25-06-2021, 08:05 AM
As purva entered the house, she was initially happy that unlike yesterday, Hussain wasn't present. Yesterday, she had jumped out of her silly skirt and bra immediately as she entered the house in the anticipation of getting fucked by her husband, much to the delight of both Hussain and Mushtaq and much to the embarrassment of purva. However, she realised that Mushtaq was in the toilet. purva got inside the house and got herself naked and then called out from outside to Mushtaq. "Mushtaq ji, aap naha rahe ho kya?"
"Haan randi, tum aa gayi ho?", shouted Musthaq from inside the bathroom.
"Haan Mushtaq ji...abhi kyun naha rahe ho aap?", she asked him.
"Arre woh, Sarpanch saheb se call aaya hai...unhone bola ki tumare aate hi apan dono Fakir chowk pahunch jaye tumhare dance master aur unke laundon se milne...iss liye main naha rha hu...jaldi hi nikalna hoga humko", said Mushtaq.
purva was of course upset that she and her husband could not at least have their kinky ritual that they both immensely loved.
"Par Mushtaq ji, doodh do pi lijiye na?", she asked hoping to get a positive response from her hubby.
"Arre randi, mera bhi utna hi mann kar rha hai jitna tera kar rha hai...par abhi late nhi karna chahta...wapas aate hi main tera doodh pi lunga...abhi tu jaldi brush kar le...aur tera skirt aur bra k saath upar burkha bhi pehn lena...kyun ki abhi bohot aurat honge sadak pe", said Mushtaq.
purva still badly missed their ritual, but she couldn't help it. Of course they were going to have it later, but now she wished her hubby used her body given how wet her vagina was. Nevertheless, she had to comply with her husband.
"Thik h ji", she shouted from outside the toilet.
As Mushtaq finished his bath, purva ironed his clothes still nude, that Mushtaq had put on the bed for her to iron. She then wore back the other pair of skirt and bra that were slightly less revealing than the one she had worn to deliver milk. She had no idea where Fakir chowk was located, but Mushtaq had asked her to dress in a conservative manner. Of course the current dress wasn't holding back much of purva's sexy body, but then she didn't have any other costume with her anyway. She then wore the burkha over her cheap skirt and bra although given how transparent it was, it really did not make much of a difference.
Once Mushtaq came out of the bath, he looked at purva.
"Sahi hai randi...thoda makeup toh daal hi de jaldi, jab tak main apna kadpe pehn lu", he said to her.
"Thik h Mushtaq ji", said purva.
Of course, purva knew how her husband wanted her to look. Not requiring further confirmation from her husband and assuming that her husband wanted her to chose the colors of her makeup, that he usually did, she proceeded to sluttify herself.
She gave it a quick thought for about 10 seconds, deciding on the color combination that would make her look like a cheap dollish slut, that Mushtaq immensely loved. She wished that her choice would impress her husband to the maximum. So she took out a dark blue shade kajal and applied it beneath her eyes. Next she took out the green lipstick and applied it heavily on her lips just how her husband loved it on her, all the while knowing that Mushtaq was lusting at her from behind seeing her apply her whore makeup.
Next she rubbed the cheap fairness cream that was also gifted to her on her marriage on her face, making her acquire a cheap fair whitish complexion on her pretty slut face.
After a few more touchups here and there, she finally turned around to her husband. With a slutty feminine posture, she put her hands on her waists and swayed to her right side. "Kaise lag rhi hu Mushtaq ji?".
Mushtaq ji came forward and playfully slapped on both her face cheeks. "Ek dum mere raand jaise lag rhi hai". Saying so he grabbed her tits over her burkha.
purva loved how Mushtaq conveyed his lust to her. "Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi aise na karo...waise hi main bohot garam ho rhi hu", she said playfully.
"Haha, sorry meri raand...main bhi tera badan se mazee lena chahta hu, par abhi hum nhi gaye toh Sarpanch saheb naaraz ho jayenge...aane k baad pakka tera bhosda ka chudai karunga main", he said to his wife as he grabbed her by her waist.
"Thik h Mushtaq ji...ab chalte hai hum".
