25-06-2023, 04:48 AM
That’s when Gopal began calling my wife over the phone, and as she was telling her where she was, Gopal found her. Gopal was only in her Blue Checkered Lungi and a White Half Sleeve Banian. “What took you so long?” as Gopal exclaimed, “that’s a Big Story, Gopal,” my wife sighed. “Let's talk about it in my house, come let's go,” Gopal said and began taking my wife and Swaroop along. “Gopal why is the area empty, with no people around?” as my wife asked, “it's our Leader’s Birthday Ceremony Madam, everyone has gone there to attend the Ceremony,” he said and began taking my wife to his House.
As I followed them, Gopal took my wife to a Coconut Leaf Hut, which was attached to all the other Coconut Leaf Huts on either side. As Gopal took my wife and Swaroop inside his Coconut Leaf Hut, I gently opened the Coconut Leaf Hut which was towards the right of Gopal’s hut. The hut was empty as the owner of the Hut had gone to attend their Leader’s Birthday Ceremony. As I gently drifted the Coconut Leaves of the Coconut Leaf Wall which was separating Gopal’s Hut and the Hut in which I was standing, I could clearly see everything inside Gopal’s house. Gopal’s Hut though was small had everything inside; it had a Iron Cot with an old bed on it, and his dirty clothes piled up in the corner of the bed; it had a small Kitchen slab in the corner where there was Gas Stove and Kitchen utensils; it had a couple of plastic chairs; and a small Color TV which was distributed for free during Karunanidhi’s DMK rule.
As my wife was looking around the Hut, “sorry about the shabby interiors,” as Gopal said and began pulling out the plastic chairs which were stacked one over the other and offering my wife and Swaroop to sit, “that’s okay, Gopal, my dad was a farmer and we used to live in a similar house when I was small,” my wife said, sitting of one of the plastic chairs. “Tea of Coffee, Madam?” as Gopal exclaimed standing in front of my wife and Swaroop, “just a moment, why have you piled all your clothes in the corner like that, Gopal?” my wife exclaimed and stood up from the Chair, tugging her Red Chiffon Saree end to her waist and began going towards Gopal’s bed. Just like my wife used to separate my dirty clothes for the Laundry, as my wife began pulling out his clothes and began folding them, “Madam, those are dirty,” Gopal exclaimed. “Everything are dirty?” as my wife exclaimed holding one of Gopal’s shirts, “both dirty and clean ones are mixed, Madam,” Gopal said. “Shouldn’t mix them, Gopal, always separate them,” as my wife began sniffing his clothes one after the other and separating his dirty and clean clothes, she picked up one of his dirty underwears, and as she was about to sniff his dirty underwear, “it's dirty, madam,” Gopal exclaimed in an embarrassed tone, but my wife continued to sniff his dirty underwear. “Hmmmm… it's dirty, when did you wear this underwear, Gopal?” as my wife asked casually, sniffing his dirty underwear, “yesterday, Madam,” he said. My wife was clearly enjoying the smell of Gopal’s dirty underwear. As my wife gave a strong sniff on Gopal’s dirty underwear, “throw that away, Janaki, it's disgusting,” Swaroop exclaimed. “Is it madam?” as Gopal asked, “no it's not, Swaroop is just jealous, that I am sniffing your underwear,” my wife said smiling at Gopal and sniffing his dirty underwear and looking at Swaroop for his reaction as Swaroop getting jealous was turning her on. “Enough, Janaki,” as the jealous Swaroop exclaimed, “okay,” she said smiling at Swaroop, making sure to keep him only jealous but not annoyed and threw Gopal’s dirty underwear away. “Madam, I want to sniff you dirty Panties as well, can I come to your house some other time for your dirty Panties?” as Gopal asked, “Sure,” my wife exclaimed looking at Swaroop. “Thanks Madam. I want to sniff the dirtiest of your panties, especially when you get horny and wet your panties along with your sweat and pee. Sniffing them is gonna make me super horny,” as Gopal said, my wife began feeling horny already and smiled at Gopal and looked at Swaroop.
As I followed them, Gopal took my wife to a Coconut Leaf Hut, which was attached to all the other Coconut Leaf Huts on either side. As Gopal took my wife and Swaroop inside his Coconut Leaf Hut, I gently opened the Coconut Leaf Hut which was towards the right of Gopal’s hut. The hut was empty as the owner of the Hut had gone to attend their Leader’s Birthday Ceremony. As I gently drifted the Coconut Leaves of the Coconut Leaf Wall which was separating Gopal’s Hut and the Hut in which I was standing, I could clearly see everything inside Gopal’s house. Gopal’s Hut though was small had everything inside; it had a Iron Cot with an old bed on it, and his dirty clothes piled up in the corner of the bed; it had a small Kitchen slab in the corner where there was Gas Stove and Kitchen utensils; it had a couple of plastic chairs; and a small Color TV which was distributed for free during Karunanidhi’s DMK rule.
As my wife was looking around the Hut, “sorry about the shabby interiors,” as Gopal said and began pulling out the plastic chairs which were stacked one over the other and offering my wife and Swaroop to sit, “that’s okay, Gopal, my dad was a farmer and we used to live in a similar house when I was small,” my wife said, sitting of one of the plastic chairs. “Tea of Coffee, Madam?” as Gopal exclaimed standing in front of my wife and Swaroop, “just a moment, why have you piled all your clothes in the corner like that, Gopal?” my wife exclaimed and stood up from the Chair, tugging her Red Chiffon Saree end to her waist and began going towards Gopal’s bed. Just like my wife used to separate my dirty clothes for the Laundry, as my wife began pulling out his clothes and began folding them, “Madam, those are dirty,” Gopal exclaimed. “Everything are dirty?” as my wife exclaimed holding one of Gopal’s shirts, “both dirty and clean ones are mixed, Madam,” Gopal said. “Shouldn’t mix them, Gopal, always separate them,” as my wife began sniffing his clothes one after the other and separating his dirty and clean clothes, she picked up one of his dirty underwears, and as she was about to sniff his dirty underwear, “it's dirty, madam,” Gopal exclaimed in an embarrassed tone, but my wife continued to sniff his dirty underwear. “Hmmmm… it's dirty, when did you wear this underwear, Gopal?” as my wife asked casually, sniffing his dirty underwear, “yesterday, Madam,” he said. My wife was clearly enjoying the smell of Gopal’s dirty underwear. As my wife gave a strong sniff on Gopal’s dirty underwear, “throw that away, Janaki, it's disgusting,” Swaroop exclaimed. “Is it madam?” as Gopal asked, “no it's not, Swaroop is just jealous, that I am sniffing your underwear,” my wife said smiling at Gopal and sniffing his dirty underwear and looking at Swaroop for his reaction as Swaroop getting jealous was turning her on. “Enough, Janaki,” as the jealous Swaroop exclaimed, “okay,” she said smiling at Swaroop, making sure to keep him only jealous but not annoyed and threw Gopal’s dirty underwear away. “Madam, I want to sniff you dirty Panties as well, can I come to your house some other time for your dirty Panties?” as Gopal asked, “Sure,” my wife exclaimed looking at Swaroop. “Thanks Madam. I want to sniff the dirtiest of your panties, especially when you get horny and wet your panties along with your sweat and pee. Sniffing them is gonna make me super horny,” as Gopal said, my wife began feeling horny already and smiled at Gopal and looked at Swaroop.