09-04-2020, 05:54 AM
I was just stunned. It seemed that both Haria and Chacha-ji had taken the job of bombarding me with humiliation! I naturally remained silent.
Chacha-ji: Are ye kaha ka burbak ba! Ladkiyo ki chaddi mei kabhi chedd hota hai? Wo to ladko ke chaddi mei hota hai…
Haria: Lo kar lo baat! Ye jankari aap ko kaun diya Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are iss mei jankari ki kya hai? Ye to sabhi jante hai ye kiyu hota hai… kya Beti? Mai kuch galat bola?
I was simple appalled the way comment after comment was put forward to me to be answered.
O God! What should I reply?
I could not deny the fact what Chacha-ji was referring to was absolutely true! I did not notice holes in my husband’s briefs but none in my panties!
Me (stammering miserably): Jj… ji nehi! Aap se-se…-sehi bole hain… par Chacha-ji… cho… choriye naa ye sab baat… ab jab…
But my efforts went for a waste as Haria now sprung into the conversation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji.. aap to kamal karti hai! Aap kaise bol diye ke Malik sahi bol rahe hain? Ho sakta hai ke aap khud-ki dekhi ho… par mai ek ladies tailor shop mei kaam kar chukka hoon… waha mai angeenat ladki aur aurat ko…
Chacha-ji: …dekha hai… ha janta hoon… to kya? Tu kya har ladki ki kapde utar ke uski panty check karta tha? ..ke dekhe behen-ji chedd hai ke nehi? Sala motherchod... Baat karta hai!
Haria: Nehi Malik… wo baat nehi… par mere kehna ka matlab hai ke mai bahut sari aurat ki maap liya hoon, kapde silwaya hoon… matlab un logo ko kareeb se dekha hoon aur iss liye mujhe ye jankari hai!
Chacha-ji: Kareeb se dekha hoon ka matlab kya hai Haria? Tere tailoring shop mei tu kisi aurat ka maap liya aur tujhe samajh me aa gaya ke uski chaddi ki color kya hai… uss mei chedd hai ke nehi?!? Mai kya gadha hoon?
I remained just a silent spectator of this hot and embarrassing conversation and things got worst at Chacha-ji’s next comment!
Chacha-ji: Are maan le ke tujhe abhi teri Bhabi-ji ka maap lena hai… tu kaise bol payega ke teri Bhabi-ji abhi panty peheni hui hai ke nehi? Kaise bolega halkut? Sari uthake dekhega ya teri Bhabi-ji ka gaand dabake dekhe ga?
I was just stunned the way things were going vulgar, dirty indications were made very directly, and both males were using slang in front of me. They probably forgot that I was a housewife of a decent family! I had started to breathe heavier and felt sweaty and since today I was wearing my bra under my blouse I was naturally also feeling tautness about my milk-filled boobs straining against the cups of my super-tight bra.
Haria: Malik… aap ne dobara meri baat puri nehi suni! Aap to kabhi ladies tailor shop mei kaam nehi kiye hai na… iss liye… waha bina chahte huye bhi aap bahut kuch dekh sakte hai jo aam taur pe sunke aap ko biswas nehi hoga…
Me (very weakly): Chacha-ji… Rehne dijiye na... baat ko aur mat badhaiye!
I tried to avoid and break off that topic, but expectedly failed as my voice was meek; I was blushing, I was shy, I was irritated, and I was also involuntarily having a sense of exhilaration too!
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye kamina kuch bhi bolega mai maan loonga!
Chacha-ji seemed all set to argue and win the debate with this low class man on this dirty and humiliating topic.
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kahe silent hai? Samjha mujhe!
Haria: Wohi to keh raha tha ke Bhabi-ji tok diya! Baat ye hai ke waha mujhe bina chahte huye bhi bahut kuch dikh jata tha...
He paused a bit. Honestly listening to this hot and indicative conversation my nipples had already gotten harder inside my blouse and I started feeling quite uncomfortable standing like that in front of two males.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… apna ladies tailor shop to chota tha… ek hi room ko partition karke sab chalta tha… usi mei maap lena hota tha… cutting bhi hoti thi, machine bhi chalta tha, aur ladki-log bhi wohi naye kapde try karke dekhti thi… aur mai kayi shadi-shuda aurat to trial dene ke waqt kapde badalte huye dekha hoon… khaas taur se jo auratye ghagra ya skirt ki trial dene aati thi… maine notice kiya ke unke panty mei bhi kabhi kabhi chedd hoti thii! Kasam se Malik!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… tu jab keh raha hai dekha hai… to ho sakta hai… par har cheez ka to kuch reasoning hota hai na… dekh mard logo ke underwear mei chedd hona samajh mei aata hai par…
Haria: Ha Malik… wo to swabhabik hai… mard-logo ke launda to bari bari khada ho jata hai aur ghista hai aur dhakelta hai chaddi ke kapde ke upar…aur usse chedd ho jana to aam baat hai!
