24-01-2026, 12:51 AM
Chapter-54:
At Tanvi and Sanjoth's House:
"Sanju, can we make this another day please? I am really not ready to meet them at this point", Tavi came out from her bedroom and asked her husband who was getting ready.
"Why? Are you not well? It's just a friendly gathering, nothing much to it", Sanjoth became sullen right away.
"No...It's not that. We just had a very open conversation about our life today and I want to spend tonight alone with you...only with you", Tanvi replied with what she had in her mind.
"Well, I am not sure of it...it's already late to cancel, Tanvi"
"Tell Upendraji that I am not well, or make up something...and, Sanjoth?", she paused with an eyebrow raised high.
"What?", he saw that unspoken question on his wife's beautiful face.
Her lips curved into an irresistible smile that made his already hard cock to twitch inside his pants, "Aaand...if you make him agree, you will get something in return", Tanvi smiled seductively as she lifted her right foot up a little to show her sculpted legs.
Sanjoth caught the sight and for a moment he wondered why he went after the older women when he had such a beautiful creature at home. But then again, his brain went back to the musky flavor of Safiya's large pussy and the vulgar noises of them sucking with hard slaps of their bodies that made him go weak and crazy with lust. "Let me see", he picked up his cellphone and watched his wife moving towards him by removing her tee-shirt away from her torso to expose her bra-covered breasts.
"Hi, Upendraji", Sanjoth got the line connected with a gasp leaving from his lips as his wife tugged his jeans down to his knees.
Tanvi heard her husband mumbling something over some reply that came from the other end of the call.
"Ji, yes, I called to say that we cannot make it tonight because Tanvi has a fever and is not in a good shape to come over", another gasp came out from his mouth when he felt his hardened rod being fondled by his wife's soft hands.
"Oh no, that's bad...but, I am so sorry Upendraji, I can come alone if that makes your a bit better but with Tanvi in fever, I think I should stay with her", he stopped in between as suddenly Tanvi used her mouth to gobble his penis at one shot.
"Yes, true...so sorry, we will make it tomorrow", Sanjoth bit his lips from moaning as Tanvi sucked his shaft long and deep into her mouth. She got his full penis in her, and seemed relaxed and enjoying his cock's presence.
"Ji, okay...Will do, sorry again, Upendraji", Sanjoth had to hold her from head to stop bobbing when he sensed his seed would erupt in seconds. He had to focus with all his attention to stop her, and also stop his balls from releasing.
"What did he say?", Tanvi asked without removing her lips away from his penis.
"He was disappointed as they are all ready to welcome us", he replied with a grunt.
"Who are 'they'?", Tanvi's tongue flicked below his cock-head, creating a shudder and elicited a low moan from him.
"Khurramji, Safiyaji, Mahiji, Mehtaji and Mimi", Sanjoth had to forcefully stop his wife's head from moving back and forth.
"Let them wait...now, come inside, dear husband...let me give you more of this", Tanvi hissed and smiled wickedly by standing up from her knees.
"Why don't we do it here?", he asked back.
"Here? Anyone could catch us if they look this side", Tanvi was shocked and horrified as she pointed at the large window of their living that had it's curtain opened and held at both sides, and it looked like everything inside their living room could be seen if anyone looked towards it, even though not that easy because the unit was higher than ground level where Mehta's house, Mini-Jungle and Swimming Pool were. But, still, if someone stood at the Swimming Pool area, it was not difficult to see the inside of their living room, a shiver went into Tanvi's back when she thought it was the same view of their master bedroom that was adjacent to the living room...even if they went inside to bedroom, she made a mental note to keep the curtains closed...always!
"No one can see us even if they looked at this side, see", Sanjoth turned to face the window and opened the curtains further. "This apartment is one floor higher than the ground and even if someone sees us, who cares? We are husband and wife and this is our home"
"Let's go to the bedroom please", Tanvi requested once again.
"No Tanvi, I changed the plans as you said, and now it's your turn", Sanjoth sat on the three seater couch and spread his legs to project his rod towards her playfully.
"Ew...stop that, Sanju", she smiled back with the same playfulness. Tanvi resigned and glided forward.
"No, stand and strip for me first", he said loudly in a stern voice.
