Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 4

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge
in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood.Her
mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to
her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain
inner discordance, especially between her thighs,
where a tiny ooze had just about begun.Caressing
herself, she half opened the door and peered out to
ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her
head out of the door, her hand still playing with her
pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer
announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables
were fresh and she may like to take a look and decide.
Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at
the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with
her pussy behind the door. With one final thrust, she
withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the
most and threw the door wide open.The grocer, a stocky
man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her
dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya
coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind
worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the
delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his
frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had
encountered many a horny housewife in all his house
sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy
when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen
Manya in various careless states of dressing but
somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was
more like she was teasing people rather than inviting
them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to
be a pricktease indefinitely and his prick was bound
to have its day. Her appearance told him that today
could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't
have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent,
showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those
glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay
before him like a feast, with her belly button calling
attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself
the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving
her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view.
With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be
pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need,
quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy
vegetables and this made the top half of her saree
drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear
vision of her perked up nipples.She didn't realise
that her saree had dropped and continued with her
genuine task of grocery picking from his basket.The
grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his
cock threatened to tear out of the fabric it was
stretching around his crotch.His strong hands felt a
rush of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was
decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked
forward to visiting her house more to experience the
surprises she held for him in the form of her dress
code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen
before.Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, bush
- every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly
visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian
dancers did wear transparent bottoms but atleast they
wore panties.Here a middle aged housewife was treating
him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt
of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery
basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs
suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel
all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality
oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer
moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was
like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled,
gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for
this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts
gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if
to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. he held the
bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of
vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and
in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her
shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalisingly at
her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed
she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a
sudden blush but there was no way she could cover
herself up since both her hands were occupied. She
looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning
passion. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a
warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to
further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They
flowed and flowed without a break. The control
mechanisms which she normally applied broke down
thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong
gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her
exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch
did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and
reassuring. It was also the grip of a testerone rich
male which sent her feminine defences crashing down.
When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete
the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would.
The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards
himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent
breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty
hips encountered raw heat and he realised that this
juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob
as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and
turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into
hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer
garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever
there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her.
Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot
hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still
in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he
pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her
plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her
rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya
got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of
restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping
at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted
on their own accord and he reached down to carry his
squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her
seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated
lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and
fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all
fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass
quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and
pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer
had already removed his trousers and brought out his
steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much
anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast
one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman
before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch
in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was
going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nest,
her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome.
Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He
began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual
motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder
strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust
harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't
even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but
hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending
the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The
pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer
novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of
them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught
on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She
looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was
letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed
cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing
but cock till he spurted his semen in several long
spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and
ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the
under utilised wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her
hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers
before she could turn around. Her still convulsing
body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and
she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first
glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to
see that he had already put his woman pleaser away.
There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't
even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later", said the grocer as he
walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor,
still in a half crawling posture. She was still in
heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well
gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her
mind was well relaxed. Her breasts however still ached
for a caress nd that ache got transferred again to her
pussy. A mild heating began within her loins and this
surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite,
she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse
on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her
saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether
to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky
and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy
lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her
fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped
a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her
nose. "Hmmmmm", she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly
the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the
untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree
over her ravaged hips. it was a relatively slower
process since she did not have the benefit of a
petticoat.

"Who's this"? she called out.

"It's me Mom" came her son Deen's voice