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The Sex Kabaddi Match
I too dint want to stop my daily free boob massage show. I said very
“Its OK jasmine..its after all a treatment. I will not tell anybody!”
So Jasmine continued to come. One day when Jasmine came in as usual for her boob
massage, Peter said,
“Jasmine , today I am having some pain in my hands. Today Maths Sir will massage
I could not believe my ears. Wow, what an opportunity. Even as Jasmine was
hesitant, peter himself held her hands and brought her towards me. She shyly
stood before me and unbuttoned her shirt. My hands could not wait to enter into
her pinafore and touch her tender breasts. Already Peter had been “treating” her
for more than ten days and it was having its effect. I could see that her
breasts were slowly developing now. I slid my hands inside and gently felt up
her breasts. Then I slowly started massaging her exactly as Peter had advised.
Since I had watched the massage procedure every day , I did not need any
training and I circled my hands exactly as Peter used to do. Since I was
considerably younger than Peter, Jasmine was very much aroused by my touch and
she did an unexpected thing. All these days whenever she felt pleasure, she
“Go on Grandpa!” to Peter. That day, since I was massaging her, she started
“ Oh yes Daddy..ya press there….more harder please…”
As she called me Daddy, I felt more erotic and balled her to my hands pleasure.
I could see that Peter had openly stripped himself of his pants and was watching
us and stroking his dick. After the massage, Jasmine thanked me and left. I
genuinely thanked Peter for his kind gesture. He winked and said,
“Not just thanks, give me a treat!” I said Ok and invited him to my house for
dinner that weekend.
Peter reached my house sharply at eight. When he saw my wife his eyes
lecherously feasted on her. Let me tell some words about my wife here. My wife
was around thirty five but she will hardly look twenty five. She had a very good
body structure. Her breasts were of size 36 D and she had bulging buttocks too.
I am sure that all the boys of the classes she handles must be shagging thinking
about her buttocks when she turns around to the black board to write something
on it. But despite her bodily assets, she was highly conservative in sex. Infact
we copulate only two times a month and that too in the strictly conventional man
top woman bottom position. Whenever I have suggested any change, she has refused
resolutely. When I tried to bring a triple X CD to the house, after watching it
for a few minutes she got furious and threw the CD outside. So, you can
understand how orthodox she is. She does Pooja for each God every day.When I
told her that the physical trainer Peter is coming to our house for dinner , she
looked surprised. But her traditional up bringing made her respect an old man
and she welcomed him warmly. Once we were seated in the hall, she went into the
kitchen to bring some snacks. We started to have some drinks. While I had
whisky, Peter had rum. As soon as she left the room, Peter turned to me and
“ Hey Ramesh, your wife looks really sexy in this homely outfit. I have already
noticed how well built she is at school but at home she looks even more sexy!”
Though I knew where this talk was leading to, I played my part and said,
“Thanks for the compliments!”
Encouraged by my positive response , immediately Peter asked me,
“ Will you let me have some fun with her?” I never expected him to ask such a
question. I looked at him blankly. He immediately said,
“Fun means well not screwing her and all…..what can I do in this old age…just
balling and groping and some licking ….” He licked his lips as if to demonstrate
his intentions. I never expected him to come out so openly with such an indecent
proposal. Any way he was sharing a cabin with me and we have shared a lot of
intimate moments…(One day we have even balled jasmine simultaneously with each
of us massaging one breast each) . Moreover he was an old man. So , I controlled
my anger and said,
“Forget it Peter, she is my wife…..she is not one of your schoolgirls who is
free to serve you!”
Peter’s face darkened for a minute. Meanwhile my wife came back with some snacks
and served them to us. As she served , I could see that her sari had slightly
deviated and her fair hips was visible to Peter. Peter was just ogling at her
sexy hips. Again, my wife went into the kitchen to make dinner. This time Peter
appeared to be restless. He said,
“Ramesh, I need your wife man…she is just too sexy….I will do whatever you
I simply ignored his stupid talk. He said,
“Look here Ramesh…..you have seen Priyanka , that eleventh grade student, I will
arrange for you to screw her. You can screw your balls out.”
I was startled. Ofcourse Priyanka was a sexy girl whom any male in the school
would love to fuck. I have seen her being groped by peter. But will he be able
to make her get screwed by me. I looked at him unbelievably. Peter went on a
frenzy. He said,
“I will make her do anything that you say Ramesh…..She will suck your cock…she
will lick your balls ….whatever you want she will do, she will be your slave for
a day….all I want in exchange is just to feel up your wife..i want to see her
naked…lick her hips..feel up her fleshy buttocks and shag…..thats all…..”
I just thought for a moment. The deal was brilliant. Afterall this old man can
do nothing much with my wife. And in exchange, I get a sweet eightteen to suck
my cock….it was a great deal….
Seeing me think without any objection, Peter felt encouraged. He asked me, what
is the problem mate, tell me…..
“Well Peter, to be honest with you, I love the deal. But my wife is the hitch.
She will not accept.”
As soon as I said I was Ok with the deal, peters eyes shone. He said,
“That part you leave it to me!”