"I said, strip slut! You are stripping for that old man Khurram. Can't you see your husband watching from outside? Now do it!", Sanjoth barked.
"What! No! Anyone can see me like this. At least close the curtains Sanju", Tanvi was mortified but at the same time, a sharp tickle came from her vagina when she thought of anyone catching her naked. Yet, with discomfort and discreet thrill of someone looking at her, Tanvi stood up and removed her top, making her upper body naked. She blinked her eyes properly to take a good look outside but as it was night, outside was dark...she couldn't see anything except a few yellow lights at the swimming pool. Immediately, another sharp voltage passed through her spine "Would Khurramji be there...and looking here?". Then without looking at her husband, she removed her skirt and let it fall to the floor...and stood completely naked to the world...or rather...to Khurram!
"I am not your husband slut! I am a dirty old man with muscles much bigger than your Sanjoth. He cannot stand outside even if he wants to. I said strip!", he raised his voice with a serious face.
Tanvi realized the fantasy that her husband was playing at. Deep inside it was exactly what she wanted, even though she wouldn't admit it herself.
"So, what will you do if Sanjoth comes over here, Khurramji?", her lips were curled and her face changed it's demeanour.
"I will kick him and throw outside of this house. He is no match to me and you know it. You have seen me working out with you in the gym, haven't you? Look at this thing, slut...this will consume you in a moment. So, show me everything you have only given to your husband till now", his words were filthy and contained all his dirty and creative imaginations.
"Are you going to bang me, Khurramji?", Tanvi's lips curled as she looked at her husband with her new-found knowledge of his musings. He wanted to have a role-play with her.
"Yes, if you don't listen, I will do it and you know Sanjoth cannot do anything even if wants to. So, strip! And, make it slow so that he can understand that you are my slut!"
"Please don't do anything to me, Khurramji, please don't hurt my husband", Tanvi played along and paraded her nakedness to her husband.
Sanjoth couldn't believe what he witnessed. It was a lewd sight...it was unbelievable...never in their married life did his wife display such willingness to go with his lewd request. The way she stood naked, oozing sexual intensity all over face was a thing that never happened. She didn't even bother to cover herself with her hands. His shaft twitched as it pumped more blood through its veins. At first he was doubtful to use Khurram for his role-play but the way he felt imagining Khurram to take his wife stopped all the rational thinking that he ideally should have carried.
"What are you waiting for? Turn around first and show me what you got, slut!", he added the word 'slut' with purpose. He wanted to see how much she could take and it also helped to ease his mindset. He was deeply troubled after spilling his vile secrets and vulgar musings about his wife and other men and now calling his wife 'slut' gave a sort of mental peace.
"Don't call me that Sanjoth!", her retort was immediate but she turned to her back displaying her unprotected body to him.
"I will do whatever I want, you bitch! You offered yourself willingly to someone other than your husband and why are you ashamed when I call you slut? Now, bend forward and show me properly what you are offering", his brain went into overdrive.
"Why am I doing this? And, why am I getting so excited when he calls me slut? Nante'ko'tta ('oh-god' in Japanese)! Is it because I am a real slut? Eventhough I didn't tell him everything, Khurramji saw everything I have, I am a slut", with such thoughts Tanvi bent herself forward by thrusting her ass-cheeks towards her husband. Her vagina was moist...though Sanjoth couldn't see it through her thick black bush.
"Now turn and look at me, and tell me how big I am compared to your husband", he asked with a bark.
Tanvi was mortified. But, she turned to face him and whispered by looking into her husband's eyes..."You are so huge...so big than Sanjoth", her mouth spilled the words but her brain was shouting the opposite as her head played the images of the enormous thing that she sucked earlier and in comparison to it, Sanjoth was absolutely nothing...it was a like a kid's toy.
"Tell me slut...do you like this old man servicing you? Does your husband fuck like how I do? Does he have the stamina that I have?", Sanjoth stopped her head from dipping down to his groin.
"No Khurramji...he is nothing compared to you...he can't do anything with his toy...I know you are going to give me everything I wanted, Khurramji", Tanvi wondered why she was saying such nonsense but, when saw her husband squirming in his seat with completely unbridled face. She leaned forward and licked his shaft once and looked up to check his reaction.
