Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 3

Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she
rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her
still hot body. She soaped herself generously,
lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked,
caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a
flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again.
Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom.
She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was
almost as if she were caressing herself with her own
hands.She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous
body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to
dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her
hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her
wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her
eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a
sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her
hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and
petticoat.She hated the weight and pressure of
undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded
them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her
supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious
hips and asscheeks.Not wearing a petticoat beneath a
semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her
lower treasures and fleshy thighs.But she didn't care.
She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without
underclothes and she had the whole day right upto her
husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was
comfortable without undergarments in their presence
and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case
there were no obvious signs of embarasment on their
faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in
see through sarees without a hint of underclothes.
Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her
with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a
petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The
full attire was for their father, a fact which they
came to realise rather early. The idea made them feel
good and cosy about their sexy mother. They loved her
a lot more for the extra comfort level she seemed to
share with them. It made them feel special - and horny
too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as
yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and
blouse. It technically covered her whole body but
revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect.
Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer
garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and
threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she
even bent forward a little more than needed.The
blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was
so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on
show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the
blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full
boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked.From
the base of her breasts to maybe an inch above her
bush was a completely revealed territory of
supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was
her fleshy yet sexy midriff and the horny housewife
was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked
with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on earth.
When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed
bush offerred themselves to view in tantalising peeks.
Taking the rear view, the saree dipped right down to
the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily
dbang itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass,
asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front
of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife
and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body
screamed for a fucking.
The beginnings of restlessness crept into her lush
body and Manya launched into her customary mound
caress.She would finger herself after bath for about a
few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now,
while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the
doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and
saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three
days to deliver vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from
the couch, hand still on her crotch and moved to open
the door.She kept her hand on her mound in a partial
caress and retained it all the way upto the door,
reluctant to give up the warm moistness which had
begun to engulf her loins and also form a small wet
patch on her sheer saree