I used to think how much lucky my brother is to get someone like Kamya bhabi as his wife. I used to fantasize her and masturbate thinking of her boobs...and ass but I never got courage to get close and personal with her as she was very conservative in all these things. She was a kind of homely girl.So one day my college was off and I was at home only with kamya bhabhi. So it was afternoon time and I was watching TV and she was doing something in kitchen. All of a sudden it started to rain heavily. .. can't see your hand in front of your face dark, and drizzling rain and maybe a little sleet in the mix. The sea is rough as all get out and we still don't have a breeze."Wendy? What did you do?" I asked."I don't know," she complained.She ran below and grabbed our rain gear.I heard the kids."Mom? What did you do?" they both asked."Oh sure, blame me," she replied."Mom ... you're the one with the watch." Art said."Yeah, mom," Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took over while I put on my. I was so confused, as to how we went from watching a movie to this. I tried to move as little as possible, because I thought she was sleeping, but she lifted her head as soon as I moved and said "We should get to bed." I was bummed out, I kinda enjoyed feeling her titties on me. But I didn’t want to press my luck. We went upstairs together. She headed towards her bedroom and I was about to go into mine when Julia said “Are you coming?” as she opens her bedroom door. I was baffled. But I did not. ‘I know you’re of course much more than your chest,’ I said, kissing her soft cheek. ‘But can you blame me if I like to fondle your breasts like this?’ As I spoke, I caressed and lifted and gently squeezed her breasts, enjoying their weight and feel and warmed. And Anya purred yet again. ‘But…’ I removed my hands from my wife’s chest (begrudgingly), and caressed her shoulders. ‘But, I also like your shoulders.’ I kissed the side of her neck. ‘I also like your neck.’ My lips moved upward..