Adultery Amudha's Escapades Chapter 1,2,3,4, 5, 6, and 7 (COMPLETED)

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The Lorry Driver walking towards my husband, choking my husband’s neck, “how dare you mess with us, it is because of you we lost Tons of Red Sanders, you know what is the Value of it, you stupid dog,” as the Lorry Driver began yelling at my husband in his broken Tamil, the Cleaner came in front of me and looking at me standing only in my Yellow Blouse and Yellow Petticoat, began ogling at me from head to toe, and resting his eyes all over navel, and then he brought his eyes up and looking into my eyes, he began telling something in Telugu, softly.  “Sorry, I don’t understand Telugu.  Please let us go, I know it was my husband’s fault for getting you arrested, and I want to apologize to you for my husband’s behavior,” as I began saying, “Babu!” the Lorry Driver called, and as he began telling the Cleaning something in Telugu, “Babu… No.. Please,” my husband began begging the Cleaner who was ogling at me.  As the Cleaner began licking his lips, ogling at me and began saying something to the Lorry Driver mentioning his name “Hari Anna,” in the middle.  “Please let her go, Hari” as my husband was begging the Lorry Driver, and the cleaner whispered something to me and began grabbing my Ass Cheeks over my Yellow Petticoat, brushing his chest against my boobs over my Yellow Blouse and whispering something to me in Telugu, looking at my lips.  Though I could not understand Telugu fully, I could clearly feel that he was horny and was telling me how my ass cheeks in my Yellow Petticoat feel in his hands and how my boobs in my Yellow Blouse feel against his chest.  And me being a Lady, who was into dirty, uneducated, uncivilized, rude, unhygienic men, and ugly men, after my encounters with the Auto Drivers, began shamelessly enjoying the way this Red Sander Smuggler was feeling up my ass cheeks over my Yellow Petticoat, brushing his Chest against my Boobs over my Yellow Blouse, and whispering something looking at my lips.  “Hari, tell him to let her Go,” my husband began begging the Smuggler who was near him.  Though I was horny and was enjoying the way this ugly Red Sander Smuggler named Babu was feeling up my Ass Cheeks over my Yellow Petticoat and brushing his Chest over my Boobs in my Yellow Blouse, “Please don’t do this, I am married, I have kids, please,” I begged, so that my husband wouldn’t know that I was enjoying myself.  As the Cleaner was feeling me up my super ugly, which was making me super horny, and as he began taking into his complete embrace and began kissing my lips with his filthy lips, for a moment or two, I began kissing his lips back, and quickly realized my husband was watching and the Lorry Driver to tell the Cleaner who was feeling me up nicely and kissing my lips to stop, and I stopped kissing his lips back.  Though I stopped kissing his lips back, the Cleaner continued enjoying feeling me up and kissing my lips nicely, “my God, mmmm what a new feeling,” I began telling myself and began totally enjoying myself.  “Hari, if you don’t stop him, I am gonna fucking kill you,” as my husband began shouting at him, the Lorry Driver kicked my husband on the chest, making him fall backwards along with this chair he was tied on to.  The Cleaner, who had taken me into his complete embrace, feeling my boobs in my yellow Blouse against his chest, began watching the way my husband had fallen along with the chair he was tied on to, with his cheek against my cheek, feeling up my Ass cheeks over my Yellow Petticoat nicely, instead of feeling sorry for my husband who had fallen backwards along with his chair, realizing that my husband could not see me, began shamelessly enjoying the way the Cleaner was feeling me up and enjoying himself.  While the Lorry Driver knelt down and began holding my husband’s shirt collar and began yelling at my husband and my husband began yelling at him back and were having a violent argument, the Cleaner began kissing my lips, hugging me tight and feeling up my ass cheeks over my Yellow Petticoat nicely.  Realizing that my husband could not see me from the angle in which he was on the floor, I cheekily began kissing Babu’s lips back passionately and enjoying myself.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” he was moaning, saying something in Telugu, which I did not understand, but I could clearly understand that he was enjoying himself, and so was I.  “Ram ….. Ram …. Ram…. nooooooo….. Nooooo…!” I began screaming, so that my husband wouldn't suspect me that I was enjoying myself, and began kissing Babu’s lips nicely.  The way I was kissing Babu’s lips was driving him crazy, and grabbing me by my hair, he said something in Telugu which I could not understand, and he began kissing my lips grabbing me by my hair, I began kissing his lips nicely.  “Mmmmmmm…..” he exclaimed pausing kissing my lips and looking at my lips, and pinching my lips gently, he was saying something in Telugu, which I could not understand, but in the middle he mentioned the English word “Sweet” from which I could clearly understand that he was telling me that my lips were sweet.  I get it all the time, all the guys (and some Gurls) who have kissed my lips have all said that my lips tastes sweet, probably the Cleaner kissing my lips and telling me that my lips taste sweet probably because of the Candies I ate in the Car.  His lips tasted the opposite of mine, his lips and mouth were full of the taste of tobacco, and though it was a different taste than Beedi, the texture of his lips, which were dark and burnt, began reminding of my Raju’s dark and burnt lips, I began ignoring the Cleaner’s bad breath and began enjoying myself kissing his lips back.  In fact I was enjoying myself kissing the young cleaner’s lips back, and was enjoying the way he was feeling me up was because he began reminding me of my Nephew Arjun, with whom I had a lot of kinky sexual encounters, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and made sure he enjoyed as well, and I was missing him already.  The way the young cleaner who was of my Nephew Arjun’s age, was feeling me up and kissing me all over, continued reminding me of my Nephew Arjun, whom I have been missing so much, and making me horny.