Story 221 Sexy Things Part One

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Hi from Kalki,
           It had been nearly four weeks since all our visitors had left. It was almost time for another special weekend up at Sarvesh’s big house. I look forward to those, to the taking of my clothes and freedom of nudity.

           This day, I was performing my usual house cleaning duties when there came a knock of the door. I answered to find the courier man present. He handed a parcel addressed to my husband. I could not open it but examined closely to discover it came from New Zealand; from an unlikely place called Matakana. I had no idea of this place and even when studied from the maps it didn’t mean to me.
          Later, my friend, Sairu rang and was asking if I had opened our parcel. 
          “How did you know of our parcel?” I asked.
         “We got one too,” she replied. “Well, did you open it?”
         “No, it’s addressed for my husband.”
         “It’s for both of you,” she said. “From Tom the Farmer and Betty.”
         That made me smile when she said his name. Tom the Farmer, had been a really naughty boy with us girls. We all enjoyed of him. He had been so fun to me. Then I remembered they came from a farming place which would explain the unknown address.
         So, when Sairu knew I was not opening the parcel, she avoided my questions. Even when I asked directly, she would not disclose details of the contents. I would have to wait until my husband returned from his working place.
         When she was gone from the phone, I returned to the parcel. I was burning with desires to open it. Just a peep inside I would be happy. I had tried to take this from my mind but it would not go away. I kept going back for it. I picked it and I held it. It was light, not heavy at all. I felt it but that was not helpful as it was a box of something unknown inside. I gently shook it but there was no movement or noise from within. I realised the contents would be unknown to me until my husband opened it.    

         Hamza, my husband had returned from his working place and was sitting, relaxing in the hall (our lounge room). I had supplied him with a cold beer and now delivered the parcel to him. 
         “This is a parcel who arrived today,” I informed him.
         “Ahhh!” he says briefly lifting his head from his newspaper.
         “It is come from New Zealand.”
         “Ok,” he replied, this time not looking.
         “Are you going to open it?”
         “Maybe soon.”
         “Don’t you want to know what is in?”
         “It’s ok Kalki. It can wait for me.”
         I was with unbelief until I caught that tiny smile of him hiding a joke from me. So, he was teasing me, was he? Because he knew I much wanted to open the parcel.   
        “Are you teasing me, Mamza?”
        “How can there be teasing when the parcel is addressed to me?”
        “But, Hamza! I am….”
        “OK! Ok, Kalki. If you must open, you are welcome.”
        I sprang forward, almost grabbed the parcel from beside him and sat cross-legged on the floor to open it. I examined it again, noting a group of postage stamps. Carefully, I ripped away the paper where these stamps were attached, putting them aside to save them.
       I looked up and he was watching me.
       “Not reading, Hamza?”
       “Why did you remove those stamps?”
       “I always do, to give to the little boy, next-door. He collects stamps.”
       “That is why I love you Kalki.”
       I looked up at him in surprise.
       “Always thinking of someone else. Now hurry up and open that parcel.”
       “No,” I said. “It can wait. We can do later, maybe after dinner.”
       He looked a bit surprised.
       “What? Why not now?”
       “I am too busy now. Have cooking to do.”
       “But your cooking is complete.”
       “Maybe serving then,” I smiled. 
       Ha! Ha! He almost trapped me then.
       He leaned forward, reaching for the parcel but I was too fast for him, pulling back out of reach.
       “Do you want?”
       “Yes, Kalki. Open the parcel.”
       “No, we can wait. Maybe open tomorrow.”
       He tried to grab again. But again, I was ready for him pulling back out from his reach.
       “Give me the parcel, Kalki,” he said trying to use authority.
       “No, you gave to me. I can open.”
       “Well, stop playing games and hurry up!”
       “No games,” I replied.
       “Yes Kalki, you are teasing me.”
              
