06-07-2020, 11:45 PM
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That year I had gifted her three sarees, one was see-through chiffon. Black with golden border and small golden flowers sparsely sprinkled over it.
Generally we go to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, have a romantic dinner, only Sumi and me and then come back home, happy.
Initially my wife agreed to wear the transparent chiffon to any good restaurant. But then I came to know that our marriage anniversary date has coincided with Rath Yeatra. As near our place also Rath Yatra is celebrated. We always go to the fair in the evening to pull the Rath and stay there till late night. And as that time as it is overcrowded, thousands, and thousands of people gathering to pull and celebrate Rath, so obviously it is not possible for her to go wearing a transparent saree there. She will be ogled, touched, and groped freely and she will never agree to that. I was sad.
She immediately read my mind very distinctively.
May be she is living with me for so many years or may be as she loves and cares for me very much that is why she could read my mind.
“Today I will wear the black chiffon gifted by you and go to Rath.” She said suddenly as we were having our evening tea.
It took couple of seconds to settle in my head what she was saying. I looked at her dumbfound thinking, ‘Was she saying about any old chiffon of her which is not at all transparent? Or she was talking about the new saree, gift of marriage anniversary!. . . Is she pulling my leg?’
She has been raised in a conservative, traditional family with Indian values. Needless to say our family is just a replica of my wife’s family with same traditions and values. I am an exception; obviously that’s what she thinks. Throughout our married life till now she would get angry if I ever had proposed that she should wear something flaunting, purposefully, to tease guys to make their eyes bulge out and to make their cock throb.
Sumi giggled looking at my dumbfound face, “I will wear the black chiffon, your gift!” Then added with a teasing smile on her face, “Obviously if you don’t have any objection, then only!”
“I . . . I . . .” I stammered. Her proposal was beyond my expectation. As her words started sipping in my head I say, “Why should I have any objection? I will love if you wear it at mela (fair).”
She looked serious. Sat beside me. “You know na, what will happen if I wear the transparent saree in that crowded fair?”
My mouth felt dry. I know what will happen if she wears such a saree and goes there in the overcrowded fair but I was very afraid, very uneasy to tell her.
For one minute she looked at me. Her eyes grilling through me. I could not say anything.
Her eyes softened, “People will ogle at me, touch me and even may be able to grope my boobs and ass. My transparent saree is a provocative dress. It is inevitably going to attract the lusty and adventurous guys. The fair becomes so overcrowded that it will be impossible for me to resist their hands.”
I gulped. Sumi merely telling me what may happen at fair has made my cock twist and getting hard. A bulge has started forming. Sweat of excitement forming at my forehead.
She looked at me, my sweating forehead.
“You are excited?” She instantly put her hand over my Bermuda. She smiled. “You are hard! Just by listening what may happen to me in fair your cock is dancing.”
“I . . .I . . .” I tried to justify myself.
It has happened so many times that she had flaring up seeing my cock getting hard in anticipation of somebody ogling at her or she getting touched at bus or train. It is something involuntary beyond my control, my dick twitches, throbs, and sometimes even get hard whenever I hear or see such things relating to her. My fantasies start to flood my mind, adrenalin flows like a water fall making my cock pulse.
“I know your fantasy! I am going to gift you your fantasy today, it is a gift from my side to you on our marriage anniversary.” She paused. “But you have to give a commitment.”
At last I found something to say, “What?”
“It is going to be first and last time. You are not going to request something like this any more in our life time.”
“Why should I ask you again to do such a thing? My fantasy is getting fulfilled! I am never ever going to talk about my fantasies anymore.”
She smiled. But this time her smile was week, not a confident smile as before. She has started to feel nervous in anticipation of the fair.
I continued after a pause, “I will not be by your side. I will always keep a distance from you. It should look as if you have come alone.”
She again smiled uneasily, “Ok, Whatever you want today I will do like that. . . Pretending alone woman!” She added anxiously trying to bring to my attention that we should be together. “It is dangerous.”
I know it is dangerous. But it is one of my dream fantasies. I also know she will do this only for once. It is an opportunity for today only. I cannot let it slip out of my hand, how much dangerous it may be.
