Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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Thinking logically while excited was difficult, though an inkling of why she was going along with his games had dawned upon her. She'd probably been an exhibitionist all along, and not realised it. Before reaching the safety of home, arousal swamped her inhibitions during a game. The games were so breathtaking and audacious, her mind was flooded with arousal. He was keeping her off balance and sexed up, while they were out playing the wicked games. On arriving home the sex was fantastic, which was another incentive to play along with what he wanted.

It felt as though she were dancing to his tune, like a mindless puppet. Being controlled meant leaving moral decisions to him, which was dangerous, yet so very exciting. The danger of not knowing how a stranger might react was a part of the thrill. Maybe someone would take advantage while she was stoked up and vulnerable. The thought of being treated like a common whore, surprisingly aroused her. With her husband close by she was relatively safe, though the element of danger when exposed, was still very exciting. The risk factor, a sense of freedom from inhibitions, and being a 'bad girl', were all a part of the thrill. 

Making her exposure look like an accident was exhilarating. Blatantly exposing her breasts to a stranger, so they thought she was a cheap slut, heated her up in a sordid way. It was a big surprise finding that acting like a tramp, turned her on so much. Surely it should have had her running for home, or at least it should have turned her off. Instead, being thought of as a dirty slut, had her panting for more.

Sudhir drove them to the other side of the city, and parked up. Mohini got out of the car awkwardly, and felt the crotch of her panties pulled aside. 



'Come on get a move on,' Sudhir chivvied her along. 



Leaning over the car roof she told him, 'Hold on, my panties need straightening.'



He came around the car frowning, so she decided to make a show of it. The last thing she wanted was to be rushed into something with her pussy bared. The dress was too filmy not to have her naughty bits covered up. The thong bared her cheeks, which was all she felt safe revealing under the diaphanous dress. 



She hiked up the dress and bent over, to show her husband why it was important for him to wait. At least the sight of her panty crotch pulled aside from her lips, held his attention. With a finger hooked around the crotch, a knuckle rubbed her clit, while she looked teasingly over her shoulder at him. She was rewarded when seeing he had a big silly grin on his face. 



A slight movement from one of the cars vied for her attention. Oh! Shit! A guy sitting in his car was staring at her rear view. 



About to drop the curtain on the show, she told herself not to be hasty. Her husband would wonder why she panicked, and look around to find the cause. It would be less embarrassing to pretend not to notice the old guy. Her finger slid over her open wet slit, onward and upward over a sensitised bud. That was the real reason she carried on. She was aroused! The old guy spying on her was exciting, and she didn't want to stop. 



'You're enjoying that far too much. We need to go, before we miss the bus,' Sudhir warned her.



Reluctantly she dropped the hem, and tottered off on high heels behind her husband. She couldn't help glancing at the old guy. He was flogging himself off, and she had inspired him! Another thrill raced through her body. At this rate she would be out of control before they got started.



So they were going on a bus ride again. Yesterday they had a grand adventure, so it would be nice if they could repeat it. This was a different bus route, a different time of day, with a different group of people. So whatever happened today would be a completely new adventure. 



The late afternoon sun slanted across the road, illuminating the light summer dress. Sudhir enjoyed the outline of his wife's body, and enjoyed others staring at her, almost as much. When she turned profile, her bottom and breasts were clearly outlined. She turned straight on, with legs separated, so he could to see the shape of her crotch. Men in the bus queue, and those on the opposite side of the street, were beginning to catch on. They keenly watched his wife's innocent looking movements.



When the bus arrived a sudden draught caused the dress to balloon up, tantalisingly swirling it around her thighs. Not anticipating the gust she tried unsuccessfully to hold the dress down. With the split up the back to her upper thighs, it was more dangerous than just showing off her stocking tops. 



Pushing a way into the bus, she felt the hard bodies of young guys in her way. Not wanting to remain squeezed among them, she looked around for a seat. They were only teenagers, but they were taller and more powerful than her. Being trapped among them left her feeling anxious.



'Is there a seat anywhere?' she asked, while trying to push through them.



'No, the bus is full. Our college is playing away, so we're going to support them,' Deepak informed her.



They were merely eighteen year old kids, so there wouldn't be much fun to be had. They were keenly staring at her, leaving her feeling uncomfortable. 


'Here, I'll make room,' one of them said.