Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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When we reached the bedroom I opened the drawer and he began rummaging around. He pulled out each pair and inspected the labels. Once in a while he would set a pair of panties aside on the dresser. When he was finished he scooped up the six pairs and placed them in a clear plastic Ziploc bag he had pulled from his black bag.

"These are definitely from the shipment concerned. I'm afraid I have to confiscate these for testing. But don't worry, I'll give you a receipt. They will be returned to you when all this is over and we have cleared them of any possible contamination." He pulled a marker from his pocket and wrote my name on the Ziploc bag.

I was relieved. "Some of those are my favorite panties," I told him. He smiled and we returned to the kitchen.

"Now, about the panties you have on right now," he said. "I'll have to check those. Why don't you just bend over the table here and I'll quickly check the label." I did as he directed and he stepped behind me and flipped my negligee up.

I felt him grab the waistband of my sheer blue panties and roll it back to view the label." Bad news, I'm afraid," he told me. "These have to come with me." I went to stand up to take them off but he quickly offered to do it, so I bent over again and let him slide my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

"Can I stand up now?" I asked. I was feeling just a little embarrassed. "Of course," he said. "I'm really sorry to put you through this, but it is necessary. I hope you understand."

"Oh, of course, Doctor," I replied.

"Now that we know for sure that you have worn the contaminated panties, I have to do a quick test to see if you've picked up an infection from the parasite. It's a simple test, I just take a saliva sample from your mouth with this special instrument. It's a new technology and the instrument is large and can frighten some people. So just close your eyes till I tell you the test is over."

I sat down as he directed me and opened my mouth wide. I sensed him standing in front of me. "OK here it comes, Nisha. Open wide and coat it with as much saliva as you can. It will swell somewhat as it absorbs the saliva, so don't be alarmed." I felt the instrument enter my mouth and he wasn't kidding! It was quite large and had a fleshy taste. I did as he told me and tried to get as much spit on it as I could. I felt it start to grow in my mouth and as it did he began to work it back and forth. I assumed he was trying to gather as much saliva as he could. At one point he pushed it in too far and I gagged. "Sorry Nisha. Just want to get an accurate reading. OK I'm going to remove the instrument now, but just keep your eyes closed and relax for a minute."

I felt the large instrument pull from my mouth. After a few seconds he told me to open my eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "I'm fine," I replied. To be honest I felt a little flushed and I wasn't sure why. He had removed a vial from his bag and was shaking the contents. "Just combining your saliva with this test mixture, Nisha, it'll just take a second. Uh-oh. More bad news. Looks like you've definitely picked up this parasite"

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. "What does that mean? Is it fatal?"

He started to laugh. "Heavens, no, Nisha. It can give you a bad vaginal infection, but we already have the antibiotics to kill it. I'm going to give you a shot right now and it will most likely fix your problem immediately."

Was I ever relieved! He positioned me over the table again, and flipped up the back of my negligee. "Am I getting the shot in my butt?" I asked. "Can't I get it in the arm?"

"Oh, no, you misunderstood" he replied. "The antibiotic is in liquid form and I need to apply it directly to the site of the infection in the vagina. I'll be using a large syringe and I'll have to pump it while it's inserted in your vagina to ensure I get enough pressure. I need to know that the antibiotic gets all the way up to attack the infection in case it has spread."

"OK Doctor. I'm a little nervous, I can tell you."

"Please don't be, Nisha. I'll be as gentle as possible. I've treated several women in this area and they all said afterwards that they found it pleasurable instead of painful!"

I was reassured. He positioned himself behind me and placed one hand on my lower back. "Close your eyes, Nisha, and this will be over before you know it."

I felt him position the syringe at the entrance to my pussy and slowly push it in. To my surprise it felt quite warm and not cold as I had expected. My God, I thought, it's a huge syringe and so thick! But I was determined to be a good patient and said nothing. He worked it further into my pussy. I realised that what he had said earlier was true. It was starting to feel really good! Modern medicine sure is wonderful. I felt so full down there. That syringe had to be at least 9" long!

"OK Nisha, I have the syringe fully inserted now. How do you feel, are you OK?"

"Yes, Doctor," I replied somewhat breathlessly.

"Now I have to pump the syringe a little to get the pressure up, Nisha. Are you ready? It'll all be over soon."

"I'm ready Doctor."

He pulled the syringe out an inch or so and slowly pushed it back in. He repeated this a few times, then gradually increased the speed of his pumping till the syringe was driving in and out of my pussy like a piston. I realised I was grasping the edges of the table and sweating. He was right, it felt good. I cried out in ecstasy and at the same moment felt the syringe spurt its contents deep into my vagina. It spurted a few times and then I felt it gradually withdraw. I heard him fussing about behind me zipping up his bag. Then he instructed me to get up.

When I turned around, I was a little embarrassed about having cried out like that. He gave me a warm smile. I noticed he had beads of sweat on his forehead. "Are you OK, Doctor?," I asked. "You look a little flushed." "So do you," he said, "but don't worry, I'm fine. It just takes some effort to pump that syringe. How about you, Nisha, how do you feel?"

"Actually, Doctor, I feel great. I wish all medical procedures made me feel like that."

He suddenly seemed in a hurry to leave, mumbling about other calls to make. I wanted him to stay. I felt quite attracted to him even though he was not much older than me. But a few seconds later the door closed and he was gone. I went back to the kitchen still feeling flushed. As I sat down to finish my coffee, I felt warm wetness oozing from my pussy.

Uh-oh, I thought, the antibiotics! I ran to the bathroom, wandering how to keep it from escaping. I reached down and found a glob of it on my fingers. As I was about to try to push it back in, I thought that it looked awfully like sperm. I brought it to my mouth and gave it a quick taste test. It sure tasted like cum.
What a coincidence, I thought, as I pushed it as best I could back into my pussy.

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Nisha the Saleswoman

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Before moving to Canada, Nisha stayed in Bangalore with her husband. This is a story of those times.

N.B. This story is in third person. It seems better suited for these formats.

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The only thing that saved Nisha from being called a dumb woman was that she was too nice. However there was little doubt that she wasn't the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer. Not that she didn't have a certain instinctive cunning; more that she was known by all who knew her as exceptionally naïve to the point of breathtaking gullibility.

Her husband, Vivek, despaired. Despite being a successful engineer, he knew he was more than lucky to have such a hot girlfriend. Apart from distinctive long dark locks, she had a stunning figure -- tall, slim and leggy but with enormous firm breasts and a perfect tight arse -- as well as striking dark eyes and delicate features.

However Vivek was constantly having to guard her against sexual advances from virtually every man who met her. He'd lost count of the number of times when, out for a night in the pub, he had returned from the lavatory to find Nisha being chatted up by strangers.

He'd even had to chase away one man who had been fondling her exposed boobs, claiming he was a doctor who had had to give her an emergency breast check. When he asked Nisha why she'd thought he was a doctor, she showed him a beer mat with some scrawled illegible writing on.

"See, he said doctors were famous for having awful writing and then he wrote down my name. And I definitely can't read it," she'd justified.

Luckily for Vivek, Nisha's job as a receptionist for a local hair salon involved very little unsupervised contact with the opposite sex. All the hairdressers were female, as were the vast majority of customers, and the owner, a matronly woman in her 50s, always kept an eye out for anyone trying to trick Nisha into over-familiarity.

Unfortunately, she herself was tricked by her less-than-honest accountant who embezzled enough funds to send the salon into financial ruin and it closed with all the employees losing their jobs.

Although Vivek made enough of an income for Nisha not to have to work, he'd realised that leaving her home all day wasn't a great idea either when, luckily, he'd come home early to find the window cleaner with his hand up her skirt, fingering her pussy.

Nisha had been indignant when Vivek had attacked him and thrown him out.

"I can't believe you did that! He's a poor blind old man. He was just touching me so that he could recognise me in the future."

However she hadn't been able to respond coherently as to how a blind man could be a window cleaner nor why he had needed to feel her cunt and breasts rather than just her face.

"Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that. Do you think he was just joking then?"

So Nisha embarked on a job search which was also very stressful for Vivek. Finding a role where her naïveté wouldn't be abused proved to be difficult.

In fact after an interview at a reputable bank, Vivek was dismayed to hear that Nisha had been invited back for a second interview.

"Isn't it exciting," she said, "The personnel woman didn't really like me that much the manager took me aside afterwards and said I needed to go back at 6 o'clock tonight so that he could do a thorough physical in private and if I performed to standard I might be able to get a job!"

She didn't really understand why Vivek refused to let her return.

Eventually however, Nisha did land a job that seemed relatively safe and also one at which she might excel.

Interestingly, the role involved organising lingerie parties for an Anne Summers type networking company called Funky Lady. The customer base was female as were the staff. Despite the racy nature of the products, Vivek couldn't really see how Nisha could get herself into trouble. And the reality was that she loved pretty things, had great taste in clothes and would be a superb model for the underwear. It was this latter fact that had finally persuaded Vivek, particularly as Nisha had promised to give him a private viewing every night.

Nisha for her part was really excited that she'd found a role which she could really enjoy. She thought that Vivek was more than a little overprotective and even a bit prudish sometimes. She was a big girl and she could look after herself!

