Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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'She's our gang slut. We own her now,' Zakir asserted. 

There was an air of expectancy, each waiting for the other to make a move. Mohini was out of it, unable to help either side make a decision. Her husband wondered if they would let him take her back, and whether he wanted her back after this. 

He let go of her hand, ready to defend himself and his wife. She slowly sank to the floor between them. Her husband couldn't carry her from the bus like this, so what could he do? She watched the guys move in around her. One of them pushed the button to stop the bus, and suddenly he was being pushed out. 

'She's a right slut. The slut will make a great gang fuck,' one of them said, and the others agreed.

Mohini heard all this and trembled with fear. Would they really keep her as their gang slut? She had read what that meant. She would be passed around from one to the other of the gang members. She would have to learn what each of them wanted, and pander to their sexual whims. If she didn't, she would be beaten, or passed on to another gang.

'What are you, girl,' Zakir asked, while pinching a nipple.

Once she recovered from being so aroused, she might be able to reason with them. Until then, she didn't want to be hurt, so she would have to submit. Knowing it was just an excuse, didn't mean she could find the strength to resist them.
ww! I'm your gang slut, sir,' she whimpered.

'You can do better than that, bitch,' he told her.

She had better do better than that, or it might become far worse for her. She wasn't so young as they were used to. So she might be sold to another gang, or into a brothel. At her age it was more likely to be a brothel. Gathering up a reserve of strength, she tried again.

'I'm your sexy bitch, sir!. I promise to please you, and be your sexed up slut, sir. I'll be ready for you all the time, sir,' she pleaded, on hands and knees.

She watched them unzip their jeans, and knew what was expected of her. They must be right, she was a dirty slut, for she wanted them to fuck her, not this.

She was completely unaware of the walk to the car. She murmured agreement about being a gang slut, yelped, and rubbed her breast. She opened her mouth wide, as though yawning. She put a finger in her mouth, and suggestively sucked it. 

'What did you say? You all right?' Sudhir asked. 

The car was illegally parked behind the bus, so they didn't have far to walk. The cold air sobered her, and she automatically adjusted the dress. 

Getting in she felt her panties were soaking wet. Thinking over what happened, it was no wonder she had been sexed up. There were crowds of young people making their way across the road to the football stadium. Before the car was hemmed in, he managed to ease the car through the crowd.

Taking a direct route home, they made it in record time. Sudhir didn't park in the garage, instead he parked out on the street. She looked at him, then realised this was to be a challenge, and a punishment. She had played a game without him, and nearly got caught out. 

She slipped the dress off over her head. Without looking to see if anyone they knew was in the street, she calmly walked to their front door. It was then she realised Sudhir had the key, and was just sitting in the car, smiling at her. Determined to outdo him, she pulled the bra around and unclipped it. She was about to drop it, but instead flung it onto the garage roof. Pulling her panties down, she inexpertly threw them too.

With hands on hips she stood waiting for him to give in. She didn't have to wait long, before he ran across the drive, with a key ready. Nerves made him fumble with the key and drop it.

'Hurry up, someone's come out to mow their lawn!' she yelped in anguish.

He opened the door and dragged her in. They fell to the floor, where she pulled at his belt, and opened his trousers. She opened her mouth to suck his cock. He pulled her away, and turned her on her back, pushed her legs apart, and thrust in. He didn't need to check she was ready, as he could smell her sex.

He rode her hard, and she encouraged him.

'Fuck me, fuck your slut, fuck your gang slut hard. Ram it in me,' she cried out.

'Don't wait up, I'll be home late. If I have to stay over with one of the girls I'll phone,' Mohini said. 



She kissed him, careful not to spoil her makeup, and walked out to a friend picking her up. After what happened last week, Sudhir was reluctant to let her go. OK, there was protection in numbers, and she wouldn't play a naughty game with her friends present. He was just a little worried that she was addicted to exhibitionism, and couldn't help herself.



The women had progressed from dinner, to a club, and were on their way to a second club. Sudhir watched them enter, and noticed his wife wobble on the front step. Was it the high heels, or too much to drink? He felt bad about checking up on her, but he just couldn't help it. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was that she was so used to him being there to protect her. Whatever the excuse, he figured she needed looking after.



The club was dark enough for him to sit up in the balcony, without being noticed. Mohini had enough to drink and was phoning for a taxi. 



'Damn phone is dead,' she complained. 



'Here Mohini, drink this,' Dhruvi said.



Mohini wasn't the only one to meet up with old friends. 



'Hey, Sudhir? Shit, it's a long time, seven years isn't it?' Shahid exclaimed.



'Hell! It's been too long. What have you been up to Shahid?' he asked.



'Work, marriage, divorce, the usual. You're here, so I guess it's the same with you,' Shahid laughed.



'I was just watching, err, the girls,' he said, changing tack. 



He didn't want to admit to watching his wife. Then it occurred to him, what could he say he was doing here, if he was still married. That wouldn't look good either.



'I saw them walk in, or stagger in more like. You recognise them from high college? I fancy that one, Dhruvi, I think her name is,' Shahid said, and made a suggestive growl.



'That's good, because I like the other one, the one she's talking to,' Sudhir said, indicating his wife.



'Don't remember her name, nice though. Nice pair of tits, I could just go to sleep afterwards on those,' he laughed, and nudged Sudhir in the ribs.



'Be my guest. Why don't you try her out, she's divorced I hear,' Sudhir informed him.



'You seem to know her, you been there?' Shahid asked.



He almost made the mistake of saying, his wife gossiped about Dhruvi, and the others. Their conversation diverged onto sport, cars, and work.



The four of them and others were dressed up for a night on the town, so Mohini wasn't getting so much attention. She was dressed in nothing much more than a tight sheath. It kept rolling up her legs, so she'd spent most of the evening rolling it down to cover something of her thighs. 



She'd either given up the battle, or was too drunk to notice it was on its way toward her hips. The half-cup, push up bra, enhanced an already deep cleavage. It seemed that end of the dress was contracting too. By midnight both ends would meet, to form nothing more than a belt around her waist.



Her friends were dressed in man-bait too, though they shunned anyone's approach. So why did they dress like that for a girls night out? Her friends had commented on how Mohini was dressed, as she had always been demure, and dressed for comfort rather than provocatively. 



She just laughed, and said she was having fun these days. With her husband of course. One of them made the connection, but the others looked mystified and jealous. 



'I hear she's a bit of a slut since the divorce,' Sudhir said.



'Really? Well, she was a bit of a prude in college. I guess we all loosen up eventually,' he mused.



'She's certainly loosened up now. I was told she's always on the lookout for a cock,' Sudhir said. 



He shortened his wife's gossip to the essential facts, Shahid wanted to hear.



'Really? Well, I'd not want to disappoint her,' Shahid said, and downed the rest of his drink.



'Good luck,' Sudhir laughed.



'You coming?' Shahid asked.



'I'll let you separate the herd, and I'll pick up a stray,' Sudhir said.



'Yea, whatever, see you around,' he absently said, already thinking about the cock hungry woman.



Sudhir watched his friend approach the close knit herd, with a smile on his face. He knew they would close up around whoever was being singled out. Poor Shahid didn't stand a chance.



'Hi, Dhruvi, how are you?' Shahid asked.



'That's Dhruvi, I'm Mohini,' she said, with a slight slur.



He laughed and said, 'I know, I was just wondering if you remembered.'



Getting her name wrong wasn't a good start. She laughed, so maybe he'd got away with it. The others recognised him from college, and air kissed him. 


'I ran into Sudhir earlier,' he began.