18-07-2020, 10:47 AM
Auto rickshaw took around 20 minutes to reach the fair road. As no vehicles are allowed to go inside the fair so we had to get down and had to walk a bit. The entrance was over crowded we had to push our way through the throng. I could already see lusty eyes praying on my wife’s bare curvy milky white waist, and her prominently bulging out big spongy boobs, erotically swinging lubricious thick chubby ass.
Her hand involuntarily went towards her waist. Sumi, though always dresses soberly and with test but never keeps her waist naked and flaunting. She could sense the ogling eyes and was about to cover her exposed glaring nakedness.
“Please!! Don’t!” I beseeched in soft low voice.
She smiled with naughty twinkle in her eyes, “My hand went there automatically. I will control myself!”
We entered the fare. Making our way through the thick crowed at the entrance. She shuddered suddenly. I could feel her grip tighten over my upper arm. Her chicks pink.
“What happened?”
She said with a shy low voice, “Somebody touched my bare waist!”
Not even we have entered the fair she got touched. I was amazed by the boldness of the guy who must have touched her. Brushed his hand on her naked smooth skin. Sumi is holding her husband’s hand but still . . .
Usually she covers her waist by pulling the saree up but today on my request she has kept her midriff bare. From the low waist where she has tucked her transparent black saree till hemline of blouse letting the full milky white flawless curvy waist bare. A wide gap. The baby fat on her curvaceous waist making erotic folds as she walked, a clear invitation for perverts. The count has begun.
Already the pulling of the chariot (Rath) has started. It is pulled by the devotees who have come to visit the fair. The pulling is considered a auspicious thing. They pull for five to seven minutes then it is stopped for five to seven minutes then again it is pulled.
I could see the Rath approximately 300 miters ahead moving down the road. It looked as if the Rath is floating over the river of heads. The banks of the river are the make shift stalls of different sizes and different colours lined on the both side of the road. As far as my eyesight went I could only see heads and heads and heads. Clearly the mela (fare) road is cramming to its limit with people. The crowed is not stagnant they are moving like a swarm of ants. Moving down the road, moving up the road. In small groups in large groups even individually.
The first 20-25 meters of the ‘fair road’ was not so much crowded. We could walk freely. After 25 miters again the crowed started to thicken. People were crowding in groups in the stalls. Some were going inside, some were coming out. Some families standing in bunch in front of food stalls eating and amusing themselves.
There were also women in lively dress with their families hopping from stall to stall, eating and amusing themselves—Ratio between men to women tremendously disproportionate.
Paucity of women, specially sexy and beautiful women made Sumi more prominent and coveting. As soon as we entered the fair Sumi stole the show. As we walked pushing our way through the crowed I could see heads turn, all lusty eyes praying over her—ogling lecherously at her flaunting curves, measuring her from head to toe--Storing her smutty image in their memory for future masturbation.
A flock of young boys pushed their way to come close to her. Obviously they were pretending crossing the road and going to the other side to see the stalls there--Their eyes licking lewdly her every luscious curves.
I heard a comment, “What an ass!”
Tightly wrapped chiffon has made her round big ass curves prominent and flaunting. My cock twitched.
Another comment flew out from other side.
“Kay mal he Sali!”
A husband and wife walked passed us--The wife a beautiful piece of art, wearing yellow cotton saree--Her skin somewhat dusky but glowing. They walked hand in hand. Wife was pointing at a stall on the other side of the road. The husband didn’t paid attention. He twisted back ogling at Sumi. Suddenly his wife realized that he is not paying attention to her and is looking at another sexy woman, my wife. She flared up; pulling him she increased her pace. For an instinct I saw the face of the guy. It was a face as if just now a candy has been snatched off from the hand a kid.
Three old guys with gray hair, wearing dhoti and kurta, standing in front of a stall of photos and statues of deity gawked at her erotically swinging big ass. I wandered what they were thinking? At this age does their cock throb? Are they aroused? May be my wife made their cock throb and hard!
My cock twitched again. She is treat to the lusty eyes, an eye candy and obviously she is going to be a delicacy and item of amusement for the boob gropers in this fair.
I was proud . . . Proud to have such a beautiful and sexy wife like her who makes others jealous and envious. In her late thirties still Sumi could make heads turn, get lewd comments thrown at her and make cocks throb. And I was obviously happy and excited that she has started to make my day.
Sumi saw a stall of kitchen utensils. It was crowded as others. Pointing at the stall she said with excitement.
“Let’s go to that stall.”
“Today no buying things.” I warned her. “Only window shopping!”
As we pushed through the crowed inside the stall she said with a smile. “I know, dear!”
She surfed through the utensils. Pulling out the bailer asking its price, then she again pulled some steel plates, asking the price, now a peeler asking price. I tried to notice if somebody is touching her with his hands. No. Some guys intentionally leaning over her though.
