Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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'We'll take turns welcoming the guests, and take them here to change. There's nothing here worth stealing, so we can leave them to it,' Dhruvi explained.

'Are you all right, Mohini? Have you been listening? You look flushed,' Dhruvi commented.

Dhruvi found a pink plastic, one piece suit, and offered it to Mohini.

'How do I go to the bathroom in this?' Mohini chuckled.

There was a plastic zip lock at the crotch, but Dhruvi decided not to tell her. She wasn't sure why, but hurried the woman along instead.

'Never thought of that. It smells of plastic, but hasn't been worn. No one dare. There's no label, so try it on, see if it fits. I'll know what size it is then,' Dhruvi told her.

The fancy dress party was an excuse for everyone to dress in something outrageous. Mohini had a vision of wearing something demure, that accidently peeled away from her body, leaving her in her underwear.

'I'm not sure about this, it seems too revealing,' Mohini worried.

'That's the beauty of the outfit, it doesn't reveal anything of your flesh. You're covered from head to foot,' Dhruvi told her.

'It's too tight, I can hardly walk,' she complained.

'It's too late now, the guests will be arriving any minute. Come on, let's get into the party spirit,' Dhruvi ordered.

Mohini felt as though she had been tricked into wearing the outfit. It was true, it covered her body, but at the same time it revealed too much. If she hadn't been playing those naughty games with Sudhir, she wouldn't have dared wear the lewd outfit. 

She struggled into the dining room, where the two friends started off the evening with a vodka on the rocks. She made a note to herself, that this would be the first and last. She dare not make a fool of herself at Dhruvi's party. The vodka seemed to lubricate the outfit, as it was easier walking to the front door.

The first couple walked in staring at her outfit, or her body, she wasn't sure which. It looked as though her naked body had been spray-painted pink. The bright colour meant nothing was in shadow, and nothing hidden. It was perfectly clear she wore no underwear.

'Welcome to Dhruvi's party,' Mohini chirpily spoke.

Mohini was pleased to be showing herself off, and it was all her friends idea, not hers. The guests followed her to the changing room, where the couple left their coats. Conveniently they were already wearing super hero costumes. Mohini changed the door sign back to vacant, and went to greet the next ones.

Time sped by as she was kept busy. Dhruvi was caught up in selling the idea of a monthly contribution to the charity. Aarti was busy serving drinks, and that left Mohini guiding late comers to the changing room. 

'Sorry!' she giggled.

A woman was down to her underwear, when she led a man into the changing room. 

'It would be better if you use this bedroom to change,' she told him.

'I'm not fussy, that other one would be alright,' he grinned.

'Not sure Dipti will ever forgive me, after showing her off like that. She would want to look her best for a hunk like you,' Mohini smiled.

'It's nice of you to say that, Mohini,' he said, and put his arm around her.

'Not now,' she quietly spoke.

'When, later?' he said.

He still had his arm around her, with a hand on her hip. It slipped a little to her bottom.

'Not later, I meant, no,' she said. 

Mohini was unable to put much emphasis into the little word. The gentle touch to her bottom was more electric than a slap. It was then she realised how worked up she still was from this afternoon. Since the last game with her husband, she was becoming ever more frustrated, and more needy. She was like a bitch in heat, or something like that. 

'Nice outfit, you deserve first prize for it,' he said.

It didn't matter what he said, it was the sound of his deep, penetrating voice, that vibrated her insides. Her thoughts concentrated on him penetrating her, and it was difficult to shake off. She felt particularly vulnerable in the clinging suit. It displayed her body, letting everyone know what was available. He slowly pulled her close, gradually into his arms, giving her a chance to refuse. Her voice had gone, even if she could find the words to stop him. There were no words, except shouldn't.

'This is your prize,' he said.

He kissed her deeply. Her mouth hung open, unresisting to his invasion. It felt as though he were taking her. It was what she needed, to be taken hard, only he was soft and gentle.

In retaliation, she gripped him tight, and roughly kissed him back. A vicious biting, a lascivious tongue, shoving and twisting around his. He gripped her bottom, and ran a finger between her cheeks. She'd never been taken back there, but his finger was pushing at her virgin place. It felt as though he would take her if he could. 

He was pressing her against his hardness, with a strength she knew would be impossible to fight against. If he decided to take her, she would be taken. There was nothing she could do about it. The days of increasing hunger left her in an awful state of desperate need. It was awful because it left her so pathetic, and so willing. It didn't matter who they were, she was ready for them. Recently she'd become easy, easy prey, easy to take, easy to master.

There was a knock at the door.

'Later then,' he said.

'Yes,' she heavily sighed. 
The word was immediately regretted, but the passion and regret behind it couldn't be denied. The door was opened and she fell out into the corridor on weak legs. Not falling to the floor was an achievement. She made it to the front door to welcome a couple. They looked at her as though she were a praying mantis, about to gobble them up. 