I just watched silently what was going to happen. Within a few minutes, my wife
served us dinner. Throughout the dinner, peter was talking in a very fatherly
way to her . My wife too enjoyed his talk and even showed him her earlier day
albums where she had won a kabbadi tournament as captain of her college team.
When my wife mentioned kabbadi, naturally Peter , as a physical trainer was very
interested and asked her which tricks she employed for catching opponent team
members. They discussed kabbadi for some time. Once dinner was over and we were
sitting in the balcony and having pan. My wife some more pan to Peter. While
taking the pan his hands accidently brushed against her fingers. My wife did not
mind. Peter looked at my wife and asked,“Soundarya Beti (daughter), how old are
My wife said,
“I am 34”
“Really, I cant believe it….I thought you were 20”
Soundarya laughed. Encouraged by this, he gently put his hands over hers and
pressed them and said,
“Beti, you are so beautiful!”
My wife did not know where this was all leading to. So she remained silent. Just
at that second, peter pulled my wife towards him and made her sit on his lap.
Before my wife could understand what was happening, he forcefully turned her
face towards him and kissed her lips. His hands were pressing the back of my
wife’s head and he would have kissed her for a minute. My wife pushed him
vehemently and got up. She slapped him repeatedly four five times. Seeing my
wife’s reaction, I too had to act. I also acted as though I was offended and
asked Peter to get out. Peter left my house silently. My wife was shouting about
him the full night. She even fired me for bringing such lecherous old men to the
house and spoiling its purity. I consoled her that the old man had too much rum
and did not know what he was doing
Next day, I advised Peter also to say the same thing and he too went to my wife
and apologized. My wife reluctantly agreed. Peter and me never discussed the
incident. One day, Priyanka came to Peter for some advice on some exercise. He
purposely made her bend in all directions so that I could see al her bodily
assets. Once she left the room, Peter glanced at me. My cock was just full form
seeing her panties and ass cheeks. He asked me,
“What Ramesh, want to screw her?”
I said “yes”.
“Then what about your wife?”
“ You know how she is…so why talk about things that can never happen?
“ Hey, every woman is a slut….only thing you will have to create a right
situation to make her a slut.”
I remained silent. He said,
“Ramesh, I have a master plan…!”
I listened intently. He said,
“ See, do you know Deepti and Swetha?”
Both of them were my students. Both of them were the most beautiful girls in
school. If Deepthi was very homely and sweet looking, Swetha was modern and had
a sexy body. Two things were common between them. Both of them were very much
interested in sports and both of them were very strict as far as boys were
concerned. We cannot even see them in corridor chatting with the boys. Both were
in the twelfth grade. They were among the very few girls who never came to
Peter’s cabin for his “treatment”. So when Peter asked me about them, I wondered
what he was planning. Peter continued.
“See, I had always wanted to grope those two teenage girls for a long time. Now
your wife has also joined that list. So, I have a master plan whereby we can
have all these three women.” I listened to his plan.
“See Ramesh, we will have a kabbadi match in the ground at my house. It is a
private match with only two teams. You, Ashok and Selvin will be in one team.
Sweta, Deepti and your wife will be in another team. I will be the referee…How
about it!” The whole plan looked absurd. Ofcourse Sweta, Deepti were already in
the college girls kabbadi team and Ashok and Selvin were in the boys team. My
wife was an ex kabbadi champion. I have never won any tournament but I too have
played kabbadi in my college days and was not bad myself. But the idea was
farfetched because I was sure Deepthi and Swetha will never agree to play with
boys and I was not sure if my wife would agree to play kabbadi at all at this
age. I told Peter my suspicions. He listened calmly. He said ,
“That part, you leave it to me. This Tuesday there is kabbadi practice match at
our school. You somehow bring your wife to watch it. I will take care of the
Though I was not confident , I followed Peter’s instructions. I somehow
convinced my wife that we should stay back after our school hours and watch the
practice match just for old times sake. My wife was not very receptive but she
agreed. We went to the school grounds where boys and girls were practicing
separately. Peter was ofcourse there giving instructions and coaching them. On
seeing us, he approached us and respectfully wished my wife. No one would say
this was the same old lecherous man who had forcefully kissed her. My wife too
seemed to pardon him as an old man. He suggested that my wife can share some of
her experiences and offer tips to the girls who were practicing. My wife too
went and chatted with the girls. Ofcourse Deepthy and Swetha were there too. I
silently watched as my wife coached the girls team and Peter coached the boys.
After about ten minutes Peter called for a tea break. As we were having tea we
were chatting about kabbadi. I noticed that Peter had carefully sent the others
away and only the persons listed in Peter’s plan , i.e Deepthy, Swetha, Selvin ,
Ashok , my wife and myself were there. Peter said,
“ We need to have fdifferent strategies for boys kabbadi and girls
kabbadi.Ofcourse girls kabbadi is too soft!”
My wife intervened and said,
“Nothing like that, strategies are same”
Again Peter said,
“No No boys kabbadi is totally different from girls game”
They both started arguing a lot.