Chacha-ji: Par ladies log ke to lund nehi hote naaa… to chedd kaise hoga?
Haria laughed out loudly and seeing that Chacha-ji was also smiling. He looked up at me. I felt more tight and involuntarily adjusted my pallu though it was not required. His eye to eye contact with me made me more tight and my breathing got faster. I could easily feel that my heavy boobs were now straining against my tight blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti? Is there anything wrong in my logic?
I was feeling so humiliated; my ears were already warm and emitting heat. I just chuckled at Chacha-ji not knowing what to do and what to say!
Haria (stopping his shameless laugh): Par malik… aapne shayad dhyan nehi diya ke mai bola tha ke maine angeenat shadi-shuda aurat ko ghagra ya skirt ki trial dete huye dekha hoon… Kuwari ladkiyo ke nehi…
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! O! Ab samajh mei aya cheez! Actually ye angle se mai socha nehi tha ke shadi-shuda aurat ko jab unke pati pyar karta hoga to apne khada lund kayi bar dhakela hoga aur ragda hoga unke panty ke upar se hi… to lagatar ye karne se kabhi kabar chedd ho sakta hai ladkiyo ke chaddi mei bhi... tu sahi bola Haria!
Haria: Aap maan gaye – yehi bahut hai Malik!
Chacha-ji (noting me looking towards the floor in shy condition): Abe sale... sara din kya teri Bhabi-ji wait karengi? Tere nayi dress ke design wagera sab kaha hai?
Chacha-ji at last thought of me! I was much relived though was still feeling tight about what I heard. Honestly I was almost freezing within myself thinking that if Chacha-ji asked me why there was no hole in my panties, me being a married woman. How would I explain him that whenever Vinay used to be horny (other than being on bed) he used to strip me especially of my undergarments first from over my dress and made love to me!
Many a days it happened that after lovemaking I was wearing my sari-blouse but had lost my bra and panty to him as he had forced his hands inside my blouse and opened the bra hook and pulled it out or pull up my sari and lowered my panty to the floor. Even while wearing a nighty and making love to my husband (not on bed of course) many a days I had my nighty on my body till the end, but Vinay had pushed his hands inside my nighty and easily had peeled off my bra and panty and made me naked under my nighty as he loved me and pushed his erect dick on my choot and ass.
Chacha-ji: Are ye kaha ka burbak ba! Ladkiyo ki chaddi mei kabhi chedd hota hai? Wo to ladko ke chaddi mei hota hai…
Haria: Lo kar lo baat! Ye jankari aap ko kaun diya Malik?
Chacha-ji: Are iss mei jankari ki kya hai? Ye to sabhi jante hai ye kiyu hota hai… kya Beti? Mai kuch galat bola?
I was simple appalled the way comment after comment was put forward to me to be answered.
O God! What should I reply?
I could not deny the fact what Chacha-ji was referring to was absolutely true! I did not notice holes in my husband’s briefs but none in my panties!
Me (stammering miserably): Jj… ji nehi! Aap se-se…-sehi bole hain… par Chacha-ji… cho… choriye naa ye sab baat… ab jab…
But my efforts went for a waste as Haria now sprung into the conversation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji.. aap to kamal karti hai! Aap kaise bol diye ke Malik sahi bol rahe hain? Ho sakta hai ke aap khud-ki dekhi ho… par mai ek ladies tailor shop mei kaam kar chukka hoon… waha mai angeenat ladki aur aurat ko…
Chacha-ji: …dekha hai… ha janta hoon… to kya? Tu kya har ladki ki kapde utar ke uski panty check karta tha? ..ke dekhe behen-ji chedd hai ke nehi? Sala motherchod... Baat karta hai!
Haria: Nehi Malik… wo baat nehi… par mere kehna ka matlab hai ke mai bahut sari aurat ki maap liya hoon, kapde silwaya hoon… matlab un logo ko kareeb se dekha hoon aur iss liye mujhe ye jankari hai!
Chacha-ji: Kareeb se dekha hoon ka matlab kya hai Haria? Tere tailoring shop mei tu kisi aurat ka maap liya aur tujhe samajh me aa gaya ke uski chaddi ki color kya hai… uss mei chedd hai ke nehi?!? Mai kya gadha hoon?
I remained just a silent spectator of this hot and embarrassing conversation and things got worst at Chacha-ji’s next comment!
Chacha-ji: Are maan le ke tujhe abhi teri Bhabi-ji ka maap lena hai… tu kaise bol payega ke teri Bhabi-ji abhi panty peheni hui hai ke nehi? Kaise bolega halkut? Sari uthake dekhega ya teri Bhabi-ji ka gaand dabake dekhe ga?
