Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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'Wow! Is this my birthday present, guys?' Richie exclaimed.

'I didn't organise a stripper,' Bobby said.

'She's a whore, left here by a customer,' Brendan said, trying to sound knowing.

Mohini jumped up and tried to force a way between them, like a football player. She didn't have the weight, though plenty of incentive. She felt their hands exploring her body, and it nearly pushed her over the edge. They were randy young men and could change from light heartedness, to being demanding in an instant.

'Please let me through. I lost my dress. I'm a decent woman, please,' she incoherently wailed.

'You look like a whore. Why aren't you wearing panties, and how did you lose your dress?' Brendan demanded.

His friends were mauling the naked woman, with a look of pleasure on their faces. It was as though a centrefold had stepped out of a magazine, to appear amongst them.

'It was a bet, I lost,' she conjured up an explanation from somewhere.

'Please, let me through,' she pleaded.

She was pleased they had the decency to part, and let her go. Not caring if anyone else saw her, she ran a direct route to her husband, and safety. The engine was running when she jumped in. While fastening the seat belt, they were away and soon turning out of the parking lot for home.

'What happened?' Sudhir asked.

With a thumping heart and breathing heavily, she thought over what did just happen. When she moved between them the six men closed in. She was an attractive naked woman, among a group of randy young men. What could she say in defence if they whisked her away somewhere. 

They could have dragged her into the back of their van, to have their wicked way with her. One by one they could have taken her. Subdued by the experience, they might have decided to keep her for awhile. She imagined being taken by each of them in turn, and when the last one finished, it would start all over again. She would be continuously fucked by virile youths, over and over again.

'I got caught!' she nervously laughed.

'Did they say anything?' he asked.

'Something about being a stripper, then one of them pointed out I was already naked, and didn't have clothes. He thought I was a whore, dumped by a punter,' she said.

'Hey, you OK? Look at me, come on honey, snap out of it, you're safe now,' he encouraged, with a soothing sound to his voice. 

Taking a quick look at her, he realised she wasn't shaking with fear, it was arousal. Damn! He'd created a monster! She was beginning to enjoy close encounters, and that was dangerous. He would have to be careful with her from now on. He didn't mind guys glimpsing her beautiful body, but touching her would be going too far. She was his wife, and it was up to him to take her home for touching. 

She didn't dare tell him she had been fondled in the car park. They hadn't invaded her, but it could have got out of hand.

Of a sudden she pushed her head under the steering wheel into his lap, and nuzzled his cock through the jeans. The smell of his throbbing cock wasn't enough. She unzipped him, pulled it out, and sucked it down her throat. She'd practised deep-throat as a surprise, and it certainly was now. 

After a quick flick of the wheel the car was back in the right lane. He forced his eyes to the road, looking for a turn off. A small dirt track appeared and he took it. Slamming on the brakes fishtailed the car, though they came to a halt before any damage came of it. He pushed the seat back, and watched her enjoy herself. She choked once or twice, but got the hang of it. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock in a most delightful rhythm.

Mohini fantasised she was in the back of a van, unable to see where they were going. A guy grabbed her hair to pull her face over his cock. Not wanting to be slapped again, she opened up, letting him shove her lips over his cock. There had been no introductions, as they thought she was a whore, ready to be used.

They were shouting and arguing over who would be next. One of them wanted her ass, rather than her sloppy cunt, after they had all cum into it. The vile remarks were putting her in her place, as a cheap whore, and working her up into a feverish state. They wanted her in every way possible, and intended to use the whore thoroughly. They wanted their money's worth.

She felt her husband cum, and let it dribble down her throat. Needing to come up for air, she did so, and felt spurts of cum stick to her face, and hair. She imagined it was strangers cum, washing her face, and messing her hair. She was a worthless whore, being well used by rampant young guys. Her pussy and mouth were both being used at once, and she was being filled with cum.

'Let's get home, quickly!' she urgently insisted.

She continued to suck on her husband's cock, imagining having to satisfy six randy males.

A truck driver pulled up next to them and did a double take. Looking down into the car, he saw a naked woman giving some lucky guy a blow job. He was about to sound off, then decided not to spoil things for one lucky bastard. It might be his turn someday. 

He admired her long hair, bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. Her naked ass was pointing at him, rising up and down, showing how much she was putting into the job. He sat there, admiring a slim waist and large breasts. Her ass was so good, it was a work of art.

Someone behind them blew their horn, and he saw the lucky guy's eyes flicker open. They both moved off with the car naturally accelerating ahead. He had a big smile on his face, treasuring the image for as long as possible. 



Reaching home they drove straight into the garage, almost scbanging the car roof on the slowly opening door. 

Mohini struggled into the dress, and grabbed her husband's hand. 

'Take me to the lounge, and fuck me,' Mohini breathlessly said.

Once there she panted, 'I'm your whore. You've paid for me, and can do anything you want. Rip the damn dress off!' 

He wasn't as excited as she was, but that would soon be fixed. He guessed what she wanted, and roughly pulled the dress and bra off her body, leaving it naked. He pushed her down onto the sofa forcing her legs apart, and they rolled onto the floor. He pushed her legs apart, and kept them apart with his knees.

'Please, you can't, I'm a married woman. I can't take you all, you'll ruin me,' she whimpered.

He playfully slapped her face, and growled, 'You're a tease and a slut. You'll do for our pleasure, all of us,' he ad-libbed. 

'Oh! Yes!' Mohini screeched, on feeling a cock enter her.

They both quickly reached an orgasm. Mohini made her way down his body to breathe new life into him, and eventually succeeded. She was unaware of pleading with him not to take her mouth, or any of the dirty talk.

He guessed it was all to do with some fantasy, either connected with their adventure that afternoon, or a novel. He played along, not wanting to spoil her pleasure. 

Mohini shook off the fantasy and turned to see if Sudhir had guessed what happened to her when they got home. While they were making love, she had said things in the heat of the moment. She just hoped it didn't reveal the fantasy she was living through, while he made love to her.