Which perhaps explained why she didn't tell him about some of Funky Lady's more adult products. They didn't just sell mainstream lingerie but also some more specialised role play costumes such as naughty nurse outfits as well as a range of sex toys and accessories.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she thought.

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The night of her first party came quickly and it was a huge success. The party was held at a friend of a friend's house and the 25 or so mostly middle-aged women reacted well to Nisha's open fun style. As the wine flowed more freely, Nisha brought out some of the more interesting items which caused a lot of giggling and joking.

She got a lot of lingerie orders and also sold a few toys, creams and lubricants on the night. She also made several follow-up appointments with some ladies who maybe felt a little shy and didn't want to buy anything in front of anyone else.

Later that week, she knocked on the door of a suburban house, ready for her final appointment of the week. She had with her two good-sized trolley-bags full of lingerie, in her own size, and a varied selection of accessories.

Gangadhar had been reading the newspaper when he heard the knock. In his early fifties, Gangadhar had taken early retirement from his job as a lorry driver the previous month. He was a relatively fit man for his age although his beer belly was a bit larger than it should have been and he was going rapidly bald. Miriam, his wife of 30 years was working a shift in the local supermarket and she wasn't due back until that evening.

When he opened the door, he found himself looking at a goddess. She was in her early-twenties and was wearing a cream business suit made up of a fitted jacket and a mini-dress. Her legs were bare and her matching stiletto heels had tasteful strapping up over her ankles.

Her black hair shone in the sunlight and her dark eyes were wide and inviting if a little vacant. Her figure was astonishing. He didn't think he'd ever seen a woman with such long legs and also such large breasts in one perfect package.

"Oh, hello, I'm Nisha from Funky Lady. I've got an appointment with Padma Kapoor?" Nisha said, surprised that Padma's husband would be around. She'd thought that Padma had wanted to make her purchases in privacy. After all, a lot of them would be for his benefit.

Gangadhar had no idea who Padma was. Perhaps it was because retirement had already become boring; or perhaps it was simply because he'd never before been in the presence of such a gorgeous young woman, but rather than admit his ignorance, he decided that it would more fun to just play along even if it resulted in just a few more minutes with her.

"Padma? She's just popped out but she won't be long. Come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Gangadhar helped Nisha in with her bags and showed her into the living room.

"There you go. Make yourself comfortable. I'll go and make a cuppa. Do you take sugar?"

Nisha sat down and opened her first case while Gangadhar made the tea. As he came back he allowed himself to peak around the corner, before entering the room.

She was sitting on a low sofa so that her legs were exposed to high up her thighs. And, unless he was going mad, she was holding up a bra. He saw that her case was full of lingerie and she had put some brochures on the coffee table. Funky Lady? Obviously this young woman had come to sell underwear to Padma, whoever she was.

"Here we are, milk, no sugar," he said as he sat down opposite her doing his best not to stare up her skirt.

"Thanks, Mr. Kapoor," Nisha replied. "Do you know how long Padma will be? I'm sure we agreed two o'clock."

"Um, yes, that's right. She said she'd be back by now. Let's give it a minute and I'll give her a call to see where she is."

"OK." Nisha was a little surprised that Padma, whom she recalled as being a slender elegant woman in her early-thirties, was married to such an unprepossessing and old-fashioned man but she knew that love could blossom between virtually anyone, no matter how poorly matched they might seem. She looked around at the kitsch décor and collection of porcelain cats and thought that Padma had a lot better taste in clothes than in interior design.

Meanwhile, Gangadhar had picked up one of the catalogues and was flicking through pictures of lovely young women in their underwear. He adjusted himself uncomfortably to conceal his growing erection.

"Do you like what you see?" Nisha asked artlessly.

Too right I bloody do, thought Gangadhar. Out loud, however, he said, "Um, yes there are some lovely items in here."

After an awkward pause, Nisha looked pointedly at her watch.

"Right. I'll just give her a call to see how long she'll be," Gangadhar said, leaving the room ostensibly to find a phone.

In the kitchen, he thought about his options. He could make up an excuse for Padma's absence and allow Nisha to leave. Or he could somehow persuade her to stay for a bit longer. Maybe he was perverted, but he couldn't deny that talking to a hot young lady about underwear was more than a little arousing.

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After a couple of minutes he went back in.

"Nisha, I'm so sorry but Padma has been delayed. She sends her apologies but she won't be able to make it back for ages."

"Oh, well that's a shame." Nisha was disappointed. She'd already hit her week's sales target which meant that a high proportion of everything she sold today would be converted to commission in her pocket.

"But she's told me what she likes and said to surprise her with a few things. I've got to say there's loads of good stuff in here," he said, sensing her frustration and pointing to one of the brochures. "I think I'd like to get her quite a few things, if that's OK."

He could almost see Nisha's eyes light up as she sniffed an impending sale.

Nisha considered. She knew that she was alone in a house with a strange man and was potentially putting herself at risk. But he looked so harmless and she so wanted to be able to prove to the semi-sceptical Vivek that she could be a real success in this career.

"OK. Is there anything in particular you like the look of?" she smiled.

Gangadhar sat down next to her and pointed randomly to the open page. The picture showed a stunning young woman wearing a lacy red bra, a matching thong and suspender belt and sheer red stockings. Her nipples were obvious through the bra and the rear shot of her arse left nothing to the imagination.

"Oh, yes," Nisha gushed. "That's a very popular set." She rummaged in her case and brought out some skimpy bits of ruby lace. "Do you know what size Padma is?"

Never having seen Padma, Gangadhar didn't have a clue. He decided to take a chance. "Um, I think she's the same size as you," he said nodding to her substantial bosom.

Nisha looked puzzled. She lifted up her breasts as if offering them to Gangadhar. "Are you sure? She was about the same height and shape as me but I didn't think she had such large breasts."

Gangadhar groaned under his breath as he openly stared at her chest. He decided to push things further. "Well, it's really difficult to tell through that dress."

"OK, well let's assume she's a size 10 with a 34DD bra size for now. If you order the full set I can throw in a set of stockings for free," Clare offered, sensing that Gangadhar was really interested in a purchase.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. It's really difficult to tell what it looks like on..." Gangadhar had no idea where this was going but he could already tell that not only was Nisha desperate for an order but that she was probably going to be easy to manipulate.

Nisha paused. If this were a full party or even if she were selling to a woman alone, she wouldn't hesitate to get changed and give the customer a proper viewing. However she could just imagine Vivek's voice if he were ever to find out that she'd stripped to her underwear for a male client. But this sounded like it could be a big sale.

"Well I suppose I could model them for you..." she started uncertainly.

"Oh, that would be great!" Gangadhar enthused.

"Er, OK. Where can I change?" Nisha asked.

"Let me go and tidy up the dining room -- you can change in there." He almost capered to the dining room and when he got there, he did a little dance. He couldn't believe she'd fallen for it! He needed to stay calm and not give away his excitement.

He looked around the room. Was there anything in here to give him away? He took down two family pictures which showed Miriam and him. What about in the living room? He went back in.

Luckily Nisha hadn't bothered to look on the mantelpiece or she'd have seen several photos which would have been difficult to explain.

"Right, in you go," he said, pointing the way. "Come back in when you're ready."

Just as she left, her phone, which she'd left on top her case, began to flash, luckily in silent mode. He froze for a second and grabbed it. It looked like a local number. Carefully he pressed the answer button and quietly said, "Hello."

"Oh hello," said a cultured voice. "I was after Nisha. This is Padma Kapoor. She was due to come and see me today at two?"

Gangadhar thought quickly; he looked around the room for inspiration. "I'm sorry. Mrs. Kapoor. This is Tony Somany, Nisha's boss. Nisha has been regrettably called away. A family emergency. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience."

"Oh, I see. Well perhaps she can come and see me next Tuesday, Mr. Somany?" Padma replied.

"Erm. Yes that would be great," Gangadhar answered. "Shall we say 2pm again?"

"Yes, that's fine thanks."

"OK then. Actually please can I just confirm your address?" Gangadhar asked.

"Yes, it's 33 Acacia Drive." Gangadhar now understood why Nisha had turned up at his house -- his address was 33 Acacia Terrace. She'd made a simple mistake although Acacia Drive was at the other end of town and significantly more upmarket than this area.

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After he'd rung off and put the phone back on the bag, he hid all incriminating pictures around the room. He smoothed down the wisps of hair still left on his head as he looked into the mirror over the fireplace. If he were honest with himself, he'd never been a particularly attractive man even when young. He was shorter than average, had a heavy brow and bad teeth. Age had made him overweight and his hair had first turned grey and was now disappearing. He did still care for his wife but the chance to get this close to woman beautiful enough to be glamour model who was willing to parade in front of him in her underwear was just too much to turn down.

"I'm ready, Mr. Kapoor." He heard the call and forced himself to take some deep slow breaths.

But when she came back in he almost swore out loud as she unselfconsciously strode into the room and stood in front of him.

The deep ruby hue of the lingerie set showed Nisha's flawless body off perfectly. He hadn't appreciated just how fabulous her breasts were. Her red nipples were clearly visible through the intricate bra and he thought he could see a small dark patch in between her legs through her g-string. She was still wearing her high-heeled shoes which emphasised the fabulous length of her stocking clad legs. The suspender belt was tiny and the straps cut delicately into her thighs.

