breasts brushed my shoulder. Poo blushed but did not yield space.
As I tried to back up my shoulder pressed her breasts more and she blushed more. Her blushing was quite visible in the mirror.
"Hey Veeju" Poo said "Do something about it soon" and with one hand pointed to her forehead. Accidentally (in hindsight may be it was planned out) her second hand was pointing towards my Dicky Bird which was trying to escape its confines. Her eyes travelled down and when she saw her second hand pointing in the direction of Mr. Bird she blushed a deeper red.
I was washing my hand and said "Don't worry Poo" I picked up a hand towel. "Very sorry to waste the sauce, no other alternative". I wiped the sauce from her forehead and then kept the hand towel on my shoulder. Poo washed her face with water and plucked the hand towel from my shoulder, dried her face and once again placed the hand towel on my shoulder cleaned it with the hand towel. With a twinkle in her eyes she walked out of the bathroom.
"Your beer is cold Veeju" said Poo, "please give me a glass also she said". This was not the first time she was having beer. Many times earlier when Vimi was at home all three of us had beer but it was the first time she was having it all alone with me. "I am making some finger food which we can enjoy with the beer"
"Vimi is not at home Poo" I called out to her. "She will be back day after only"
"I know Veeju, Vimi called me up in the evening and asked me to visit you and see that you are properly fed and you do not drink a lot and also to ensure that you have your milk" said Poo as she walked out of the kitchen and as if suggestively her top two shirt buttons were undone.
Now let me describe myself to you. I am happily married to Vimi and have a daughter. I am in my late 50's and my sex life with Vimi had become more or less non-existent with Vimi after her Men O Pause. Before that we had quite a regular sex life where at times I was the initiator and at time Vimi. I have a big time feet fetish and Vimi had always fulfilled my desire for the fetish
Pooja as I have told you earlier was Vimi's brothers wife. She was fair coloured height approx. 5.3, sharp features, feet size 5 ( I can vouch for that as Vimi Poo and I had purchased shoes and slippers together.) Bust size was 36B (after this experience I can vouch for that also) and still firm. Feet were like heaven. Vimi already had informed me that Pooja also had had menopause immediately after death of my co-brother. Now back to my experience.....
I looked up as Poo walked out of the kitchen and my eyes lingered at her cleavage. I looked up at her face and Poo knowingly winked and her eyes fell down to my crotch which was swelling rapidly. My eyes lingered down and her sweet navel was slightly visible. As if following my gaze Poo put her hands up and now her full navel was visible. My eyes went down to her feet and I started salivating. With control I did not allow the saliva to come out of my mouth. I had very mixed feelings. I was sex starved for many years but had never thought of sex with Poo inspite of the fact that I always watched her beautiful feet and her navel whenever it was visible.
"Pretty aren't they" Poo asked and my eyes locked with her eyes and saw the twinkle in them once again. Now my mouth was going dry. I did not know what to do. "I will be back after a bath just ensure that the beer is out. I have kept a few more bottles in the refrigerator so remind me to take them out after one hour. And today is lovely beer night, night of giving and taking, night of sharing and night of enjoying. You start as I might take a few minutes". Poo walked into our room and I saw that the sway of her back had increased ever so slightly or was it just my change in feelings towards her.
"Poo wait a minute, let me take out my change of clothes" as I walked into my room. Poo was not to be seen but her bra which she might have just taken off after her top was visible. My hand picked it up and I my eyes went to its label. 36B I read.
I picked up my shorts and sleeveless vest and walked out. I went to the other bathroom and changed. I walked into the kitchen got out two bottles of beer (we all loved to drink beer straight from the bottle), came to the living room area, opened my bottle and took a swig. I lit a cigarette and relaxed myself. My brain was in overdrive and was trying to relive the navel and feet sequence. As I smoked, I closed my eyes. Suddenly the cigarette was taken out of my hand and as I looked up, Poo plonked besides me on the sofa and put her pretty feet up on the table. My eyes fixed on them. She was wearing a boxer short which was much above her knees and starting from much below her navel. Her sexy navel was visible. She was wearing a bloused top with two of her button undone. As I gazed down her top I realised she was not wearing any bra.
"I told you they are pretty" Poo said. She picked up the bottle of beer from which I was drinking and took a swig and another after that.