Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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Returning to the mall the next day, Mohini was thinking of that nice guy she met in his car. Of course that wasn't the point of their visit. It was her husband she wanted to excite, which would result in her own delight. They had never had so much sex, especially during the week. The house and garden were being neglected, while they played silly games. She laughed to herself, thinking there would be plenty of time to catch up on mundane chores.

Sudhir was singing to himself as they pulled into a parking lot, and drove into a slot close to the mall entrance. His wife had agreed to buy a hot and skimpy blouse, for a walk around the stores. He sat on a bench outside, leaving it to her. She'd become far more adventurous after experiencing the thrill of exposure. It turned out she was an exhibitionist after all.

She walked out the store wearing a saree and a skimpy sleeveless and backless blouse with the saree tucked in well below her navel and just above her clit.. His eyes were glued onto her, swishing around her breasts which was covered by the skimpy blouse and with the erect nipples visible, he understood that she wasnt wearing a bra for sure.. A grin spread across his face. 

She looked around, noticing only her husband in this offshoot of the mall.. Looking up at him, showing off her navel and cleavage, she saw his grin turn to longing. He had that peculiar expression of lust on his face. It was fun that she could do that to him so easily.

Turning on a high heel to start on their adventure, she saw an old man had joined the audience. Her face turned red, and she quickly marched away with head down. Click clacking on high heels into the main hall, she turned to make sure Sudhir was behind her. The light cotton saree swished around her milky body. The shiny black heels gave an extra length to a pair of long, sleek legs. The sheer blouse gave her breasts an enticing sheen.

Mohini discreetly adjusted the pallu to reveal more cleavage, and lowered the saree even more below the navel, then joined the early morning shoppers.

Sudhir hadn't noticed the backless nature of the blouse, while being so intent on what was under the blouse. Others were certainly interested as they walked toward her. When she stopped to look in a storefront, he could see her profile. The blouse was nearly sheer under the bright lights, and cunningly held the breasts up in a deep cleavage. The low cut showed plenty of cleavage. 

An impulse to drag her off somewhere for sex, washed over him, and men walking by had similar thoughts. A couple of grinning painters winked at him as they passed, sharing the same idea, that she was one hot woman ready to be pounded. He followed, watching men's reactions, and liked it. From another exit they walked out onto a busy street, the business section of town.

Mohini walked out onto a crowded street feeling nervous. It was sexual excitement, as well as a touch of fear. She adjusted the pallu, and walked toward the corner, with a small bag under her arm. It was difficult resisting an urge to turn her head, to check her husband was following.



The street was busy with traffic, and with office workers walking to and from lunch. The tall office buildings provided the key to their game. Sudhir had seen the potential when renewing the car insurance a couple of weeks ago.



It wasn't too late to turn back. A combination of needing to meet the challenging dare, with a touch of sexual excitement, carried her toward the corner building. Practising in the shiny black, high heels, was paying off, though she did wobble a little. 



At the corner of the intersection she hesitated, as though unsure of the way. A moment later the wind blew, exactly as her husband had explained it would. The tall buildings created a twisting vortex of breezes, gusting hard round the corner.



The pallu was the first to sway, so naturally enough both hands went to secure it. At the same time the base of the saree blew up around her knees. She dare not look at the men around her, otherwise she might have run away in fright. She exclaimed a meaningless sound, as one does when surprised.



For a split second she wished she hadn't worn any blouse. One hand went down to the pallu, in a feeble attempt to bring it under control. The purse dropped from under an arm, so she had to bend over to pick it up. The back of the blouse was waiting to give away as she was bending to pick up the purse. The saree which was tucked right above her clit also came down and revealed the cracks of her ass.



An image of what men behind her could see of her bottom, flashed through her mind. The decent white panties were a couple of sizes too small, and were pulled up tight between her cheeks. The perfect peachy shape, with a deep cleft between the rounded cheeks, was to be proud of.



Sudhir avoided saying she had a voluptuous figure, as the remark was interpreted as being negative. At thirty-eight she was lucky to have a toned body without working out, or dieting. Her husband admired her alluring, sexy figure. 



Grabbing the bag, meant she didn't have a spare hand to pull the saree down. Struggling to pull it into place, meant dropping it again, with another bend to pluck it from the ground. All while keeping a hand firmly on the pallu. 



Thinking it was her husband, she let a pair of strong arms grab her around the waist. He guided her closer to the building, and held the pallu across her shoulder. 



'Oh! Thank you,' she breathed out a sigh of relief. 



'My pleasure,' the handsome stranger smiled. 



She stood balancing on high heels, breathing heavily from the shock of a strangers hands holding her. She realised one hand was caught up in the saree, gripping a bare hip. He was standing very close, smiling down at her. He was big and strong, with an overwhelming presence. Despite the high heels she felt tiny and delicate.



The naughty exposure of her body, and his closeness, added to an already high state of arousal. 



'Thank you. You can let me go now,' she coyly spoke. 



'Are you sure?' he asked. 'You might fly away in this breeze,' he laughed.



His smile of wry amusement had her captivated. His steel blue eyes held her gaze, preventing her from looking away. At her back was a stone wall of the building, and with him close before her, she was trapped. Her whole body trembled from the excitement, and her legs felt weak. His strong hands held her steady. 


A feeble hand smoothed down the saree, meaning for him to remove his hand from her bare hip. Unintentionally she'd guided his hand lower, over her belly button. They were in a small circle of their own, unobserved, with people walking by.