"What do you think?" Nisha asked ingenuously.

Gangadhar forced himself to speak slowly. "Yes, that's really nice. Can I have a closer look?"

"Sure," Nisha replied enthusiastically. The bra has got fantastic built-in support. It's really comfortable. And the whole set is 100% silk. It feels wonderful on the skin."

Gangadhar had sat down in front of her so that her crotch was only a foot from his face.

"It does look great, I have to say," he managed to get out as Nisha turned to give him a view of her incredible peachy bum. The red string disappeared between the top of her buttocks giving him an uninterrupted view of her creamy arse; her long black hair came halfway down her back. He rubbed his erection a couple of times before strategically placing a cushion on his lap as she turned back.

"Well can I put you down for a set?" Nisha turned and smiled down at him over her imperious breasts,

Gangadhar's mind spun as he thought about how to take things further still. "Are you sure that it's nice and smooth. My wife has very delicate skin."

"Oh, yes. It's lovely and cool," she replied.

"Can I feel?" Gangadhar asked, trying to keep his voice relaxed.

"Erm, well, OK," Nisha wasn't too surprised at the request as lots of customers wanted to feel the product. Of course, she should have allowed him to do so before she put it on.

Gangadhar stood up and reached for her breasts. At first he slid his first two fingers on each hand behind the top of the bra cups and felt the material with his thumbs.

"Oh, yes very nice," he said as he pushed his fingers into the low-cut bra a little further until he could feel the tops of her nipples with them. He couldn't believe how smooth and velvety her bosom felt.

Nisha assumed he had touched her nipples by accident so when he said, "What about the panties?" she pushed her hips forward slightly to allow him access.

Gangadhar slid his right hand down the front of her thong allowing his fingers to play through her trimmed pubic hair.

"Nice isn't it, Mr. Kapoor?" Nisha asked guilelessly as felt up her crotch with one hand and, by chance of course, brushed his fingers over her right nipple with his other.

"Oh yes," Gangadhar moaned

After a minute, Gangadhar realised that Nisha would suspect if he persisted so he tried a different tack. He just had to see those breasts.

"You said that the bra has got good support but it seems to me your breasts are very firm so they don't need that much help. It's really difficult to judge just how supportive it is without being able to compare to your breasts without a bra."

At the party she'd hosted, she'd been fairly relaxed about going topless in front of the customers as she changed. But it was a bit different with a man. Still if it helped the sale. "Erm, well I suppose I could just let you have a quick look but only as a comparison."

"Great," Gangadhar smiled. "It would really help me decide what I'm going to order." He couldn't believe she was going to swallow his story but she reached behind to unclasp her bra.

As she did so, her breasts surged forward but didn't sag much at all. She pulled the bra off completely, leaving Gangadhar breathless with desire.

As he'd suspected her nipples were red and, relative to the size of her tits, quite small. Her bosom was milky with a light smattering of freckles. She could easily have got away without a bra.

"They are nice and firm but I promise the support this bra provides is fantastic," she said conversationally.

Gangadhar couldn't resist. He reached out and took hold of one breast in each hand, weighing them to judge their firmness.

"Oh!" Nisha was startled but decided to allow him to have a good feel. After all it wasn't like he was fondling her boobs exactly. He was just weighing them up to gauge the support the bra provided.

"Hmmm," Gangadhar did his best to continue the deception. "Yes, as I suspected you've got great big firm tits. It's a beautiful bra but I'm not sure how much support your boobs actually need," he said as he continued to squeeze her astonishing breasts.

"Oh, honestly they might seem like they don't need a bra. But they're really comfortable in this one," Nisha gasped slightly as Gangadhar pinched her nipples to stiffness but didn't protest.

Realising that if he continued his shameless groping she might question his motives, Gangadhar allowed his hands to drop with a sigh. She reached out to put the bra back on but Gangadhar took it away from her to have a closer look.
"OK," he said, "you've convinced me. I'll take the full set."

"Oh, fantastic!" Nisha breasts bounced delightfully as she clapped her hands girlishly, forgetting that she was topless, before reaching across for her order pad.

Gangadhar stared at her glorious breasts as she carefully wrote out the product details. He planned his next steps.

"Right, what else can you show me?" he asked once she was finished.

"Erm, how about some of these..." She turned around and bent over to rummage through her open case once more. The lips of her pussy bulged invitingly around her g-string. Gangadhar squeezed rubbed himself again until she'd found some other underwear to show him.

For the next half an hour, she showed him another three or four sets of lingerie. He didn't ask her to try any of them on as he didn't want her to remember that she was bare-breasted and put on a bra. Each time she showed him something else he prevaricated before allowing her to win him over. If he'd had any intention of actually buying all this, it would cost him a fortune!

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After a while, Gangadhar noticed that Nisha still hadn't opened up her other case.

"What's in there?" he asked.

Despite the fact that her breasts had been groped, her pussy had been felt and that all she was wearing was a skimpy thong, stockings, suspenders and high heels, Nisha had remained fairly relaxed. However Gangadhar's question caused her to blush enchantingly. He was pointing to her case of massage lotions, sexual lubricants and erotic toys.

"Um, well, those are some of the more interesting accessories we sell," she said.

"Really? Great. Padma asked me specially to get her some stuff. What have you got?" Gangadhar asked noticing her discomfort. What the fuck has she got in there? he thought.

Nisha tentatively opened the case and reached in for something, trying her best not to reveal the range of dildos and vibrators. She pulled out a small sampler bottle of Nipplicious.

"Wow, what's that," Gangadhar snatched away the bottle to have a look at it. "Cherry-flavoured nipple drops. Makes nipples more sensitive," he read.

He looked up at Nisha and then down at her lovely fat tits. "Do they work?" he asked.

"Of course!" Nisha asserted, although to be fair she'd been warned that the efficacy was much more psychological than real. However, she realised that Gangadhar was interested and, at 800Rs a bottle, she sniffed another order.

Gangadhar had opened the bottle, pulling out the dropper and giving it a sniff. "So what you're saying is that if I put this on of your nipples it would become more sensitive than the other one?"

"Erm, well yes I suppose so," Nisha replied less enthusiastically, now very conscious that she was still topless.

Gangadhar smiled, "Come here then. Let's give it a go."

Nisha considered briefly before sitting down beside Gangadhar and pushing out her nipples for him.

Gangadhar sighed in pleasure as lifted up her right breast with one hand before applying two drops of Nipplicious to the cherry-red tip.

"Oh! It's a bit cold!" Nisha gasped. Her nipple immediately swelled until it was rigid.

Gangadhar couldn't stop himself. "Let me test how sensitive it is now." He bent down and began to suck her left nipple.

"Mr. Kapoor! I'm not sure that this is appropriate!" she gasped, although she didn't pull away. "And anyway that's the wrong nipple!"

Gangadhar gave the nipple another lick before looking up at her. "I need to test them both out and compare how horny you get as well as how it tastes. I just want to make sure it works before I buy a few bottles," he casually added before starting to lick and suck once more.

"Oh, well, I suppose that's OK then," Nisha squeaked as he flicked his tongue forcefully over her erect nipple.

After a few minutes on her left breast, Gangadhar sat up and asked, "How was that?"

Nisha looked at him and decided to play it cool. After all, she wanted to encourage a sale. "It was OK. Here why don't you try this one," she offered holding up the other breast which had the drops on.

Gangadhar smiled at her artlessness before diving down and taking it into his mouth. The cherry flavour was over-sweet and artificial but he ignored it, concentrating on the tremendous feeling of her hard bud in his mouth. While he sucked, he continued to massage her other boob.

Nisha decided that she had to appear more aroused now he was sucking the treated breast. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her boyfriend Vivek licking her nipple.

"Oh, yes. That's really nice," she over-acted. Gangadhar chuckled to himself but decided to carry on taking advantage of the situation.

Nisha began moaning and groaning, allowing herself to become excited at Gangadhar's touch. She was even slightly disappointed when he stopped although he continued to play with her tits.

"Well that definitely seems to work. I'll take a couple of bottles."

"Yes!" Nisha exclaimed without thinking but Gangadhar didn't seem to have noticed.

Still feeling a little flushed she added the items to the order sheet. While she was doing this, Gangadhar had moved over to the other sofa, adjusting his erection surreptitiously, and had pulled another bottle out of her bag.

"This looks interesting!" he said. Dreading what he might have, Nisha was actually quite relieved he'd found some Pussylicious, Nipplicious's sister product. It could have been a lot worse. Again she wasn't sure how well it really worked. She would have to be really persuasive to make a sale.

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Once more Gangadhar read out the label, "Makes any pussy taste fantastic, increases sensitivity -- guaranteed orgasms! Hmm. Looks interesting. I might buy some of this as well. Padma does like to have her cunt licked," he added unnecessarily.

"Really? Anyway, yes, it's a very popular product. Can I put you down for two bottles of that too?"

"Maybe," Gangadhar pretended to deliberate. "I mean if it definitely works as advertised..."

Padma contemplated for a few seconds. Vivek would probably be upset with her but he didn't need to know. Anyway this was about her career and not about sex.

