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Fatima was surprised that she felt so guilty after her wedding. Lying by the sea in Bali, she thought of the hundreds of well-wishers who had attended believing the marriage to be sincere and genuine. Only her new husband, her lover, and Fatima herself knew the true nature of the arrangement: the marriage was a sham and as soon as she returned to London she would be trying to get pregnant with her lover's child, a child her husband would be forced to raise knowing it was not his own. She didn't feel guilty about the sweating, fat loser of a husband lying smoking on a sun lounger beside her but she did feel a pang of remorse that her family and friends had been deceived. Her parents in particular would never know that their grandchildren were actually the issue of Sourav, the man they had forbidden her to marry years before.

She put the feelings of guilt aside and focused on the opportunities now open to her. She could have the best of all worlds: the financial security and comfort that came with her husband's wealth and the urgent, passionate sex that only Sourav could provide. And besides, why should she feel guilty? She would still allow her husband some fun. They had already consummated the marriage; Devesh squirting his cum over her after a short and completely unsatisfactory fuck - protected of course - on their wedding night. She had only had to endure his thrusting, sweating and grunting for about three minutes before he had pulled off the condom and finished himself off on her belly before going to sleep. If only her pussy had already been full of Sourav's cum beforehand she might have enjoyed it; the thought of her husband forcing her lover's cum deeper and deeper inside her was thrilling and taboo.

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As soon as she returned from honeymoon and her husband returned to work, Fatima invited Sourav over to her new home. Devesh worked long hours so finding time during the day for some illicit fucking wasn't difficult. Sourav's job in a local bar meant he often didn't work until the evenings, making afternoons an ideal time to meet. Most of the maids finished work by one o'clock so Sourav could largely come and go unnoticed, and the kitchen was far enough away from her bedroom that her moans and loud orgasms could not be heard by the staff there.

When Devesh returned from the office on the days Sourav had been round he would be delighted when Fatima enticed him into bed. Perhaps he was too horny or too stupid to notice Sourav's cum dripping out her pussy as he fucked her. Maybe he was pushing the idea of her lover to the back of his mind even as he pushed Sourav's cum onto Fatima's cervix. Of maybe his cuckolding actually turned Devesh on - Fatima couldn't be sure. Devesh never mentioned her infidelity or remarked on the mysterious stains on the bedsheets and for a while Fatima liked that, but soon she wanted to be more overt and provocative. She wanted Devesh to acknowledge her cheating; to show some reaction and to feel the shame and humiliation deserving of his cuckold status. She decided he would have to catch her and Sourav in the act.

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Within a few weeks of moving in with Devesh, Fatima could more accurately predict his movements. Most days he would come home after seven o'clock but Tuesdays were different. On Tuesdays he would come home between four and five o'clock to change before meeting his friends at the golf course. Fatima decided that the following Tuesday he would get a surprise when he came home.

 

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Sourav was unsure at first. Despite Fatima's assurances and Devesh's knowledge of her unfaithfulness, he thought it might be taking things too far if he was caught fucking Fatima. Devesh might get angry and if word of their relationship became public it could be the end of their relationship. He could even lose his job. Fatima reassured him, telling him it was Devesh who would look foolish if his new wife was exposed as a cheat so he would be unlikely to make a fuss. If he didn't like seeing them together he only had himself to blame given that he knew the situation from the start. Sourav reluctantly agreed, knowing how much the idea turned Fatima on and how much they both wanted a child together.

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When Tuesday came Fatima was excited. By the time she woke Devesh had already gone to work so she pulled up her nightdress to play with herself for a while. She must have been dreaming about Sourav because her dark curls were already wet and her opening warm and wet. Her fingers glided easily in and out of her hole and over her clit and she turned her thoughts to the day ahead. In a few hours her pussy would be full of Sourav's cum and she hoped that this time tomorrow she would be pregnant. An app on her phone told her she was ovulating and the thought of Sourav's baby growing inside her made her desperate for his cock. But the biggest turn-on of all was the thought that her husband would be watching as Sourav emptied his balls into her.