“Whatever strategy you use , do you think girls can beat boys in kabbadi?”
Not knowing the trap set for her, my wife said,
“Ya , I am sure!”
“That is plain talk…..easy to say tough to do!” Peter further kindled her. My
wife was getting angry. She said,
“No No I know it can be done…kabbadi is not a game of strength it is a game of
Peter then said,
“I am challenging you that boys can never be defeated by girls in kabbadi! If u
prove otherwise I will leave this physical trainer job!” He was almost shouting.
I understood that he was purposely kindling her. My wife too was very angry. She
“Ok I will prove to you!”
Peter immediately seized the initiative. He said,
“OK, we will have a kabbadi match between boys and girls. Since school
management will not like it, we will have it in my house grounds. Soundarya, you
have talked so much. So you lead the girls team. Let these two girls be with
you. These two boys will be in the boys team. I ma old . So , Ramesh will be
heading the boys team in my place. I am throwing an open challenge at you! What
do u say?”
Since my wife had already spoken too much, she had to agree. Her ego did not
permit her to back off. She agreed. To my surprise, I found that even Deepthi
and Swetha did not offer any resistance. Since my wife was there, they were
confident that nothing untoward will happen. We fixed Saturday evening as the
time of the match.
The Saturday came. I was waiting for the evening. We then proceeded directly to
Peter’s house. His house was almost on top of a small hill in Ooty. He had a
well maintained garden. Besides it, there was a basketball court and open
ground. We reached there sharp at five. Peter welcomed us. I found that the boys
Selvin and Ashok had already come and they were exercising. They were in their
shorts and banians. Both of them were my wife’s students. They wished her. My
wife too wished them . I found that she was getting tensed. The thought that she
had to be in the field along with her students must have made her feel odd.
Deepthi and Swetha arrived just five minutes after us. They were wearing their
kabbadi team dress which was a short skirt and tops. My wife and I had brought
dresses with us. We went to the change rooms and changed into dresses suited for
the match. I wore shorts and banian like other boys. But my wife was hesitant to
wear short skirt. So she wore her tracking suit which was a pant and T shirt.
When she stepped out, Peter, Selvin and Ashok were all surprised as they had
always seen her in a sari and never in such dress. This tracking suit fit
closely to her body and the pant could not hide the fact that she had very good
buttocks. The match started. Peter sat in the chair at the centre. My wife,
Swetha and Deepthi were on one side.
Myself , Selvin and Ashok were on the other. First it was our turn to go into
their territory. We decided to send Selvin. As selvin went in, I found that the
two girls were in one corner and my wife was on the other. Selvin headed for the
girls straightaway. He tried to touch them. But they were careful. When Selvin
tried to go deep, my wife came from this side. Selvin escaped from being grabbed
by my wife. He returned. Then Deepthi came inside. Deepthi was short. She was
slightly plump also. Her skirt was rising as she tried to run here and there and
her creamy white thighs flashed. I immediately got a hard on seeing her thighs
close quarters. I wonder what the boys must have felt. I saw that Selvin too was
eying her plump thighs. Just when it looked Deepthi will return back, Selvin
dived upon her and held her thighs. I could see the instant reaction of Deepthi.
Just as Selvin’s hands cam in contact with her thighs, she let out a gasp.
Selvin tightened his grip. Immediately Ashok cam from the other end and he
hugged Deepthi from behind not allowing her to get back. I could distinctly see
his hand brush against her breasts. I too did not want to miss out on the
opportunity . Though it was pretty clear that Deepthi could not escape these two
guys and there was no need of my help, I too went and caught her other thigh
which was free. Oh, how soft it was. I slowly raised my hands and my felt up her
thighs. It was so soft and fleshy. For Deepthi, it must have been a first time
experience where she had two guys holding each of her thighs and one guy hugging
her from behind. She let out her breath and Peter declared her out.
The Ashok went in. Ashok again was trying for swetha . Swetha kept going behind
and behind. Ashok followed her. He was just a foot away from her. He extended
his hands to touch her. Just then my wife came from this side and caught his
thighs. Ashok was really hairy . and he had hairs in his legs too. My wife
caught his thighs . Ashok tried to get out of her clutches. But by this time ,
Swetha too hugged him from front and pulled him towards her. They somehow
managed to bring him down. My wife never left his legs and Swetha fell flat on
Ashok to prevent him from moving. Her breasts were brushing against his chest.
Ashok lost his breath. He was declared out. So he went out and Deepthi came in.
Then, my wife came in. She tried to get me out by touching me. Just as she
followed me, Selvin cam running from behind and put both his hands just on her T
shirt pressing her boobs. My god! It was such a rare sight. My wife’s boobs were
juggling in that t shirt and just then Selvin’s hands covered them. A eightteen
year old boy, her own student pressed her boobs right in front f her husband. My
wife even then never gave her breath. She immediately turned towards him and
forcefully removed his hands. As she tried to touch her line, Selvin desperately
tried to pull her back. He would have touched her breasts, her stomach etc but
my wife proved to be slippery and she went back successfully and Selvin was out.
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