She stood up. "Would you like to try some out on me?"

Gangadhar stared long and hard at her crotch which was now just a few inches in front of her face. Her thong looked slightly damp and he was sure he could smell her pussy.

"I suppose that's probably the best way," he agreed and, without asking, peeled down her g-string.

Nisha eagerly stepped out of it and kicked off her heels, thinking that it should be easy enough to convince him of the efficacy of the drops. She lay back on the sofa and opened her lithe stocking covered legs.

Gangadhar was incredulous. The most attractive woman he'd ever met was lying virtually naked in front of him freely offering him her cunt. This wasn't a fantasy; this was real! He knelt in front of her.

The first thing he noticed was that the little patch of hair above her pussy was as red as the hair on her head. He could also now see that her lips were slightly damp, a consequence of his vigorous work earlier on her nipples.

"I think I should have a good taste first, before I try the drops out, just so I've got a good basis to compare," he said before burying his face between her long smooth thighs. She actually tasted fantastic -- fresh and clean with just hint of heady saltiness. He delicately licked up and down her lips a few times before flicking his tongue over her erect clit.

"Oh!" she squealed as he sucked her clit harder. She bit her lip and tried her best not to respond as he slid a finger into her cunt and bent it upwards to massage her from the inside.

Despite her best efforts she couldn't help but let out the odd squeal as Gangadhar, playing along with the game, did his best to make her come. After a few minutes, he decided he would try the drops.

"I've got to say your pussy tastes lovely and you seem quite sensitive already," he told her.

She blushed at the unusual compliment before gasping as the cold drops ran from her clit down her moist lips to her arsehole.

"Right let's see how you taste now," Gangadhar bent back to his task immediately, allowing his free hand to rub himself through his trousers.

Once more he licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy. The strawberry-flavoured drops did nothing for him but he took no notice and continued to enthusiastically lick her.

Nisha allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feeling of a stranger slurping on her cunt. She considered faking an orgasm to really emphasise how great these drops were but rapidly realised she didn't need to -- she was going to come anyway.

"Oh, Mr. Kapoor!" she screamed as he sucked relentlessly on her clit. Gangadhar felt her thighs convulse around his face. Had she just come? He couldn't tell whether it was real but was happy to play along anyway.

"Yes, that really seems to have worked; a definite increase in sensitivity, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, yes, um, yes, that was really good," Nisha gasped as she recovered from her orgasm.

Gangadhar was now desperate from some relief himself but knew he'd have to play it carefully. He sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Have you got anything for me to use?" he asked.

"Um, yes, hang on. Let me get into some clothes and I'll show a great new product."

"Actually," he replied, "no need to get dressed. I might want you to demonstrate some other products later so please don't bother."

"Oh. OK. I suppose that's OK. You've seen everything anyway!" she joked.

This time she brought out tube of cream from her bag and handed it to Gangadhar.

"Erecto-sure?"

"Yes, it's an organic and natural cream that not only guarantees a sure long-lasting erection but it also accelerates post-climactic recovery and increases both sensitivity and the volume of ejaculate," she read from the packaging. "It's a bit like Viagra but with added benefits and no side-effects or artificial ingredients. And it's completely edible too."

"Really?" Gangadhar asked. "Well if it does all of that I'll take a few tubes. But how can I be sure it really works?" He glanced down at the bulge in his trousers.

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Nisha's eyes widened as she noticed his erection. Her first thought was that she needed to leave immediately. But the she forced herself to relax. She was in charge of this situation. She had already made 6400 on this order and she sensed there was a lot more to come if she played it right.

She looked up at Gangadhar who was reading the fine print on the tube of cream and hadn't realised that she had seen his arousal. Nisha felt a wave of sympathy for him. It was no real surprise the poor man had an erection; he'd just spent the last hour licking her pussy and tits. She knew she was a good looking woman and it was probably embarrassing for him to have reacted this way when all he was doing was trying to get something to please his wife.

Maybe she could persuade him to try out some of the cream on himself and then have a wank. But then how would she be able to ensure he had such a fantastic experience that he bought lots of the product? She didn't feel that confident of the cream's effectiveness to leave it to chance. She had an idea.

"Would you like me to rub some into your penis for you, Mr. Kapoor?" she asked. "I don't mean in a sexual way; I just want to be sure you can experience how well the cream works as if your wife were here with you. You can close your eyes and pretend it's her if that helps."

Gangadhar had been doing his best to think of a way to get his cock out and into her hands but couldn't think how without being overly direct. So when she offered, he silently thanked any gods who might be listening. Had she really just offered him a handjob?

"Well I suppose, you could do that but we really mustn't discuss this with anyone," he warned mock-sternly.

"Oh, of course this is all completely confidential, like a doctor. I wouldn't tell anyone what you've bought or how I sold it to you." Well that was certainly true, she thought.

Gangadhar decided to push it just a touch further. "I'm just worried what my wife would think if she ever found out that you'd rubbed cream into my hard cock."

Nisha blushed despite herself. "But it's not like I'd be masturbating you to give you pleasure. We'd just be trying out a product. It would be completely innocent! And anyway, she won't ever find out. Please, Mr. Kapoor, give me a chance to show you how well this cream works."

Gangadhar couldn't resist any longer he opened his legs. "OK then, come over here and try it out."

Nisha gave a huge smile and had to stop herself punching the air. She knew she had it in the bag now. She knelt down between Gangadhar's legs and reached up to unzip him.

She pulled out his dick and lightly stroked it up and down. It was quite large and thick and covered in grey hair but already hard. She took the cream from him and applied a generous portion before rubbing it into his cock and balls with long firm strokes.

"How does that feel?" she asked looking up at him with her big dark eyes, the tips of her breasts brushing his knees.

"OK," Gangadhar said, doing his best to not swear. He thanked goodness that he'd had a wank that morning otherwise he would already have exploded over her face. I can't believe this is fucking happening, he thought to himself.

She was slowly languorously masturbating him now, while her other hand fondled his balls.

"Oh, look," she breathed. "It's got so much longer now. You're so big. Mr. Kapoor," she lied keen to make him feel good. "Why don't you just lie back and pretend I'm Padma." He could feel the tickle of her breath over his scrotum.

Gangadhar decided to try and raise the stakes. "I'm sorry, I can't."

Nisha's eyes widened. "Why not?" she asked. "Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Oh it feels very nice but it just that Padma never tosses me off. She always uses her mouth."

"Her mouth?" Nisha repeated, aghast.

"Yes, she loves to give oral sex. So it's really difficult to compare..." He didn't finish the sentence.

"Um. Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm is I used my mouth. Do you think you could pretend I'm Padma if I gave it a suck?"

"I'm not sure but I'm willing for you to give it a go. You did say it was edible didn't you?" Gangadhar asked.

Shit, Vivek would kill her if ever found out, she thought. She kissed the head of Gangadhar's dick, before drawing back. It tasted slightly off. The cream hadn't improved the flavour in any way. But she had to pretend she was loving it and make the whole experience fantastic for him as well as ensuring he lasted well. Concentrate, Nisha, she said to herself.

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Gangadhar sighed in unqualified pleasure as Nisha lent forward and licked his cock. She then alternated between slurping on his balls, licking his shaft, sucking his glans and bobbing her head up and down his entire humongous length. He knew he was very big but he was impressed with the way she managed to swallow him whole.

For the next half an hour she sucked him like a professional, bringing him to the brink of climax several times, before calming him down and starting again

By this time, Gangadhar had forgotten he was supposed to be pretending she was his wife.

"Please, Nisha," he groaned. "I need to come," he pleaded as she brought him to the brink once more. This time Nisha thought she would make him come. By now he should agree that it he'd had a sure long-lasting erection as well as increased sensitivity as the packaging had promised. She'd done her absolute best to give him the blowjob of his life. She certainly didn't go to this much trouble for Vivek, her own boyfriend!

She nodded around a mouthful of his cock and was just about to pull back and finish him off over her tits when he said, "Please don't swallow my come yet. I want to see in your mouth how much cum I produce."

Nisha had had no intention of swallowing anything but, realising he was still testing out the cream, decided to make an exception just this once. So when he started to buck and squirt into her mouth she held it there while tossing him slowly to completion until his shudders had totally subsided.

His jism tasted flat and very salty but she dutifully opened her mouth to show that it was full.

"Wow. That really is a big mouthful of spunk. Ok you can swallow it now," he ordered.

Nisha suppressed a retch as she forced it down her throat. "Mmm. That was delicious," she lied, still keen to please. "How was that for you? You certainly showed lots of stamina. Did it feel good?"

"Nisha, I can honestly say that was the best blowjob I've ever had. Thanks. That cream really does work!" he added just to keep the game going.

"Great. Can I put you down for two tubes? How about three?" she suggested.

"Wait a minute. We haven't tested out how quickly I can recover. Usually I wouldn't be able to get hard again for an hour after such a big orgasm. Why don't you use your mouth on me again to see how quickly I can get hard. That's what Padma would do."

Nisha's smile disappeared. Her neck and knees hurt after her marathon blowjob. And if she got him hard again, she had a feeling it wouldn't just end there. Still three tubes would be another 4200 or so...

