Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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As she made her way back to the living room, she continued to think
about the consequences of the actions she was about to take. That she
was going to take them, was not a question. However, taking them meant
people would see her differently, and there was a chance her husband
could find out. Did that bother her? She didn't think it would. As she
sat on the couch, she decided she would forgo the morning walk in
favor of some deep soul searching. She came to realize she cared more
about her kids than she did for her husband. In fact, there was no
love between the two anymore. And if she really wanted, she could
manipulate Ram into making sure Desh would not be home for months at a
time. That had to be the best course of action, in her mind. If Desh
was not around, he could not find out. If he did not find out, there
would be no bad consequences of her actions, and she would be safe.
She could deal with the neighborhood. Sam, Salman and Salman's father
would ensure that others did not squeal on her.

That took care of the "noise" as she saw it. Now to the more important
part. Did she want Deen to know that she knew about his diary? The
answer to that question was a little more unclear. If she told Deen,
but he got embarrassed and withdrew, she would end up losing a son. If
however, he did not, then it could blossom into a very beautiful
relationship. The more she thought about it, the more confused she
got. Finally as the sun was rising and the first rays hit her face, a
third alternative came to her. If she did not tell Deen but continued
to read his diary to get suggestions, there was a chance their
relationship could progress, and she could perhaps help her son mature
in many other ways as well. "He likes to watch", she said to herself.
This meant he had to be given plenty of opportunities to watch her
getting fucked. She did not yet know if he had seen her with others,
but it hardly mattered at this point. She would have to make sure she
gave Deen as many opportunities to watch her in action as possible,
while Binu had to be filtered from such events. He would probably not
understand at this point.

Which brought her to the more interesting activity. Which saree to
choose for turning into a blouse and petticoat? It could not be a
thick saree, since it gave her the feeling of an underwear, which she
hated. It had to be one of the flimsy, thin and very sheer sarees,
that would give her access to finger her pussy at any time. She knew
exactly which sarees to choose for this. She had a few that had gotten
very flimsy over the years and would serve the purpose very well. They
were light in color, had no print on them and would provide an
unrestricted view to her boobs and pussy. She would have to ask Binu
to go and fetch Abdul as soon as possible. Life was about to get a lot
more interesting, that's for sure!!

Later that morning...

Manya waited with a lot of anticipation, for the arrival of Abdul. The
morning was perhaps the most sexually charged in days. She was sure
Deen had masturbated into the blouse she was now wearing, and Binu had
mauled her boobs right in front of his brother during breakfast. But
it was even before that, that she dropped all pretense. When she went
to pick up milk in the morning, she dropped right to her knees and
turned around spreading her legs for the milkman. He fucked her with
wild abandon while Deen watched her from his room, beating away his
cock furiously. The milkman gave way to the paper delivery boy who
gave way to the grocer, who not only fucked the cheating wife, but
proceeded to slap her with his cock before fucking her again. All four
times, she was fucked doggy style, like a true bitch in heat.

Deen watched in amazement at Manya's activities in the morning, and
was thrilled to see his mother finally begin to embrace her true
nature. His cock was hurting from the number of times he had cum, but
it failed to become soft. As soon as Manya went to the bedroom to lay
down and rest, he rushed to get the blouse she had discarded in the
living room and mopped the floor with it, drenching it in the cum he
had discharged all over his bedroom floor. He watched with amazement
then, as she wore that blouse all through breakfast, while Binu
squeezed, crushed and pinched her breasts all breakfast without any
hesitation. He was certain she came atleast twice during breakfast.

"God, what a whore", he said to himself.

Redesigning her clothes

The highlight of the day for Manya was the arrival of Abdul. She had
selected 2 white sarees, very very light and very sheer, one light
blue, one light green and light pink. She believed each would produce
atleast 2 blouses, and 2 petticoats. Her first directive to Abdul, was
that she wanted atleast one blouse and petticoat ready by the evening.
He said it would be a challenge, but he could get it done for double
the price of a regular set. Money was not an object for her, and she
agreed to the price immediately. Then came the design.

The petticoat was easy, and Abdul understood right away what she
needed. A regular petticoat, made from the saree. The blouse however,
was simply out of the world. The design was a sleeveless blouse with
the front a bikini design. The back of the blouse was where a knot
would be tied to complete the ensemble. In addition, the blouse would
be made for a size or two too small, making the fabric stretch even
more across her massive mammaries guaranteed to make her nipples stick
out obscenely. With that blouse, she knew she would be inviting
trouble, but that is what she wanted.