Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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The next day, my husband and Chandru as usual started talking to each other from their respective balconies.  As I was in my yellow petticoat and wearing my yellow blouse over my white bra, getting ready to go to the Temple, I could hear Chandru telling my husband how jealous he was of him for marrying me, my husband was feeling so proud of himself and laughing.  “Wait a minute Chandru, let me see what my beautiful wife is doing inside and come,” my husband said and came inside our bedroom and hugged me and carried me in my yellow blouse and yellow petticoat straight to the Balcony and began kissing my lips letting Chandru watch and get jealous of him, just like he used to make Chandru jealous kissing my mom without her saree and even making love to my mom.  Since Chandru and I had already become good friends, watching me without my saree he got horny.  Watching Chandru with my half closed eyes, pulling his cock out of his lungi and stroking his beautiful cock, I got horny and began teasing Chandru by taking my husband into complete embrace and kissing his lips in a sexy way, and moaning.  Chandru could not hold it any longer and the moment my husband went down kissing my neck, and I looked at Chandru with my half closed eyes and biting my lips, our eyes met and Chandru started cumming looking into my eyes.  

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“Ram, Chandru is here,” I exclaimed pretending that I never noticed him and began pushing my husband and running inside.  The next day when my husband was out, “Meena..!  Meena..!!” Chandru started calling me from his Balcony.  I readily went to answer him, totally ignoring that I was only in my nightie with no bra or panties inside.  “Yes, Chandru,” I said standing in my Balcony and facing him.  “Meena, I am sorry about yesterday, I was shamelessly watching your husband romance you.  Feeling ashamed of myself,” Chandru said in an apologetic tone.  “Come on Chandru, you don’t have to be sorry about anything, it was all my husband’s mistake,” I said.  “But still Meena, I should have let him enjoy kissing your lips and went inside, but I, like a pervert, started admiring you in your blouse and petticoat and was shamelessly watching your lips get kissed,” Chandru said.  “I think I should apologise to you for coming out along with my husband without my saree, only in my blouse and petticoat,” I said.  “That’s fine Meena, you don’t have to apologise for coming out in your blouse and petticoat.  You looked decent in your blouse and petticoat,” Chandru said.  “But still the petticoat is an undergarment, Chandru, and it's not decent enough,” I said.  “Not decent enough if you had not worn your bra and panties inside your blouse and petticoat, Meena, but I noticed you had worn your white bra underneath your blouse, because of the bra strap cropping out of your yellow blouse, while your hugging my hugging your and kissing your lips,” as he was saying I started getting horny, but I was blushing.  “Meena!” Chandru called.  “Hmmm?!” as I exclaimed, “were you wearing your panties inside your yellow petticoat yesterday? I am asking you this just to make sure you were decent enough,” he whispered.  “Yeah, Chandru,” I whispered and was blushing.  Chandru, whom I always felt I should have married, and whose cock I have been fantasising about kissing, tasting, and sucking, asking me about my panties turned me on completely.  Since I was not wearing my bra and panties inside my nightie, I would feel my juice dripping all over my pussy and inner thighs.  “You always wear your bra and panties at home, Meena?” he whispered.  “Sometimes, but not all the time, Chandru,” I whispered, with my head down in shyness, but I was totally horny.  “Meena?!” Chandru called.  “Haan?!” as I exclaimed and looked at him.  “Are you wearing your bra inside your nightie now, Meena?” Chandru whispered.  “No,” I nodded, biting my lips and putting my head down in shyness.  “Wow..!” he exclaimed.  “And, are you wearing your panties inside your nightie, Meena?” he whispered.  “No,” I nodded, putting my head down in shyness.  “Wow.. Meena!  I could feel your nakedness underneath that nightie of yours, and all I can say now is that your husband is lucky, very lucky,” Chandru said, in a horny tone.

