07-11-2022, 03:22 PM
All the men have a good time with Purva.
As they continued to chatter and drink their whiskey, Purva was feeling out of place. She did not have any context on their gossip and they all seemed into it, the usual brotherly love. Of course, Purva’s presence was acknowledged only by the lustful stares of all the guests in between their chatter. She was sitting on Mushtaq’s lap with her head resting on her husband’s chest. She was feeling as womanly as possible with the current setup as it was. Mushtaq was nonchalantly playing with her nipples with his one hand while consuming chicken and whiskey with the other, as he enjoyed the brotherly chatter with his friends. She was indeed reduced to her true self, an object of utmost desire and lust, all packed in one nude gaudy package. She of course, did not want others to think that she wasn’t really enjoying, so she pleasantly smiled along whenever the guys laughed out loud. “Murgha khayegi raand?”, her husband asked her with love while still mauling at her tits. “Nhi ji, aap log kha lijiye, mein baad me khaungi…aap logon ko kam nhi padhni chahiye na…”, she replied. “Arre bhabhi, aise kya baat hui…hum kha lenge, tu bhi kha le humare saath…”, said Sajid. Mushtaq too asked her to eat as she wished, but purva was adamant that she would eat later and that the chicken was only cooked for the guests and her husband for the party. She said, “daaru k saath chicken achha rahega Sajid ji, aap log maze lijiye, mein baad me kuch kha lungi…”. All the others smiled pleasantly at purva for her kind words while still lusting at her exposed body parts. Mushtaq said, “achha, chal yeh toh tu khatam kar…”, as he passed the piece of chicken with the bone that he had almost completed and proceeded to feed it to Purva with the left hand that was till now enjoying his wife’s tits. Like a loyal wife, Purva continued to eat off the remaining piece that her husband fed to her. It was of course, very humiliating for her to do that especially in front of the guests but she knew Mushtaq wanted to do it. She felt good with way Mushtaq satisfied his kinks. “Achhe se baithna randi…koi dikkat nhi”, he said as he spread her legs slightly in front of the guests so that they could get an unobstructed view of her bald vagina. It was clear that Mushtaq loved to treat his wife as a piece of meat, humiliating her in front of his friends. The latest being feeding her with the pieces of meat that had already been finished by her husband. As they continued the chatter on all the slum gossip, Mushtaq continued to do the deed of feeding her the left over piece of chicken to his dear wife, until she had sucked the silly thing dry. The part that Purva felt really humiliating was that he would continue to play with her boobs with the same hand while he ate the new piece with his right hand. He would then use the left hand to feed her and so it continued. Purva was feeling very hot with the humiliation that she was subjected to right in front of everyone. Her boobs were now being covered chicken gravy as he fed his wife the remnant chicken pieces that hardly had any meat on them and used the same hand to lust over her boobs. This was of course acknowledged by the guests as they would glance over her boobs and see them being decorated with the chicken. They couldn’t help but laugh slightly with amusement as Mushtaq continued the act repeatedly. Purva was really beginning to like this humiliating experience as the guests received perverted pleasure in seeing the urban housewife reduced to a piece of trash whore. Purva made sure the plates were replenished with chicken as the guests took to enjoying the evening with booze and cards. After the chicken was over, the guests and Mushtaq proceeded to wash their hands. Purva had the urge to ask her husband’s permission to wash her boobs off the chicken that Mushtaq had perversely applied on her tits while mauling her, but thought the better of it. He would probably let her know if he wanted her to wash them, she thought.