       I laughed at that. I knew he wanted to see what was inside as much as me. I began tearing at the parcel, there was no neat unwrapping, just tearing away to get it open. I soon had the box clear and placed on the floor ready to pull the lid off. Paper of the tearing laying all around me. Peeling off the sticky tape holding the lid, I opened it. Inside I found another two small parcels, one with my name and one with my husband’s name.
      Picking up his one, it felt soft like clothing so I threw it at him, hitting his paper before falling to the floor. He placed his newspaper aside and reached to pick up the parcel. For a moment I thought he was going to throw back to me but then be began to open.
      I stopped to watch him as he pulled out some pairs of men’s under wearing. Not the white shorts type they wore here but the tight ones like ladies, the modern ones that the Western men wore. There were in bright colours, red, orange, green and blue one of a different style and material. I liked that style on the men so I would like with him wearing too. They will show more of the shape of him in front which I will like to see.
      I now unwrapped my parcel and discovered underwears too. Three of them! One was a body one in red, who would cover my whole body but sexy and see-through. The second was a lovely purple which became a sexy panty and bra. Very tiny and see-through, I knew would be very revealing of my body. The third in a deep blue was the boldest one. Again, the tiny bikini style underwears but this one was cut so low of the bra that it would only support but not possible to cover my breasts and nipples. Lower down on the panties, the section directly over my pussy lips was missing too. With breasts and pussy showing this was going to be very sexy for me wearing. I was looking forward to seeing myself wearing.
        There were a few smaller packets in mine who I did not open when I found a letter from Tom and Mary and was saying it loud for my husband. They had the usual greetings and hoped we will enjoy their gifts for us. They also added they required photos of wearing each one. This was interesting. Taking photos too. And sending back to them. I think that was naughty Tom’s idea. Ha! Ha! I know of him! He wanted to be checking me again, seeing my body parts hardly covered and even exposed in these tiny things. Naughty boy! Bad farmer Tom! LOL

        So, you all know these things were required to be tried on. I was replacing everything to their box again and raised myself from the floor to go for our sleeping room. My husband followed me, all idea of his newspaper forgotten and lay discarded on the hall floor beside the mess I made of ripped packing paper.
         I quickly stripped my clothes until naked and was then laying the first item out on the bed. I was working out how I would place it to my body when I looked back to him and he was still standing there watching to me. He sees of my naked body every day so I was unconcerned of being modest, I just wondered why he was holding from trying his on.
         “Come on,” I said. “You need to try your ones too.”
         I watched for a moment as he began to undress and then I returned to what I was doing. The red body-suit would cover from cups for my breasts down to my lower stomach. I wondered if I should step into it and pull the bodice up over myself or lift it over my head and pull it down over my body. It was then that I discovered a small bag that contained a tiny matching red G-string and two stockings. This looked very sexy, more than I first thought. 
         I stepped into the G-string first and pulled it up over my pussy. I adjusted as best I can but it didn’t completely cover my hairs and of course, there was no cover at the back with just a string between the cheeks of my arse. Next, I put the bodice on over my head, pulling it down over my body. At the top, the built-in cups mounded to my breasts but leaving a swell of flesh at the top barely covered my nipples. 
        Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled the stockings on and discovered they only came up to mid-thigh level. There were hooks that connected to suspenders that hung from the bottom of the bodice. Many will say of it, an old fashion style but I liked it and thought the showing of bare flesh between the edge of my pantie and top of the stocking was very sexy.
         Standing, I turned to view myself within the mirror and liked what I was seeing. The suit fitted me well, was sexy to view and looked good for my body. Through the red material, my dark nipples were displayed which I thought was sexy too. I must be saying I really liked it. Hamza joined me before the mirror wearing a tiny pair of red pants also the shape of a woman’s panties, fitting tighter to him so a nice budge was displayed in front.
        His hands came around me to feel of my various body parts, to my breasts and even my pussy area. I was watching from the mirror what his hands were doing for me and as my hand reached back to him. Straight to the front of his pants. No play with other places first, straight to the round budge in the front.
        This could have developed to more intensely sexy but it didn’t because we were both more interested to try other items from the parcel. We quickly took two photos of each other before moving on to the next items. 

