Adultery Indian Wife Plays With Construction Guys (Whore Dance)

[Tunkai]

Feeling too much tired. I'll write the next part after a few days. And this part you all can read.
The sexual part might be missing in this part. But this part is nesseccery for the next part. 
And the next part will be a intersex part. So who don't like that I'll suggest them to skip the next part.

Now enjoy this less sexual episode 

Fatema : Didi, please stop. I need to go to pee.
Purva : Humm. Let's go together.
They quickly got up like two little girls and made a competition like who can go first into the toilet.
Fatema entered first and she was about to sit on the commode but purva pulled her and started kissing her.
They both were hory like crazy.
Purva whispered into her ear, let's lay down on the floor.
Fatema obeyed her and laid on the toilet floor.
Purva laid beside her in 69 position and put her mouth on her pee hole lifting her one leg. Then Purva lifted her leg and pushed her pussy on Fatema's mouth and started pissing.
Fatema also started peeing.
They both were drinking each other's pee like they were drinking a flavored tasty juice.
A large amount of urine was scattered on their face, hair and on the floor.
After finishing the drink they licked each other's pussy and clit for a while and then Purva sat up and again laid beside her, now face to face and started kissing each other.
They were rubbing each other's pussy and peressing their booobs and cuddling each other.
Suddenly Fatema stopped her.
Fatema : Didi,Please stop now. I don't want to orgasm now. Let me stay horny and please continue the story.
Purva: Let's go to the room, then.
Fatema : Like this?
No, Didi. I don't want to bath again or mess the bed now.
You please continue here. 
Purva : Not bad for me. Hehe. 
Anyway, after the initial introductions and some lessons from Munni Bai in front of everyone, Sarpanch Ji again called me and told me to sit on the floor in front of him.
Now he was touching and dangling my boobs and nipples with the thumb of his right leg and rubbing his left leg on my back.
He whispered, “ Oye hoye hoyeee what a figure, what a soft pair of juicy melons, soft skin and and…Ohhh what will I say? Munni take her from here as soon as possible, other I'll start fucking her right now.”
Munni said, that's why the women of the village have stopped the whore dance from our village. You men are so shameless and….
Sarpanch yelled at her and said, ok, ok, no one told you to explain everything in front of everyone.
Now take her and keep her with you. She will be safe there. Teach her everything very well.
Munni Bai asked, Ok. I'm taking her but how will she go? Naked?
Now everyone turned their face at me? Seems if Munnni Bai didn't mention that Naked word then no one would know that I was naked. 
Fatema : Hehe.
Purva : But as my clothes were wet so they were deciding what I could wear?
Finally a man ran out whose house was nearby and brought an old torn dirty lungi.
He gave me that lungi.
I wrapped that lungi around my waist and put the Gamcha on my shoulders to cover my boobs. My back was fully uncovered and my boobs were dangling.
Thus I came out with Munni Bai and started walking with her.
A few men and Ramu were still following us.
But Munni Bai yelled at them and they stopped following us.
The curious eyes were staring at me but as I was with Munni Bai, no one was saying anything.
But I was feeling awkward. 
Fatema : But you had already walked naked in public before.
Purva : Yes. But even I was feeling ashamed. Don't know why? I think walking naked was easier than walking in a dirty lungi.
Fatema : Hihi.that's true. He he..
Purva : He he. Anyway, we soon left the main road and took a narrow muddy path through some huts in the woods. There were single bricks laid through the path in one foot gaps.
