10-07-2020, 09:20 PM
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For last one and half hours Sumi is struggling with herself. Taken a long bath. Painted her toe and hand nails with eloquent red nail colour, combing her hair. Wearing makeup’s on her face. This in only time, that is at our marriage anniversary she indulges in heavy but gorgeous makeup. Then she applied red lipstick on her lips, matching the colour of the nail polish. She looked at the mirror, her head tilted bit sideways. She must be judging the lipstick, its colour, if it is rightly worn to perfection. She rubbed her lips softly one over another. Smearing her red lip colour smooth and glazy; making it look hot luscious and coveting. The glassy colour gorgeously emphasized her beautiful lips.
She looked away from the mirror at me to get my opinion.
Anybody looking at her juicy, moist red lips will get attracted. He will feel to put his lips over her ripe lips. I had to close my eyes and take deep breath to control my desire of kissing her lustrous, succulent red lips.
Reading my intentions she shoved me out of the room.
“I need to change and ware saree.!” Sumi said with a buoyant smile. “You will disturb me if you are inside room.”
I know what she meant. Seeing her changing I will not be able to control myself. . . It’s better to be outside.
After some times Sumi poked her head out of the door, I could not see her body.
Is she nude? How I wanted to rush in! But alas I have to restrain myself.
“You want me to wear any special bra and panty?”
“Yes! The red polka dot one.”
“The anniversary gift?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
After some time again she poked her head out.
“The blouse is sleeveless. The straps over the shoulder are only one inch thick. You want me to wear that?”
I thought for few seconds, considering it. Her anniversary blouse was ok if we would have gone to a restaurant. We would have booked a car from home and then would have returned back in the same car. No connection with outside world. Only at some decent and posh restaurant, going and coming back. But going to this fair is something else.
“You don’t have anything covering your shoulder.” Then added making it a point. “But it should be short sleeved.”
“I have to see. The blouse has to be matching with the saree!”
Her head vanished behind the door. After 15-20 minutes her head again reappeared.
“I have one. Matching the saree but it is very deep and has become tight also.”
“If you don’t mind can I see? I will not touch you. I promise!”
She looked skeptically at me and ajar the door.
She was wearing a black petticoat, and a shiny black blouse. It was stitched six years ago to be worn with a black silk saree with golden embroideries all over it. It is not a sleeveless but a very short sleeved blouse with golden piping. As the blouse is six years old and Sumi’s boob size has changed after that, grown, making her a buxom woman which made the blouse become very tight fit and now it is acting like a highly modified pushup bra. Making her ample elegant lobes bulge out over the hem line of front very deep V cut of the blouse. Her half of the nude spilled out breasts made a deep cleavage; it was so deep that to me it looked that the hem line of blouse must be just running over the hem line of polka dot bra. She looked coveting and erotic.
“Perfect!”
Sumi pointed her index finger shyly at her milky white shiny bulging out cleavage, blushed. “Isn’t too much showing in the front?”
Enthralled by the glare of her bare manifested cleavage, I understood what she is trying to say. The tightness of her black blouse has dangerously spilled out the nakedness of her boobs and flaunting exuberantly her milky white profound cleavage, way beyond the permissible limit. Treacherously pronounced and alluring.
I didn’t want her to get afraid and scared and too much fussy about the blouse. She will try to search another blouse, again 15-20 minutes lost. besides she may not find a perfect blouse matching with the saree. If she found also the blouse may be something dowdy, covering her fully.
“Your front portion will be covered by the pallu.” I said with an assuring tone.
She tried to smile and again she closed the door.
After 15 minutes again I heard her voice.
“Come in Suraj!”
Sumi was standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed now. She has dbangd the black chiffon in exotic way; tightly wrapped around her curves making them prominent and bold. She has kept her hair loose, combed straight. A golden hair pin has kept her black cascading hair over her back in place. She turned her head; her curls swung a little making smooth whiteness of her back skin flash under her sparkling black hair. Her skin glowing from the recent bath—soft, smooth, soothing to the eyes.
I haven’t noticed before the blouse back strap is thin, very thin. It can be compared with ‘thick bra back strap’, making most of her back bare. Not at all advisable for this mela. Nothing can be done. Now if I point her about the problem she will be jumpy, nervous even may try to change her blouse. But above all isn’t I who wanted her to be dressed gorgeous, but bold. Flaunting and dazzling herself in the fair.