She bent her head down and began to lick him hard, thinking that it wasn't like she actually having proper sex with him or anything.

Gangadhar stroked her head as she bobbed on him, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he was aroused again. He decided to see what else was in the case.

As he began rummaging through the contents, he felt Nisha moan around his cock as she saw what he was doing.

He pushed her head down. "Don't worry. I'm just working out what else I'd like to buy. You just get me hard and show me that how well that cream performs."

Nisha mentally sighed but she kept sliding her mouth up and down him. He was already beginning to respond. Maybe the cream really did work.

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Gangadhar meanwhile had found a fascinating range of vibrators and dildos. He smiled to himself and brought two out.

"These look interesting," he said to Nisha. "I'd like to get one for Padma. Which one would you recommend?"

Nisha looked up and blushed. Gangadhar was almost hard again now but she kept tossing him with one hand and stroking his balls with the other as she answered.

"Oh, yes. Those are two of our most popular rechargeable vibrators. The flat one is a Fairy-Flutterer. It's designed for clitoral and labial stimulation. The long one is a Big Boy Toy. Although it can be used externally, it's also fantastic for penetration."

"Have you tried either of them?"

"Er no," she said hesitantly.

"I'd like to see which one is most arousing," he said, holding out both too her.

"Oh." Nisha was hugely embarrassed. Perhaps it wasn't rational but she'd been relatively accepting of the oral sex; however the thought of this ugly little stranger watching her masturbate with a sex toy just felt really uncomfortable.

But these were top of the range vibrators and it would be a phenomenal sale if she could pull it off. She decided to close her eyes and think of Vivek.

She lay back and turned on the Flatterer. She was conscious that Gangadhar's face was inches away from her pussy as she started to rub it gently over her clit. At least watching her would help him get fully hard.

Despite her reluctance, it wasn't long before she started moaning as the Flatterer did its work. It really did feel fabulous on her lips and on the hood of her clit. She began to rub it rhythmically up and down the top part of her pussy.

Gangadhar was entranced. He'd never seen a woman masturbate in real life before and Nisha was a particularly beautiful woman. He decided to get involved.

Nisha's eyes shot open as she felt something hard nudging at the opening of her cunt. She looked down to see Gangadhar's broad grin as he began to push the Big Boy inside her.

"I thought maybe they would together well. I could always buy both of them," he said as he turned it on.
Fuck!" screamed Nisha as virtually the entire length slid into her tight hole. And when he turned it on she convulsed immediately in spontaneous orgasm.

"Oh, OK," she whimpered as Gangadhar began to push it steadily in and out of her.

Over the next twenty minutes, Nisha came countless times. The combination of the two vibrators was just too much to withstand. At least Mr. Kapoor couldn't now doubt that these were really effective toys.

She relaxed her body as Gangadhar finally slid the Big Boy out after another shattering climax. "Oh, wow. That was amazing," she purred.

She looked down. Gangadhar was kneeling between her legs and now holding a full erection.

"Oh, good. You got hard again! Would you like to order some of that cream now?"

"Yes. But first I just want to do this," Gangadhar said as he pushed his hips forward. His cock slid into her pussy smoothly.

"Mr. Kapoor!" she exclaimed as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to thrust.

"Oh, fuck, your cunt feels good, Nisha. I'm just continuing to pretend you're my wife. Miri.., er I mean. Padma likes a good shagging. Just need to make sure the cream works in all circumstances," he finished weakly.

"Oh, I see." Nisha didn't know what to do. There was no denying that letting a strange man fuck her was seriously letting down her boyfriend. However it wasn't like she was enjoying it or anything. Perhaps this was because though Gangadhar was very well-endowed but after the Big Boy, his cock was a little disappointing. She decided her best bet was to help him finish off quickly and get the order signed.

She began lifting her hips up in time to Gangadhar's thrusts. "Oh yes, Gangadhar. Fuck me, you big bastard. Give it to me hard," she moaned.

Gangadhar didn't really care what she was saying. All that mattered was that he was fucking a truly gorgeous woman for the first time in his life. And what was great was that, because he'd already come, he was going to be able to keep going for ages.

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After another few minutes of grinding and groaning, Gangadhar decided that he'd like to try a different position. "Let's try you on top. Padma loves that."

"OK," Nisha said happily. She'd got a bit uncomfortable with her legs in the air and Gangadhar lying on her and being on top would give her back some control.

He lay back and Nisha swung over one of her long legs before slowly lowering herself down on his stubby and thick cock. "Oh that's nice, Mr. Kapoor. Go on play with my tits," she urged as Gangadhar began fondling her enormous chest.

She ground her hips back and forth, desperate to make him come.

But Gangadhar still had some way to go and, after a while, decided he wanted to try another position.

"Let's do it from behind," he ordered. Nisha groaned but lifted off and got onto her hands and knees on the sofa.

Now Gangadhar adored tits so he'd been exceptionally happy with Nisha on top, playing with her substantial bouncing breasts as she fucked him. But he had to admit his view of her arse as he shagged her doggy-style was possibly even better. He'd never seen such a perfectly shaped butt, not even on the TV. And as his cock slid in and out of her fabulous cunt, he began to squeeze her buttocks while watching her glorious rosebud of a bumhole. Making a decision, he reached across to Nisha's bag with his left hand.

Nisha was pushing her hips back as hard as she could so that Gangadhar's stomach slapped her arse with every thrust. "Please, Mr. Kapoor. Come in me! Fill me with your spunk!" she cried, keen to finally seal the order.

In the meantime Gangadhar had found a tube of what he'd been looking for. "Shag-o-Lube! Gets the biggest things into the smallest places!" he read to himself.

A few seconds later, Nisha squeaked as she felt something wet and clammy on her arsehole. What was going on? Had he just come on her bum? But no, it felt cold.

"What's that?" she asked as Gangadhar pulled out.

"Oh, that's Shag-o-Lube," he answered.

Nisha's brain generally worked quite slowly. So although she was trying to work out what was going on, it was the unfamiliar pain in her bottom as Gangadhar pushed his cock in to her that finally made her understand what was happening.

"Mr. Kapoor!" she screamed. "You can't do that! It's naughty!"

"But I really want to buy some lubricant so I just wanted to try it out first," Gangadhar huffed as he thrust in and out of her tender bumhole. "And in any case Miriam, I mean, Padma loves it up the arse. I'm just pretending you're her like you suggested,"

Nisha didn't know what to say. Yes, it had been her idea that he imagine that she was his wife but she hadn't expected to lead to a fuck let alone a full anal rogering. She'd never expected to be the kind of girl who ever took it up the butt. Vivek had asked her on a couple of occasions but she'd always refused.

Luckily for her, the lubricant was actually very effective and, although it was uncomfortable to have a dick in her bum, it was hardly agonising.

At least he should finish off quite quickly. He certainly felt a lot bigger in her arse rather than her pussy. It should be a lot tighter for him, she reasoned as she began to push back gingerly to speed his climax.

And she was right. Not that he was particularly experienced but this was the tightest hole he'd ever been inside and it felt divine. All too soon he began to spurt what seems like gallons of spunk into her arse, before collapsing on her.

Nisha allowed him to lie there until she felt his shrivelled cock slip from her bum.

"Mr. Kapoor?" she asked, prompting him to roll off her.

Gangadhar was utterly exhausted as well as utterly elated. All his fantasies had just come true. He knew it was a touch of luck with a smattering of dishonesty and a dash of opportunism that had allowed him to fulfil them but he would always have the memory of being sucked off by the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met before fucking her lovely pussy in several different positions, prior to finally finishing off in her arse.

"Er, Mr. Kapoor, can I get you to sign this? I've added both vibrators if that's OK as well as tube of the lubricant. I just need your signature and your credit card number." Nisha was standing in front of him, still in nothing but her red stockings and suspenders and holding out her order form and a pen. Her beautiful long black hair was in disarray; her breasts were heaving as she breathed in and out, worn out after her exertion; her nipples were an angry red from his tweaking, biting and sucking' cum was leaking out of her arse and down the insides of her thighs and her makeup was smeared. She looked divine. He felt an inordinate fondness for her.

"Nisha, can I just say how wonderful you've been. You're a very beautiful woman and I feel truly honoured that you've been so practical in your product demonstrations," he said as he reached out and gave her breasts a grope.

Nisha blushed slightly. "Oh, thanks. I mean it really was no trouble at all," she fibbed.

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Gangadhar had to go up on tip-toe but he reached up and gave her a kiss on her soft lips before reaching around to cup her buttocks and squeeze. Nisha automatically kissed him back, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue into her mouth.

Her instinct was to push him away -- his breath smelt unpleasant and his hands were rough on her smooth bum -- but she held back as she didn't want to offend him.

During the long lingering snog, Gangadhar considered his next steps. Of course there was no way he could afford to pay for all these products. How could he get out this without getting into trouble? He made his decision.

"Oh, shit is that the time! Padma is due back any second! Quick, we have to get you dressed and out of here," he exclaimed as he pushed her away and grabbed her dress and jacket.

"What! But can't we just tell her I've been selling you products?" Nisha asked as she randomly grabbed some green undies from her case and began to slip them on.

