My Wife Shikha And The Principal – Part 2

My Wife Shikha And The Principal - Part 2
Mr. Paul and Shikha agreed to my plan about the race. We all had to go through different directions. As per the plan, all started running towards the top. I was just following my wife. She is the ice cream after all. It was very tiring for both of us. Mr. Paul has more experience of this. As expected soon my wife reaches there, Mr. Paul was waiting for us. I was hiding behind bushes. My wife was completely tired and sweat was all over her body. The thighs, cleavage, belly button, chest, face, and arms all were shining because of sweat. Mr. Paul: See Shikha I won. Shikha: Huff. Yes, sir, I am second. Mr. Paul: Till your husband comes let me ask you my price. Shikha: Ok. He goes near to my wife. Mr. Paul: Can I take all the sweat from your body? Shikha: Oh sir, what are you saying? She was still breathing heavy because of running. Mr. Paul doesn’t wait and pulled her into his arms. Soon she gets into his arms. He started kissing and licking all sweat from her face, crushing her midriff with his strong hands. My wife closes her eyes tightly and not letting him kiss her lips. She was struggling but not pushing him away. After a minute she stops resisting and starts making a moaning sound. He slides her top from both of her shoulder and kissing her like a mad dog. She suddenly pushes him and adjusted her top. Shikha: Enough Sir, please stop. Me: Hi anyone reached, I am coming Mr. Paul: Welcome Mr. you lost. Me: Yes, who won? Shikha: Mr. Paul won. Mr. Paul: I’ll ask you my price once we go down. Let me think of the best thing. I could see Shikha’s upper body and waist was all red because of kissing, crushing and squashing session she just had. Her hairs were untidy. My conservative wife just gave a taste of her beauty to her principal. We went down and took some rest, I was in front and could hear a naughty voice as if Mr. Paul was touching my wife walking behind her. After tea, we were supposed to have a campfire. I asked my wife to wear a wraparound dress, yellow-orange color, which is up to her knees. It’s having one knot at her waist to make it fit her. I asked her not to wear any bra. I like her to wear this dress with jiggling melons. I like her loose boobs shaking in the dress. First, she was resisting, but she also wants to show her beauty to Mr. Paul. After a couple of arguments, she agreed. It was a sleeveless dress and after she put knot, it was little up from front revealing her upper thigh a bit. As expected, she kept her hairs open. She was looking damn sexy and Mr. Paul took time to look at her beauty Mr. Paul: I wish I could frame you here in this beautiful valley. We started having wine and barbeque with the bonfire. Mr. Paul played music and we started dancing. After a couple of songs, Mr. Paul asked to play a game. He will rotate bottle and whoever it points must dance. Also, person spinning the bottle must pick slip for a song to dance. It was colorful slips. First, he rotates and pointed to me, I danced on a normal number. Then I rotate, which point to Mr. Paul. He danced again on a normal number, I picked. Now Mr. Paul rotated, and it stopped pointing to my wife. Mr. Paul had something in his mind, all slips we used was either green or yellow. He picked pink color slip. He asked my wife to dance on a sexy song ‘Akeli main Aai’ (from Gambler) He was having the original vulgar track. My wife performed a sexy dance which could arouse even 100-year-old guy. There is a line about a mole (Til). My wife has a til on her cheek – ‘Gore Gal Pe Til hai Kaala’. Also, there were many words asking for having wild sex. This aroused Mr. Paul and he decided to get closer to my wife. Mr. Paul: Now it’s my turn to ask for the price. We all agreed, first he wants to ask my wife. Mr. Paul: You must perform a couple dance with me and you need to pick a slip. My wife doesn’t want to pick pink as it was the sexy one. She picked blue, which he assumed and planned. It was slow music for 3 to 4 minutes. He grabbed my wife’s hand and waist and started the moves. My wife was trying to maintain distance, but he was pulling her close and getting her boobs touched by his chest. After a minute, his hand was at her lower back and my wife’s arm was resting on him completely. Their faces were very close as they can taste each other’s breath. After 2 minutes of intimate eye contact, she realizes my presence and broke the rhythm. Before finishing the dance, he said something to my wife in her ear, which she denied with shyness. After dance she went to the washroom, I was dying to know what he said to my wife. I saw her coming back and checking barbecue, I realize her panty line is missing, I went close and tried to check. Yes, she went to remove her panty. That bastard convinced my wife to come without panty at once. And she was not listening to me for a bra. Her ass was jiggling, her boobs were dancing. I wanted her to get screwed like hell today. I went to the washroom and tried to peep back. Mr. Paul went to my wife and said something at her ear. She took one sip from his glass and gave back to him. He might have insisted her to sip a drink. I felt guilty of becoming a showstopper. I got an idea and told them about me going to sleep. Mr. Paul: Ok good night. Shikha put some dinner for us My wife didn’t have dinner as she was waiting for us to finish drinking. My wife was serving dinner to Mr. Paul. He held her hand and asked to have dinner in the same plate. Mr. Paul: Come and have food with me on the same plate. Shikha: Sir! Please, Ramesh might come. He was holding her hand tightly, she pulled a chair and seat next to him. She picked two spoons for them to eat dal rice. He took one spoon and kept it back and said. Mr. Paul: One plate, one spoon, and one hand. Shikha: Sir, no, please. He takes another spoon from her hand and kept that aside and says. Mr.