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I was so horny as well, “thanks Chandru, and your wife is lucky as well,” I said in a horny tone.  “Thanks Meena, but she controls me all the time,” he said.  “I know, Chandru, handsome guys like you should be treated like Kings by their wives.  If you were my husband, I would have treated you like a King,” I said in a horny tone.  “If I was your husband, would you have allowed me to kiss your beautiful lips, Meena?” Chandru asked.  “Of course.  If you were my husband I would have offered myself completely to you, Chandru,” I whispered.  “Being your husband for one day is better than living for a hundred years with my wife, Meena,” Chandru whispered in a horny tone.  “Thanks Chandru,” I whispered back in a horny tone.  “Meena, will you be my wife for one day?  You can say NO,” he whispered in a horny tone.  “Chandru, I am married to Ram,” I whispered in a horny tone.  “I know, Meena, but I am just sharing my feeling for you,” he whispered in a horny tone desperate to please me and have me.  “I am glad that you are sharing your feelings for me, Chandru, but I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.  “Just say YES.  Please,” Chandru almost begged me.  Though I wanted to say YES right away, to tease him a bit, “I need some time to think, Chandru,” I whispered.  “Take your own time, Meena.  But please consider my request,” Chandru said in a desperate but soft tone.  “I will Chandru, don’t worry,” I whispered, giving him hope.  “Thank you, Meena, thank you so much,” Chandru whispered.  “Don’t thank me Chandru, I have not decided yet,” I whispered with a smile.  He smiled back at me, and looking at me in my nightie, “are you sure you are not wearing your bra and panties inside?” he asked casually with a smile.  “Yeah, why?” I asked with a smile.  “Knowing that you are not wearing your bra and panties inside your nightie and talking to me makes me horny, Meena,” Chandru whispered with a naughty smile.  “You are crazy, Chandru,” I said with a smile and came inside, teasing him.  “Meena, wait, don’t Go,” Chandru called, but I laughed loudly so he could hear and went inside my bedroom.  “Meena… Meena… Meena….” Chandru kept on calling.  As I went to the Balcony, “Yes, Chandru” I said smiling at Chandru, as I was horny seeing Chandru again.  “Catch this,” he said and threw a plastic bag which had a Red Chiffon Saree inside.  “What is this?” I exclaimed.  “Meena, in case you decide to be my wife for one day, you have to wear this Red saree for me,” Chandru said in an emotional tone.

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 “Chandru, I haven’t decided yet,” I said.  “If you decide, you have to wear this saree for me, please,” Chandru almost begged.  “You mean if I decide, right?” I said with a smile, putting the saree back in the plastic bag.  “Please make a good decision, Meena.  All I want in my life to live as your husband for one day and I don’t mind if I die the next day after living as your husband,” Chandru said in an emotional tone.  “Chandru, don’t say that,” I said.  “I mean it, Meena, you are that special to me, and I want you so badly in my life, just for one day,” Chandru said.  “Chandru, like I said, I need time to decide,” I said; though I said that, deep inside I had already made up my mind to be Chandru’s wife for a day and I had already decided the day as well.  “Meena, please take your own time, I don’t want to push on you,” Chandru said.  “Thanks for understanding my situation, Chandru,” I said.  “Hope you understand my situation as well and let me have you soon, Meena.  The more I look at you now in your nightie without your bra and panties inside, the more I am getting horny,” Chandru said in a horny tone.  I was already horny, “Chandru, please control yourself,” I whispered.  “How Meena, how?  You are standing right in front of me in your nightie, and realising the fact that you are not wearing your bra and panties inside your nightie is turning me on,” Chandru whispered in a horny way and was desperate.  Chandru being this desperate to have me was driving me crazy and my juices had already started to flow all over my inner thighs as I was not wearing my panties inside.  “Chandru, shall I wear my bra and panties inside and come?  Will you be comfortable talking to me then?” I whispered teasing him.  “No, Meena, no, don’t wear your bra and panties inside,” as Chandru was saying, I heard someone knock on my door and I went to answer the door.

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To Be Continued..!

