Dear Readers, I’m Sunaina Rajesh, a resident of Delhi, having been married for 16 years to my husband Farhan. We have a son Jayant aged 14. We have a big circle of friends, mostly Farhan’s, and this year on our anniversary, we thought it’d be great to have a reunion with all of them. We planned to organize a poolside party at our bungalow. Many of Farhan’s friends were flying in, but Deepak, who’s some 10 years younger to us and knows Farhan through his old job in Bombay, had no family in Delhi and was going to be staying with us. When we were in Bombay, Deepak was immensely close to us and hence we all were excited that he’s coming to stay the weekend with us.
Saturday morning I was prepping for the party in the evening when I got a call from Farhan, who had gone to the airport to pick Deepak, informing me that the airline had misplaced Deepak’s luggage so they’ll probably be a bit late. Some two hours later, they arrive home and we all greet him. “Welcome to Delhi, Mr. Chaudhary” I joke as I hug him to find that he had been sweating all throughout, still unable to handle the Delhi heat. “Your city is mad guys, I’m drenched and all I’m left with is my gym-bag”, he laughed. He had hit the gym before going straight away to the airport in Bombay. He was a big fitness freak and with his chiselled face with a shallow beard marking his jawline, he also had really strong arms protruding from his loose vest.
I told him to follow me to Farhan’s closet so I could give him another tee to wear and on the way he inquired about the whereabouts of Jayant and other random stuff. I gave him the smallest tee Farhan had, hoping it would be fitting for Deepak’s gym-built body. Standing there in front of me, Deepak took off his white vest and quickly put on this tee. The glimpse of his body was astounding – well rounded chest pecs marked by dark brown nipples and a tightly packed set of eight abs all encompassed by a barely-there fuzz of body hair. Thereafter, he went for a short nap and I got busy with party prep.
A couple of hours later, I see him emerging from the guest room wearing the white tee and he had changed out of his track pants into his nike procombant shorts, the kind of gym shorts that are extremely tight and body fitting. I could see his well sculpted leg muscles and his big pumped thighs through the shorts, as well as a significant bulge. He and Farhan were having a little smoke, when I interrupted them. Farhan looks at me and states, “Sue, is there any swimming trunks of mine that’ll fit him?”. I was unsure, we’re not big on swimming and the pool at our place is usually dry. I suggested that I dig through Farhan’s clothes and get some options. We couldn’t go shopping on such short notice as it was a national holiday and most stores would be shut till the second half of the day.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find many options. I found a pair of old pink trunks and took them to the guest room where Deepak was lying on the bed in a position whereby the first thing anybody who walks in would notice is his big bulge within the black tight shorts. “I have these trunks but they won’t even fit Jayant, they’re tiny. I also have this white shirt which you can wear on top of these shorts you’re wearing and keep it open to give a beachy-feel”, I said, equally confused as him. “Let me try the shirt”, he said while getting up from the bed and removing his tee. The shirt looked completely unflattering on him and he removed it too, standing in just his tight shorts in front of me. “Let’s see what we can do”, I said, “do you have any other gym clothes?”, I inquired additionally. He handed me his small gym bag, “nothing major, maybe a vest and a few underwear”, he said.
I opened the bag, ruffled through some towels and shampoos to find a stash of underwear. There were a few tight briefs that I thought he’d look totally hot in but probably would be inappropriate for me to suggest him to wear in front of that many guests. I found a tiny boxer-brief, marginally bigger than a brief, with a yellow band and some pattern on a predominantly black cloth. “Why don’t you wear this?”, I said, holding out the boxer-briefs to him, and without waiting for him to respond, I continued, “Pair it up with an open white shirt or not!”. He looked a little perplexed, “Are you sure? It’s literally underwear.” I giggled to lighten it up and said, “Yaar, who cares? You have such a great body, show off that gym work”.
The guests had started arriving, I put on my dress and started greeting everybody. I see Deepak coming out of his room soon after he hears the bustle outside. To my pleasant surprise, he was just wearing the underwear and no shirt, thank god. His chest pecs were swelling up, his perfectly carved body and strong thighs were making me wet my panties. I had never felt such sexual attraction towards Farhan, this was different. He pranced about talking to different groups of middle-aged dad-bods, hiding their bodies, and he was just standing out super confident about his body, wearing an underwear that seemed unnatural just being on his body that deserved to be shown in its complete grandeur. All the wives were drooling at his physique, some even feeling up his muscles whenever they got the chance.
Anyway, the rest of the party was pretty much a blur, I don’t remember anything apart from every single movement his body made – my eyes were just plastered to his almost naked wet body and even wetter briefs that after a while had given up, sometimes letting his asscrack show and sometimes marking a full imprint of his big rod. I was sitting in my bathtub masturbating for the fifth time since the morning to his body. I was done, I had no control, I had to get him naked. I wore my clothes, got out of the bathroom when I saw Jayant having breakfast on the dining table. I knew I could use him to achieve something today.
