Indian wife and construction workers (all collections)

[nandoghosh]

Tarun." my wife said one night after dinner after putting our 8-year old son Apu to bed.

"Yes, Purva?" I replied.

"How serious are you about the whole open marriage thing?"

"What?"

"You know, what you keep bringing up every few weeks. That we should experiment. With other people."

I looked at Purva with surprise. She had a curious expression on her face. Wow, she had actually brought up the topic herself! My heart jumped with joy.

Purva and I are both 32 years old, and have been married for ten years. Before that, we dated for four years in college. People talk about seven year itches. It has been fourteen years of us being faithful to each other. Obviously, a lot of sameness and staleness had set in. There was also the fact that we had lost our virginities to each other, so we had never been with anyone else. 

Like most men, I started flirting with the idea of experimentation. Threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, were all things I read about online. For years I had fantasized about sharing my wife with someone else. And sleeping with other women. But for years, I kept my fantasies and thoughts to myself. 

I finally decided to broach the subject soon after we turned thirty, and we had been through an exceptionally mediocre sexual phase. We were having sex about once a fortnight, and not memorable sex at that. Which was a shame. Because my wife was still a hot woman. In fact, even hotter than when we had started dating, if that were possible. Childbirth and subsequent years had been good on her, and she had gone from being a slim svelte pretty young lady with medium sized boobs to a curvy attractive woman with big boobs. After Apu was born, she quit her job and became a full time stay at home mom. But it did not make her swell up like some other housewives. She still had a flat stomach, but everything else was curved in the most delectable ways. I too was physically in a much better shape than in college. I worked out regularly, had lost the tiny tire I used to have around my belly, and still had a thick head of hair, unlike some of my balding ageing friends. 



Both of us got complimented on how great we looked, especially by friends who had let themselves go. So the lean sex phase, at least for me, was not because I stopped finding my wife attractive. I just craved some newness.



When I first brought up the idea, Purva got really upset. She accused me of having my eye on some young hot woman, which is why I was broaching the topic of an open marriage. I protested saying I wasn't looking for a license to cheat. If I wanted to, I could have affairs on the side (which was true). But I was interested in both of us exploring our horizons. Looking for variety. With complete honesty. I wanted us to be "open" in the truest sense of the word.



But Purva would have none of it. That fight lasted a day, and I dropped the subject. Since then, I would try to bring it up casually. Maybe forward her a story from literotica. She always reacted angrily in the initial days. But of late, she had started just calmly turning my idea down. 



Two years later, it seemed like I pretty much had no chance of any experimentation. So I had not broached the subject in months. Which is why Purva bringing it up by herself delighted me. And I could not help just grin at her stupidly.



"Well? How serious are you?" Purva asked again.



"Very serious, Purva." I said, with a smile.


"Are you sure?"Yes, absolutely. Why?" 



"Have you thought about the repercussions of fantasy turning into reality? It is one thing to fantasize about your wife sleeping with someone else. To deal with the practical implications is a wholly different thing." she said.



"I know it won't be easy. But it'll work both ways. You will also have to deal with the idea of me with someone else."



"To be honest, that has been the biggest stumbling block for me for this open marriage idea." Purva tilted her head and said. "I don't know if I can stomach the idea of you sleeping with some other woman. Even if it is when I am around like in a threesome. Hell, especially if I am around."



"Okay."



"But you are alright with the idea of me fooling around with other men? Really?" Purva asked.



"Yes, I am. All that matters to me is honesty. I am alright with the idea of you with other men." I said with conviction. I had fantasized about it for years. Yes, getting to sleep with other women would be great. But honestly, what turned me on much more was the idea of my beautiful wife with someone else. With or without me being around.



"I agree that you think you are. But I don't know if you actually will be." Purva said.



I looked at Purva, and sat back with my hands on my head.



"What's going on, Purva? What brought this on?"



Purva shifted uncomfortably and winced a little.


"Well....." she said and paused "I have been getting some obvious and blatant passes made at me recently. And in the interest of honesty, I must say I am a little intrigued."That seemed like a benign thing. Purva, like I said, was incredibly attractive. Guys made passes at her all the time. Heck, some of my colleagues often flirted with her blatantly, often right in front of me. 



"Guys make passes at you all the time." I said. "What has intrigued you this time?"



"Okay, you might freak out and end this open marriage thing altogether, but....." Purva said, "I am talking about the construction guys."



"Construction guys? You mean the ones working on the house next door?" Our neighbor had sold his old house, and the person who bought it had knocked it down and was building a new one. A construction crew had been working on the site for a few months now.



"Yes."



"What passes are they making?"



"Well, when I am outside, they will start singing suggestive songs. Whistle occasionally."



"That's it?"



"That was until today."



"What happened today?"



"Nothing major. Two of them came over to the house to make a phone call. And they were blatantly checking me out, whispering to each other, and again making suggestive comments."



"Okay."


"And what intrigued me was the proximity to them. Their dirty sweaty bodies. Their swarthy looks. The aggression in their body language. It all...well...sort of excited me.""Really?"



"I know this might creep you out. But if we are to.....experiment, I am personally more attracted to the idea of experimenting with some of these lower class blue collar guys, than middle class folks like us."



I stared at Purva with my mouth open.



"That freaks you out, doesn't it?" Purva asked, raising her voice a little bit.



"No, not really." I said, shaking my head. "To be honest, of all the erotic stories I read online, the ones that I like the most are the ones with educated women with lower class guys. I just never mentioned it to you because I thought you might find the idea disgusting."



"It is disgusting. Which is what excites me so much. Does that make sense?" Purva said, cocking her eyebrows.



"Yes, perfectly." I said. "So these two guys who came over. Tell me about them."



"One of them was an absolute Greek god. Tall, well-built, ruggedly handsome face. He is young, probably 20 or so. He is the one I was attracted to. The other guy is forgettable. Short, about my height, average built, and old. The old guy was the more blatant one though."



"Hmmm... so what are you thinking of doing next?"



"Well, I am not sure. I am not experienced in these matters."



"So do you think....." she started saying when we both heard Apu call out for her.


We both rushed to his room. He had had a bad dream. He was shivering and crying. We consoled him, and eventually had to let him sleep in our bed that night. Which meant no further discussion was possible.The next morning too, Apu was awake and getting ready for college, as I was getting ready for work. So we couldn't talk about it. I left for work, and had a busy day. When I came back in the evening, Purva was helping Apu with his homework. Then we had dinner. Watched TV. Finally at 10 pm, Apu went to bed, and we got some time alone.



I was in bed already. Purva brushed her teeth and joined me in bed. She snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest.



"So, should we pick up our conversation where we left it off yesterday?" I asked.



She didn't say anything.



"Well?"



"Actually, something happened today." she said.



"Huh?"



"Nothing major, Tarun. Just that the two guys from yesterday came over to make a phone call again."



"Ah." I said.



"And this time, they asked if they could wait for a return call. Something about when to expect the new batch of material or something. I paused and considered their question. One of them, the young dishy one, sensed my discomfort and said they could leave, and I could just have them over when the phone call came."



"And what did you say?"


"I told them it was fine if they waited. They both sat on the floor. And I just stood around wondering what I should do. The older one asked me if they could have some water. And I, out of habit, asked them if they would like some tea as well. They said yes."So you made them tea. What else?"



"Let me tell you in sequence." Purva said, slapping me gently on my cheek. "So I went to the kitchen and started making tea. A few seconds later, the old guy walked into the kitchen. He was the one who always checked me out blatantly. As I made tea, he just stared at me. I started feeling uncomfortable. I wished the young guy had been there instead. But this old man was here, just staring at me. So I asked him what his name was. Sajid, he answered. Then he said the other one was his nephew, named Rasul."



"What then?" I asked.



"Don't interrupt. Let me tell you things one at a time." Purva said.



(Purva narrates->)



"What is your name?" Sajid asked me.



"Purva." I said.



"How old are you, Purva?" Sajid asked, referring to me just by my name. No Purva madam or Purva memsahib or anything, like someone like him would usually say.



"32." I answered.



"32? Hmmm.... that old and only one child?" he asked.



"Yes."



"Surprising."



"Why surprising?"



"My first wife, by the time she was 32, already had six kids. And she is not even half as pretty as you."


"What does prettiness have to do with it?" I asked, genuinely confused, blushing a little at his compliment."I couldn't control myself." he said, winked and started laughing. "Looks like your husband has a lot of self-control."



I didn't say anything. I was a bit shocked at how quickly he was making sexual innuendos. 



"If I was married to you, you would have a dozen kids by now." he said, and laughed some more.



I stayed silent again. The tea was almost ready. I reached for the sugar box on the shelf.



"Let me help you." he said, and lunged forward. 



It's not like the shelf was too high or anything. And he's not too tall anyway. But it was obvious what his intention was. He pressed his body close to mine, and his arm was touching mine as we both reached for the sugar box. My hand was already gripping it. He pressed his hand onto mine. And just stayed like that.



I was surprised at his sudden move. His body was almost hugging mine, and I could feel his crotch against my ass. He stayed like that, and so did I for a few seconds. I think he was testing my limits. He was checking to see if I would push him off. And I wanted to. But.....but the touch of a strange male body felt so different. And there was that workman odor he had - of sweat and dirt and grime. I was almost intoxicated.



Soon I came to my senses, and shook him off. He immediately stepped back. I looked at him with anger in my eyes. He just smiled.



"How old are you?" I asked in an upset voice.



"55." he said. 



"You are old enough to be my father." I said.


"Does that turn you on?" he asked and winked.I was about to say something nasty in response, when the phone rang.



"That's our call." he said and rushed out of the kitchen. 



I was obviously shaken. A little bit intrigued at his aggression, but also a bit scared. I was almost shivering. A couple of minutes later, I composed myself, poured the tea in cups, and walked out with the tray.



Sajid had by then finished the phone call and was sitting on the floor whispering something to his nephew Rasul. As soon as I walked in, Sajid stopped whispering. Rasul looked at me and suppressed a snicker.



I was still a bit upset. I put the tray on the table and sat on the couch. They both took a cup each and started drinking.



"Outstanding. This is the best tea I have ever had." Sajid said in a loud voice. "What is your secret, Purva?"



"It's just tea." I said.



"No secret ingredient?" he asked.



"It's just tea." I said again.



"Then it is your delicious touch that makes it so good." Sajid said, and Rasul started giggling.



We sat in silence as they drank the tea. Both of them stealing glances at me and occasionally giggling. I reached for a magazine and started reading. Finally, they finished their tea, and started to leave.



"Thanks for the tea." Sajid said, walking out the door.


(Purva's narration ends)
I had been listening to Purva with a mixture of jealousy and excitement. The idea of a 55-year old construction worker feeling up my wife in our own kitchen seemed so wrong, yet so exciting. the episode had been relatively benign, but I had a major hard-on.



"Well, what do you...." Purva started asking, but was interrupted my kiss. I jumped on top of her and started stripping her naked. 



She reached for my pants. And we had the best, most passionate sex in ages. Twenty minutes later, we were both naked in each others arms.



"I am so relieved." Purva said breathlessly.



"Relieved?"



"Yes, I wasn't sure how you would react. I thought you might get upset. But your reaction shows me that you were at least partly right about your own attitude towards this."



"So what next?" I asked.



"Only time will tell." she said and we kissed again.


I got up and opened the window. I could see the house next door. And I saw a small bonfire in front of it. A dozen or so workers were gathered around it, smoking and playing cards. I wondered what the future held for them, and for us.

[nandoghosh]

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[nandoghosh]

The excitement of that was followed by a lull. The men did not come over for the next few days, and Purva started wondering if they read her haughty reaction to mean their advances were unwelcome. And they were scared she might call the cops or something. For four days, every time I asked Purva if something had happened, her reaction was in the negative.

The fifth day when I came home, I could sense something had happened, based on two things. First, her attire. Purva, like any Indian housewife, usually wore a sari or salwar kameez at home. But that day when I came home, she was wearing a knee-length skirt and a blouse. Second, she had a very sly smile on her face when she spoke to me. Obviously, she could not say anything in front of our son. But I was sure that things had moved forward today.

"So I'm guessing you have a report to make." I said, when she walked into the bedroom later that night, and bolted the door shut.

"Yes." she said, jumping on the bed and hugging me.

"Alright, start your report."

"Well, I was growing impatient of waiting for something to happen. So after Apu's college bus left, I dug into the closet and took these clothes out. I put them on, made tea, and with the cup, walked out to the front yard. I sat on a chair there and started drinking the tea. I could see the workers stealing glances at me. But I could not see Sajid or Rasul anywhere. For a while at least. Then Sajid's head popped over the fence."

Purva continued,He asked me if I was having tea and I said yes. He asked if he and Rasul could come over for some when he had a lunch break. I nonchalantly said okay, but in my mind I was happy at the prospect of having Rasul around again. I just wished this old fart wouldn't tag along. He said they'd come by at noon. For the next few hours, I was agog with excitement. And some fear. Had I been a little too forward? Would things go out of control? I could not wait for noon."



(Purva narrates)



Then at noon, the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Sajid and Rasul standing there, with wide smiles on their faces. I asked them to come in, and walked to the kitchen. Sajid followed me. Rasul, much to my annoyance, stayed in the living room.



"We wanted to come by before, but we weren't sure it would be a good idea." Sajid said, standing right next to me. 



"It's okay." is all I could say.



Sajid stared at me as I put the water on the stove and stood there waiting for it to boil. I looked into his eyes, and I could see some uncertainty. There was an awkward silence.



"So how is Rasul related to you?" I asked to fill in the void.



"He is my 3rd wife's elder brother's son."



"Third wife? You got divorced twice?" I asked.



"No." he said laughing. "I am married to them all. The law in India allows us '.s to have four wives, remember?"



"Oh yes." I said, feeling sheepish. "So....three wives, huh?"



"Yeah. The first one is my age. The second is in her 40s. The third is in her late 30s."



"Do they all live together?" I asked.


"No. The first two live in our village with the kids. The third is here. She works on the construction site too.""Okay. So you have quite a large family, with three wives."



