Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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A short time later, Sudhir walked in, ready to look through the phone book for Shahid's number. He stumbled over his wife's legs, and exclaimed expletives. He shouted at her from shock, and for worrying him so much. She was naked! He felt between her legs, and decided she hadn't done anything with Shahid, or anyone else. 

Her thighs clamped upon his hand, and she smiled at him. He almost fell backwards on the carpet. 

'I'm not so drunk as I made out,' she laughed.

'What happened?' he demanded.

'Nothing. Except I stripped naked in the park, and got driven home. I think the neighbours might have seen me,' she pondered.

'I thought, well, you know what I thought,' he said, through gritted teeth.

'You're not a very good detective. I saw you following us all evening,' she laughed.

'Alright, you caught me,' he almost smiled.

'Sudhir, I need you!' she moaned.

A hesitation indicated he was merely considering her offer. Instead he was quietly undoing his pants in the darkened room. He suddenly grabbed her ankles and pulled her off the sofa. On the carpet he roughly shoved her legs apart, and fell to his knees between them. In one swift movement he was into her.

Mohini hardly had time to take a breath, when she was dragged to the floor, and felt his cock entering her. She lifted her hips, pushing up at him, wanting every inch of cock. She needed it all, and needed to be ridden hard. 

For a fleeting moment a wicked idea came to mind. It didn't matter who's penis it was, just so long as it was hard and powerful. If it had been Shahid's, or anyone else's, she would have willingly spread her legs. A small consolation was that she hadn't been given a choice, she was simply being taken. Such dirty thoughts were wiped away as a cock was driven deep and hard into her.

'Fuck me! Pound my pussy! Faster!' she implored.

She dug her nails into his back and scratched, wanting to inflict pain. The terrible filthy desire to be fucked, filled her entire body with a painful need. She was no longer Mohini the nice housewife, she was a dirty slut, craving a cock, any cock. In the dark he could be anyone, and so could she.

'Fuck this dirty slut hard, pound my pussy. Whoever you are, fuck this cunt, punish this filthy slut with your big dick,' she screamed.

He heard her say, 'who every you are'. He knew what was going on in her mind. The screaming wasn't her, the words weren't hers. He loved that she was so carried away, to be someone else. He was tempted to ask who she was.

An off key wailing burbled up from her throat. Her back arched, and then she lifted her hips, bumping his, crashing hard. He thrust in and held her pinned to the carpet. He began to pump sperm into her, in great strings of cum, jetting into her. She sensed being filled, rather than he was there at all. 

'Fill me up with your cum, fill me,' she broke off to wail.

His hips were pressing down upon her, and was supporting his weight with straight arms. He was looking down at her, examining her. She writhed a moment, then settled down. From bucking up at him as though trying to throw him off, she sank into the floor, replete and exhausted. 

'Did you enjoy that, stranger?' he asked, with a put-on voice.

'What have I done? I've let a stranger take me! A stranger cum inside me, and will make me pregnant! Oh! My! God! You must go before my husband gets in,' she spoke, in an over dramatic voice.

They both broke into peals of laughter, and he collapsed upon her squashing her into the carpet.

'I can't breathe, get off,' she complained.

He rolled to her side, and pulled her in his arms. He kissed her lips, with a great warmth of feeling. 

'You can finish me off now, I don't want to leave with a sticky cock,' he taunted her.

'I'll lick your cock clean, only if you tell me your name, sir,' she said, only just refraining from giggling.

'How much more will it cost, to deep throat me?' he asked, sounding imperious.

'I'm not sure I can deep throat such a big one, sir,' she teased back at him.

They played around for awhile until tiredness overtook them. In each other's embrace they fell into a deep sleep. They would ache in the morning, from laying on a hard floor, despite the thick carpet. They wouldn't care about that, thinking it had been worth it.

Mohini's husband was working late at the office, and had been for a couple of weeks. It meant they hadn't had time to play a game for some time. She was feeling lonely and abandoned without that closeness they had built up recently. 



Mohini walked into the spare bedroom preparing to undress. The light was off, but she purposely forgot to switch off the hall light. None of the neighbours could see her, and there were no houses behind theirs. Although, anyone walking a dog in the woods would have a fine view. 



