Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

[Givemeextra]

'Come on, back to the car,' Sudhir said, and led her into the mall. 

The breeze lifted the back of the saree, but they didn't bother to adjust it, from wanting to get back to safety. They hurried hand in hand back to the car. Sudhir pulled out into the traffic to join the flow. They were quiet for a full five minutes.

'Oh! My God!' Mohini groaned.

'That was really something,' Sudhir said. 

'It was more than we expected! My pallu almost flew away, did you see it?' she loudly spoke. 

'I was right there, looking after you,' he reassured her.

'I was practically naked, on a street corner, like a hooker,' she laughed.

'Did those men look at my ass?' she demanded to know.

'Sure. The men behind you stopped to stare,' he said.

'Damn! I couldn't see anyone at all. I was so blinkered, scared of seeing them,' she continued to speak too loudly.

'A couple of men were so intent on watching you, they collided together,' he said.

'Really? Were they looking at my ass, or tits?' she lewdly spoke. 

Sudhir was surprised to hear her talking like this, especially about her own body. 

She opened her mouth to mention the businessman that grabbed her, only to flap it firmly shut. There was no way she could tell her husband a stranger nearly took her away, and that she was in such a state, she almost went. She'd been so stoked up, she was ready for it, even with a stranger. Especially a handsome hunk, who demanded her attention. 

Oh! God! She had been so weak and vulnerable, he could have led her away like a lamb to the slaughter. She would have been putty in his hands, ready to do whatever he wanted. She looked away from her husband, desperate for it not to show.

'I'm so hot, I need you, now!' she quietly said.

Sudhir didn't need telling twice. He was rock hard from her public exhibition. Without thinking about it he swung into a multi-storey parking lot. The tyres squealed on the smooth concrete as he drove too fast up the ramps, into tight turns. A dark corner was found.

As he was driving she tugged down her petticoat and saree, and pushed a hand up the petticoat. She clamped the hand between her legs and squeezed. With a free hand she grabbed his cock, to pull upon it. It was a bit too rough and demanding, but he got the urgent message. 

The exhibitionist game had worked. She was as hot as a furnace, ready to overheat and boil over if he didn't quench her flame, right now. There was no need to pull the saree off, but she did, as they pulled to a stop. 

'In the back seat,' he panted.

She couldn't speak. Never mind having nothing on except a blouse, she bailed out, and slipped onto the back seat. He did like ways, almost as quick and desperate as she was. 

She clambered onto his lap, facing him. She had to spread her legs wide to get in position, and push down upon his cock. He hardly had to do anything. She thrashed around, trying to get all of him. Her legs were almost out sideways, enabling her to push heavily upon his rock hard cock. When their flesh thumped together, she was satisfied, and concentrated on pushing up and down upon his chest with both hands. 

Rising up, then lowering herself down his cock, she used her weight to push him deep up inside. He grabbed hold of her, stopping her ride. She felt his rigidness jerk, and twitch. His orgasm set her off. She threw her head back to moan fitfully.

She couldn't move. She was stuck on the end of his cock, with the threat of cramp holding her still. She tried to relax. He pulled her head down, to kiss her lips. They were a luscious rosebud shape, that he thought would look perfect sucking on his dick. 

This time she looked around, to ensure no one would see her naked body creeping around the car. She climbed into the front seat, looking for the saree. 

'Wait! I can't go like this,' she complained.

'Of course not, you haven't got your seat belt on,' he teased. 

She covered her breasts, and squeezed her thighs together. Only wearing a blouse brought home how insubstantial it was. Her nipples showed over the top of the skimpy. Her panties and saree had been hidden, and he wasn't telling.

They pulled up at the exit booth, with Mohini staring straight ahead, in a wishful attempt not to be there. Sudhir searched for a ticket, while the old man looked bored. His eyes lit up on noticing the wife. He stared, too old to care if he was noticed and rebuked. It was she who was wrong, flaunting herself in public. Not that he was complaining.

The ticket collector glanced at the pretty woman with a large pair of breasts, and a nice figure, from what he could see. A mirror above the booth window was used to watch cars approach. He reached up to angle it into the car. He could see that she wasn't wearing panties! It had been some days since getting hard, maybe even a couple of weeks, but this certainly worked.

He was still looking for the ticket while the old guy ogled her naked body. A car horn beeped behind them, adding to her anxiousness. A couple were walking back to their car loaded with shopping. They would pass close by, which Mohini thought was dangerous.

'Hurry up can't you?' she implored of her husband.

'It must be in my jacket over the back,' he shrugged.

In a fit of urgency she turned around and leaned between the seats. She leaned a bit further, relieved not to be showing her ass off to the approaching couple. The old guy saw the lot. Her legs parted for him to see her shaved crotch. 
When they pulled away he had a big satisfied grin on his face. She wondered if he had cum in his pants. Was that a compliment, or a sorry comment on her flashing him. The couple hadn't notice her at all, as they were too busy arguing over the shopping they were carrying. 

'You can't blame me for that. You were the one who stripped off,' he playfully scolded her.

'OK, ok. Let's just get home shall we. I'm not letting you off though. I'm dragging you off to bed, unless we don't make it that far. So, be prepared,' she warned.