She wondered what the look on Devesh's face would be as his wife was inseminated by the superior sperm of her lover. She imagined him pleading with Sourav to pull out only to watch in despair as he shot load after load inside her, flooding her pussy with his thick seed. She would keep her legs wide open after he withdrew, allowing Devesh to watch as the thick white mess flowed from her opening and onto her asshole as it had done so many times before.

It didn't take long for Fatima to cum. Her body became tense as the delicious ecstasy of her orgasm swept across her body, the pleasure heightened by the thought of what lay ahead. Her legs went weak as, for a moment, a rush of endorphins induced a moment of helpless bliss and she lay back panting heavily, the warm breeze from the open window cool against her sensitive opening.

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Sourav arrived shortly after three thirty and Fatima quickly took him upstairs to shower. She undressed as she heard Sourav begin to wash, deciding she would join him. The feeling of her soapy body against his always turned him on and some of their hottest fucks had taken place after she had showered with him. Sometimes he was unable to wait until they returned to the bedroom; pressing her back against the shower tiles with his body and urgently taking her, forcing his cock between her legs and deep inside her as he supported her weight with his strong hands.

 

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Fatima loved these moments; she liked to be taken roughly and treated like Sourav's whore. Although usually a sensitive lover, Sourav sometimes needed to satisfy his strong carnal urges and she always knew she was in for a rough fuck if he dispensed with foreplay and quickly penetrated her. Often he would pin her down as he did so, forcing her to play the passive role as he used her pussy, her mouth or even her anus as he pleased until, with a bestial grunt, he would fill whichever hole he was using with his sperm. Only then did he become the old Sourav again.

But today he was more gentle. When he heard the bathroom door open and Fatima enter, Sourav drew back the shower curtain and put out his hand. Her body was lithe and dark, and her long wavy hair was tied back in a long ponytail. His eyes were drawn downwards over her round breasts and dark nipples to her untrimmed bush: dark, mysterious and ready to be fucked. She took his hand and stepped into the shower, enveloping him in a hot, wet embrace as the water cascaded over their taut bodies.

Fatima took the soap and covered Sourav in a thick white lather before carefully washing him clean with her hands. His smooth, toned body was such a contrast to her fat, hairy husband's - she would never be intimate in this way with him! As she pressed her breasts firmly against his back she moved her hands over his firm chest and abdomen, pressing her wet mound against his bottom as his long thick cock grew harder. Turning him around she crouched in front of him and, after applying more soap to her hands, took his cock in her hands. She pulled back the foreskin and began to wash him slowly and carefully, gently cupping his balls as her hand moved between his legs and into his crack. He gasped as he felt her index finger circle his anus and his cock twitched in delight as she moved her finger slowly around his opening. Ordinarily Fatima might have taken things further - she knew how much Sourav enjoyed having his prostate massaged - but today time was short. She wanted to present her husband with a memorable spectacle when he walked in and he would be home soon. She needed to move things on.

Having washed Sourav, Fatima allowed him to do the same to her. She loved when he cupped her soapy breasts from behind, gently rubbing them and pinching her nipples. And when his hands went down to her thick bush she spread her legs to allow his hands to wash her curls and warm opening. Bending over, she allowed him to wash her anus. She knew he would want to take his hard cock and slide it inside her but today he had a much more important job to do. He had to make her a mother.

Having dried one another Fatima and Sourav went through to the bedroom. Fatima had asked the maid to change the laundry; she hadn't wanted her husband's smell on the sheets when she was fucking Saurav. But she did want traces of Sourav's fresh semen on the sheets when Devesh came to bed later so she asked the maid to put the dark blue bed sheets. She wanted him to remember what he was about to witness and dark blue would show the cum stains clearly. Fatima kissed Sourav before joining him on the bed.

Sourav was still rock hard and pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock. Fatima reclined next to him, squeezing out more of the clear, sticky liquid before licking it off. She moved her hand downwards, cupping his full, heavy balls in her hand, hoping he hadn't been wanking himself in the three days since they had last fucked - she wanted every drop of his cum inside her. Fatima moved between his legs, lying on her front as he drew up his knees then taking his cock in her hand, she wrapped her mouth around it greedily; gripping the base with her thumb and forefinger to draw back his foreskin.