Before she change her mind I said, “I will be nearby and jump in if things get out of hand.”
I was in a position of a starving man. I was like a man who for months is not getting proper food to eat, then suddenly somebody offers him, ‘You can eat as much Biriyani as you can but only for once.’ What will he do? He will stuff himself with as much possible Biriyani as he can eat--Till a limit where he is about to vomit. It may be he is so full he cannot breathe after eating, but he will eat.
It is not a fair for alone woman. Even also for a small group of women who goes there without any male. Many come with faith to attend the fair and pull the Rath and many go there to get amused and hunt bob and ass. Over the years it has become an unwritten rule that a woman married/unmarried coming alone to this fair without accompanied by any male partner is free to get touched and squeezed. If she tries to protest she will get a response, ‘You have come without a male, alone, so your intension is to get groped in the mela (fare). Why are you making a fuss?’ Even authorities share the same view. Single woman coming to this mela is a licentious and wonton woman, let her get groped and molested. No protection given to her.
Even coming with male partner or your family does not guaranty that women’s will not get groped. No woman gets untouched. So over the years this fair, especially after sunset, has got transformed more as a male dominated fair. Only a handful of women visit the fair after sunset accompanied by a group of men or family members.
Our local Rath Yeatra fair is held on a two kilometer long stretch of main road; leading to a park. Both side of the road is blocked so that no vehicle can travel through this stretch of road that day. Different kinds of stall are lined on both side of the road. Stalls selling plants and its peripherals. Stalls of different kind of food-From cheap golguppas and jalebis to expansive birianis. There would be stalls who are selling different kind of toys, some stalls selling plastic dolls. Some earthen pots. Some stalls will be staffed with earthen dolls. Crockery’s. Dresses. Bangles. You name anything you are going to get that in that fair. And the park holds the amusement rides.
At day time women flock in the fair they roam from stall to stall buying things of need, things for amusement. Eating and amusing themselves from the rides. But as sun sets and Rath stars to get pulled the hunters start to swarm the mela. It is time for the alone woman or small groups women to leave. Only daring, auspicious, and wanton woman stay. Obviously woman partnered with their husbands and women’s accompanied by family members will also be seen.
Generally we go to a restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, have a romantic dinner, only Sumi and me and then come back home, happy.
Initially my wife agreed to wear the transparent chiffon to any good restaurant. But then I came to know that our marriage anniversary date has coincided with Rath Yeatra. As near our place also Rath Yatra is celebrated. We always go to the fair in the evening to pull the Rath and stay there till late night. And as that time as it is overcrowded, thousands, and thousands of people gathering to pull and celebrate Rath, so obviously it is not possible for her to go wearing a transparent saree there. She will be ogled, touched, and groped freely and she will never agree to that. I was sad.
She immediately read my mind very distinctively.
May be she is living with me for so many years or may be as she loves and cares for me very much that is why she could read my mind.
“Today I will wear the black chiffon gifted by you and go to Rath.” She said suddenly as we were having our evening tea.
It took couple of seconds to settle in my head what she was saying. I looked at her dumbfound thinking, ‘Was she saying about any old chiffon of her which is not at all transparent? Or she was talking about the new saree, gift of marriage anniversary!. . . Is she pulling my leg?’
She has been raised in a conservative, traditional family with Indian values. Needless to say our family is just a replica of my wife’s family with same traditions and values. I am an exception; obviously that’s what she thinks. Throughout our married life till now she would get angry if I ever had proposed that she should wear something flaunting, purposefully, to tease guys to make their eyes bulge out and to make their cock throb.
Sumi giggled looking at my dumbfound face, “I will wear the black chiffon, your gift!” Then added with a teasing smile on her face, “Obviously if you don’t have any objection, then only!”
“I . . . I . . .” I stammered. Her proposal was beyond my expectation. As her words started sipping in my head I say, “Why should I have any objection? I will love if you wear it at mela (fair).”
She looked serious. Sat beside me. “You know na, what will happen if I wear the transparent saree in that crowded fair?”
My mouth felt dry. I know what will happen if she wears such a saree and goes there in the overcrowded fair but I was very afraid, very uneasy to tell her.