I took Jayant and knocked on Deepak’s door and before he could respond, opened the door and entered, in a high-pitched tone said, “Jayant was so excited to meet you, Deepak”. He was still in his bed but woke up slowly to us. “Oh hey Jay-boy, I missed you so much yesterday”, he said yawning, his eyes still shut. He sat up with his quilt now falling from his shoulders revealing his perfect shirtless body. He soon got up from the bed wearing his black tight shorts. He hugged Jayant tightly – Jayant always idolised Deepak and since Jayant has started going to the gym himself, Deepak’s fitness is all he can talk about. “Jayu you ask Deepak all you want”, I said to Jayant, and without waiting for anybody to respond, I continued, “and see Deepak’s body – it’s so tight and hard”. As I said this, I touched his arms, pressed his shoulders, instructing Jayant also to do the same.
I touched and squeezed his chest pecs and Jayant was following. I moved my hands across his abs and it was the best high possible. Soon Farhan entered, also shirtless with a bottle of oil in his hands – “My back is aching Sue, can you please rub this oil?”. I was slightly embarrassed to be now rubbing some oil on Farhan’s slightly bulging and fading muscular body, and I completed that as half-heartedly as I could. “Yaar this oil works wonders, you should try too Deepak”, said Farhan as he wore the shirt he was carrying in his hands and exited the room.
I took this opportunity almost like a eureka moment – “Deepak, he’s right, you should definitely apply this oil. It’ll be good for you”. He hesitated, took the bottle from my hand, and observed the labels etc. By this time Jayant had also lost interest and gone back to his phone in the living room. I took the bottle from Deepak and said, “You go have a bath with warm water, relax a little, I’ll catch up with you and help you apply this”. Deepak was a little flustered, he nodded and started walking towards the washroom. He picked up a grey brief from his gym bag and a towel on the way. He went inside and I could hear the water pouring from the shower. God, the door between us was killing me – I wanted to tear it down, just have him in front of me.
I waited for some 10 minutes to pass and re-entered his room to hear the water still pouring inside the bathroom. I couldn’t control, I knocked profusely. “What happened, who is it?”, A voice came from inside. “It’s me, Deepak. Warmed up some oil for you”, I replied. “Sue, just let it be outside, I’ll take it”, he replied from inside, now the shower turned off so he could hear me. “Just open the door, oil will get cold and it’s best to apply it between showers so you can get rid of the greasiness” I quickly replied, being as persuasive as one can be. “But I’m having a bath, Sue, I’m not wearing anything”, he argued sheepishly. “Arrey Deepak, stop being so weird, just put something on and open up”, I conclusively rested my case.
In about ten seconds, I hear the latch going down, before he could pull the handle, I barge inside. The bathroom was steamy due to the hot water, and I could see Deepak had quickly put on his tight grey briefs. He probably didn’t dry his body first, his chest, hair, neck, thighs everything was wet. His grey briefs were also clinging on barely and being damp were making a wonderful impression of his balls and cockhead.
I took some oil in my hand and without saying a word, started rubbing his shoulders. At one point, his cock poked my leg, so he quickly turned around saying “do my back first”. I obliged – traced my hands all across his sculpted back as slowly as possible, reached his lower back, played around with the elastic of his jockey briefs. Then I nudged him to turn around and I oiled his chest pecs, playing with his nipples, instructed him to keep his hands on top of his head so I could smell his musky armpits, oh I was in a daze. Then I ducked down, starting to rub oil all over his perfect calves, digging my fingers into his muscled quads and thighs, slowly moving my hands up his thighs to where his briefs started. I wanted to pull or rather rip that brief right there, but I had to maintain my composure.
“I’m feeling too warm inside here”, I said, since there was so much smog because of the boiling water he was bathing with, “why don’t you just step outside for a second”. He didn’t protest, just followed me outside into his room. I continued rubbing his body, that wonderful chest, those triceps, that back, to the point where the oil was all absorbed by his skin. He didn’t say a word throughout, even though I did hear him just silently moaning sometimes as he closed his eyes and took in the feeling of being touched.
“There, now you put it there”, I handed him the bowl of oil, and pushed my neck forward to signal towards his crotch. I wanted him to be confused. “What, where?”, He said. “Arrey, baba, there, be a bit mature about this, hehe”, I said, adding on. “Should I just go bathe now?”, He sheepishly asked. “No, complete your oiling na, baba”, I responded, “there!”, I added. He continued to look confused. I took this as an opportunity and said, “acha okay, let me”, and leaped to tug at the elastic of his briefs and push them down. He pushed me aside and jumped back, “what are you doing”, he said, while his penis stood up full mast. I hadn’t taken his underwear completely off, it was still entangled in his legs, and as he jumped back, he lost balance and what seemed to be in slow motion, fell to the ground.
“Arrey, baba, are you fine?”, I shouted, well knowing he was, the fall wasn’t serious. “Let me help you”, I added, while my hands directly went to his entangled briefs near his ankle, took them off completely and threw them far away on the bed, outside our line of sight. He lay there still shocked from the fall naked. When he came into his senses, he suddenly cupped his crotch to hide. “I’m so sorry”, he was embarrassed at having flashed me. Without any reaction, I picked up the oil, “remove your hands”, I commanded, and when he didn’t budge, I physically removed his hands. “Haha, you can’t even do this much right yourself”, I tried to laugh it off and gently comforted him by touching his shoulder, while my other oily hand went straight to his cock and lathered it in oil. I stroked it just a bit, pretending it’s to spread the oil. He later got up and without a word walked back inside the washroom, with his sculpted ass cheeks in my direction. He didn’t bother to close the bathroom door completely and watched him wash the oil off his body.