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It was the postman, and he gave a letter, it was for my husband.  I signed and collected the letter from the postman and went back to the Balcony and to flirt with Chandru and enjoy myself as I was enjoying this feeling of being horny as it has been months since my husband had made love to me, and my body was aching for a cock inside me.  My husband, who was totally enjoying my mom’s pussy all this while, completely ignored me.  Even the last time when he took me to the Balcony only in my petticoat and blouse and tried to romance me, I was hoping that he would make love to me after, but he was clearly doing that to make Chandru jealous.  Now, more than my husband, my body wanted Chandru, and I was missing him for the whole 5 minutes while I was with the postman.  Placing the Inland letter near the Tape Recorder, I hurried towards the Balcony to flirt with Chandru.  As I hurried my braless boobs inside my nightie dangled and Chandru was biting his lips and smiling and looking at my boobs over my nightie.  “Meena, go wear your bra and come, your bosoms are distracting,” Chandru said with a naughty smile.  “Are you sure you want me to wear my bra inside?” I asked with a smile.  “No, just kidding, don’t wear your bra inside, I mean never wear your bra and panties if you are with me.  If you wear your bra and panties inside, I am gonna come there and remove your bra and panties myself,” he said.  Though he was telling me casually, the thought of Chandru coming here and removing my bra and panties was making me feel more horny.  “Okay okay, I won’t wear my bra and panties inside,” as I said with a smile, but feeling horny inside, someone knocked on his door.  “Excuse me, Meena,” he exclaimed and went to answer the door.  It was his fellow Army Jawans all over his living room with letters in their hands, and Chandru came running towards the Balcony.  “Meena, busy with my friends, I will talk to you later, okay?” he said.  Though I was disappointed, “okay, Chandru,” I said with a smile.  “And, Meena, please make your decision really quick okay?  I am missing you already, and I can’t wait to be your husband for a day and have you, Meena,” Chandru said in a desperate and hurried tone.  “Me to Chandru,  I can’t wait to have you as well,” I almost said, but I just smiled at him.  “Chandru, are you there?” his friends called.  “Guys I am coming,” Chandru said.  “It's an important matter, damn it,” he friends yelled.  “Meena, I have to go…  I have to go… if you had made your decision, decide the date as well okay?” he said.  “Chandru.. Come here,” his friends called again.  “Meena, I have to go, bye… Ummmammh … to your pussy, can’t wait to have it,” he said and left.  Just love the way he gave a flying kiss to my pussy, and left.

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I was so horny as I walked inside, and I had already decided to be Chandru’s wife for a day and let him have my pussy all he wanted.  I had already decided to be his wife for the entire day.  It was Chandru’s Birthday in a couple of days and I had decided to surprise him by wearing the Red saree he gave it for me to wear if I decided to be his wife for one whole day, and gift myself to Chandru on this Birthday and let him have my pussy as his one day wife and enjoy himself and enjoy myself letting Chandru make love to me.

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In the evening, I was free and decided to go to the temple, not just to pray to God that this one day thing with Chandru should end up well, but also to get help from the Temple Priest’s wife to find me a good tailor.  Ever since I moved to Hyderabad from a small village in Tamil Nadu, I could barely make friends outside our Military Quarters, as it was a '. Dominated area and I could barely speak a word in Urdu or Hindi.  The only person outside our Military Quarters I speak to, I discuss things with, I ask help from, was Jaya, the wife of a Ganesha Temple Priest.  Jaya and I got along really well, because we both were Tamil girls I guess, I don’t know.  We started with just gossiping, then started talking about all the affairs the heroines had with others, then moved on to sharing our crazy encounters with strangers, and then sharing things about the guys we were crazy about us and enjoying the feeling of them lusting after us.  When Jaya shared with me about how she teased a local wealthy Marble Quarry owner who had come to visit their temple, and how he went crazy looking at her navel and boobs in her blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check her out and how she was teasing him up nicely every time he came; I started sharing about my Chandru, how he has been crazy about me and how I have been teasing him.  Jaya and I became very good friends.

