Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Before he could even react properly, I hugged him and almost carried to bed making him lie down over my body. For the first time I tool his lips inside mine and kissed him deep. Nandu also kissed me in return, but of course, they were still childish. I sucked his lips time and again and probed my tongue inside his mouth and sucked his tongue also. With my husband I really do not get this opportunity as when he kisses me he takes the lead role and most times I get crippled as he simultaneously either squeezes my boob or grabs my gaand. But here Nandu being a novice I was able to kiss him for long and really enjoyed that. Then I picked his erect tool and guided it in my lovespot. I could feel his rod thrust deep in me in one quick motion. Though my vaginal path was not as wet as it should be for any other normal woman, Nandu’s stiff lund was able to pop through my hole. And once it was in, he started to conquer me. His dick went half way through my slippery pussy and in the next forceful bang it made its way through fully. Nandu held both my tits and squeezed them and tweaked my nipples in turn while he moved his tool in and out in rhythmic fashion.

I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed deeper and deeper by this class XI young lad. He thrust his tool in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower, while his hands were not still even for a moment, either playing with my tits, or squeezing them, or tweaking my taut nipples, or fingering my navel. I was shouting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as I felt the mounting great orgasm inside me – after so many days – after such ignornce from my husband!

Me: Aaaa… Aaaa… Aaaaa…. Please don’t stop Nandu…. Just don’t stop!

I continued to scream loudly as he thrusted inside me each time. My vaginal muscles were trying to cramp his cock, but unfortunately my path was much wider for his slim-sized cock. Since I was married for so long and having intercourse over years with Manohar, my vaginal path had grew wider and muscles there have slackened; so surely I was not getting that tight feeling with Nandu’s young cock, but still it was a very engrossing experience. Nandu also did not feel that pain, which he would normally get fucking a virgin girl. Still his face depicted that he was absorbed in his activity. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shuddered very violently following that. Looking right into Nandu’s face I continued to shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream.

Me: Ahhhhhhhh…… hhhhhhhhhh……Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii!

It was not possible for this young lad to take in any more and he let out a loud groan and within the next couple of thrusts his body arched in a bow-like-shape and he exploded inside me and my whole pussy was filled with his warm juice.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

It was so satisfying! There was no alternative to satisfy oneself other than a fuck for any married woman. I could feel Nandu’s cock getting out of my pussy losing its resilient status. Nandu now lay on top of my body totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to cherish these very satisfying moments, though the uncomfortable part also remained for me, as I did not get the adequate discharge, which made me feel incomplete from the inside.

I do not know how long I was lying like that with closed eyes. Nandu got off me and went to the toilet and cleaned himself. I was still lying on my bed with my legs widely apart in a complete naked state. My pussy lips and pussy hair displayed shamelessly with Nandu’s juices still coming out of my pussy hole.

Nandu: Mausi, mausi! Get up and… err I mean wear something!

Me: Huh! Oh! Y-e-s.

Nandu: I mean if mausa-ji comes back…

I regained my senses immediately hearing the word “mausa-ji” from his mouth and involuntarily my right hand covered my bare tits. I got up though my pussy was aching significantly now. I remembered my doctor’s advice not to engage in sex for the next few days, which I violated today. Nandu was standing close to me and must be enjoying my stripped condition. I don’t know why I suddenly started to feel ashamed; probably my natural instincts were taking up control. I covered my freely hanging boobs with both hands and stood up. I looked at the mirror, which was at the bedside and blushed vigorously seeing me in that state. Nandu probably could even see my skin pores! I walked naked towards the toilet shamelessly and Nandu obviously was gaping at me. My boobs were swaying sexily with each step and I was rather undecided what to cover – my pussy, or my huge gaand, or my twin peaks!

Day #5 & Day #6
I took my time to regroup myself after that shameless session with Nandu, who was almost like my son. I was unable to make eye contact with Nandu and it seemed every time he was looking at me, he could see me nude through my clothes. I was unable to forget my shameless acts and that he had seen me in a completely stripped condition for a significant period of time. Fortunately, now-a-days I do not ‘meet’ with my husband on bed at all, otherwise would have had a very tough time explaining him how I got that nail mark on my right nipple. Manohar never got a clue what was happening behind his back! Indeed I was feeling very guilty every time I was looking at my husband’s eyes. Nandu also seemed to have been coiled in within himself after experiencing the joy of his first fuck.

Day #7
Today evening Nandu would leave for his home and I wanted to bid him goodbye in my own way. I was not getting the chance as Manohar was at home, but I got the opportunity later in the day when he was out for a short while for some reason. Nandu was in his room and I went there.

Me: Nandu!

Nandu: Y… yes mausi?

I collected all my strength and looked straight at his eyes. Nandu could not face that and lowered his eyes.

Me: Beta, whatever happened that day must remain strictly confidential. Keep that in mind. Under no circumstances you would discuss or share that with anybody. Promise?

Nandu: I know that mausi. You can trust me.

Me: Good. Before you leave…

Nandu: Can I come… I mean mausi, can I come close to you once?

Me: One minute. Nandu you must also promise that this would be the last time and henceforth we will again share our old relationship...

Nandu: Okay mausi, I promise. This will be the last time.

I looked at his eyes and indicated him to come near me. Frankly I was also desirous to hug him once before he leaves for his home. The next few minutes we were in each other’s arms and Nandu felt every inch of my curvaceous body with his hands and I also kissed him vehemently. As Nandu’s hands pressed and squeezed my blouse-covered boobs, my lips were taking the taste of his lips; while his hands were feeling the size of my ample hips, I was pressing my big boobs on his flat chest; while his hands rested squarely on my fleshy hips feeling its roundedness, my hands searched for his cock under his pajama and stroked it. Unfortunately, things were heating up again. Nandu probably realized as he was cupping my ass over my sari that I was not wearing a panty below and his next action rang alarm bells in my mind.

Nandu was slowly pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and I could clearly figure out his desire to caress my naked buttocks. Though honestly I would also love to be touched that way, but I had to draw the line.


Me: Nandu! No. Don’t do that. Please.

Nandu: Mausi… please. One last time! I will not bother you from tomorrow!

Me: Nandu, I know that, but... Hey! No, no… S-t-o-p!

Before I could react properly in one swift action he was able to bunch up my sari and petticoat way up exposing till my thighs. As his cold hands touched my naked warm thighs I realized I was getting weak.

Me: Nandu, don’t do it. Please! Your… your mausa-ji will be back any moment.

By the time I could complete the sentence I could feel my huge gaand was fully uncovered by this boy. He hiked up my sari well over my waist and started squeezing my tight ass. I also shamelessly succumbed to his moves and hugged him tight to my body. Nandu now left my sari and it dropped retrieving some respect for me though his hands remained on my naked ass underneath my sari. He was pinching my ass, pressing and squashing my tight butt cheeks with both hands. This went on for some more moments and after he was fully satisfied with my gaand pressing, he took out his hands from my buttocks. Nandu was quite stimulated by that time as I could feel his hard lund under his pajama.

Nandu then hugged and started kissing my cheeks with a rejuvenated effort and he was pushing me so hard that I could not keep my balance and had to step back and almost fall on his bed. Nandu virtually pushed me on to his bed and as I sat on it he threw off my pallu off my shoulders. I tried to caution him, but it was too late.

Me: Nandu, behave yourself!

He was like a man-eater now, who had tasted blood once. He jumped on my twin boobs and grabbed them with both hands over my blouse and bra. I could clearly perceive the extra force in his moves and his actions today was so very definitive! I apprehended that he would definitely strip me now and I tried to stop him by holding his hands, but he seemed to be determined to disrobe me.

Me: Stop! Please…

My resistance was too feeble and he was trying to pull up my blouse and bra over my tight boobs.

Me: Nandu… Nandu, this way you will… you will tear my blouse!

But hardly did my reactions reached him and seeing that he was unable to open my blouse hooks quickly, the rascal simply put his hand right inside my blouse and grabbed my luscious mango. His facial expressions had changed and he looked very rough and compulsive. Though I was struggling hard to get myself free from his clutches he managed to pull out my left boob from my blouse! As soon I got the feel of his hand on my naked breast, my struggle lost some mileage and he took full advantage of that and in no time was able to pull out my right breast also over my blouse. I simply looked like a slut sitting like that on the edge of the bed!

Once he succeeded in making both my mammaries exposed over my dress, he took a respite and gaped very offensively at my twin peaks. In spite of being stimulated by his touches, I was feeling very dishonored and could not digest this rapist-like behavior from Nandu and slapped him hard.

Me: What do you think you are doing? You numbskull!

As I slapped and rebuked him, I tried to cover my boobs with my hands, but to my utter surprise Nandu just forcefully held my arms and pushed me to lie down on the bed against my will. In the span of a couple of days Nandu seemed to be a changed person! To my sheer disbelief, he just ignored my slap and was trying to pin me down! The innocence from his face had entirely disappeared!

Me: Nandu, you are crossing the limit! What sort of behavior is this?

Nandu did not care to reply to me and neither did he stop his lewd aggression. He held my arms firmly and was sniffing my chest area and was trying to lick my exposed nipples as I struggled to save my dignity.

Me: Nandu, don’t do this! Please! I am your mausi afterall!

Nandu: Just once mausi… one last time!

Me: What one last time?

Nandu: I want to… want to fuck you mausi! You are so sexy!

I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! My head was as if spinning. Was he the same innocent obedient Nandu whom I had toyed with last few days? I could not digest the fact that a young boy like Nandu was trying to take control over me! Before I could regain my composure he held my outstretched arms in one hand and took his free hand towards my waist and started pulling up my sari from over my legs. My feeling at that time was a very strange mixed one – it was a jumble up of my sexual desire and saving my self-respect. It was like getting molested in my own house!

Me: Nandu… please don’t! No… no… Stop it!

I exclaimed but to no effect! I was struggling to get up because my position was very vulnerable and Nandu was in full control as he was right on top of me. Nandu released my hands and thrusted my head back on the bed and tried to kiss my lips. I was trying my best to evade him now, but he suddenly twisted my stiff swollen right nipple so hard that I screamed out and he was smart enough to utilize the opportunity and sunk his teeth deep into my lower lips. He made me rather horny by this double action and with his other hand when he grabbed my left boob, it was difficult to maintain the struggle that I had been doing.

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I was groaning sighs of ecstasy though I still very offended by Nandu’s rough behavior.

Nandu: O mausi… you are so s-w-e-e-t! Aaah!

Realizing that I had started to response feebly to his lewd touches, he began to massage by naked tits more aggressively twisting my black nipples time and again with his fingers. Simultaneously he was pressing his erect tool on my pussy over my sari.

Nandu: Sorry mausi, but I was unable to keep myself in check seeing you. You are the most sexy woman of the world mausi… Are you still angry with me?

He kissed my thick cheek and looked straight in my eyes. I was a bit soft now hearing his “sorry” and started enjoying his loving touches.

Nandu: Just see… he cannot wait any long!

Saying that he pressed my pussy area with his crotch making me feel his hard lund there.

Me: Huh!

I tried to show that I was still angry, but then the very next moment what he did made me succumb to his doing. Nandu suddenly released me and got off my body and in one swift action he opened his pajama string and took out his hot dick and placed it right in front of my mouth. Like any married woman, I could not resist myself seeing his heard, erect tool and readily grabbed it forgetting everything!

Me: Ulssssssss…. Ulssssssss…. Chhhhhhhhh…. Ummmm…..

I was creating all sorts of sexy sounds as I sucked his dick lying on the bed. Nandu also was enjoying thoroughly as he had closed his eyes.

Suddenly…

“Ding Dong!” “Ding Dong!”

The doorbell was ringing. Was Manohar back? But that was unlikely because he should at least take half an hour to 45 minutes. Or it was someone else? We both quickly got up and tried to look decent. I pulled down my sari to cover my legs and mammaries and Nandu was busy tying his pajama. Nandu hurriedly went to the window and tried to see from the side who it was.

Nandu: Mausi, its mausa-ji!

Me: O my God! What to do?

Nandu: Don’t panic mausi! I will open the door and you go to the toilet and dress up.

Me: Right.

I almost ran to my room and got inside the toilet as my boobs were still out of my blouse and bra. I heard Nandu open the door. Manohar had some good reasons to get back early and that was indeed a narrow escape. Nandu departed in the evening and I did hug him very normally (as my husband was present there) before he left in the auto-rickshaw for station with Manohar. That was the end of my sexy escapades with my sister’s son, Nandu.

#### <<End of Narration of Sunita Bhabie >>

Sunita Bhabie was looking blankly at the ceiling. I could comprehend her mental state and gently held her arm. She smiled dryly at me and ended her drink with a deep sigh. I could hear the boys coming to the balcony and alerted Bhabie. In a moment, Manohar Uncle, Rajesh, and Ritesh appeared in the hotel verandah with their respective drinks.

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So guys the focus seems to be back on Anita.... Let's hope we all get the next update pretty soon.....

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to
Rampur. Guru-ji’s ashram was situated here, a small village, which was surrounded by mountains on all the sides. There was a big pond with very
Sanjeev: Madam, please answer to my questions honestly. And Madam one thing please do not feel shy here and don’t be introvert because you
Next Monday, I went out with my mother-in-law again for Rampur to Guru-ji’s ashram. In my bag I practically took nothing, as Guru-ji’s disciple
Sanjeev: But still Madam, I have to check. Don’t be shy here. I will be with you throughout your stay here.
Me: Okay, as you wish.
I gained composure by that time and thought Sanjeev’s idea was better as I need a change of my dress as I had sweated a lot. Before I could
Sanjeev looked at me with a smiling face as I came out through the toilet door. There was a step from the toilet towards the room and when I
I could not complete as Nirmal interrupted in between.
He paused very briefly looking at my eyes, but his eyeballs roaming frequently on my whole body.
The diksha room was somewhat bigger than the room I was staying. There were pictures of various gods and goddesses. There was a throne
My heart was beating fast hearing such a question. I was stuttering and searching for words.
got out of my sari, but was feeling very clumsy in that intense illumination, it was like bathing in open daylight. I unbuttoned my blouse and my
Knock! Knock!
Nirmal’s eyes as if lit up! He probably thought my twin mangoes would be a more enjoyable sight for him rather than my pumpkin ass.
Nirmal: Okay Madam. You can change in my absence and by that time I will bring you the dinner.
Nirmal: Madam, you take your dinner and I will sit here.
“Madam, Madam!”
Closing the door, we went ahead to Guru-ji. As Meenakshi walked in front of me I appreciated in my mind even being a female of her heavily
Guru-ji: Sorry Anita to keep you standing. I hope you are feeling much better now getting back your undergarments.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rajesh: What are you two doing here for so long? Eh? Are you not d… done y… yet? But it was great fun y-a-a-r! You… you missed it.

I noticed that Rajesh had a pretty unsteady gait and so was Manohar Uncle. They seemed to be drunk to the brim. Ritesh was holding on to Manohar Uncle so that he did not fall!

Me: Thank God that you are over and done with! Lets order for dinner then.

Rajesh: O… Okay.

Manohar Uncle: Sure An… Anita!

None of the males except Ritesh was in a decent state. I ordered to room service and we completed dinner somehow as Manohar Uncle was totally ‘out’ and Rajesh was also heavily drunk.

Rajesh: O-k-a-y! Good night e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y! Where is my darling wife? Eh?

Rajesh was simply not in his senses. He hugged me in front of all and started brushing his face on my face and I felt so awkward.

Me: Oh! Come on! Behave properly!

But he continued to embrace me tightly and was about to walk. I felt so ashamed in that position especially in front of Sunita Bhabie and Manohar Uncle that I turned red instantly.

Manohar Uncle: Wah Be… Beta! Where is my b-u-l-b-u-l?

Saying that he turned towards Bhabie, but his condition was so miserable that he stumbled and almost fall hitting the table. Ritesh was close enough to take care of him, otherwise Uncle surely would have hurt him.

Sunita Bhabie: Stop this rubbish and go to bed.

Ritesh: Bhabie, you go and prepare the bed. Will take care of Uncle.

Sunita Bhabie: Okay. And Rajesh, you also keep your mouth shut and go to bed. Anita, just come over once when you are done with.

Saying that she went towards her room and Rajesh and myself followed suit. As we walked Rajesh gave his full body weight onto me due to his drunken state and I had a tough time guiding him through the corridor. He was singing some weird tune and at intervals speaking slang. As we entered our room, he was eager to drop down to bed. As he fell on bed, Rajesh pulled me alongside and I fell on his chest. He hugged me and started caressing and squeezing my tight round butts. Honestly I was already quite charged up listening to Bhabie’s personal life narratives and immediately started responding to his moves. But unfortunately Rajesh was rather heavily drunk and soon he began to merely fumble on the curves of my body.

Me: Oho! What are you doing dear! Hold me properly.

Rajesh: Hu…Huh! Ya….

He was trying to kiss me, but the odor coming from his mouth was so repulsive that I avoided the kiss. He did not have the strength to force me and his lips were sagging and I could realize his grip on me was also slipping. Though I felt hot inside, but seeing his condition I allowed him to doze off. I got up from the bed and adjusted my clothes and went to the toilet. I voided, washed my face, and changed to my nighty. I needed to go to Bhabie’s room once, as she had called me, hence just wrapped the housecoat over my nighty so that I looked decent.

As I was about to enter Sunita Bhabie’ room, I could hear Ritesh’s voice inside. I was instantly curious.

Ritesh: Okay, then I have done my duty Bhabie, now you take care of your treasure! Ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: My sleeping beauty!

Now I carefully peeped inside the room through the curtain and could see Manohar Uncle lying flat on the bed, snoring, and Bhabie was talking to Ritesh standing on one side of the bed while Ritesh stood on the other.

Sunita Bhabie: By the way, how many pegs did he consume?

Ritesh: Six plus Bhabie!

Sunita Bhabie: My goodness!

Ritesh: Uncle is a true barrel! Ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: Huh!

Ritesh: Oho! One thing Bhabie, can I just have a quick shower here? Actually the tap in my toilet….

Sunita Bhabie: Why? What’s the problem?

Ritesh: I don’t know, but I found water is only trickling out of the tap of the shower at the top.

Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Okay, no issues! You can go for a bath right away if you like.

Ritesh: Thanks Bhabie. I will not take long.

Sunita Bhabie: I also need to change. Its pretty hot today, isn’t it?

Ritesh: I think you must be feeling the heat of the vodka you have consumed. Ha ha…

I was still standing at the edge of the door behind the curtain, but was getting tensed because if any of the passing housekeeping staffs sees me, it would be very odd. But at the same time I was also not very keen to go inside immediately, as I was rather eager to uncover the chemistry between Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie. So I took my chances and continued to eavesdrop them.

Sunita Bhabie: Will you wait a second Ritesh? Then I can change…

Ritesh: Sure Bhabie.

I saw Sunita Bhabie went to one corner of the room, opened the wardrobe, and took a blue nighty and went inside the toilet to change. The scene was itself suggestive for any male, who was already drunk, to see a plump matured woman going to the toilet with a nighty in her hand to change while her hubby was snoring. Ritesh sat on the bed and was looking at the closed door of the toilet while he lit up a cigarette. Then he looked for a moment towards the door where I was standing. My heartbeat as if stopped. But thankfully he did not concentrate there and of course could not locate me as I was behind the curtains.

He then stood up and very crudely adjusted his dick within his undies over his pant and just laid back on the bed with Manohar Uncle sleeping just inches away. My heart was beating fast and I had begun to perspire in unknown excitement. I quickly checked the corridor; there was no one.

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, you can go now.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bhabie came out of the toilet. She was dressed in her nighty, but to my utter surprise she was wearing one of those sleeveless ones, but without the housecoat! These nighties cannot be worn in front of outsiders as the whole hands along with a lot of upper breast area remains exposed. I was surprised to see Sunita Bhabie coming out in front of him just wearing that; the intoxication must have taken its effect on Bhabie. As she came near the bed and stood under the light, I could clearly see her bra and panty lines also through the thin blue fabric of her nighty. I noticed Ritesh was ogling Bhabie from his lying position.

Sunita Bhabie: What happened? Go for your bath?

Ritesh: Aaah! I feel like sleeping here…

Sunita Bhabie: Great! So you sleep with your uncle here and if you wake up in the interim, just open your bottle again… Huh! I can then have a peaceful sleep in your room!

Ritesh: Ha ha ha… And if in the middle of the night uncle starts hugging me thinking that it is you, who will take care of me? Ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: He he he… very funny! Just shut up and go for the bath… come on… come on… get up!

She now went near the bed and tried to pull Ritesh up. As Sunita Bhabie bent she was presenting quite a sexy outlook of herself. A lot of her cleavage and boob flesh became evident over the nighty and Ritesh must have been thoroughly enjoying that from such close quarters, but what he did the next moment left me with a gaping mouth!

Bhabie was pulling him by his hand and Ritesh just ascended slightly from his lying position and then gave a jerk and Bhabie could not keep her balance and was all over him!

Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii….

She exclaimed as she fell on his body. Undoubtedly, the scene was a memorable one. Manohar Uncle was sleeping and right beside him his wife was lying on another male on the same bed!

Under normal circumstances surely Bhabie would have immediately dismounted herself from Ritesh’s body, but since both were intoxicated the course of events was slightly different. I saw Ritesh was smart enough to quickly embrace Bhabie with both hands and naturally Bhabie must have gotten instantly excited in this sexy posture with both her boobs pressing directly on his Ritesh’s flat chest.