 

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Sourav let his head fall back as he allowed Fatima to lick and suck his thick cock. She knew exactly how he liked it: decisive, rough and wet, and she enjoyed his moans of pleasure as she gripped his balls firmly before sucking each into her mouth in turn. She could feel the wetness building between her legs and, moving into the sixty-nine position, lowered her pussy onto his mouth so he could taste her arousal. His tongue felt exquisite on her velvety wetness as it flicked in and around her clitoris and labia. She felt his nose press against her anus as he thrust his tongue into her pussy and she reached back to stretch herself open, allowing him into both holes even deeper.

Soon Fatima heard the familiar sound of a car drawing up in the driveway and, after a short exchange of words with a voice she recognised as the cook's, the car door slammed shut. Devesh had returned in time for her surprise just as she had hoped. She knew that in a few short moments he would make his way to the bedroom to change for golf and she wanted to give him a sight to remember. Shuffling forward on the bed she went into the doggy position, her head facing the door so she could fully take in her husband's reaction as he discovered his young wife being ruthlessly fucked from behind by her fit, handsome, well-hung lover. Taking his cue Sourav moved behind her, took his cock in his hand and plunged it deep inside her willing pussy.

Fatima knew Sourav had enormous stamina in the bedroom. It would be at least twenty minutes before he would cum: long enough for Devesh to find them and, if he could face it, watch her being fucked and impregnated. She could hear him stomping around downstairs, presumably looking for her and hoping for a welcome home kiss. After a while she heard him calling her name but didn't answer, instead she just raised the volume of her moans as Sourav increased the strength, depth and tempo of his thrusts as he relentlessly fucked Fatima.

After a few seconds Fatima heard the stairs creak as Devesh widened his search to the upstairs floor. It was a few seconds later that the door opened and Devesh entered, calling Fatima's name as he walked in to see his wife being roughly cleaved by her lover on his bed.

Sourav barely acknowledged Devesh, looking up briefly before continuing his rhythm as before. Fatima continued moaning with each of Sourav's deep thrusts, her face part buried in the bedsheets but with one eye firmly on Devesh as he attempted to make sense of what he was seeing.

Surprise quickly gave way to shock then anger as Devesh slowly moved further into the room. Fatima could see he was trying to process the scene in his mind but failing to understand. It was clear he was upset and wanted to say something, do something, but just as it looked like he had found the words to vent his confusion and anguish he stopped. "Even if he has been blocking it out he must have known this moment would come as I told him it would", Fatima thought. "He knows he can't say anything but what will he do?"

Regaining his composure, Devesh moved towards the chair on which he had carefully laid out his golfing clothes the previous evening. "I'll need these," he stammered, completely at a loss as to what to say or do.

"Oh, hello Devesh," Fatima said airily between gasps of pleasure. "This is Sourav." Sourav nodded dismissively to Devesh without stopping his thrusts. "We've only just started I'm afraid so we'll be at least twenty minutes but you can change here if you like. Don't mind us."

 

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Fatima hoped her greeting sounded as matter-of-fact as she had intended and it certainly seemed to hit home with Devesh. He paused for a moment before shaking his head despondently and continued towards the chair for his golf clothes.

"Let me get on top," Fatima said to Sourav. "I want to milk your cock and get all your cum deep inside me. I want you to get me pregnant." Sourav lay down and Fatima manoeuvred herself on top of him in the reverse cowgirl position so she could still watch Devesh. In a moment Sourav was back inside her, Fatima riding his cock enthusiastically.

"You are going to get pregnant?!" Devesh shouted incredulously. "With him?! Why will you not have a baby with me? I will be a good father!"

"I'm sure you will be a great father, Devesh," Fatima replied, this time with barely concealed contempt as she rode Sourav's cock harder. "You will pay for the child's upkeep, school fees, and all the things it will need. You will be just like a father to it. And just like a real father, you should be there for the conception. So stay! Watch as Sourav fills me with his spunk and the child you will call yours is conceived. It's the least I can do."