"Oh-Fuck! Suck me like you sucked your stupid husband...make sure you do it better, slut!", Sanjoth was about to cum and when his wife gave a few wet licks to his rod, that was more than he could handle.
By looking at his state, Tanvi knew it. Instead of making him cum quickly, she decided to make it slow. She licked his small-sized scrotum and kept her eyes in contact with him. He gasped and thrusted his cock further towards her mouth. Instead of sucking it in, she used her hands to grab his hips and pulled it forward to her breasts. Without losing her momentum, she captured her husband's penis between her soft and full breasts.
"Is this how you like it? Am I doing it like Safiyaji?", she asked, looking straight into his eyes. She felt the carnal thrill of requital seeping into her brain "tit-for-tat", she grinned internally "you-take-it-Sanju!". On a side thought, she felt like she was in fact servicing the inhuman penis instead of the one she held in hand. The image of a brown, giant of Khurram sitting naked in front of her and instructing her to service his venomous penis made her cunt puke a large dollop of hot precum out of it's clamped lips. Her spine shivered at the mere image of Khurram's menacing penis once again looming in front of her. She sucked Sanjoth's cock hard with a forceful motion of her mouth.
Sanjoth felt his cock to explode any moment and doubted if his wife was actually giving head to him or to the old man.
"Look at your husband who is helplessly watching us, slut! He can't do anything when you are cheating him with me or maybe he will run to my wife for revenge!", Sanjothe blabbering as the pleasure peaked.
Tanvi stopped suddenly and pulled out his penis from her mouth with eyes widened when she heard what her husband just blurted.
"So, you like me cheating on my husband?", her question was sudden and took Sanjoth off guard.
"Yess, I like it. I want to make you my personal slut and will offer you to all my friends while your silly boy husband can go have fun with my old lady", his answer was dreamy.
"What do you want me to do, Khurramji", her voice was coarse and heavy.
"I want you to lick my balls, suck them, and worship my cock without a question, now do it slut!", Sanjoth shouted at his wife with exhilarating enthusiasm.
"Like this?", she hissed again as she nose-dived to suck one of his balls inside her sweltering mouth and rolled it with her long tongue.
"I see your husband begging my wife to suck him like you do...but she can't do it...she don't know how to suck it properly", Sanjoth hissed back.
"Do you want me to suck your thing now, Khurramji?, Tanvi asked, removing her lips from his scrotum.
"Ye...yesss...I will cum noww", Sanjoth shouted and suddenly moaned as Tanvi left his penis and stood up.
"So, you liked how Safiyaji did it, right?", she asked with a smirk on her face.
"What? Sorry I got lost. Make me cum, slut", he barked.
"I am not 'the' slut...but you are, Sanju...I didn't do anything that you said...it was all your dirty imagination...but, I have seen how you enjoyed doing things with that woman", she paused and took a deep breath..."Now, if you want me to repeat it, come inside...not here", Tanvi updated him about her intentions and walked into their bedroom by swaying her buttocks cajoling him. Deep in her head, she cursed herself for keeping her darkest secrets and not being truthful to her husband "at least he came clean with me...I am a bad person", that was the thought that ran through her.
"What the fuck happened just now!!", Sanjoth couldn't comprehend that his wife denied him but, he also realized what she said was true. He had no option other than behaving like a good child.
They had a quick and fast session once inside and slept tired. Early next morning, Tanvi woke up and with one look at her husband lying peacefully with the deflated penis, she felt bad. Her mind wandered on what actually was happening to them.
"Did he like me being with other men? Is that what he wanted to see? Possibly yes, that's the reason why he is persistent on asking what I did with Khurramji. Or was it the other way round? Maybe he likes older women like Safiyaji? Yes it should be like that. Otherwise, why would he be chasing other women when he have me or am I not doing all those dirty things that he wants me to do? Oh-God, this is so confusing. I need to talk to him and make him come out of his depravities" Tanvi was consumed in her thoughts as she made breakfast.