'Damn! This is stupid!' Mohini told the empty room.



She loudly swore, and walked out the room. This was all wrong! Exposing herself had developed from an indulgence for her husband, to an irritating craving. They hadn't played the game for awhile, and now exposing herself had become a nagging itch. If she didn't do something it would become a deep desire that threatened to overwhelm her. 



She walked back into the spare bedroom, and told herself not to be silly. No one would see her, so what harm was this to anyone. Pretending men were watching her would be a harmless fantasy. Something to excite her while she soaked in a bath.



Rajeev took a short cut to his favourite bar, using a track between the woods and the back of the houses. He glanced at each house passed, for no real reason except curiosity. He stopped suddenly, focused, and fixed on a window. A shapely woman had caught his attention. 



The woman lifted her arms, while holding onto the hem of a dress. Her thighs were revealed, and she shimmied it up to display white stocking tops, and suspenders. Another wriggle of her hips revealed a pair of frilly white panties. The dress was tight around her body, hence the seductive wriggling. The dress was tightly caught under her ample bust. The woman pulled hard, and the dress suddenly moved up, letting her overflowing bra bounce free. 



She was carelessly undressing, unaware of a pathway at the back of the house. Obviously she was unaware of him watching her, and so she carried on innocently undressing. She had a wonderful figure, and he was about to see more of it.



It was easy now to pull the dress over her head. She turned around and bent over to fold the dress out of sight. The wiggle of her heart shaped ass was mesmerising. She stood up, and it made him flinch, as she seemed to be staring at him. Obviously she couldn't see him in the dark, with the woods behind him. 



The explanation was obvious when he noticed both hands were struggling behind her back. She gave up and shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders. Pulling the clasp around the front, she unhooked it. She held the cups to her breasts for a moment, then turned and bent over. The sight of her cute panty clad bottom was breathtaking. 



Maybe it was because she was a complete stranger, and he was sharing something private, even something illicit. He should have walked on, rather than invade her privacy, but the show was so intoxicating he was rooted to the spot. The woman stood up and turned around. He didn't wonder why she faced him, as his mind was focused on her body.



Her breasts were magnificent. They weren't overlarge, but were a good handful and stood up well. He figured she was in her late thirties, a good ten years younger than him. Her breasts stood up well, even without support. The light from another room was shining on her skin, which looked smooth and blemish free. It was difficult to tell, but his imagination filled in the gaps.



Her hands slid into the sides of the panties. It was then he noticed they were over the top of the garter belt. She turned around, and bent slightly to pull the panties over her bottom. 



He thought he heard something close, and looked around, with eyes darting this way and that. It was his own breathing, and the sudden intake of breath that startled him! It was no wonder, as she had revealed her bare ass, and a little something between her thighs. He tried to steady his breathing and remain calm, so as to take in properly what was being revealed. The panties where pushed down her legs, so she had to bend more and more. 



He could see her ass through the floor to ceiling window. A light was shining into the room, lighting between her legs. He was sure there was a glossy shine at her crotch. Were her lips wet and shiny?



She stood up with panties in hand, then dropped them onto the pile of clothes. Probably the clothes had been folded and placed on a chair just out of sight. It was what she was wearing that held his attention. There was no fuzzy patch in that golden triangle. She was shaved bare. There was just enough light to show her pussy, and his imagination could fill in any blanks.



She lifted a foot onto an unknown something, perhaps another chair. Separating her legs while not wearing panties stiffened his cock. Not thinking it possible to become any stiffer, it was a surprise to feel it harden. His balls were aching to release their load. He dare not rub himself, or he would spurt his load into his pants. Going home with a wet patch would be out of the question. It wouldn't be much better in the bar. He would have to recount the show to his buddies, and this was something he wanted to keep to himself.


He watched avidly the straps unclipped from a stocking. The stocking was pulled down a long leg, on its enthralling journey. The other leg was attended to. Each clasp was pulled open, and both hands pushed into a stocking top. The sheer stocking was eased down her leg, with care not to ladder it.