The couple then set off on Mushtaq's cycle to Fakir chowk to meet purva's newest acquaintances. purva was of course in a constant state of arousal from all the things happening to her. Now, she was going to meet the guys who would assist her in her raandnaach, the nude shameless stage dance that she was going to do infront of one and all. It was indeed something really perverted, weird and kinky all at the same time for her. She could not believe she was enjoying all of this as much as she actually was. But, of course, she had no regrets. She was loving this life.
"Haan randi, tum aa gayi ho?", shouted Musthaq from inside the bathroom.
"Haan Mushtaq ji...abhi kyun naha rahe ho aap?", she asked him.
"Arre woh, Sarpanch saheb se call aaya hai...unhone bola ki tumare aate hi apan dono Fakir chowk pahunch jaye tumhare dance master aur unke laundon se milne...iss liye main naha rha hu...jaldi hi nikalna hoga humko", said Mushtaq.
purva was of course upset that she and her husband could not at least have their kinky ritual that they both immensely loved.
"Par Mushtaq ji, doodh do pi lijiye na?", she asked hoping to get a positive response from her hubby.
"Arre randi, mera bhi utna hi mann kar rha hai jitna tera kar rha hai...par abhi late nhi karna chahta...wapas aate hi main tera doodh pi lunga...abhi tu jaldi brush kar le...aur tera skirt aur bra k saath upar burkha bhi pehn lena...kyun ki abhi bohot aurat honge sadak pe", said Mushtaq.
purva still badly missed their ritual, but she couldn't help it. Of course they were going to have it later, but now she wished her hubby used her body given how wet her vagina was. Nevertheless, she had to comply with her husband.
"Thik h ji", she shouted from outside the toilet.
As Mushtaq finished his bath, purva ironed his clothes still nude, that Mushtaq had put on the bed for her to iron. She then wore back the other pair of skirt and bra that were slightly less revealing than the one she had worn to deliver milk. She had no idea where Fakir chowk was located, but Mushtaq had asked her to dress in a conservative manner. Of course the current dress wasn't holding back much of purva's sexy body, but then she didn't have any other costume with her anyway. She then wore the burkha over her cheap skirt and bra although given how transparent it was, it really did not make much of a difference.
Once Mushtaq came out of the bath, he looked at purva.
"Sahi hai randi...thoda makeup toh daal hi de jaldi, jab tak main apna kadpe pehn lu", he said to her.
"Thik h Mushtaq ji", said purva.
Of course, purva knew how her husband wanted her to look. Not requiring further confirmation from her husband and assuming that her husband wanted her to chose the colors of her makeup, that he usually did, she proceeded to sluttify herself.
She gave it a quick thought for about 10 seconds, deciding on the color combination that would make her look like a cheap dollish slut, that Mushtaq immensely loved. She wished that her choice would impress her husband to the maximum. So she took out a dark blue shade kajal and applied it beneath her eyes. Next she took out the green lipstick and applied it heavily on her lips just how her husband loved it on her, all the while knowing that Mushtaq was lusting at her from behind seeing her apply her whore makeup.
Next she rubbed the cheap fairness cream that was also gifted to her on her marriage on her face, making her acquire a cheap fair whitish complexion on her pretty slut face.
After a few more touchups here and there, she finally turned around to her husband. With a slutty feminine posture, she put her hands on her waists and swayed to her right side. "Kaise lag rhi hu Mushtaq ji?".
Mushtaq ji came forward and playfully slapped on both her face cheeks. "Ek dum mere raand jaise lag rhi hai". Saying so he grabbed her tits over her burkha.
purva loved how Mushtaq conveyed his lust to her. "Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi aise na karo...waise hi main bohot garam ho rhi hu", she said playfully.
"Haha, sorry meri raand...main bhi tera badan se mazee lena chahta hu, par abhi hum nhi gaye toh Sarpanch saheb naaraz ho jayenge...aane k baad pakka tera bhosda ka chudai karunga main", he said to his wife as he grabbed her by her waist.
"Thik h Mushtaq ji...ab chalte hai hum".
The couple then set off on Mushtaq's cycle to Fakir chowk to meet purva's newest acquaintances. purva was of course in a constant state of arousal from all the things happening to her. Now, she was going to meet the guys who would assist her in her raandnaach, the nude shameless stage dance that she was going to do infront of one and all. It was indeed something really perverted, weird and kinky all at the same time for her. She could not believe she was enjoying all of this as much as she actually was. But, of course, she had no regrets. She was loving this life.
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