Sanjoth woke up with a start. He was immersed in wild dreams where he was manhandled by Safiya and Mahi wher they made him perform slave-games. For a moment he was disoriented and a moment later, registered where he physically was. The weight of Khurram's words loomed heavy. He knew there was no option than biding to what he asked. The fact of his wife becoming a plaything to the old man didn't bother him for some reason. He was more focused on how he would get the next chance to be with Safiya and also the thrill of having Mahi excited beyond his limits.
"Let's go for some shopping Tanvi", Sanjoth announced after he had his breakfast.
"Why? Is there any event that I am not aware of?", Tanvi's brain piqued.
"Oh, nothing that important. I thought that as we are going to Upendraji's house today, I will get you something new, that's all", he conveniently kept the fact that Khurram specifically told him to make her wear knee-length skirt and sleeveless-blouse.
"Oh okay, then let's go. I have been wanting to buy some new tops and leggings", Tanvi got interested immediately.
"Sure, that too", he muffled his comment.
Later that afternoon, they reached one of the biggest mall in city and got busy with shopping spree. Sanjoth assumed the role of a very supportive husband while Tanvi selected her apparels. Once done, he knew the main thing was missing. He took her for a coffee and opened the topic.
"You know Tanvi, I remember you wearing nice Skirts and Tops during our early marriage days. Why are you wearing any such clothes now? Do you fell shy or something?"
"What! No, I am not shy but Sanju, should I remind you that now we have kids and I cannot wear skirts and all that...it's more college style...I am already in my thirties...common...I can't wear those dresses anymore", she turned dismissive.
"Common'yaar, Tanvi? First of all, you ARE young, not old, okay? And I love to see you in such clothes than the usual Kurti's and Tops that you wear now-a-days. They make you look too serious, Tanvi"
"No they don't!", her rejection was quicker than he finished his statements.
"Of course, deny all you wnat...but you clearly know you are denying a fact that you don't want to admit. Look, why don't you buy a nice skirt and wear it tonight? Let's give them a heart attack", Sanjoth laughed to make the tense air to go easy.
"Oh no, I can't...you are asking too much. I can't wear that in front of them", Tanvi felt a pinch of electricity stirring from her groin and travelling through spine when she thought of the latex dress that she tried without Sanjoth's knowledge. She knew she would look hot in skirt that would show her flawlessly shaped legs but, she wasn't the one to admit it openly.
"Common'yaar Tanvi, for me...Let's buy one set at least", as he said, he stood up and pulled her hand.
Showing her unwillingness, Tanvi followed his suit till he reached a branded shop in the mall that carried a wide range of Western dressing collection.
"Try this one", Sanjoth pointed at a floral skirt and it's matching strapped top with entire arms naked. A spaghetti strapped top.
Though acting visibly shocked at his suggestion, she took the dress and went inside the dressing room. Once inside, she took a deep breath and removed what she wore and stood in her panty and bra taking a good look at her fair skin. She was toned...shapely...and voluptuously so....she knew how hot she looked. Her Japanese heritage made her something special beyond a normal Indian's imagination. She pulled the skirt to her waist and noticed how it fitted her frame like an angelic beauty. The skirt was pleated with two slits at it's sides running up to her upper thighs and it stopped one inch above her knee caps. Then, she wore the top and found that it looked like she was half-naked by wearing it. The white straps of her bra stood outside and in vertical contrast to the black top that had naked straps that hooked to her shoulders.
Somehow, gathering her confidence, she opened the door and presented herself to her husband.
"Wow! You look amazing. It's better than the actual model of this dress", the comment came from the Sales Girl who stood behind Sanjoth making both of them jump at once.
"Thank you, but it is too revealing, Sanju", Tanvi wanted it so bad but had to make a gesture.
"Nothing doing, we are taking it", he decided for them. Deep inside, Sanjoth was worried and thrilled to see his wife who looked far better than a real model. Her body was perfect in all senses. Her breasts were sized enough to make anyone drool and her ass-curve was so angled that any dick would die to taste her globules.
"Madam, you really look so lovely in this dress, okay", the Sales Girl reminded Tanvi of her newly made friend Sylvie with whom she met in very similar circumstances few months earlier.
"Thank you but, I am not sure if I would ever wear the top because I have arm hair and I don't usually shave", Tanvi returned it back with a polite comment.
