Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 23

Manya wore a black, semi-transparent saree and a light
red blouse. The blouse had very short sleeves and the
outline of her white bra was very clear on her back.
When she turned Manya revealed her long, tapering
waist from the bottom of the small blouse to deep down
at her hips. At the front, her entire fleshy midriff
could be seen since the saree was tied five inches
below her enticing navel. She put white flowers in her
long thick hair to complete the ensemble. Deen, her
son, felt that she looked like any man's dream in that
dress. Arresting, without being obvious and exposed
without being lewd was the way to describe his
luscious mother that night. Leaving Binu behind to do
his homework, the three of them drove to Ram's house.
When they reached the place, Deen held the car door
open for his mother, and as she got out, he sniffed
and inhaled the fragrance of her flowers without her
noticing. He also noted that his Dad had hardly
observed how ravishing his wife looked.

In the party, everyone greeted and congratulated one
another on the contract and there were about twelve
couples in all. Four or five men had come by
themselves. The host Ram himself was alone since his
wife had left the previous night for her hometown. He
looked at Manya welcomingly, his smile always fresh
and cheerful. Manya felt glad that she had come to
this party. She mingled and talked with all the wives
present and was quite clearly the woman of the
evening. None of the women came anywhere near Manya's
full bodied charm and sensuality. Deen noticed that
many men were stealing glances at his mother's belly
whenever the saree shifted aside to reveal it. He also
noted that some stole glances standing behind her just
when her pallu dropped off her shoulder to display her
deep, juicy cleavage in her low cut blouse.

The men got more and more drunk as the evening wore
on, with Manya's husband Desh leading the pack. He
simply gulped his drinks and outpaced everybody else.
His chatter became louder and louder, causing much
embarrassment occasionally to Manya whenever somebody
suggested that she should take him home. Ram was
playing the good host to the hilt, even in the absence
of his wife, checking on the men's drinks and even
passing wine and eats around to the ladies. His
behaviour was in direct contrast to her husband's and
Manya felt genuinely sorry for Ram, who was going
about it alone. She decided to help him out. She
offered to look after the ladies in the room, while he
could attend to the men. Ram looked at her thankfully,
while Manya looked back at him and blushed.

They formed a well synchronized pair out there,
catering with smooth efficiency to the guests. Deen
felt that his beautiful mother looked good alongside
Ram. He saw his father downing yet another drink and
staggering towards Ram for a refill. Ram filled his
glass, requesting him to be careful. Desh bawled out a
cheery reply and staggered back to where he was
seated, much to the amusement of the other guys and
much to Manya's severe embarrassment. However she
continued to cater to the women, giving ample scope
for the guys to view her massive ass, her exposed
waist and several fleeting glimpses of her full tits
whenever she had to bend. It was erotica in slow and
continuous motion. Once when she almost tripped, Ram
was there to hold her by the waist to steady her. His
grip made her go weak in the knees, just as the touch
of her waist flesh sent the first burst of arousal
into Ram. Many women noticed the comfortable body
language between them and whispered amongst
themselves, looking around to see where Desh was.

Desh had just about passed out in his chair and had
started a slight snore. Manya felt ashamed and
embarrassed and looked towards Deen and Ram
frantically. Always the gracious host, Ram offered to
put Desh in his guest bedroom until the guests
finished their dinner. Together, Ram, Manya and Deen
carried the drunken man into the bedroom. Placing him
on the bed, Ram asked Deen to fill a plate with food
so that they can try and feed Desh if possible. The
moment Deen left the room, Manya broke down into
tears, apologising with a sobbing voice for all that
had happened. Ram quickly put his arm around the
distressed, beautiful housewife and consoled her
saying it was be alright.

"Such things happen in a celebration", he reassured
her. His arm was still around her shoulder and he
could smell the lovely fragrance of the flowers in her
hair. Manya regained composure in his strong grip and
looked up to see Ram gazing into her eyes.

"You're a beautiful lady Manya. This guy is lucky".

"I always though your wife was the lucky one", gushed
out Manya holding Ram's arm which was on her shoulder.

Both were speechless for a moment, allowing their
looks to sink in. Ram drew the lovely wife to himself
and kissed her on the cheek. Manya felt a flood within
her. She felt loved and cared for. She felt Ram's
hands move from her shoulders to all over face and
gasped when his fingers grazed her lips. Her gasp
drove Ram into the next level of passion and his hand
found her full and quivering breast. He began a slow
kneading and allowed his other hand to reach down and
cup her generous ass. Both hands felt not only the
beautiful wife's lush endowments but also their dire
need to be loved and ravished. Her saree top came off
in his pursuit and lay on the floor. Her beautiful,
fair body, amply exposed, glittered in stark contrast
to the black saree she was wearing. His pressing
turned to mauling and both of them forgot the
situation. Manya's body was on fire. Ram suddenly
remembered that her son would be back any minute.He
caught the quivering wife of his colleague and lay her
beside her passed out husband. He rushed out of the
room and hailed Deen who was just returning with a
plate of food.

"Deen your dad has to be taken home. Please go and
fetch a cab. He cannot drive.".

"Ok sir, I'll be back soon", said Deen and went out of
the house.

Ram rushed back to the bedroom as if wanting to attend
on Desh. Instead he moved over to a waiting Manya and
dragged her to the bathroom, hissing that her son had
gone to fetch a cab and they had ten minutes. Manya
moaned in absolute arousal at this licentious thrill
that once again surged through her body. She allowed
herself to be literally dragged into the bathroom. She
allowed Ram to bend her head over the wash basin. She
allowed Ram to lift her saree right over her full
asscheeks. She gasped as his hand squeezed her pussy
from behind, as if to test its readiness. She mewled
as she felt her wetness coat his massaging hand. And
she continued making sounds as he took out his
inflamed member and rammed it right into her love
tunnel. The thrusts came hard and fast. The element of
hurry, the fear of getting caught and the knowledge
that her husband was right in the bedroom elevated
Manya's lust to screeching heights. She felt Ram's
hands caressing her boobs through the blouse
throughout his merciless plunder of her adulterous
twat. She felt his cock rotate on and off in a
mindblowing rhythm as if to tease her even in this
lewd posture. She felt herself being used and
ravished. She realised that she was getting fucked in
a toilet for the second time that day and she also
realised that her husband's handsome boss was fucking
her like a bitch in heat with her fullest acceptance.
She kept feeling reamed until she felt his juice hit
her deep inside like a hot geyser. That's when she
orgasmed yet again. But what the horny mother didn't
see was that her son Deen had returned with a cab
quite some time back and was watching with awe from
the keyhole as his father's boss balled the brains out
of his horny, cock hungry mother