She turned slightly to see her reflection from side, and then she turned the other side looking at her reflection. She has worn a matching single strand pearl necklace and matching earrings making her look elegant, graceful, and exotic. The black transparency of the chiffon has complemented the fairness of her skin. Though she has covered her breasts with double folded pallu but being transparent it gave a clear view of her ample spilled out milky white spotless cleavage and round poking out shape of her big breasts under blouse. She looked beautiful. Erotic. Dressed to kill, dressed to make cocks hard, dressed alluringly to allude naughty and daring guys--to get herself groped.
She needs to get fucked, now. But I controlled myself. Today she is for others—for the naughty guys, for the bold guys, for the louche guys. Not for me. I am only the spectator, an admirer. At night I will reclaim her back, make her mine to my fullest content.
Looking through the mirror she asked, “How do I look?”
I made an ‘O’ with my index finger and thumb, “Awesome!”
She blushed.
“Your navel is not showing?”
She looked at me uneasily. She is not a kind of women who wears her saree below naval and whenever I have requested she says she feels as if the saree is going to slip down her waist if she wears it below navel.
I added, “It is ok if you don’t want to wear the saree below navel.”
She looked at me with a coquettish smile.
“Ok!! For today I will wear the saree below navel”
Again after 5 minutes she called me inside. She has tucked her saree showing her navel.
My eyes widened, jaw dropped cock instantly became hard. Her deep navel. Meandering naked curve of her waist. Ripples of her waist folds. Aura of glazing, unblemished milky white skin.
“WoooW!!”
Her face flushed to the deepest red.
“Let the waist remain bare.” I said as she was pulling her saree up to cover it.
She made a face at me.
I went near her, wrapped her from behind. My hands over her nude waist, her belly. She smelled fresh from the recent bath, smell of lavender filled my nostrils. She must have applied perfume. It’s hard to resist, it’s hard to control oneself especially if your sexy wife is in your arms.
“If you want to back out you can back out any moment.” I said with an assuring voice.
Her tensed body starts relaxing in my arms. She twisted back with a smile.
“It’s ok.”
I looked at the watch it’s already 6.30 PM. The fair must be in its full swing, overcrowded, swarming with boob hunters.
I kissed her neck and said, “Let’s go then, for our first adventure.”
She smiled, holding my arm to balance herself as she wore her heels and finished what I was saying, “--And the last adventure.”
She looked away from the mirror at me to get my opinion.
Anybody looking at her juicy, moist red lips will get attracted. He will feel to put his lips over her ripe lips. I had to close my eyes and take deep breath to control my desire of kissing her lustrous, succulent red lips.
Reading my intentions she shoved me out of the room.
“I need to change and ware saree.!” Sumi said with a buoyant smile. “You will disturb me if you are inside room.”
I know what she meant. Seeing her changing I will not be able to control myself. . . It’s better to be outside.
After some times Sumi poked her head out of the door, I could not see her body.
Is she nude? How I wanted to rush in! But alas I have to restrain myself.
“You want me to wear any special bra and panty?”
“Yes! The red polka dot one.”
“The anniversary gift?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
After some time again she poked her head out.
“The blouse is sleeveless. The straps over the shoulder are only one inch thick. You want me to wear that?”
I thought for few seconds, considering it. Her anniversary blouse was ok if we would have gone to a restaurant. We would have booked a car from home and then would have returned back in the same car. No connection with outside world. Only at some decent and posh restaurant, going and coming back. But going to this fair is something else.
“You don’t have anything covering your shoulder.” Then added making it a point. “But it should be short sleeved.”
“I have to see. The blouse has to be matching with the saree!”
Her head vanished behind the door. After 15-20 minutes her head again reappeared.
“I have one. Matching the saree but it is very deep and has become tight also.”
“If you don’t mind can I see? I will not touch you. I promise!”
She looked skeptically at me and ajar the door.
She was wearing a black petticoat, and a shiny black blouse. It was stitched six years ago to be worn with a black silk saree with golden embroideries all over it. It is not a sleeveless but a very short sleeved blouse with golden piping. As the blouse is six years old and Sumi’s boob size has changed after that, grown, making her a buxom woman which made the blouse become very tight fit and now it is acting like a highly modified pushup bra. Making her ample elegant lobes bulge out over the hem line of front very deep V cut of the blouse. Her half of the nude spilled out breasts made a deep cleavage; it was so deep that to me it looked that the hem line of blouse must be just running over the hem line of polka dot bra. She looked coveting and erotic.