"Madam, trust me, no one would even notice it if YOU wear this dress. Anyone will be dazzled by your beauty", the Sales Girl couldn't hide her honest opinion. She in fact had never seen someone who oozed such radiance of both beauty and skin-tone. There was no hair on her body...like a thoroughly waxed sculpture. Tanvi's yellow tone glowed with the shop's light making the sales-girl to wonder if this woman was actually the man's wife or just came from some Asian country to visit India.
"I am not sure of it", Tanvi was still apprehensive.
"Don't worry Madam, if you want to check, we have more, we have many of such dresses and some of it are not this revealing as well", the Sales Girl chided.
"Oh no, please..this itself is more than I bargained for"
"Please come here anytime Madam, I can help you, okay", the Sales Girl handed over her card to the beautiful woman.
"Sure, see you later dear", Tanvi smiled and hugged the girl for a moment making her startle and smile at the same time.
"Okay, as we found the dress, I need a bra that goes with it because all I have are colored ones and this top needs a skin toned bra", Tanvi told lher husband.
"Why? Can't you go without it?"
Tanvi paused for a moment to look at Sanjoth with unbelieving eyes. She imagined her husband didn't propose something this atrocious.
"Why? Are you surprised? I have seen many at my office without bra and they look decent to me", he continued.
"Sanjoth! I am NOT doing that okay. If you even think for a moment about it, let's stop this right now", she was furious but at the same time she felt a spark from her spine just with the mere thought of how she would look without a bra.
"Okay okay, let's not fight it. You go an buy the one that you want to, no problem", he conceded as he didn't need to have a bad aura further to the big night.
Once they reached home, Tanvi went straight to toilet and started preparing herself. While in shower, she thought of shaving her armpit and with conflicting thoughts, and decided against it as she couldn't make up her mind on why she need to do it for someone else's pleasure. Using her body lotion heavily, she rinsed herself and surprisingly noticed how much her pussy was watering. After finishing her shower, she reached her closed bedroom and started wearing her attire for the night.
Sanjoth was anxious and nervous beyond control. His head was filled with conflicting and in idescent thoughts at once. He was scared that once the night was over, his marriage wouldn't last and at the same time he knew that he would become Safiya or Mahi's pet. In every version of his vile imagination, he knew it was going to be in his favor with a with a bit of difficulty to adjust his wife. He was least bothered about his children as the only thing that prompted his thoughts mas his cock that finalized his decisions, and his body obeyed.
Tanvi took her skin colored strap bra in hand and wondered if she was going ahead with it. But then, her mind was also on similar situation like her husband's. Every second she spend on grooming seemed like a desperate hour waiting to meet the wretched old man and it made her pussy grow more wetter. She wore the bra and looked into the mirror and gasped audibly. It seemed like she was naked, stark naked, except her nipples weren't visible...the color of the bra gelled into her skin like an extension. She took the panty that she bought as a set and wore it. Her shock was instant...her jet-black pubic hair prodded through the thin apparel making it very much visible and the final view was like she standing naked, utterly naked without anything covering her body. She wore the skirt and then the top and then peoceeded to pull her straight black hair to make it into a ponytail high up on her head. Once again she stared into the mirror to check her reflection. She was presented with a view of a stunning young woman with lots of fair skin showing from neck down, lots of shoulder skin showing outside and a bit of cleavage and tons of naked legs. As she twirled around to check her back, she moaned to her embarrassment. Her backside was open till her lower back. The top coverd only the front portion and left the backside blank and open. It wad outrageous...erotic...making her pussy splatter more liquid...yet, she carried herself head-on to hit the night that her husband planned.
Sanjoth's heart stopped the moment his eyes got feasted with the vision of his wife coming out from the bedroom. For few seconds, he couldn't muster any kind of reaction and failed to respond. It was few moments later that his brain brought the ray of enlightenment. "She's my wife! And I am presenting her wilfully to those dirty bastartds. What the fuck am I doing? She's the mother of my two children. If this night goes as Khurram intend to, I will be left with no one in this world. Oh-God! I need to stop this madness", Sanjoth was about to say something when his cellphone rang.
"Hi Upendraji", he picked the call and saw Tanvi's face falling.