Ritesh: Ooi maa! Someone s-a-v-e me!

Sunita Bhabie: You… you mischief! Am I so overweighed?

Ritesh: U-n-c-l-e, please get up and take care of your….

Sunita Bhabie: You… you naughty!

Ritesh: Hats off to you uncle! Hats off! Taking this load everyday… Ha ha ha…

They giggled aloud and I noticed all along Sunita Bhabie remained laid over him! She never tried to get up at all and her boobs remained tightly pressed on his chest all along and her fleshy sari-covered thighs on his legs. I myself started feeling hot and sweated merely seeing the scene!

Sunita Bhabie: Eii… Ritesh… I need to get up! I can’t remain like this!

Ritesh: Why? What’s the problem?

Sunita Bhabie: What?

Ritesh: Oh yes! Someone is definitely seeing you!

Sunita Bhabie: Wh… I mean who?

Bhabie was quite surprised, which also reflected in her voice and so was I. Did Ritesh notice me behind the curtains?

Ritesh: Arre! Uncle yaar! Your pujya pati-dev! He must be seeing you now in his dreams … Ho ho ho ho…

Sunita Bhabie: You… you… Just get up! Get up I say.

At last Bhabie disjointed herself from Ritesh and got up and was mockingly beating Ritesh and he also, as if fleeing, got out of the bed and ran towards the toilet. Sunita Bhabie looked incredibly sexy in that blue nighty chasing Ritesh with such a plump figure.

I waited for a while and decided to enter the room.

Bhabie was slightly taken aback seeing me right at that moment, but recovered very quickly and handed me over Rs. 600/- that she owed me. She was more that eager to send me back to my room and I also did not want to disturb her little naughty run with Ritesh. I bid her good night and went away. Though I took some steps through the corridor towards my room, so that Sunita Bhabie was absolutely sure that I was away, I turned back and again returned to her room in a minute’s time.

My luck!

The door was still open though the curtain was securely placed. I was extracting a queer excitement out of all what I was doing and I waited for a moment before I peeped in again. I could clearly hear my heartbeat doing this risky act. I peeped in, once more.

Sunita Bhabie: Are you d-o-n-e?

Ritesh: Yes Bhabie. Coming out in a second.

The very next moment I saw Ritesh coming out of the toilet wearing just a brief! I noticed Sunita Bhabie also was caught napping seeing him in that attire. Ritesh displayed what he wanted to show Bhabie probably in the best possible way. The bright red color of his brief made things more striking as his erect tool remained standing with its head up! Naturally Sunita Bhabie could not overlook that and she also got attracted towards it. In fact, I was also attentively watching his stiff rod sticking out inside his underwear.

Ritesh: I hope you don’t mind Bhabie… me coming out like this… but can’t help it! My pant fall from the hook into the bucket.

Sunita Bhabie: No, no… it… its okay… what can you do…

I could see Bhabie’s lusty eyes roving around his brief. I saw her quickly adjusting her bra; she must be breathing heavily seeing Ritesh’s matured erect dick inside his undies.

Ritesh: I heard Anita’s voice… did she come here?

Sunita Bhabie: Ya… I mean yes, few moments back, I owe some money to her.

Ritesh: Oh! Then I better leave, if she comes back, it would look very odd… especially me standing like this.

Sunita Bhabie: No, no. She is gone. She won’t….

Sunita Bhabie could not complete her words as Manohar Uncle turned from one side to the other in his sleep. Ritesh and Bhabie as if froze seeing the movement of uncle on bed and obviously they were scared. Bhabie signaled Ritesh without making a noise to leave immediately and Ritesh also tiptoed towards the door placing his finger on his lips. Manohar Uncle was back to his original state and was snoring again.

Ritesh: Good night Bhabie.

Ritesh almost whispered.

Sunita Bhabie: Ei… one minute.

Bhabie crept towards Ritesh though constantly keeping an eye on his sleeping husband. I also realized that I had to make a move now.

But just then…

Sunita Bhabie came very close to Ritesh and to my utter disbelief she directly caught hold of his stiff cock poking inside his brief and whispered something in his ears. I was simply stunned at this very bold act from Bhabie. Ritesh also probably did not expect that as was evident from his body language and looked for a moment as if marooned. By the time he recovered and tried to grab Bhabie, she started pushing her towards the door. I had to depart from the scene otherwise would surely be caught now as Ritesh was very close to the door due to Bhabie’s pushing.

I quickly disappeared from the spot and hurriedly got into my room and shut the door. I was still wondering if Rajesh agreed to go to his room for sleep after this ‘hot’ action or did Sunita Bhabie accompanied him to his room! I did not have the courage to again peep into their rooms and hence that remained uncovered to me.

Rajesh was sleeping deeply. I took some time to normalize as I was panting doing this ‘peep act’ and was honestly still unable to deem my own eyes what I saw last! I went to bed undoing my inner wears and did not know how long I thought about Ritesh and Bhabie before I was dead to the world.

Next morning naturally we all arose late and of course started with recaps and laughs from last night at the breakfast table. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh were eager to visit the market once as next morning we would leave the pace. Sunita Bhabie and myself prepared to go to the beach with Ritesh. Today we decided that we would carry a set of dry clothes so that we don’t have to remain in our wet clothes for long after the bath. Yesterday we saw that there were changing rooms at the beach.

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As we had come early to the beach, the beach crowd was sparse. The day was also not too hot as a pleasant cold wind was there. We had coconuts from the beach side and strolled for a while on the sand.

Ritesh: Anita, today we will not take a bath in this part of the beach. There is a more beautiful spot just at a stone’s throw. Yesterday I discovered it.

Me: Really? Where is it?

Ritesh: We can go via rickshaw. Will hardly take 15-20 minutes.

Sunita Bhabie: That’s great to know.

Me: Lets push off then. The more delay we do here, the sun will beat down more strongly.

Ritesh: Right!

Ritesh went to the rickshaw stand and got one cycle-rickshaw for us and we sat on the main seat and Ritesh shared the puller’s seat. We reached the spot in about half an hour. Hence it was not that near as Ritesh initially told. Actually the beach had taken an inward turn and though this part of the beach was quite rugged the setting was nice.

Sunita Bhabie: Wow! The place looks so beautiful, especially with a hill at the backdrop.

Ritesh: I told you. It’s a very nice spot.

I also noted that rather strikingly the place was absolutely desolate. There was no one except the two rickshaw pullers and us. Moreover the beach was indeed rocky.

Me: But… but the beach seems to be too rocky. How can one bathe here?

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, people do bathe here. So many foreigners come here everyday. Just wait for a while, they will start coming after 11.

Ritesh: Go and have a look! I will finalize the rate for waiting with him.

We proceeded towards the beach while Ritesh talked to the rickshaw-puller. The scene was really nice with dark blue waters lapping the golden sand and the hill at the background was truly picturesque.

Ritesh: Lets go to the sea then.

We both turned back as Ritesh was there already and we saw the rickshaw-puller also following him with our carry bag.

Ritesh: He will wait till we finish bathing and will look after our clothes, camera, and sandals.

Sunita Bhabie: Bah! Great!

Me: But in any case there is one here. Who will steal those?

Ritesh: Still Anita, its better to be safeguarded. This is an unknown place for us. Isn’t it?

Sunita Bhabie: No, no Ritesh. You did the right thing. Good to have someone at guard.

We had to be careful while walking as there were so many pebbles and small pointed rocks mixed with sand on the beach. We almost reached the waters now and here the beach was comparatively clean and devoid of rocks. The rickshaw-puller also was there, standing just a little behind carrying the bag, which contained one salwar-kamiz of mine and a sari, petticoat, and blouse of Bhabie. We had taken an undergarment set also and the bag contained the camera too. Ritesh had not brought anything, as he believed he would get dry easily in the hot sun.

I took my chunri off my bust and handed it to Ritesh so that he could keep it in the packet. My tight boobs looked more evident now inside my kamiz without the chunri. Since the rickshaw-puller was standing pretty close, I felt a bit awkward. Ritesh also started stripping to his shorts, which he was wearing under his trousers.

Ritesh: Okay, you just wait here. Just keep a safe distance from water as the dry clothes are there in that packet.

Rickshaw-puller: Don’t worry Sahib. I will take care of your packet. But… but I think…

Ritesh: Do you mean to say anything?

Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! For Madam.

Saying that he indicated Bhabie.

Ritesh: What?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, the current is too high as the sea bends here. It’s a big risk to wear a sari while going to the sea.

Sunita Bhabie: We will not go deep. Will be there by the side only.

Rickshaw-puller: Still Madam you might lose balance due to the current. You are new here, you don’t know the current.

Bhabie and me looked at each other. We were slightly concerned hearing about the water current.

Ritesh: Bhabie, what to do?

Sunita Bhabie: What do you suggest?

Ritesh: See Bhabie, afterall he is a local and knows the sea much better than us.

Sunita Bhabie: But… but I have not brought a salwar-kamiz with me.

Ritesh: Bhabie, lets not get too verbatim on what he says…

Bhabie looked questionably at Ritesh.

Ritesh: You don’t have to change to a salwar-kamiz. Yes it will be difficult to manage the sari in the current. You can just leave the sari here.

Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? You mean… err… I will go in my petticoat and blouse?

Ritesh: Yes.

Sunita Bhabie: But… but how can I…

Ritesh: Bhabie… this is a very safe place. Even if you try very hard, you will not find a single person here.

Sunita Bhabie: That’s okay, but…

Rickshaw-puller: This is not a well known spot to the tourists. No one comes here Madam except the foreigners. They also come at around noontime.

The situation was getting rather clumsy. Two males were encouraging a married 40+ woman to take off her sari and go for the bath assuring no one would see her here!

Rickshaw-puller: Madam anything clinging to the feet can create trouble in that current.

Ritesh: Right you are. Bhabie lets not take chances here. Leave your sari with him.

Sunita Bhabie: O… okay, as you say.

Saying that Bhabie just turned away from us and started opening her sari. It looked extremely odd for a woman as plump as Sunita Bhabie undoing her sari standing in broad daylight and that too in front of two males simply ogling at her, especially the rickshaw-puller. His eyes as if popped out seeing Bhabie’s curvaceous back and her huge gaand. As she turned towards us she looked rather appealing, as her tight round boobs were very prominent encased in her blouse. Bhabie’s butter-colored cleavage was also visible, which gave her a hot look. Bhabie handed over her sari to the rickshaw-puller who took it with a smiling face.

Ritesh: Bhabie you look great!

Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up!

Bhabie was trying to adjust her blouse to cover her exposed cleavage, but it was an impossible task. Just then I glanced at her waist and was shocked. Before signaling anything to Bhabie I looked at the rickshaw-puller from the corner of my eyes to see if he had noticed that. And to my utter shock I saw he was seeing that only! I could clearly make out the dirty stare from this low class person.

What I was seeing, the rickshaw-puller was also eyeing that!

Actually Bhabie had rotated the knot tying spot of her petticoat to her right left side. We women who wears sari on a regular basis often follow this practice just to feel at ease, because sometimes when we are not wearing a panty and had opened our sari, the petticoat slit actually exposes our pussy and the pubic hairs. Hence if we just turn the petticoat and tie the knot to a side, the feeling is more secure. Sunita Bhabie also had done that, but now her red-colored panty was clearly visible from the side through her petticoat slit! Bhabie was of course unaware of that and was offering a very sexy view to that low class rickshaw-puller.

We all started walking towards the waters and I elbowed Bhabie and indicated about her petticoat slit. She adjusted it quickly as we walked and looked decent.

Ritesh: This area is clear is more or less clear of rocks and pebbles. What do you say Anita?

Me: Yes… seems okay.

As we entered the water, we could easily perceive the current. We held each other tightly as the sea started sluicing our feet. Though the sea appeared calm, but there was a rapid undercurrent. Sunita Bhabie was in the middle amongst us and already I could sense they were inclining towards each other in the literal sense of the term.

Bhabie and myself were making all sorts of screeches, yells, and squeals as Ritesh pulled us more and more into the sea. Ritesh appeared to be a cool customer handling both of us. Ritesh suddenly left our hands and started sprinkling waters from the sea on us. And it was not a casual approach, but he seriously started to drench our upper parts. Till such time I was wet till my thighs, but now Ritesh soaked my upper part. Naturally my boobs looked more evident over my dress and the cold waters immediately made my nipples hard. I stretched my kamiz in the front to look decent. Bhabie was giggling aloud and encouraging Ritesh to wet me more!

Me: Hey… Ritesh, stop this.

Ritesh was laughing away and probably due to Bhabie’s encouragement was now throwing water heavily on me and in no time my front side was all wet. My boobs looked like two ripe guavas shinning in the sun. I was quite charged up now and reciprocated the same to Ritesh first and then turned my attention to Bhabie.

Me: Bhabie, you were enjoying a lot… eh… when he was applying water on me… now see how it feels.

I was really quite annoyed over Bhabie the way she egged on Ritesh to wet me. Ritesh and myself both attacked Bhabie and in a flash she was all soaked. Her blouse was sopping wet and her white brassiere was very much evident now.

Me: Now, how does it feel? You sl…!

I somehow controlled myself from saying the word “slut”. Bhabie was looking extremely sexy now in wet condition especially without the sari.

Ritesh: Bhabie, l-o-o-k a vulture!

Along with Bhabie I also looked up and Ritesh took that opportunity and pushed Bhabie into the waters, as she was totally unguarded for that moment. I felt really good to see Bhabie in that helpless state and Ritesh and myself both had a good laugh. Though Ritesh quickly got hold of her, otherwise the current would have pulled her more into the sea. But by that time Sunita Bhabie was totally exposed to her waist. As she fell and was completely off balanced in water, her petticoat swirled up to her waist exposing her fleshy thighs and flashing red panty for quite a while before she could cover it. Bhabie also gulped some water and was coughing and took a minute to recover.

Ritesh: Are you okay now? Hope you are not hurt?

Sunita Bhabie: No, no I am okay. Good fun.

She was still giggling though coughing again.

Ritesh: You seem to have gulped up saline water!

Sunita Bhabie: Yes, quite a bit.

Ritesh: Then I need to take that out?

Sunita Bhabie: But how?

Ritesh: Simple! Anita, close your eyes once?

Me: Why?

Ritesh: I need to pump out the water.

Me: Is there any shame left the way you have wetted us?

Sunita Bhabie: True Anita…

Ritesh: I am starting to pump then?

Sunita Bhabie: But… but how?

Ritesh: Simple! Like this… the more you pump, more water will come out…

Saying that he suddenly grabbed Bhabie’s boobs and squeezed them simultaneously. Naturally Sunita Bhabie never expected such an act from him and was caught napping and had to digest the boob squeeze.

Sunita Bhabie: You… you mischief! You rogue!

Ritesh did it in such a casual and playful mode that we all were laughing. I was trying to relate this act with last night’s drama in Bhabie’s room and I was eager to provide them more space to enjoy.

Ritesh: A-h-o-y… hey…. Come here!

He signaled to the rickshaw-puller who was standing back at the shore watching us.

Sunita Bhabie: Why are you calling him? I’m all wet…

Me: Yes, why are you calling him here?

Ritesh: Oho! You people are so anxious! I have full plans to enjoy today. He is bringing beer. It will be great fun, I bet.

Sunita Bhabie: But…

I could realize now that it was a planned thing. He had already given money to that man to get the beer bottles. I turned back and saw that the man had twirled up his lungi till his waist almost and was approaching us.

Ritesh: Bhabie, but what? He will see you in wet condition… Are you ashamed? My dear Bhabie, do you know when I came with him yesterday what did we saw here?

Sunita Bhabie: What?

Ritesh: Bhabie you are concerned that you do not look decent in this wet outfit. Right? But yesterday we saw two foreigner middle-aged ladies coming out of the sea completely topless – they were only wearing panties! He he… that too very non-existent type… From that angle Bhabie, you are so much covered… he he…

Sunita Bhabie was about to say something, but the rickshaw-puller had arrived with two bottles of beer in his hand and a big smile in his face.

Ritesh: Thanks yaar!

He stood there and was now ogling at both of us. My boobs looked very prominent in my wet kamiz and the lower part of my dress was also sticking to my thighs and ass and caused my contours to be very much unmistakable. Bhabie was in a real messy state and both males could clearly see her nipple impressions over her thin blouse. Her bra position inside the blouse – the bra strap, the cups, the hook, and the elastic band were so very discernible!

Ritesh had opened one bottle using his teeth as the bottle-opener and the rickshaw-puller also was equal to the task of opening the other. Ritesh handed the bottle to Sunita Bhabie and took the other one from him and started guzzling it. Half the bottle was empty at one go and then he handed the bottle to the rickshaw-puller.

Ritesh: You also take a sip!

Rickshaw-puller: He… he…. Sure Sahib!

Within the wink of an eye the beer bottle was empty and he threw it in water and started adjusting his lungi. He had his lungi already twirled up awfully high and now it seemed to me he would surely flash his undies to us the way he pulled up his lungi. Bhabie and myself were sharing the other beer bottle. It was local made and it was strong. Though it did not taste the best, the ambiance created a great mood in all of us. The only air of uncomfortableness for me was the presence of that low class rickshaw-puller among us.

I could realize the water was rising below my feet and I was about to tell that to Ritesh, but suddenly there was a big wave and the water level increased significantly and covered us till our waist. I could realize my panty inside my dress getting fully wet due to this wave. Bhabie appeared to be in a more messy state as the wave had completely soaked her lower portion and her wet petticoat had slid down alarmingly revealing her curvy bottom. By the time she was alert both the males could easily make out the upper edge of her red panty.

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Rickshaw-puller: Shall I get back to the shore or stay here? Mind you, this is tide time.

Me: Arre! You get back to the shore; our clothes are there. Also the cam...

Ritesh: But Anita… Have you not noticed the way current has increased here! It’s wise to have him around.

Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita! I think Ritesh is right. In any case the beach is absolutely desolate. Just see! There’s no one to be seen anywhere. The camera is safe that way.

I turned back and the beach was vacant, as ever.

Me: Okay, let him be here.

Ritesh then cracked a joke and we all had a pretty good laugh and with undulating seawater soaking me till my navel along with the lovely breeze, I started feeling continuously giggly. I could sense that the beer was taking its effect on me. Ritesh started making our mood merry and playful and he was continuously talking and was trying to make us laugh. I realized the more I laughed, the more I started feeling weak and was getting off balanced in water; same was the case with Bhabie. The local made beer certainly was a bit too strong for we ladies.

Ritesh started doing some sort of acrobatics in the water and he was plunging very close to Bhabie. And expectedly he caught hold of Sunita Bhabie’s hand and tried to involve her in his playful activities and while doing so he was openly touching Bhabie at intimate parts. Bhabie was laughing away and seemingly enjoying the whole thing. Ritesh was getting bolder and was touching Bhabie on her shoulder, belly, waist, and twice I noticed he even cupped her big buns humorously. Needless to say, there was no protest or barrier from Sunita Bhabie.

As I turned towards the rickshaw-puller, he was naturally enjoying the scene and was evidently getting close to them! The very next moment there was a swift tall wave and we all were caught unguarded. The wave almost submerged us and we could barely keep our heads above the water level. Ritesh was quick enough to grab Bhabie and me by our hands and fortunately the wave receded very quickly and fortunately there was no successive wave and hence we hurriedly pushed back a little towards the shore and reorganized ourselves.

This time Sunita Bhabie and myself were completely doused, literally to the skin. I could feel my bra getting totally soaked and the cold water instantaneously making my nipples swollen and hard inside my bra. As I momentarily looked down on my tits, I was shocked to notice my nipple impressions clearly visible over my kamiz! The sudden wave had made us come very close and now Ritesh, Sunita Bhabie, the rickshaw-puller, and myself were standing pretty close in water. As I looked up, my eyes met directly with that low class man and he was unmistakably gaping at my big round mammaries, which were looking extremely sexy with the nipple marks visible on my wet kamiz.

Ritesh: Lets go ahead Bhabie! The real thrill is jumping on the wave… and not here.

Rickshaw-puller: But Sahib its tide-time now, do not go much further. Even good swimmers are unable to tackle the undercurrent.

Ritesh: No, no we will just stroll a few strides. Come on Bhabie! Anita?

Me: No, no Ritesh. I am comfortable here. You take Bhabie.

Ritesh: Okay as you wish. Bhabie, come.

Without even waiting for Sunita Bhabie’s approval, Ritesh started pulling her by her hand and proceeded more into the sea. Bhabie though protested, but that was too meek to stop Ritesh.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, shall I go with you in case you are…

Ritesh: Of course, you are an expert. Stay near us.

So the divide was created. I remained at my position at knee to thigh high water and Bhabie, Ritesh, and that man went ahead. As Bhabie walked past me, I noticed her big swaying gaand was amply visible through her petticoat, even the ass crack. The petticoat had slid down considerably at the back revealing her red panty top also! She was totally unaware of that and walked with the two men.

Ritesh at last getting the much-awaited opportunity was already holding Bhabie by her waist. My heart started beating faster as I anticipated viewing something hot and I readily took a step or two forward so that I do not miss a jiffy. Soon a wave was approaching them and Ritesh simply did not wait for it to even come on them and hugged Sunita Bhabie and water was all over their glued bodies. As the wave receded though they quickly separated, but Ritesh’s right arm was still encircling Bhabie’s back and it went underneath her armpit and was surely cupping her right boob. I was unable to view that as their backs were to us. I saw the rickshaw puller standing in close proximity to Bhabie and watching everything.