A bulky guy pressed himself slightly over her, as if unintentional, leaned forward pointing his finger towards a big Karahi.
“What is the price of that Karahi?”
“It is Rs 475.” the stall owner answered.
“Can I see it?” He said it in a bit louder voice.
As the stall owner gave his the Karahi from behind the stall he stretched his hand and leaned forward over Sumi to get it. His front pressed over her back, and his other hand grazed her protuberant, soft ass. A light press.
She shivered slightly.
After she asked prices of most of the thing in the stall and looked happy we pushed out and to another stall filled with earthen dolls. And then to another.
Nothing much was happening. Already it is 7.30 PM. Occasionally she was just pushed from behind, touched, or grazed or a group of guys would bump on her intentionally, which is normal in any overcrowded fare. I wanted more.
Her racy looks--Her transparent saree, flaunting curves, bouncing boobs, swinging big boobs, luscious red lips has made her most enchanting, sexually coveting, enticed woman in the fare. But it was obvious I being with her nobody is daring to become very bold, audacious and daring to squeeze and fondle with her private parts—just grazing her curves, or barely touching them only. Besides whenever we were in move through the crowed, she was holding up the women’s armor—crossing both her hands in a bit lifted position which blocks her side and front. The guy has to be very daredevil to break the armor and put his hand on her.
I saw an ice-cream stall.
“Sumi, you want to eat ice-cream?”
“Yes!” she nodded happily.
The ice-cream stall was over crowded. She stood just outside, away from the jumbled up thick crowed inside the stall purchasing ice-cream. I alone went inside making my way. The vender gave me two ice-creams but wanted the exact amount. He doesn’t have change. I reverted back to her knowing she always keeps coins in her purse and handed her the ice-cream.
As I was returning back after paying the vender I saw a guy standing at the side of her. His t-shirt was very eloquent, multi coloured. Not a very tall guy. He was trying to look inside her cleavage through her transparent pallu. His eyes glared--salacious and vulgar. Glued over her boobs, licking and pressing her big popping out creamy breasts with his eyes. He pushed himself more inside taking the advantage of push of the crowed. His body touching her body. It is common in the fair. She wasn’t mindful of his touch. She didn’t move. That’s what she agreed upon, to get touched. But what exited me, he was with a purpose.
He must have thought she is an unescorted woman in this crowded fare. He was trying adventurously to lean forward over her back, and see deep inside her cleavage. Side of his front was pressing against her back. He looked at Sumis cleavage hungrily.
From the distance I signaled her with my eyes. She understood what the man is trying to see. Instantly her face was rosy. But she did not move; letting me see the guys ogling, his body touching her and I was getting exited.
The guy looked bold. Proficient hunter?
Her hand involuntarily went towards her waist. Sumi, though always dresses soberly and with test but never keeps her waist naked and flaunting. She could sense the ogling eyes and was about to cover her exposed glaring nakedness.
“Please!! Don’t!” I beseeched in soft low voice.
She smiled with naughty twinkle in her eyes, “My hand went there automatically. I will control myself!”
We entered the fare. Making our way through the thick crowed at the entrance. She shuddered suddenly. I could feel her grip tighten over my upper arm. Her chicks pink.
“What happened?”
She said with a shy low voice, “Somebody touched my bare waist!”
Not even we have entered the fair she got touched. I was amazed by the boldness of the guy who must have touched her. Brushed his hand on her naked smooth skin. Sumi is holding her husband’s hand but still . . .
Usually she covers her waist by pulling the saree up but today on my request she has kept her midriff bare. From the low waist where she has tucked her transparent black saree till hemline of blouse letting the full milky white flawless curvy waist bare. A wide gap. The baby fat on her curvaceous waist making erotic folds as she walked, a clear invitation for perverts. The count has begun.
Already the pulling of the chariot (Rath) has started. It is pulled by the devotees who have come to visit the fair. The pulling is considered a auspicious thing. They pull for five to seven minutes then it is stopped for five to seven minutes then again it is pulled.
I could see the Rath approximately 300 miters ahead moving down the road. It looked as if the Rath is floating over the river of heads. The banks of the river are the make shift stalls of different sizes and different colours lined on the both side of the road. As far as my eyesight went I could only see heads and heads and heads. Clearly the mela (fare) road is cramming to its limit with people. The crowed is not stagnant they are moving like a swarm of ants. Moving down the road, moving up the road. In small groups in large groups even individually.
The first 20-25 meters of the ‘fair road’ was not so much crowded. We could walk freely. After 25 miters again the crowed started to thicken. People were crowding in groups in the stalls. Some were going inside, some were coming out. Some families standing in bunch in front of food stalls eating and amusing themselves.
There were also women in lively dress with their families hopping from stall to stall, eating and amusing themselves—Ratio between men to women tremendously disproportionate.