"Yes-yes Upendraji, we are about to leave from here. Oh-yes, she is feeling much better now, thank you so much for asking", he disconnected the line and saw his wife's looking at him with questions.
At Tanvi and Sanjoth's House:
"Sanju, can we make this another day please? I am really not ready to meet them at this point", Tavi came out from her bedroom and asked her husband who was getting ready.
"Why? Are you not well? It's just a friendly gathering, nothing much to it", Sanjoth became sullen right away.
"No...It's not that. We just had a very open conversation about our life today and I want to spend tonight alone with you...only with you", Tanvi replied with what she had in her mind.
"Well, I am not sure of it...it's already late to cancel, Tanvi"
"Tell Upendraji that I am not well, or make up something...and, Sanjoth?", she paused with an eyebrow raised high.
"What?", he saw that unspoken question on his wife's beautiful face.
Her lips curved into an irresistible smile that made his already hard cock to twitch inside his pants, "Aaand...if you make him agree, you will get something in return", Tanvi smiled seductively as she lifted her right foot up a little to show her sculpted legs.
Sanjoth caught the sight and for a moment he wondered why he went after the older women when he had such a beautiful creature at home. But then again, his brain went back to the musky flavor of Safiya's large pussy and the vulgar noises of them sucking with hard slaps of their bodies that made him go weak and crazy with lust. "Let me see", he picked up his cellphone and watched his wife moving towards him by removing her tee-shirt away from her torso to expose her bra-covered breasts.
"Hi, Upendraji", Sanjoth got the line connected with a gasp leaving from his lips as his wife tugged his jeans down to his knees.
Tanvi heard her husband mumbling something over some reply that came from the other end of the call.
"Ji, yes, I called to say that we cannot make it tonight because Tanvi has a fever and is not in a good shape to come over", another gasp came out from his mouth when he felt his hardened rod being fondled by his wife's soft hands.
"Oh no, that's bad...but, I am so sorry Upendraji, I can come alone if that makes your a bit better but with Tanvi in fever, I think I should stay with her", he stopped in between as suddenly Tanvi used her mouth to gobble his penis at one shot.
"Yes, true...so sorry, we will make it tomorrow", Sanjoth bit his lips from moaning as Tanvi sucked his shaft long and deep into her mouth. She got his full penis in her, and seemed relaxed and enjoying his cock's presence.
"Ji, okay...Will do, sorry again, Upendraji", Sanjoth had to hold her from head to stop bobbing when he sensed his seed would erupt in seconds. He had to focus with all his attention to stop her, and also stop his balls from releasing.
"What did he say?", Tanvi asked without removing her lips away from his penis.
"He was disappointed as they are all ready to welcome us", he replied with a grunt.
"Who are 'they'?", Tanvi's tongue flicked below his cock-head, creating a shudder and elicited a low moan from him.
"Khurramji, Safiyaji, Mahiji, Mehtaji and Mimi", Sanjoth had to forcefully stop his wife's head from moving back and forth.
"Let them wait...now, come inside, dear husband...let me give you more of this", Tanvi hissed and smiled wickedly by standing up from her knees.
"Why don't we do it here?", he asked back.
"Here? Anyone could catch us if they look this side", Tanvi was shocked and horrified as she pointed at the large window of their living that had it's curtain opened and held at both sides, and it looked like everything inside their living room could be seen if anyone looked towards it, even though not that easy because the unit was higher than ground level where Mehta's house, Mini-Jungle and Swimming Pool were. But, still, if someone stood at the Swimming Pool area, it was not difficult to see the inside of their living room, a shiver went into Tanvi's back when she thought it was the same view of their master bedroom that was adjacent to the living room...even if they went inside to bedroom, she made a mental note to keep the curtains closed...always!
"No one can see us even if they looked at this side, see", Sanjoth turned to face the window and opened the curtains further. "This apartment is one floor higher than the ground and even if someone sees us, who cares? We are husband and wife and this is our home"
"Let's go to the bedroom please", Tanvi requested once again.
"No Tanvi, I changed the plans as you said, and now it's your turn", Sanjoth sat on the three seater couch and spread his legs to project his rod towards her playfully.