Later. The word rang through her head like a mantra. It had only been a kiss. Of course she dare not, not later, not anytime at all. What if he wanted her virgin bottom. It was something she had never thought of doing, until now. Why him? How dare she think of giving her virgin bottom to a stranger.

Her thoughts were in a whirl. From bad to worse, then chastising herself for having such terrible thoughts. Working on autopilot, she greeted guests, and showed them where to change. Some quietly ogled her body, some made crude comments, and others looked at her as though she were a harlot. 

Catching sight of herself in a mirror was devastating. Not in a good way. The one-piece had moulded itself to every crack and cranny. Her lips were swollen, and obvious. A slight indentation showed where her vagina was open and ready. No wonder some of the guests almost crossed themselves on seeing her.



Mohini worked her way through the crowd looking for Dhruvi. She spotted her friend the other side of the dance floor, and pushed in among the throng. Hands were everywhere, and someone indelicately grabbed her crotch. They pressed a finger between her lips, hitting her spot. That slowed her down. She swung around on them, to tell them off, with a demand to be let go. The grip tightened on her crotch, and a thumb worked her bud. 


Instead of moving on, she was stunned. Among the writhing bodies she was being sexed up. Was it possible to become more aroused than she already was? She was stoked to boiling point, ready to explode. Any moment she would throw her head back and scream an orgasm. 

A hand was pinching a nipple, and her other breast was being squeezed in time with the music. A hand was pumping a cheek. Then she realised there were too many hands massaging her body. His friend had joined him. They were both working her up, and she lost the will to escape.

The song came to an end, and the crowd thinned out. They could no longer get away with playing with what looked like a naked woman. Maybe it was their wives, or they had become bored with a body that was unavailable. The suit revealed everything yet sealed it away from use.

Mohini staggered away to find Dhruvi. She didn't think why, she just did.



'This outfit is getting indecent, Dhruvi. I've got to change,' Mohini moaned. 

'Oh, don't worry, dear, it'll be fine. Some of the others are wearing racy costumes, so don't worry, no one will notice,' Dhruvi reassured her friend.

Dhruvi almost burst out laughing, but caught it in time. She looked Mohini up and down. It was obvious the poor thing was sexed up, almost beyond control. The suit hid nothing of her charms, and indecently showed off her state of arousal.

Mohini wasn't so sure. Catching sight of herself in a mirror, she had to turn away. The bright pink showed off a distinctive camel toe. The guys on the dance floor had pushed at her little place, making a more pronounced indentation. She could feel a seam digging between her cheeks, parting them. 

As for her breasts, it looked as though the material had been sprayed over them. The plastic held them up, and separated them in a provocative way. They seemed even large than usual, but that wasn't the problem. The material clung to them, showing of a pair of big hard nipples.



'Please Dhruvi. I've got to go,' she whined.



'Far from going, it looks as though you've got to cum,' Dhruvi laughed.

'I'll change and come back, honest,' Mohini said.

'The party hasn't started yet. When the old folks go, the swingers will let loose. You'll wait till then. Don't stare at me with that pathetic kitten look. In future you won't play around with my husband, alright sweetie?' she smiled.

'I'm sorry, Dhruvi, I really am,' Mohini mumbled.

'Maybe you are. I don't care. Just do as you are told, or a rumour about you will go the rounds. Well?' Dhruvi heavily stated.

'Alright, yes, whatever you say,' Mohini had to agree.

She was using Dhruvi's threat as an excuse to stay, and continue wearing the lewd outfit. She was uncertain, but thought Dhruvi was aware of it, and approved. What was her friend up to? Her friend didn't seem angry with her, but there was a gut feeling that she had been set up for something.



Mohini was under orders to circulate among the guests, serving drinks. It was getting late and more than a few had too many. It was the sober ones that were the most trouble. It wasn't only the men that stroked her body. Two women were more discreet, but less gentle. They also knew what they were doing.

A fingernail was run from an inner thigh, up to her crotch. The finger pressed a button, and kept ringing her bell. Other fingers were stroking her prominent lips. Mohini couldn't help arching her back, to push her crotch into the woman's expert fingers. 

It felt as though the plastic was being thinned out from all the stroking and fingering. She dare not look in a mirror at what was happening to the suit. It felt as though it were painted on, and the guests were trying to rub it off. Men pinched her nipples, and weighed her breasts. It was no consolation at all, that she was sealed in. It didn't matter that her flesh was protected, as the effect of their touching was just as effective. She was maddeningly frustrated and desperate for satisfaction.

'Hi darling, I got your note,' Sudhir said.

The fingers had gone, but the aftershock of the touching was still running deep. The nerve endings in her crotch couldn't believe the fingers had stopped delivering wonderful sensations. Her brain was buzzing from the woman's touch, and everyone else who stroked her body.

'You all right?' he asked.

The woman smiled and walked away. Mohini just stood before her husband holding an empty tray. She had certainly served Dhruvi's guests. She had been a side show, and a part of the entertainment. It took a little while to bring her breathing rate down, and recover the ability to talk.