"I am allowed a 4th one if you're interested." Sajid said, winked and then, out of the blue, spanked me on my ass.



I looked at him in shock. The smile left his face, and he stared at me, as if waiting for something to happen. I just scowled at him and started putting tea leaves in the water. My heart was going faster than a jet engine. The small talk had lulled me into a sense of comfort, and his sudden assault on my ass was surprising. But it felt naughtily good. I would have ideally preferred that the handsome Rasul was the one making advances. But even coming from this old ugly man, that touch tickled something in me.



A couple of minutes went by, and it was time to put the sugar in. I reached for it, half expecting what happened next. Much like the other day, he lunged forward. But this time, he reached it before me. His body touching mine, he took the the sugar box. Then he wrapped his arms around me, closing me in an embrace. Once again, I was intoxicated by his masculine aroma. And the feel of his unfamiliar body against mine. His mouth was next to my right ear and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.



I stood there, in his embrace, drinking in the unfamiliarly erotic feeling of being in this swarthy man's bear hug. He then opened the sugar box, and said in my ear,



"Add the sugar."


I took the box from his hand, and as I started pouring the sugar in, I felt his hands move to my breasts. He fondled them gently over the blouse for a few seconds. I added the sugar and just stood there, as he continued to massage my boobs, and started squeezing them hard. I started moaning, and rested my body against his, when I felt something poke against my butt. His erection. That was too much for me. And I shook his embrace off.
Sensing my struggle, Sajid let go and stepped back. I looked at him. A huge bulge was visible in his trousers. I stared at his crotch for a couple of seconds and then looked away.



"Please wait outside." I breathlessly said.



He nodded and walked out of the kitchen. 



A few minutes later, I regained my composure and walked out with the tea cups on a tray. The two drank the tea. And then left.



(Purva's narration ends)



"So what do you think?" Purva asked me.



"This Sajid fella moves fast, huh?"



"Yes. He went from an accidental feel to a full fledged fondle in two occasions." she said. "Are you sure you want me to move forward? or is this level enough for you?"



"I leave it up to you." I said.



"You do realize what his next step might be?" Purva asked, staring into my eyes.



"Yes."



"I will try to go slow. Step by step. But after letting him go this far, there's only so much I can control the proceedings, Tarun."


I nodded. Just the thought of what lay ahead had turned me on. And I could see from the look on Purva's face that she was excited as well. I kissed her, and again, we started making madly passionate love. I didn't remember the last time Purva was this animated in bed. I convinced myself that was a good thing.At work the next day, I had difficulty concentrating. I knew that something major would happen today. But how far would it go? My mind kept coming up with the wildest possibilities, and I was equally excited and disgusted by them. I barely touched my lunch, and the colleagues I ate with even asked me what was on my mind.



After lunch, I decided I could not wait till the night. I had to know. I called up my home number. It rang over a dozen times before there was an answer.



"Hello." a male voice replied.



"Hello, who is this?" I asked.



"Who do you want?" the voice replied.



I thought of what to say. Should I call Purva to the phone? Who was I talking to? Was this Sajid himself? Or was it Rasul?



"Ask who it is, Rasul." I heard Purva's faint voice, clearly from a distance.



"I am." Rasul it was. "Who is it?"



"Sorry, wrong number." I said and hung up.



Yep, something was happening for sure. The question was, what. I did not want to interrupt anything, or complicate matters. At the same time, I was dying of curiosity. I tried my best to focus on my work. But ten minutes later, my cellphone rang. It was from my home.



"Did you call?" Purva started without any preamble.



"Yes, I did. Sorry if I...." I started saying.



"Don't be sorry. I am glad you called. Things were moving too fast anyway."


"What happened?"Purva was silent for a while.



"Can we talk about this later tonight?" she finally asked.



"I'd rather hear about it right now." I said.



"Aren't you busy at work?" she said.



"I am too distracted anyway. Just tell me."



I could hear Purva take a deep breath and then say,



"Okay. so the two came over during their lunch break again. Again, Sajid followed me into the kitchen while Rasul waited outside. This time though, Sajid did not allow me to make tea right away."



"What do you mean?"



"Well, I was wearing a housecoat. You know my grey one, with buttons all the way down the front?"



"Yeah, I know."



"As soon as we entered the kitchen, he started unbuttoning it. And I did not resist."



"Wow. Right away, huh?"



"I told you, things are bound to move fast now."



"Anyway, what next?"



"He had all the buttons off in a few seconds. And the sides of the coat opened, showing a lot of my body."


"What were you wearing underneath?"I was wearing black bra and panties, which he could now see. I stood there uncomfortably, aware that this was the first time anyone except you had seen me in my underwear. Sajid stared at me hungrily for a few seconds, and then took me in his arms. He started running his rough hands all over my body, breathing loudly."



"What were you doing?"



"I was..." she paused. "I was running my hands over his back too."



"Just his back?"



"At that moment, yes, just his back." Purva said. "He put his hands under the coat and fondled me all over for a while, and then started massaging my boobs from over my bra. He then put his face in my cleavage and started licking me there."



"Licking you?"



"Almost slobbering. He then scooped my boobs out of the bra. And my boobs were hanging there, out of my bra."



"Oh fuck!" I said, suddenly aware that I was sitting in my office with a raging hard on.



"He started bitting my nipples, saying how perfect my boobs were."



"Fuck, Purva, I wish I was there with you right now."



"A little while later." Poorva said sounding breathless, "he dug his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. NO, I said to him. I wasn't ready for it. He ignored me and started sliding them down anyway, and I slapped his hand hard and pulled them back up. Sajid angrily grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and stared into my eyes enraged. NO, I said, shaking my head."


"Did he force you?"No. But he did roughly turn me around so that my back was now facing him. And I could feel his erection poking against my butt again."



"Was it....big?" I asked.



"Yes. It felt big. He put both hands on my boobs and started dry humping me. Really hard, with his erection hidden behind his trousers poking at my butt. As if we were having sex. He did that for a minute or two and even through his pants and my housecoat, his erection would occasionally hit me.....there. I was beginning to lose control. Alarms were going off in my head. That's when....that's when the phone rang."



"Ah, my call." I said.



"Yes. As soon as the phone rang, we both froze. Rasul yelled, the phone is ringing. I tried to break free of Sajid's hug but he held me tight. Rasul's voice now sounded very close when he said again, the phone is ringing. I panicked, realizing that Rasul would walk in any moment, and see me in a state of undress, locked in his uncle's embrace. Let me go, I started pleading with Sajid. He did. I started buttoning my housecoat, but it was too late. Rasul walked in, said - the phone - and just stood there, staring at me. Go and answer it you fool, Sajid yelled, and Rasul ran out uncomfortably."



"So that's why he answered it."



"Yes. I heard Rasul answer the phone. I yelled and asked him who it was. He did not say anything. So I walked out, my housecoat almost all buttoned up. He said it was a wrong number. But I got a feeling it might have been you."


"So what happened after that?"After that I noticed Rasul staring at my chest. Since I had forgotten to tuck my boobs back into the bra cups, the outline of my boobs was very visible through the housecoat. And my nipples, rock hard, were poking. I immediately folded my hands over it. Then Sajid said, let's go make tea again. I was too shook up. I said no, it's time for you to go. The stern voice in which I said it made things amply clear. And they left."



We were both silent for a while.



"I am coming home right away, Purva. I absolutely need to fuck you right now."



"I was hoping you would."



I waited for my erection to subside, made up an excuse for my boss, and sprinted out of the office.



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This was the first time in literally a few years that we had sex in the afternoon. I would have liked nothing more than to have another go, but it was almost time for Apu to come back from college so we got dressed and sat in the living room.



"Tarun, it is time for you to think long and hard about what I should do next." Purva said, moving into my arms.



"What do you mean?"



"Do you want me to just stop all this?"



"No way. This has livened up our sex life so much." I said.



"Yes, it has. But so far it has been limited to petting and fondling and semi-nudity. Which, I admit, is a lot farther than I would have ever thought of going with anyone but you. Nevertheless, you need to keep one undeniable fact in mind."


"What?"These guys are difficult to control. And they talk amongst each other. Word might get out. Are you ready for those consequences?" Purva said.



Just her saying it made me feel a tug in my pants again. But her point was well taken. 



"I don't think anyone would believe some laborers' gossip anyway." I said.



And we heard Apu's college bus pull up in front of the house. We both walked out the door and waited as Apu ran towards us. I looked at the house next door. There were a a lot of construction workers milling around. As Purva hugged Apu and picked him up, she whispered to me,



"Green shirt. By the pile of bricks. Sajid."


And I saw him. He was not much to look at. He had gray hair. And was not very tall. I would normally not even have noticed him if he passed me on the street. But he was there. And he was looking in our direction. Our eyes met for a brief second and then I looked away.

[nandoghosh]

The next day, when I was leaving for work, Purva told me to call home at 1 pm. She said she needed that call as an interruption of sorts to help her evaluate the situation. It would stop her from getting carried away, she reasoned.

So at 1 pm, I dialed my home number. 

"Hello." Purva answered it.

"This is your 1 pm call." I said, laughing.

"Yeah, well, in a way it's too late."

"In what way?"

"It's just that today was Sajid and Rasul's day off."

"Oh, so they didn't come over?"

"Of course they did. They came over right after Apu's bus left. That's why the 1 pm call is too late."

"Ohh....so...what happened?"

"Let's talk about it tonight."

"No, it's okay. I have time."

"Yes, but I don't. They'll be back soon."

"What???"

"Yeah. They went to have lunch. And..." that's when I heard the doorbell. "...oh, there they are. I'll see you tonight. Love you."

And she hung up. They came over right after Apu left! And they are back. There was so much I wanted to know. But it would have to wait.

The day seemed to pass slower than ever. I tried to immerse myself in work, but even that didn't help. Finally when I got home, I was about to die of curiosity.

"Yes, I know you must be on pins and needles. So I did you a favor." Purva said as soon as I walked in.

"Favor?"
"Yeah, I had my sister pick up Apu. So I can tell you about everything that happened. And then we'll go pick him up after that."



"Great. So, start."



"Okay." we sat down on the couch and Purva started narrating. "Like I told you, today was their day off. So they dropped in as soon as Apu left for college. In fact Sajid said they had been waiting for the bus to leave."



(Purva narrates)



After Apu left, I was about to go shower, like always. I had stripped down to my panties, and was about to take them off when the doorbell rang. I thought it might be some hawker or salesman, so I put on my bathrobe, the one that goes all the way to my knees, and answered the door. I was surprised to see Sajid and Rasul standing there.



"So your boy is off to college, huh?" Sajid said, striding in as if he owned the house. I noticed that both the men were looking clean. As Sajid explained, it was their day off, so they did not have any dust or grime or sweat on them. 



"What do you want?" I asked.



But ignoring my question, Sajid said,



"What is this dress?"



"It's a bathrobe."



"Bathrobe? I have never seen you wear this dress."



"It is not worn as a dress. It is worn to cover up when you are about to shower, or after you're done showering."



"Like a towel?"



"Yes."



"So you are about to go shower?" Sajid asked.



"Yes, I was. until you barged in." I said.


Sajid started pulling at the lapel, exposing some of my chest.What are you doing?" I said, slapping his hand away.



"Ah, so you're naked under it?" Sajid said and laughed. Rasul chuckled nervously.



"No." I said. "I have my panties on."



"Show me." Sajid said and pulling at the robe again.



"No." I said and fought him off.



"What's the problem? I've seen you like that before!" he said, sounding genuinely puzzled.



"Rasul is here." I whispered in Sajid's ear. 



"So what? He also saw you like that, remember?" Sajid said, making my ears go red in shame. "In fact, you should do the poor boy a favor and show him so he can take a careful look."



"No." I said, and started walking away. Sajid followed me as I walked towards the bedroom.



"I thought you were going to shower."



"Now I am not. I am going to get dressed." I said. "Why are you in the bedroom with me?"



Sajid had followed me, and was now fondling my ass. He closed the bedroom door.



"Well, now there is no Rasul. At least now open the robe."



I sighed and opened the robe. Sajid whistled as my boobs came in view. I opened the closet and started looking for clothes to wear. Sajid came and started playing with my boobs again.



"Sajid." I said, annoyed that his hands were in my way as I tried to get some clothes out. "Stop it."



He swiftly moved his hands lower. His right hand touched my pussy mound over my panties.


"Sajid!" I said, trying to slap his hand away. But he started rubbing me. And within seconds, had located where my clit was. "Ohhhhhh..."I had no idea an old low class laborer would be this good with his fingers. I thought him to be the type who just fucked his wives and rolled over. But he clearly had other skills.



"You like that?" he said. I only moaned in response. He then slowly moved his fingers to the edge of the panties and poked inside, touching my clit directly. He rubbed it gently, his rough workman fingers creating sensations that your fingers never have. I was like putty in his hands.



He decided to take advantage of the pliable mood I was in and with his other hand started sliding the panties down. A part of me wanted to stop him. But his fingers had me in a totally different zone. So I let him slide the panties down and soon I was naked under my open bathrobe. In his arms. 



He moved me towards the bed and put me down on it, on my back, all the while working on my clit with his fingers. He then started licking my nipples, his tongue making a circular motion on each of them turn by turn. And I noted the tickling sensation of his stubble against my boobs. His fingers meanwhile were working really fast. And combined with his tongueplay with my nipples, I could not take it any more. I started having an orgasm, a big one. I tried to make sure I wasn't yelling too hard, but I am sure Rasul held my cries. I thrashed around on the bed for a while, until the orgasm swept over.



Sajid smiled in appreciation of his handiwork, and moved his hand from my crotch to his pants. He started unbuttoning them, and slid them down. And there it was. His dick, in my full view for the first time. The first dick I had ever seen apart from yours. It was circumcised, obviously, with a thick nasty looking head. His pubic hair was also grey. And he had enormous balls. I was transfixed looking at it.



Sajid got on top of me and parted my legs.



"No, no." I said, coming to my senses and putting my hand on my pussy.



"What?" he said.