I was a bit dazed to see Bhabie’s shamelessness in front of an unknown man! Okay, I jolly well understand that you are not getting proper physical attention from your husband and hence you are seeking that and this bachelor guy comes to you as an opening, but have some decency! That low class unknown man was standing only a few feet away only from you and you are allowing Ritesh to cup and squeeze your tits so openly!

Sunita Bhabie was laughing away as the waves were ceaselessly drenching them and now he was also holding closely to Ritesh just like lovers. I noticed Ritesh was time and again taking his left hand towards Bhabie’s frontal area and I wonder what he was doing - must be squeezing and pressing the other breast, which I was unable to see.

They progressed further and I also had to take a step ahead to remain in vicinity to pick up every action. Now there were a couple of huge waves, which came simultaneously, and I could only see their heads such was the height of those waves. I heard Bhabie blaring and Ritesh hugging her tightly as they floated in the wave.

Sunita Bhabie: Eiii……… Isssssssss………. H-e-y…….. .R-i-t-e-s-h…….. Eiiii… …

Honestly I could not realize what was Sunita Bhabie’s problem at that point of time. She was in Ritesh’s arms and was not off balanced also. Ritesh was now very openly cupping Bhabie’s wet blouse breasts from the sides.

Ritesh: Hey, what happened?

Sunita Bhabie: Oiiiiiiiii maaaaaaa! What to do? Eiii…………

Suddenly I noticed something floating in the water at a distance.

It was Sunita Bhabie’s petticoat!

The waves were so forceful that Bhabie must have been dislodged off the sand bed where she was standing and the petticoat being thoroughly wet got heavy plus the knot must have loosened, and it had slipped off her legs while she was off balanced in Ritesh’s arms. Now she was standing in front of two males in her blouse and panty only! Luckily the water was covering till her waist. As she turned in her standing posture, my eyes automatically was attracted towards her coconut-like tits and no one could miss her full sized swollen nipples so evident through her blouse, which was virtually nonexistent being so wet.

Ritesh: Oho! Your petticoat…. Bhabie, your petticoat is gone! Ha haa ha… Ho ho…ho ho…

I could make out from my position even that Bhabie’s face turned red in shame and she looked at the water realizing her exposed state in front of two males.

Rickshaw-puller: I warned you Madam about the current. Just wait Madam, let me collect it before it is washed away.

He floated through the water and picked up Bhabie’s petticoat, which had already traversed some distance on water in such little time. He came back and handed it to Bhabie with all teeth out.

Ritesh: How would you wear it Bhabie standing in water? Impossible.

Sunita Bhabie: But… but Ritesh I cannot keep standing like this in the open?

Ritesh: Don’t worry Bhabie! Let me check… uhu! Nothing can be seen … He he… the water is hiding you adequately. Ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up! Do something.

Ritesh: Okay, okay. Let me hold you and then you try to wear it.

Since I was standing a little back they ignored my presence, but I could hear and see everything. Ritesh held Sunita Bhabie from the back and Bhabie pulled up one leg and tried to insert that in the hole of the petticoat. I could see Ritesh extracting full ‘masti’ out of Bhabie and was pushing his crotch into her round gaand and cupping her full tits with both hands in the name of support. Bhabie was so keen to wear the petticoat and save her dignity that she did not notice that the water level was getting raised due to the tide.

A flash wave swept them and Bhabie slipped of Ritesh’s grip and floated for some moments freely in water. She was thoroughly exposed now with her fair naked thighs and panty visible to everybody. She was drifting away from Ritesh who was fumbling in water and just then the rickshaw-puller came into her rescue. He positioned himself swiftly and grasped Bhabie from drifting away. He quickly pulled her back and embraced Bhabie so that she did not fall. In the process I could jolly well distinguish that he also fared his chances and grabbed Bhabie’s matured breasts and also cupped her heavy buttocks a number of times. The man had pitch-black skin color and his dark hands were all the more evident on Sunita Bhabie’s fair body.

Ritesh was in a poor state also and was struggling to recover from the incessant waves. The rickshaw-puller must have noticed that and realizing Bhabie was exhausted and puffing too having gulped a lot of saline water, he also did not let go this plump sexy housewife without being mauled. I did spot that he was now directly embracing Bhabie from the front as if supporting her and was holding her by her hips. Bhabie was still struggling to stand properly and she was holding his arms and I saw he was pressing her from the front enjoying her juicy boobs being pressed on his chest area.

Ritesh had recovered at last and picked up Bhabie’s petticoat, which was floating on the sea, and came near her.

Ritesh: Bhabie, my mistake. I should have taken his help. Are you okay now?

Bhabie just nodded and the rickshaw-puller handed her to Ritesh. I noticed Bhabie’s boobs almost spilled out of her blouse. Her blouse and bra being fully wet had slid down considerably and her big boobs were almost half exposed to both men.

Ritesh: Here’s your prized petticoat! It slipped out again. Seems very naughty… Ha ha ha…

Rickshaw-puller: Give it to me Sahib, I will take care of it; Madam cannot wear this in water.

Ritesh: Right. Bhabie lets go again. It was real fun, what do you say?

Sunita Bhabie: No, no… you go. I can’t take this any more!

I saw that low class man folded Bhabie’s wet petticoat and inserted in his waits inside his lungi! The inner wear of a housewife going inside the lungi of a rickshaw-puller!

Ritesh: Oho! Bhabie. This time, there will be no mishaps. He will also be there. Come on… come on…

Saying that he did not give Bhabie a scope to resist and pulled her by her hand into the sea deeper. I could see Bhabie was unwilling and hesitant, but could not stop Ritesh.

Ritesh: Hey you, why don’t you hold her other hand? That way Bhabie you will be absolutely safe.

The rickshaw-puller was more than eager to hold Bhabie’s hand and in front of my eyes the two men hemmed Sunita Bhabie a few more strides into the sea. My heart was drumming seeing the sight and I took a couple of steps forward so that I could see the action clearly.

Ritesh: B-h-a-b-i-e… you better be watchful… A big wave is coming.

Saying that he just hugged Bhabie tightly as if they are lovers! I noticed Bhabie also clutched to him helplessly, as she had still not recovered fully from the last incident.

Ritesh: Hey you! Why are you standing just idle? Hold her from behind.

Now I saw the most incredible scene of my life when that low class man hugged Bhabie from behind. Two men were embracing Bhabie as the wave splashed on them. I was so keen to see what was going on that I took two more steps forward!

My goodness! Ritesh was now kissing Bhabie on her lips and the rickshaw-puller to my utter disbelief had his both hands under Bhabie’s armpits and was obvious what he was doing. The most sticking part was that even after the wave had subsided and receded, still both men remained glued to Sunita Bhabie’s body, one from the front and the other from the back. As the next wave approached I saw Ritesh was kissing Bhabie on her shoulders and neck and his hands slipped from her back towards her heavy buttocks. The rickshaw-puller made space so that Ritesh could accommodate his hands on Bhabie’s fleshy ass. I wondered what Bhabie’s mental condition was being groped by two men simultaneously, but she must have been thoroughly enjoying the physical part.

As the wave receded, I noticed Ritesh immediately left Bhabie and started opening his shorts! What’s his plan? As the water was too high there, I could not make out if he was naked or not! He handed his shorts to the rickshaw-puller and he inserted it where he had kept Bhabie’s petticoat. Ritesh again hugged Bhabie, but this time Bhabie seemed to be protesting, but it was very short-lived as the next wave washed out her objection. The way Ritesh was cuddling Bhabie and the posture he was into I was sure Ritesh was naked and he was trying to press his lund on Bhabie’s pussy. The rickshaw-puller was also thrusting his crotch in Bhabie’s huge gaand.

Immediately after the wave retreated, Ritesh pushed Bhabie back a few steps where the water level was slightly lower and indicated the rickshaw-puller to leave her. Bhabie must have been very (s)excited being fully wet and felt around continuously by two matured males. Ritesh just pulled her towards him and openly started kissing her again very passionately. Moments later I realized his plan. His hand slid down to Bhabie’s waist and he was directly attempting to pull down her panty! I was shocked and wondered what Bhabie would do. Will she be so bold to get naked in the open to quench her hunger for sex?

Bhabie was very alert at this action and clearly struggled against it. Ritesh pushed her back some more steps while continuously sucking her thick lips and now Bhabie’s waits was above the water level and her red panty could be seen distinctly.

Me: Eii…… Shhh……

I almost shrieked seeing the most horrible scene. Ritesh was stark naked and his lund was sticking out like a big ripe banana. His thick jungle of pubic hairs was so very evident. He was trying to evade Bhabie’s arms and slid down the panty off her big buns. No woman, whether married or unmarried, would like to get naked in the open, even with her husband, and Bhabie was also no exception.

Ritesh: Bhabie, come on… please cooperate. There’s no one here.

Sunita Bhabie: No, no…. are you mad or what?

Ritesh: Bhabie please…. See I am also opened my brief… Feel it.

Saying that he took Bhabie’s right arm and guided it over his naked lund. As Bhabie was momentarily mesmerized by the feel of his stiff manhood, Ritesh yanked her panty halfway down her buttocks.

Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii…! Nooooooo…. S-t-o-p!

Bhabie immediately tried to pull up her panty to her waist to cover her ass, but Ritesh was now applying force and a struggle was on the cards. Bhabie was tussling with Ritesh while her butter-colored big round ass remained half exposed. Bhabie literally looked like a ‘randi’ with more than half of her boob flesh exposed over her wet blouse and her panty being pulled down halfway down her large round hips. The rickshaw-puller was eyeing that naturally and I was shocked to see he was openly stroking his lund inside his lungi!

Ritesh: Bhabie, please…

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, no… p-l-e-a-s-e…

Ritesh: Hey you? Watching the fun eh? Hold her hands.

That man was as if waiting for the opportunity again and promptly jumped on Bhabie and held her struggling hands tightly.

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh… No, no… please don’t do this…. I am a married woman… please…

Bhabie’s pleas fell to deaf ears and Ritesh bent down easily pulled down her panty off her waist, down her round buttocks, fair thighs, and finally out of her feet. Then what he did was more amazing! He just coiled up the panty and threw it far away in the sea. Bhabie remained stranded in the rickshaw-puller’s hands without a thread on her lower portion of the body. Now we all could see glimpses of her bunch of silky blackish brown pubic hairs just above her pussy, which was fortunately under water.

Sunita Bhabie: Ei… what… have you gone mad or what?

Ritesh: What are you so worried? I will buy you a panty from the local market. Happy?

The rickshaw puller was now into action again and realizing that he no longer needs to hold Bhabie’s hands, he started cupping from behind her big juicy mammaries over her blouse. Naturally Bhabie already was quite irritated by Ritesh’s current behavior and when she felt that the rickshaw-puller’s hands on her boobs, she exploded. In one smooth go she turned back and slapped that man very tightly.

Sunita Bhabie: I have been tolerating you for quite some time now. How dare you touch me like that?

That low class man was never expecting such a reaction because Bhabie had given him much indulge while bathing and seemed absolutely bewildered.

Ritesh: Bhabie, Bhabie. Cool down. Why are you dumping your anger on him?

Sunita Bhabie: Ask your man to behave properly.

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Ritesh: Don’t forget Bhabie that he saved you when I was lost in that wave.

Sunita Bhabie: Huh! Give back my petticoat you rascal!

Ritesh: Bhabie, cool down. Please. What’s this? We have come her for fun! Come on Bhabie!

Saying that he lovingly hugged her. He whispered something in her ears also. I was stunned to see the way Ritesh was embracing and touching her; it was so normal as if he was her husband! Bhabie cooled down probably getting the touch of Ritesh’s erect lund on her pussy. I could see glimpses of Ritesh and Bhabie’s naked buttocks over the seawater. Ritesh slowly took her in his arms again towards the deep sea and he signaled the rickshaw-puller to follow them.

In about a minute or two everything seemed normalized! Bhabie was again laughing and was in Ritesh’s loving embraces.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, do whatever you want to do quickly as people might come after sometime.

Sunita Bhabie: My God! Lets get back then. Ritesh… please… I am completely… I cannot go like this in front of anyone!

Rickshaw-puller: Madam is right Sahib! Though I have seen many foreigner ladies coming out of water bilkul nangi… yesterday I showed you some glances Sahib… but Madam cannot do that.

Ritesh: Hmm. But Bhabie, you are not much behind, if you take off your blouse you can also compete with the foreigner counterparts! Ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: You… you naughty!

Sunita Bhabie: What fleeting looks did you see yesterday, let me also know.

Ritesh: Nothing special. Of course nothing grand than this…

Saying that he pushed his right hand more into Bhabie’s pussy and though it could not be seen as the water level was sufficient, but one could easily identify the caress Bhabie was getting on her pussy by Ritesh’s hand movement. Her body immediately bent and coiled like an arch and he continued to caress her on her love spot in front of that low class man. Bhabie was giggling away very shamelessly and seeing that I simply exclaimed within myself and thought that if Manohar Uncle would have seen this behavior of his wife, he would surely have had a cardiac arrest on the spot.

Sunita Bhabie: Eiii… stop… He is seeing. Tell me naaa…

Bhabie behaved as if she was a teenager and Ritesh was her lover.

Ritesh: Okay… okay. Actually yesterday when we were leaving this place we picked up one foreigner lady coming out of water who was strikingly different from others. She was not wearing a bra, but was absolutely naked below! All other foreigner ladies we saw yesterday was either wearing a bikini or at least a panty. But this middle-aged woman was exhibiting her choot to all though there was no one except the foreigners on the beach. We actually peeped from the bushes.

Sunita Bhabie: But she was a child in comparison to you Bhabie… I mean choot-wise though I have not tasted yours…

Ritesh: You… you mugger! I will kill you…

A mock fight started between Bhabie and Ritesh and while doing that Ritesh touched Sunita Bhabie almost everywhere starting from hugging her from both front and back, cupping and feeling her buttocks, pressing her boobs, and also caressing her thighs and what not.

Then abruptly I heard a scream! Unambiguously it was Bhabie’s voice!

I saw Sunita Bhabie pushed Ritesh off her body and she was almost dancing on one leg in water and screaming.

Ritesh: What happened Bhabie? What happened?

Rickshaw-puller: Madam? What’s up?

Bhabie: Something is biting me… Oh! In my leg! Ooooooooooo…. It’s piercing my big toe Ritesh… Ahh… Help!

Rickshaw-puller: My god! I hope it’s not a crab. Get Madam to shallow water Sahib! Quick.

Ritesh: Okay, you give me a hand.

Ritesh and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie and quickly got back to shallow waters. They were very near to me and I also intervened.

Me: What happened to Bhabie?

Ritesh: Something had bitten her… I don’t know exactly.

Sunita Bhabie: It’s still there…. Uhhhhhhhhhh! Maaaaaaaa. It’s clinging onto my toe.

Bhabie was struggling in pain and Ritesh was holding her hands while the rickshaw-puller was clutching her legs. As they shifted back briskly, the water level was getting lower and immediately Bhabie got very conscious about her nakedness down her waist.

Sunita Bhabie: Eii… Stop! Stop! Don’t go further back… please.

Me: Why? The water is still high here. It would be easier to see your foot over there.

I pointed to the shore and deliberately asked this question, as if I was ignorant that she was not wearing her petticoat and panty.

Sunita Bhabie: No, no… I mean… actually…

Ritesh: Actually Anita, you know, the waves are so forceful up there that somehow Bhabie’s petticoat was swept away and hence she is feeling ashamed. But it was the same for me also… I also lost my shorts too. What to do? The waves are just too commanding and violent there.

Me: O! I see.

I replied very innocently and normally so that they do not feel uncomfortable.

Me: Don’t feel ashamed Bhabie. It’s us only! No one else is here.

The rickshaw-puller and Ritesh was quickly carrying Bhabie towards the shore and I followed them. As they approached the shore, the water level was significantly down here and Bhabie’s naked ass, choot, and legs were fully exposed to all of us in clear daylight. She was totally naked below her waist hanging in air being held by hands and legs by two men.

The scene was just awesome! Seeing a matured married woman like that was just unbelievable! I noticed that Bhabie had closed her eyes, in shame probably. Now we could locate a small red crab clinging to her big toe of left foot and a blood clot in that region.

Rickshaw-puller: As I expected Sahib, it’s a crab. They are very dangerous.

Ritesh: But we don’t have any medicine here! Blood is coming out.

Rickshaw-puller: Relax Sahib! I will take care.

As they kept Bhabie on the sands at the shore, the two men seemed mesmerized getting an unhindered view of Bhabie’s hairy choot. The slit was very long and dense silky pubic hairs ran throughout both flanks of her choot. Anyone could recognize that Bhabie’s choot was an overused one and she definitely has had a happy married life as the pussy lips had hung open without any external effort.

Sunita Bhabie: Anita, give me something…. Please… I can’t remain like this forever.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, first let me get that thing out of your feet, otherwise you might get badly poisoned.

Ritesh: Absolutely. Bhabie just keep quiet and be patient. Let him get that crab out first.

Ritesh must have been enjoying the sight of a 40-year-old woman’s open pussy and he wanted her to remain in that state in the open for some more time. He himself was naked and his lund was dangling in the air so awkwardly. He was time and again scratching and tickling his dick seeing Bhabie’s matured choot. I was definitely feeling very odd as naturally my eyes time and again was directed towards his lund as it swayed in the air. I sat near Bhabie’s head and was consoling her.

The rickshaw-puller seemed an expert at this job and quickly got the crab out of Bhabie’s toe and there was profuse bleeding from the injured spot. I was surprised to see that he did not throw away the crab to the sea, but prisoned it in a handkerchief.

Me: Arre! Why are you keeping the crab?

Rickshaw-puller: I do not know how much poison it has injected in Madam’s body, I may need this crab later to take out the poison.

Ritesh: Is it possible? Really?

Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! You city people won’t know these village tricks, but I hope we don’t need that.

Ritesh: Thanks yaar. Good to have you, otherwise we would have been in trouble. Uff! Anita, you know, I got pretty scared when Bhabie first screamed. How do you feel now Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: It’s paining more… the crab being removed!

Ritesh: Eh? How can that be?

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said these crabs have poison in their claws and it has injected that in your body. I need to get the venom out. Sahib, some more work left.

Ritesh: Okay, but how to do that?

Rickshaw-puller: I will suck that out. Will take some time, but Madam will be fully okay.

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, please… take me to a cover… I am feeling very uncomfortable to lie in the open like this. Anita… you can feel naa…

Ritesh: Okay, okay. But where to find a cover in this beach?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, here is your shorts and Madam’s petticoat. Lets take her to the temple.

Ritesh: Temple? Where on earth did you get a temple here?

Rickshaw-puller: Just behind that bush. It’s an abandoned temple. No one uses it.

Ritesh: Okay. Anita, help Bhabie to wear this.

Ritesh quickly got into his shorts and I wrapped Bhabie’s lower half with that wet petticoat. She looked extraordinarily decent as I did that after reaming without any cover on her pussy and ass for such a long time!

Rickshaw-puller: Quick Sahib! If we are late, the poison will spread.

Ritesh: Right, right.

They again held Bhabie like they had taken her out of the water and this time I aided in holding her head. None of us noticed that broken structure behind the bush prior. It was a temple, but that has to be very long back; only some remains of the original structure represented its entity. Bhabie was laid on the floor of the temple and she was actually reporting some acute pain in her left leg now.

Rickshaw-puller: Don’t worry Madam, it will be okay in some minutes if you are patient. Sahib, come here once.

The two men whispered amongst each other and Bhabie looked very anxious.

Ritesh: Anita, can you do us a favor?

Me: What?

Ritesh: He says that since this is a temple and if any local person sees him here, that would be lead to a big chaos and turmoil, as he is belongs to low caste.

Me: These things still remain here?

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, though we work in the city for our livelihood, we basically are from the village and these things are very stringent here.

Me: Okay, I can understand. What do you want me to do?

Ritesh: You just stand outside and keep your eyes open. If you see any local person coming towards this place, just alert us. That’s all.

I agreed and went outside the temple, but after some moments only my sixth sense was knocking me to keep an eye on the two males. I was pretty sure that Ritesh would not leave Bhabie today without fucking, but this crab-incident seemed to have put an obstacle in his way. I immediately shifted my position from the front of the temple to its backside and I made my way through the shrubs and bushes and tried to be as silent as possible. Soon I discovered an opening in the wall from where I could view the spot where Bhabie was lying. I felt like patting my back myself!

I could hear Ritesh and that man’s voice very clearly.

Ritesh: He is an expert in this Bhabie. If you do not agree to what he says the poison will spread to your body. Why don’t you understand? Would you like to go to the hospital then?

Sunita Bhabie: No, but… Ritesh… how can I…. I am a woman afterall.

Ritesh: Bhabie! Please. Which is more important, you decide yourself – this poison proliferating in your body or your shame?

Sunita Bhabie: That’s okay, but still… Err… he is an outsider…

Ritesh: Bhabie, will you ever get a crab bite in your life? No naaa… so…

Sunita Bhabie: Hmm… okay…but please ask him to do it fast.

