Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

[Givemeextra]

Sudhir saw his wife's pallu blow away and was spellbound when she bent over. The wondrous shape of her bottom was revealed in bottom hugging panties and her ass crack was visible to the hundreds of businessmen. Businessmen slowed their pace to take in the mishap. A couple of them stopped right behind her, nudging each other, looking as though they might applaud the show. 

He watched her flustered movements, trying frantically to control her saree, save the pallu, and the purse. Dropping the purse again, meant her bending over, pulling the panties tighter between the cheeks. 

When the pallu blew away again, someone stepped up to her. Most carried on walking to lunch without noticing anything, while others turned their heads for an avid stare. A man almost collided with another, as he gawped at the sight of a near naked woman on the street.

The crowd was at its height when the well dressed man appeared from nowhere, seeming to collide with Mohini. Sudhir lost sight of her. Then he saw the large framed man standing close to the wall of the building. He figured she must be in front of him, pressed between the stranger and the wall. 

With his wife disappearing the show was over, and the pace of the crowd increased, as they resumed the hunger driven, quick march to lunch. Out of the wind the saree must have been brought under control. Sudhir moved closer, intent on discovering what was happening to his wife. The large man completely hid her, though he could see the pallu was now covering her, so she was alright. 

He sighed with relief from not having to intervene. Why she was still there he couldn't understand, so hovered close in case she needed him.

Mohini felt weak from exposing herself, and from the imposing presence of the stranger. His strong voice vibrated her chest, with her nipples tuned in to the deep tone, becoming engorged. He leaned close, pressing her tight. 

He spoke into an ear, 'I'll take you to my office where you can straighten yourself up, and refresh your makeup.' 

The authoritative manner wasn't an offer to be refused. In such a state of shock and arousal, she was unable to think clearly. It seemed he was going to lead her away, while unable to refuse. He would have to support her, for she was still feeling weak and vulnerable.

'I should go. I have an appointment,' she lied.

He slipped a business card into her hand, and squeezed it in a large paw. A sharp intake of breath followed, when his other hand squeezed her. It was so gently nestled between her breasts, she'd hardly been aware of its intimate presence. Besides, she was hardly aware of where she was, or anything else.

He gave her a big bright smile, and said, ' Call me, promise?' he said, making it sound like an order.

His big hand squeezed her navel.

'Yes, I will, honest,' she purred.

He tipped his hat to her, and left, disappearing into the crowd. The feel of his hand upon her navel was still there, pulsing sensations through her body. He left her leaning against the building, feeling faint.