"Not yet." I pleaded with him. He pleaded with me. I told him I was not ready yet. He could not understand what my problem was. I was already almost naked. I had just orgasmed in front of him. Fucking seemed like the next logical step.So what am I supposed to do?" he said angrily.



In response, I got up and got on my knees. His dick was now right in front of my face. Like a museum exhibit, I was staring at it again. And then....I took it in my mouth. As much as I could. He was clearly taken aback by that.



"What a strange woman you are, Purva." he said, spanking my butt. "Other women say, do it down there, but not in the mouth. You want it in the mouth?"



I noted to myself how right he was. Even when we started dating, it was a year after we had sex that I actually started feeling comfortable giving you a blowjob. And here I was, sucking on a strange man's dick in my own bedroom. That awareness turned me on even more and I started sucking his dick even more enthusiastically.



I sucked the top half like a lollypop, while using a jacking motion on the base. Occasionally, I would cradle his balls, and marvel at how massive they were. As I gave him the blowjob, he kept playing with my hanging boobs and nipples. He pulled my open bathrobe up until it was bunched over my back and started playing with my ass too. Making appreciative groans once in a while. After about five minutes, I could sense he was about to cum. 



I may have sucked his dick, but letting him cum in my mouth seemed like a step too far. So I took the dick out, and he sprayed his cum all over my tits.



"Okay, now go and let me get dressed." I said, pushing him out of the bedroom with some difficulty.



I took some time to get dressed. I first had to clean all his cum off. Then choose something appropriate. Teasing and accessible, yet not too revealing, lest I lose control. I finally chose a knee-length skirt and button down top. And then walked out of the bedroom.



(Purva's narration ends)



"So big step as you see. Got almost naked, had him finger me and gave him a blowjob." Purva summarized.


I already had a raging hard on. With her narration ended, I leaped at her. And we made love on the couch right there.
Fifteen minutes later, after Purva had cleaned up, she said to me.



"So you are clearly okay with all that I told you."



"Yes, it's incredible."



"Good. that was just the start. What follows is a bit more shocking."



"What happened next?" I asked. Purva settled down on the couch next to me, naked, and said,



"When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw a sight that almost knocked me off my feet. I had left the living room with only Rasul there. Now, with Rasul and Sajid, there were four more guys, sitting on the couch and chairs, giggling and talking."



"What?"



"Yup. I was flabbergasted. Sajid saw the look on my face and said he had told them all about my tea, so they had come for a taste. So could I please make tea for all of them?"



"Yeah right, tea." I snickered.



"I know. I was pissed off. Here I was, just getting used to the presence of these two guys, and Sajid brought in more guys! I started regretting giving him a blowjob. With an obvious look of displeasure on my face, I went to the kitchen."



"And I bet Sajid followed you in?"



"No, he did not. He was sitting out there like a host entertaining guests. Acting like the man of the house. I made the tea, and took it to the living room. I handed everyone their cups, and just as I was about to sit on an empty spot next to Sajid, when he pulled me onto his lap."



"In front of them? And you let him?" I asked, shocked.



"Well, I was a bit scandalized. But to be honest, I was also a little turned on. Here was this old construction worker treating me like his property in front of these other construction workers."


"What did the others say?""Nothing. They all seemed to be suppressing their giggles. Sajid pulled me on his lap, put his arm around me, resting one hand on my thigh, and kept talking. They were all talking about the construction work. No one was directly acknowledging my presence, just stealing glances at me. Looking at my bare calves and shins. Checking out my boobs that were straining against the top.. And they all kept talking and drinking the tea."



"I was getting bored by their irrelevant talk and had drifted off in my own thoughts when I felt a slight draft on my thighs. I looked down and saw, much to my shock, that my skirt was bunched up halfway up my thighs, revealing most of my legs to everyone. Sajid must have gradually pulled the skirt up without my noticing."



"So what did you do?" I asked.



"I thought about slapping his hand away. But then I saw the hungry look in the faces of all the men. And it made me feel good. Being admired like this. So I played along with Sajid's game, not acknowledging what he was doing. That gave him more confidence. He dropped the pretense of gradually pulling the skirt. He pulled it all the way up, and now my panties were visible to everyone in the room."



"Holy shit! Weren't you scared? All those men, getting turned on. And you alone."



"I was scared. But somehow, Sajid's touch was calming me. Anyway, soon all the men finished their tea. I got up to take the cups back. As I did, I noticed that without my realizing, Sajid has also undone the top two buttons of my blouse."



"And you didn't realize?" I incredulously asked.


"I swear I didn't. I only realized it when I bent to take the cup from one of the guys, and my blouse fell forward, giving him a good look at my cleavage. As I went around picking up the cups, everyone got a look at my cleavage. I collected all the cups and walked back to the kitchen. This time, Sajid followed me."In the kitchen, I asked Sajid why he was doing this. Displaying me to all these guys? Sajid responded by pushing me against the wall. He slid his hands down my skirt and panties, and touched my cunt. It was obviously wet. He observed I seemed to be enjoying it, so why put up a pretense of modesty?"



"Good point." I said.



"Yeah, not much I could say in response. I asked him, now what? He told me to just go about my routine as if they weren't there. He would just sit and talk with them. So I got about my usual duties. Cleaning the house. As I cleaned the house, I could sense six pairs of eyes following every move I made. Whenever I bent, I could see them trying to peek down my cleavage. Or check out my ass. Or both."



"Sajid was preening like the king of the castle. After a while he got up, and led me to the bedroom. I asked him what he wanted. He said, take off your bra and put the blouse back on. I glared at him, but did as he said. He fondled my naked boobs for a couple of seconds as I did it. Is that all, I asked him. No, he said. Your skirt is too long. Surely you have something shorter. He walked to the closet and started looking at my skirts. He chose the shortest one, that tiny pleated one you gave me years back. He said, put this on. I did. And then we walked out of the room."



"You must have looked amazing."



"The looks on the guys' faces certainly indicated that. And I was now beginning to enjoy all the attention. I started bending over a lot more than I had to, and without the bra, my big boobs would strain against my blouse. I am sure all the men got a look at my erect nipples. And when I bent, the skirt also rode up, flashing my panties at them."



"Mmmmm..." I said, starting to get an erection again.


"Ten minutes later, Sajid said he had to go use the bathroom. As soon as he left, two of the guys jumped off their seats and came close to me. I was bending over, cleaning under the table. One guy pinched my butt and I squealed. I told him not to do that. He then put his hand on my shoulder. I said nothing. he started moving it down to the neckline of my blouse. I was curious to see how far he would go, so I said nothing. That's when Sajid came out of the bathroom, and the guy took a couple of steps back." 

"Sajid saw what was happening. He looked a little cross. He told everyone, not to do anything without his permission. He especially admonished the guy who had been trying to feel me up. Sajid was asserting his territorial rights"



"After that I kept working. But they guys didn't totally leave me alone. Once in a while, someone would get up to go to the bathroom, and on their way, feel me up. Sajid mock-scolded them, but let it continue. After an hour or so, I got done with cleaning the house. It took twice as long as usual because of my prolonged bending and the interruptions by the guys. When I finally came to the couch to sit down, Sajid got up and said, come with me."



"Where did he take you?"



"To the bedroom. There he took off my skirt and panties. Then unbuttoned my blouse, but kept it on. So there I was on the bed in his arms, naked except for the blouse. Then he got fully naked. And then he had us....spoon."



"Spoon?" I asked.



"Yeah, you know, like two spoons. We were lying down on our sides, I was in front of him, with my back towards him. And he was hugging me tight, with both our legs bent in the waist. So obviously, his dick was poking against my ass. And occasionally against...you know."



"So he fucked you?" I impatiently asked.



"No. He tried to entice me, but I kept shying away. So he turned me so I was on my back and his knee was under my ass and started fingering my clit with his left hand. With his right hand, he brought my face close to him and started tongue-kissing me."



I was incredibly turned on by the idea of this sight - my wife, almost naked, splayed with her legs open on some guy's knee, as their tongues played with each other. That started getting me very excited. He continued deftly playing with my clit for a few minutes and then returned to the spooning position. This time he expertly positioned himself such that his dick was sliding between my legs, rubbing against my pussy lips. Oh Tarun, it felt sooooo good. I almost gave in."


"Almost?"Yes, almost. Before I gave in to him completely, I decided to take matters into my own hands. or mouth. Hehe. I got on my hands and knees and started sucking his dick again. He did not seem to mind. And again, we did almost like a replay of what happened previously that morning."



"Again, almost?"



"Yes, a crucial difference was...... that towards the end of the blowjob, I realized we had an audience."



"An audience?"



"Yes, the bedroom door was slightly open, and although Sajid didn't notice it, I noticed there were a couple of guys peeking through the slit in the door. I was about to freak out and shoo them away when I realized....they probably couldn't see that much. My torso was covered with my open blouse anyway, its sides falling down. And my ass was pointing away from the door. All they were really getting a good look at was.....my face and the dick fucking my face."



"And that didn't seem too much to you?"



"No." Purva said, blushing. "not then. But after Sajid was done coming in my mouth...I swallowed this time....I got up and noticed that the mirror behind me must have shown whoever was at the door, a good view of my ass."



"Did Sajid notice the people at the door?"



"No. Or maybe he did. I don't know. What I do know is when I got dressed again, the door was closed, and whoever had been peeking, were gone. Anyway, we went back outside, and a bunch of the guys started whistling and clapping. I am sure everyone was convinced that Sajid had fucked me. He did nothing to correct that impression, and beamed at everyone, like some Olympic medal winner. He went back to the men and started talking. I decided to start lunch."



"So I went to the kitchen and started cooking. The men were all outside talking. I seemed to be the topic of discussion. I couldn't hear everything, but once in a while I heard stuff like..... what a slut I was...how big my tits were.....how I was totally Sajid's bitch, and so on. At least two men joked that Sajid should make me his fourth wife, since I listen to him more than any of his other wives do. Then a guy asked Sajid how my cunt felt when he fucked it. Despite never having fucked it, Sajid was able to lie about it convincingly. Said it was warm and tight and wet and what not."


"Ten minutes later, when I was chopping vegetables, I heard someone walk into the kitchen even as the lewd conversation outside went on. I turned around to see it was Rasul. Young hot Rasul, my original crush. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.."So how's it going Rasul, I asked even as I kept chopping the veggies. He didn't say anything, just came closer to me. He was standing right behind me. I could sense that he was trying to muster up the courage to do something. I wondered what he would do. Finally he put one hand under my skirt in the back and into my panties. I suppressed a smile and kept chopping. Now I felt bad for the guy. I had essentially teased him for a few days, giving only his uncle access. And now, all these other guys had come in and were getting the same access as him."



"True, poor guy was totally screwed."



"Yeah, so when he started fondling my butt inside my panties, I let him. That emboldened him. He now used both his hands to slide my panties down. I kept chopping even as I stepped out of the panties, and stood there, my short skirt barely covering up any of my ass or snatch. Rasul fondled me all over the lower part of my body. And I let him, without reacting in any manner."


"He was running his fingers up and down my ass crack, and even fingered my cunt a few times. but he did not have the same skill at it as his uncle. I still like the feeling though. I could also sense his erection poking against my thighs through his pants, and it seemed bigger than his uncle's."

[nandoghosh]

And that turned you on?" I asked.

"Yes, I wished I could take him to the bedroom and get a better look at it."

"Haha."

"He felt up my ass and pussy for a few minutes, when we heard approaching footsteps. I immediately pushed him away, reached for my panties and started putting them on. One of the other guys walked in calling out Rasul's name. My panties were only halfway up my legs when he walked in, and I am sure he got a good glimpse of my pussy as I slid them on."

"Wow, a bonus for him."

"Yeah, he just stared at me hungrily for a while. Then he told Rasul they were all leaving to go have lunch. Rasul nodded, and walked out behind him, without as much as a goodbye nod to me."

"So they all just left?"

"Not that easily. Sajid told me to come to the door and see them all off. And each of them, before stepping out, either fondled my boobs or pinched my butt, or both. Sajid left last of course, and did so after kissing me slobberingly. And said he'd be back after lunch. And a while after that is when you called."

"Hmmm... and you got some time to yourself?"

"Yes. An hour to myself gave me time to think, and set some boundaries. I had certainly enjoyed what was happening, but I did not want to get too carried away." Purva said.

"Haha, I will be interested to hear what those boundaries were." I said, pinching her nipple and she smiled.An hour later, when the doorbell rang, it was just Sajid who came back. He closed the door behind him, and started kissing me and unbuttoning my top. I started leading him towards the bedroom, but he was too impatient and pulled me down on the couch with him. My top was open, and he was playing with my boobs. Then he slid my panties off and started fingering me. And again, he made me cum with his fingers, and I reciprocated with a blowjob, and swallowed it all."



"You have become quite the swallower, haven't you?" I said.



"Hehe, yes. Once that was done, we sat there, him fondling my body all over. Me naked except for my open top and skirt. I noticed this about Sajid - he never got me completely naked. Always left something on. A while later, the doorbell rang. I started buttoning up my top, but Sajid said, leave it open. I said no, but I didn't button it up either. I just tied a knot at the bottom with the two ends of the top. That revealed half of my boobs but still kept enough hidden. I started putting my panties on and he asked me to leave them off. This I didn't agree with at all. I said I'd prefer to keep my panties on. He didn't say anything."



"I opened the door and Rasul walked in with two other men. All of them noticed the new configuration of my top and smiled. Sajid told them to come over to the living area and we all sat there talking. Well, they were talking about their stuff. I was just eye candy, and someone to feel up once in a while. My top was almost open, so they could see half of each boob at all times."