Devesh didn't know what to think. Any dreams he may have had that his wife would give up her lover and start a family with him had disappeared, leaving him desolate. But he couldn't take his eyes off Fatima. Watching the way she arched her back to take Sourav deeper captivated him, and the gentle swaying of her breasts as she leaned forward, gripping the sheets as she rode Sourav's thick cock was strangely bewitching and he felt his cock becoming rigid.

Seeing Devesh enthralled by the lewd sight he had come across, Fatima cupped her breasts in her hands and taunted him further. "I knew you'd enjoy it!" she said excitedly. "Why don't you sit down and watch? You can join your friends later but now you can watch your child being conceived. Take your cock out and play with it while we fuck, if you like."

Still stunned, Devesh did as she was told. He moved his golf clothes onto the floor, unfastened his trousers, dropped his boxer shorts and sat down, stroking his cock.

"I see you're already hard," Fatima said. "Good. Let's show you a little bit more, shall we?" Climbing off Sourav, Fatima moved him around so his feet were facing Devesh then straddled him again, this time with her bottom facing her husband. "Don't be shy! Pull your chair closer - you'll get a very good view now." Leaning forward, Fatima started riding Sourav again as she kissed him passionately. Devesh watched as Sourav's thick dark cock disappeared inside Fatima's salmon-pink pussy, emerging briefly then disappearing again as Fatima moved her hips up and down over Sourav's shaft.

Then raising her hips slightly, she allowed Sourav to pound her from below. Devesh heard the vulgar slapping sound of his wife's wet pussy being deeply fucked and as Sourav pulled apart Fatima's ass cheeks,, he could clearly see the force of Sourav's thrusts as his balls flicked against Fatima's asshole. His own jerking increased in tandem as he wished it was his cock that was about to inseminate his beautiful wife.

 

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After a few minutes Fatima climbed off Sourav and swung her legs off the bed. Taking a few short steps across the room to Devesh's chair she bent over, her hands resting on the arm of the chair and her face so close to Devesh's that she could smell his tobacco-stinking breath. Sourav stood up and walked up behind her, effortlessly entering her again as he resumed his hard, deep thrusting.

"Oh God, it feels so good!" Fatima said between gasps. "Sourav is such a good lover, Devesh. He can last for ages when he wants but today I just want his cum inside me. I want him to fill my pussy with his rich sperm and give me his child. Is that what you want too, Devesh? Your wife to get pregnant with a strong, healthy child?"

"Yes," Devesh found himself saying as he continued stroking his cock. Of course he wanted Fatima to bear a strong, healthy child but not by another man! And yet he found himself giving his tacit approval to his own cuckolding and shame.

Fatima continued. "Good. And who knows - once I'm pregnant I might even let you cum inside me sometimes. Would you like that? No condom until the baby has been born?"

"Yes," Devesh said again, even while knowing Sourav's cum would be lubricating his wife's pussy in the times he was allowed to fuck her bare.

Fatima carried on taunting Devesh as Sourav's cock hammered her pussy but she was impatient for his humiliation to be complete and wanted to be sure he stayed long enough to see Sourav breed her. She stood and moved a pillow into the centre of the bed. "Now Sourav's going to cum inside me," she told Devesh. "I'm going to put my bum on this pillow so that when he cums all his sperm gets sucked deep into my cervix. Tomorrow I'll be pregnant with his... OUR child."

Fatima lay on her back with her feet towards her husband and opened her legs and arms to welcome her lover back inside her. Devesh watched as Sourav's firm buttocks moved up and down in the time-honoured way, filling Fatima's pussy with his length and girth. Fatima had her legs in the air now, holding onto her ankles as Sourav increased the tempo of his deep strokes.

"Yes, Darling - come for me now." Devesh heard his wife coaxing her lover towards his orgasm. "Can you feel it building yet? Can you feel all the thick white seed in the base of your cock ready to impregnate me? Oh, I want it so badly, Sourav! Don't hold back - fill me with your cum!"