Ritesh: Sure Bhabie.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, there is no other way. As I said, I will first taste the blood from your toe and then will taste blood from the cut I have just made. If there is a difference in taste, then you are saved, otherwise…

Sunita Bhabie: O God!

Ritesh: Don’t waste time. Proceed.

Rickshaw-puller: Okay Sahib!

The rickshaw-puller sat near Bhabie’s feet and first took her left foot and raised it significantly to his mouth level. Automatically Bhabie’s petticoat hiked up and a sexy upskirt was in offer. I noted Ritesh was ogling at that. The man started sucking her toe and she was visibly very uncomfortable at this action. Bhabie must be getting some stimulation as she felt the hot tongue on her toe. Then he raised his mouth and came over Bhabie’s body on her fair thighs. He directly raised her petticoat up her legs exposing Bhabie’s smooth plump thighs. Again her legs were almost fully uncovered and they looked like two banana trees. The rickshaw-puller took his mouth on her left thigh and started sucking the cut mark there. That cut mark must have been made while I was outside the room. Bhabie now looked very sexy with just a bra and her raised petticoat and that man’s tongue licking the cut area on her thigh.

Sunita Bhabie: Oooooo….. Usssssssssh!

I could well realize that Bhabie was unable to control her expressions and like any matured woman she was starting to moan getting a suck in her mid thighs. I noticed Ritesh was watching the whole process and was openly scratching his stiff lund inside his shorts sitting by Bhabie’s side. It looked so very vulgar that way he was doing the scratching through his wet shorts.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, hard luck! The taste is the same! The poison has already reached till this part of Madam’s leg.

Ritesh: Oh! Anyway, go ahead. What needs to be done has to be done. Bhabie please cooperate and hopefully everything will be all right. But oh! This time I will surely catch a cold if I continue to wear this wet thing.

Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib, get rid of that.

Ritesh immediately got up and opened his shorts very casually and got naked in front of Bhabie and that man. Surely Bhabie was having a “tough” time – had the crab bite, lost her petticoat in the water current, Ritesh snatched off her panty, and time and again seeing an elder male fully naked. I noticed Ritesh was standing just near her head and Bhabie surely was getting a great view of his erect lund and his balls.

Ritesh: Bhabie you will also catch a cold if you continue to wear that wet blouse!

Sunita Bhabie: Y… yes? No, no, I am okay.

Bhabie stammered as she was attentively watching his stiff naked penis.

Ritesh: What okay? Do you want to additionally catch a fever in getting cured from this crab bite?

Saying that he sat down on the floor on his naked ass and attempted to open Bhabie’s blouse.

Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii… What are you doing? Please don’t.

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Everything can be seen through this… No use wearing this wet rag, I tell you.

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Sunita Bhabie: May be… but still…. Ritesh, don’t open it. Please.

Ritesh: See… it’s sopping wet, you will catch a cold my dear. Be a good girl!

In trying to gauge how much wet her blouse was, Ritesh was actually playfully caressing her big round tits directly. When he saw Bhabie was reluctant to take off her blouse, he openly grabbed her both boobs with his tow hands and started squeezing them while Bhabie remained lied on the floor. I could well understand that Bhabie was in a hopeless position and within minutes Ritesh was able to persuade her and stripped her off her blouse in front of that rickshaw-puller. Bhabie now lay in her wet white brassiere and petticoat, the latter had already climbed up alarmingly over her plump thighs.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib shall I proceed?

I wondered what the plan was and anxiously remained glued to this very erotic setting.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said, I shall take saliva from your mouth and spread it there…

I was shocked to notice the man indicating to Bhabie’s gaand!

Rickshaw-puller: …and then use the crab to extract the venom from your body. Don’t worry Madam, have faith on me. Actually this is a belief that goes with us. If the poison spreads into one’s body from a crab bite, the crab is allowed to bite that person once again and we believe when the crab tastes the same blood, it in fact sucks the poison back.

Ritesh: Hmm… seems logical!

Sunita Bhabie: But… I am really uncomfortable with that part…

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie, we just had a talk on this. You only told that you don’t want to reveal this incident to Uncle and that’s why I suggested you just tell you cut your toe on a shell on the shore…

Sunita Bhabie: No, no, that’s all right, but…

Ritesh: But what? You want to hide the second bite from Uncle and surely if its on your hand, leg, or abdomen, Uncle might easily spot it! I thought his suggestion was brilliant! If the cut is made on your gaand, it would be the safest bet. That part always remains covered with your sari, salwar-kamiz, or nighty - whatever you wear.

Sunita Bhabie: I agree, but still Ritesh…

Ritesh: Arre! Again but! Then as a precaution just make sure that for the next few days you always wear a panty below your sari so that Uncle can’t see the cut mark.

Sunita Bhabie: Uff! Will you teach me on that? I agree on that, but… can you not take my saliva?

Ritesh: Hmm. Hey you? What do you say?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if Madam feels she is comfortable giving her saliva to you, certainly you can pick it up.

Ritesh: Bah! Fine. Are you satisfied now? Uff! Bhabie… The way you are behaving naa….

Saying that he openly pinched Bhabie’s juicy boob from above her brassiere in front of the rickshaw-puller. Bhabie seemed to be quite immune to this sort of shamelessness by now!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, you fill your fingers with Madam’s saliva and then rub it on her gaand. Madam, you need to take off your pe… I mean your petticoat.

Sunita Bhabie: Huh!

Bhabie looked elsewhere and Ritesh readily crawled forward to do that noble task. I could see his naked black ass directly pointing towards me from where I was peeping. I could even see his ass crack hairs as he crawled! He pulled down Bhabie’s petticoat as she lifted her big gaand slightly. It seemed to me as if Bhabie was his personal property! Her lower half was again completely bare, but by this time she probably was used to it.

Sunita Bhabie: I can’t take this. O God! What am I doing! Sssssssss…

She closed her eyes and seemed to have given up! Ritesh inserted two fingers of his right hand into Bhabie’s mouth and she started lapping and sucking them.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, three fingers…

Ritesh inserted another finger and Bhabie was having a tough time accommodating all in her mouth. The way it looked instantly made me recall as if Rajesh had inserted his cock in my mouth. She gasped for breath as she continued to lick and suck the fingers. This went on for some moments.

Rickshaw-puller: Done. Now Madam you turn back.

Ritesh took out his fingers from Bhabie’s mouth and they were glistening with her saliva. She turned back and rested on her stomach. Ritesh then rubbed and massaged his fingers over Bhabie’s smooth round buttocks. She looked simply awesome in that posture with her stripped pumpkin ass facing the ceiling!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, put inside her crack also.

My goodness! Ritesh like an obedient boy inserted his fingers in Bhabie’s deep ass crack and of course there were loud barefaced moans from Bhabie indicating that she was getting thoroughly excited. I could see a spring in Ritesh’s lund – natural - and it was now dead erect.

Ritesh: By the way, why do you need her saliva here?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib this acts as an antiseptic and hence it has to be the same person’s saliva.

Ritesh: I see. Whatever… Bhabie you have a wonderful gaand! If I were your husband naaa, I would never allow you to wear anything on this beautiful gaand. I swear! What a shape! Ahaaa…..

Ritesh now started feeling every part of Bhabie’s very fleshy but tight buttocks and was pressing and examining her ass cheeks to check their elasticity!

Ritesh: Oh! That motherchod is so very lucky!

Sunita Bhabie: Who?

Ritesh: Your husband, who else? If your gaand is so tight at this age, what was it like when you were 20 Bhabie?

Bhabie had already started passing rowdy grunts, but the rickshaw-puller intervened at this point.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib if you allow me…

He pulled out the crab out of his handkerchief and that little red thing sprung out on the floor. In a very skilled way, he caught that and held by its claws in his hand!

Ritesh: Be careful!

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I am now letting it go on your body. Please don’t move your gaand please.

I saw the rickshaw-puller gently putting the crab on Bhabie’s naked ass. It looked incredibly beautiful observing that little creature on Bhabie’s naked butter-colored buttocks. The crab definitely was surprised initially to be on a woman’s ass cheek, but then started crawling slowly. Bhabie’s pumpkin ass was definitely very smooth and round, but it was not porous like the sand. The crab most likely was expecting that. After going a few strides here and there, it noticed the deep crevice, which was actually Bhabie’s ass crack. It hastened towards her crack and Bhabie was producing all sorts of sounds feeling the movement of the little crab on her gaand. The next moment Bhabie let out a very loud shriek as the crab inserted its claws inside her ass crevice. What a sight it was!

Ritesh: Oye! Oye! Don’t go there. Arre…. Don’t go there mere baap!

Did the crab hear Ritesh’s advice? God knows; but it did not stay long in Bhabie’s ass crack and came out on her broad ass cheek again.

Ritesh: Probably it did not like the smell there… ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii……….. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… Oiiiiiiiiiii….

Bhabie was ejecting all sorts of weird sounds in excitement and anxiety. The rickshaw-puller now snubbed the crab with his finger and it immediately dug its claws into Bhabie’s gaand and drops of blood came out of her left ass cheek. The drops of blood looked like two bindis on her wide left ass cheek. The crab had its claws prodded in her ass flesh and Bhabie’s body jerked and moved in pain. It seemed the crab must have liked Bhabie’s flesh and the sting was indeed a long one. The crab again roamed on the round naked surface of Bhabie’s huge gaand and this time it crawled slowly downwards diagonally. It seemed it was tracing the panty line on Bhabie’s buttocks! The crab now quickly was onto Bhabie’s right ass cheek.

Ritesh: It must be a male crab… He is enjoying your gaand very much Bhabie! He he he…

Sunita Bhabie: You idiot! Please get that creature out of my gaand!

Rickshaw-puller: Patience Madam. Its done.

The red little thing continued to stroll around the circumference of her right ass cheek and was again coming back to the crack. This time the rickshaw-puller craftily picked it up and threw it out of the window.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, now you are safe!

Ritesh: Great! Lets celebrate!

Saying that he started patting Bhabie’s naked ass and in fact slapped her on her bouncy flesh a couple of times!

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh! What’s this… stop!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, wait. Let me check once.

Saying that he took his face very close to Bhabie’s bare buttocks and started licking the cut mark on her left ass cheek. Of course, he kept his right hand for support on her right ass cheek and was feeling the tightness of Bhabie’s gaand on his palm. This simultaneous working of licking with his tongue and pressing with his hand went on for at least a minute or two which actually made Bhabie to writhe in excitement. I could see her legs getting separated automatically as she lay on the floor.

Rickshaw-puller: Hooray Madam! You are safe now. The crab has taken back its venom!

Ritesh: Wow Bhabie! Do you hear that? Get up! Get up!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, but I need to dress the wounds. The pain would still be there.

Ritesh: Abe… you do that a little later!

Rickshaw-puller: But Sahib…

Ritesh pulled up Bhabie from her lying position and as she faced him he directly put his right hand into her naked hairy choot and started caressing the area and locked his lips in Bhabie’s soft lips so that she could not protest to the act. Bhabie also forgetting about the presence of another man held his hanging lund and started stroking it. It seemed to me as if they were on bed! The rickshaw-puller was looking at the shameless open acts of his Sahib and Madam.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib… Sahib… Madam’s cut marks are open and the floor is dirty also…. There is a chance of an infection Sahib…

Ritesh: Hang your infection…

Ritesh was now fingering Bhabie’s cunt with his right hand and she was virtually dancing in exhilaration and thrill. She was gyrating her hips very lewdly to accommodate his finger in her cunt. The scene looked so very obscene!

Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii…. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh….. Ritesh… stop rrrrrreeeeeeeee!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib…

Ritesh: Oho! Bhabie just wait till this rascal gets his work done. Okay?

Sunita Bhabie: Aaiiiiiiiii…. Maaaaaaaaa….

Ritesh: Oh! Bhabie… What a choot you have! So deep, so spacious! But why is it so dry? But then who can guess that you have such a ‘jhakas’ choot under your sari?

Sunita Bhabie: Dhat! You naughty!

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, I will use these leaves for the dressing.

When we were entering this temple, that man did collect some leaves of some shrubs and had kept it within his lungi.

Ritesh: Hey you! This is not fair man!

Rickshaw-puller: What Sahib?

Ritesh: See I am fully naked. Look at your Madam! How dare you wear that lungi? Open it… open it.

O My God! What’s he up to I wondered, but surely something very steamy.

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh! What’s this? Have you gone out of your head?

Ritesh: Why Bhabie? If you can show your choot to us, why will he not show up his lund? Are you not interested Bhabie?

The rickshaw-puller apparently looked puzzled.

Sunita Bhabie: What? Shut up! You have gone mad!

Ritesh: Abbe! What are you waiting for? Open your lungi or else I will just snatch it!

Rickshaw-puller: O… okay Sahib! I am ta… taking it off.

The man dropped his lungi off his waist and he was wearing a very scanty underwear and one can easily make out that he had an enormous dick inside that - it looked so thick and full!

Ritesh: Sala harami! Who will open that chaddi?

The man now dragged his underwear also and became fully naked and stood in front of them.

Ritesh: Wow! What a lund you have man! Bhabie, just see - surely this is Andhra Special!

I also swallowed a breath standing in the hideout. I had never seen such a stout penis in my life! The man might be a rickshaw-puller by profession and average built in appearance, but his lund seemed to be well nourished!

Rickshaw-puller: He he….

I noticed Bhabie’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She must be amply horny by now the way Ritesh had caressed her (from the sea right down here in this temple) and also the way this man had sucked and licked her gaand just moments ago and hence expectedly she looked at his stout erect dick without a wink of her eyelids!

Sunita Bhabie: Re… R-e-a-l-l-y! Monster size!

It was so very odd for me to look on with these two elderly males standing fully naked with their pubic bushes and erect cocks so much evident to my eyes! Automatically my hand went to my breasts and I started squeezing them softly as I myself was also pretty excited at this sight. I also adjusted my panty slightly to rub my choot in a better way to feel comfortable.

Ritesh: My friend, all women would die for you if you piston them with this! Am I wrong Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: Absolutely not! Your wife is so lucky!

Rickshaw-puller: He he…

Ritesh: Bhabie, then why would be left behind? We three should have the same attire when we are in the same boat!

Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?

Ritesh: What’s the use of wearing that bra? If we have seen your choot, show us your doodh also darling!

Sunita Bhabie: Umm… What a desire!

Ritesh: Come on Bhabie! P-l-e-a-s-e!

Sunita Bhabie: O… Okay, I also feel like doing that…. but close your eyes…

Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, I am closing my eyes and holding my rod. You open your bra. Hey you! Close your eyes and hold your monster!

Sunita Bhabie: He he… you are simply a rogue!

Bhabie was peaking to the height of shamelessness. She took her hands back and opened the hook of her brassiere and casually removed the straps off her shoulder and pulled out the cups off her two mammaries.

Ritesh: Done?

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Sunita Bhabie: Yes!

Ritesh: Wow! What a sight! I can’t wait to fuck you Bhabie!

Bhabie looked down at the floor and her face reddened like a tomato. Was there any shame still left in her? I was rather astonished.

Rickshaw-puller: Can I do the dressing first Sahib!

Ritesh: I want to dress her choot yaar! Huh! Anyway, do it fast.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will first dress your toe, but… err… the problem is it would not be advisable for you to sit on the floor with your cut on your gaand.

Sunita Bhabie: Then? But if I do not sit, how would you dress my toe?

Rickshaw-puller: Yes Madam, that’s what I am thinking.

Ritesh: Abe motherchod! Allow her to sit on my lap.

Rickshaw-puller: Yes, yes. That way Madam, your gaand would remain safe from this dirt!

Bhabie was smiling probably anticipating the fun she would get by sitting on the lap of a man who was not wearing a thread! Ritesh sat on the floor and Bhabie stepped forward slowly towards him. She was looking like a sex goddess - fully nude - her bra-less free big, round milk-pots jiggling as she walked, her pussy inviting Ritesh perfectly, and her heavy butts swaying with each step. She stooped down a bit before sitting on his lap and her boobs looked so very sexy hanging freely in the air.

Ritesh: Aao… aao meri jaan! My darling!

Bhabie exhaled out a lovingly screech when she felt Ritesh’s stiff poking lund on her hips as she put her full body weight on his lap.

Ritesh: Oooooooooo Laaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What soft buttocks you have Bhabie! So smooth and round yet so tight yaar!

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, I will use these leaf extracts for your dressing, but simultaneously I will need two things from you also.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaahh! Press them more…. Aaahhh… yes, what do you wa…. want from me?

Rickshaw-puller: First I need your saliva Madam.

Sunita Bhabie: O… okay…. Uff! Ritesh… you are hurting me. Don’t pinch like that! Ye… yes, how will I give the saliva?

Concurrently two developments were taking place – Bhabie was made horny by Ritesh by his erotic moves while that low class man was making his moves for the dressing of the wound.

Rickshaw-puller: You don’t have to give it Madam. You can relax in Sahib’s lap. This time I will take your saliva.

The man started crushing the leaves that he had collected early and some transparent fluid was coming out of the leaf stalk, which he rubbed on his finger and then chafed it on his lips! I was rather surprised to see that though Bhabie appeared nonchalant, as she was very boldly busy with Ritesh enjoying the togetherness thoroughly, as his hands caressed and pressed her on her absolutely intimate body parts. Ritesh made Bhabie to split her legs wide and inserted his finger in his cunt again and this time, he took out the finger and smelt it!

Ritesh: O Bhabie, you smell great there! What a choot you have!

Sunita Bhabie: You dirty rot! Stop smelling that!

Ritesh: Aaaaaahhhhhh! I have fucked so many girls in my life, but your choot smells exceptional Bhabie!

Saying that he again inserted his tongue into Bhabie’s choot and started to move his finger in a circular fashion making Bhabie go wild.

Sunita Bhabie: Ouch! S-t-o-p…

Ritesh: What a deep choot yaar! How many times did Manohar uncle fuck you… Sali randi?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib… Sahib… I mean… err… if you please allow Madam to sit still for a moment would be helpful.

Ritesh: Uhhhhhhh! What fun yaar! Bhabie I will carry you in my lap my whole life! Oiiiii maaaaaaaa…

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib…

Ritesh: Oh! Sala harami, wait for a while naa…

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh… stop now. Listen to him.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, yes… okay. Now I can take the saliva from Madam’s mouth. Madam just part your lips a little.

Ritesh: Sure, sure! I will hold her still… Ha ha ha…

Saying that he cupped Bhabie’s big coconuts with both palms and tried to grab them fully in both hands, but Bhabie’s boobs were rather big-sized and oozed out though his palms.

My goodness! A rickshaw-puller would kiss Manohar Uncle’s wife. Incredible! Though Bhabie seemed to be willing at the beginning to donate saliva, but now as she realized that low class man would actually kiss her to take the saliva, she got scared probably.

Sunita Bhabie: But, but… what are you up to? How will you take this? By kissing?

Ritesh: Naturally Bhabie, how can he collect otherwise? Cooperate with him.

Sunita Bhabie: Arre… stop! What the… I cannot allow any Tom, Dick, Harry to kiss me… Am I a…

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, please help me.

Ritesh: Bhabie, don’t be silly! I have kissed you at least 50 times today, what’s the harm if he touches your lips once!

Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Take it easy… He has seen every inch of your body and he wants to help you only by preparing the dressing… isn’t it?

Bhabie seemed to be at last consoled by this logic. She reluctantly waited to be kissed by this roadside man! Ritesh got hold of Sunita Bhabie’s head and the rickshaw-puller held Bhabie by her shoulders and touched her lips. Of course, the initial reaction was utterly repulsive from Bhabie seeing those dirty blackish lips getting closer to her mouth, but as he slowly tasted his lips, she was somewhat calmed down. The rickshaw-puller now started sucking her lower lips. The man took support by placing his hands on the floor and the scene was so very pornographic - two naked males and one naked elderly woman – the woman sitting on the lap of one and the other sucking away her lips.

Ritesh was holding her head tightly so that her repulsion was not very evident though Bhabie was still throwing her legs in the air. That low class man was probably having the kiss of his life and he went on and on sucking her thick rosy lips. At last he released his lips off Bhabie’s and they were looking in each other’s eyes for a moment! Bhabie took a very long and deep breath after the kiss and she apparently looked not very dissatisfied.

The rickshaw-puller spewed out the saliva he had collected in his mouth on the leaf extract and started mixing it with some more torn leaves.

Ritesh: So? Complete! You were so scared as if he would eat you up!

I found Bhabie literally was gasping after the kiss episode was complete. Her face was all red and she was still recovering from this kiss of this roadside man.

Ritesh: How different was it Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: Different? Err… from what?

Ritesh: From my kisses or for that matter your Manohar Uncle’s kisses?

Sunita Bhabie: Hmm… It was different!

Ritesh: How much? Tell ma naa…

Sunita Bhabie: How to explain that… I don’t know… everyone kisses in a different way!

Ritesh waited for Bhabie to elucidate while the rickshaw-puller was busy preparing a paste like thing with the leaves.

Sunita Bhabie: Like… how could I spell out… it’s such a personal feeling… Your uncle is always interested to put his tongue inside my mouth and explore my mouth area, but not to suck my lower lips… you are more into sucking my lower lips and I indeed like that… this man was again different… he touched my lower lips, but very gently, and he was holding back his breath while his mouth was on mine…

Ritesh: O Bhabie… you explain in such a nice way! You ought to be a teacher… a sex teacher… ha ha ha….