That's when the phone rang. Purva's sister said Apu was getting very restless, so she was about to drop him off. Purva quickly concluded her story saying nothing new happened after that. They all sat around talking, checking her out. When she would get up or move, her boobs would move and the guys got a decent look at them. A couple of times she was fondled surreptitiously when Sajid wasn't looking. But it didn't go beyond that. The men left in a while, since Apu was about to come home. 
We got dressed, and Apu came home. The rest of the night was spent placating Apu who seemed to be in a particularly lousy mood.The next few days, I could not get my regularly scheduled updates. I was too busy at work to call Purva during the day. Then something or the other kept cropping up at night. Once, we had some guests over, who stayed till midnight, and Purva was exhausted with the cooking and cleaning, so went to bed right away. The next two days, I had to attend late night calls with the US and Europe offices, so I would go back to office after dinner and before Apu was asleep. And then we had to attend wedding receptions for a couple of nights so were surrounded with too many relatives to ever get any privacy. In between, even if we did start talking, Apu would interrupt. So it was almost a week later that Purva and I got time to talk.



"Okay, start from the beginning, go sequentially, and don't leave out any details." I said.



"Alright, so the day after, Sajid or Rasul or the rest of the guys kept dropping by at different times."



"What were you wearing?"



"Let's see....that day, I was wearing a white tank top and shorts. You know those tight black shorts? Obviously, they have even gotten tighter."



"Haha. And underneath?"



"Just panties. No bra."



"Alright, go on."



"Now remember, this was the day we were having guests over. So I had to spend most of the time in the kitchen. And it was a hot day, so I got very sweaty. By noon, my tank top was drenched with sweat. And since it was white, obviously, it did not hide much."



"Nice!"



"So the guys dropped by one or two at a time. First Sajid came by. He said he only had a few minutes, and had to get back soon. So we spent that time in the kitchen, making out. He put his hand under my top, felt me up, worked on my ass, and kissed me all over. I was in his arms, getting mauled, my top rolled above my tits, when I heard the door open and someone call Sajid's name. He had left the door open since he had to leave soon."



"The guy who walked in was a new one. He had not been around before. So when he walked into the kitchen, and my tits were exposed completely, I panicked. I pushed Sajid away and rolled my top down. The guy first looked shocked and then started smiling. Staring at me, he said Sajid was being summoned by the supervisor. Sajid sprinted out of the kitchen and I got back to cooking. The other guy just stood there staring at me. I gave him a couple of dirty looks, and he reluctantly left. And I locked the door." 



"Some time later, when I was cleaning the living room, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw the same guy standing there with Rasul. Rasul walked in, and hugged me very tight. He then started sliding his hands down my shorts, in full view of the guy, and I felt uncomfortable, so I slapped his hands away. Rasul looked confused and asked me why i was being so coy, when the other day I had let him take my panties off. I went red with embarrassment, as the other guy gaped with his mouth open, shocked at the revelation."



"Rasul took advantage of my being stunned and slipped his hands into my shorts again, and started playing with my butt. He said, only a little while, and I let him do it, but turned away so that the other guy couldn't see it all. Rasul then moved his attention to my tits. He pulled my top up, giving the other guy one more look at my tits. I tried to protest but Rasul said the guy told him he has seen them anyway, so why stop now. I couldn't say anything in response."



"And surely you were turned on as well?" I interrupted.



"Yes, that too." Purva said, blushing. "You know I have a crush on Rasul anyway, so it is much harder for me to say no to him than to anyone else."


"Not that you seem to be saying No a whole lot anyway."
"Hehe. Anyway, Rasul played with my tits, in full view of the other guy, for a few minutes. Then he asked me to make them tea. I pulled my top down, walked to the kitchen and both of them followed me. In the kitchen, after I put the water on the stove, I saw Rasul make a gesture. The other guy cautiously walked up to me, and put one arm around me, and felt up my boobs. I stood there, wondering if I should protest, but then i thought the guy had seen them anyway. So what's the point. Plus the guy's hands were shaking, either with nervousness or excitement, and I felt sorry for him."



"He started pulling my top up, playing with my boobs at the same time, and eventually, just took my top off. And there I was, topless, wearing just my shorts. And making tea. He then fondled my butt for a while, and then starting putting his hand into my shorts when I slapped him away. Rasul laughed and said, I only let him and his uncle do anything down there. Then, after the tea was done, we all sat in the living room, me on a couch between the two guys. And they both played with my tits as they drank tea."



"They left and I put my top back on. But I guess they spread the word that playing with my tits was now okay. The next two guys who came over went straight for my top, and when I protested, said they heard many other guys had done it too. So why stop them? For the rest of the day, there was a frequent parade of guys, some of them twice, as they came and felt me up. After a while, my boobs started feeling sore because of rough treatment from their worker hands."



"Towards the end, Sajid came by with Rasul. The two of them locked the door, and sat down on the couch. I complained to Sajid that there were too many men coming over and feeling me up, and I could not get any work done. Sajid ignored my complaint, and unzipped his pants. Rasul did the same. Rasul's dick was really impressive - thick hard, and veinous. Sajid's like I told you, is good too. So all the complaints flew out of my mind and I was drawn to their cocks."



"For the next fifteen minutes, I sucked them off, one dick in each hand. Sajid made me take my shorts and panties off. And again, true to his style, did not get me fully naked. I sucked their dicks, wearing just my tank top. Rasul came first, and I took his cum all over my face, some of it running down my neck and pooling in my cleavage. But Sajid showed no signs of cumming. Rasul sat there and watched as I kept sucking his uncle off."



"When did he finally cum?" I asked, amazed at Sajid's staying power. purva is great at sucking dick and I can never last beyond 5 minutes with her technique.



"Well, almost half an hour passed, and he still hadn't cum. My jaw started hurting like crazy. I finally took his dick out of my mouth and started jacking him off with my hand. I told him my jaws were too sore, and I could not suck him any more. Sajid laughed and said, why take all that effort? He knew of another place I could take his dick in that would take in, and he would cum a lot faster. And he reached down and fingered my cunt. Rasul laughed."



"I stopped jacking him off and looked at him. He pulled me up onto his lap, and hugged me. What am I waiting for, he asked. We had pretty much done everything else, and I had obviously enjoyed . I had let my boobs be felt up by half a dozen guys all day? Why avoid something that would give both of us the most pleasure, he asked. Besides making the case with his mouth, he was also making it with his dick. He was moving it back and forth, over my pussy lips, making my resolve weaken by the second."



"Oh my god. You fucked him, didn't you?" I said, seeing where this was going.



"Yes." Purva said and hugged me.



"Rasul too?"



"No, not Rasul." she replied. "In fact, I was very uncomfortable doing it in front of Rasul, although he had watched everything else till then. I whispered in Sajid's ear, let's go to the bedroom. He picked me up effortlessly, and carried me to the bedroom. i told him to lock the door, and he did. As he took his shirt off, got fully naked, and advanced towards me, I told him we didn't have more than 15 minutes, because Apu would be home soon. he laughed and said I had been teasing him so much, he would definitely get done a lot before that."



"How did he fuck you? Tell me the positions in detail." I eagerly said.



"Well first....obviously, I had him put on a condom." Purva said. I was about to ask about it next. I was able to fuck her without care, because my sperm count had gone down recently, so there was no danger of pregnancy. This was something we found out a couple of years back. when we tried to have a second child.



"Good."



"He wasn't very happy about it. But reluctantly agreed. Once he put it on, he first started fucking me missionary style. His body really close to mine, my boobs rubbing against his chest."



"You were naked?" I asked.


"No! He rolled up my top under my arms. But didn't strip it off." Purva said shrugging her shoulders. "The fucking felt really good. He didn't have too much technique, but the sensation of an unfamiliar cock was enough to excite me. For a couple of minutes, he did that, and then made me get on all fours. And started fucking me doggy style. He kept commenting on how great my ass looked when it slapped against his thighs."I tried to picture the scene. Doggy style is my favorite way of fucking Purva as well. Her butt has such a nicely round shape, and it parts ever so slightly when she is on her knees. It gives a great view of her asshole. 



"He started pounding me really hard. Grabbed me by the waist, unfolded one knee and put it next to my shoulder. And fucked me really deep and hard."



I could sense Purva getting turned on just remembering it, as she squirmed.



"As his fucking got even faster, I could sense that my orgasm was near. I pushed back against him harder, to get a better drilling. But sadly, before I could cum, he did. Started pumping his semen into the condom. Even through the condom, I could feel its force inside me. I moaned in disappointment when he finally took his dick out. And stayed there on all fours, my ass in the air, trying to regain my breath."


"For a while I actually considered calling Rasul and asking him to have a go. I was so close to an orgasm. But then I looked at the clock and realized, I really needed to hurry. Apu would be home soon. When I stood up, Sajid threw the cum-filled condom at me, and asked me to get rid of it. I walked out of the bedroom, my top still rolled up over my boobs, with the condom in my hand. Rasul was standing there. He had clearly been trying to listen in. He started laughing when he saw the condom."So where did you eventually throw the condom?" I asked.

"In a separate bag. near the washing machine. I thought I would throw it out later." Purva said. "Anyway, the guys left, i washed up, put on regular clothes. And soon Apu came home. And then I went back to cooking for the guests."

By now I was too horny to let things proceed. I jumped on top of her and started stripping her.

Note: This is like the end of the first act. I intend to continue this story over the coming days as I get time. Please leave comments and suggestions, especially if there is any direction you'd like to see me take this in.

[nandoghosh]

Unlike Sajid, I had no compunctions in stripping my wife completely naked. Within seconds I was inside her, fucking her warm cunt. I got the feeling that her cunt was a bit looser than usual, but I put it down to my imagining things. No matter how big Sajid's dick was, it could not stretch her so much in a matter of days, could it? And even if it had, it made her all the more sexy. This is exactly the kind of newness and excitement I had been hoping for to revive our sex life.

"Mmmm yes.... fuck me harder. Fuck me like the cheap slut I am." Purva whimpered, and that really got me going. She was usually silent in bed. This kind of dirty talk was another welcome change.

"You like being fucked don't you? You like being fucked really hard?" I responded.

"Yes, yes, fuck your slut wife really hard."

I obliged and started pounding her at a feverish pace. But hearing about her encounters had already aroused me so much, that the increased pace meant I didn't really last too long. I came inside her in a little over a minute.

"Shit. That was too soon." I said, resting on top of her, feeling her huge tits press against my chest.

"Mmmmm." Purva moaned. "It's okay. There's more to tell. And I am sure you will get ready soon after you hear about it."

I rolled off Purva and kissed her for a few minutes. And then told her to resume her report.

"Tell me about the next day."

"Can you guess what happened the next day?" Purva asked me playfully.

"Hmm......Sajid fucked you all day...3,4,5,6 times?" I asked.

"Not exactly."

"Rasul and the other guys fucked you?" I asked.

"Nope. Sajid has made it perfectly clear to me and to everyone. He is the only one, apart from my husband of course, who had fucking rights." Purva said.Interesting. So what happened the next day? More of the same? The guys coming and feeling you up all day?"



"Also wrong." Purva was enjoying teaching me.



"Oh just tell me already." I begged.



"Hehe. Okay. The next day, Sajid came a short time after Apu left. I was ready in a bra-less top and a skirt to welcome him. I was sure he would fuck me right away. And I was really horny too, since you and I hadn't had sex the previous night. So I waited expectantly for him to make a move. He told me to go to the bedroom. I giggled and skipped to the bedroom and he followed me in. When he came in, I noticed he had a plastic bag in his hands. I didn't pay much attention to it. Just lay down on the bed and got ready for him to ravish me."



"He must have jumped on you." I interjected.



"Wrong again. He came and sat down next to me. Said he wanted to talk."



(Purva narrates)



I was puzzled. So I sat up and looked at him questioningly.



"Purva, the last few days, all my friends have been coming and feeling you up. You don't seem to be stopping anyone from looking at you or fondling you." he said.



"You want me to stop them?" I asked.



"No. I just wanted to know. What do you like about it?"



"What do you mean?" I asked.



"I mean what is the appeal of strange men...that too poor working class men like us....getting a look at your boobs or your ass, or feeling you up?" he asked.



"Isn't it obvious?" I asked.



"No, you don't understand. i am asking you why you do it." he asked earnestly.



"I don't know...I like it."


"Have you thought about why you like it?"I just do." i had no idea where this conversation was going.



"Okay. let me ask this a different way. In a few days, the owner of the plot, a very rich man will come to inspect the construction. Would you like it if I brought him over to do whatever we do?"



"No! No! Absolutely not!" I said, standing up. "Don't even think about it!"



"Alright, I won't. But your response indicates that while you are perfectly fine letting a 50-rupees-a-day uneducated laborer feel you up like a streetside whore..... you don't want to extend the same privilege to a man who earns 50 million a year."



I thought about what he said. He was right. The idea of doing this for the laborers seemed exciting. but for someone like the owner, or even our neighbors, I'd never do it. So I nodded.



"So you seem to be excited by our world. The world of hard knocks, dirty bylanes, slums, and poverty."



"Maybe."



"I want to take you into that world. And give you some new experiences."



"What do you mean?"



"I want you to come with me to a shabby poor part of the city. Where there are no fancy cars. And even electricity is a luxury."



"Huh? I have been to those parts before."



"Not the way I will take you." Sajid said, and opened the plastic bag. From it, he took out what looked like a bundle of black cloth and handed it to me.



"What is this? A bedsheet?" I asked.



"That, Purva, is a burqa."



"A burqa?" I said, puzzled, opening the folds. "What for?"


"For you." Sajid said.What the fuck, Sajid?" I asked, exploding with rage. "You first strip me down to almost nothing and now you want me to wear a burqa! Are you crazy??"



"That is exactly what I want you to do. I want you to strip down to nothing and wear a burqa." Sajid said, smiling.



"I don't understand."



"Okay, today, I am going to take you on a walk in the vicinity of the old mosque. one of the poorest parts of town. And what I want you to wear is, the burqa. Nothing else."



And I suddenly understood what he wanted. he wanted me to be completely naked under the burqa. 



"Let's say I wear this and come with you. What will we do there?"



"You leave that to me. Trust me to make it a memorable day for you." he said, gently rubbing my bare shoulders.



"Sajid. I have no problems with our games. I am not sure I want to go outside with you. It sounds too risky."



Sajid shrugged and said,



"Purva, everything so far has happened with your consent. Everything. This also, will be up to you."