For one minute she looked at me. Her eyes grilling through me. I could not say anything.
Her eyes softened, “People will ogle at me, touch me and even may be able to grope my boobs and ass. My transparent saree is a provocative dress. It is inevitably going to attract the lusty and adventurous guys. The fair becomes so overcrowded that it will be impossible for me to resist their hands.”
I gulped. Sumi merely telling me what may happen at fair has made my cock twist and getting hard. A bulge has started forming. Sweat of excitement forming at my forehead.
She looked at me, my sweating forehead.
“You are excited?” She instantly put her hand over my Bermuda. She smiled. “You are hard! Just by listening what may happen to me in fair your cock is dancing.”
“I . . .I . . .” I tried to justify myself.
It has happened so many times that she had flaring up seeing my cock getting hard in anticipation of somebody ogling at her or she getting touched at bus or train. It is something involuntary beyond my control, my dick twitches, throbs, and sometimes even get hard whenever I hear or see such things relating to her. My fantasies start to flood my mind, adrenalin flows like a water fall making my cock pulse.
“I know your fantasy! I am going to gift you your fantasy today, it is a gift from my side to you on our marriage anniversary.” She paused. “But you have to give a commitment.”
At last I found something to say, “What?”
“It is going to be first and last time. You are not going to request something like this any more in our life time.”
“Why should I ask you again to do such a thing? My fantasy is getting fulfilled! I am never ever going to talk about my fantasies anymore.”
She smiled. But this time her smile was week, not a confident smile as before. She has started to feel nervous in anticipation of the fair.
I continued after a pause, “I will not be by your side. I will always keep a distance from you. It should look as if you have come alone.”
She again smiled uneasily, “Ok, Whatever you want today I will do like that. . . Pretending alone woman!” She added anxiously trying to bring to my attention that we should be together. “It is dangerous.”
I know it is dangerous. But it is one of my dream fantasies. I also know she will do this only for once. It is an opportunity for today only. I cannot let it slip out of my hand, how much dangerous it may be.
Before she change her mind I said, “I will be nearby and jump in if things get out of hand.”
I was in a position of a starving man. I was like a man who for months is not getting proper food to eat, then suddenly somebody offers him, ‘You can eat as much Biriyani as you can but only for once.’ What will he do? He will stuff himself with as much possible Biriyani as he can eat--Till a limit where he is about to vomit. It may be he is so full he cannot breathe after eating, but he will eat.
It is not a fair for alone woman. Even also for a small group of women who goes there without any male. Many come with faith to attend the fair and pull the Rath and many go there to get amused and hunt bob and ass. Over the years it has become an unwritten rule that a woman married/unmarried coming alone to this fair without accompanied by any male partner is free to get touched and squeezed. If she tries to protest she will get a response, ‘You have come without a male, alone, so your intension is to get groped in the mela (fare). Why are you making a fuss?’ Even authorities share the same view. Single woman coming to this mela is a licentious and wonton woman, let her get groped and molested. No protection given to her.
Even coming with male partner or your family does not guaranty that women’s will not get groped. No woman gets untouched. So over the years this fair, especially after sunset, has got transformed more as a male dominated fair. Only a handful of women visit the fair after sunset accompanied by a group of men or family members.
Our local Rath Yeatra fair is held on a two kilometer long stretch of main road; leading to a park. Both side of the road is blocked so that no vehicle can travel through this stretch of road that day. Different kinds of stall are lined on both side of the road. Stalls selling plants and its peripherals. Stalls of different kind of food-From cheap golguppas and jalebis to expansive birianis. There would be stalls who are selling different kind of toys, some stalls selling plastic dolls. Some earthen pots. Some stalls will be staffed with earthen dolls. Crockery’s. Dresses. Bangles. You name anything you are going to get that in that fair. And the park holds the amusement rides.
At day time women flock in the fair they roam from stall to stall buying things of need, things for amusement. Eating and amusing themselves from the rides. But as sun sets and Rath stars to get pulled the hunters start to swarm the mela. It is time for the alone woman or small groups women to leave. Only daring, auspicious, and wanton woman stay. Obviously woman partnered with their husbands and women’s accompanied by family members will also be seen.
To be continued...........
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