Bhabie was also giggling.

Rickshaw-puller: Thanks Madam. Now I need the second thing to complete this.

Sunita Bhabie: What else?

Rickshaw-puller: I need some milk…

Sunita Bhabie: What milk?

Ritesh: Obviously your milk Bhabie!

Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? I really don’t get this.

Rickshaw-puller: Actually Madam… err… to finalize this healing paste I need your breast milk.

Sunita Bhabie: W-h-a-t? What bullshit is this?

Bhabie simply yelled at this request. Naturally. How can a 40-year-old woman produce breast milk without a pregnancy/child birth! Her voice reflected a mixture of anger, shame, and bewilderment.

Ritesh: Why are you getting angry on that poor chap Bhabie? This must be the composition of that antidote!

Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib. I am not telling a lie. You can confirm from our village doctor.

Ritesh: No, no, I believe in you!

Sunita Bhabie: But Ritesh… it’s impossible!

Ritesh: What is impossible? I mean which part?

Sunita Bhabie: What rubbish are you talking about? You know my age. Do I look like a young mother that I shall have milk in my…

Ritesh: But Bhabie, your tits do look like… see how tight they are…. Ha ha ha… Okay, jokes apart… you mean to say you don’t produce milk any more?

Sunita Bhabie: Obviously! Come on Ritesh! I am 40 now! I did my last breast-feeding probably… probably 16-17 years ago!

Ritesh: Hmm but…

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if you allow me to say something. I know as much I have heard from our village doctor.

Bhabie was still sitting on Ritesh’s lap, completely naked. The rickshaw-puller was sitting just in front of her and Bhabie’s choot and doodh were fully visible to him all the time. He must have been relishing this lifetime view award to the fullest.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, what Madam says is true. She is an elderly woman and had her child many years ago and obviously her breasts are not used to breast-feeding last many years. But Sahib, according to our village doctor, even if Madam is not actively breast-feeding a child, she can have milk in her breasts.

Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie (simultaneously): How?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, its expected that Madam’s child is grownup now and do not sleep on the same bed and if Madam is staying with her husband, they must be meeting on bed.

Ritesh: Okay, carry on.

Rickshaw-puller: Our village doctor says that even when an elderly couple meet on bed they caress each other, even if they do not… err… I mean fuck. So I hope Madam your husband also…

Sunita Bhabie: Ye… yes, though rather irregular.

Rickshaw-puller: May it be on an irregular basis, but your husband must be… I mean play with your…

Bhabie’s cheeks were glowing like never before and eyes dipping down to answer this obscene question.

Ritesh: Bhabie? Yes or No?

Sunita Bhabie: Yes, but… but so what?

Rickshaw-puller: Then the problem is solved Madam! If your reply is ‘yes’, then your breasts will surely produce milk if you are rightly stimulated I tell you!

Sunita Bhabie looked dumb and continued to look with disbelief and skeptically at that man.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, juts tell me one thing – do you get a good sucking on your breasts when you meet with your husband on bed?

Sunita Bhabie: What sort of… I mean… no… err… at times…

Ritesh: Bhabie, tell properly. Be open! Tell him clearly…. But… but one thing Bhabie, the way your nipples are getting swollen by my touch, Uncle must be sucking them regularly … ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: Actually… err… I mean not always.

Ritesh: You mean to say on some days Uncle opens your blouse and sucks your tits, but on other days he just lifts your sari and fucks you?

Sunita Bhabie: Uff Ritesh, you are incorrigible! You should know that I do not wear a sari on bed of course especially when…

Ritesh: Oho! Got it… got it! You must be wearing a nighty! But… I mean back to the core question of him: Do you get a regular sucking there?

Sunita Bhabie: No, I mean he does… err… press and squeeze them, but not always does he suck them.

Ritesh: Okay… so did you get what you wanted to know?

Rickshaw-puller: Certainly Sahib, but since Madam is saying her husband do not suck them always when she meets her, I might have a trying time getting out the milk.

Sunita Bhabie: Do you mean to say women of my age who gets a regular sucking on their breasts will have milk?

Rickshaw-puller: I do not know Madam, but I have seen our village doctor getting milk from breasts elderly women who were bitten by crabs at sea. Even he squeezed out milk of a woman who had a son of 20 years!

Sunita Bhabie was stunned to hear that and looked utterly confused.

Ritesh: Okay Bhabie, lets not believe in his words. He needs that milk to complete the cure for you and lets see if he can do that.

Rickshaw-puller: Sure Sahib!

Ritesh: And what do you want to do for that?

Rickshaw-puller: One second Sahib…

Saying that he separated 3-4 big leaves, which were definitely of different variety from what he collected from outside and had used in the paste he had prepared. Then stretched out his lungi on the floor. His monstrous cock was hanging in the air and moving to and fro attracting Bhabie’s attention and of course mine too.

Ritesh: One sec… let me wipe this off with it.

Bhabie had stood up from Ritesh’s lap and she was slightly limping as the wound was on her toe. Her gorgeous round ass showed a red bruise, which that rickshaw-puller was licking moments ago. Ritesh now took the lungi and quickly wiped off the drops of precum that accumulated at his penis head. Bhabie stood naked as shameless as ever and watched that.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, can you check and tell if your nipples have become soft or not?

Sunita Bhabie: What? I mean why?

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Rickshaw-puller: That’s a precondition Madam.

Ritesh: Ha ha… But my dear, since Bhabie was sitting on my lap for sooooooooo long, how can those be soft so quickly?

Sunita Bhabie looked down at her bare tits to check her nipples and both males were also directly looking at her exposed globes.

Sunita Bhabie: Err… I mean… Hard.

Rickshaw-puller: O… okay Madam… but I need to apply this leaf stalk on them… Sahib, what to do then?

Ritesh: Simple yaar! Bhabie, you just imagine that you are not with me. Do not look at us and visualize that you are alone at home; then obviously your excitement will come down. But… but keep your eyes off our lunds… ha ha ha…

Sunita Bhabie: Aha… ‘visualize that you are alone at home…’

She imitated Ritesh.

Sunita Bhabie: What about this?

She openly indicated at her nakedness to the two males.

Sunita Bhabie: Do I remain like this at home? Rubbish!

Ritesh: Oho! That’s a point! But I wish you always remained like this Bhabie… all the time… Bilkul nangi! Ha ha ha… Anyway, you start and don’t waste further time.

Rickshaw-puller: Okay Sahib, as you say. Madam, come and sit on my lungi like this.

Saying that he himself demonstrated what Bhabie needed to do. He crouched on the lungi and knelt down on his knees and then placed his body weight on his hands. It reminded me of mama-ji when he used to play with me in my childhood. He knelt and moved about in the room on his knees being a horse and I used to ride him. I was shocked to see that posture being demonstrated to Bhabie. For any matured woman this pose was rather susceptible and obscene, as all of her intimate parts would remain awfully exposed. Moreover, Bhabie being completely naked, I presumed that she would look alluringly inviting in that posture.

Rickshaw-puller: Is it okay Madam?

Sunita Bhabie: My God! That’s the last thing I wanted to do…

Ritesh: But yaar why this specific pose?

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if Madam stays like this her breasts will be hanging in the air and this will actually help accumulate milk at the tip of the nipple.

Ritesh: Hmm… I see. But Bhabie must be familiar to this pose… why Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: How come I could be familiar with that pose?

Ritesh: You mean to say Uncle never asked you to be like this on bed? Bhabie, come on!

Sunita Bhabie: No, I swear!

Ritesh: Don’t tell a lie! Come on! Not even a single day in your married life you have been like this on bed!?!

Sunita Bhabie: No! I am telling you naa..

Ritesh: Is Uncle a man or a ‘mamu’? Ha ha haa…

Sunita Bhabie: Meaning?

Ritesh: Arre Bhabie! Let me explain. Suppose you meet uncle on bed. He is making love to you. Okay?

Sunita Bhabie : Hmm.. Hmm…

Ritesh: You both are naked. Right?

Sunita Bhabie: That’s quite obvious Ritesh… anyway continue!

Ritesh: Now instead of routinely going through the same fucking style, one day he could easily have asked you to be like this. Arre! If not for anything else, at least for foreplay pleasures! I am surprised that he never told you.

Sunita Bhabie appeared visibly frustrated at his husband’s efforts regarding sex.

Ritesh: Arre! Husbands having plump wives do use this menthol more for simple viewing pleasure. Bhabie, this way your gaand would look more prominent and attractive and since you have heavy boobs, they would look all the more beautiful this way. I wonder why Uncle never…

Sunita Bhabie: Huh! Anyway… no use talking about your Uncle!

Bhabie stepped forward on the lungi and folded her legs to sit on her knees. Then she bent forward and kept her body weight on her hands and positioned herself perfectly for a doggie style fucking! She looked so sexy and inviting I wondered how those two males controlled themselves seeing this ‘hot’ piece of meat waiting for them! I noticed they simultaneously scratched and stroked their cocks as Bhabie was getting into that pose. I was shocked to see the rickshaw-puller openly massaging his monstrous cock taking his hand throughout the shaft of his stiff rod as if he was ready for pistoning!

And in the next half an hour what happened was the hottest thing I ever saw.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, please be standstill in that pose. Sahib, to make things happen quickly if you help me a bit…

Ritesh: Sure! Anything for my dear Bhabie… Ha ha ha!

Rickshaw-puller: Nothing much! If you can help her getting stimulated quickly; actually the more quickly she gets kindled, the quickly the milk will flow from her breasts.

Ritesh: Ha ha… I want to drink Bhabie’s milk surely!

Sunita Bhabie: Can you just finish it fast… please?

Rickshaw-puller: Sure Madam sure.

The two men quickly positioned themselves round Bhabie’s plump naked figure. The Rickshaw-puller placed himself near Bhabie’s belly area and Ritesh went towards her legs patting her round smooth butt cheeks. The rickshaw-puller then rubbed some leaf extract on his both palms and directly cupped her hanging coconuts!

Sunita Bhabie: Ouch!

The rough hands of this low class man suddenly cupping her bare tits must have given Bhabie a wholesome shudder creating a very much appreciable quiver as that man kneaded her big swaying globes.

Rickshaw-puller: This I have learnt from our village doctor. He says – just do it as if you are milking a cow – once squeeze the cow’s udder softly, then squeeze it tightly. I am just doing that…

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Ritesh: C-o-o-l beta! Bhabie, are you listening? He is treating you like a cow. Ha ha ha… Let me act out the buffalo then… Ha ha ha…

Saying that Ritesh crouched at Bhabie’s rear and held her two butt cheeks in his hands and started smelling her asshole. He was poking his nose so wickedly in her asshole that Bhabie had to virtually wag her huge ass vigorously to feel comfortable!

Sunita Bhabie: Ei Ritesh…. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… stop… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

In no time I noticed Ritesh was furiously groping her big round ass with both hands and also fingering her pussy and asshole in turn. Both holes were widely open and visible due to her clumsy posture. Ritesh took full advantage of it and seemed all geared up to fuck Bhabie in the doggie style! He was stroking his lund time and again now and checking its tightness. The rickshaw-puller naturally looked exceedingly excited cuddling and squashing Bhabie’s dense pendulous boobs with both hands.

Ritesh: Uffff Bhabie! W-h-a-t a gaand you keep under your sari dear! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Any male would die for it!

Ritesh’s hand now went to her robust thighs and he started caressing them very firmly while the rickshaw-puller was getting relatively proactive. He was not confined to massaging Bhabie’s juicy boobs only, but had taken his head very near to Bhabie’s mouth and obviously was looking for an opportunity to kiss her.

Sunita Bhabie: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! What am I doing! Oh Godddddddd! Such fun….. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As Bhabie gasped for air, the rickshaw-puller touched his lips on Bhabie’s and started sucking her lower lips. Bhabie had no control over her and even though anticipating this, did not protest at all and was more than eager to get kissed by this roadside dirty man. I am sure he must have been having some pungent odor in his mouth and I noted that reflected also momentarily on Bhabie’s face, but she was so much sexually stirred up that she just carried on the way things went. Needless to say that man was extremely keyed up and energized seeing Bhabie responding to his moves without any inhibition. He was so much thrilled and motivated that he took Bhabie’s left arm and made her hold his erect thick cock! Bhabie somehow balanced on one hand in that doggie pose.

I could realize the scene was heating up very crudely and both men definitely had plans to fuck this plump ‘meat’. Ritesh on the other hand was rubbing Bhabie’s well-formed thighs with both hands and feeling the tight flesh. The rickshaw-puller was openly kissing Bhabie’s face and also occasionally moving to her earlobes making her to moan constantly. Ritesh was moving up from Bhabie’s thighs towards her hips and further upwards towards her hanging melons. In no time he grabbed Bhabie’s tits cupping them and squeezing them. Bhabie got rather stirred up at this move and the rickshaw-puller readily sensing that started kissing her, biting and sucking her lips and they were soon lip-locked!

I was amazed to see Bhabie responding so passionately to this dirty low class man! It seemed as though she was being kissed by Uncle only in her bedroom!

Bhabie was by now totally involved in the caressing of Ritesh on one side and that rickshaw-puller on the other and was giving open encouragement to both of them to fondle her simultaneously. Ritesh got his grip very firm now on Bhabie’s big tight tits and was now kneading her breasts very, very firmly twisting her nipples with his thumb and middle finger. The next moment rickshaw-puller too joined hands with him and took Bhabie’s breast directly in his hand, while Ritesh groped the other one. That man also squeezed her tight flesh and started pinching and pressing her nipple making her go wild with exhilaration.

I could well realize that it was impossible for Bhabie to stand this double dose of love, especially at this age, and she was gasping for breath already. Ritesh now went to her front side and took her lips in his mouth and began sucking them. The rickshaw-puller now caught hold of Bhabie’s both boobs and was giving her some very tight squeezes there. I noticed that his palms were significantly large and Bhabie’s big round tits got nicely accommodated in his palms. Simultaneously he was thrusting his very long cock into Bhabie’s ass crack making her whole body jerk with every thrust. Bhabie’s nipples were protruding out from her boobs like two large round gbangs willing to be sucked and juiced out.

Obviously by this time both men had full erections and wanted Bhabie to suck their pricks. Both males came to stand in front of Bhabie now and she remained in her kneel down position thereby making the scene perfect with the two dangling cocks right in front of her lips. Bhabie started stroking Ritesh and the rickshaw-puller using both her hands very effectively. Bhabie literally looked like a perfect randi serving her customers!

Sunita Bhabie: Ummmmmmmm…. Uuuuuullllllllssssssssssssss!

Bhabie was creating all sorts of weird sounds as she sucked and stroked the two erect dicks.

Ritesh: Suck, suck… suck more… Sali!

Ritesh now bent a little and cupped Bhabie’s naked boobs again and the rickshaw-puller was enjoying the whole thing as he held Bhabie’s head so that it was fixed on his cock only.

Ritesh: O-k-ay… Bhabie. Enough sucking, lets us suck you for a change now.

Saying that he pushed Bhabie down on the floor and as she landed on her ass, she cried out probably due to the cut mark on her ass made by the crab. None of the males paid heed to that and jumped on her like two hungry lions on a helpless goat. They both started licking and biting her boobs. Two hot tongues met Bhabie’s already very erect nipples and as Ritesh hungrily sucked one, the rickshaw-puller rolled his tongue on the other making Bhabie squirm aloud and made her more restless for the fuck.

Ritesh glided down her bouncy globes and began probing his tongue deep into her navel. As Ritesh descended for navel kissing, I noted that the rickshaw-puller again attacked Bhabie’s lips. He must have liked Bhabie’s soft juicy lips immensely! His wife must not be having such rosy and luscious lips like Bhabie’s. Ritesh in the meantime went further down and reached Bhabie’s hairy choot and spread her legs wider to open her vagina for as if a public view. He took his mouth in front of her choot and was observing it for some time! Then there was no looking back and he began licking the outermost wall first and then was approaching the clitoris, which was already swollen like a small bulb! I could see every detail from my position the way Bhabie was vulgarly exhibiting her treasures. Ritesh was literally chewing the clitoris and sucking her and bringing her hot juices, though I noted the flow of her juices was definitely pretty diminished in amount.

On the other hand, that low class man was having a real gala time kissing Bhabie lip-to-lip and fondling her handful tits while twisting her swollen nipples time and again. Now he left her lips and stood up and again brought his massive dick to her mouth. I had never seen Bhabie so energetic throughout this trip! She willingly opened her mouth wide welcoming the monstrous size. The rickshaw-puller inserted his stick inside her open mouth without wasting a second and Bhabie started sucking his dick making loud noises. Literally it was a very steamy affair and I was surprised to note that Bhabie was handling this twosome affair pretty expertly like any high priced call girl!

Both the rickshaw-puller and Ritesh were now openly churning out all sorts of noise of sexual exuberance. That man’s large dick was pushing Bhabie till her throat and she was visibly unable to accommodate it fully, but was trying her best to do so. Ritesh’s licking had reached its maximum slurp as he was milking out Bhabie’s choot with his crafty tongue. Ritesh probably had reached the limit of his control over his lund and now simply wanted to fuck Bhabie with his erect prick.

Ritesh spread Bhabie’s legs wide and he pushed them as wide as he could opening her choot fully. Ritesh quickly positioned himself for the fuck and held her lund and inserted it in the right spot. He held Bhabie’s naked thighs and started ramming his prick deep inside her pussy. Bhabie’s whole body was jerking like anything and the room was filled with wild ecstasies produced by Ritesh and Bhabie. I was still in a state of shock to see the condition of this housewife, who was till yesterday so decent and sharing time with his husband.

The rickshaw-puller was as if fucking Bhabie’s mouth now as he saw his “Sahib” going for the kill. He gyrated his hips and pushed his thick lund in and out of Bhabie’s mouth like a piston. Bhabie was now truly looking like an English porno movie actress as I had seen in VCDs doing a twosome with so much ease! Both Ritesh and that man had increased their pace considerably and Bhabie was now perspiring profusely in so much excitement. Her big round boobs were dancing and jiggling with each stroke of Ritesh in her pussy and she was out of breath trying to accommodate that monstrous cock of the rickshaw-puller’s in her mouth.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaa Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaa….

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Bhabie was yielding such a rhythmic hum with each thump from Ritesh. Bhabie was so much stirred up and stimulated that she cummed very soon and Ritesh also exploded his cum within her pussy. Ritesh emptied his balls inside her choot filling her with his thick cum.

Ritesh: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The energy level of Ritesh seemed to have been sucked by Bhabie’s choot and he was clinging to Bhabie’s big naked gaand exhausted. Bhabie also was pretty exhausted and fell on the floor and rested there.

Ritesh: Uuuuuuuh! Bhabie, what a body you have! It felt so great fucking you! Aaaaaaaaaaah! I feel like taking you to my home.

Bhabie was silent; naturally was too much worn out by this twosome affair. Ritesh kept his head on Bhabie’s naked buttocks and rested for a while.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib! What about…

Ritesh: Oh! Sure! Go ahead! Now its your turn…

Ritesh made way to the rickshaw-puller and he was all charged up to fuck Bhabie.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaah! Please wait…

The rickshaw-puller was by that time fully energized to push his dick inside Bhabie’s pussy and so expectedly her meek request went unheard.

Sunita Bhabie: Please, please I cannot take that…

Bhabie seemed to be a bit frightened and indicated to the man’s huge-sized cock.

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Your pathway is so broad that you can even accommodate two cocks… Lucky Uncle! He has rammed you so many times… Aha!

Sunita Bhabie: Ei… give me some time to…

Ritesh: Bhabie, time is precious. You just enjoy what you are getting!

The rickshaw-puller was waiting for his Sahib to give the nod.

Ritesh: You motherchod! What are you waiting for! Fuck that randi… Sali, you just wait… I will take another shot.

I noted signs of fright on Bhabie’s face for the first time. She could well understand now that these two males would not leave her easily especially after the way she had been liberally exposing in front of them for such long time.

Sunita Bhabie: Slowly… slowly please…

The rickshaw-puller had already positioned his erect cock with his right hand into Bhabie’s sticky choot and started entering her with full force.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…. P-l-e-a-s-e…. slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y…

He just started banging Bhabie with his big stiff organ and it looked like a hot iron rod inside her hairy choot. The insertion of this mega dick was making her squirm very loudly. The size of his cock was visibly making her uncomfortable and she was violently twitching and turning on the floor. Her 40-year-old very matured choot was tested to the maximum by this rickshaw-puller’s lund. Manohar Uncle’s cock must be of moderate size and Bhabie must be very much used to that size and today when she was fucked by Ritesh moments ago, she again experienced an average-sized cock, but this one was… Gosh!
A truly thick rod and very much well nourished.

The rickshaw-puller was more charged up by Bhabie’s shrieks and yells. He inserted his full dick inside her and was thumping her choot with his all his might. Ritesh was also watching this hardcore erotic display with an open mouth. I could clearly see Bhabie had run out of her steam and getting this very hard ramming in her pussy she was virtually knocked out. The action on the floor was reaching new heights as the rickshaw-puller lifted Bhabie’s legs in the air and spread it fully.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaa…. Ohhhhhhhh…… Ohhhhhhh….

Bhabie continued to utter joys of ecstasy, but clearly there was a pain componenet associated with each shout. It seemed to me that this man would tear her apart the way he was fucking her. Within moments the rickshaw-puller was on the verge of orgasm and Bhabie was also approaching her second!