They seemed to take a break after that and got back to gossip. Seeing Purva was again getting bored due to the gossip unknown to her and also because he wanted to watch it, Kabul said, “Sajid bhayya, Mushtaq ji aur bhabhi ka shaadi ka video dekhenge na abhi…”. Sajid said, “arre haan, woh toh mein bhool hi gya, sorry bhabhi…”. Purva was excited to watch the video herself, and she also knew how the others wanted to watch it, although she was sure they had already seen it earlier. She was sure all of her was perfectly recorded by the cameramen, who recorded their marriage. Sajid made the arrangements to play the CD in the player that he had brought over from Javed, the local film-maker and camera guy. Once again, purva settled onto Mushtaq’s lap who nonchalantly kept running his hands all over Purva’s nude form while the guests heartily looked on. The video started and all of them were in a jolly mood. Of course, the guys were all very tipsy from the whiskey and she could sense it even in Mushtaq, who was starting to maul her tits roughly. The guys too loosened their tongues a little bit as the whiskey made them feel less shy and more horny in Purva’s nude and humiliated presence. They all clapped when Purva had changed into the transparent burkha in the video and Purva reacted with happy smiles. She certainly loved the moment when it happened and the moment that was now. She felt she was lucky to have experienced such naughty and erotic pleasures. The video was of course focused entirely on Purva once she was in the transparent burkha and nothing underneath. As the video moved to the part where Purva was dancing solo on one of the fast beat bhojpuri songs, one could not live without appreciating the movement of her huge boobs and ass. It seemed like one camera had recorded her front, while one her back as the video alternated between both the angles. Her boobs were jumping in all possible directions from the awkward dance movements that Purva demonstrated to one and all. Pervez, one of Sajid’s nephews said, “bhabhi, tu kabhi bra ya panty mat pehnna, tujhe suit hi nhi karta woh sab”, he said beaming with laughter. Sajid said, “arre ab toh bra aur panty kya, Mushtaq bhai isse kuch bhi nhi pehnne dega…“. Saying so, all the men joined in on happy laughter as Purva became red with happy embarrassment. Mushtaq looked at purva as they exchanged happy smiles with each other. Holding her boobs tightly, Mushtaq proceeded to put a rough lip kiss to his dear wife who was still on his lap with her head resting on her hubby’s chest. Seeing them, Sajid said, “Mushtaq bhai lag rha hai, ab jald hi hume bahar nikaal denge…hahaha”. The video ended with the last image being that of Mushtaq carrying Purva on his shoulder to Salim’s garage for their first night. The video was perfect Purva thought, and she was sure it was edited well enough so that Purva was completely covered in the video. She said, “Sajid ji, yeh cd hume de do na…mein aur Mushtaq ji baad me dekhenge”. Sajid of course said, “haan kyun nhi bhabhi, rakh lo aap ke paas…yeh cd player bhi baad me de dena, koi dikkat nhi hai”.
As they continued to chatter and drink their whiskey, Purva was feeling out of place. She did not have any context on their gossip and they all seemed into it, the usual brotherly love. Of course, Purva’s presence was acknowledged only by the lustful stares of all the guests in between their chatter. She was sitting on Mushtaq’s lap with her head resting on her husband’s chest. She was feeling as womanly as possible with the current setup as it was. Mushtaq was nonchalantly playing with her nipples with his one hand while consuming chicken and whiskey with the other, as he enjoyed the brotherly chatter with his friends. She was indeed reduced to her true self, an object of utmost desire and lust, all packed in one nude gaudy package. She of course, did not want others to think that she wasn’t really enjoying, so she pleasantly smiled along whenever the guys laughed out loud. “Murgha khayegi raand?”, her husband asked her with love while still mauling at her tits. “Nhi ji, aap log kha lijiye, mein baad me khaungi…aap logon ko kam nhi padhni chahiye na…”, she replied. “Arre bhabhi, aise kya baat hui…hum kha lenge, tu bhi kha le humare saath…”, said Sajid. Mushtaq too asked her to eat as she wished, but purva was adamant that she would eat later and that the chicken was only cooked for the guests and her husband for the party. She said, “daaru k saath chicken achha rahega Sajid ji, aap log maze lijiye, mein baad me kuch kha lungi…”. All the others smiled pleasantly at purva for her kind words while still lusting at her exposed body parts. Mushtaq said, “achha, chal yeh toh tu khatam kar…”, as he passed the piece of chicken with the bone that he had almost completed and proceeded to feed it to Purva with the left hand that was till now enjoying his wife’s tits. Like a loyal wife, Purva continued to eat off the remaining piece that her husband fed to her. It was of course, very humiliating for her to do that especially in front of the guests but she knew Mushtaq wanted to do it. She felt