09-01-2024, 05:31 AM
The next day, early in the morning, my husband got a call from the office of a Minister in Andhra Pradesh, and was informed that the appointment to meet the Minister was at 8 PM. My husband who had been waiting for the Minister’s appointment for months, readily agreed to meet the Minister in Andhra Pradesh at 8 PM tonight, so that he could get a Construction Contract in Andhra Pradesh, and told me to get well dressed at the same time keep it simple, I took my shower wore my brand new Black Panties, White Bra, Yellow Blouse on top of my White Bra and matching Yellow Petticoat on top of my Black Panties, and wore an expensive but simple looking Yellow Chiffon saree. Though I wore some simple looking gold bangles, ear rings, waist chain, etc, they were very expensive and accentuated my beauty, and my husband absolutely loved me in them.
“My God, Amudha, looking at you like this is making me so horny that I want to take you to our bedroom and make love to you, but I controlling myself so that I could share you with Raju tonight,” my husband said in an horny tone, scratching his cock over his Pants. “That’s not gonna happen?!” as I exclaimed and smiled at my husband, “why?!” my husband exclaimed. “Because, at 8 PM we have an appointment with the Andhra Minister, remember?”, as I exclaimed, “Amudha, if I can’t bring Raju today, I will bring him home tomorrow, but you don’t change your mind, okay? Because I need this, Amudha, I so badly want you to do this for me,” my husband exclaimed. “Okay.. okay… aren’t we getting late to go to Andhra?” as I exclaimed, “come let's go,” he said smiling at me and took me along with him in our Car.
My husband enjoyed taking me on a long drive, especially into the forest, because while driving, he loved lifting my Saree along with my Petticoat with his left hand and enjoy feeling up my inner thighs and lick his lips looking at my Panties and insert his hand inside my Panties and play with my Pussy. Today when we entered the deep forest, through the narrow road, as my husband caught my Saree and as he was about to lift my Saree along with my Petticoat and feel up my inner thighs, we noticed a Lorry in the middle of the road, and we could not overtake the Lorry. “Be here, I will tell them to move the Lorry, and make way for us,” my husband exclaimed and got down from the Car. As I sat inside the car, casually, tasting some of the Chocolates and Candies I brought along, and was watching my husband go near the Lorry carrying Mattresses and Beds, he hand signaled me that there was no one inside the Lorry. He stepped on the tire and lifted some of the Mattresses and Beds and looked underneath them and came towards me. As he leaned against my window “what happened, Ram?” I asked. “There is no one inside the Lorry, Amudha. There are a lot of Red Sanders in the Lorry, looks like they are smuggling them illegally,” as my husband was saying, two men in their Lungis carrying heavy red color woods began going towards the Lorry and throwing the woods on to the Lorry. As my husband began going towards them and began talking to them, they identified themselves as the Lorry Driver and the Cleaner of the Lorry. As they began talking, all of a sudden my husband and the two guys began arguing in Telugu, which I could not understand. The tone in which they were arguing began to change and began shouting at my husband and my husband began shouting back. The moment my husband began pulling out his phone from his pocket and began calling someone, they both began begging my husband not to call Cops. When the Lorry Driver looked at our Car Registration number realized that we were from Tamil Nadu and began talking to him in his Broken Tamil, and began begging my husband that he has a wife and kids waiting for him at home, and if my husband calls the cops and gets them arrested he and his friend would have to end up in jail for years, that’s when I understood that they were begging my husband for. Soon the cops in two jeeps arrived, and mercilessly beat up and arrested both the Lorry Driver and the Cleaner, and seized the Lorry full of Red Sanders. As the Cops from one Jeep left along with the Lorry, the Cops from the other Jeep began questioning my husband and I, separately, with Lorry Driver and the Cleaner tied up inside. As the older and senior looking Cop took my husband away from me and began asking questions, the younger and inferior ranking Cop, who looked tall, dark, and ugly, took me away from my husband and to question me. Looking at my lips, he began asking me about my name and where I was from, and as I began answering him that my name was Amudha and I was from Vellore and living in Chennai and stuff, the Cop was shamelessly ogling at my lips. As he began asking me about my age, my family, and my intention to enter the forest, and I began answering him, he continued ogling at my lips, like he was going to kiss them at any time. “Wearing your Bra and Panties inside?” as he asked, “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, as I was shocked that he was asking me about my Bra and Panties I was wearing inside. “Just answer my question,” as he exclaimed, “Sir, this is inappropriate, you are not supposed to be asking a woman about her Undergarments,” I said, with a straight face. “Lady, you don’t know who you are messing with. If you don’t answer my question I may have to remove your Saree and check if you are wearing your Bra and Panties inside to see if you are hiding any Drugs inside your Bra and Panties,” as he said in a bold tone, I got scared. “Sir, I am from a decent family, my husband is a Building Contractor, and we own several Buildings and Apartments in Chennai alone,” as I began saying, “just answer my damn question. Are you wearing your Bra and Panties inside?” he asked in a bold tone. As I began saying I was wearing my Bra and Panties underneath my Saree, I could notice the Cop having a boner in his Pants. “Good. I can see you are wearing a White Color Bra, tell me what Color Panties you were wearing underneath?”, as he asked, since I was nervous, I totally forgot what color Panties I wore underneath my Petticoat, and quickly remembered I wore a brand new Black Panties and answered “Black Panties, Sir.”
