Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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'Hi, Mohini,' a neighbour shouted.

She waved at him and another neighbour, who joined him for a gossip.

'Hi,' she returned, hoping he wouldn't walk over to say hello.

'Pull the t-shirt down, please, Aditya. Someone will see,' she firmly told him.

His handling of them was very nice, but she was in an awkward position. He pinched a nipple and she sighed. She couldn't pull away or make a fuss, as the two neighbours settled in for a marathon tongue wag. He stroked her other breast while pinching the nipple. The man had experience and knew what he was doing. 

The old guys hadn't seen what was going on, yet. 

'Aditya, please, I can't move away, I'll be seen,' she pleaded.

'Give me a kiss, then I'll let go of them,' he grinned.

She couldn't see him, but heard the grin in his voice. He had her at a disadvantage, and knew it.

'What if someone sees us?' she moaned.

'Just a kiss, Mohini,' he teased.

She scrunched down to the window and leaned in, with his hands still firmly holding her breasts. It would have been a little painful, but she could of pulled away, though where would the fun be in that? She pushed her head into the window, and closed her eyes. She knew he would insist on a deep kiss, but didn't want him to know she was willing. The way her crotch was on fire, she was up for anything. Just so long as he didn't know that, she could remain out of reach. Perhaps being, 'out of reach', was a concept too late.

She felt the t-shirt pulled, and it was over her head before she could react. In an automatic response, she covered her breasts.

'No! Aditya, please! Give me my top back!' she hissed at him.

It was tantalisingly out of reach. He sat there with a big grin on his face. She could push further in the window to reach the top, but would have to let go of her breasts. Once in the truck he could take more of an advantage of her, so she hesitated.

'Off you go then. Unless, well, I could give you a t-shirt I found. No, you don't need one. It's a nice hot day, no need to cover up,' he said.

'How can I leave like this? There's two neighbours between here and home. What would Dhruvi say if she saw me?' Mohini moaned.

'She would be shocked. She would wonder what a nice housewife is doing wandering around half naked,' he laughed.

'Please, Aditya, be nice to me,' she pleaded.

'I'll make a deal with you. Swap you the bikini for the t-shirt,' he suggested.

'What? No! I can't do that!' she whispered.

He started up the engine, and put it into gear. 

'You can pull the t-shirt down to cover your ass. Think about it, but don't take long as I'm going,' he said.

'Please, Aditya, you can't expect me to run home with a bare bottom,' she pointed out, sounding cross.

'OK, go as you are,' Aditya smiled.

'No! I can't do that. They will see, and gossip will spread around the neighbourhood,' she pointed out.

Mohini didn't need much persuasion to strip off. Since her husband had started her off, she was finding it difficult to keep her clothes on. Was Aditya aware of her weakness? Had it been obvious to everyone else except her? The truck moved forward an inch or two, and she panicked. Not wanting to be left topless on the driveway, she pulled the bikini bottoms off, and threw them at him.

'If you tell anyone about this, I'll tell Dhruvi you made me. I won't ever speak to you again,' she crossly spoke.

Aditya paused over the idea of 'making her', knowing Mohini was too innocent to realise what was meant. Although she was ten years older than Dhruvi, she was so sexy looking, it was almost worth the trouble it would cause. He put his foot down a little, just enough to pull away. She was still standing on the step, and holding onto the mirror.



'Hold on tight,' he said. 



'No! Please! You can't do this to me!' she screeched. 'We had a deal!'



With Mohini standing on the step, naked, they drove off. The two neighbours didn't even look up from their conversation. Besides, she was on the other side of the truck, scrunched down out of sight. At any moment someone would see her naked body, and she would be so very ashamed. He drove around the block, in their quiet neighbourhood, unseen, so far.



A couple were sitting on their porch, and he waved to them. Mohini was hiding on the other side of the truck. He pulled up, to let her in before someone saw what was going on, and reported it to his wife.



'Get in,' Aditya said.



She scrambled in over his lap, and became caught under the steering wheel. He pushed her legs down and closed the door. Her head was touching the floor, and her bottom was up over his knees. He playfully slapped her ass. A hoot from behind, not hers, made him drive on.



He couldn't help pushing a hand between her legs as he drove. He pulled up again, with his hand wedged in her wet crotch. The vibration of the heavy engine was shuddering through her, adding to her arousal.



'You're such a naughty girl,' Aditya told her, and slapped her ass.



'Please, let me go!' Mohini whined.



'Do you want me to put you out here?' he asked.



'Nooo, please, sir, please don't make me walk home naked!' she moaned.



He was silent for a moment, contemplating what to do with her. He knew she was thirty-four, as he went to her birthday party not long ago. She was ten years older than him, yet she now sounded ten years younger. Why she hadn't forcibly stopped him tasking advantage right at the beginning, he didn't know.



She was a neighbour, and his wife's friend, so what could he do? The sense of sexy fun had suddenly evaporated. He was left feeling guilty, though he wasn't going to let her off lightly, for she had been teasing him.



He slid his hand between her thighs, and felt how sexed up she was. Her pussy was wet and open. It was so tempting, he could hardly hold back. Angry with himself, and her, he slapped her ass.



'Sorry, sir, for being a naughty girl,' she whined.



He slapped her again, yet she didn't complain. Instead she apologised for being a tease. The self anger died down, leaving him angry with her. He slapped her ass again, leaving it red, with a hand mark colouring it.



'Sit up, and be a good girl,' he told her.



'Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir,' she humbly spoke. 'Thank you for punishing me, sir. I've been a naughty little slut, and deserved punishing,' she whined.


Mohini was absorbed in a fantasy, with the spanking making it so very real. Told to sit up, she struggled, but couldn't get free.