He got up and walked towards the door. And said,



"If you want to do this, come over in front of the construction site, dressed like I told you. The burqa, and nothing else. Of course, other than some kind of footwear. We'll be back before your son returns from college. If however you don't want to do this....." he stopped and smiled, "don't come over."


And Sajid left. I considered his bizarre proposal. To go out with him? Sounded insane. At the same time, he did give me a burqa. Which means no matter what, my identity would remain a secret. If I passed some acquaintances on the road, they wouldn't know it was me. And what did he have planned? What could I possibly do outside in a burqa that would compare to what I could in the house in my skimpy skirts and tops?
Still, it sounded like an intriguing idea. So I decided, what the heck. I have tried so much new stuff recently. This could be another experience. And if I didn't like what we were doing, I could always just turn around and come home.



So I did it. Stripped completely naked. then lifted the main burqa garment. Slipped it over my head and through my arms. I wondered where he got it. It seemed used. It was almost the same height as mine. but it was very loose. Of course, burqas are not meant do be tight-fitting, but even by those standards, the garment I was wearing seemed like it was made for a woman much fatter than me. I looked in the mirror. With the black robe covering my body completely, I looked eerily like a teacher at Hogwarts. So i reached for the other smaller garment. The purdah. I put it on my head and fastened the veil across my face. I looked in the mirror and almost burst out laughing at the contrast from the recent days, when almost everything was on display. Today, only my eyes were visible.



Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the construction site. The workers who "knew" me were trying to suppress their laughter. others were confused. And Sajid was beaming as he walked out with Rasul.



"Very good. Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded. "Your eyes are so pretty, you make even a burqa look sexy." he said and winked. I blushed, but there was no way for him to know that.



Sajid and Rasul started walking, and I walked behind them. As I passed the neighboring houses, I got some curious looks. Burqas were not common in our high-income neighborhood. As i recognized some of my neighbors, I had to fight off my urge to greet them or wave to them.


We reached the main road and Rasul hailed an auto-rickshaw. Sajid got in first, then me, and then Rasul. It was a small rickshaw, so I could feel my hips being tightly squeezed on both sides as the three of us sat in it. Sajid told the driver to take us to the old mosque area. And we got going. The burqa is meant to be worn over normal clothing, so it is obviously very thin. So the pleats caused by the burqa being too big for me actually protected my modesty. If it had been a burqa my size, my nipples, which were erect with excitement, would probably have poked against the thin fabric. But the fabric was in a single layer over my butt, with no pleats, when I was sitting. So whenever the rickhsaw went over a bump, I could feel the rexine upholstery slide against my butt. The bumps also made my boobs rise and fall heavily, something the loose burqa hid very well. 



The driver kept checking me out in the mirror every few seconds. And I got conscious of it, so I stared right into his eyes. Surely he couldn't see my boobs jump, I thought. The driver noticed me staring back and started looking straight.



"She is not related to you, is she?" the driver asked.



"What makes you say that?" Sajid asked with a smile.



"Well, even the skin around her eyes is so fair. And you two, don't mind, are like me. Dark." the driver said and smiled as he drove.



"Good observation. Her skin really is very fair and lovely." Said said. "Rasul, show him a sample."



Rasul laughed, and bent down. He grabbed my burqa's hem and started pulling it upwards really slow. First my ankles were exposed, then my shins, and eventually my knees. Rasul kept the burqa rolled up around my knees, displaying my legs to the driver. The driver slowed down and turned his head back.



"Wow. Those are some beautiful legs." he said effusively.



"Her thighs are no less beautiful." Sajid said, and poked me with his elbow. 



I took the hint and started rolling up the burqa with my own hands. Slowly, almost seductively, exposing my thighs to him real slow. 



"Oh god!" the driver said and started slowing down.


"Don't stop. Keep going." Sajid commanded. The driver groaned in disappointment. The adjusted his mirrors so that they were all showing him my lower body.



I was feeling so excited at this brazen teasing Sajid was making me indulge in. I was enjoying exposing my thighs to him inch by inch. finally, the garment was bunched up right over my crotch, exposing almost my entire legs to him. And, I felt a slight thrill as the breeze played between my legs and caressed my pussy and clit. 



"Oh man! Oh wow! A little more please." the driver said. I looked at Sajid, who shook his head. So I rolled the burqa down all the way. The driver let out a wan sigh. Then he thought of something and said, "If you show me her cunt, your ride is free!"



"Shut up. She's not a whore." Said angrily said. I could sense that the driver wanted to say something snippy, but Sajid enraged can be quite an intimidating figure. So the driver kept quiet for the rest of the ride.



We got down two blocks from the old mosque. The area stank of urine and cowdung as usual. It's sad how the dirtiest places in India are always those around mosques or temples. And the cleanest are malls and offices. It shows our priorities as a people. The narrow roads were full of street vendors, hawking a variety of stuff. There were several people, mostly men, milling about. I also saw a few women, some in burqas like me others normally dressed.



I wondered what Sajid had in mind. Flashing my legs for the driver in the confines of the rickshaw was one thing. I hope he wasn't going to have me flash in such a blatantly public place with hundreds of people around! Luckily, that wasn't what Sajid had in mind. I followed him and Rasul through the main road and then into narrow alleys. The alleys were barely wide enough for two people to walk at the same time. Garbage was strewn around everywhere. there were poor dirty but cute children running around. Most of the windows had extremely appetizing scents of meat wafting through them.



Fifteen minutes later, we came to a small shop. I walked in with my two escorts. It seemed like a tailor's shop. 


"Salam alaikum Gafur chacha (uncle)." Sajid said to the very old tailor sitting in the corner working on a sewing machine.Walaikum salam Sajid, Rasul." he said, flashing a smile with only 3 remaining teeth. He wore glasses that were thicker than most glass bottle bottoms. I'd peg him at 75 at the very least. "What made you remember me today?"



"Wanted to get some clothes stitched, obviously" Sajid said sitting down next to the old man.



"Who is this? Wife number four?" he said, cackling. 



"Something like that." Said smiled and replied. 



"With each wife, you are getting more and more traditional, Sajid." Gafur cackled some more. "the first one in her younger days, wore such tight clothes. The second one wore low cut chudidars, butt was otherwise covered up. the third one wore only saris. And now this one is in a burqa?"



Sajid just smiled, and said,



"I want you to stitch a blouse for her." 



"Sure, sure, why not? Send Rasul to get Amina from next door to do her measurements." Gafur said.



"There's no need for that, chacha. You can do the measurements." Sajid said. 



"What a strange man you are, Sajid. You get a woman in a burqa and then tell me I will take her measurements?" Gafur said, confused.



"Just do it, chacha." he said. He beckoned me over. I walked up to the old man.



"Okay." the old man said and took the measuring tape from around his neck. He stood up, and I could smell the tobacco in his breath. 


He told me to raise my hands, and with the tape, first went for the under-bust measurement. But I could sense that he had held the tape too low. So I said, a little higher. The man's hands moved more than a little higher and toughed my boobs. Instantly, he froze and looked at me, and then at Sajid. From the look on his face, I could see that this experienced tailor had gauged ust from a single touch that I was wearing nothing between my breasts and the burqa. He stared at Sajid and me, and then took the under-bust measurement properly and wrote it down in urdu. Next he went for the over-bust measurement. His hands were shaking slightly as his fingers tightened the tape over my boobs. I could feel one of his fingers briefly rub against my left nipple. He took the measure and wrote it down.



"You won't get the cup size write over the burqa, chacha." Sajid said.



"No, no, it's fine." Gafur chacha meekly said.



"Nonsense. I want this blouse to be a perfect fit." Sajid said and then said to me, "Lift your burqa all the way up to your neck. Don't be shy. Gafur chacha is an old friend of mine."



I was disgusted and turned on, a combination now an everyday occurrence, at the idea of letting this doddering old man see me almost fully naked. I was in his dinky little shop, and he looked and smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a week. But still, the idea of exposing myself to him seemed so thrilling. 



I bent down and lifted my burqa. First over my knees, then exposing my naked thighs, then my pussy, then my stomach, and finally my boobs. The loose burqa formed quite a big bunch under my armpit. The old man's eyes had grown increasingly bigger as my naked body came into view. His thick glasses only accentuated that effect. He was now just staring at me, like he had seen a ghost. At his age, I guess seeing a ghost was more likely than seeing a young woman naked.



"Now, measure her cups properly." Sajid said.



Gafur stared at my boobs and my nipples got rock hard. This was so pervertedly delicious. But it was also a bit cruel. teasing such an old man? Why was Sajid making me do this? 



Gafur raised his hands with the tape, and reached for my chest, when Sajid came closer.


"Not like that. Measure them like this." He took Gafur's right hand in his own and placed it on my left boob. He then pressed it hard. "This will give you a good idea."Oh god!" Gafur said, and put his second hand on my other boobs. His hands were small and feeble, and very rough. When he moved them over my boobs, it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper over them. 



He then started squeezing them, massaging them slowly, and then increasing the frequency. All the while, a low sad moan was emanating from his mouth. It grew increasingly high pitched, as the frequency of his squeezing my boobs increased. And then he let out a big sigh and let go of my boobs. Puzzled, I looked at Sajid and he gestured with his eyes towards Gafur's crotch. Sure enough, there was a big wet stain on his pyjamas. The old man had cum in hos pants just by touching my boobs!



Gafur tottered backwards, and sat down on his chair, staring at me.



"Do you want to see anything else, chacha?" Rasul helpfully asked.



"Just.....just have her turn around." Gafur said in a low voice.



I turned around and gave him a look at my nice round butt. I heard him moan once again. I stood like that, modeling my butt for him, fur a few minutes. Finally Sajid said it was time to go. So I dropped the burqa back over my body, and followed him out.



"So how did that feel, Purva?" Sajid asked.



"Interesting." I replied. 



"Want to keep going or go home?" 



"Let's keep going." I said. I was curious to see where he would take me next.



The next stop happened to be a guy who ran a Unani massage place. He was also an old man, but younger than gafur, maybe in his 60s. When Sajid said he wanted me to get a full body massage, the old man refused to believe him. He said he had massaged women's twisted ankles before, but never given a woman a full body massage. Plus, he said, the trick of the Unani massage is in its oils and ointments, so a burqa clad woman could never get it.


"No problem. She will take her burqa off." Sajid said.And old man, in the confines of his shop, almost jumped through the roof when I took off the burqa, even as I kept the face scarf and the veil on, and lay down on the mat in front of him, completely naked.



"Where did you find her, Sajid?" this old man said in an agitated but happy voice as he quickly gathered his oil bottles.



"Found her next door." Sajid said and Rasul started laughing. Even I could not suppress a chuckle.



(Purva narration ends)



"Sorry to interrupt." I jumped in. "But let me get this straight. You were splayed out on this old man's mat, completely naked?"



"Except for the parts covering my head and face, yes."



"So you didn't just roll it up like with the tailor. You just....took it off?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.



"Yes, it is very easy."



"It's not a question of easy or difficult. I am amazed at how easily you were getting naked in front of strange men in strange places."



"Does that bother you?" Purva asked.



"Not at all. I have never been so horny in my life!" I said happily.



"Okay, so the old man took the oils and massaged me with them very slowly and gradually. He was staring at my boobs and pussy the whole time, but like a professional, he started with the limbs. My feet, then my calves, were bathed in oils and worked over by his rough but magical fingers. Hard and gentle at the same time. By the time he got to my thighs, I was already feeling so turned on, I had to fight an urge to part my legs completely and ask him to fuck me right then."


"Wow!" I said."He then worked on my thighs, pinched them softly and massaging them with both hands, but stopped just above my pussy. He then turned his attention to my hands. First my fingers were loosened, then my arms, and then my shoulders. By the time he came to me boobs, I was a moaning mess, just writhing there at his every touch. Covered in strange oils, but more importantly, washed away by sheer carnal hunger. He then started massaging my boobs with extra oil. My nipples were so hard and erect, they started hurting."Did he notice that?"



"Him? I am sure there were goats in Africa who noticed my nipples at that moment. They seemed like rockets ready to blast off from my body. He then turned me over and worked on my back. By now, my cunt was so wet, it formed a puddle of sorts on his mat. So when he got to my butt and started massaging my glutes, I was almost screaming with need. I yelled out, somebody needs to fuck me right now, and looked at Sajid." 



"So he fucked you? Or the masseuse?" I asked.



"Sajid said, no. No fucking here. I begged him. I literally begged him. I feel ashamed now even thinking about it. I first got on my knees, and begged him. Told him to please please fuck me. He said no. Then I turned to the masseuse and begged him to fuck me. he wanted to. His pants were struggling to contain his erection. So I actually....."



"Actually?"



"I feel so ashamed." Purva said and hid her face in my chest. "I got on all fours and shoved my ass in his direction, like a bitch tempting a dog. he got so shocked by that sight, he literally ran out of his own shop. And then I lay down on my stomach and started rubbing my cunt against the rough material of the mat, hoping to get a release from that friction."


"What was Rasul doing?"Poor Rasul was so turned on as well. But even he didn't dare defy his uncle. Finally after ten minutes of my begging in every conceivably humiliating position, Sajid got down on his knees. He said he still wouldn't fuck me here. But, he would compromise. And he started fingering my cunt. i humped back against his fingers very hard. And in a few minutes, I had an orgasm so big that Sajid had to cover my mouth to muffle my screams, lest the neighbors come running in to see who was being murdered."



"Wow! You screamed that much?"



"Yeah. Anyway, ten minutes later, I got my breath back. I put on the burqa again and walked out, really embarrassed at my display in there. We walked silently for a few minutes. And then came to a stop in front of a store. Sajid said he had an offer for me. If I did something he wanted, he would be ready to fuck me whenever I asked him to. He would relinquish the right to refuse. I asked him what he wanted. And he pointed me to the store."



"What was the store?"



Purva ignored my question and continued.



"Ten minutes later, I was in a closed backroom of the store, bent over a chair, my burqa thrown over my waist. So my butt was on display."



"Oh, so he fucked you."



Purva ignored me again and continued.



"I braced myself for the hurt. I knew it would hurt. But I had no idea how much it would hurt. I bit my lip hard when the pain started."



