1. Kali calling


    Date: 6/5/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: seska66, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was cuddling up to my wife wondering how far I was going to get tonight. Some night all it takes is a raised eyebrow and then hours later we’re tiding up our discarded clothing from where ever they hit. Other nights I get a definite no, hell some nights I say no. Tonight I wanted it more than she did. So far she hadn’t said no but she wasn’t joining in. I was having to work for it. I was in just my bed shorts and she had one of her long t-shirt nightie things she wears. She had her back to me lying on her side. I was leaning forward just letting my lips graze her shoulder blade. Half kissing half blowing. My right hand was running up and down her thigh. She had her knees clamped together but as my kissing caught her attention she shifted slightly. My hand dropped and gently probed the gap that had opened. Finding her much more sensitive inner thigh. Things were starting to look up. Provided I didn’t rush this I should be able be able to get what I wanted. Just then we both heard a knocking at the front door. She tensed rigid and I groaned in disappointment. If it was one of our nights of wild love making we would have both ignored it. Tonight I was moving out of bed before she asked me to. I pulled on a robe and belted it loosely on. Now to find out who had caused me a night of fun. I opened the front door and looked in amazement. In front of me stood Kali, a woman from the other end of our street but it was Kali as I’d never seen her before. When Kali moved into our ...
    street about six months ago it took me a while to realise she was a Muslim. Now her skin tone told me that someone in her f****y hadn’t been born in this country but whenever she spoke you knew she was born and bred local. She dressed modern but modest. Usually trousers or jeans with full blouses. What finally gave it away was when I saw her dressed formally for some f****y party. It was the first time I ever saw her with the hijab on. That was when it struck me I always saw her with a hat of some sort. Usually it was a baseball cap, sometimes a beret or woolly hat. She had found the way to keep her traditions and not stand out. Now however she was wearing a full burka, she unveiled her face as I opened the door. This told me two things. She was crying and she had a mark across her cheek. Someone had hit her. “Can I come in Steve?” she asked through her tears. I opened the door fully and stood to one side. We must have looked a sight if anyone saw us. Me in a thigh high robe and her the traditional modest Muslim girl. “Katy!” I shouted up the stairs. “You best get down here.” I followed Kali into the living room, she’d visited enough to know her way round our house, usually as I guest of Katy’s in the daylight hours. Katy had hurried down the stairs she hadn’t bothered with a dressing gown and was in just her t-shirt. As soon as she saw Kali she pulled her into a hug. “You poor girl. Has he done it again?” “For the last time. I’m not going back. Can I stay here tonight?” Her tone ...
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