Rickshaw-puller: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Ooooooooo……

Ritesh: Come on Bhabie! Come on!

Ritesh was cheering up Bhabie to match the fast paced rhythm of that man. Sunita Bhabie now jolted herself - her body throwing upward and she came violently along with that man pumping his seeds inside her. Bhabie seemed to have collapsed taking this fuck and remained almost motionless. On the other hand, the rickshaw puller also looked thoroughly exhausted and his body remained still over Bhabie’s naked body.

Ritesh: My friend, what a fuck you had! Oh!

Bhabie’s choot looked all wet and her pubic hairs stuck together with the cum of these males and her thighs and belly also had stains of cum. After some time, the rickshaw-puller lifted himself up from her body and Ritesh also looked recharged by this time. Bhabie still was unable to recover from simultaneous fucks and was still resting on the floor.

Ritesh: What happened Bhabie? Get up!

I could clearly sense that Sunita Bhabie was in no position to get up at that point of time, but Ritesh seemed quite impatient.

Ritesh: Bhabie…. Bhabie!

Sunita Bhabie: Please… give me some time… please…Aaaah!

Ritesh: What’s your problem? Any pain there?

Saying that he indicated to her choot. Bhabie nodded.

Ritesh: Okay, don’t worry! I will balance that.

Saying that, he pushed Bhabie to roll over on the floor.

Sunita Bhabie: What… what are you doing Ritesh? Leave me alone… please. I am having so much pain… Aaaah!

Bhabie’s plea fell to deaf ears and Ritesh readily made her to lie on her stomach and he rode her on the back. Though Bhabie was trying to protest, she was rather weak after the double dose of fucking and Ritesh could easily stretch himself on Bhabie’s back and started rubbing his limp cock on her butts. He adjusted his cock right inside her deep ass crack and started thumping her. Bhabie already had ran out of steam mostly due to the intense fuck by the rickshaw-puller ramming his monstrous cock in her vagina and now with this action, she was virtually ripped apart. Ritesh had got back the energy level that he had lost after fucking Bhabie and now was vigorously slamming his lund into Bhabie’s ass crack. He pushed her hands off her sides and revealed her boobs again under her body and inserted his hands again squeezing them tightly.

Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, p-l-e-a-s-e… Leave me, I can’t take any m-o-r-e…

Ritesh: Shut up you bitch! Aaah…. Aaaah! What a gaand this randi has! Ohhhhhhhhooo!

Ritesh’s waist was literally dancing over Bhabie’s wide naked ass and she was puffing at each whack! Ritesh probably enjoyed this “ass fuck” action a bit too much humping Bhabie’s naked fleshy gaand and he ejaculated pretty soon. He designed Bhabie’s big butt cheeks with his cum and seemed to be enjoying every moment of this lewd action.

Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, I mean… will I not get a second chance?

Ritesh: Sure yaar! Come on! She is free stuff! Fuck her ass, who cares!

He got down off Bhabie’s back and before Bhabie could even react to get straight, the rickshaw-puller rode her and tried to insert his large erect dick in her ass hole. Unlike Ritesh, he separated Bhabie’s ass cheeks and broadened her ass crack with both hands and tried to locate the hole exactly and then tried to insert his rod there.

Sunita Bhabie: Please, leave me… have mercy on me. I… I really had a very tough time taking you. P-l-e-a-s-e… have mercy on me! Ritesh, please…

Ritesh: What mercy! Tear her ass hole!

The rickshaw-puller did not waste a second and started exerting pressure on Bhabie’s tender asshole and she was yelling in pain. I could well understand that his thick cock was just too much for her and Bhabie was now crying in anguish as he was knocking hard on her asshole with his lund and was kneading her fleshy ass cheeks with both hands. Seeing her boobs free, Ritesh jumped on them like a hungry lion. He grabbed both boobs and gave them tight squeezes and then started kissing the nipples making Bhabie writhe on the floor in excitement, though it was very, very short-lived as the pain she was experiencing overshadowed everything.

Sunita Bhabie: I b-e-g of you …. Ooooooooooo! Please leave me. I am having a lot of pain… Uuuuuuuuu…………. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….

Bhabie for the first time was crying now and I could well realize she was having a lot of pain in her asshole and choot. Consecutive fucks must have given her great pleasure, but since her discharge was very minimal, she must have undergone a lot of pain in her choot especially taking that man’s big lund and now consecutive attacks on her gaand had brought tears in her eyes.

Ritesh: Hey you! Do it slowly!

Some good sense still prevailed in Ritesh as he warned that low class man, but he seemed to be in the mood of tearing Bhabie’s asshole the way he was thrashing her gaand.

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaaaaaaaa… Uuuuuuuuu…. Ooooooooooooh! P-l-e-a-s-e….. I will die if this continues… R-i-t-e-s-h… s-a-v-e m-e….

Ritesh: I can ask him to stop, but on one condition Bhabie.

Ritesh indicated to the rickshaw-puller and he momentarily stopped his rhythmic action.

Sunita Bhabie: Uuuuuuuuu…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh…

Ritesh: You have to allow me to fuck you when we are back from this vacation.

Sunita Bhabie: Uuuu… but… but my husband will be there!

Ritesh: So what?

Sunita Bhabie: What do you mean? Uuuuuooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…. Uff!

Ritesh: That’s your headache Sali… You will send him out of the house while I will raise your sari. Got it?

Sunita Bhabie was unable to reply anything to this indecent proposal.

Ritesh: Otherwise you will come down to my place in the evening when I am back from office and spend the evening with me. Do you agree or not?

Sunita Bhabie: O… okay. But please leave me now. Aaaah!

Ritesh: Okay. Leave that randi… she had enough for a day!

Ritesh handed over the lungi of that rickshaw-puller to Bhabie.

Ritesh: Clean yourself with that.

He got up and got into his shorts and the rickshaw-puller also was up from his seated position. He was still standing stark naked. After Bhabie was complete with her wiping on her gaand and choot, she handed over the lungi to that man who took it with a smiling face. Sunita Bhabie was still sitting on the floor fully naked and now she was trying to get up with Ritesh’s help. I saw the rickshaw-puller took the crushed leaves and mixed his saliva in it.

Rickshaw-puller: Madam, before you stand, please lift your gaand once! Since you did not produce the breast milk, I had to use saliva to make the paste. He he...

Sunita Bhabie: Aaaah! Ohhhh! I can’t… let me stand.

Bhabie stood with Ritesh’s help and the rickshaw-puller sat behind him with his face at sniffing distance from Bhabie’s naked haunches. He applied the paste on her ass on the cut mark created by the crab and also on her foot. Finally as he ascended from his crouching position, he slapped Bhabie's gaand once.

Rickshaw-puller: Perfect Madam! Don’t worry about the wound now, should be dry in a couple of days.

Now that everything was almost over, I wondered these males might search for me and I realized that I needed to make my entry back to the temple. I quickly got out of my hidden place and walked briskly to the temple door. Strikingly the place was still desolate though I could figure out a couple of foreigners bathing in the sea at a distance. I waited for a while and got back into the temple and pretended to be very concerned about the injury Bhabie sustained from the crab-bite.

Me: Are you done? Did the antidote work?

I noticed the rickshaw-puller had worn his lungi by that time and Bhabie also was able to wear her brassiere. I noted that she trembled a bit realizing her almost naked state in front of me especially in the presence of two males. She tried her best to cover herself quickly, but Ritesh was still playing shameless pranks with Bhabie.

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! It’s Anita only! She is no outsider. Take your time. Yes, Anita. It worked perfectly.

Bhabie actually was trying to wrap her petticoat on her waist, but Ritesh quickly picked that up.

Ritesh: Ishh! It’s still wet! Hey you… get it dried in the air.

Bhabie was a bit confused what to do and stood with her blouse in her hand. Her legs and thighs remained bare and her naked choot was still glistening even after wiping!

Me: Bhabie, are you feeling okay now?

Sunita Bhabie: Y… yes. But the pain is still… Ufffff!

Bhabie replied as she wore her blouse. She was simply looking awesome standing in that room just clad in her blouse and bra!

Sunita Bhabie: But… I need to wear the sari… ask him to give me the petticoat.

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Wait a minute naaa… he has gone out to dry it.

Sunita Bhabie did not argue and stood like that. Ritesh and myself were both looking at her exposed long hairy choot. She really looked ravishingly sexy like that!

Sunita Bhabie: Let me wear the sari and then will slid the petticoat underneath.

Ritesh: As you wish. But… but Bhabie… I thought you were wearing a panty when you went to the sea!

I noticed Sunita Bhabie’s face reddened; she was of course not expecting that sort of an intimate question in my presence from Ritesh. I also was quite stimulated inside seeing the whole hardcore action some moments ago and took this opportunity to add spice to the air.

Me: But Ritesh, how would you know that?

Ritesh: Arre Anita… When I was holding Bhabie in water I could feel her panty inside the sari… ha ha ha…

Me: Bhabie…. See this naughty boy!

Sunita Bhabie: Huh!

Ritesh: But where did that go?

Me: Hmm… Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: I… I….

Ritesh: Oho Bhabie … Lets not hide from Anita!

Me: Tell me naaa Ritesh… Tell me naaaa…

I pleased Ritesh as if it was the most important piece of information for me to know. Sunita Bhabie’s panty!

Ritesh: Actually Anita, you know what happened…. Well, when we went into deep waters, we were bathing and having a great time, I heard a mild shout from Bhabie…

I looked at Sunita Bhabie once. Her face was a poster of annoyance. Naturally.

Ritesh: Initially I could not understand a thing and then when waters receded a bit Bhabie said there is something inside her panty!

Me: What?

Ritesh: A small fish somehow got inside Bhabie’s panty due to the water spurting at that spot!

Me: My god!

Ritesh: What a place the fish had chosen. Ha ha ha….

Me: Then?

Ritesh: Bhabie was so scared that she was only jumping in water and was unable to check the fish out there. So I had to do the noble duty!

Ritesh smiled wickedly at Bhabie.

Ritesh: I lifted her sari and petticoat and tried to get the fish out of her panty, but the water was so forceful that ultimately I had to pull down Bhabie’s panty to get the fish out.

Me: Oho…

Ritesh: Then actually we were almost washed out in a wave and her panty slipped from my hand in the water.

Me: Bhabie, did you not search for that?

Sunita Bhabie: I… I mean… no actually I could not see it any more in the water.

Ritesh: A fish must have swallowed it… such good taste…. Ha ha ha….

In the meantime, the rickshaw-puller was back with the petticoat.

Me: Shall I help you Bhabie?

Sunita Bhabie: Please…

I helped her wear the sari and she looked decent after a ‘very long’ time. Bhabie was experiencing a good amount of pain as she walked and was unable to take steps properly. Though she explained to me that it was due to the crab-bite, but I knew it was the effect of the bulldozer double fucks she had with Ritesh and the rickshaw-puller.

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Anita will be back in next part. Mujhe jhelne ke liye sukriya yaarlog!

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Nothing much happened thereafter as we started our journey back to home from Waltair that very evening. Neither Manohar Uncle nor Rajesh was unable to get the least hint of what happened during our morning bath. Coming back to where I was presently, I felt like standing almost in a similar situation - the only changes being Sunita Bhabie was replaced by me and Ritesh was replaced by Guru-ji! The bathtub was a closed area and standing there with a male with milk covering the floor of the tub was making me rather uneasy, probably more so because the thoughts of Bhabie and Ritesh were still playing vividly on my mind.

I looked at Guru-ji. He was the same calm towering personality with his huge stature depicting as if eternal serenity. Since I had spent significant time with him, though the fear in me was gone, but still I always remained coiled in a shell in front of him.

Guru-ji: Close your eyes Beti and pray to Linga Maharaj so that your “snan” is successful and you are absolutely pure before the “Yoni Puja”. .

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Also close your eyes and do not open them till this milk covers you till your thighs…. till this area you know….

Saying that he gently touched my naked smooth right thigh pointing a spot. His fingers were warm and unknowingly my whole body trembled for a second. Guru-ji prolonged his touch on my bare thigh as he gave some additional direction.

Guru-ji: Anita, this time keep your hands above your head for the prayer…

Me: O… okay Guru-ji.

He removed his hand off my naked leg and I followed in toto. I closed my eyes and folded my arms and raised them above my head. I could realize my strapless bra getting tighter on my globes inside my choli giving me a giggly feeling. The water level was also rising now covering half of my legs. With my eyes closed, I could sense Guru-ji getting to my backside and a mild brush of his hand on my skirt-covered hips confirmed that. I could hear Guru-ji chanting some Sanskrit mantras right behind me while I continued to pray to Linga Maharaj regarding my purity through this bath.

Within a minute I could feel that the milk level was crossing my knees and my thighs were getting soaked. I was getting very conscious as the level was rising and approaching that area. Since my thighs always remain covered by the sari, I was having an eerie feel as I felt milk was gushing up in that part of my body. I waited patiently to open my eyes till the milk reached the spot, which Guru-ji had indicated on my thigh.

Guru-ji: Has it reached the spot that I…

Me: Yes, Guru-ji. IO was about to tell you.

He looked at my naked legs half covered now with milk.

Guru-ji: Great!

He indicated through his hand to Sanjeev to stop the milk flow into the tub and Sanjeev also readily stopped the motor.

Guru-ji: Anita, now that you are bearing Chandrama’s sacred power in your body parts encased in those tags, you must cleanse your body for the ultimate goal. I will act as the medium to help you in this purification process, as you have seen in my other approaches also.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I will chant this mantra and you also need to chant this simultaneously with me throughout the cleansing process. Okay?

I nodded in agreement.

Guru-ji: Before going into the mantra, let me warn you that you are not allowed to speak anything in between till the Doodh Sarovar Snan is over. As the medium I will help you to get purified. I will also help you gain full strength and potential in all your sex organs that you have attained through Chandrama by releasing the tags.

I was till such time looking at his eyes while he was talking to me, but now listening to the last few words automatically my eyes got lowered in natural shame. Several questions started to cripple my mind, as the tags were located on my thighs and navel, boobs and buttocks, and one was there on my pussy!
-How will Guru-ji take off the tags?
-Will he insert his hand inside my blouse to get the tags off my nipples?!?
-Will Guru-ji lift my skirt from the backside to get the tags off my ass cheeks?!?
-Will Guru-ji pull down my panty and see my pussy to get the tag out of it?!?

I got a spin in my head. I looked helplessly and blankly at this Godman. Guru-ji looked composed as ever.

Guru-ji: I know Anita what’s going on in your mind!

Me: No… err… I mean…

I quickly lowered my face again to hide my shame. My face was all red and I blushed feverishly.

Guru-ji: I know Beti… its natural. You being a female and more so a married lady.

Me: Err… actually yes Gu… Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: What did I say Anita? “I will help you”… I never said I will take off the tags from your body, but as a medium my effort will be restricted in aiding you accomplishing the full potency for “Yoni Puja”. Don’t worry about that at all; I will explain from time to time what to do; you just concentrate on the mantra that I give you now.

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

I was feeling much relieved hearing that and I noticed he indicated Sanjeev to restart the motor and within seconds milk started to flow inside the tub again. I noted that this time the ripples were quite forceful inside the tub and I had some difficulty to maintain my balance as the milk kept gushing out in full flow into the bathtub.

Me: Ouch! Uuuuu….

That reaction came out naturally off my mouth as milk had already entered inside my skirt!

Me: Err… sorry Guru-ji!

Guru-ji: What happened Beti?

It was rather difficult for me to explain why I exclaimed. I wondered what to say.

Guru-ji: What happened?

As he repeated his question, I had to reply something. More so, as he asks with such authority that there is hardly a way to avoid him.

Me: Actually… actually the level had risen quite significantly err... that’s why… Aaaoooo…

I could not hide my expressions as the gushing milk soaked my panty completely and I felt the lukewarm milk covering my pussy and ass.

Guru-ji: What happened now?

He was smiling and I knew that I was caught. The milk level was gradually approaching my waist now!

Guru-ji: So you got scared feeling the milk below your skirt? Ha ha ha…

Guru-ji’s laugh reverberated in the small tub and I nodded shyly not raising my head in shame.

Guru-ji indicated Sanjeev to stop the motor. It was a rather tricky situation for me as the fluid level was covering me halfway about my ass - half of my buttocks were above the milk in the tub. Moreover, as I was wearing a very short skirt, I found myself in a fiddly state. Due to the ripples inside the tub, naturally my miniskirt started to float making my butt cheeks and frontals exposed time and again. I tried to keep the skirt intact on my legs with my hands, but failed to do so properly. I looked outside for a second and noted that both Sanjeev and Uday were enjoying the scene with my skirt floating in water exposing my panty.

Guru-ji: Beti, I am starting the mantra! Please concentrate here. I will give you instructions in between, but as I warned you earlier, do not speak anything other than the mantra, no questions, nothing; otherwise you will face the wrath of Chandrama! Okay?

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

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Guru-ji: Jia Linga Maharaj!

Instantly I was fully alert to grasp the mantra with my hands folded in front of my bosom. I closed and my eyes and tried to concentrate ignoring about my skirt. Guru-ji began to chant the mantra standing behind me.

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

I repeated.

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

Guru-ji: Anita, you just stick to this mantra…

Saying that he continued to chant other mantras loudly and his voice resounded on the tub walls building up a meditation ambiance. I did not know how the milk inside the tub was constantly undulating, which was giving me some imbalance. I somehow kept my mind focussed on the mantra and paid no attention to my skirt condition as it was floating very awkwardly exposing my panty-covered big ass. The hymning of the mantra went on for a couple of minutes after which Guru-ji talked, but I continued on repeating the mantra.

Guru-ji: Beti, you just carry on with the mantra and don’t stop. Now to empower yourself with the fullest celestial power, you need to transfer the tags off your body to your medium.

Guru-ji looked at my almond eyes and paused for a second.

Guru-ji: Beti, let me explain so that it’s easier for you to grasp. Do not think those tags as just pieces of papers – they are divine and specially mantra-chanted and worked upon with through yagya. Now that you have Chandrama’s power, you need to transfer those tags to your medium and in turn the medium will dedicate them to Linga Maharaj. Remember, each tag change has to undergo within the purifying medium.

Guru-ji held my shoulders from behind very casually while talking.

Guru-ji: I am your medium and hence you need to transfer them to me. Your mind should only concentrate on the mantra while your body will follow my instructions. Just relax and do as I say. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

Guru-ji: Since your legs are fully covered with water, I shall start with your thigh-tags. You take off the tag off your skin, turn towards me and put it on my thigh. One tag at a time. Okay? I will guide you to paste it on the right place. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I extended my hands down to peel off my thigh-tag and as I did that naturally my gaand protruded out and Gosh! Guru-ji was standing right behind me and I clearly felt a hard rod on my smooth rear globe, which was nothing but Guru-ji’s erect lund inside his dhoti! I quickly tried to reposition, but I could feel a clear thump on my butts, as Guru-ji’s lund poked my buttocks!

Guru-ji: Oh! It’s very difficult to stand still here. Anyway, have you picked it up Beti?

I turned towards Guru-ji with the tag in my hand. He held my hand and guided me towards his left thigh. Our hands were under the milk and his grip was so firm on my hand. He raised his dhoti almost to his waist and steered my hand on his thigh. I felt his warm hairy thigh. I was waiting for him to say to stick the tag there, but to my utter disbelief he made me feel his thigh with my hand! What was he doing? If this is what I have to do on his thigh, what about my pussy tag! Oh my God!

Guru-ji: Beti, please don’t mind… as I need to pick the right spot before I ask you to paste the tag. Yeh! Here… paste it here.

I pasted the tag and was relieved. Same thing happened while sticking my right thigh-tag onto his body. I felt so embarrassed as he made me feel his entire naked right thigh!

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… Jai Linga Maharaj!

Me: Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum… Om Mani Padme Hum…

I was relentlessly chanting the mantra that he had given me.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev start the motor… Now, Beti, the tags on your hips.

Milk again started pouring into the bathtub in full flow through the pipeline. I swallowed a breath, as I knew it would be highly discomfiting.

Guru-ji: We will wait just a minute before the milk entirely covers your…

I was so thankful to him that he did not use the word “gaand”. While transferring the thigh-tags I had faced Guru-ji and I was still standing like that with my big boobs looking like two searchlights pointing towards this Godman. Guru-ji now held my shoulders and back and made me turn away from him. He was standing very close to me and my whole body brushed his tall 6’ stature. My whole body trembled as the milk level had risen almost to my navel now.

Guru-ji: Now, it’s okay. Take off the tags, one by one.

I took my hand to my back. Thank God! The lower part of my body was under the fluid level, which in fact made me much less shy to complete this act. My small skirt had already coiled up near my waist and my whole ass and my pussy were totally exposed under the milk except for my tiny soaked panty. Guru-ji must have been watching me as I guided my hand on my ass, as he was right behind me. How very shameful! I quickly inserted my fingers inside my panty and took out the tag and turned to face him.

Guru-ji: Good!

Saying that he grabbed my hand and guided it towards his buttocks! Since I had to reach Guru-ji’s hip region, I had to virtually compromise to a hugging posture and my big, tight breasts naturally got pressed on his body. I tried to maintain a decent posture, but the ripples created inside the tub due to the milk gushing in and Guru-ji holding my hand made me lopsided and my entire body weight was on his body, not to mention that my round sizable boobs pressed and rubbed on his chest for a few seconds.