        I started naked again and found the purple bra and panties had their own pair of stockings. I don’t know why but I put these on first, pulling them up as far as they would until they reached about mid-thigh again. There was no suspender with these as the had elastic to grip firmly my thighs. Then I stepped into the tiny panties, not much more than a G-string that also didn’t completely cover over the hairy from my pussy. I could see I would need to cut my hair back for these tiny clothings. 
        Finally, I fitted the bra to my breasts. First, I wrapped it around me so the cups were to the front and the straps were over my shoulders. I pulled the cups together so I could fasten the clip between my breasts. In that way, it was easy to do and the bra fitted me well. I wondered for a moment how Betty and Tom knew of my bra size.
        My husband joined me before the mirror wearing under-pants similar to the first but these were in a similar purple colour to mine. Purple on a man! That was interesting but I suppose, as they would never been seen much, except by myself, colour didn’t matter. He had discovered there were, in fact, five pairs for him and elected to wear the purple when he knew I was wearing purple. 
        Quickly taking the camera again, we took the photos, two of each of us front and back. Then standing in front of the mirror, Hamza took some of us both using selfie style. We even included some a bit naughty with touching each other and even pulling parts aside to show of underneath too. I can be admitting now I was becoming turn-on sexy from all this.

        Finally came the blue bra and panties. This was very revealing and sexy as it was designed to reveal more than what covered. The bra fitted under my breasts but left most of my breasts, including my nipples bare. Down below the pants were similar in design to the purple ones but in this case, the section covering my pussy lips was cut away revealing me there. I realised it would be better if I was shaved or at least trimmed for this one. In this way, my pussy lips would be boldly on showing but for that time my pussy was more natural in length and shape. It looked a bit funny with this clump of wool of my pussy poking from the open hole.
        As I looked to myself in the mirror Hamza joined me and I got a surprise? His was the same blue as mine, matching again this time and in front was just not more than a punch to cover his balls and cock, while the rest was just strings. When he turned, the back view was like mine, hiding nothing like a G-string. I realised that if he became hard, he wouldn’t be covered then and told him so. He agreed that this was not designed for erections. 
        While we were watching, he stepped partly behind me so he could reach me from behind but the pouch covering him was still displayed to us. He reached around to move his fingers over the cups of my bra and then higher to my nipples. It felt good feeling him playing with me, gently stroking over the dark rings, pulling at my black nipples and rolling between his fingers. I could see his finger and thumb gripping me while the black of my nipple was between them. Very sexy to see and also sexy to feeling.
       One hand moved lower and found my pantie. He soon moved to where there was a gap over my pussy lips. I could feel him move down over my lips. I could see him doing too. He reached down with his other hand approaching me from either side, pulling back the flesh each side, pulling back my lips so the opened, revealing more of the inside. That was sexy to witness and I was becoming turned on by him.
        We forgot about taking photographs of these third undies because now we had other ideas.
        I turned to face him and discovered he was hard with some of his cock now displayed above the edge of his pouch. I reached for him there, pulling the pouch down to reveal more of him. It was then that I realised the section where his cock was could be removed but leaving his balls covered lower down. I pulled at that section and it came away with like a ripping sound leaving a bare area where his cock was. Now his cock was free to stick straight out rather than trying to burst out over the top. Much more comfortable, I think.
         So, we were standing before the mirror in our very sexy clothes. For me my breasts and pussy were as good as bared, for him, the beautiful Cock of Hamza was nicely displayed, sticking out hard in front of him like that. For some reason I found him wearing like that to be incredibly sexy. I couldn’t help to touch him. I like feeling him when he has his erections like that. I like to feel and enjoy viewing him too.