Sourav wasn't ready to cum just yet but Fatima heard Devesh grunt behind him as he unloaded his jizz over the freshly-pressed golf trousers on the floor in front of him. The afternoon was going from bad to worse for him but he knew his ultimate humiliation was still to come.

"It sounds like someone has enjoyed himself," Fatima called over. "Now watch what happens when a real man comes." Fatima could see that Sourav was reaching his crisis point and she pulled down on his buttocks with every deep thrust. "Now, baby. Give it all to me now."

 

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With a banshee howl, Sourav began to cum. His cock stabbed Fatima's pussy three, four, five times as his balls released their precious cargo into her womb. "Yes, baby. Don't stop. Give me it all," Fatima urged as she felt his tip throb and pulse inside her, his warmth spreading through her body with every wet surge. Devesh could only watch head bowed, his cock limp in his hand as his wife stroked Sourav's head, appealing for one last load. But Sourav was spent. Leaning over Fatima he kissed her deeply as he slowly withdrew his cock to give Devesh a look at the thick white pool of semen he had injected into Fatima's pussy.

Saying nothing, Devesh picked up his spunk-stained clothes and left the room.

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It was four months later that the party was held. The house was full and so many guests warmly congratulated Devesh that he almost managed to convince himself that he had been responsible for the small bump his wife was now proudly showing off. The usual conversations around weight, sex and baby names followed but it was only when the question of which parent the baby would look like that Devesh felt a deep pang of humiliation.

"Well, when it's first born I think it will look like Devesh," Fatima had replied to an inquisitive aunty. "Confused, chubby and crying for its mummy."

Devesh tried to go along with the joke as the room erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

THE-END

 

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# Eesha Rebba

I wanted to show off my wife to other men. I wanted them to catch her boobs from behind, kiss her navel, smell her armpits, lick her clitoris, sleep with her, and hug her. I fantasized hiding and watching them secretly while they did all that.

When we travel together by train, due to the wind her saree goes off place and her navel is exposed. Though I see it I wouldn't tell her. I wanted other guys to look at her body. She falls off into deep sleep during the journeys and her palloo comes down slightly which causes her cleavage to be visible. I do not wake her or cover it myself. I act as if I didn't notice it. I let the guys around, even teenage boys enjoy that sight.

I bring all my close friends home and make her wear transparent sarees to give a visual treat to them. Some would openly tell me how sexy my wife is and I don't mind that.

Harsha, my best friend is a sex maniac. He fantasizes about every girl. He is good in nature every other aspect but he has a strong sexual drive. I want to watch while someone does all nasty things to my wife so I fantasize about harsha doing all that to my wife.

I take nude pics of her, distorting the face and I post them on the internet blogs and forums. People make lewd comments about her body parts and measurements. That gives me a kick. I shag reading all those. I share non nude pics of her as well but ones which give an idea of her assets, shape size, etc. I enjoy it when some stranger shags, looking at my wife's pics.

I encourage our watchman to help us in some of the house-cleaning activities. This way I could fantasize him getting glimpses of her assets. I fantasize he would see her cleavage when she bends and that would get erect and masturbate later thinking about my wife.

I ask my car driver to teach her driving. I fantasize about the sparks that fly when he touches my wife knowingly or un-knowingly.

My wife's name is Eesha Rebba.

Here is the narration from Eesha's point of view:

I want to show off my body to other men. I do it as if I'm showing it without my knowledge and as if it happens accidentally. I drop my palloo knowingly, that, other men would get glimpses of my navel and my boobs. I fantasize about my husbands' friends, every one of them. I imagine being fucked deeply and madly by every one of them, like group fuckings and orgies. My dreams are filled by them. Even when my husband is riding me I think of his best friend harsha. Wow, he's got a hairy chest and I've heard my husband say that he's a sex maniac. I imagine him fucking me. When our watchman Ramu comes to help me do the household chores, I make the most out of it.

