The Perfect Birthday Gift!

Archana hit the gym daily for a few hours. The gym manager appreciated the sudden surge in gym membersh****ay, drops of sweat beaded her forehead, her mildly flowery smell wafted from her sweaty underarms. Her panty line visible from afar was enough to keep her fellow gym rats around her happy and hard. Whether she was oblivious of them or deliberately uncon****ious of inducing lusty looks, wasn’t****o her dead lifts, her dusky boobs popping into a deep cleavage over her sports bra. She finished her sets and started to cool of****y stretching. Bending sideways with arms up, the fine stubble starting on her armpits and the curve of her sexy waist were clearly visible. Her large, doe like eyes were focused on herself in the wall to wall gym mirror. Her wide butt finally swayed out of the gym, wiping up her sweat on her way to the changing room, stopping many heart beats.

Keith was always keen to receive her when she returned home****ay he had donned a cute pair of shorts. He pushed her back on the wall, stuck his tongue out and started slurping sweat from her forehead and neck. Lifting her arms, he exposed her sexy armpits. Keith put his nose into each of them each, sniffing and then rolling his tongue all over. He lovingly called Archana's armpits her "second puss****ving eaten her twin "pussies" Keith turned her around, pushing his hard dick straining in his shorts against Archana's butt, he slid up her t-shirt from the waist. Holding her waist, he started to plant gentle kisses on the nape of her neck. He could distinctly smell the odour of her hard workout mixed with her unique smell. Archana lifted her arms suggestively, gesturing at Keith to take her T-shirt off. He pulled her tee off gently watching the sweat laden piece of cloth ****ling off her glistening moist skin, in slow motion. Keith then sat on the floor pulling down her hot yoga pants. Here she was down to her bare sports bra and panties. He knelt on the floor holding her butt and placed his face over her panty. Gently squeezing and releasing her butt, Keith spent few minutes sniffing and licking her pussy over her panty.

Then he flopped down on the sofa. It was her turn to please him. Archana sat on the floor, took out his hard wood and smiled. "Happy Birthday, Darling", that was the message in red on his dick. Holding his dick, she sat next to him smooching wildly. It ended when Keith yelped in pain. Archana had squeezed his tool too damn hard in excitement. She giggled.

"Let's shower", Archana mumbled, trying to get up. Keith lifted her up in one swoop, his lips glued to her, he headed to the bathroom. He kicked open the door. " Gawwwd ..." Archana yelled in surprise seeing the semi-naked, tall hunk there. “What are you doing here, Aamir?” She looked back and forth between Keith and Aamir in askance.

Aamir was her immediate boss and had been an object of fantasies ever she’d joined. She’d in fact confessed to Keith, at one time, that he was the real reason he’d taken this offer over a slightly better one! She would sometime make Keith roleplay as Aamir.

"Enjoy your birthday gift, baby" said Keith looking into Archana's eyes, winking over her head at Aamir, gesturing him to approach closer.

Keith was still cradling Archana. Aamir started smooching her as she lay quivering there. She placed her arm around Aamir's neck as the smooch passionately intensified. Keith felt his dick get even harder watching them. Archana’s pussy was now dripping wet, so was she with all the sweat. It was starting to get difficult for Keith to hold her slippery body, slithering in his arms. He put her down on the wash platform. Leaning back against the wall to wall mirror, she parted her legs wide apart in a single swift movement and looked at her own sinful pussy. She then looked deep into Aamir's eyes as he knelt on the floor before her. Archana held Keith's one hand as he gently grabbed her boobs with the other. Aamir could clearly see the the big irregular wet and musky spot of her wet pussy, through her panties. He stuck his tongue out and started to wriggle exactly over the spot respecting its irregular border. Keith took out her one boobs and squeezed it like rubber ball. He squeezed her boobs in his excitement watching Aamir worshipping his wife's pussy. She squealed in pain. But he didn’t let up on the rough play with her boobs. When she started to get tears in her eyes from the pain, Keith held her face with both his hands, smooching her like a hungry beast. Aamir continued to play with the wet spot, now with the panty slightly pushed to one side, exposing her slightl****iry cunt. “What a perfect birthday gift,” thought Archana sighing and moaning through Keith’s smooch.

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