         My hand began stroking along his cock and then pumping him with my hand. I looked up to his face to discover he was with his eyes closed now. So, he was enjoying what I was doing for him. I came to the idea that perhaps he wanted more. Dropping to my knees before him I brought my mouth close to his head. Reaching with the tongue I touched him. Just the tiny lick across the tip of his cock. I felt the cock give a jerk with the contact.
        He was so hard. The symbol of his sexiness. It was exciting for me to see and feel him. I held his cock with my hand wrapped around his shaft. I like my husband’s cock. I never get tired to touch and handle him. Especially, I like him when he is hard with erection. My other hand was lower feeling to his balls still covered with his sexy pants.
        There were a few more licks from me over and around the exposed head then I opened further to take him to my mouth. My mouth was open, allowing him to enter between my lips. I closed so my lips fitted around him so all his cock head and some of the shaft had disappeared inside.
         While my mouth had taken his cock inside, my two hands were involved too. One hand held him, fingers wrapped around his shaft. Like this, I could make pumping motions by sliding my hand up and down his shaft while I sucked the head area with my mouth. My other hand had gone to the balls in their sack who hung underneath. I held them, cupping them in my palm, I stroked and tickled over them, I made feeling more exciting for him.
         I had decided to take him to the home base. Take him with the sucking of the cock all the way until the orgasm of him. I am knowing of my husband. I know he likes that, especially if he is allowed to cum in my mouth and I swallow all he can give me. Yes, that was to be a sexy way to start what I now knew was going to be a hot night of love-games. But first, I had one thing to do.
         I pulled back from him and decided now was the time to have him naked. Taking the pants from each side, I pulled at them so the came lower. With him hard, and sticking out, I was careful to pull the top of his pants over the cock before it could drop to the floor. 
         Now, this man, my husband, was naked before me and I could admire all parts of him but you must be knowing my full attention was to one part of him. I was getting ready to go back to him. This time taking him in my mouth again to give the full blow-job. Even allowing him to cum in my mouth. But he stopped me. Pulling at me to stand up before him.
        His fingers reached for my breast, discovering and touching over the nipple. Yes, I was with excitement too so my nipple was hardened and erect. It felt so sexy with his touching. The fingers in contact were giving nice feelings into my body. I was very turned on by all that was doing now but knowing it was to become even more.
        His other hand, other fingers were going for my pussy. While still wearing panties, the pussy part where my lips lived was open and exposed. Very easy for a man to discover with his fingers there. This is what my husband did now. His hand found the lips of my wet cunt. His fingers rubbing over me, pressing into me, even opening where my clitty lives. It was sexy for me and this girl was closing her eyes to enjoy. 
        I had fallen against him now, his arm going around my body to support me as his other hand pressed to the Pussy of Kalki. I could feel how wet I was becoming as his fingers worked over me. These fingers who had been there before. They knew how to excite me, knew what it took to make me turned on to him. 
         He had settled into a rhythm now, two fingers thrusting deeply inside me while his same thumb rubbed over my exposed clitty. It was not my intention to take this too far but you know of these things. Suddenly a girl can lose control and feeling become stronger. He realised what was happening within my body and the fingers that were his, began moving faster and faster.
         The feeling within my body grew and became strong until suddenly they burst from my pussy. My body jerked and I gave a cry in his ear. I was under orgasm, no longer able to stand myself as desires of pleasure swept through me. 
         His arm gripped me tightly to hold me as his fingers gently stroked over the outside lips of my pussy. He was waiting, waiting for me to recover and regain myself. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. I reached up to kiss him right on his mouth in what quickly became a deep tongue kiss.   
     