I climb ladders wearing short skirts. I wear loose tops and I bend a lot showing him my cleavage full length and I never make it look intentional. When we change the bed covers I spend a lot of time standing opposite him bending down and giving him a direct view of my juggling tits. Also, while we sweep the floor in the end, half my saree and blouse would become wet due to my sweat while cleaning. Even he drips sweat. We both can smell each other's sweat easily during those sessions as we will be moving closely, and I love doing that. I give my old clothes to him to give to his sisters and relatives. I give him my blouses and inner wear as well as he's poor. Ramu has got a lean and muscular body. He is dark and extremely crude in his acts. I like that. I want to be mauled by a rough savage like him. I planned something to make him touch me.

I allow my car driver as well to touch me. I bend forward and let his elbow touch my boobs and he understood me and started to touch my parts while teaching me but we both did it as if it was done in course of teaching me and it was unintentional. Later on I masturbated thinking about him.

 

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Here is story from Ramu's point of view:

Poor guy. He's got a lovely wife and he is leaving her to a rogue like me to feast on. Man, awesome tits she's got on her top. I slurp whenever she bends. Poor thing, she's very frank and open minded, little did she know about the pervert in me.

I catch good views of her panty clad ass when she climbs the ladder wearing short skirts. She thinks I'm helping her but indeed she's helping me! I smell the clothes she gives to me. I can

Hardly control my erection when she's around. Her navel is almost always visible when she's in sarees or short tops. Whenever she lifts her hands up to grab a bottle or hang on something, I'd take a look at her navel. It was deep and round, felt like kissing it many times. Her legs are smooth and clean shaven. I get a good view of her thighs when she's in her short skirts as her skirt flies up and down due to the fan. I need to bang this bitch hard some day.

She has got long hair, it reaches her ass. When she walks her long plait swings like a pendulum. She has got two big round globes on the behind: perfect ass cheeks. They stop the movement of her hair plait from one side to the other, it's like she's playing cricket: both her ass cheeks play with her plait, one ass cheek hits her hair to the other end, when it reaches the far end, the other cheek holds it for some time and then releases it. That gives the pendulum motion to her long hair plait. I badly want to squeeze her ass cheeks hard.

Once I stood behind her intentionally and when she moved back my groin digged straight into, her ass. I pushed my groin further as well, when she collided me; I caught her waist and pulled her back further onto my dick. My dick entered half between her ass cheeks. Later on, she moved forward and apologized. I enjoyed.

I wanted to watch her somehow while she's having a bath. The bathroom didn't have a key hole. I was desperate. I stood near the door and could hear the sound of the water hitting the floor. I know that she sits on a stool, a short one, and takes her bath. I saw the door; it was having some gap in the bottom, about an inch between the door and the floor. As she is bathing, some water came out from the bathroom. I bent down to try to get a view from the bottom but couldn't see much. Then science came into picture and blessed me. I could see her reflection in the water. Yes, you can try that and see for yourself it works. I put my eye near the door and viewed at 45 degrees and I could get a view of the inside. As it was night, she turned on the bulb inside and that made her image clearly visible. I could see my mam naked, though indirectly. That was enough for me to get hard. This became a routine from that day onwards. I would watch her applying soap to her body parts. her boobs, hands, legs. It was clear enough. That left me wanting more.

Even Raghu, my friend, the driver of the house tells me that he's been lucky with madam. It seems he gets to touch her boobs while teaching her how to drive. Lucky bastard. He always watches her midriff, area not covered by the saree, which faces him as he sits towards her left. Even he digs her navel man. We both assess her shapes all day when we are idling around and tell each other how we fantasize and masturbate thinking about her.

One day I was lucky. Very lucky actually: That day was the first of the month. She needs to give me the salary for the previous month. I knocked the door, and she opened it. She was wearing a gorgeous green colored saree. She applied mehendi to her hands and they were wet. I asked her for the salary and said that I don't have money to buy the food items as well. She said her hands are busy and asked if it is very urgent. I said yes. Then she asked to come in and close the door. I did.

 

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She said "As I applied mehendi, I cannot use my hands. But you can take the money with your hands" I said ok and asked where the money was. She said she had money at two places. One was in the cupboard, which is locked now, the keys with her husband. The other is her own **censored** money. She said she could now give her **censored** money alone as she doesn't have the keys of the cupboard. I said ok. Question: Where is that money?