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Since Chandru’s Birthday was just 2 Days away, and I had decided to be Chandru’s wife for one day, and offer myself to him on his Birthday, and I had decided to surprise Chandru wearing the Red Chiffon Saree he gave, I had to find a Tailor to stitch me a blouse for the Red Chiffon Saree.  The only person in the whole of Hyderabad who could help me find a Tailor was Jaya.  Packing the Red Chiffon saree Chandru gave me in a bag, I decided to get ready to go to the Temple to meet Jaya.

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Taking a nice hot water shower, I towelled myself and wore my black panties.  Just wearing my Black panties and covering my pussy and ass cheeks itself started bringing in the thoughts of Chandru.  “Chandru is gonna love you when he removes your panties, Meena,” I said to myself looking at the mirror.  I wore my white panties and looked at myself in the mirror in my white bra and black panties, “Chandru, this beauty is all yours, don’t worry,” I said to myself.  Wearing my white petticoat over my Black Panties and wearing a pink blouse over my white bra, I wore my pink chiffon saree and got ready to go to the Temple.  As I took the local bus to go to the temple, the whole time I was travelling, I was thinking about Chandru and was feeling horny.  Even when my next stop came and got up and was standing waiting for my stop to arrive, I was thinking about Chandru and was feeling horny.  The conductor came towards me and was saying something in Telugu, which I could not understand, I was just smiling and nodding at him, and he even started looking like Chandru to me.  Even if the conductor, who was standing right in front of me, who looked like Chandru to me had kissed my lips, I would have kissed his lips back, that horny I was thinking about Chandru.  “Madam, Ganesh Temple Stop,” he said.  “Oh, thank you Chandru, sorry.. Thank you sir,” I said and got down from the bus.  The bus started moving, the conductor was standing on the footboard and was looking at me, looking confused, and I was looking at him back, and he was looking like Chandru to me.  As the Conductor smiled at me, I started smiling back at him.  “Meena, what is wrong with you, why are you smiling at him, he is not Chandru,” I said to myself entering the temple.  “So what?  What is wrong in smiling and being polite to him?” I said to myself as well.

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As I met the temple priest, “Swamiji, where is Jaya?” I asked.  “Meena, she went to your house to take you to buy bras and panties, and you are here?” he asked.  “Swamiji, I came here to take her to the Tai….” as I was about to say “tailor” and looked at the Plastic Bag which had the Red Chiffon Saree which Chandru gave it to me, and which also had my measurement blouse in it, I realised out of absent mindedness I had left the Plastic Bag inside the Bus it self.  As I started leaving quickly, “Meena, where are you going?” the priest asked.  “Jaya must be waiting for me, I have to go to my house immediately,” I said, as I tried to rush towards the bus stop, “Meena, wait,” the priest said and held my hand.  As I stopped and looked at him, “Meena, come with me,” he said and took me inside the temple.  “Meena, I have given all the money I have to buy bras and panties for Jaya.  If she runs out of money, can you help her with money?” the priest said.  “Sure, Swamiji,” as I said.  “Oh thank you so much, Meena,” the priest said and all of a sudden started hugging me, which I was taken aback by.  As I was hoping that he would break the hug, “Jaya is so lucky to have you as her friend, Meena,” he whispered and began feeling up my ass cheeks over my saree, and I quickly broke the hug.  “I have to go, Swamiji, I have left my saree in the bus,” I said and started rushing towards the bus stop.  As I rushed to the bus stop and was clueless about how to get my bag I left in the Bus back, a bus stopped at the opposite stop, and it was the same bus in which I came and got down and the same Conductor who looked like Chandru to me and I was smiling back at, “Madam, your bag..!” he screamed from the window seat.

