27-06-2020, 07:55 PM
Still I turned around and turned my backside towards the wall before letting them free. Then as cool as possible I took it off completely and threw it on the pile of cloth which was now on the floor, my saree.
Then I reached for my bra hook. It was now under my grip. Just a piece of cake, the removing.I shall do it in seconds. I have done it million times. But the situation made it harder to perform. I am going to expose my naked breasts to some stranger. Some one who is not my husband. It doesn't made me any comfortable!!!!
What a slut I was. ....But only if he answered my call, things maybe different. I wouldn't be a stripper, an unfaithful wife. It is his fault, not mine. He made his wife unfaithful to him. He forced his wife to be unfaithful to him.
Angrily I let go of my bra. My breasts are not small nor big. They are average in size. I like them very much. And mu hubby too. He was so fond of them. He says they are like two king-coconuts hanging from my chest. Not the size he meant. But the colour and the shape.My nipples are pink in colour. In most Indian women they are dark in colour. But fortunately God has given me these pink nipples to match my milkish complexion.
My breasts jumped off of the prison they were in and twinged up and down few times like two dancing birds. For the first time I felt the coldness of the room. The temperature must be under 20 Celsius.
It hit me suddenly, I am topless. Nude, naked above the waist. It was shame. But still I was only halfway finished.
I looked down. My white color underskirt was now covering the lower part of my body. I would have been very upset if I had to wear only that to cover my nakedness. But even that little protection looked huge in that weird situation.
But it has to go too.
Then I reached for my bra hook. It was now under my grip. Just a piece of cake, the removing.I shall do it in seconds. I have done it million times. But the situation made it harder to perform. I am going to expose my naked breasts to some stranger. Some one who is not my husband. It doesn't made me any comfortable!!!!
What a slut I was. ....But only if he answered my call, things maybe different. I wouldn't be a stripper, an unfaithful wife. It is his fault, not mine. He made his wife unfaithful to him. He forced his wife to be unfaithful to him.
Angrily I let go of my bra. My breasts are not small nor big. They are average in size. I like them very much. And mu hubby too. He was so fond of them. He says they are like two king-coconuts hanging from my chest. Not the size he meant. But the colour and the shape.My nipples are pink in colour. In most Indian women they are dark in colour. But fortunately God has given me these pink nipples to match my milkish complexion.
My breasts jumped off of the prison they were in and twinged up and down few times like two dancing birds. For the first time I felt the coldness of the room. The temperature must be under 20 Celsius.
It hit me suddenly, I am topless. Nude, naked above the waist. It was shame. But still I was only halfway finished.
I looked down. My white color underskirt was now covering the lower part of my body. I would have been very upset if I had to wear only that to cover my nakedness. But even that little protection looked huge in that weird situation.
But it has to go too.
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