The Sex Kabaddi Match

I too dint want to stop my daily free boob massage show. I said very encouragingly,
“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 you!”
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 would moan
“Go on Grandpa!” to Peter. That day, since I was massaging her, she started moaning,
“ 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 said,
“ 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 want!”
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 you?”
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 rest.:

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.
Peter said,
“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 tactics!”
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 said,
“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.