         We moved to the bed now. I climbed on and crawled forward while he was behind me. I knew from that position all my pussy secrets, everything between my legs would be displayed to him but I was very ok for him looking. Anything to keep him excited at this time was ok for me.
         I came to the pillow and rolled to my back. He was still standing watching me. Obviously enjoying the showing of my body to him. Ok, if he wanted showing, I could show even more to him.
         I pulled my legs wider open and allowed my fingers, both hands to find my pussy. First, I rubbed my fingers up and down along my lips as the grew and opened slightly. I allowed my fingers to find the hole and press into myself, giving a few thrusting pumps into my wet pussy. Last, I used two of my hands, fingers to each side. Pulling on my lips. Pulling each side so my pussy hole become open for his viewing.
         I looked to him as I allowed my tongue to appear and slide along between my face lips.
         “Do you want?” I asked him.
         “Oh fuck!” he says to the view I was giving.
         That was an unusual saying for him but I think sexy. Must have got it from the visitors.
         “Come to get,” I told.
         He had no reply but now he began to move. He climbed onto the bed coming up between my legs. His hand went to the clip on each hip, plucking at them until they came undone. Now he had pulled the panties from me as his hands reached to the clip between my breasts. This too was quickly undone and slipped out from under me. 
         So now, I was as naked as he was. I wonder about this now. Those items were designed so sexual activity could be had while wearing them. At that time, I don’t think it occurred to us or we would have tried it. We just got each other naked for the sex which I also think was with some excitement.
         There was no more foreplay. No more was required as both were horny and ready. He came into me as I reached for him, pulling him down on top of me. As his body pressed down against mine, I felt his cock find my pussy. There was no resistance from me, my pussy allowing him to slide straight into me.   
         There were a couple of small thrusts, each going deeper as he spread my pussy juice over the dry length of his cock. Then he was into me deeply. It felt so nice to have my cunt full of hard cock. It was a filling feeling for me but in no way uncomfortable.
          Since the overseas visitors had been here, Hamza’s style of doing the love-games had changed. At those before times, he had been like in a hurry. In a rush to do the fucking with me. That had been good because it was what we were used to but now he had become more experienced. No longer was he in a rush to do it and finish. Now he was more relaxed to take the time for stronger feelings to arrive. This had changed things for both of us, creating stronger more intense orgasms for us both.
         This is how he elected to go that night. This girl was very happy for it too. The sex was slow and controlled at first. His strokes were slow and steady and I could feel him pushing my flesh apart as he pressed into me and then the slow pull out as I released him from me. The hardness of his cock moving against my soft sensitive flesh was very building of excitement for me. 
         So, this slow stroking continued as he was waiting for me. Hamza and I have come to know that the sex can be better if he waited for the signal from me. It works better when I build to become better and ready for the faster sex. My warning to him is usually an up-thrusting back to him of my pelvis. This is what I performed for him then.
        He caught my warning and began to quicken his pace. The speed he was using became faster. The energy he was using became stronger. His strokes plunged into me, going very deeply into me. Quick intense strokes as this man moved on top of me. 
        I had my arms around him, holding him to me. I could feel his body moving. The muscles working as he worked to fuck me. Its always amazed me being closed to a man during sex and to feel how strongly he is as he works. Even a man like my husband, who is as not as strong as some men, is much stronger than me.
       My body was taking a pounding as he falls against me with each thrust into me. That hard cock, driving deeply inside me with each stroke. His head was beside me so I could hear the rush of air as he worked. It is all very sexy for this woman and I knew there was another orgasm coming for me. It is all about feeling him, smelling his male scent, hearing him that make the sex good for this girl.
       I began to help him with my pelvis rising to meet each down stroke from him. This is what makes the ending so good for us. Man and woman, both bodies working together, seeking to bring the sex to its full potential. 
       I was so close now and I could feel the man on top of me was getting there too. The pre-orgasm feelings were building within my body. It became stronger and stronger until I knew this was it. I was almost there.
       Suddenly the man on top of me gave a gasp. His rhythm broke as he tried to make some last strokes into me but he was gone, under orgasm now. He was taken with what seemed like a powerful orgasm for him. I gave my last few humps up against him, using the hardness of him so send me off too.  
        When I awoke from my orgasm, I found Hamza above me had stopped. His cock was still inside me as he stopped, waiting for me to finish before he withdrew from me and rolled to lay beside me.

        Later, we did again but this time he had elected to have girl on top. I could have used the cow-girl style which would have allowed him the playing of my tits. But no, I decided to take him with my body down against his, to give us more contact between us.
        The sex went well with my hips doing most of the work so it was like me fucking to him. As we were building, he was saying sexy things for me, using dirty talking with me, even time to time slapping my bare arse telling me of the bad girl I was, to give extra excitement to me. It was sexy and so took us to more orgasm each. 

         The sex had been very sexy and very powerful for both of us. It is amazing how something different like some sexy undies could make us both so excited. So, wanting of each other. I, myself was very content with what we had done. Very happy for the orgasms he had made with my body. Now very relaxed to sleep.
         As the man, I love settled beside me and soon I hear drifted into a contented sleep, I, myself, also was in the last moments before sleep overcame me as well.
         It was only in the morning when I woke up feeling very hungry that I realised we had completely forgotten the evening meal I had prepared. Curry for breakfast. That was a bit strange but that was what we had of the food left. Ha! Ha!

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