Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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Jaya and I picked up umbrellas each and left our house, as the rain was pouring outside Jaya and I decided to quickly get to the Bus Stop Shelter which was empty with just a white ambassador car parked next to it.  I started lifting my saree along with my petticoat near my knees and started tiptoeing fast towards the Bus Stop shelter in order to make sure the rain water does not ruin my new saree and petticoat.  As I reached the Bus Shelter and began folding the umbrella and began adjusting my saree looking at Jaya who was coming slowly making sure not to fall down.  Since I ran in an uneasy way, the new brown panties I was wearing inside my saree got all bunched up and caught between my ass crack, and were rubbing against my asshole and my pussy, as my panties were tight.  At the same time my saree got mixed up all well.  As my saree rose up along with my petticoat and covered my navel and rest touched my blouse, I started pulling my saree and petticoat down revealing my navel and resting my saree and petticoat at the right area.  Since the wind was heavy, it had brushed away my pallu a bit, which was good enough to reveal my left boobs in my pink blouse.  As I turned around, facing my back towards the White Ambassador, to avoid the heavy wind hitting my boobs hard and making my pink saree pallu fall, to my shock an old beggar without his legs was sleeping under the Bus Stop Shelter bench and was jerking off watching my navel.  As I turned around in disgust, the driver from my White Ambassador was licking his lips, drooling all over my navel and my slightly exposed left boobs in my pink blouse, and I quickly covered my navel and boobs with my pallu and turned my face aside.  That’s when Jaya came to the Bus Stop shelter and stood next to me, and all of a sudden, the driver came out opening a big umbrella and opened the back seat Car door and a man who must be in his late 40s or early 50s got down in his white shirt and white pants with gold rings all over his fingers, started coming towards us with his driver holding the big umbrella from behind.  For a moment I realised even he, just like his driver, must have been watching me adjust my saree and ogling at my navel through his tinted car window.