Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nirupama stopped in a place brightly illuminated by the sun. She was quite aware that with this light, her saree would get somewhat transparent and Mr Prusti would know she just wore a mini string under her saree and she had dispensed of wearing a bra, today. If Mr Prusti didn't react, he would have to be a monk or a gay... His first reaction was quite revealing : instead of offering his hand for a non committing handshake, he bent down, grabbed her shoulders and planted a big smooch on her cheeks. It wasn't what she had expected, so she took him in her arms and hugged him closely, pressing him against her taut breasts... He wouldn't have missed the opportunity to peek at her boobs. She was standing just inches from him, his face turned toward her superb melons that were swaying whenever she moved as they were totally unsupported under her choli. They didn't sag at all and she knew it increased even more her sex appeal!

Suddenly the varnish broke with no advance notice. Mr Prusti made sure there was no one in the street and he drew her to him. He hugged her much more violently than she had done. Her breasts were squeezed against his virile muscular chest. He caught her left tit with his hand and squeezed it as if he wanted to draw milk out of it. She moaned but didn't try to push him away... That was just what she had wanted! He looked at her and smiled in a conniving way. He had understood she wanted to fuck and so he was! He moved down to her pussy and felt her through her saree. He thanked chance that she was wearing a silk garment, not that thick cotton garment you could find for a handful of rupees! Nirupama giggled and offered him her mouth. Knowing that the street was deserted and her husband was asleep had emboldened her. Normally Indian girls never kiss their mates in public. Even more so with a total stranger!

Nirupama was still nonetheless quite shy : she kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to look at him straight in the eyes... She could see that Mr Prusti's cock was swelling quite nicely, pushing forward his trousers. They went to his car and left. They progressively left the city streets and ventured into the country. Nirupama wondered whether Mr Prusti's sexual appetite had been satisfied by just a rub on the pavement in a small village!
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