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I was so happy that I started running towards the bus, totally ignoring the conductor and the driver looking at my boobs dangling in my blouse over my pink blouse and pink chiffon saree.  The bus was totally empty and I got inside the bus and collected my plastic bag which had my Red Chiffon saree and also my blouse for measurement in it from the conductor.  “Thank you so much,” I said.  “Thank God, I found you here, or I would have come all the way to your Military Quarters and given it to you,” the conductor said in Telugu.  Though I understood Telugu, I could not really speak, and I said “thank you,” mixing Tamil and Telugu.  “Oh you are a Tamil Ammayi?” he asked in Telugu if I was a Tamil Girl, understanding that I was a Tamil Girl.  “Yeah,” I said and as I struggled to frame another sentence in Telugu to say how thankful I am for his kind gesture, “it's okay, Tamil Ammayi, speak to me in Tamil, I can understand, but I can talk in Tamil,” the conductor said.  “Fair enough, you talk to him in Tamil and he will understand and you talk to her in Telugu and she will understand,” the driver said.  As I smiled at the driver, he smiled at me and looked at the Conductor, “Balaraju, shall we leave?” the driver asked the conductor.  “Wait, where is this bus going?” I asked.  “To the bus depot,” the driver said.  “Where do you want to go, Tamil Ammayi?” the conductor asked.  “I want to go to the Military Quarters,” I said.  “Let's drop my Tamil Ammayi at the Military Quarters Bus Stop and then go to the Depot,” the conductor said to the driver in Telugu.  “Your Tamil Ammayi?” the driver said in Telugu and laughed and started the bus.  As the bus started moving, I felt off balance and sat on the front seat.  I was happy that they were going to drop me at my stop.  “Yeah, she is my Tamil Ammayi, she is so beautiful, I like her and she likes me as well and that’s why she was smiling at me when she got down from the bus,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “But she is really beautiful, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Yeah, I have never seen a beautiful girl like this around here, man.  What a babe she is, nice and tall like an Arabian Horse, so tempted to taste her lips, man,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “Watching boobs dangling in her blouse when she came running to our bus, my dick started to stand man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “When she was running towards our bus with her boobs dangling in her blouse, I felt like getting down from the bus and running towards her and hugging her, man,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “Should remove her saree pallu and see how her boobs look in her pink blouse, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “I wanna hug her without her saree, man, only in her blouse and petticoat,” the conductor said in Telugu.  

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The driver and the conductor were horny and talking dirty about me, totally forgetting the fact that I can understand Telugu, and at the same time thinking that I can’t hear them properly amidst the bus’s engine noise.  Though they were talking dirty about me, I was quietly enjoying their conversation about me and was feeling horny as well.  “Should not just remove her saree and hug her only in her blouse and petticoat, but also remove her pink blouse and petticoat and hug her naked, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Naked? She is wearing a bra inside her blouse, it is see through her pink blouse,” the conductor said.  “She is wearing a bra as well?” the driver exclaimed.  “Yeah, man, my sister is married and settled in Madras, I have been there several times.  Tamil babes there wear their bra and panties inside their sarees,” the conductor said.  “How do you know they wear their bra and panties inside their sarees?” the driver asked.  “At my sister’s place in Madras, there will be two or three bathrooms on top of the terrace, right next to each other just for bathing.  Through the small gaps through the bathrooms, I used to watch the House owner Aunty remove her saree, blouse and petticoat, and she will be wearing a bra and panties inside.  Watching her remove her bra and panties, I used to jerk off.  Even I have noticed her daughters wearing their bras panties inside, through the bathroom hole,” the conductor said.  “At night when the daughters used to dry their panties on the terrace, I used to secretly steal some of their panties and jerk off wrapping it around my cock,” the conductor said in Telugu.  “What a pervert!” I said to myself softly.  “You mean to say, this Tamil Ammayi is also wearing her panties inside?” the driver asked.  “Of course, man,” the conductor said.  “Ask her if she is wearing her panties inside, man,” the driver said in Telugu.  “Come on, man, she just now started to like me, and you want me to ask if she is wearing her panties inside her saree?” the conductor exclaimed in Telugu.  Usually if I had seen anyone talking dirty about me, I would have either yelled at them and left the place, but today I was horny thinking about Chandru, and me being horny I started shamelessly enjoying the driver and the conductor talking about my bra and panties I am wearing inside and getting more horny, and I could feel my panties getting wet already. 