"He fucked you in the ass? He fucked you in the ass?" I asked, enraged.


"No." Purva said, and flipped over. She got on her knees, so her ass was almost in my face. I looked at her butt. I realized that I had not taken a look at her butt all night. She had either been laying down on it, or it had been pointed away from me. I looked at it puzzled for a while, when the change came to my notice. And my hand went to my mouth in shock.



"What....what......" I said, shaking and shivering, "what does it say?"



"You know what it says. You don't need to be able to read the script to know what it says." Purva said, choking up.


And I stared in disbelief at my wife's perfect white fleshy round and shapely butt. Inviting and beautiful. And tattooed across her right butt cheek where large green Urdu letters, going from the side of her butt all the way to just inches away from her cunt. Urdu letters that I knew, without reading the script, said - SAJID.

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I'm trying to regroup all other stories which stemmed from this awesome storyline of Aurelius1982. He had the original idea from 'how naughty shall I be' by writer Quin.

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[nandoghosh]

It was around 3 pm and Tarun was stuck with some important deadlines that he had to fix. Last few months had been the most erotic days of his life. The way his wife purva had transformed into a slut was simply unbelievable for him but also very very arousing. While at work he could hardly concentrate and was urging to get back home and listen to purva's slutty adventures. Purva had been mingling with the constructions workers and the apartment watchman and plumber. She was just a day back roughly used by the plumber pushkar and his dear friends in his village and purva had loved it. While it was true that Tarun was very pervertedly happy
 about how she gave herself in to the lowest cadre of human and in the worst possible setting, he was genuinely afraid of her getting into a dangerous situation. 


Last night purva and Tarun had a good long talk after their son appu had slept. It was about purva becoming a temporary wife of mushtaq bhai, one of the construction workers. Mushtaq bhai was to move to Dubai soon for a project and wouldn't be coming back to India anytime soon. So Sajid who was the initiator of transforming purva to a slut had asked purva to be a temporary wife for his idol mushtaq bhai for about a month. It had been about a week now and time was ticking.Yesterday, after purva was done narrating her sexual escapades with pushkar and gang, Tarun and purva discussed the topic. Tarun had to go to the US for a couple of months on a very important project and there was no chance he could miss it. Purva suggested that he take her with him, but Tarun wanted purva to go a step further and mingle with the masses while he was away and accept Sajid's proposal. It was clear that even purva wanted to accept Sajid's proposal and marry mushtaq bhai to become his temporary wife for a month. But her thoughts were mainly concerned with her sanctity as a house wife. After a serious discussion Purva told Tarun that she would think about it seriously and tell him today.As Tarun worked away furiously he was obviously excited to learn about purva's decision. Back home Purva was on the bed taking a nap. She was wearing just the silk robe that she usually wore at home. She had been really really tired after all the things that pushkar and his friends had done to her. She also had quite a few orgasms, so she certainly deserved some sleep.


Just then, the phone rang. Purva was lazy to get up and take the call, but she did it nonetheless. Her sixth kinda told her who it was that was calling her. "Hello" she said after picking the phone."Hi purva this is Sajid, how have you been?"



"Hi Sajid, I am very good. How are you doing?". She obviously knew what he wanted from her.



"I am good purva. I just wanted to ask you about your decision about my proposal. I just hope this is not too difficult for you. You have already done so much for us, so I don't want to force you into marrying mushtaq bhai and be his wife but I earnestly request you to consider my proposal if you haven't already".


" Sajid to be frank I am confused and not sure what to do. I need some more time to think on it.""Purva, its already been one week since I told you about it and theres not much time left. Mushtaq bhai is getting really impatient and no whore at salim's garage can calm him down. It can only be you. Please don't disappoint him. I can assure you that you will also enjoy the time as his wife and its going to be a wonderful experience for you as well. I will be coming to your place tomorrow and please tell me your decision. Please dont worry as I am not going to coerce you into anything, but just give a thought to mushtaq bhai. If you agree, I will make the arrangements for a grand wedding in the slums as soon as possible. See you purva!". Saying that Sajid cut the call.Purva stayed on the bed awake thinking about the whole thing for a while. She knew that it was going to be a very erotic experience to serve as a wife for a man like mushtaq and the whole scenario was turning her on like hell. She felt very nasty about herself and the slut in her made her feel extremely proud of herself. She then got up , made herself a hot chai and sat down on the sofa and thought some more. If she accepted Sajid's proposal it was definitely taking it a notch further. Mushtaq was a man of very high raw sexual energy, and she was sure that he was going to fuck her day and night of her married life if she agreed to marry him. She loved to think of herself as belonging to someone like mushtaq as his wife, to care for him, to serve him and to satisfy his sexual needs. It was not like tarun was against it either. In fact he made it clear to her that that's what he wanted too. After rationalizing herself for some more time, purva finally decided that she was going to agree. She was ready to be a wife of a low third class labourer for a month. She felt herself to be the biggest slut, and she felt horny like hell.



She immediately called Tarun and told him her decision. Tarun was elated. He could not contain his excitement. And then she called Sajid. 


"Hello, Sajid..""Yes purva, tell me..."



"Sajid, I have given it some very serious thought, and I am glad to say that I am accepting your proposal. I am ready to marry mushtaq".



" Really? Wow purva! I cannot believe it. Its like a dream come true for me. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I promise you wont regret it. Ever!"


The excitement in his voice was very evident and brought a smile to purva's face. She blushed a little and asked him...So when would be the marriage ceremony?"



"Purva, of you are okay with it, I don't mind to arrange it tomorrow itself. Would that be okay with you? Mushtaq bhai and the whole slum has been waiting for your decision, and they would put in hours to have it all ready in time".



" Hmm okay then. I am ready for it! Tomorrow, I am going to get married yay!".


"Haha, I love you purva. I really really do. This means so much to me and mushtaq bhai. I will come to your place tomorrow at around 10am and pick you up. You will be one among us from then. Be ready. Don't bother to have any luggage with you. I will take care of every single thing. Thanks a lot again darling!"



"I am glad to make you feel happy Sajid. See you tomorrow, bye!"



After she cut he call, excitement filled her soul. She could hardly contain her excitement and the anticipation of how it was all going to work out thrilled purva. It was no doubt very dirty and nasty, but she loved to be an object of lust and this time was no different. 


She then made arrangements with her sister to take care of apu for the next 30 days citing that she would be accompanying Tarun to the US. suspense and excitement filled her as she awaited to get picked up by sajid tomorrow morning after which she would be getting married in the slum in front of everyone to mushtaq bhai. It was seriously too erotic for her and she could feel her mind getting wet. Immediately she took of her robe and slid her index and middle fingers in her pussy and started masturbate furiously.

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Purva woke up slightly from her sleep. One glance at the clock and she woke up in a startle. For a second she thought she was dreaming but then she realized it was all going to be true. It was morning and it was already 9 am. Tarun had already left for work. She then faintly remembered tarun wishing purva good luck and kissing her on her forehead before saying goodbye. She was only going to see him after serving mushtaq as his wife. A wave of emotions swept across her. She was feeling anxious, nervous and hot thinking of what was going to happen in due time.Purva was going to marry a man for the second time. A man who was old enough to almost be his father. A man who lived in the slums and fucked whores night and day. A lower class labourer. The erotic sense of the situation got into her loins in no time and she found her fingers reach her wet hole. She was naked throughout the night as tarun wanted to fuck his dear wife as much as he could before she took oath as a wife of a slum worker. She fingered and moaned herself in pleasure as if it was a testament to the whore that was purva.


As apu wasn't there tarun decided that he use his wife to satisfy himself completely by fucking purva all night. The thought of not having purva to tell him about her dirty adventures and having her ripe mature body to fuck after a long day at work surely depressed him. Purva too was still a loving wife of tarun and willingly gave herself in to tarun completely as he completely fucked his voluptuous life till late in the night.


After a small session of fingering herself in her pussy, purva got up and sat on the bed. She was naked and the thought of spending her next night with an old slum worker made her mad with pleasure. The thought of being a "temporary wife" to a man like mushtaq who owned a whorehouse for a living made her horny. She loved to belong to the slum guys and the fact that in sometime she was going to be a loving wife of one of them having been married already and living as an upper middle class wife was getting her really horny and she was feeling happily nasty. On the other side in the slums, sajid and gang was busy making all the arrangements for a grand wedding. They had very little time but sajid managed to organize everything for his dear friend and idol mushtaq bhai. He wanted sajid to enjoy purva as much as he could as his wife before he set off to Dubai. They of course knew that it would be difficult for him to find a whore as hot and slutty as purva and both mushtaq bhai wished he could have the best time with purva as his wife.Back at her place purva was really feeling anxious about her marriage. She still sat on the bed and reached out to the landline phone to call sajid.



"Hello sajid", she said.



"Hey purva! I was meaning to call you again. I did call a couple of times around half an hour back but I guess you were away".


"Oh, sorry about that. Tarun was fucking me till very late in the night yesterday and I got to sleep very late. I got up just now""Oh I thought so. Tarun would have fucked you like a mad man I guess, haha! Anyway get ready quick, I am going to be at your place by 10. And listen I have some instructions for you..."



"Sure tell me", said purva excitedly. It looked as though she loved to follow instructions from sajid.



"Do you have any typical ***** bridal wear or anything close to that?", asked sajid.


" Well, I have a Saree that's pretty much almost bridal wear and I have quite a few gold ornaments that I could wear to look like a bride", said purva."That's great. I want you to wear that Saree and put on the gold ornaments. I want you to look like a true ***** bride. Also put in some flowers hanging in your hair. That'll give you the perfect bridal look", said sajid.



"Okay, Sajid I'll do that".


"Next, I don't want you to carry anything with you, not even some money. It'll be the just the Saree and the ornaments along with you. Nothing else. You will come here to the slums and start your new life just like you have belonged here forever, as a wife of mushtaq bhai. Is that clear?"Yes", purva said.



"Great. I wanted to ask you one more thing. Do you have a bush down there in your pussy?"



"Hmm yeah. I do have quite a bit actually. Do you want me to trim it?"


"Well no. I actually want you to keep it. You see, here in our slum, we have a custom that when a woman gets married, she has to have a hairy pussy that signifies she is a virgin and is yet to be fucked. On the event of the first night, her husband will do the job of removing her pussy hair and will then fuck her thus making her a non-virgin. So I want your marriage with mushtaq bhai to follow the same tradition"." Wow that's quite a tradition. But I think you don't remember you guys gangbanged me all day in salim's garage not a long while ago. I guess I am just your everyday whore is it?", said purva in a playful voice.


"Haha, come on purva. Everyone here in the slum knows how badly you were fucked by all of us. Its just a tradition that we follow and I don't want to give it up with especially for my idol's marriage. Besides mushtaq bhai has specifically asked me to tell you this so that you have a hairy pussy ready for your married life. Mushtaq always says you are the hottest maal he has ever gotten to fuck and that he would die to have fucked you when you when you were virgin. Following this tradition would be the best way to satisfy mushtaq bhai's fantasy of breaking your hymen. Don't you agree?", said sajid.



"Yeah. That's true...I don't mind doing it at l and if it pleases my to be husband, I would want to do it anyway. But funny tradition though. Haha!"


"Haha we are a little perverted that's all. Nothing you don't know already! Anyway, I want you to get ready quickly and be in your prettiest self. Of course its your marriage and I don't need to tell you that. There'll be quite a good crowd for the wedding ceremony as mushtaq is quite an authorative figure here and everybody wants to get a good look at the beautiful woman he'll be marrying", said sajid.



Purva blushed at Sajid's words and uttered agreement.



"Purva I really wanted to fuck you badly before you got married but I just got too busy with all the work. Guess I'd have to wait for a long time before I get to ravage your ripe body again. I kinda feel sorry for myself", said sajid.


"Haha, I understand you. Don't worry, we'll do some stuff after I am done with my married life!", said purva and kissed into the microphone." Haha, that's on the cards obviously. Guess it'll be quite difficult for all of us to maintain our boners infornt of our bhabhi while you are married. Haha! Anyway, I'll be there at 10 sharp. Make sure you are ready by then. Bye slut!"



"Sure. Bye sajid see you soon!"


After that talk with Sajid, purva seemed to get even more anxious about what was to come. She decided she was going to look best in a good costly Saree that she had bought for herself for her younger sister's wedding and a bunch of good jewellery that made her look like a real bride. She took a good long bath to ease herself and then sprayed a good lot of perfumes, maybe a little too much. She didn't really know. She was very excited and enthusiastically looking forward to her new life.


She then sat in front of the make up kit to look sexy. Being an urban woman she knew how best to use her cosmetics to make herself look hot and sexy. She then got out of her towel and began dressing herself in the gorgeous Saree she had selected. She then put on a bunch of ornaments to top it all. She looked herself in mirror and she knew she had nailed it. Of course the slum guys had already seen her and probably knew her most private birthmarks but she wanted to look fab for all of them anyway, and especially for the man she was going to marry, mushtaq bhai.



After a bit of anticipation, biting nails and reassuring her looks in the mirror, purva finally heard the doorbell ring. Sajid had come to her home to pick her up and make her one among them. She anxiously opened the door and indeed it was sajid.


"Wow! Purva, you look so gorgeous. I can hardly picturize you in any other clothes other than your birthday suit but man, you look so hot and sexy in this Saree.". Saying that sajid closed the door behind him and grabbed purva close to his body. He then gave her a deep kiss on her lips and spanked hard on her Saree clad ass a couple of times.



Finally he let go off her after a long lustful kiss and said, " wow. I missed you so much babe!".



"Haha, I can see that sajid", said purva shyly setting her disheveled Saree.


"I really really wish I could fuck you right here for a while, but unfortunately we are tight on time. I am for sure going to give you the fuck of your life immediately after mushtaq bhai leaves town"." Sure dear, I would look forward to it too", said purva as they both held an embrace for a while.



"OK, chalo we need to get going. I have a taxi waiting near the back end of your apartment. I'll go first, just follow me and after making sure nobody's watching you silently get into the taxi. Is that clear?", said sajid.



