Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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She was evidently trapped, so he helped her off his lap. A good opportunity to feel her body without her complaining. Despite wanting to delve into her sex, he made her sit in the cab. She was one hell of a sight. She looked so hot! Like one of those foreign commercials for a cold drink, sweat was beading on her skin. If he offered her a cold drink, would she roll it across her bare breasts? Her nipples were already hard as bullets. Her breasts were luscious, and firm. They were naturally large, no silicon there, as he could testify.

'You've been a very naughty girl, playing around, and losing your clothes,' Aditya said.

'Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir. I promise to behave and to do as I'm told. Whatever you want, sir,' she murmured.

He caught what she said, and wondered why she had. At least she wasn't blaming him for what happened. That had been his main worry, and it seemed to have been solved. Whatever was going through her sweet head, he was off the hook. She was so very tempting, and ready for it, yet his life would be thrown into turmoil if he fucked her. He couldn't just make use of her like an object, and expect everything to go back to normal afterwards. 

'Get dressed, and I'll take you home,' he quietly said.

At that moment he saw a look of relief replace a brief look of disappointment. He wasn't going to get a kiss after all, and he dare not demand one. It would lead to other things. How come he was the sensible one, when she was an older woman? Damn! She wasn't just sexy looking, she was sexed up!
They were soon home, and parked in her driveway. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. Neither of them dare say anything. 

Once inside her home, she leant back on the door, breathing heavily. That was a close call, and would teach her to be more careful. She really shouldn't play around without her husband's protection. If Aditya had decided to take her, she was painfully aware of being so aroused, it wouldn't have been possible to stop him. 

She dropped the bikini bottoms as she walked into the lounge. She leant over the arm of a sofa, and spanked her behind. 

'I'm sorry for being a naughty girl! Please, Aditya, don't send me home naked! I'll be a good girl, and do as I'm told. I'll be your girl, and do whatever you say, whatever you want,' she admitted to the empty room.

She pushed two fingers inside and marvelled at how wet and open she was. It was no good, she couldn't bring herself to a satisfyingly deep climax. The desultory orgasm wasn't enough. She needed more, a lot more to fill her up. She needed Sudhir to play a game with, then play with her.

The phone rang, and of course it was Dhruvi, asking where she was. Mohini scribbled a note for Sudhir to get changed, and join her, as soon as he got home. She didn't like him working late, as it didn't give them much time together. 

Mohini helped set up the delivered food for a party. As usual her friend was raising money for charity. There was plenty of space, and two rooms were set aside to change into fancy dress. Her parties were always well attended as she had a knack for creating a lively atmosphere.

'Thanks for helping out, I'd never have got it all done without you. Shivani let me down at the last minute, but I knew I could rely on you,' Dhruvi said.

'I'd better get home and change,' Mohini said.

'Would you do me a big favour. Change here, and you'll be able to greet the guests. I'm sure to have something for you,' Dhruvi firmly said.

It was typical of Dhruvi to sound authoritative, and for Mohini it was an automatic response to follow orders. Besides, she had thought of going home to try on that new outfit. This would save her some embarrassment, because the one she was thinking of was too risqué. It was indecent if she weren't careful, which would inevitably happen after a few drinks. 

'Good, let's see what I can find for you,' Dhruvi said, and led her into a changing room.

Dhruvi hadn't waited for an answer she simply marched Mohini to a spare bedroom. She certainly had a more expensive wardrobe than hers. It was more to a younger woman's taste, though Mohini had been buying more flamboyant clothes recently. Some of the outfits Sudhir bought her, were downright trashy. 

Remembering that scary walk in a rundown mall, made her blush. She'd been wearing hardly anything at all, and ended up looking like a street walker. Several strangers thought she was, and made her an offer. She'd shown off more of her body than intended, and became over excited. If Sudhir hadn't been there to save her from those men, she would have been in serious trouble.

Only a couple of days ago, while soaking in a hot bath, she thought about those two young black guys. They had picked her up in that awful mall, and were marching her off to their vehicle. She imagined it was a passion wagon, as they called them in her youth. They were too big to struggle against, and being so worked up she tamely went with them. 

At the time they thought she was a prostitute working in their territory. They said they would look after her, as long as she worked for them. How could she explain she was just playing a game with her husband, they wouldn't have believed it. Luckily Sudhir had intervened before they got to the parking lot. What if he hadn't, or they decided to fight for her.

In her bath time fantasy, they led her away to their van. Each had an enormous penis, and they rode her hard, again and again. Eventually she was exhausted, and made submissive to their demands. They had fucked her into submission, making her their sexual plaything. 

They told her she was to work for them from now on. She murmured agreement. Still woozy from multiple orgasms, she would agree to anything. Before she had a chance to recover, they took her to a brothel then ran. The big black woman running the place, took her in hand. She wouldn't take any nonsense, and had her working the night away.

After that, what was she to do? She couldn't go back home to her husband, and the brothel was the only place she had to stay. 

Laying back in the bath, she rubbed her clit, imagining the rest of her life spent as a prostitute. She would be given a small allowance, but never enough to escape the sordid life of prostitution. Soon she was settling in to being fucked by strangers. The thought had her rubbing her clit, and filling her pussy with a vibrator.