Paucity of women, specially sexy and beautiful women made Sumi more prominent and coveting. As soon as we entered the fair Sumi stole the show. As we walked pushing our way through the crowed I could see heads turn, all lusty eyes praying over her—ogling lecherously at her flaunting curves, measuring her from head to toe--Storing her smutty image in their memory for future masturbation.
A flock of young boys pushed their way to come close to her. Obviously they were pretending crossing the road and going to the other side to see the stalls there--Their eyes licking lewdly her every luscious curves.
I heard a comment, “What an ass!”
Tightly wrapped chiffon has made her round big ass curves prominent and flaunting. My cock twitched.
Another comment flew out from other side.
“Kay mal he Sali!”
A husband and wife walked passed us--The wife a beautiful piece of art, wearing yellow cotton saree--Her skin somewhat dusky but glowing. They walked hand in hand. Wife was pointing at a stall on the other side of the road. The husband didn’t paid attention. He twisted back ogling at Sumi. Suddenly his wife realized that he is not paying attention to her and is looking at another sexy woman, my wife. She flared up; pulling him she increased her pace. For an instinct I saw the face of the guy. It was a face as if just now a candy has been snatched off from the hand a kid.
Three old guys with gray hair, wearing dhoti and kurta, standing in front of a stall of photos and statues of deity gawked at her erotically swinging big ass. I wandered what they were thinking? At this age does their cock throb? Are they aroused? May be my wife made their cock throb and hard!
My cock twitched again. She is treat to the lusty eyes, an eye candy and obviously she is going to be a delicacy and item of amusement for the boob gropers in this fair.
I was proud . . . Proud to have such a beautiful and sexy wife like her who makes others jealous and envious. In her late thirties still Sumi could make heads turn, get lewd comments thrown at her and make cocks throb. And I was obviously happy and excited that she has started to make my day.
Sumi saw a stall of kitchen utensils. It was crowded as others. Pointing at the stall she said with excitement.
“Let’s go to that stall.”
“Today no buying things.” I warned her. “Only window shopping!”
As we pushed through the crowed inside the stall she said with a smile. “I know, dear!”
She surfed through the utensils. Pulling out the bailer asking its price, then she again pulled some steel plates, asking the price, now a peeler asking price. I tried to notice if somebody is touching her with his hands. No. Some guys intentionally leaning over her though.
A bulky guy pressed himself slightly over her, as if unintentional, leaned forward pointing his finger towards a big Karahi.
“What is the price of that Karahi?”
“It is Rs 475.” the stall owner answered.
“Can I see it?” He said it in a bit louder voice.
As the stall owner gave his the Karahi from behind the stall he stretched his hand and leaned forward over Sumi to get it. His front pressed over her back, and his other hand grazed her protuberant, soft ass. A light press.
She shivered slightly.
After she asked prices of most of the thing in the stall and looked happy we pushed out and to another stall filled with earthen dolls. And then to another.
Nothing much was happening. Already it is 7.30 PM. Occasionally she was just pushed from behind, touched, or grazed or a group of guys would bump on her intentionally, which is normal in any overcrowded fare. I wanted more.
Her racy looks--Her transparent saree, flaunting curves, bouncing boobs, swinging big boobs, luscious red lips has made her most enchanting, sexually coveting, enticed woman in the fare. But it was obvious I being with her nobody is daring to become very bold, audacious and daring to squeeze and fondle with her private parts—just grazing her curves, or barely touching them only. Besides whenever we were in move through the crowed, she was holding up the women’s armor—crossing both her hands in a bit lifted position which blocks her side and front. The guy has to be very daredevil to break the armor and put his hand on her.
I saw an ice-cream stall.
“Sumi, you want to eat ice-cream?”
“Yes!” she nodded happily.
The ice-cream stall was over crowded. She stood just outside, away from the jumbled up thick crowed inside the stall purchasing ice-cream. I alone went inside making my way. The vender gave me two ice-creams but wanted the exact amount. He doesn’t have change. I reverted back to her knowing she always keeps coins in her purse and handed her the ice-cream.
As I was returning back after paying the vender I saw a guy standing at the side of her. His t-shirt was very eloquent, multi coloured. Not a very tall guy. He was trying to look inside her cleavage through her transparent pallu. His eyes glared--salacious and vulgar. Glued over her boobs, licking and pressing her big popping out creamy breasts with his eyes. He pushed himself more inside taking the advantage of push of the crowed. His body touching her body. It is common in the fair. She wasn’t mindful of his touch. She didn’t move. That’s what she agreed upon, to get touched. But what exited me, he was with a purpose.
He must have thought she is an unescorted woman in this crowded fare. He was trying adventurously to lean forward over her back, and see deep inside her cleavage. Side of his front was pressing against her back. He looked at Sumis cleavage hungrily.
From the distance I signaled her with my eyes. She understood what the man is trying to see. Instantly her face was rosy. But she did not move; letting me see the guys ogling, his body touching her and I was getting exited.
The guy looked bold. Proficient hunter?
To be continued.......
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