I was just stunned the way things were going vulgar, dirty indications were made very directly, and both males were using slang in front of me. They probably forgot that I was a housewife of a decent family! I had started to breathe heavier and felt sweaty and since today I was wearing my bra under my blouse I was naturally also feeling tautness about my milk-filled boobs straining against the cups of my super-tight bra.
Haria: Malik… aap ne dobara meri baat puri nehi suni! Aap to kabhi ladies tailor shop mei kaam nehi kiye hai na… iss liye… waha bina chahte huye bhi aap bahut kuch dekh sakte hai jo aam taur pe sunke aap ko biswas nehi hoga…
Me (very weakly): Chacha-ji… Rehne dijiye na... baat ko aur mat badhaiye!
I tried to avoid and break off that topic, but expectedly failed as my voice was meek; I was blushing, I was shy, I was irritated, and I was also involuntarily having a sense of exhilaration too!
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! Ye kamina kuch bhi bolega mai maan loonga!
Chacha-ji seemed all set to argue and win the debate with this low class man on this dirty and humiliating topic.
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kahe silent hai? Samjha mujhe!
Haria: Wohi to keh raha tha ke Bhabi-ji tok diya! Baat ye hai ke waha mujhe bina chahte huye bhi bahut kuch dikh jata tha...
He paused a bit. Honestly listening to this hot and indicative conversation my nipples had already gotten harder inside my blouse and I started feeling quite uncomfortable standing like that in front of two males.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… apna ladies tailor shop to chota tha… ek hi room ko partition karke sab chalta tha… usi mei maap lena hota tha… cutting bhi hoti thi, machine bhi chalta tha, aur ladki-log bhi wohi naye kapde try karke dekhti thi… aur mai kayi shadi-shuda aurat to trial dene ke waqt kapde badalte huye dekha hoon… khaas taur se jo auratye ghagra ya skirt ki trial dene aati thi… maine notice kiya ke unke panty mei bhi kabhi kabhi chedd hoti thii! Kasam se Malik!
Chacha-ji: Hmm… tu jab keh raha hai dekha hai… to ho sakta hai… par har cheez ka to kuch reasoning hota hai na… dekh mard logo ke underwear mei chedd hona samajh mei aata hai par…
Haria: Ha Malik… wo to swabhabik hai… mard-logo ke launda to bari bari khada ho jata hai aur ghista hai aur dhakelta hai chaddi ke kapde ke upar…aur usse chedd ho jana to aam baat hai!
Chacha-ji: Par ladies log ke to lund nehi hote naaa… to chedd kaise hoga?
Haria laughed out loudly and seeing that Chacha-ji was also smiling. He looked up at me. I felt more tight and involuntarily adjusted my pallu though it was not required. His eye to eye contact with me made me more tight and my breathing got faster. I could easily feel that my heavy boobs were now straining against my tight blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kiyu Beti? Is there anything wrong in my logic?
I was feeling so humiliated; my ears were already warm and emitting heat. I just chuckled at Chacha-ji not knowing what to do and what to say!
Haria (stopping his shameless laugh): Par malik… aapne shayad dhyan nehi diya ke mai bola tha ke maine angeenat shadi-shuda aurat ko ghagra ya skirt ki trial dete huye dekha hoon… Kuwari ladkiyo ke nehi…
Chacha-ji: O! O! O! O! Ab samajh mei aya cheez! Actually ye angle se mai socha nehi tha ke shadi-shuda aurat ko jab unke pati pyar karta hoga to apne khada lund kayi bar dhakela hoga aur ragda hoga unke panty ke upar se hi… to lagatar ye karne se kabhi kabar chedd ho sakta hai ladkiyo ke chaddi mei bhi... tu sahi bola Haria!
Haria: Aap maan gaye – yehi bahut hai Malik!
Chacha-ji (noting me looking towards the floor in shy condition): Abe sale... sara din kya teri Bhabi-ji wait karengi? Tere nayi dress ke design wagera sab kaha hai?
Chacha-ji at last thought of me! I was much relived though was still feeling tight about what I heard. Honestly I was almost freezing within myself thinking that if Chacha-ji asked me why there was no hole in my panties, me being a married woman. How would I explain him that whenever Vinay used to be horny (other than being on bed) he used to strip me especially of my undergarments first from over my dress and made love to me!
Many a days it happened that after lovemaking I was wearing my sari-blouse but had lost my bra and panty to him as he had forced his hands inside my blouse and opened the bra hook and pulled it out or pull up my sari and lowered my panty to the floor. Even while wearing a nighty and making love to my husband (not on bed of course) many a days I had my nighty on my body till the end, but Vinay had pushed his hands inside my nighty and easily had peeled off my bra and panty and made me naked under my nighty as he loved me and pushed his erect dick on my choot and ass.
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