" Okay. Got it".


Sajid then left the house and after a short while, purva locked the door of her home and silently made her way downstairs. This was it. She was maybe minutes closer to start her new life as a slum dweller's wife. It was a spectrum of emotions as she got down the stairs. She was ready for it, life was probably at its kinkiest best for purva, and she was hornily looking forward to it.

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Imagine her as Purva going to marry Mushtaq vai

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Purva made sure that no one was watching her as she moved swiftly in her bridal dress across the community gate to get into the taxi. It was almost as if she was trying to elope with her boyfriend before her parents married her off to someone she didn't want. She was nervous as well as excited to experience what the marriage to a slum dweller would bring in her life. She tiptoed across the gate and saw a taxi across the other side of the road. Sajid was seated in it. As soon as he saw her, he waved at purva.Purva got into the taxi and after it started moving, sajid held purva who was sitting close beside him by her naked waist and said, "Purva, how are you feeling right now? Do you have butterflies in your stomach? Or in your pussy for that matter?". "Haha. Sajid I am really nervous but its kind of a good nervous. I am very eager to start my life as a housewife in the slum, but its also freaking me out. Never in my life have I thought I would be marrying again let alone the fact that while I am still married to my first husband.", said Purva. "Haha I know. But isn't it really hot and kinky? The way things are moving? I am really loving it even though I am not the one marrying you. How does it feel to realize that you would be the sole property of mushtaq bhai for the next 30 days and that you would completely belong to the slums? I guess its quite a contrast given your original status as an upper middle class housewife?", asked sajid. Purva thought for a while before answering. It was surely damn kinky and erotic for her and that's why she and tarun had decided that purva should do it. The thought of purva completely belonging to mushtaq and the fact that he would have his rough ways with her had her pussy dripping with juices all the time. Ever since she discovered her kink to be an object of lust for the low class men, she had thought of different scenarios that would bring her ultimate sexual satisfaction as she served the men of each of their sexual desires. Marrying a man like mushtaq was one thing that she could never think of, and the extent of uncertainty in what was to come her way in the next 30 days made her feel anxious and a strange sense of extreme erotica. She was going to completely give herself in to mushtaq as a newly wed wife would do to her dear husband. Added to that was the whole slum setting and the raw sexual energy of mushtaq. She knew his endless lust for her and he was going to complete own her at her own will.


"Umm its really exciting and kinky for me and truth be told sajid, its really a wave of emotions for me that cannot be expressed in words. I am so hot thinking about how I am going to completely belong in the slums to mushtaq who is almost double my age. And I obviously know how horny he is for me, so I am really looking forward to spending my next 30 days with mushtaq. Its like I am in a wet dream, a kind of a dirty fantasy that I always dreamt of happening to me, not knowing how and where it was going. Its so hot sajid.", said purva.


"Wow purva! I am glad you are feeling so horny about it. I am glad to be the one to have brought out the real whore in you! Mushtaq is really gonna have an awesome time with you as his wife and I hope you too enjoy your second stint as a married wife", said sajid."Haha, thanks a lot sajid". Saying that purva hugged sajid. Sajid too held her in a tight embrace being careful not to disturb her look as a bride. He then kissed her on the cheek and slightly felt her boobs over the Saree. Purva smiled naughtily as sajid continued feeling purva's boobs and waist as they talked more about purva belonging to the slums. After what seemed like 15 mins along a route that purva now became more or less became familiar to, purva could see a building that was slightly decorated about a kilometer away. Purva anxiously asked sajid if they had reached the venue of the marriage signalling to the building she saw ahead. Sajid nodded in approval as the taxi rode ahead inching in on the location for purva's marriage to sajid. Purva could see a big crowd near the entrance probably waiting for her and sajid to arrive. As the taxi neared to the location, she could get glimpses of the insides of the venue which also seemed to be jam packed with the slum dwellers. She could also see that people recognized purva and sajid were finally there and could sense excitement in their faces as more and more people stepped out of the marriage hall to catch a first hand glimpse of the beautiful woman that their brother mushtaq was going to marry.



As a bunch of people waited to have a glimpse of purva, the taxi finally came to a halt. Purva and sajid stepped out much to the delight of the slum dwellers who had gathered to witness the special occasion. It was probably not everyday that they got to see a member of the slums getting married to a hot, voluptuous and rich housewife like purva, she ironically thought.



The venue for the marriage was what seemed like a community hall, what purva imagined to be a default marriage hall. It was decorated moderately with a few lights and at the very front there stood a board decorated with flowers that read "Mushtaq bhai weds Purva". Reading it made purva blush and her excitement grew even more as she anticipated her marriage ceremony to kick off. She looked at sajid and passed a shy smile. As purva got down from the taxi, the crowd who awaited her arrival clapped in excitement and muttered to each other, probably about how sexy and ripe she was. Purva could literally sense the meaning in their words even though they spoke in Urdu through their animated expressions. Sajid then came around and with a friendly hand laid across her shoulder said, "Purva, on behalf of the entire slum, I invite you to enter the marriage hall where you will be getting married to our dear brother mushtaq in front of the whole slum. Welcome purva!". The whole crowd cheered loudly to Sajid's words as more and more people came out to welcome the bride. Purva marched forward with a smile on her face as the crowd continued to cheer murmuring among themselves loudly. As a matter of fact purva was really excited and she loved the attention that the entire slum was giving her.



As Purva entered the marriage hall, which was obviously pretty small compared to what she saw in her life, she realized that it was essentially limited to just a couple of chairs presumably for herself and mushtaq in one corner, and a couple of tables that hosted food and bottles of local liquor in the other corner. The crowd was following her and in no time she felt like she was surrounded by them. Given that she was gangbanged not very long ago, by about a 20-30 guys the last time she was here in the slums, she assumed that some of the crowd had actually fucked her then and the rest of the crowd who were not lucky enough would have gotten accounts of what a whore she was and how she was fucked by them all in salim's garage. Come to think of it, she was curious to know if the unlucky ones got to even see the video that was recorded while she was gangbanged in the slum. Just then, kamran made way from the crowd and greeted her with a wide smile, "Hello purva bhabhi, you look amazing. For a change it feels good to see you in clothes!". Purva was genuinely excited to see kamran after a long time and the way he flirted impressed purva. "Haha, thanks kamran. It feels weird for me too to be dressed so heavily while I'm in the slums, but its my marriage you know!", said purva.



Just then Sajid's nephew Rasool caught up with purva and greeted her with a lustful hug. "Purva bhabhi! So good to see you after a long time!". He made sure he hugged purva tight for a good 10 seconds and while letting her go, lightly slapped on her Saree covered ass nonchalantly as the crowd watched and laughed in amusement. Purva just smiled in embarrassment but felt hot about the way she was being treated in front of all the slum dwellers. As time passed purva met a few more of her friends from the slum as she was guided to the chair. She was told that mushtaq was still getting ready and that he would be here soon as she continued to chit chat with kamran and rasool while sajid continued with taking care of the proceedings.


After what seemed like 10 mins., mushtaq made way to the marriage hall and was greeted lovingly by the entire crowd. He came near purva and instantly hugged her tight and slapped her ass roughly over her Saree much to the delight of the crowd. Purva could hear a wide range of comments as people murmured " mushtaq bhai must be so horny imaging all the things he wants to do to bhabhi that he is not able to control himself", "Mushtaq is the luckiest man and he would have the time of his life for the next 30 days with purva bhabhi" and "I am not sure if we will get to see mushtaq bhai outdoors anymore, all his construction work would probably be done indoors". She could also hear a lot of chuckles as mushtaq stood purva up and they stood beside each other as mushtaq tightly grabbed purva's waist proudly as the whole crowed stared at the couple. Every guy in the hall including sajid wished that he were in mushtaq's shoes. Purva on the other hand was feeling extremely shy. It was surely not new for her to be treated like this, as she was made to be nude publicly and take a bath in front of everyone in the slum and then fucked like a tramp whore by all and sundry. But there was something about the situation that made her blush and feel hot. The crowd too was mostly respectful towards her, except probably guys she already knew but that was also because they knew her so well and each of them had already fucked her and knew all her private parts her in and out. It was probably because she was going to completely belong to mushtaq and being the respectful figure he was in the slum no one wished to touch his property that no one yet misbehaved with her.


A few other arrangements were made and in no time the marriage ceremony was under way. Javed the videographer who had also recorded purvas naked bath in the streets and also her garage gangbang was up and ready with all the equipment required to capture the sweet memories of their wedding. He was assisted by 3 more guys who all had their respective video cameras to record the event in spectacular fashion. The ceremony was under way as Purva and mushtaq were allowed to settle in the chairs. A couple of verses were said by an old man who seemed not much different from any of the other slum dwellers and in no time the old man said to the whole crowd, "In accordance with both mushtaq bhai and purva, and in front of the whole gathering, I declare purva to be mushtaqs wife for the next 30 days. During this time purva will be a sole property of mushtaq and its her duty to take care of all of her husband's needs both sexually and non-sexually even if that means putting her priorities behind her husband's". The whole crowd cheered loudly and clapped together in unison as purva and mushtaq stood up in a way to thank the crowd. Mushtaq once again pulled purva close and hugged her tight and then gave her a good rough lip kiss completely smothering her face with his saliva as the crowd happily laughed and clapped harder to mushtaq's actions. Purva too hugged him close and let him have his fun with her. This was it, she was now officially married to a slum dweller and had the unique asset of being married to a two guys at once. She was now a member of the slum community and completely belonged to mushtaq who was almost as old as his father. It was hot, sweet and damn kinky for purva, all at once.



Just then sajid made his way to the center and he seemed like he was going to say something to the entire crowd. The crowd anticipated so and quieted down as sajid started to speak.


"Guys, I am sure most of you know about purva already for what she has done for us and what she allowed us to do to her when she was here in the slums last time. It is of course a matter of great pride that we all got the chance to enjoy the ripeness of such a gori memsaab but it is a matter of utmost pride that such a rich and beautiful memsaab is now a complete and sole property of our dear mushtaq bhai". Everyone clapped in happiness and pride as sajid continued.


"It is certainly the greatness and humbleness of mushtaq bhai that he has gotten the chance to spend 30 days with a hot maal like purva as his wife and mushtaq bhai, on behalf of the everyone in the slum I wish you have a wonderful married life and that all of your desires and kinks are satisfied by purva. A very happy and prosperous married life to you bhai and also to you purva". Saying that mushtaq andsajid hugged each other. Purva was also really happy and was touched to see sajid's love and respect for mushtaq, her husband. The crowd too cheered loudly as sajid continued.


"Guys, I know everyone here has the utmost lust for purva and would love to spend time with her at the garage, but now she is a sole property of mushtaq bhai and only he has the rights to do things to purva that earlier all of us had. She is now our bhabhi and should be treated like so. As we all know it would be very difficult for mushtaq bhai to find a whore as sexy and ripe as Purva even in dubai so I want mushtaq bhai to make the most out of this opportunity of having purva as his wife, and I wish everyone would cooperate as best as they can so that mushtaq bhai has the most satisfying married life. On that note I would like to end this speech. Happy married life once again mushtaq bhai and purva, and I wish your next 30 days to be an extended honeymoon. Good luck!".


Sajid then hugged mushtaq again as he congratulated mushtaq. Mushtaq too thanked sajid for all his efforts in making his dream of marrying purva and making her his wife come true. Sajid then hugged purva lightly and congratulated her on her second marriage and then said, "Purva, on this occasion mushtaq bhai has decided to gift you something and I wish for you to see it yourself. I am sure you are going to love it".



"What's it sajid?"



Sajid then passed her a key and pointing the back side of the hall said, "Here's what I want you to do. There's a room to the right alley of the exit of the hall through this way in the corner after the toilets. Open the door using this key and there you will find your gift!".


Purva was very excited as it was a gift from her new husband mushtaq. She was clueless in guessing what it could be, but she had a feeling that no one from he crowd knew what it was either judging from their looks. "OK! Fine!", she said and made her way to the instructed room to claim her husband's gift for her.


Leaving all the crowd and her husband behind her she walked towards the room and opened the door. Sitting in the cupboard was a gift box wrapped in gift paper with a note that said, " With love, from mushtaq". Excited to find what it was, purva opened the gift and what she saw made her feel shy at first and then extremely hot. The gift that mushtaq gave her were a plain black transparent burkha, a kamarband that was made out of fake gold and a pair of plastic earrings. Attached to the transparent burkha was a list of instructions written on a piece of paper. As purva read it, she was increasingly feeling sexy about was she was going to have to do.


She read through the list of instructions twice and finally started to comply with them one by one. She first removed all her gold ornaments that she wore for the wedding ceremony and placed them in the cupboard. She then undressed herself removing each article of clothing one by one and became completely naked and put her Saree, petticoat, bra and panty on the hangers in the cupboard. Next she picked the pair of plastic earrings and fitted them to her ears. Next, she picked the fake gold kamarband that had a tiny locket hanging at the front. She untied it and then put it around her shapely waist such that the locket stood hanging down right at her pussy. She then looked herself in the mirror and she was looking like a nude damsel for the masses. The locket just managed to cover a tiny portion of her hairy vagina in a way that teased the onlookers. The kamarband had a small length of it hanging down at her left thigh that made it look even more sexy. The articles of clothing right then on purva's body were just the kamarband and the earrings. Next she picked up the transparent burkha and wore it over. It was just a thin piece of black cloth that hid absolutely nothing and all her assets were on full display. She looked herself one more time in the mirror with the burkha on, and what she saw looked like an arabic whore. She felt herself getting turned on at the thought of showing herself like his to everyone in the marriage hall. She was sure sajid and mushtaq had carefully planned this out and she loved them for it. It was surely such an erotic experience for her now to present herself as mushtaq's wife to everyone from the slum wearing next to nothing.


