Dear indian sex stories dot net Readers, I’m Anand., a former TV star and now I have my own small business. In my 15 years on TV starting 2002, I made sure that I always look fit and hence I still maintain a muscular lean body with side cuts and an embedded six-pack ab. Swimming and running help me maintain my lean body, along with a short span at the gym for some muscle.
So recently we were visiting my wife’s hometown in Uttarakhand, where I had some business related work as well. On the third day, I had gone for a meeting with a real estate client and didn’t feel all too well so I cut that short and drove back home. My wife’s maiden home is a joint family with multiple generations living together. The door was opened by my wife’s aunt, Jyoti, who despite being 50 never married. With her was my 5-year-old daughter and Damini aunty, my wife’s uncle’s wife. I told them that I wasn’t feeling well and suddenly Damini aunty touched my forehead and sighed, “this is definitely fever, you’re burning up.” I inquired about the whereabouts of my wife and I learned that she had gone shopping with her sisters.
I was taken to my room and made to lie down. Jia, my daughter, cuddled up next to me, while I could see Jyoti and Damini aunty ordering around a fleet of maids to prepare something or get some medicines for me. The two ladies walked in, and with a very maternalistic undertone inquired about how I was feeling. Damini aunty had crawled up on the bed while Jyoti pulled up a chair next to me. They were both feeling up my wrist or forehead to see if the warmth had come down. Damini aunty pulled out a thermometer and insisted that the underarm gives more accurate readings than the mouth. She opened up the top three buttons of my shirt and pulled the collar aside to expose my right chest pec and she moved my arm away to place the thermometer in the underarm.
The thermometer beeped – “101 degrees, oh god, we need to do something fast”, Jyoti said. “We need to control the heat”, Damini said and reduced the temperature of the air conditioning, and shouted for some ice water to be brought to the room. I was lying down on the bed and was sweating a little, so I was wiping away the sweat from my forehead. Damini aunty saw this and exclaimed, “Hai, he’s sweating. We need to induce some coolness into his body”. She started unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, and I was lying down with an open shirt in front my daughter and two ladies. She then proceeded to pull the shirt out from both my hands and I was lying down shirtless. Ice water arrived in the hands of two young maids of the house and they also just stood there looking at me. The two ladies proceeded to dip some cloth in ice water and placing them on my forehead to cool my body down. Jyoti placed her hand on my shoulder and screamed: “Ouii ma, his body is so warm”. Damini moved her hands across my chest and abs and concurred. They picked up ice from the bucket and started rubbing bare ice on my bare body. Their hands moved from my shoulders to my biceps, then from my underarms to my pecs and nipples, and finally across my abs and below my belly button.
One of the maids also joined to clean up the melted water from my body. At one point, six hands were feeling up my muscled upper body. Jyoti and Damini aunty were softly touching the ice to my nipples getting them to stand up, then towards my belly button and groin. I still had a splitting headache and my body felt insanely weak. They decided that they should dip my feet and legs in cold water too – two more buckets were called. I was made to lie sideways now with my legs hanging down from the bed. When the buckets came, they tried to fold up my pants so that they could immerse my legs from the knee down but my well fitted pants won’t do as expected. “Bhabhi, nikal do? (Take them off?)”, asked one of the maids. Damini aunty proceeded to unbutton and unhook my pants, when I resisted a little from the small strength I had left. “Beta, don’t worry, we’re your family, why be shy?”, Damini aunty said. My pants were pulled down completely exposing my dark-blue square cut briefs. Now I was lying down only in my briefs in front of 4 women with my head and legs immersed in icy cold water. A mug of icy cold water was dripped on to my briefs to get them wet and cold as well, apparently to get the body temperature down, but all it did was make the shapes inside my underwear more prominent to the onlookers. Jia was apparently worried too and she continued rubbing the smallest piece of ice on my chest as she could find. I told her not to worry and handed her my phone to play with as some distraction.
“We need some cooling agent on his body, get me some Chandan (sandalwood)”, said Jyoti. Soon two tubes of Chandan arrived. “Beta, Chandan gives you some coolness”, Damini aunty tried to explain to me. Before I could muster the strength to answer back, Damini aunty took a dollop of Chandan paste and rubbed it on my shoulders and arms. I was told to turn my back so that the two ladies could rub Chandan on my back as well.
They were surely doing a meticulous job spending good ten minutes rubbing every ounce of my body. I felt a tug on the elastic of my briefs, and I noticed that they had been displaced from my back a fair bit to expose my ass to the women. They continued rubbing Chandan on my ass checks and thighs. I tried to put my hand behind to pull my briefs up as I saw glimpses of the two maids giggling looking at my rather nude situation. My hand was squatted away, and Damini aunty said “Beta what happened? Your wife never told us you were so shy” and she giggled. I felt a little emasculated and decided to just go along with us. The two elder women were just trying to help me. I felt a tug on the elastic again and this time the entire underwear was removed. I was asked to turn over now, which would mean putting my entire junk on display. I wanted to refuse but then I felt a little weird being called shy. I was never shy and maybe there is nothing wrong with two elder women in my family seeing me nude when I have a fever. The younger maids were just two strange onlookers, nothing serious, so I turned over. Chandan was rubbed all over my upper body, over my pubic hair, all the way to the shaft of my cock and my balls. Damini aunty’s hands were not leaving one crevice of my junk untouched.
Finally, I was covered with a thick blanket naked and asked to sleep for a few hours. I woke up to my wife’s voice, I realized she was finally back. She came to me worried, removed my blanket to expose my naked body in front of her sisters and aunts, and I just tried to sit in a way to preserve modesty. I had lost the high temperature by then though, so it turns out all this naked humiliation wasn’t all a waste.