She said "It is in my blouse" and she didn't look as if she was joking. I stood stunned for a second there. I was about to say "I will wait until sir comes..." but she interrupted and said "you can take that money for now".

She said "It is ok, as, the money is very urgent to you". I nodded, as if she was right there. She asked me to come closer. I was hesitant but I did go near her. I could smell her shampooed hair which was left loose.

"Remove my palloo down" she said and lifted her hands up.

I was not sure.

She signaled again.

My hands were shaking; I put them hesitantly over her left shoulder.

"It is pinned", I said.

She said she knew it, and added: "Remove it Ramu".

I put two fingers inside blouse near her shoulder. That made me touch her intimate skin for the first time. She jerked upon my touch, involuntarily. I used both the hands and removed the pin without hurting her.

I slowly brought the palloo down as my heart began to beat faster.

Out came her mangoes, hanging before me, waiting to be plucked. Her blouse clad tits were now in front of me, inches away. I see the sweat near her armpits and that part of the blouse was drenched. Her blouse was transparent enough to reveal that she was wearing a white bra inside.

I turned my face away and asked her if it was ok to proceed.

She said she could have washed her hands and given it but she liked mehendi a lot. I said "Please retain your mehendi. I will take the money myself".

"Hurry up then".

I didn't turn towards her but stretched my hands forward towards her blouse. Obviously my positioning was not very right and I happened to grope her tit. "Ouch" she shrieked. Ah, how soft her mound was. I said "sorry". "Better look and take", she advised.

I turned towards her. I asked "which side is it?"

"Left".

I put my hand over her bosom.

There was not much of a gap for my hand to enter in. I looked at her and said I can't put my hand as there is no gap. she smiled and said casually" remove a button or two".

I was not sure. "Do it if you want your money". I caught her blouse top with both hands my palms feeling her tits and released the first hook of the blouse. Out came her cleavage into view and some fresh air for her tits.

I removed another and I came to know she had a mole on her left tit. I looked up into the air and inserted my hand inside from the top of her blouse; fingers first, over her left one. My hand was over her tit now I gently grasped her tit to assess the size and shape. It was firm and round like a ripe mango. She said the money is in the bra. I looked at her and she turned away in shyness. I now pulled my hand out and kept it now inside the bra. I entered heaven. My dick was tearing my underwear by now. I touched her nipple with my finger tip and it became erect. She arched her back and thrust her tit further towards me. Her tit was crushed in my hand now. It felt warm. I could feel the currency notes on one end but I didn't take them immediately. I delayed my movements there. I was searching on the other end of her tit and feeling her boob fully. I was tweaking her nipples with my finger tip movements from side to side. Her nipple now became erect and it stood up firmly.

I bet her pussy juices were flowing by now. She said the money is on the other end. "Oh, I see".

I now moved my hand and felt the notes. While trying to grasp the notes I grabbed her tit and gave it a squeeze. "aghh" she let out a sound and showed pain and lust in her eyes.

I said sorry and pulled out my hands with the currency. Her face was red now. I stood there staring at her tits. She said "Cover me up now and leave before my husband comes. He may think otherwise".

"What otherwise", I was thinking while I buttoned her blouse and adjusted her tits back in place and covered her palloo as well. "Thanks mam for giving the money immediately". She half blushed and looking down said now go and do your shopping. I left and started my shagging.

Coming back to 'My' thoughts:

Being her husband, I feel I own her. She's mine. I can do whatever I want with her. I decide to give a practical turn to my fantasies. Enough dreaming let me really see and shag while someone's does those things to her. I carefully hatch a master plan.

One day I take my wife to a friend's party. It is a wild party with dance and disco. My wife doesn't drink liquor, so she resorted to soft drinks and was dancing with girls. I put my plan into action. I drugged her drinks with d-r drugs which give an unconscious state but wouldn't make victims totally asleep/passed out. They just wouldn't remember anything done to them that night.