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“Come on Balaraju, ask her man, her stop is nearing,” the driver kept on nudging the conductor to ask me if I was wearing my panties inside my saree.  The conductor was feeling nervous and looking at me.  Since the conductor’s face was constantly reminding me of Chandru, the conductor, looking at me with a nervous look, was turning me on and I decided to tease them both.  I stood up pretending to be getting ready to get down as my stop was approaching.  As the conductor was looking at me nervously to ask if I was wearing my panties inside my saree, looking into his eyes, I lifted both my arms and held the railings and gave a full view of my waist and navel and even my left boobs in my pink blouse and my wet underarms in my pink blouse, and teased both of them.  “My God..!” the driver exclaimed, stopping the bus at my stop.  The conductor's eyes were all over me and was dying to hug me.  “She is so beautiful, man,” the driver exclaimed in Telugu.  “Thank you!” I said in Telugu.  “I also heard what you guys were talking about me all this while,” I said, biting her lips and smiling.  “What?!” the driver exclaimed.  “Yeah, and Yes, I am wearing my panties inside my Saree,” I said and smiled at them and hurriedly started getting down from the bus.  “Hey Tamil Ammayi,” the conductor called.  As I turned around and looked at him, “what colour panties are you wearing inside?” the conductor asked in a horny tone.  “Why should I tell you?” I asked, teasing him standing at the final step of the bus.  “Please, Tamil Ammayi, tell me what colour panties you were wearing inside your saree,” the conductor asked in a horny and at the same time desperate tone scratching his cock over his pants, and got down a couple of steps and stood behind me.  “At least tell me, for the sake of saving your new saree for you,” the conductor asked in a desperate tone.  I turned around and looked into his eyes, and he was scratching his cock over his panties and looking at me.  He was completely turned on and looked ready to take me and make love to me.  Before he could make the situation worse and also to tease him more, “okay… I am wearing my Black colour panties inside my saree,” I said and started getting down from the bus and walking as far as I could.  “Tamil Ammayi, wait..!” he called from the bus, but I did not turn around and began walking as fast as I could.  “Tamil Ammayi, please,” he begged and as I turned around, “please don’t leave me like this,” he said in a desperate tone.  “Please don’t leave you like what?” I asked, knowing that he was horny and desperate.  “I know you like me, you smiled at me while getting down at the Temple Stop,” the conductor said in a desperate tone.  “Look I have to go, my friend is waiting for me,” I said and started to leave.  For a moment I started cursing myself for teasing him a bit in the bus and started entering the Military Quarters.

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As I entered the Military Quarters, the Army Security guy closed the gate, and the conductor could not enter inside and I started walking as fast as I could, “Tamil Ammayil, please wait… Tamil Ammayi….. Please…..” as the conductor began screaming on top of his voice watching me leave, the Army security guy started pushing him away, but he kept on calling me “Tamil Ammayi,” and I started feeling guilty for teasing him on the bus.  “Meena, he saved your saree, and even dropped you at your stop in the Govt Bus, and ignoring him like this is unfair,” as I was telling myself, “Tamil Ammayi,” he screamed and the Army security guys started beating him up.  “No…..!” I screamed and started running towards them.  “Guards…. Stop it please … he is my friend… he is my friend,” I said and helped him get up.  “Are you sure?” the Army security guys asked.  “Yeah,” I said and took the conductor inside, putting my arm around him as he was struggling to walk.