Paul: You are right, we have your beautiful and tasty hands, who needs a spoon and spoil the taste. Oh man, I was astonished. My wife really took some dal-rice in her hand and started feeding him like a kid. He made the huge sound of sucking all from her hand. She suddenly pulled her hand and looked down with embarrassment. Then he took some in his hand and tried to feed her. She was looking down, so he lifted her chin and tried to feed her. She must open her mouth, he feeds her and asked her to get up. Soon she got up he pulled her to his lap. He lifted her dress from behind so her naked ass touches his hairy thighs. But she resisted and trying to push him to get up from his lap. Shikha: Aah Sir, please don’t, this is wrong. Mr. Paul made a tighter grip at her waist and said Mr. Paul: Call me Paul and not sir. Also, you are very light and full of aroma. I am glad that you are sitting on my lap, now feed me or I’ll call Ramesh. Also, I will tell how you enjoyed me cleaning your sweat and how I made you dry at the hill. Shikha: No Sir.No Paul. Please don’t call Ramesh. She started feeding him and eating, one line of dal was falling from her palm to her arm, Paul held her arm and sucked it. But he didn’t stop there, he sucked her whole arm. Shikha: Paul, please stop. Are you not hungry, then let me get up? Paul: I am hungrier now. I am hungry for your creamy smooth sexy and curvy body. Saying this he started massaging her boob with his right hand, and with the left, he started massaging her smooth creamy thigh. Then he starts kissing her neck, chest, and arms. Shikha was speechless and the sensation was showing on her face. Her eyes went up and mouth goes open. She first time said a word which gave license to Mr. Paul. Shikha: Huh Aaah! He held her tightly and kissing all over her face, arm and cleavage. Soon he slides her dress and kisses her right boob, she came in sense, tried to stop him and said. Shikha: Paul, please stop, let me wash my hands, please. He leaves her, she goes to washroom and soon she starts washing her hands. She sees Mr. Paul back of her. He held her hands and start washing them. She lets that happen. He took chance and started kissing her shoulder and neck from the backside. She pushes him and went near to his tent. He came near to her, and slide her dress up to her hips, I could see shining liquid or say love juice dripping through her smooth thighs. Mr. Paul touched her thighs and took her juice and tasted it. He held her arm tightly and took her inside the tent. He was treating my wife like a cow and she was just following Mr. Paul. Her face was red and giving acceptance to Mr. Paul to start loving her. Mr. Paul holds her arm and starts kissing her hand. He goes up to her silky arm, another hand of Mr. Paul crushing my wife’s waist. She rests her palm at his shoulder and holding, messaging tightly in enthusiasm. She was biting her lower lip and letting him kiss her body. My wife was too much animated. Soon he kisses her neck, she apprehended him tightly with her silky arms. Her boobs getting pressed in Mr. Paul’s chest. She removed his t-shirt and looked up into his eyes with desire. Her heavy breath making her boobs up and down. The first time he took his lips to her, she moved back. He went near again she moved little back again. He stops and moves little back, but surprisingly my wife pulled him and started French wild kissing. They kissed for 10 to 15 minutes. While kissing he pulled her dress and made her nude. She hopped on him and both of her legs were in the air. He was tightly holding her beautiful bums and she was holding him tightly. Kissing with a lot of moaning sound from my wife. Then he pushed her to the pole of the tent and start kissing her smooth and fair back. She turned, exposing her milky boobs to another person than me (her husband). Mr. Paul jumps on her and both fall on the mattress. He starts kissing, sucking biting and massaging her boobs. Within 5 minutes both of her boobs were red with the hunger for Mr. Paul. He pulled down his shorts and underwear by showing 7 inches thick monster, which is ready to drive my wife’s pussy. My wife was lying necked under his dick. Mr. Paul: You are so beautiful, look your love juice is flowing from your love hole. Saying this, he starts sucking her pussy, which she was dying for. After some time, he comes to her and kisses her lips. While kissing he thrust his dick into her pussy and starts giving hard strokes. My wife was enjoying it like hell and moaning loudly. This goes up to 30 minutes. Then both come to climax with hard-hitting and loud sounds. They didn’t care about me sleeping in next camp. In the morning I woke up and saw my wife coming out from Mr. Paul’s tent and wearing his shirt and socks. She comes to me and hugs me tightly showing how good the night was. I felt no panty or bra under her shirt. They took tea and breakfast with me, Shikha was in between me and Mr. Paul. He was putting his hand on her back sometimes, which I didn’t bother about. Then Mr. Paul pulled her and took her into his tent. She was laughing and following her with no resistance, that too in front of me. She followed into his tent. I could hear their voice of lovemaking. I couldn’t resist, I waited and out and went inside. My wife was lying necked under him and was getting pumped. As soon he sees me they both ended with a lot of noise and heavy climax. They were lying in the same position and slept. In the whole trip, they were living like a couple and keeping me away. I somehow enjoyed the feeling!