“Perfect!”
Sumi pointed her index finger shyly at her milky white shiny bulging out cleavage, blushed. “Isn’t too much showing in the front?”
Enthralled by the glare of her bare manifested cleavage, I understood what she is trying to say. The tightness of her black blouse has dangerously spilled out the nakedness of her boobs and flaunting exuberantly her milky white profound cleavage, way beyond the permissible limit. Treacherously pronounced and alluring.
I didn’t want her to get afraid and scared and too much fussy about the blouse. She will try to search another blouse, again 15-20 minutes lost. besides she may not find a perfect blouse matching with the saree. If she found also the blouse may be something dowdy, covering her fully.
“Your front portion will be covered by the pallu.” I said with an assuring tone.
She tried to smile and again she closed the door.
After 15 minutes again I heard her voice.
“Come in Suraj!”
Sumi was standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed now. She has dbangd the black chiffon in exotic way; tightly wrapped around her curves making them prominent and bold. She has kept her hair loose, combed straight. A golden hair pin has kept her black cascading hair over her back in place. She turned her head; her curls swung a little making smooth whiteness of her back skin flash under her sparkling black hair. Her skin glowing from the recent bath—soft, smooth, soothing to the eyes.
I haven’t noticed before the blouse back strap is thin, very thin. It can be compared with ‘thick bra back strap’, making most of her back bare. Not at all advisable for this mela. Nothing can be done. Now if I point her about the problem she will be jumpy, nervous even may try to change her blouse. But above all isn’t I who wanted her to be dressed gorgeous, but bold. Flaunting and dazzling herself in the fair.
She turned slightly to see her reflection from side, and then she turned the other side looking at her reflection. She has worn a matching single strand pearl necklace and matching earrings making her look elegant, graceful, and exotic. The black transparency of the chiffon has complemented the fairness of her skin. Though she has covered her breasts with double folded pallu but being transparent it gave a clear view of her ample spilled out milky white spotless cleavage and round poking out shape of her big breasts under blouse. She looked beautiful. Erotic. Dressed to kill, dressed to make cocks hard, dressed alluringly to allude naughty and daring guys--to get herself groped.
She needs to get fucked, now. But I controlled myself. Today she is for others—for the naughty guys, for the bold guys, for the louche guys. Not for me. I am only the spectator, an admirer. At night I will reclaim her back, make her mine to my fullest content.
Looking through the mirror she asked, “How do I look?”
I made an ‘O’ with my index finger and thumb, “Awesome!”
She blushed.
“Your navel is not showing?”
She looked at me uneasily. She is not a kind of women who wears her saree below naval and whenever I have requested she says she feels as if the saree is going to slip down her waist if she wears it below navel.
I added, “It is ok if you don’t want to wear the saree below navel.”
She looked at me with a coquettish smile.
“Ok!! For today I will wear the saree below navel”
Again after 5 minutes she called me inside. She has tucked her saree showing her navel.
My eyes widened, jaw dropped cock instantly became hard. Her deep navel. Meandering naked curve of her waist. Ripples of her waist folds. Aura of glazing, unblemished milky white skin.
“WoooW!!”
Her face flushed to the deepest red.
“Let the waist remain bare.” I said as she was pulling her saree up to cover it.
She made a face at me.
I went near her, wrapped her from behind. My hands over her nude waist, her belly. She smelled fresh from the recent bath, smell of lavender filled my nostrils. She must have applied perfume. It’s hard to resist, it’s hard to control oneself especially if your sexy wife is in your arms.
“If you want to back out you can back out any moment.” I said with an assuring voice.
Her tensed body starts relaxing in my arms. She twisted back with a smile.
“It’s ok.”
I looked at the watch it’s already 6.30 PM. The fair must be in its full swing, overcrowded, swarming with boob hunters.
I kissed her neck and said, “Let’s go then, for our first adventure.”
She smiled, holding my arm to balance herself as she wore her heels and finished what I was saying, “--And the last adventure.”
To be continued.......
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