Purva then locked the cupboard that had her Saree and all her ornaments, and locked the door behind her to make way into the marriage hall in her extremely sleazy and naked outfit. She was feeling very shy as being mushtaq's wife she was being made to present herself to the entire slum in almost nothing with her precious assets all on display. She slowly walked back to the back door entrance to the hall where all of them were waiting for her, making sure the locket of the kamarband was hanging right at her pussy to cover a part of her modesty. As she stood there with her head hung low with shyness, the entire crowd seemed to have gone into a trance. Every man in the hall was thankful for having being born in the slum right then as their eyes were subjected to the most sexiest feast of purvas nakedness. It was probably the most erotic sight as every man made sure they relished her ripe naked body from top to toe licking their lips in lust. Eventually all of their roaming eyes seemed to settle on one thing, and that was Purva's precious mound. In a moment of shyness, purva looked up to see everyone staring at her gorgeous hairy pussy and instinctively the married wife that she was, she covered her pussy with both her hands to prevent it from the horny slum dwellers' stares and ran into mushtaq's arms. Everyone in the room laughed heartily to purva's shy reactions as they continued to gaze at purva's sexy and ripe assets. As she shyly sank into Mushtaq's arms her nude ass was on full display and the whole crowd exuberantly watched it murmuring dirty comments among themselves. It was such an erotic and hot experience for everyone. Given purva's near to naked avatar, everyone knew that if they were given a chance they would totally savage purva, but now that she was mushtaq's wife, the whole slum could only have a visual treat. As purva sank into mushtaq's arms mushtaq felt a sense of control like never before and he was proud to have captured a rich and sexy slut like purva to be his wife. For the next 30 days purva was going to be his and he was going to enjoy each and every mole of her precious ripeness to the core.

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Everyone's eyes were fixed on purva's juicy ass that visible completely through her naked burkha gifted by her husband mushtaq. As purva still rested on mushtaq's chest shyly, unable to take the perverted gazes of the onlookers mushtaq hugged her in a tight embrace feeling her naked boobs on his chest. It was certainly hot and commanding for mushtaq as a rich housewife like purva was made to be at the mercy of all his slum brothers and himself. Her dress made her all the more helpless as everyone got the chance to enjoy whatever private part of purva they wished to see. As the entire crowd still continued enjoying purva's shyness in her naked avatar, purva could hear murmurs and slight giggles and she knew everyone was having a hearty look at her beautiful round ass. Javed and his assistants made sure they captured every bit of the scene from various angles in the hall. Javed then said "Aree mushtaq bhai, come on now, let bhabhi open up a little. Turn her to the front!". The crowd just needed some encouragement and so everyone started hooting and shouting asking mushtaq to show purva's frontal nakedness to everyone. Of course mushtaq loved to show off purva to everyone. It kind of gave him an ego boost and wanted everyone to feel jealous of him that he would be fucking her and satisfying his kinks with such a sexy busty urban woman. He wanted to keep purva for himself but also did not want to deny his brothers the chance to see purva in a nude state and have fun.


Mushtaq said to purva who was still shy from the current situation and resting on his chest "come on purva, everyone wished to see you from the front!". Saying that he caught hold of purvas shoulders and slowly turned her to the front such that she could not hide her pussy with her hands, not that she really wanted to. The entire situation was playing on her nerves and her hairy pussy was slowly steaming with the erotica of the situation. Whenever she was among the slum guys she was used to being taken for granted and everyone would just focus on fucking all her holes as they wished. But now the situation was different as it was her marriage with mushtaq and the fact that he owned her completely now. But this act of making her wear next to nothing and that too in such a crude and shameless way made her feel very hot about herself. She definitely realized the exhibitionist side in her after she started her journey to become a slut and now as she was made to show herself to everyone in a naked burkha she was feeling the hotness of it all. Still feeling shy she had her head hung down as mushtaq turned her over much to the delight of the onlookers and the videographers. Everyone excitedly clapped and laughed as purva stood there objectified to the core as nothing but a sex object made to be lusted at by one and all.As everyone continued to lustily stare at purva's juicy and jiggly boobs, her beautiful stomach and navel, her creamy thunderous thighs and her beautiful hairy vagina, sajid came up to purva and said, "Purva its so cute to see you being so shy infront of us all maybe because we never saw you feeling shy in front of us at all. But at least raise your head so that you too can enjoy people looking at your ripe nudity!". As sajid said those words, purva slowly raised her head to look at him and then to the crowd. She could see that the everyone was just staring right at her private parts whatever they wished to see of purva's naked body. It seemed like she was a common solution to everyone's horniness as she stood there in her sleazy transparent burkha in front of everyone giving herself up so that all could enjoy and satisfy their inner beasts. She could also see that almost all of them were adjusting their boners in their pants and that made purva blush even more. As purva looked up people started to give her all kinda of compliments like "Bhabhi, I think this dress is made for you, it looks so good on you!", "Bhabhi your boobs look so beautiful in this dress" and "Bhabhi, I guess this is the best present you have ever received from a husband. It is best at least for us!". All of them shared a good laugh as the guys openly complimented purva on her nude body. Purva too loved being complimented in such a way and she too chipped with a shy laugh as others did. Someone from the crowd also shouted loudly, " Bhabhi has so much hair in her pussy, I guess mushtaq bhai will enjoy a good long first night to shave all of it". Many more such dialogues continued as everyone enjoyed purva's start as a slum wife. Purva too slowly began to feel less shy and accept that while she would be a wife of mushtaq and would have to sexually satisfy him, she would also be a feast for all the others in this outfit.



Sajid then came forward and announced to everyone, "Guys its time now for us to handover the gifts as planned for purva. So all those who have gifts for bhabhi, please stand in a queue here. Javed and crew make sure you guys take snaps of purva receiving the gifts and also snaps of them with mushtaq bhai and purva". Saying so mushtaq stepped aside as a few people started to queue up. After javed signalled, the process got underway as one by one each of the queue member came up and gifted something to purva.


The first guy came up to her and introduced himself as Sayyan, "Bhabhi I own a artifacts shop in the next street and even a few ladies from the city come to visit my shop and buy things from my store. Here is my gift to you bhabhi, it is a set of 10 different lockets for your kamarband. Since your locket will be hanging at the front on your pussy, I was thinking this fruits collection will be apt for you. You can hang any fruit over there that will try to hide the real fruit. Haha! Did you like my gift bhabhi?". Purva was genuinely happy for her gift and also felt sleazily hot at Sayyan's words. " Thanks a lot Sayyan. I like your gift very much!". After javed made sure he got a good photograph of Sayyan gifting the set of lockets to purva Sayyan proceeded to congratulate the couple and then he was asked by javed to stand beside the couple for another photo. Next in lworry"as an old man whom purva thought by his looks to be in his mid 60s or early seventies. He was very thin with white hair and he was dressed in typical slum clothes. He was also shaking a bit due to his old age. He introduced to purva as Mastan and told purva that he had been seeing mushtaq right from the time he was born in the slum and that he was like his younger brother. "Beti, I am very happy that such a gorgeous woman will be mushtaq's wife. He deserves it in every way. Mushtaq has fucked all the whores here in salim's garage but none of them do it to please him, they do it just for money. I know that you are not like those whores and I wish that you completely devote yourself to mushtaq and let all his fantasies and desires come true. Given the respect that mushtaq gets here, I am sure that you are feeling privileged to be his wife and get a chance to satisfy him sexually. None of the whores here at the garage show love to us but now that you are mushtaq's wife I hope you love him and give him all the comfort he deserves". Purva listened to the old man's words and passed a friendly smile. She then said, "Yes Mastan ji. I will make sure to keep mushtaq ji happy all the time. Please don't worry". Mastan bhai then took out his gift from his pocket. "Here beti I am gifting you this brand new razor to you. I wish that mushtaq uses this to shave your pussy hair on your first night. All the best beti". Purva took the gift from mastan's hands and showed him her gratitude by touching his feet for his blessings. Mastan wished her "A long and happy honeymoon", congratulated both mushtaq and purva and moved out after taking a snap with the couple.Next in line was a man probably in his mid forties. He came up to purva and introduced himself as Sultan. "Hello bhabhi, I work at a local commodities shop and I wish to gift you a local oil that is used for a good skin tone. I know that you don't need any cosmetics as you are so sexy already but I wish the best for mushtaq bhai and so this gift". Saying that sultan passed the gift to purva who took it with great humbleness. Javed clicked the photo of purva receiving it from sultan's hands. Purva asked further, " Sultan ji can you tell me how to use this oil?". "Bhabhi you just to massage oil on your body and be like that for at least two or three hours per day. You can then take a normal bath. It will make your entire body shine and glisten", replied Sultan happy to explain purva about his product. Purva thanked him for his gift after taking a snap with the couple he too left. A few more guys showed up and each of them gifted purva what they thought would be ideal for purva to begin life in the slums. One of the guys also gifted her a strip of ipills for her thirty days stint as mushtaq's wife. Purva was very happy at the warmth shown by one and all and thanked them all.



After the entire gifting ceremony was over sajid came forward and told to purva in front of the crowd, " Purva I hope you liked the gifts. I have arranged for these gifts so that you don't need to buy anything else to live in the slums. We wanted you to feel like you belonged to the slums since forever and so we wanted you to have only the bare minimum just like the dress you are wearing. And true to your marital status everything else you need will be shared by mushtaq. I am sure you will love the experience as mushtaq's dear wife!". Saying that he congratulated both once again and took a pic with the couple. He then invited everyone to gather around the couple so that they all had a couple of pics with purva and mushtaq. After that it was time for the party to begin. Loud music was played that showcased some gaudy bhojpuri songs. The local liquor was being served and everyone started consuming it and started dancing happily on the occasion of their brother mushtaq's marriage. Mushtaq too joined in on the liquor and dancing. Purva too wanted to celebrate her marriage but was way too shy to dance with her attire in front of all the perverted men. But soon enough a couple of guys came and dragged her in to the crowd. Everyone whistled as purva too shook her feet to the beats and the loud bhojpuri music. As purva danced along with the crowd with mushtaq dancing beside her, everyone's gaze was fixed on purvas ripe mature parts. As she gradually started to sink in she started to dance pretty heavily and as a result her boobs were shaking vigorously and so was her ass. It was such an erotic sight for everyone to see a beautiful rich and sultry housewife like purva dancing in their own slums to such music. Never in their dreams had anyone thought such a thing would happen to them but here was purva dancing like a true whore. As everyone became tipsy with the local brandy that was served in abundance they began to enjoy purvas free show more and more. Her boobs were jumping up and down and sideways as she tried to match the beats of the songs being played. Mushtaq too was drunk enough and he was getting hornier looking at purva dance shamelessly in front of everyone. He loved how everyone was lusting at her nude parts. As both of them danced the crowd urged mushtaq bhai to dance as a couple to the song. Mushtaq took the opportunity and tightly grabbed purvas boobs from behind and then danced with her to the tunes. Everyone cheered on and clapped as mushtaq kept pressing purvas boobs roughly. At one sequence of the song he also gave a couple of slaps to purvas ass that sank with the beats of the song. He then turned her towards him and then gave her a good long lip kiss that smeared purvas face with saliva. The whole crowd loved mushtaq's acts as all of them urged him to continue doing so. Purva too enjoyed the moment thoroughly as she was happy on her special day as well as hot about how things were moving. She knew everyone was elated to see her dancing in such a vulgar way to such provocative songs, her boobs jumping in all directions. It was like a dream come true for all the folks at the slum that day.



After a few more songs and as people consumed more and more liquor, everyone wanted purva to do a solo dance on a few songs. After it was decided everyone stood in a circle around purva too see her dance to songs. Javed and his crew jumped right inside the circle to capture purva's dance and the erotic sight of her private parts as she danced in a close up view. As the whole gathering waited for the songs to resume, a fast beat song was played that required purva to dance furiously to match the beats of the song. Though purva had never really danced before she tried her best to keep pace with the song. As a result her whole body took up various erotic and vulgar poses and her big boobs were shaking vigorously. As the whole crowd continued drinking and perversely licked their lips to purva's sexy dance in her birthday suit, she was beginning to feel hotter and hotter. She feeling really sexy to dance in front of all of them to entertain them as javed and his crew managed to capture all of her private parts. Her jumping boobs, her hairy pussy and her whole sweaty body were all captured in the video. As only fast beat songs were played purva continued to dance like a true slut shamelessly as everyone cheered and clapped. They passed comments at her as she danced forgetting completely of her true identity. Now she seemed like nothing but a bar dancer in the slums that was paid money to entertain the crowd with her vulgar dance moves wearing next to nothing.



After dancing at full pace for two more songs purva was trying to catch her breath. Sajid asked the music to stop aa everyone applauded and whistled for purva's commendable dance effort. Mushtaq came forward and hugged his wife and then gave her a deep lip kiss while roughly squeezing her boobs and slapping her ass. He was clearly under the influence of liquor and the erotic sight of his wife dancing vulgarly in front of the whole slum crowd.


As the music subsided mushtaq went to have a word with sajid. They both whispered something to each other after which sajid announced to the whole crowd, "Guys, mushtaq bhai would now like to take purva to the garage and start their first night now. You can continue drinking but mushtaq bhai and purva will leave now to celebrate their first night". Once again the whole crowd clapped in unison as they all wished mushtaq and purva for their marriage. The couple thanked everyone as mushtaq then lifted purva in his arms to carry her to salim's garage to start his first night with purva. He had been really impatient right since purva became his wife to get a taste of her soft pussy and wanted to fuck her soon. Sajid and a couple of others followed the couple to the garage to take care of the proceedings and customs as mushtaq wanted. As mushtaq carried purva in his arms to salim's garage he kissed her continuously and licked her nipple over the transparent burkha. Mushtaq was reeking of alcohol but purva being the slut that she was loved it anyway. She was excited to experience the raw sexual appetite of mushtaq and boy she wanted to get destroyed. Ever since the first time Mushtaq fucked her she knew this man had a very high sex drive and now she was going to be subjected to it all. She was waiting for all of it to start and she wanted to please mushtaq as his true wife serving him of whatever kinks and desires he had. For the next 30 thirty she was going to be completely used by this old construction worker as his wife and sex toy. Every mole of her body was now his and she loved the sensation it gave her.

[nandoghosh]

More parts are coming.

[baduppi]

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[suneelpoddar]

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