We were putting our steps on the bricks.
The woods became dense and the huts were disappearing behind the trees.
After 5 minutes of walking I saw a big two storey mansion. Very old. One part of the mansion had broken completely. And the rest of it had been restored many years ago.
It was standing in the middle of the woods like a haunted house.
As I was nearing the house I could hear some music. 
A very sweet female voice was singing a very old classical song accompanied with Tabla and Harmonium. And some sounds of Ghungroo were coming.
When we reached and stood in front of the huge and heavy wooden door my heart started pounding in anticipation.
The door was locked but there was a small cutout door in the huge main door.
Munni Bai knocked on that tiny sub door.
A very raucous voice asked from inside, “ Kaun Hai re?”
Munni Bai answered, Maushi, it's me, Munni.
A very old eunuch wearing white saree opened the door and said, come Munni. Where did you go in this awkward time?
Munni smiled and said, I had an important job, Maushi.
Munni entered and then politely invited me inside, come, Purva, come in.
The old eunuch looked at me with curious and widened eyes and then asked, Arree Munni? Who is she? Where did you lift up this beautiful girl? Looks like she is not an eunuch. 
Munni Bai smiled and said, No Maushi, she is not a Hijra like us. But she is going to stay with us for a couple of days. 
The old lady said, But it seems that she is from the city and a very rich woman.
What's her purpose to stay here with us?
Munni said, Maushi, I'll explain everything to you. But before let us get in and take her some rest. She is restless and hungry.
We went in. There were at least 12 usable rooms in that house. In one room there were 4 to 5 Hijras used to live. 
After entering the gate there was a big square shaped ground or a yard, whatever you wish to say. And the rooms were surrounding the ground.
We stood in the middle of the yard. 
All the eunuchs rushed out from their rooms and the veranda.
They all were staring at me with curious and enthusiastic eyes. All were quaring to Munni Bai about me and also quaring to me about me.
Some were softly lifting or pulling my hair, some were cuddling me or measuring my boobs size or my soft skin.
After the warm welcome and introduction I went with Munnni Bai to her room.
Two more Hijra were sharing the same room.
One woman went to another room for me.
When we entered the house the classical dance and singing had stopped.
But after I entered the room the program had started again. They were actually performing their daily practice.
Munni Bai gave me an old ordinary but washed saree and blouse.
She used to wear those clothes.
She gave me a fresh towel also and told me to go to the bathroom and take a bath first.
The bathroom was behind the rooms. It was one of the common bathroom cum toilets among the four, also very dirty and dark. 
Anyway, I took my bath and after that came out. 
After almost two days I was wearing something decent and proper cloth. But that was also a Hijra's used cloth.
I sat on the veranda with Munni Bai, among some Hijras, my legs were dangling to the ground.
They were chit chatting with me. The song and dancing were going on.
A group of Hijras came in with their Dhol and cotton bags.
A middle aged woman came out and took the bundles of money from them.
Munni Bai was introducing me to everyone.
Some of them were wearing lungi or shorts and they were topless. They didn't have any boobs like a woman should have.
Only their chests were soft and a little puffy.
Some of them had no long hair or some of them were roaming with bald hair. They had hair on their legs and arms, even had a beard on their face and a few of them were shaving their beard, sitting at a corner of the veranda.