Guru-ji: Beti, just a second, till I get the right spot.

He made my hand go inside his dhoti and traveled on his naked gaand. I closed my eyes as I was chattering the mantra and felt incredibly shy. He was an elderly man, almost like my father, and my fingers were traversing on his naked hips – I couldn’t believe that I was doing such a brazen thing!

Guru-ji: Now the other one Beti…

Milk had now covered me almost till my breasts and I was really finding it difficult to stand properly and what happened in the next couple of minutes turned my face literally red till my ears!

I quickly got out the other tag from my bottoms and as Guru-ji held my hand with his right hand and dragged me gently towards him, I lost my balance and almost slipped. Guru-ji held me in the nick of time and embraced me with his left hand. I also grabbed his waist for support and in the process I was so close to him that my both boobs got fully pressed on his body. I did not know how I was still babbling on the mantra as I clearly felt that he dragged me more close to his body so that my rubber-tight mammaries kept tightly pressed on his chest. He guided my hand towards his hips and my face buried in his shoulder/upper chest due to the fluid pressure inside this smallish tub.

Guru-ji: Let me hold your waist, otherwise you might slip…

He was making my hand feel every bit of his naked ass cheek and I even felt for a second his ass crack! His right hand was holding on to my hand while his left hand, which was initially on my back, now slid straight onto my buttocks. I did not know in which dictionary “the area he was holding to” is called “waist”!

My skirt was already up and floating in the milk around my waist and Guru-ji directly touched me on my ass. I could feel his fingers feeling and tracing my wet panty and then placed his full palm on my wide right ass cheek! His right hand was guiding my hand over his own gaand and his left hand was feeling the tightness of my gaand!

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I gasped for air as I still continued with the mantra. His body had a very strange aroma, which was making me weaker and as a result my firm and upturned tits were getting pushed more onto his chest. I could feel my nipples growing hard within my soaked blouse.

Guru-ji: Okay, paste it here.

At last he ordered and I was able to somewhat ease out.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Sanjeev, stop the flow.

Now I was standing in the tub with milk rippling near bust line. My blouse was completely soaked along with my strapless bra inside. Thank God! The tow males outside could not see me in this state as milk was comfortably covering me.

Guru-ji: Now your breast-tags Beti.

I inserted my fingers within my blouse in front of Guru-ji as I prattled the mantra. It was a rather difficult task though I managed to get the tags off my nipples in the sexiest way possible with Guru-ji watching me constantly. I was still unable to stand properly on the tub floor as the ripples were continuously created within it. Guru-ji held me by my waist with one hand while his other hand guided me to stick the tags on his nipples.

Guru-ji: Now the last one… the most important one also!

He indicated my pussy-tag and instantly my face was red in natural shame. My throat was getting drier, not only for constantly gibbering this mantra, but also in anxiousness. I took both my hands to my panty and stretching the waistband of my panty with one hand I inserted my other hand inside it and took out the tag.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Sanjeev start the motor.

I was rather shocked to hear this command from Guru-ji because already the milk level was significantly high covering till my bosom and if further fluid gets in I will be submerged! But there was no way that I could question him due to his prior warning. This time I noticed that the milk was filling the tub in double volume and within the wink of an eye, my shoulders were almost covered. Guru-ji being a tall man was still comfortably standing.

What happened in the next few minutes was no less than what I saw of Sunita Bhabie while bathing in the Waltair sea!

Guru-ji: Give your hand Anita.

As the milk was still rising and the ripples created thus were more forceful I had to take help of Guru-ji to stand properly. I myself held his body and stood very close to him. He held my right hand, which was holding my pussy-tag, and took it down towards his crotch! With his other hand he embraced me and this time the embrace was so natural and compelling that I could not but accept it. I touched his lund, yes, his naked lund, which was dangling in milk outside his dhoti, and he made me feel the whole length of huge thick cock. He had embraced me tightly now to his body and my boobs were pressing fully on his flat chest. Automatically my body also bent towards him though I had closed my eyes in shame, excitement, and anxiousness.

Guru-ji was making me feel every inch of his naked lund inside the milk cover and honestly I really enjoyed touching such a well-nourished cock! I was much astonished to see the stiffness of his cock considering his elderly age. It was very firm and upright and its length would more than impress any married woman.

Ignoring his guidance I myself gripped Guru-ji’s ‘khada lund’ it in my own way to feel it completely. Naturally I was pressing more onto his body and Guru-ji was an experienced man and realizing that I had somewhat succumbed to this action, he quickly changed his posture. Guru-ji stepped back one step and leant onto the bathtub wall and gently pulled me towards him. I was more than eager to get close to him and his right hand steered me again on his thick erect cock, but his left hand was no longer on my back, but he placed it to my right side just below my ribcage!

Guru-ji was virtually making me stroke his cock and as soon as I embraced him tightly with my free hand in excitement, I felt his hand, which was just below my ribcage now progressing towards my twin globes. Though he behaved as if he was trying to provide me support by holding me, but within seconds I felt his palm on my right breast. Guru-ji practically was supporting my bent body by grabbing my mammary!

The minute I felt a grab on my breast, automatically my grip on his lund tightened and my pussy was getting wet also. I was trembling in excitement though I still was whispering the mantra! Guru-ji now pushed my hand down to his balls and I went completely out of my head and started caressing his balls! My face was buried on his upper chest and I was rubbing my wet lips there. Guru-ji could well realize that I was pretty much excited sexually and he was taking control on me.

Everything was going on in that ‘milky’ environment with Sanjeev and Uday watching us from outside!

Guru-ji: Anita… Beti… Hey, Anita! Paste that tag on my lund…. here!

I was as if hypnotized and followed his instruction, but still was holding onto his proud masculinity. I saw him raise his hand once above his head and suddenly there was an eerie sound! I looked up in astonishment, but Guru-ji calmed me.

Guru-ji: Don’t worry about that Anita, just continue with the mantra in your mind. It must not stop at any cost. This is a test for you. If you stop, the vengeance of Chandrama will be on you then and you will not be able to achieve your goal.

Hearing that I tried to recompose myself, but I was so very excited inside that I was longing for more. Interestingly, as Guru-ji spoke his left hand was still feeling my boob flesh and his long stiff dick was almost poking my crotch!

I could realize that milk had stopped gushing into the tub now, but surely something was getting in as the milk inside the tub started to turmoil. As I result, I was submerged till my neck and had Guru-ji not been holding me, I surely would have slipped in this fluid undulation. I did not know what was happening, but the milk got very much turbulent inside the tub with that eerie noise and I had a rather tough time to keep my head above the milk. I started nodding my head violently indicating it was impossible to continue like that with milk entering my nose, mouth, and ears.

Guru-ji: Om Mani Padme Hum… I will take care of you Beti so that you can continue with the mantra.

Then what Guru-ji did was so unexpected and awkward that I was left speechless and astounded. Guru-ji being a tall man was not having any trouble with the milk gushing up and he just effortlessly lifted me up so that I do not feel milk on my face!

Guru-ji: Beti, don’t feel ashamed. I am your medium and I must ensure that you complete each step of this “Doodh Sarovar Snan” successfully. You navel tag is still left and then to complete your purification you need to dip six times in his holy milk. Jai Linga Maharaj!

It was a bit too much of a compromising situation for me. I was practically sitting on his hands in my lifted posture and my legs were encircling his waist. I was very much aware that my miniskirt was virtually nonexistent now and Guru-ji was directly feeling my wet panty-covered ass flesh on his muscular arms. His face was inches away from my toppling breasts and my choli being fully wet had slid down considerably and I was displaying almost down to my nipples shamelessly.

Guru-ji: Peel off the tag from your navel and paste it on mine.

I followed his instruction while being in my lifted position. It felt so awkward to be like that hanging in the lap of an elderly person, myself being a matured married woman. I did stick to my task of whispering the mantra in my mind, but was definitely getting weak by the minute. Though I knew I should not think in this way, but surely Guru-ji must have been enjoying every bit of it lifting up a plump woman like me that too in complete wet condition. Afterall he was also a human! I looked down at his face to see his reaction, but he was as calm and composed as ever!

Guru-ji: Anita, now the last part. The final purification. Don’t worry about this turmoil in the milk, I am here and I will help you to take the dips so that your snan is perfect and complete.

I was much relieved as Guru-ji dropped me partially off his arms towards the floor, but did not release me fully of his embrace and now just my head and neck were out of the milk. My legs did hang in the air (actually in the milk), as he gripped me close to his body, but unfortunately my condition was more miserable, as Guru-ji was in fact hugging me by grabbing my ass with his hands and holding me so that I remain in a somewhat raised condition too! I was very much aware of his fingers digging into my panty and tight ass flesh. I had to hold his shoulders to keep balance and now my tits were constantly brushing his face.

Guru-ji: Do continue the mantra Beti…

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My mind was going very wayward in this erotic posture. Guru-ji dipped my head gently into the milk while I was in that embraced state. I could feel Guru-ji palms gripping my buttocks very firmly and simultaneously he was making me press my boobs more onto his flat chest as I took the first dip. His face was almost touching my face and I was unable to control myself anymore. My heart was beating like a drum as I was getting a full frontal hug from Guru-ji as I completed the first dip. My whole body from head to toes was now wet with milk. The whole setting was so sensuous and provoking that my mind simply stopped working. Honestly, till such time I was responding to Guru-ji’s touches, but in a somewhat controlled manner, but this time I shed all of my self-consciousness and hugged Guru-ji equally tight. It was as if I was hugging my husband and I closed my eyes to take the full ‘masti’ out of this “Doodh Sarovar snan”!

Guru-ji being an experienced campaigner easily realized my sexually charged up condition; instead of coiling up within myself due to such lewd closeness to an unknown adult male, I was actually exhibiting clear predilection to this action! Any other male would surely end up fucking me in that milk tub, but Guru-ji was truly a man made of different steel! If any other normal man would get a fully developed woman, moreover married, wearing this sort of a tiny skirt and choli, fully submerged in milk, what would he wait for? One delicate snatch would tear off my choli – it was so sopping wet and my skirt had been floating around my waist for a long time now – so there was practically no cover underneath also on my starving choot except for my near nonexistent wet panty!

Guru-ji’s face surprisingly was portraying the same embodiment of calmness and patience though his hands were taking full measures of my big round gaand. He could have easily slipped his fingers inside my panty or in fact pull it down as well since I had completely surrendered to him. I was already much enthralled feeling his cock’s strength and thickness and now when I was intimately hugged by him for dipping my head into the milk, I felt like as if he was my dream man of whom I used to fantasize before my marriage! His big statue, well built body, his arm strength, his broad hairy chest, his firm grips, his body odor, everything seemed s-o-o-o inviting. Moreover, this locale was so inciting and rousing that I was bound to think in that way only!

Guru-ji completed the six dips that I needed for my purification and all along I remained glued to his manly body. He must have enjoyed the weight of my heavy breasts on his chest throughout and honestly during the last two dips I was so stimulated that I was licking and biting his neck and shoulder as I felt his cock pressing on my panty when he was dipping my head in the milk.

Finally Guru-ji broke the silence. I did not notice that the eerie noise had stopped and the milk also had ceased to be turbulent any more. He now descended me to the bathtub floor, but I had to raise my neck so that my mouth remained above the milk.

Guru-ji: Well done Anita! You have successfully completed the snan. You can stop the mantra now. Jai Chandrama! Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai ho!

I was in no position to stand properly as my whole body was too much sexually stimulated. I could clearly feel drops of honey leaking out of my pussy and it itched vigorously to get inside a manly tool. I somehow managed to hold Guru-ji’s hands and stand properly. As I breathed heavy, I tried to reorganize myself, but my body seemed not in my control any more! I already got almost mad by his touches on my intimate body parts and naturally now the urge was clearly from my side to get physical.

Guru-ji: Anita… Beti, do you feel better like this?

Guru-ji did not even complete the sentence as I realized Guru-ji’s stout hands came up to my breasts and directly grabbed them inside the milk cover! I was naturally overjoyed by this action in my already stimulated state and embraced him shyly. Guru-ji felt my boobs unhindered from the front with his hands and massaged them copiously. Then he pulled me close to his body and hugged me. He embraced me with one hand and his other hand went inside my skirt straightaway. My face turned red as he touched my panty front directly on my c-h-o-o-t! I realized Guru-ji was inserting his finger inside my pussy through my panty! I did not know how to react but was thrilled so much by the whole action that my whole body was covered with goosebump.

Guru-ji: Anita, surely this will make you feel better.

Saying that Guru-ji started finger fucking me and as if my pussy’s floodgate was open! My whole body jerked and I embraced Guru-ji very tightly. My big juicy boobs were pressing very tightly on his chest as I embraced him.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuu… Ooooooooo…. Oiiiiiiiiiiiii…. Maaaaaaaaaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

This went on for a few seconds till I started discharging. I continue to tremble in excitement though Guru-ji looked rock solid.

Guru-ji: Anita… Anita… Calm down. Behave yourself!

Me: I can’t Guru-ji… I can’t. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. I want to ….

Guru-ji: Anita, you are on a holy mission. Do not spoil it by your emotions. Okay, if you feel comfortable this way, let me do it a little longer.

He fucked my choot with his finger feeling my vaginal walls and simultaneously supporting me with his other hand scanning my whole back and time and again sturdily cupping my butt cheeks over my panty. I was moaning and desperately biting his broad shoulder and scratching his whole naked back with my fingers.

Guru-ji: Beti! Pacify… Pacify yourself!

Guru-ji stopped his finger fucking after a minute and I continued to writhe in his arms. He waited for another minute probably and also gave me some time to enjoy the togetherness.

Guru-ji: Anita, don’t forget, you have come here for a purpose.

Me: Uhh…. Uiiiiiii Ummmmm! I can’t control myself Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Okay, I will let you a few more minutes till you complete an orgasm.

Saying that he somewhat forcefully detached himself from my body though I was trying my best to cling to him. Surprisingly he behaved in a very calm and composed manner though I could feel he had a fully erect dick under his dhoti getting intimate touches of my matured female body. Guru-ji positioned himself slightly differently so that I was not directly in front of him, but to his side. I closed my eyes as I was feeling hot juice was coming out of my choot and I was literally shaking in extreme exhilaration.

Just then I felt Guru-ji’s palms on my mammaries and he openly and very directly started massaging my tight round tits effortlessly over my blouse.

Guru-ji: Beti, I know its very difficult for any woman to ignore her sexual feelings at this stage, but you have to do that.

While talking to me Guru-ji with his hands was thoroughly feeling my firm globes, which were now almost fully out of my scanty choli. I could feel his fingers crawling on every inch of my big breasts.

Guru-ji: Hold me tight, but Anita also try to have control on your mind. Okay?

I was in fact for the first time trying to control myself now after I have had some adequate discharge. I was trying to think of Rajesh, but frankly my husband was getting overshadowed in my mind by Guru-ji’s very lively physical presence.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev… Sanjeev, we are almost done.

When he called Sanjeev even, he was still pressing and cupping my boobs and as my boobs again got directly pressed like that, my eyes automatically got closed in contentment and I began to take heavier breaths while I pushed my mammaries shamelessly more into his palms.

Me: Ouuuuuuu….Eiiiiiiiiiiiii……..

I was shocked to see what Guru-ji was up to! On one hand he was calling his disciple and now had almost inserted his hand inside my blouse. Being a tall man that he was easy, it was quite easy for him to push his hand through into my creamy flesh from a higher angle. Now he was eager feeling my upper breast area and the bulge my boobs were creating due to the presence of my bra. He traced my cleavage with one hand and also felt my cheeks! I was again staring to lose control at this sudden erotic behavior by Guru-ji. What he was advising me moments ago and what he was doing now were totally contradictory!

I again tried to embrace him and was feverishly biting his chest and shoulder area and rubbing my face on his hairy chest. I could hear Sanjeev knocking at the bathtub door though I was in no position to face him.

Guru-ji: Wait a minute Sanjeev.

He said loudly and then lowered his voice and whispered in my ears.

Guru-ji: Beti…. Anita! Now that you are absolutely purified, our duty becomes to thank Chandrama and Linga Maharaj.

Me: Guru-ji… I…

My condition was pathetic. I tried my best to reorganize myself.

Guru-ji: See, this water will take off all the stickiness of milk from our bodies.

I opened my eyes and was surprised that there was virtually no milk any more within the tub and clear water had replaced it! I was so engrossed in my encounter with Guru-ji that I did not realize it at all! Clear water was gushing in through another slit and in no time I was cleaned of milk and the stickiness!

Guru-ji: You just stay still and do as I direct.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Guru-ji went to my backside and then made me fold my arms in front of my bosom while he immediately poked his enormous manhood into my firm round ass. He pressed me from behind in such a way that my full gaand pressed on his crotch and his face was touching my face and shoulder. He positioned his arms in the form of prayer below my hands and placed his arms skillfully through my armpits. It was an awful posture and of course very much compromising for any woman, but at that moment I was too much euphoric to think about those!

Though Guru-ji murmured some mantra, I was only interested in his hands, which expectedly came over my fully developed mammaries and pressed them adequately from the sides with a simultaneous poke on my large gaand with his “khada lund”. Slowly I felt his fingers crawling off my hands, which were held in the form for a prayer and were retracting to rest on my boobs! As Guru-ji was embracing me from my back and his arms were passing below my armpits, he was of course in a very advantageous position to exploit me more. As he whispered the mantra, I felt he was again cupping my boobs and nudging my taut flesh with both hands. Till such time I was trying to hide my emotions, but this time I was knocked out.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Orrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I had to push my arms a bit, as I felt Guru-ji trying to move up my boobs and I realized he had plans to insert his fingers once again into my choli! My wet choli and bra were virtually nonexistent and within the wink of an eye Guru-ji’s fingers could explore directly to my nipples! For the first time Guru-ji skin-touched my nipples inside by blouse and my condition was just “Oooooh Laaaa laaaa!”

Automatically I was pretty much charged up and was protruding my large enough ass hard on his erect dick. I could feel some little humps also from Guru-ji to make things more exciting for me! He held both my nipples and twisted and pinched them gently, which made me go absolutely wild. I could feel Guru-ji was pushing more of his palms into my choli and I doubted his hand pressure would tore off my choli! I could clearly realize that he was pushing up my wet bra off my boobs to feel my naked “doodh” in a better way.

My eyes were closed; my nipples rock hard; my pussy was leaking like anything and my whole body was jerking in sexual jubilation. It seemed I was in a dream state being thoroughly groped and felt by Guru-ji in this special bathtub when suddenly there was an interruption! I heard Sanjeev calling loudly and trying to say something to Guru-ji!

Oh no! What a reckless end to this wonderful buildup!

Guru-ji quickly got out his hands off my choli and looked outside. I also was somewhat alerted though still in a “comma-state”. I noticed that the tub was now completely empty! No water! No milk! I did not even notice when the water was driven out of it! My whole body was expectedly sopping wet and naturally my wet clothes were just not enough to salvage my dignity.

Guru-ji: Yes… yes, what’s it Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: Guru-ji, I notice clouds are covering up the moon. We will have difficulty then performing the Yoni Puja.

Guru-ji: Oh no! I did not notice that. We must hurry up! Thanks for making me aware.

How could he notice? He was so absorbed with my inviting 27-year-old “jawani”!

Guru-ji: Beti, you are half way through and we must have the moon at the end of the yagya. But if rains come, things will be difficult for you only! So, let’s hurry up and go for the Yoni Puja.

Honestly at that moment I was not at all in any frame of mind to think about the moon or the Maha-yagya, but was only keen to get physical. But to my absolute amazement, Guru-ji was preparing to leave me and was about to get out of the bathtub!

How can a normal man do this? I clearly felt his rock-hard lund on my body many times during the snan and the way he cupped and pressed my boobs clearly signified that he was also sexually stimulated! But… But he just left me so nonchalantly…. knowing very well that I would not have objected even if he had striped and fucked me right inside the bathtub! Am I not attractive enough to gather Guru-ji’s full attention? My mind was wandering in blind lanes as I saw that six feet tall structure getting out of the tub!

Me: Guru-ji… p-l-e-a-s-e…

I moaned softly; Guru-ji looked back once at my eyes and gave me a strong stare with crooked eyebrows and got out of the tub.

I looked on as I noticed he said something to Uday and Sanjeev. They nodded. Then Uday handed him over a fresh dhoti and to my complete disbelief Guru-ji simply opened his wet dhoti in front of us all to wear the dry one. I had never seen a man changing his clothes like this! He was completely naked with his thick lund hanging like a big ripe banana in the air! Guru-ji stroked his naked erect cock with his right hand, looked up at me once, and then wrapped the dhoti quickly at his waist. He could have easily used a towel, but he did the whole thing so casually that it seemed there was no one there!

Sanjeev: Madam, come down.

I was still visualizing Guru-ji’s mega-size lund in my mind.

Sanjeev: Madam, come down.

Though I was fully steamed and geared up for a fuck and badly needed some tight meat in my choot, I had to respond to Sanjeev’s call. I slowly stepped out of the tub. The grass was wet due to the nighttime dewdrops. It felt so good under my bare feet. But suddenly as I noticed the long hungry stares of both the males standing in front of me made me aware that I was heavily exposed in my scanty wet outfit.