"No, there's no way she'd believe you'd been here two hours just selling. And anyway I want to keep the purchases a surprise!"

Nisha quickly pulled on her dress and shoes before packing away her samples. Gangadhar noticed she hadn't bothered with putting on a bra.

"But what about the order?" she asked plaintively.

Gangadhar thought quickly. Did her dare try and take things even further? "Well why don't you come back next Tuesday, say, at 2? I definitely want to make an order and if you bring some other products I'd like to try them out."

"Really?" Nisha considered. "Well, I suppose am free then. And I've got a delivery of new samples coming this weekend. But I'm not sure..." She broke off as she thought about what to do.

Gangadhar crossed his fingers. He'd chosen the same random time he'd said to Padma on the phone to try and kill two birds with one stone. After all, he didn't want Padma to get in touch with Nisha and blow the whole deception. And he certainly wanted another chance to repeat today's experience.

Surely she wouldn't fall for the same trick again?

Nisha was trying to weigh up the chance of an even bigger order against the need to demonstrate even more products to Gangadhar. On the negative side, her knees and arsehole still hurt and her hair was ruined. She'd also been unfaithful to her boyfriend in several different ways although only as a consequence of her practical demos. But, on the other hand, she was due to receive some brand new and expensive lingerie as well as a new range of high-value real-feel sex toys. And she didn't need to tell her boyfriend what had happened.

She looked up at him and gave him a big smile. "Yes, all right. I'll be back then."

Gangadhar gave her a peck on the cheek and a quick squeeze of her bottom. "Thanks, Nisha. Now, come on, you need to get out here!" he said as he opened the front door.

"OK!" she said brightly, pulling her cases behind her with her heels clicking down his garden path.

Gangadhar watched her swaying arse as she walked away, already missing her divine presence. As well as her divine tits.

She stopped and looked around. "Oh, Mr. Kapoor? Just one thought about next Tuesday. Padma won't be around will she?"

Gangadhar looked up from her proud chest and gave her a wicked smile. "Nisha, I can absolutely 100% guarantee she won't be here."


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t.poorvika01

Purva's initiation in the slums

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Hi all, I am Poorvika. I guess some of you readers who are active on this forum are aware of me know me from the story Indian wife plays with construction workers. I believe this story started by sir Aurelius needs no introduction. I have been always a patron of the story and I have also contributed to some of the parts of this legendary epic tale of Purva. Unfortunately, it ended prematurely from my end, as well as some of the writers who put efforts into continuing this epic tale. However, I have been getting personal requests from quite a few people asking me to reconsider writing this story. I have to say the erotica potential of this story is simply unbelievable as I reread all the parts of the story once again. Finally, I budged and here I am. I will make best efforts to update the story timely, for which I have a lot of ideas. However, I request you all to politely bear with my writer blocks if any. I am going to continue from where the writer vista01 left off as this is where I can imagine there’s a lot of potential to mould the story. Please mind that there will be small changes going forward from vista01’s story however I deem fit.

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The current situation is, Purva’s been married to Mushtaq and she’s going to spend the next 30 days as his wife in their house in the slums. She is set a wide variety of rules by her husband Mushtaq who loves to humiliate her and make the most of their married time. Purva of course knows the perverted sexual pleasures Mushtaq has in subjecting Purva to all sorts of vulgar and obscene things and she in no way objects to them. She loves to be a part of all of them and satisfy this old man’s sexual kinks in all ways possible. Purva and Mushtaq had started off their married life yesterday. After having their first night yesterday at Salim’s garage right after their marriage, Purva had settled in comfortably. Today, their second day as husband and wife, they were expecting guests in the evening, for a night of revelry and round of cards with Mushtaq’s and purva’s dear friend Sajid. Sajid, of course the pivotal character in turning Purva to the stupid slut she is now, took great pride in convincing her to marry Mushtaq before he left for Dubai mostly for good. He had earlier called up the couple informing that he and some of his friends would be visiting their abode for a celebration party of Mushtaq and Purva’s marriage, kind of a get-together. Mushtaq and purva were now in the market to buy chicken and the plan was to have good yummy chicken for their beloved guests. Purva was dressed in a flimsy black transparent burkha. It did nothing to cover Purva’s delicious and ripe mature parts and all of her assets were openly visible. Of course, Mushtaq wanted to do this chicken-shopping in mid-day so that there would be no way to hide Purva’s ripeness to all and sundry. With the sexual tension inside her loins quite high, Purva was dripping continuously. The oil on her vagina hadn’t helped her cause and a visible wet patch had been formed clearly on her burkha were her pussy was secreting awesome sex juices uncontrollably owing to the erotica of the situation. She was in the middle of the clumsy and trashy slum market with all sorts of people around her. Her hubby’s hands were tightly grasped on her waist curves and Mushtaq immensely enjoyed the humiliation that Purva was going through. Men all around, who were mostly the working class at the market were now murmuring loudly and openly ogling Purva’s naked attire and the things it did not cover, which was whole of Purva. While all the women around, which also consisted of the elite class of the slums took to disapproval and they threw looks of disgust at Purva who was freely parading in the market without any clothes, or rather just a burkha which showed all of her private parts. Purva was going numb and her senses were taking a hit as she realized the situation.

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“Bhayya ji, yeh murga kitni ki hai?”, she asked Nazir bhai on her husband’s urging to do so. Nazir bhai was one of the longer inhabitants of the slum and Purva guessed that given his looks which consisted of a rugged face and heavy white facial hair, he was probably older than her dear husband. Nazir of course, much like Mushtaq was an informal senior figure in the slums and he had quite a lot of respect especially in the market. It was an open rule that what Nazir bhai said prevailed as far as the market was concerned. One of the prime reasons this market was so big and catered to all sorts of domestic supplies for the people of the slum was Nazir’s humbleness and hard-work. People knew that Nazir had worked a lot for the welfare of the market which now provided employment for a lot of the people of the slum. People of course respected him a great deal for that. He was often regarded as a tough person to deal with, known to not conceding at all if he thought what he said or did was right. He was also instrumental in leading a strike with the local panchayat long time back and was regarded as a very tough player when it came to negotiating. He had an air of toughness almost bordering on dis-respectfulness and mockery with people around him, though in a hilarious way. Purva did not know any of this when she first interacted with him then, but later on as Mushtaq and Purva spent time cuddling in the late nights after their fuck sessions, when they would talk about random things.

“Woh bataunga, par pehle tera naam bata mujhe”, he replied to Purva, lusting over her entire unobstructed luscious body. “Purva”, she replied back with a respectful smile. Crowd had already gathered around Purva at Nazir’s hut. This place was probably the most crowded, as Nazir was widely considered to deliver the best chicken around in the market, but primarily the crowd was there to see the beautiful lusty damsel Purva in her pure self. Everyone settled in for a good view as they saw Purva exchanging conversation with Nazir bhai, while Mushtaq tightly grabbed her waist to protect her from other’s gropes and also to signify his authority around the whore.

“Achha, sahi naam hai, par mujhe tujhe kuch aur bulane ka maan karta hai…koi dikkat hai usse tujhe?“, Nazir said. Purva wore a confused smile, as Nazir winked at Mushtaq. Mushtaq just smiled at Purva and said, “poocho unse ki kya bulana chahte ho mujhe..”. “ji, kya bulana chahte ho mujhe?”. Nazir smiled wickedly and said, “hmmm…mujhe lagta hai tujhe randi bulane chahiye, par aakhir tum humare Mushtaq bhai ki biwi ho, toh aur thoda achha naam sochta hu…”. Men all around had a slight giggle over Nazir witful words. Purva blushed slightly, enjoying her humiliation. She turned to Mushtaq and gave him a shy smile as Mushtaq too laughly slightly hearing Nazir’s words. Nazir raised a cooked chicken that was lying to his side and said, “tum aise hi ho, pura rass bhari murga aur puri nangi“, saying that he broke into a loud laughter that also elicited laughs from the men around. Purva was certainly being humiliated by this old man, but she liked to be a part of it for sure. She was feeling strangely naughty as she was subjected to such verbal humiliation in her nude attire in front of all the cheap men and even in front of his husband. He loved how perverted the situation was, as everyone enjoyed the setting that transpired at this time of the day. “chalo, fir tumhara naam rakhte hai purghi, purva aur murghi ko milaake”, he said winking at Mushtaq. Purva blushed at his creativity as the crowd around reacted with applause. “chalo, ab tumhara naam to rakh diya, ab bolo kitna chicken chahiye purghi tumhe?“. Purva replied saying that she need about a couple of kgs. Nazir said, “mujhe lagta hai jo murghi mere saamne khadi hai, uska rate iss murghi se bohot kam hoga, kyu Mushtaq bhai?”, he said to Mushtaq. Purva was feeling very hot with humiliated treatment she was being subjected to with so many men around, and not a single hand on her ripeness except her husband’s. It was clear that Nazir had the air to say such demeaning things to Purva right in front of his husband, knowing that it was all in good spirit. Of course, he certainly knew that Mushtaq would always react favourably to this treatment that Nazir was subjecting purva to. It was definitely doing something to all their kinks. Mushtaq replied, “Nazir bhai, abhi yeh murghi meri hai, aur iska rate ab bohot badh gaya hai..“, he said laughingly. All the others including Nazir had a hearty laugh about it, while Purva just blushed red with embarrassment. The chatter continued for a bit as Nazir and Mushtaq exchanged chatter with each other. The only acknowledgement that Purva received was occasional stares on her boobs and pussy, while people all around her had their eyes glued to all of her body parts. Some were lustily looking at her face and she knew had Mushtaq not been with her, they would not refrain from doing things to her. Finally, Nazir gave the chicken to purva. She thanked him verbally, but Mushtaq urged her to touch Nazir’s feet as a mark of respect for the old man. Even though it surprised Purva to an extent that Mushtaq asked him to do that in front of one and all, she hardly liked to protest him anytime and anywhere to any of his commands, and even more so in front of the crowd where she wanted to display herself as a respectful and dutiful wife to her husband. Purva obeyed her husband’s commands as bowed down to Nazir’s feet and touched his feet, “assalam alaykum Nazir ji”. As she bent down, the crowed made sure to get behind her and get a good look at Purva’s asshole and her huge ass that was open for the world to see.

