I kept my hands over Mangala’s shoulder just above the breast and pushed her onto the bed. She fell on the bed. In the due process, her frock rose till her upper thighs. She had a shaving kit held in her hand. Her face expressions were indirectly telling me how eagerly she was waiting for my touch/fuck.

I went to the hall to make sure my wife was sleeping so I could take to extreme lever not just waxing her legs. Came back closing the door slowly. I sat near her knee on bed keeping one foot on the floor. Facing her. And another leg on the bed. I could see much excitement in her eyes.