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As we reached our Quarters and I was about to take the stairs, “Look, I am very sorry, okay?  And thank you for dropping me at my Bus Stop, can you please leave now?” I whispered.  “Just tell me you like me as well, and I will leave,” the conductor said.  “I am married,” I almost said, but somehow did not say.  “Please tell me you like me, I know you were smiling at me while getting down at the Temple Stop.  You raised your arms and showed me your body and even told me about your panties, it means you like me right?” he said.  “Please leave, people are going to come now,” I said.  “Tell me you like me, I will leave,” he said.  “I like you, please leave,” I said.  “No, not like that,” he said.  “Then, how?” I asked.  He held my face, “my beautiful Tamil Ammayi, I know you like me and I like you more than you like me.  We are made for each other,” he whispered.  “Please…” I whispered.  “You hate me now?  Because of my dark skin complexion and my dark lips?” he whispered.  “No, please, I am not that kind of a girl, I don’t discriminate against people based on their skin colour,” I whispered.  “Then what is stopping you from telling me that you like me as well?  Are you married?” he asked.  “No, I am not,” I said quickly.  The conductor being this desperate and crazy about me was turning me on too much, and I started ignoring his looks and was losing my self control.  “Tell me you like me, please Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered in a desperate tone.  I was too horny and looking at his dark lips and ignoring his ugly face, “I like you, I like you so much Balaraju,” I whispered.  “Mmmm… I love you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and started kissing my lips and I started kissing his lips back.  As he was kissing my lips, he started grabbing my boobs over my pink blouse and my pink saree and began squeezing my boobs, making me weak.  At this point I had already surrendered to him, and if he had carried me anywhere to make love to me, I would have let him have my pussy.

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That’s when I heard a couple of kids who lived on the ground floor running and coming towards the ground floor and their parents telling them to go slow from a distance.  Quickly breaking the kiss, “Balaraju, please leave, people are coming,” I said and started running towards the first floor, but he was in no mood to let me go and kept following me to the first floor.  “I told you to leave, Balaraju,” I whispered looking at him.  “How can I leave you my love,” he whispered and started hugging me and started kissing my lips again.  “Please Balaraju, leave, we can kiss later,” I whispered begging as the family on the first floor could come at any moment and I don’t want to get caught.  “Okay.. but you are MY Tamil Ammayi, right?” he whispered, holding my waist and looking at me from head to toe in disbelief that I actually fell for him.  “Yeah, I am your Tamil Ammayi, now leave please,” I whispered.  “Okay.. I will leave, but I want you to remove the black panties you are wearing inside and give it to me,” he whispered.  “What?! No way,” I exclaimed.  “No Way?! I am not gonna leave this place without your panties,” he whispered.  “Please Balaraju,” I begged.  “No way, I am not leaving without your panties,” he whispered in a strict tone.  “Please Balaraju,” I begged again.  “Please Tamil Ammayi, just remove your panties and give it to me, I promise I will leave immediately,” he whispered.  Clearly I had no other choice but to make him leave but to remove my panties and give it to him.  I could clearly feel that I was cornered.  Biting my lips and looking around, I started lifting my pink saree along with my white petticoat and caught my black panties, and teased him with my well toned thighs and inner thighs a bit and began pulling my Black panties down.  “My God, Tamil Ammayil, you are so hot,” he exclaimed as I pulled my panties till my anklets.  As I took my legs one after the other from my Black panties, I gave my Black panties to the conductor.  The conductor collected my Black panties with both his hands like receiving Prasadam in the temple.  Putting my Black panties inside his pants pocket, “thank you Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and as I was hoping that he would leave and smiled at him, he started kissing my lips and I and gave a couple of kisses back to his lips and broke the kiss.  As he smiled at me after kissing my lips, “thank you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered and started hugging me.  That hug clearly showed that he had fallen in love with me.  “Thank you my Tamil Ammayi,” he whispered, looking into my eyes, and smiling at me and started getting down from the stairs.  That’s when I realised my husband must be at home and if he finds out I am not wearing my panties, he will suspect me and at the same time my black panties were dirty with full of my juices as a result of being horny the whole day, and I did not want the conductor to think that I am not a clean girl, therefore I decided to somehow take back my panties.  If I asked him, he wouldn't give, therefore the only chance to get my panties back was to steal it from him.  “Balaraju?” I called the conductor.  “Yes,” he said and started climbing the stairs and coming towards me with a huge smile on his face.  “Balaraju, do you really like me?” I asked gently, placing my hands on his shoulders.  “Like you? I have fallen in love with you, my beautiful Tamil Ammayi.  I want to marry you and make you my wife,” the conductor whispered in an emotional tone.  “Balaraju!,” as I exclaimed and brought my hands down and placed them over his pockets, I could feel my panties inside them.  “My God, I just love the way you say my name, it sounds so sweet,” he whispered and brought his lips close to my lips.  As I closed my eyes and pulled my Black Panties from his pocket, he began kissing my lips, and I kissed his lips back nicely and sent him home.