When I glanced down I saw my strapless bra could be seen out of my choli as Guru-ji had dislodged it while caressing it and I had to shamelessly put it in place facing the two males. I somehow pushed my firm boobs into the cups of the brassiere from outside and adjusted the choli to look decent to some extent. I soon realized that my wet skirt had coiled up over my buttocks and my panty was totally exposed from behind! I briskly restored that to cover my butts fully.

Uday: I will make a move Madam, as I need to get things arranged for your Yoni Puja. Nirmal should be coming any moment to accompany you and Sanjeev.

Uday left the place and I stood alone with Sanjeev in the open. I noted that the moon was hidden by thick black clouds. A rain was probably on the cards as a cold breeze was also blowing.

Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here or go to the room?

Me: What?

Sanjeev: I mean…

Nirmal: Madam, how are you? How was your snan Madam?

The “one and only” dwarf had arrived! And his unnecessary use of “Madam” before and after every sentence he spoke irritated me the most at that time. My boobs were rather taut under my wet bra and blouse with my pussy dripping adequately in my panty. I was in position to talk, especially to a matured male! I noticed he was ogling at my exposed body and seemed as if would eat me up with his greedy eyes.

Me: Snan was o… okay. How are you?

Sanjeev: Madam, will you change here?

Sanjeev repeated his question.

Me: Here… in the open?!?

Sanjeev: Don’t shy from us Madam. We are all disciples of Linga Maharaj now.

Me: But…

Sanjeev: Did you not see Guru-ji change in front of us?

Me: Ye… yes, but…. (How can I forget that? His Maha-lund! Ufff! Awesome meat!)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nirmal: Most women after this snan change here only Madam because if you go the room you will have to undergo certain rituals again.

Sanjeev: Nirmal is right Madam. The directive is to go to the Yoni Puja directly from Doodh Sarovar Snan. If you go to a room for changing or for using conveniences, you will have to undergo the “Sodhan Parva”.

Honestly I was in no mood to undergo anything further and was least interested to know what that “Sodhan Parva” was.

Me: No, no. I don’t want to get into anything more right now.

Sanjeev: Wise decision Madam.

Nirmal: Madam, you should not stay any longer in these wet clothes; you better get out of them quickly. You are not accustomed to the village cold.

Sanjeev: Right. Right. Madam, take this towel and cover yourself and get rid of your wet clothes.

Me: But… but I need to…

Sanjeev: You want to go to toilet once… right?

Me: Yes, yes… but how did…

Sanjeev: How did I know? Madam, I have attended so many Doodh Sarovar snan sessions… ha ha ha… I know very well what you women need after the snan.

He smiled wickedly looking at me and felt so very exposed in front of him.

Nirmal: Madam, first change your dress. Don’t stand any more wearing those wet things.

Nirmal seemed too much eager to see me change my dress in front of him. I looked around timidly for a proper cover, but none was there.

Sanjeev: Madam, don’t feel shy… I am telling you.

I thought it was useless to waste any more time on that and turned away from them and placed the towel on my chest are and took my hands below it to unhook my blouse. Both males were standing right behind me and they must have been feasting on my completely bare back as I got rid of my brassiere too.

I was wondering where to keep my wet bra and choli and Nirmal was ready to help!

Nirmal: Give those to me Madam.

As I handed over my wet upper garments to Nirmal he was very much aware that I was standing topless with just a towel cover on my big tight boobs. Just then a mild breeze started to swipe and my nipples got very much hardened getting its feel. I was feeling so tight on my boobs that I took my hands once again under the towel cover to squeeze my assets once to breathe easy. Then I quickly dried off neck, shoulder, and tits saving my dignity as much as possible.

Sanjeev: Here is the fresh set Madam.

Saying that he handed me my brassiere. I took that without turning my body and quickly got into it and felt much comforted. Then as I just completed wearing my choli, Nirmal was there with his trademark comment again!

Nirmal: Madam, you can turn towards us… It is very odd to stand like this. He he….

I was so irritated as I was still trying hard to pull up the neck of the choli to cover my amply exhibited cleavage.

Me: I am not done yet.

I said strongly as I pulled off the towel from my tits and wrapped it around my waist.

Nirmal: O… okay Madam. As you wish.

Sanjeev: Madam, what to give first? The skirt or the panty?

The question was so offensive and spoken so reluctantly that my ears got red instantly. I was also confused for the moment as I was not at all habituated wearing skirts.

Me: I mean… the skirt of course… no… err give my the pan… I mean…

Sanjeev: Ha ha… you seem o be confused Madam. Do one thing - open both your skirt and panty and then wear one by one.

Nirmal: Ha ha ha…

My whole face turned red in shame and I felt so irritated and humiliated being a married female standing like that in front of two adult males.

Me: Give the skirt…

Sanjeev readily handed me the skirt and I opened the knot of my towel at my waist and unfastened the hook of my skirt and had to wriggle my ass significantly to get it to my feet as it was sopping wet and sticking to my body. It must be a pretty energetic show to those males as I waggled my big gaand under the towel to drop down the skirt to my feet. I only knew how difficult it was to wear a panty while two men were breathing at my neck! I sighed a relief when I was fully dressed (fully!) and started wiping my thighs dry with the towel.

Nirmal and Sanjeev had come to the other side and now facing me.

Sanjeev: Now Madam, use this to wipe off your face, you will definitely feel better.

He handed me a scented handkerchief and as I mopped my face and hands, it felt very refreshing. I needed to urinate and had to tell that to these males.

Me: Sanjeev, I need to.. err I mean go to the toilet…

Sanjeev: You have to do it in the open as I said Madam…. You can go to that corner and do it.

Nirmal: Don’t worry Madam, we will stay here… Ha ha ha…

Sanjeev: He he he….

I did not know what made me smile and I did that very foolishly in front of the two and I hurried away from the spot as I was rather keenly interested to poke and scratch my vagina as it was itching to the limit! I was sure Sanjeev and Nirmal were looking at my swaying round hips inside the miniskirt, which must be looking rather sexy. I casually dragged the hem of my skirt as I walked, but to no effect as the fabric of the skirt was not stretchable at all.

As I walked down to the corner I was thinking that this was the second time that I had to sit in the open to urinate in the last few days coming to the ashram and on both occasions someone was inspecting me! I cannot think of such instances in my life at the city/town. In general I try to avoid pissing when I am out and if emergently required I still try to avoid the ladies toilets available in the markets or public places because I feel very awkward to piss in front of other girls even. The scene inside is also rather offending as each one coming and pulling up their saris shamelessly and sitting down emitting all sorts of hissing sounds. I feel very shy and uncomfortable out there in that setting. But this setting also, in the open, was equally offending, as I had to void before male eyes!

But there was no way out and my whole body was almost aching now to piss. Walking to the remotest corner possible, I raised my skirt like a collegegirl and dragged my panty down to my knees and sat down on the grass. The hissing sound of my pissing was flouting the silence of the night and I was sure Nirmal and Sanjeev was able to hear my peeing - very, very clearly! I was feeling s-o-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o-o-o ashamed till the last drop trickled off and I raised my panty up again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We proceeded now to the ashram building again and reached the Puja-ghar. The Puja-ghar was illuminated by a big “yagya agni” and much heat was also emitted by it. Guru-ji was sitting right in front of that. His face and upper body glowed in the orange-yellow light of the fire; he was chanting mantras and throwing flowers etc. into the fire, and his large body habitus honestly looked rather ominous in that setting. I noticed that Uday and Rajkamal were already present in the puja-ghar and now Nirmal and Sanjeev also joined with me.

Guru-ji: Welcome Anita! By the gace of Linga Maharaj and Chandrama you have reached the pinnacle of your yatra in the ashram. Jai Linga Maharaj!

There were “asana” placed just beside where Guru-ji was sitting. He indicated to take my seat there. All the other four males kept standing facing us. I sat on my knees so that I did not make an unnecessary upskirt show to the men who were standing just opposite to me.

Guru-ji: Beti, I require paramount concentration from you in this session and you have to be absolutely inhibition-free while attending it, otherwise the whole effort will go as a waste. Okay? And do respond from time to time so that I can understand you can grasp what I say. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I will discuss the aspects of this Yoni Puja and will interact with you as needed so that you can grasp the whole idea and every bit of the dialogue is effective for your future pregnancy.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Fine. Let me proceed then. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I tried to concentrate hard on Guru-ji and in fact the milieu was such that my entire focus was in fact on the Godman!

Guru-ji: You know Anita, Yoni Puja has been practiced from long ago, mainly as a part of “tantra”. I have acquired this skill from my Guru. He is no longer alive today. I will pass on this special skill to one of them who in turn will carry on.

Guru-ji looked at his disciples. Sanjeev, Nirmal, Rajkamal, and Uday – all were listening to him with great concentration.

Guru-ji: Yoni Puja… the basic idea is rather than worshipping the 'Yoni' in the symbolical form, using for example a statue or a painting, we do a "live" worship. This is also called "stri puja" which indicates that worship is directed to a living Yoni of a real woman. Getting what I mean to say?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good. And today YOU are the goddess whose Yoni will be worshipped so that your womb is blessed with a child.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: You must remember that the whole process of Yoni Puja is a secret process and that’s why I could not call any of your family members in this. Moreover, the effect and preparations for this ritual include means of heightening mental and physical responsiveness to erotic stimulation, some of which you have already passed through and of course you would not have been comfortable doing all that in front of your family members or husband. Isn’t it Beti?

Me: Yes Guru-ji. Absolutely.

Guru-ji: Even this Maha-yagya dress would not look decent to them… isn’t it? That’s why it’s done secretly and privately.

Guru-ji paused for a while only and then continued again.

Guru-ji: Beti, you know, in “tantra” Yoni is the symbol of love and worship. That’s why in order to plunge deep into the Yoni Puja, you must be aware of the love tips and tricks as you are a married woman.

He paused again but only for 2-3 seconds.

Guru-ji: Do you agree that a marital relationship broadly rests on the physical relation between the husband and wife?

Me: Yes.

Guru-ji: Then do you agree that you must know the proper ways to execute love making with your husband?

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Good. Anita, you might find the questions that I put forward now a bit offending or a bit too personal, but if you do not share you will not be able to know the right keys to your love making success. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: The first and foremost thing is the venue? You must be having sex in your bedroom Anita?

I was a bit taken aback by the question. It was too straight. Especially considering that I was answering in front of four other males!

I nodded.

Guru-ji: Can you briefly describe your bedroom?

Me: Yes… I mean… it’s just like any other bedroom, nothing special Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: You did not get me. I want to know the position of the bed, how many windows and doors are there in the room, fans and lighting arrangements, toilet is attached or not…

Me: O! I see. Okay Guru-ji. In my bedroom there are two windows and one door. There…

Guru-ji interrupted.

Guru-ji: When you meet your husband do you keep the windows open?

Me: Ye… err… I mean mostly yes. They are of course curtained.

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… That’s expected Anita. No need to mention that.

I smiled shyly. And there was a slight roar of laughter from the audience – Sanjeev, Rajkamal, Nirmal, and Uday.

Guru-ji: Anyway, continue.

Me: The bed is in the center of the room and the fan is also just above it. A small toilet is attached to my bedroom though it’s newly constructed.

Guru-ji: Okay so it seems that you have a cozy and convenient environment while meeting your husband on bed.

Me: Yes, mostly.

Guru-ji: And the attached toilet is a positive step towards lovemaking. What about the lighting arrangements?

Me: You mean…?

Guru-ji: Yes, when you are on bed with your husband how much illumination the room has?

Me: Err… the night lamp…. I mean the night lamp is only switched on.

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Guru-ji: Beti, I asked you how much illuminated the room remains?

I started feeling nervous as I was unable to figure out what exactly he wanted to know.

Me: Err… its…

Guru-ji: Anita! Are you not getting me? I want to know are you able to see your husband very clearly?

Me: O! No Guru-ji. Of course not with the night lamp.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Okay. Whatever information I gathered from you it seems other things are pretty okay except for the light. Let me brief you on this.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: The bed position seems okay, just below the fan, the windows must also remain open while you are engaged in sex. Attached toilet is a plus as I said. Regarding illumination it is important to have proper lighting for passionate and interesting lovemaking. You of course don’t want to make it a routine job, isn’t it Anita?

Me: Of course not Guru-ji, but its getting to that end only.

Guru-ji: That’s why I am elaborating on these things! Use something brighter than the night lamp if you want to excite your husband.

I was keenly listening now as there has been some ebb in our lovemaking in recent times.

Me: But Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: I know what you will say. You will feel shy to be naked in more light. Right?

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: I am not asking you to be naked under the tube-lights of your room Anita! Use an amber tint if possible and it would be best if you can put it in a bedside lampshade.

Me: O-k-a-y!

Guru-ji: That will help you both to see each other clearer and the light effect will surely heat up the session.

I nodded.

Guru-ji: And another point to note for you - spread only yellow or cream-colored bed sheets so that the light reflects off your bed giving an exciting effect.

Me: Okay Guru-ji. I will remember that.

Guru-ji: These points might sound simple enough, but it actually helps you to open up to more love. Love demands shamelessness after marriage. If you are bold and creative, your husband automatically will remain glued to you. And when I discuss other techniques, you will yourself know that once your husband feels that love, he will be more open to you sexually and will want to make love more often.

I was mesmerized to his explanations. I loved the way he explained and was surely getting keen to know more.

Guru-ji: Additionally occasionally if you can keep flowers in the room, it also will add to the effect, but mind you Beti, do not try too many things at a time, it will make the setting artificial and uncomfortable for your husband. Can you tell why?

I fumbled, as I was not prepared for a question.

Me: Err… I think… err… I mean… Guru-ji I think…

Guru-ji: Let me explain though you should have been able to reply this Beti being married for three years and well experienced in sex life.

I blushed and lowered my face.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev can you tell?

Sanjeev: Yes Guru-ji. Madam’s husband is habituated to have sex with Madam in a specific setting of their bedroom since they are married for some years now. Suddenly if Madam tries to decorate the room on the days when she meets her husband, he might be apprehensive and uneasy. If Madam was a newly married lady, she could have tried these alterations.

Guru-ji: Good Sanjeev. Anita, did you get it?

Me: Sure Guru-ji.

I nodded as an obedient student of this sexual awareness class! Myself being nearly 30 years of age and married for 3 years was getting education about how to create an exciting atmosphere for my fuck!

Guru-ji: Next is the second most important thing after the ambiance.

Me: What is that Guru-ji?

I asked hurriedly in my keenness to know more and simply looked like a fool in front of these males when Guru-ji replied.

Guru-ji: Obviously your dress code Anita. What you should wear and what not when you go for sex with your husband.

Me: Oh!

I swallowed a breath and immediately felt my exposed state in my current Maha-yagya dress code. I was giving a hefty cleavage show and my rotund legs and thighs were also shamelessly exposed. The very next question made me coil like a snail within myself.

Guru-ji: First let me hear Beti from you what you wear on days when you have sex with your husband?

Me: I mean Guru-ji… normal… I mean nighty.

Guru-ji: Okay, so nothing special on weekends etc.? You always wear nighty while going to bed.

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Okay and what about your inner wears?

I could feel my palms had started sweating as I was replying to these intimate questions. I licked my lips once so that I could remain composed.

Me: Err… nothing… I mean like all women while going to bed …

Guru-ji: Okay Beti, I got it.

I just nodded. I felt very uneasy to share these facts in front of so many people. If it was Guru-ji alone, I would not have probably felt so odd, but the presence of that clumsy dwarf Nirmal and teenage Rajkamal were making me feel rather shy.

Guru-ji: This is another aspect where you need to correct yourself Anita. Since you are only wearing a nighty, you are actually depriving your husband from a longer foreplay. Do you realize that?

I did not quite get what Guru-ji meant. How was I depriving Rajesh if I was wearing nighty on bed without my inner?

Me: Err… no Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, can you explain why to Anita?

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I looked up to Sanjeev again, as he seemed to be the most literate among the four disciples of Guru-ji.

Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.

He paused a little and then started replying to me.

Sanjeev: Madam see, if you come to bed only wearing a nighty without your undergarments, when your husband starts making love, he very easily can make you naked… as you know just pulling up your nighty will make you naked. But if you are wearing at least your undergarments below it, you can easily drag this encounter longer making your husband feel more excited.

I had to lower my eyes as he explained such thing to me in so very direct language. Guru-ji took the baton now from Sanjeev.

Guru-ji: Exactly so. Your husband would love to see you naked Anita, but if the process were longer, his fun would be lengthened. Do you get it now?

I nodded not being able to meet Guru-ji’s eyes in natural womanly shyness. I noted from the corner of my eyes that both Rajkamal and Nirmal were openly scratching their dicks over their dhoti!

Guru-ji: O-k-a—y, so you agree that if you wear your inner wears under your nighty you can ensure better lovemaking.

I again nodded with an almost dry throat because now I was clearly feeling the heat in my ears listening to such things in so much detail.

Guru-ji: Similarly I recommend you to avoid wearing a nighty at least on days when you plan to have a fuck.

Guru-ji looked at my eyes and I was knocked for six to hear the word “fuck” from his mouth directly.

Guru-ji: You start building the habit of wearing a blouse and a petticoat while sleeping. This will help you in two ways. One, you can ride up your bed quickly – just remove your sari and get near your husband. Two, you will look more attractive to your husband in that state.

Me: But Guru-ji after the whole day I also need to relax while on bed. If I wear the blouse…

Guru-ji: Yes I agree because you will feel tightness on your breasts while lying down too.

Me: Yes.

Guru-ji: But you can always open your blouse and bra on bed in front of your husband. Who stops you?

Me: No, no… how can I do that everyday?

Guru-ji: Do what Beti?

Me: No… I mean… actually…

Guru-ji: Don’t shy from me Anita, as I told you at the very beginning. Tell what’s in your mind. Open up.

I gathered courage and said my most intimate things to Guru-ji.

Me: Guru-ji firstly I mean… How can I sleep in absolute topless condition every night? And secondly on many occasions he reads books, magazines till late night and the light is switched on. I cannot just open my … in that light!

Guru-ji: Oh! Okay Beti. For your first problem you can simply always carry a spare blouse while going to bed and change into it without your bra on days when you do not meet your husband. Do you agree to that? If you are not wearing the bra, you will of course not feel the tightness.

Me: Hmm… Okay.

Guru-ji: And your second problem can actually act as a tool to attract your husband more towards you because when you will request him to switch off the light to open your blouse, he might be interested to give you a hug as well! Do you agree?

That was not a bad idea I thought. Rajesh definitely will get some stimulation from that.

Me: Ji guru-ji.

Guru-ji: So Anita, no nighty at night from now on once you get back home. Next comes color.

Me: Color?

Guru-ji: Yes, Beti. Color. Another important aspect when on bed.

I was surprised to know that and was obviously keener to know more.

Me: How?

Guru-ji: Beti, you have to be careful about the color of you blouse and petticoat that you wear when you are going to bed. You have to avoid all shades of red, green, and blue in regard to your blouse. Black, white, and yellow are the preferred ones for your blouse and obviously you need to wear matching colored brassieres.

Me: Okay. I never knew that!

Guru-ji: And same stands for your petticoat also Beti. Blank, white and yellow are the preferred colors. Well, you will be surprised to know that even your panty color can add a certain percentage of attraction or repulsion for your husband!

Me: What?

I almost shouted. I could not stop me reacting like that and immediately felt so withdrawn because the topic was my panty color! Panty color of mine! A married woman nearing 30! By whom? The person who was unknown 4-5 days back! Moreover, four other unknown males listening to this juicy topic! My God!

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… yes Beti. Don’t be so surprised! From now on when you go to buy a panty for yourself, do concentrate on the color too. Only three are preferred colors - black, white, and red.

He paused a little and asked me a dreadful question.

Guru-ji: By the way, what color do you usually wear Beti?

On one hand he was calling me “Beti”, but on the other hand he was forwarding to me the most indecent question! Immediately my “keenness” to know more from Guru-ji vaporized and I felt so very ashamed and honestly felt like diving in the yagya fire!

I fumbled to give any reply and Guru-ji simply made fun out of me taking me to the height of verbal embarrassment.

Guru-ji: Just a minute Beti, you just keep mum and let me check my disciples’ observation skills.

Guru-ji turned his face towards the four standing males.

Guru-ji: You folks have been watching Anita for a few days now. You have known her character, nature, and liking to some extent. Nirmal, can you predict what panty color she would prefer in general?

I was simply astounded, wordless, and remained like an inanimate object with my eyes down towards the floor.

Nirmal: Guru-ji, I think Madam wears mostly red panties.

Guru-ji: Why do you say that Nirmal?

Nirmal: When I talked to Madam, it seemed she got aggravated quickly and red is the symbol of quick temper.

Guru-ji: Okay. Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: I think she prefers blue.

Guru-ji: Why do you say so Sanjeev?

Sanjeev: Guru-ji, when she came to the ashram she had brought one white and one blue panty with her. She must have brought her favorite and most comfortable inner wears here, as this is an unknown place for her. White being a pretty common color, I think she prefers to wear blue panties.

Guru-ji: Hmm… Beti, you must be amused. See, every individual has his own calculations! Okay, Uday?

Uday: I think Madam is romantic in nature and pink is the color of romance. So…

Guru-ji: So, you feel that Anita must be mostly choosing a pink panty under her sari. Okay. That’s not a bad observation. Rajkamal?