The atmosphere was totally different. I was not familiar with that.
I had no ideas about the Hijras and their community.
The song stopped and an aged Hijra called a few very young girls who were wearing frocks and I didn't know if they were adults or not.
Were they girls or boys who looked like girls or were they also Hijras, I didn't have any idea.
They started dancing and the aged Hijra was teaching them.
I was watching the dance and also I was attending and answering everyone with a constant gentle on my face.
But suddenly my smile vanished when the aged Hijra called me and told me to dance.
I was not mentally prepared for that.
But Munni Bai and the others insisted on me. I was hesitating. But when the aged teacher yelled at me with her heavy raucous voice, I couldn't ignore her.
She told the Tabla player and the Harmonium player to play a rhythm and she started clapping with that rhythm and started giving rhythm with her voice. We called it Bol in our Kathak dance language.
She started, “ Tat Tat Dhin Dha”...
And my legs and eyes started responding shily.
She continued with the Bol and I continued my dance. 
In between she was stopping but I was continuing my dance with the Tabla rhythm.
When she was stopping she was slightly scolding me and telling me to give proper expression without being shy.
And then she was changing the rhythm.
But I don't know why my shyness was not going away from me. 
Maybe it was a mental blockage from my childhood that I was unable to give a performance in front of the audiences.
The teacher, whose name was Saroja probably, noticed that shyness and told me to stop.
Then she got up from her seat and came to me. She started observing me from top to bottom.
She was walking around me and measuring every inch of my body with her eyes.
She then held the edge of my saree and said, 
Shaali Chhinaal, I've heard that you've traveled in a crowded train with the laborers wearing nothing and let them fuck you in a crowded running train, all the night.
And now you're having shame? Shaali Randi, I'll snatch your clothes if you can't give proper expression.
I was sweating heavily.
When she was yelling at me my legs were tumbling, tears came out from my eyes.
She was standing behind me. But slowly came to my front and looking at me sobbing she laughed mischievously, Ha ha ha haaaaa, what do you think? Will your tears save you?
You bloody fool. Why did you come here?
Why? Answer me.
I became more nervous and lowered my head.
She shouted again, what happened? Answer me, you slut. 
Thus you want to entertain the horny men? Shily standing and crying in front of them?
Munni Bai was trying to say something but she stopped her and then looked at me.
She ordered me, Look at my eyes.
LOOK.
She boldly shouted..
I looked at her eyes nervously.
She said, now don't remove your contact with my eyes. Don't look anywhere. Only look at my eyes. 
Now dance.
She started saying the Bol and I started dancing.
Her Bol was changing and my movement was also changing.
She was standing just a foot away from me.
I tried to look at Munni Bai, sitting at my left corner at a distance. But Saroja Mashi swiftly lifted her thin stick and bit on my arm and shouted, don't look anywhere, only in my eyes..
The Tabla was playing only and Saroja Mashi was giving me instructions.
Oh, I forgot to say that the Tabla player and the Harmonium player were Men. They were around their 40’s.
Munni Bai once shouted, Saroja Mashi, leave her for today. She must be tired.
Saroja Mashi turned towards her and widened her eyes and said, A true slut never feels tired. She has to entertain a dozens of Ugly-horny-lusty men, 
Fat-thin-tall men,
Hungry- rich-poor men,
King- Royal and Beggar men.
Understand?
Everyone started laughing.
I had stopped dancing for a moment when she was rhyming those words looking at Munni Bai.
She finished her poetry and turned towards me.
Fatema : And bit you again?
Purva : No, not exactly but her words were more devastating than beating, ha ha.
After puking some slang on me she said, Now, you've to disrobe your shyness.
Come on, dance with me.
Saying that, Saroja Mashi started dancing.
She said, follow me. Keep your eye contact with me and just move your legs and your eyes.
Uh haa, not like this.
Wait. 
Continue dancing..
She came closer and started fixing my jaw lines with every expression.
Then she realized something and told me to stop.
Then she brought a pair of ghungroo and tied them on my ankles. 
Then Saroja Mashi started dancing with me.
A girl started singing Radhika Bandana, a song that shows Radhika's perturbation about Shri Krishna.
And how she was dancing was mesmerizing.
I started to follow her looking at her eyes.
Slowly my hesitation and the discomfort I was feeling started fading away and I was dancing flawlessly.
After the dance session ended Saroja Mashi came closer and hugged me and started tapping my back.
Everyone was clapping and cheering.
Saroja Mashi said, That's it Purva. That's it.
Come out from your introvertness.
You're a very good dancer.
Now go and take a rest.
Be familiar with the girls.
Fatema : I had thought that they would remove your clothes and compelled you to dance naked!!
Purva : Huh, this is not a story dear, what do you imagine that will happen to me? It was a real life experience.
Fatema : Anyway, what happened next?
Purva : After a simple dinner with the group of Hijras I went to a room with Munni Bai and another Hijra. 
His name was Bulbul.
Fatema : He? 
Purva : Yes, he. Because Bulbul had been born as a male, grown up as a male. His internal and external sex organs were of a male. But his hormonal disorder compelled him to react as a female. He wanted to become a girl. But his financial condition was not enough for the complicated therapy and the cosmetic operations.
Anyway, I'll explain everything about Hijras later.
Fatema : Ok, ok. Tell me what happened next.
Did you sleep or had sex with that Bulbul? After all, he was a male. 
Purva : Will you please stop assuming everything and let me tell you what happened in reality ? Huh?
Fatema :oops, sorry Didi, please continue. Please……