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Mushtaq enjoyed how she was being objectified and enjoyed how perverted he felt about the whole thing. Nazir laid a hand on Purva’s head and beamed with happiness at Mushtaq’s gesture of asking his near-naked wife to bow him and touch his feet. He of course knew the whole backdrop of who Purva was and how she came from a rich background, and he loved how Mushtaq was humiliating his wife, asking her to bow down and touch the feet of a slum dweller. Nazir put his palm on her head and said, “chahta hu ki tumhare tan se mera bhai humesha k liye khush rahe, assalam alaykum randi”, while he lightly fiddled with Purva’s right boob and nipple. Purva blushed a little and as they turned around to leave, Nazir slapped Purva’s ass lightly over her transparent burkha. Nazir’s action elicited a round of laughter from the crowd as Purva turned around to give a shy and womanly smile to her perpetrator and waved a good-bye. It was certainly a unique lusty experience for Purva and her vagina continued to leak sex juices more and more.

As they got back on the cycle with Purva sitting in front of Mushtaq, Mushtaq said to Purva, “randi, tujhe ganda toh nhi laga na? Nazir thoda aisa hi hai…woh kuch bhi bol deta hai sab ke saamne”. Purva of course did not want to disappoint her husband by saying something that meant she wasn’t taking it in her stride. She of course was embarrassed at what Nazir had to say to her demeaningly in front of the cheap crowd and expected him to stay put in front of her husband, but of course that was the way it worked. And it pleased Mushtaq to see his whore being humiliated like that, and Purva knew he loved to see her in such situations. And it was not like she completely disliked it, she was sure she loved being humiliated like that, but just that it was too brazen. Of course, she knew Mushtaq had such kinks, and if he loved doing such things to feel happy, she would do it anyway. “Arre nhi Mushtaq ji, mujhe ganda nhi laga…achha hi laga…aap dono achhe dost ho?”. “Haan achhe hi dost hai…woh mere se 5-6 saal bada hai, aur hum bachpan se yahan rehte the, toh dosti toh ho jaati hai”. Purva was frankly quite fascinated that his husband knew all of them in the slums, and that made her a very important figure, quite literally, in the slums. It seemed like everyone in the slums knew of his marriage even though all had not attended it. It made her feel kind of special.

Mushtaq and Purva reached their home with Purva carrying the bag of chicken. Mushtaq left his cycle by the side of the house as he usually did and asked Purva to remove the burkha. Purva did so and asked her husband to hang it on the rope in such a way that the large wet patch was on the outside to the sun, so it would dry faster. Of course, Purva had an idea that she probably won’t be needing it later if they remained indoors throughout the party, but just in case, she would be needing it if they planned to take a stroll outside later.

After entering their abode, Mushtaq closed the door and proceeded kiss his wife on her lips and administered the usual slaps and gropes on his wife’s naked boobs and ass. The ride to and from the market had left both of them sweating, Purva even more than usual as she felt flimsy of not taking a bath today. She was glad the oil had dried up quite a bit owing to her secreting sex juices as she wiped them with her hands while her husband had her way with her for a couple of minutes. Mushtaq then proceeded to spread her legs wide right beside the door. He slapped her cunt roughly a couple of times while Purva tried to balance herself on account of the sudden lustful treatment by her hubby. Purva found herself becoming mute with euphoria as she just felt losing all of herself to Mushtaq and his rough exploiting acts as he finger-fucked her right there as she stood awkwardly trying to balance herself with the support from the door. Mushtaq gradually increased his pace and loved the look on his dear wife who was now on the verge of crying with happiness. She loved how speechless she was as she just looked into her husband’s eyes proud of the lust and desire for her that she invoked in him. Finally, after a minute of rough finger-fucking Purva subsided into oblivion, as she had her third orgasm of the day. She fell into Mushtaq’s arms as he kissed her again and again, smothering saliva all over her face. “Tujhe itna pyaar karta hu randi, mein”, he said and continued kissing her as Purva slowly regained her composure after the orgasm. “Thank you Mushtaq ji, mein aap ki hu aur mujhe isee jyaada pyaar chahiye”, she said with love and the couple hugged each other not caring for the sweat on each other with Mushtaq running his hands over his wife’s bare back and ass. “Mushtaq ji, 4 baj gaye hai abhi, aap ek kaam karo…bohot pasine aa rahe hai aap ko, aap naha lo…achha lagega aap ko, mein chali murgha tayyar karne aap ke doston k liye”, she said to her husband. “Thik hai raand, achha banana murgha, sajid ko bohot pasand hai…“. “Haan ji, zaroor”, she replied. Mushtaq proceeded to take a bath after kissing his wife one more time roughly on her lips. Purva blushed continuously as she took a strange and severe liking to her new married life and the lust her husband showered upon her. She wiped the saliva off of her face with her hands. She wasn’t sure how Mushtaq wanted her to be around the guests. She was almost sure that she wouldn’t have to wear anything as Mushtaq had already commanded her that she wasn’t supposed to wear anything at all inside the house, no matter what. So, she was almost sure she was going to remain naked for all of Mushtaq’s friends to see. But she was also not sure if Mushtaq would ask her to wash her face and put on some makeup for their friends. Of course, Sajid had already seen her naked and it wasn’t a big deal for her to be nude in front of him, but she did not know who the others would be. Sajid told her over phone that they hadn’t met her so she would probably be exhibiting her nude body to new men in the slums. She was certainly starting the exhibitionist side in her these days and the thought of having to be openly naked in front of cheap strangers she hadn’t met would be very erotic, she thought.

Unsure of what Mushtaq wanted her to do, Purva just washed her hands from her husband’s saliva on her face and the sex juices she was secreting continuously. She required her husband’s permission, as was outlined in the rules that Mushtaq had set for her, to wash any of her body parts, except her hands with water. So she just washed her hands with water and sat down to cook the raw chicken. She didn’t want to disappoint her husband or his friends and wanted to make sure that all was ready, spic and span and in time before their guests arrived.

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Purva glamorously receives the guests.

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After a while, Mushtaq came after his bath. He was pleased to see his wife dutifully cooking completely nude. She was sweating heavily on account of the heat due to the cooking. Even though the kitchen was separate and just part of the single room, there was just one fan in the room and that was just over in the bed, so Purva had to cook out in the heat. Mushtaq took a wild perverted pleasure out of a rich urban housewife doing the daily chores completely in the nude, in the slums, right in front of him in his house and she was all his to enjoy and devour. He loved how obediently she behaved, only wanting to please his dear husband and nothing else. He, of course derived extreme erotic pleasure out of Purva sweating like crazy, working hard to cook in the kitchen to please his husband and his friends. Feeling fresh after his bath, he on the other hand stood there enjoying the breeze that emanated from the fan near him and the look the object of lust presented before him. Purva was busy cooking when she noticed his husband staring lustily at her while she did her chores. She smiled at him and naughtily spread her legs and got into a posture that was although slightly uncomfortable for her, but provided the best inhibited view of her ripe and red pussy to her dear hubby. In the sweat, the pussy seemed to stand out it as it still glowed with a tinge of red after Mushtaq’s latest exploitation of his dear possession. Mushtaq smiled back at his dear wife without saying anything as she widened her legs even more for the sake of Mushtaq’s perverse viewing pleasure.

