Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 15

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate
release she had just experienced. She heard another
ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came
to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had
organized a get together on the terrace of their
neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were
expected, from the families of all friends. A few
games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya
agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before
leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her
present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi,
with the possibility of further drenching, she decided
to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be
similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself
for just a second in the mirror and saw that her
clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy
curves and made her look rather provocative. She
quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that
just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering.
Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless
shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son
towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were
two other families and then there was Salman. Manya
met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze
too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace,
everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone
wet out there since most of them had come prepared for
a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and
thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya
was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that
she came without her husband did not help matters.
Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of
Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own
son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a
circle and one person would run around with a
handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief
behind any person's back and that one had to discover
it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped
it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first
and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy
back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking
it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her
big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse,
bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet
saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily
with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion,
Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all
time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took
three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old
man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy
Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen
gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so
and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around
and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was
almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again
dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and
began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body
bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all.
It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping
target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in
motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She
was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he
suggested they play a different game called
punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief
and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her
and something twitched between Manya's wet loins
again.

In this game the youngest member had to pick a name
from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with
a punishment decided by the youngest member again.
Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to
everyone' surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He
looked at his Mom and read out the selected
punishment. "Make snacks for all fifty people in half
an hour. Select one person to help you." Flummoxed,
Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to
pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but
she decided he was not quick enough to help her in
this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her
direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his
direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple
to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for
sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to
enter the basement and it would mean a foul with
further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry
and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the
basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw
his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift
alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right
down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom
for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman place
his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the
elevator door, as if ushering her in.

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's
hands grab her breasts through the braless blouse.
Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them,
much in the same way she experienced in the morning.
Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to
kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman," she hissed.

"Mrs. M, don't stop me. I have been dying to pleasure
your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will
love it, I assure you".

"We don't have time Salman. Snacks have to be made",
she protested. her protest was meek because his
squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already
started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip
began and her protests thereafter were merely
symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the
basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and
he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards
the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul
there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up
the local restaurant owned by his own family and
ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches
within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the
phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in
petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze
with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny
housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the
basement floor in one quick motion, raising her
petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast
while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was
aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She
spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and
flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass
to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this
morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game
and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours
and shook her ass at him as if to express her
gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who
already had his dick out, positioned himself behind
the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like
there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the
situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps
initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy
assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting
louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed
into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the
neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted
to bury their dicks into this lusty woman's pussy and
he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands
reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon
like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in
the morning but here, he was making up with a
vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a
rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's
head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy
hips and full breasts got the 'real man treatment'
from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every
thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang
to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman
rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly
aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy. "Bitch, take
it, " he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all
over her ass and inside her heated love nest