[novelistcasanova]

Making sure there was no one around me, I quickly lifted my pink saree and white petticoat and started wearing my black panties.  As I was pulling my black panties above my thighs to my shock I saw one of my Bharatanatyam student’s elder brother Mohan Rao watching me wear my panties, hiding, though the partially opened door.  “Mohan… wait..” as I called him, he closed the door and locked it from inside.  I was scared like hell as he would tell this to my husband, especially his mom who is a big mouth and spread this to the entire Military Quarters.  “Mohan, please open the door, please,” I started begging, as I was helpless and I just wanted to make sure if he had seen the entire thing.  After knocking on the door several times he came outside, “Mohan Rao, I am sorry, I had to wear my panties in front of you okay, I did not see you watching,” I said in an apologetic tone holding his face.  “It's okay, Aunty,” Mohan said.  “Thank you Mohan, I am sorry about wearing my panties in front of you, I did not see you,” I kept saying to see if he would say he had seen the entire thing or not.  “It's okay Aunty.  Who was that uncle who was kissing your lips, Aunty?” he asked.  “Oh, that’s my brother,” I said, faking a smile.  “Your dad and mom are Tamil, right?” he asked.  “Yeah,” I said.  “Then how come your brother was speaking to you in Telugu when you were speaking to him in Tamil?” he asked.  “Mohan, he is settled here and wants me to show off that he has learnt Telugu,” I said.  “But he kept calling you my Tamil Ammayi, My Love, and when he asked him if he likes you, he said he loves you, and guess what?! When he asked you to remove your panties and give it to him, you removed your panties and gave it to him.  Which sister would remove her panties and give it to her brother?” Mohan said.  It was clear that Mohan had seen the entire thing.  “Mohan don’t tell this to anyone okay? Please.  I will buy anything for you,” I said.  “I don’t want you to buy me anything.  First apologise for slapping me when I kissed your lips,” he said.  “Mohan, you are the one who kissed my lips in the dark?” I exclaimed.  “Yeah, it was me, now apologise for slapping me,” he said.  “I am sorry Mohan, I thought it was someone else,” I said.  I really thought it was my husband’s cousin, who was a civilian and had come to meet my husband.  Throughout his whole 1 week stay he was spending all this time ogling at me and hiding and watching me change my dress.  Though I complained to my husband, he was yelling at me for not covering up fully and not closing my bedroom door fully.

[novelistcasanova]

One evening as I was taking Bharatnatyam Classes for girls in our Military Quarters, on the terrace.  A couple of boys from our Military Quarters used to accompany their sisters and even used to wait in the corner and watch.  While I was teaching Bharatnatyam to the girls and they were practising with full concentration, I saw my husband’s cousin coming to the terrace, though he was standing in the other corner, he was shamelessly ogling at the girls and sat on the ground and feasting his eyes with the panty peeks we used to give while we all were dancing in your skirts.  No matter how hard I tried not to give him any panty peeks, my stupid skirt kept up raising and giving him full view of my white panties I was wearing inside.  As the girls were concentrating fully on the dance moves, I did not want to stop the dance and continued dancing and at the same time trying hard to ignore him feasting his eyes all over my white panties while I was practising.  That’s when there was a power cut, and it was totally dark.  Stopping the dance practice, as we all started getting down the stairs in the dark, I could feel a person in the dark coming in front of me, lifting my skirt with his hands behind and grabbing my ass cheeks over my white panties and kissing my lips.  As he tried to insert his hand from the front of my white panties and insert his hand inside my white panties and grab my pussy, I caught his hand with my left hand and gave him a tight slap, and he escaped in the dark.