“My God, Amudha, looking at you like this is making me so horny that I want to take you to our bedroom and make love to you, but I controlling myself so that I could share you with Raju tonight,” my husband said in an horny tone, scratching his cock over his Pants. “That’s not gonna happen?!” as I exclaimed and smiled at my husband, “why?!” my husband exclaimed. “Because, at 8 PM we have an appointment with the Andhra Minister, remember?”, as I exclaimed, “Amudha, if I can’t bring Raju today, I will bring him home tomorrow, but you don’t change your mind, okay? Because I need this, Amudha, I so badly want you to do this for me,” my husband exclaimed. “Okay.. okay… aren’t we getting late to go to Andhra?” as I exclaimed, “come let's go,” he said smiling at me and took me along with him in our Car.
My husband enjoyed taking me on a long drive, especially into the forest, because while driving, he loved lifting my Saree along with my Petticoat with his left hand and enjoy feeling up my inner thighs and lick his lips looking at my Panties and insert his hand inside my Panties and play with my Pussy. Today when we entered the deep forest, through the narrow road, as my husband caught my Saree and as he was about to lift my Saree along with my Petticoat and feel up my inner thighs, we noticed a Lorry in the middle of the road, and we could not overtake the Lorry. “Be here, I will tell them to move the Lorry, and make way for us,” my husband exclaimed and got down from the Car. As I sat inside the car, casually, tasting some of the Chocolates and Candies I brought along, and was watching my husband go near the Lorry carrying Mattresses and Beds, he hand signaled me that there was no one inside the Lorry. He stepped on the tire and lifted some of the Mattresses and Beds and looked underneath them and came towards me. As he leaned against my window “what happened, Ram?” I asked. “There is no one inside the Lorry, Amudha. There are a lot of Red Sanders in the Lorry, looks like they are smuggling them illegally,” as my husband was saying, two men in their Lungis carrying heavy red color woods began going towards the Lorry and throwing the woods on to the Lorry. As my husband began going towards them and began talking to them, they identified themselves as the Lorry Driver and the Cleaner of the Lorry. As they began talking, all of a sudden my husband and the two guys began arguing in Telugu, which I could not understand. The tone in which they were arguing began to change and began shouting at my husband and my husband began shouting back. The moment my husband began pulling out his phone from his pocket and began calling someone, they both began begging my husband not to call Cops. When the Lorry Driver looked at our Car Registration number realized that we were from Tamil Nadu and began talking to him in his Broken Tamil, and began begging my husband that he has a wife and kids waiting for him at home, and if my husband calls the cops and gets them arrested he and his friend would have to end up in jail for years, that’s when I understood that they were begging my husband for. Soon the cops in two jeeps arrived, and mercilessly beat up and arrested both the Lorry Driver and the Cleaner, and seized the Lorry full of Red Sanders. As the Cops from one Jeep left along with the Lorry, the Cops from the other Jeep began questioning my husband and I, separately, with Lorry Driver and the Cleaner tied up inside. As the older and senior looking Cop took my husband away from me and began asking questions, the younger and inferior ranking Cop, who looked tall, dark, and ugly, took me away from my husband and to question me. Looking at my lips, he began asking me about my name and where I was from, and as I began answering him that my name was Amudha and I was from Vellore and living in Chennai and stuff, the Cop was shamelessly ogling at my lips. As he began asking me about my age, my family, and my intention to enter the forest, and I began answering him, he continued ogling at my lips, like he was going to kiss them at any time. “Wearing your Bra and Panties inside?” as he asked, “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, as I was shocked that he was asking me about my Bra and Panties I was wearing inside. “Just answer my question,” as he exclaimed, “Sir, this is inappropriate, you are not supposed to be asking a woman about her Undergarments,” I said, with a straight face. “Lady, you don’t know who you are messing with. If you don’t answer my question I may have to remove your Saree and check if you are wearing your Bra and Panties inside to see if you are hiding any Drugs inside your Bra and Panties,” as he said in a bold tone, I got scared. “Sir, I am from a decent family, my husband is a Building Contractor, and we own several Buildings and Apartments in Chennai alone,” as I began saying, “just answer my damn question. Are you wearing your Bra and Panties inside?” he asked in a bold tone. As I began saying I was wearing my Bra and Panties underneath my Saree, I could notice the Cop having a boner in his Pants. “Good. I can see you are wearing a White Color Bra, tell me what Color Panties you were wearing underneath?”, as he asked, since I was nervous, I totally forgot what color Panties I wore underneath my Petticoat, and quickly remembered I wore a brand new Black Panties and answered “Black Panties, Sir.”
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