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It was that uncle’s wife standing under that tree with an umbrella. We quickly opened the car door and let her in. She was a bit drenched and thanked us for letting her in. She said that her husband had left for a nearby town for some work.
I was shocked to hear this since I did some ‘work’ with him a few minutes ago. Aunty said that her house was just a few meters away and asked us to come there due to the heavy rains. Nita agreed to it, and I drove to her apartment, which was only a minute away.
I parked the car and followed Aunty to her house. It was a nice flat, and Nita asked about her kids. Aunty said that they didn’t have any kids. She led us in, and we sat on the sofa, and Aunty went to make some tea.
Let me tell you a bit about the Aunty. She was probably in her mid-40s, which was at least 10 years older than both Nita and me. She was a bit plump like me and was about 5.5 feet tall. She was whitish in complexion and had nice, silky black hair.
She had pleated it and had adorned it with Jasmine and Kanakambra flowers. She had a nice figure and had worn a nice pink silk saree. She had her mangalsutra dangling on her breasts. She showed a bit of her cleavage like Nita and me. She looked like a bombshell.
Uncle would be lucky to have her, but he came with a small package, pity. She came to the living room with the tea and sat next to Nita. She was chatting us up, and I was still quiet. She told me that Nita had told Aunty about me, and I was free to speak.
For the first time, I spoke to another woman as Sharmila and Aunty were getting curious about us. We were chatting for a while, and the rain got heavy. Aunty told that she would change. She came back sexy within a few minutes in a simple yellow saree.
But this time she was showing a bit more of her navel and more of her hot cleavage. She had all her makeup on, but had only changed the saree. And at that moment, the power went out as well. The mood there was getting romantic. Aunty came back and sat on the sofa next to Nita.
I could see Nita and Aunty getting all giggly and touchy. I was understanding what was happening and felt a bit left out. It was a bit dark, and I could see Aunty’s hand getting close to Nita’s thighs. But I could already see Nita’s hands on Aunty’s navel, pressing it ever so lightly.
This was turning me on, and I finally asked what was going on there between them. They both became quiet, and Nita kissed Aunty on her lips in front of me. They were smooching hard with their tongues, fighting. I was shocked and turned on!
They broke the kiss, and Aunty finally spoke up. She said that she hadn’t touched her husband in years and was craving sex. She said that her husband’s dick was small (which I already knew).
She didn’t want to sleep with another man. And since Nita is not technically a man, she wanted to spend some good hot time with her. I felt left out and asked what about me.
Nita thought for a minute. She said that she would play with Sharmila and that Aunty would play with Nita. I liked this idea and asked what if Uncle came home. Aunty said that uncle would come back only the next day. We had the whole house to ourselves.
I felt sorry for the poor Aunty and figured Aunty would at least enjoy a bit. So would I at least get to have some fun and agree to it. Nita and Aunty started smooching hard. Aunty’s hands were holding Nita’s navel and pressing her boobs.
Nita was holding Aunty’s face, kissing passionately. I, on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa and was enjoying the view. Things got a bit steamy, and Aunty started to unbutton Nita’s blouse. Nita insisted we go to the bedroom, and Aunty agreed.
They both got up and were headed to the room, and I felt left out. I thought Nita would play with me later and sat back on the sofa. After a few minutes, Aunty came out of the room with her blouse open. She came to me, held my pallu and pulled me into the room.
Nita was sitting on the bed smiling, and Aunty made me sit on the dressing table. She told me that we are going to have a threesome and kissed me on my lips. I got a bit curious and asked her what had changed her mind.
She said that Nita and Aunty spoke, and Nita was convinced that I’m (Sharmila) is more of a Shemale than a Crossdresser (Thank you, Nita). Aunty agreed to it since, as per her, I’m technically not a man, and she was ok with that.
She was right, hearing that, I got turned on, and Aunty could see the tent in my saree. She held it gently and played with it over the saree while kissing me. She had her other hand on my boobs, pressing them. I was coming into the mood and enjoying this attention.
Aunty was pulling up my saree slowly to get to my now hard dick. She was pressing my thighs and snuck her way up to my panties. She stopped kissing me, took my hands and placed them on her blouse-covered boobs and made me press them.
She let out a slight moan when I pressed it. It was soft and hard at the same time. She looked in my kajol-covered eyes and started kissing me again. She cradled my balls over the panty, and with the other hand, she held my empty neck.