“Mushtaq ji, murgha tayaar hai…ab batao mujhe kya karna hai? kuch tayaar hona padega?”, she said to her husband as she made way into the hall area and sat playfully on her husband’s lap. Mushtaq’s hands inevitably lingered over Purva’s breasts and started to play with them. “Haan randi, ek baar mooh toh dho lena keval paani se…”. purva washed her face and wiped it with a towel. Her pussy was still continuously leaking with juices, but nothing could be done about that she thought. Given that she always remained naked and hot, that was bound to happen, she thought. Mushtaq then asked her to apply some lipstick on her. She was gifted different colors of lipsticks by the local guy who sold cheap cosmetics. While she had applied lipstick rarely in her first married life, she always preferred to use branded ones. But here she was, using a cheap namesake lipstick that was locally manufactured for the slums. She took each one of them and showed them to Mushtaq. She had various colors of lipstick gifted to her- pink, blue, yellow, orange, green, black and red. Mushtaq asked her to try each one of them and show them to him and that he would decide which one he wanted her to finally put on. Purva did as commanded and Mushtaq finally agreed on the orange one. The lipsticks were certainly of very low quality as Purva applied the orange lipstick on her lips. Once she presented the view to him, Mushtaq said, “waah, kya kirrak randi lag rhi hai meri raand…par isse aur achha karne k liye…“, saying so, he got up from the bed and took her near the mirror. He then proceeded to brighten her lips even more with the orange lipstick roughly. He rubbed the tip of the orange stick roughly depositing large amounts of the silly orange paint over her lips. The final result was that the lipstick ended up running beyond the borders of her lips on to her skin as Purva felt humiliatingly hot with Mushtaq’s actions. He definitely wanted Purva to look like a cheap characterless whore. The orange color on the lips itself made her appear gaudy and now she was smothered with the orange paint that extended beyond her lips. It made her look extremely trashy. Finally, Mushtaq was content with the amount of orange paint on his wife’s lips and said “Badhiya lag rhi hai ab…ek dum mast” and patted on her ass. Purva couldn’t believe the lust he had for her and how he loved to humiliate his wife. He next asked her to apply the kajal that was also gifted. Purva naturally thought he wanted her to put on the matching orange color for the kajal as well, but Mushtaq seemed like he didn’t want the colors to match. So he asked her to apply the yellow one. Looking at herself in the mirror made her blush with unknown feelings as she looked like a roadside prostitute. Her face was packed with two contrasting unusual colors, on her lips and under her eyes and it was clear she was made to look extremely cheap and dollish. Next, Mushtaq put the kamarband that was also gifted to her, around her waist. He then asked her to bring an apple locket among the other fruit lockets that were gifted to her and he fixed it hanging right in front of her pussy. The kamarband of course, made Purva look really slutty. It was just a fake metal strip of beads that sexily hung around her waist, with a long strip hanging on her right side down until her knees. It was also designed with the same intention, to make her look cheap and trashy. The plastic apple locket hung right in front of her vagina, which of course did no job in covering her most private part. Mushtaq noticed a couple of hairs on his wife’s pussy while tying the locket, and so he took the razor and made sure to shave off any strands of growing hair that was present on his dear wife’s lovepot.

As Purva and Mushtaq stood in front of the mirror taking one last look of Purva’s makeup, they heard a knock on the door. Mushtaq urged Purva to open in the door to the guests in her glamorous state. Purva was feeling extremely shy owing to her overall presentation. She was mixed with humiliation, embarrassment and horniness as she opened the door with the cheap view of herself she was asked to present to the guests.

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The view that stood in front of them was beyond words, something that made the guests instantly tight in their pants. There stood in front of them, a damsel, nude as the day she was born with so cheap and gaudy makeup that was probably the first time a woman decided to adorn. Her orange lipstick that was too puffy and ran disproportionately all over lips making her look like a stupid bimbo slut. And the yellow kajal, man, she was looking like a shameless wanton whore. Purva stood there shyly allowing the guests to get over their initial reaction. Of course, they would have prepared for some sort of exhibitionism from her, she thought, but such a brazen and obscene view was probably not something that could have crossed their minds. She knew how dirty and nasty she appeared to them. She shyly greeted them inside their house. “Assalam aaleykum Sajid ji”, she said as Sajid entered into the house still open-mouthed at the view purva provided to them. He tapped slightly on her ass and said, “waah bhabhi, gajab maal lag rhi hai tu toh”. Purva blushed to his comment. Not knowing any of the other guests, she invited them inside the house and closed the door. The others seemed to be at loss to give any reactions to Purva’s authentic attire. They seemed to be nonplussed and their eyes were roaming all over here as they were unsure which part of Purva to concentrate on to derive maximum pleasure. Purva was enjoying the attention she got as she shyly lowered her eyes and sat on the bed like a demure housewife. Mushtaq was being greeted by his friends as they all shared a hug with Mushtaq. All the while the guys made sure to gawk at Purva’s nude body parts. She sat on the bed with her legs together. Her bald pussy was slightly visible and her lovely enormous white boobs were heaving up and down with each of Purva’s breaths. The sight that laid there was a sight to behold, as the guys tried to mentally take a snapshot of that image of Purva. Shyly, she raised her head aware that all the pair of eyes were on her and her ripe body parts. She got the confirmation and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at the looks of the men around her and she lowered her head once again. Of course, this wasn’t the first time she was made to roam around naked in the slums in front of cheap strangers, but the setting made her feel very shy and erotic. Here she was, married to an old slum worker, in his house as his dutiful wife with strangers in centimeters distance in a tiny room all around her relishing her sexy body as they wished.

As she still sat on the bed, Mushtaq said, “randi sab k liye paani le aana..”. The guys enjoyed how Mushtaq openly called her wife a whore in front of them. Of course, the guys who didn’t meet Purva knew her story and she was of course nothing but a whore, but the way Mushtaq casually addressed her as randi made them feel more horny. Also, given how Purva was ready to make all of them happy and the way she looked so naked and obedient made them so happy from inside. This was indeed an extremely sexy experience for them to witness. Purva obediently got up from the bed and got to her hubby’s order as the guys enjoyed the lovely nude backside view of Purva. The whole thing was making Purva very wet underneath as she realized the situation she was in. She was dressed not with clothes, but with gaudy and trashy makeup and a silly kamarband on her body, in front of his husband and 5 of his friends, 4 of the she didn’t even know. On top of that was the usual setting in the slums, the cheapness of the guests and the place itself, that made her go crazy with perverted pleasure. Surely, exhibiting herself in such a cheap way to the cheap men made her feel extremely horny and humiliated.

As Purva made her way back to the hall area with the tray of water glasses, all the guys were sitting on the bed chatting. Sajid saw the nude damsel walk to them shyly with the tray and said, “bhabhi yeh tu ne toh kamaal kar diya…achha aap inn se nhi mile na?”, he said. “Nhi sajid ji”, she said. It was weird she thought, as she had never really bothered to talk to Sajid with added respect. But here, in such a situation, where she alone was naked in front of all the men, she innately felt that they were more powerful than her. Involuntarily, she felt like her identity was changed due to the shameless gaudy makeup exhibiting herself to a nude roadside whore. She, of course had to talk to them with respect.

“Achha, yeh dono hai Pervez aur Kabul, yeh mere maama ke bachhe hai…”. Both of them waved their hand and said, “Hi bhabhi” while giving her the look of lust from top to bottom. They looked younger than Sajid and were probably of the same age as her, she thought. She extended her hand for a handshake. “Aur yeh hai mere dost Wasim aur Irfan”. The other guys looked as the same age as Sajid and they too greeted her while making sure to completely devour Purva’s nude and whorish look. “Aur haan bhabhi, teri koi introduction jarurat nhi hai unko, unhe sab pata hai…”, said Sajid naughtily smiling at Purva. Purva blushed slightly as she still stood there without saying a word in front of all the men in all her nakedness. She loved how humiliating it was, as she inevitably had to stand there right in front of them for all the men to devour her ripe nakedness as they wished. The guys too made no efforts to hide their desire and lust as they openly gawked at Purva’s private parts. Her bald pussy was leaking juices and she could feel it run down to her thighs. She was sure the guys all had noticed it too. As they finished their water, Mushtaq said to Purva, “randi ab ek kaam kar, ek baar neeche jhaadu se saaf kar de aur chatayi laga de…uske baad bartan me murgha tayyar rakhna”. Purva complied to her husband’s request.

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The evening was just getting started. While the guys talked nonsense on the bed, Purva swept the floor again, even though it seemed clean as she had just done it that morning. It was of course wildly humiliating for her to do such things in front of the guys who should actually be the working class, sat there comfortably on the bed completely engrossed in deriving maximum pleasure from the nude Purva. As she bent down to sweep the floor, her breasts were hanging and dangling obscenely in front of them. The guys were of course murmuring comments in urdu and Purva knew what they could possibly murmur about. Purva focused on the task at hand making sure to present all sorts of angles to the guests. She rounded it up with a quick sweep with her backside to the guys. The guys got an obscene but fantastic view of Purva’s asshole and her pussy that was glistening due to the sex juices she was secreting. Next, she got the mat and arranged it on the floor as instructed by her husband. The guests proceeded to seat themselves on the mat as Purva prepared the chicken on each of the plates for the guests. Of course, she would eat out of Mushtaq’s plate and got each of the 6 plates for the men with chicken served and got them to the hall. The guys made sure they got a good look at her bald pussy as they had a better view of it from on the floor than earlier. She stood there serving each one of them with the chicken and stood there. “Aaja meri raand, mere goad me baith ja”, Mushtaq said to her. Purva shyly complied to his order and seated herself in her dear husband’s lap much to the thrill of the guests. Wasim, one of Sajid’s friends poetically said, “Waah yehi to pyaar hota hai bhai log…kya sachha pyaar hai…”, everyone including Purva shared a friendly laugh. Sajid opened the bottle of whiskey that he had brought along with him. All of the guys loudly tinkled their steel glasses, “Cheers!” and the party was started.