Misc. Erotica Malini Rice Mill

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“I was telling him about my dream to start my own Rice Mill, Manoj was telling me that he will definitely help me,” my wife said.  “What?! Your dream is to start your own Rice Mill?  You didn’t tell me about that?” I said.  “I thought you would make fun of me if I said that,” my wife said.  “Okay forget about it, what did Manoj tell you about helping you start your own Rice Mill?” I asked.  “That’s what, he said he would definitely help me start up my own Rice Mill,” my wife said.  “Then why were you so disrespectful to him, Malini?!” I exclaimed.  “You were.  When he was hugging you, you were not even hugging him back.  When he kissed your cheek, he just moved away from him, like moving away from your dream,” I said.  “Ram, don’t talk like that, you are making me feel guilty.  Manoj will help me even if I don’t hug him back or kiss his cheek back,” my wife said.  “Really?  Who is Manoj to you?  Your best friend or your ex-boyfriend to help you?  Manoj likes you, Malini, he is attracted to you just like our Caste’s Political Outfit leaders who are attracted to the Lower Caste beauties here.  That’s why he is helping you,” I said.  “Ram, what do you want me to do now? I can’t sleep around like the Lower Caste girls here,” my wife said.  “These Lower Caste beauties have put their Families above themselves and are sacrificing themselves for the family’s future.  If you want to make your dream come true, you have to go the Lower Caste beauties’ way.  I don’t know if those Lower Caste beauties will become rich with our Caste’s Political Outfit leaders’ help, but with Manoj’s help you will definitely become Rich and obviously our sons Manish and Gautham will have a great future,” I said.



My wife clearly looked convinced, “Ram, I want to tell you something,” my wife said.  “Tell me, Malini,” I said.  “Yesterday after Manoj brought Smartphones for us, and were returning to the Rice Mill in his car, he started asking about my future plans and stuff.  As I casually told him that I have this dream of starting up my own Rice Mill, he readily told me that he would definitely help me.  As I was happy and in a good mood, he stopped the car at a Sugarcane Juice selling old man on the Highway.  As the old man was alone and was struggling to press the sugarcane with his manual sugarcane press, Manoj helped him press the sugarcane.  The old man thanked Manoj and poured us Sugarcane juice and gave it to us.  As Manoj and I were sipping the Sugarcane juice, “your husband is a kind man, madam,” the old man said looking at me, assuming that Manoj was my husband.  Before I could tell the old man that I was not Manoj’s wife, Manoj put his arm around my shoulder, “don’t we look like a nice couple?” he asked the old man.  “Wonderful Rich Couple, Sir,” the old man said.  “Ram, at this point, I want to tell you this.  The moment the old man said “Rich couple,” something hit my mind hard.  I think you and I should be a Rich couple, Ram, we have to,” my wife said.  “But how is it possible, Malini?  Manoj was our only chance to become a Rich couple, but you did not hug him back and kiss his cheek back.  At least if you should have let him kiss your other cheek, or let him kiss your lips, Malini,” I said.  “He did, Ram,” my wife whispered, putting her head down.  “What?!” I asked, lifting her chin up with a smile on my face.  Realising that I was not upset and was smiling at her when she started the topic of Manoj kissing her lips, “he kissed my lips Ram,” my wife said blushing.  “Wow…that’s amazing, Malini,” I exclaimed, encouraging her to talk more about the kiss.  “When the old man said me and Manoj look like a Wonderful Rich Couple, and my mouth was full of sugarcane juice, “thank you.  Would you mind if I kiss my wife now?” he asked the old man.  “No problem, Sir, it's your wife, enjoy kissing her lips,” as the old man said, all of a sudden Manoj started kissing my lips, and as I opened my mouth, he drank all the sugarcane juice in my mouth and looked at the old man.  The old man who was watching Manoj kiss my lips, noticed Manoj was horny, “Sir, my hut is right behind that tree, if you want to take your wife and make love to her.  Nobody will disturb you there, you can freely remove her saree and get her naked and have fun,” ?the old man said.  Manoj looked at me, “shall we go there, Malini?” he whispered.  “No, sir, I am married, we have to go,” as I said, “mmmmmmm she is someone else’s wife?  Then it will be a lot more fun.  Nothing thrilling and exciting than enjoying someone’s beautiful wife, Sir.  Go take her and enjoy her,” the old man said.  As Manoj was listening to the old man’s gyan, “let's go, Sir, my husband will be waiting,” I said, constantly reminding him that I was married.  “That’s how they will say, Sir, because women are shy to express certain things.  She looks horny, look how her boobs are protruding through her blouse, waiting for you to suck them.  She has one of the best asses I have ever seen.  What are you waiting for, take her and have fun,” the horny old man said.  “Malini, shall we go there?” Manoj asked.  “Sir, no Sir, I am married, I can’t cheat on my husband,” I said.  “No, Sir, my husband loves me and he will definitely say No,” I said,” as my wife said, “my God, if I was there I would have gladly let Manoj take you to the old man’s hut and enjoy making love to you in return for helping you start up your own Rice Mill,” I said.