good with way Mushtaq satisfied his kinks. “Achhe se baithna randi…koi dikkat nhi”, he said as he spread her legs slightly in front of the guests so that they could get an unobstructed view of her bald vagina. It was clear that Mushtaq loved to treat his wife as a piece of meat, humiliating her in front of his friends. The latest being feeding her with the pieces of meat that had already been finished by her husband. As they continued the chatter on all the slum gossip, Mushtaq continued to do the deed of feeding her the left over piece of chicken to his dear wife, until she had sucked the silly thing dry. The part that Purva felt really humiliating was that he would continue to play with her boobs with the same hand while he ate the new piece with his right hand. He would then use the left hand to feed her and so it continued. Purva was feeling very hot with the humiliation that she was subjected to right in front of everyone. Her boobs were now being covered chicken gravy as he fed his wife the remnant chicken pieces that hardly had any meat on them and used the same hand to lust over her boobs. This was of course acknowledged by the guests as they would glance over her boobs and see them being decorated with the chicken. They couldn’t help but laugh slightly with amusement as Mushtaq continued the act repeatedly. Purva was really beginning to like this humiliating experience as the guests received perverted pleasure in seeing the urban housewife reduced to a piece of trash whore. Purva made sure the plates were replenished with chicken as the guests took to enjoying the evening with booze and cards. After the chicken was over, the guests and Mushtaq proceeded to wash their hands. Purva had the urge to ask her husband’s permission to wash her boobs off the chicken that Mushtaq had perversely applied on her tits while mauling her, but thought the better of it. He would probably let her know if he wanted her to wash them, she thought.
They seemed to take a break after that and got back to gossip. Seeing Purva was again getting bored due to the gossip unknown to her and also because he wanted to watch it, Kabul said, “Sajid bhayya, Mushtaq ji aur bhabhi ka shaadi ka video dekhenge na abhi…”. Sajid said, “arre haan, woh toh mein bhool hi gya, sorry bhabhi…”. Purva was excited to watch the video herself, and she also knew how the others wanted to watch it, although she was sure they had already seen it earlier. She was sure all of her was perfectly recorded by the cameramen, who recorded their marriage. Sajid made the arrangements to play the CD in the player that he had brought over from Javed, the local film-maker and camera guy. Once again, purva settled onto Mushtaq’s lap who nonchalantly kept running his hands all over Purva’s nude form while the guests heartily looked on. The video started and all of them were in a jolly mood. Of course, the guys were all very tipsy from the whiskey and she could sense it even in Mushtaq, who was starting to maul her tits roughly. The guys too loosened their tongues a little bit as the whiskey made them feel less shy and more horny in Purva’s nude and humiliated presence. They all clapped when Purva had changed into the transparent burkha in the video and Purva reacted with happy smiles. She certainly loved the moment when it happened and the moment that was now. She felt she was lucky to have experienced such naughty and erotic pleasures. The video was of course focused entirely on Purva once she was in the transparent burkha and nothing underneath. As the video moved to the part where Purva was dancing solo on one of the fast beat bhojpuri songs, one could not live without appreciating the movement of her huge boobs and ass. It seemed like one camera had recorded her front, while one her back as the video alternated between both the angles. Her boobs were jumping in all possible directions from the awkward dance movements that Purva demonstrated to one and all. Pervez, one of Sajid’s nephews said, “bhabhi, tu kabhi bra ya panty mat pehnna, tujhe suit hi nhi karta woh sab”, he said beaming with laughter. Sajid said, “arre ab toh bra aur panty kya, Mushtaq bhai isse kuch bhi nhi pehnne dega…“. Saying so, all the men joined in on happy laughter as Purva became red with happy embarrassment. Mushtaq looked at purva as they exchanged happy smiles with each other. Holding her boobs tightly, Mushtaq proceeded to put a rough lip kiss to his dear wife who was still on his lap with her head resting on her hubby’s chest. Seeing them, Sajid said, “Mushtaq bhai lag rha hai, ab jald hi hume bahar nikaal denge…hahaha”. The video ended with the last image being that of Mushtaq carrying Purva on his shoulder to Salim’s garage for their first night. The video was perfect Purva thought, and she was sure it was edited well enough so that Purva was completely covered in the video. She said, “Sajid ji, yeh cd hume de do na…mein aur Mushtaq ji baad me dekhenge”. Sajid of course said, “haan kyun nhi bhabhi, rakh lo aap ke paas…yeh cd player bhi baad me de dena, koi dikkat nhi hai”.
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