Misc. Erotica Malini Rice Mill

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When I married my wife, she was cute and shy and innocent.  When she gave birth to my first Son Manish, she started playing around in the house like a collegegirl, and only after she gave birth to my second son Gautham, she started taking life seriously as Agriculture was not yielding us enough money and we need money to run our family and give our sons a better future.  Quitting farming, we both started to work in our Caste Leader Gopalan’s Rice Mill.  I worked as a Lorry Driver, since my wife had studied until 10th Standard, our Caste Leader made her work as his Accountant.  My friend warned me not to make my wife work in our Caste Leader Gopalan’s Rice Mill as he was a pervert, spares no women.  It has been 2 years since we started working for our Caste Leader Gopalan’s Rice Mill, not once did he try to misbehave with my wife, like my friends and others warned me.  Actually he was not interested in my wife, he was more into the Lower Caste Beautiful Women whom he hired to work in his Rice Mill.  He just loved them, and spent most of his time in the mill ogling at their sensual bodies in their sweaty blouses.  Since they never wore bras inside their blouses, it made their boobs in their sweaty blouses look delicious and yummy.  While they used to carry Annakoodai (Aluminium Basket) over their heads, their saree pallus used to bunch up between their boobs, making their boobs in their sweaty blouses, jut forward and give us the full view of their boobs in their braless blouses.  Me and my other Lorry Driver friends used to enjoy feasting our eyes in our lorries and jerking off watching them.  More than us it was our Caste Leader Gopalan was having more fun.  He did not stop with just ogling at their sensual bodies, but was also enjoying flirting with them.  The way the Lower Caste beauties used to blush and run away from our Caste Leader Gopalan when he used to flirt with them used to make him more horny.  He was helping them financially, and keeping them happy, and was treating all of them like his own wives, and was enjoying his life sleeping with them one babe after the other.



Even our Caste’s Political Outfit leaders, who were always plotting to make politics by destroying the livelihood of the Lower Caste people, after visiting Our Caste leader Gopalan’s Rice Mill, just fell for the Lower Caste beauties in our Rice Mill, and began enjoying themselves flirting with them, and a couple of leaders got lucky and took a couple of beauties home and enjoyed them.


Though my wife was watching all this happening, and feeling horny most of the time, somehow started feeling jealous of the beauties.  Our Caste’s Political Outfit leaders who visit the Rice Mill regularly to feast on the Lower Caste Beauties, flirt with them, and some of them even enjoy their lips, though my wife was beautiful as well, were totally ignoring her and were crazy about the Lower Caste beauties, which made my wife so jealous started wearing her saree below her navel to seek their attention.  She got all the attention, but not from the Our Caste Political Outfit leaders, but from a Businessman and an Investor named Manoj, from Chennai.