"Ew...stop that, Sanju", she smiled back with the same playfulness. Tanvi resigned and glided forward.
"No, stand and strip for me first", he said loudly in a stern voice.
"I said, strip slut! You are stripping for that old man Khurram. Can't you see your husband watching from outside? Now do it!", Sanjoth barked.
"What! No! Anyone can see me like this. At least close the curtains Sanju", Tanvi was mortified but at the same time, a sharp tickle came from her vagina when she thought of anyone catching her naked. Yet, with discomfort and discreet thrill of someone looking at her, Tanvi stood up and removed her top, making her upper body naked. She blinked her eyes properly to take a good look outside but as it was night, outside was dark...she couldn't see anything except a few yellow lights at the swimming pool. Immediately, another sharp voltage passed through her spine "Would Khurramji be there...and looking here?". Then without looking at her husband, she removed her skirt and let it fall to the floor...and stood completely naked to the world...or rather...to Khurram!
"I am not your husband slut! I am a dirty old man with muscles much bigger than your Sanjoth. He cannot stand outside even if he wants to. I said strip!", he raised his voice with a serious face.
Tanvi realized the fantasy that her husband was playing at. Deep inside it was exactly what she wanted, even though she wouldn't admit it herself.
"So, what will you do if Sanjoth comes over here, Khurramji?", her lips were curled and her face changed it's demeanour.
"I will kick him and throw outside of this house. He is no match to me and you know it. You have seen me working out with you in the gym, haven't you? Look at this thing, slut...this will consume you in a moment. So, show me everything you have only given to your husband till now", his words were filthy and contained all his dirty and creative imaginations.
"Are you going to bang me, Khurramji?", Tanvi's lips curled as she looked at her husband with her new-found knowledge of his musings. He wanted to have a role-play with her.
"Yes, if you don't listen, I will do it and you know Sanjoth cannot do anything even if wants to. So, strip! And, make it slow so that he can understand that you are my slut!"
"Please don't do anything to me, Khurramji, please don't hurt my husband", Tanvi played along and paraded her nakedness to her husband.
Sanjoth couldn't believe what he witnessed. It was a lewd sight...it was unbelievable...never in their married life did his wife display such willingness to go with his lewd request. The way she stood naked, oozing sexual intensity all over face was a thing that never happened. She didn't even bother to cover herself with her hands. His shaft twitched as it pumped more blood through its veins. At first he was doubtful to use Khurram for his role-play but the way he felt imagining Khurram to take his wife stopped all the rational thinking that he ideally should have carried.
"What are you waiting for? Turn around first and show me what you got, slut!", he added the word 'slut' with purpose. He wanted to see how much she could take and it also helped to ease his mindset. He was deeply troubled after spilling his vile secrets and vulgar musings about his wife and other men and now calling his wife 'slut' gave a sort of mental peace.
"Don't call me that Sanjoth!", her retort was immediate but she turned to her back displaying her unprotected body to him.
"I will do whatever I want, you bitch! You offered yourself willingly to someone other than your husband and why are you ashamed when I call you slut? Now, bend forward and show me properly what you are offering", his brain went into overdrive.
"Why am I doing this? And, why am I getting so excited when he calls me slut? Nante'ko'tta ('oh-god' in Japanese)! Is it because I am a real slut? Eventhough I didn't tell him everything, Khurramji saw everything I have, I am a slut", with such thoughts Tanvi bent herself forward by thrusting her ass-cheeks towards her husband. Her vagina was moist...though Sanjoth couldn't see it through her thick black bush.
"Now turn and look at me, and tell me how big I am compared to your husband", he asked with a bark.
Tanvi was mortified. But, she turned to face him and whispered by looking into her husband's eyes..."You are so huge...so big than Sanjoth", her mouth spilled the words but her brain was shouting the opposite as her head played the images of the enormous thing that she sucked earlier and in comparison to it, Sanjoth was absolutely nothing...it was a like a kid's toy.
"Tell me slut...do you like this old man servicing you? Does your husband fuck like how I do? Does he have the stamina that I have?", Sanjoth stopped her head from dipping down to his groin.
"No Khurramji...he is nothing compared to you...he can't do anything with his toy...I know you are going to give me everything I wanted, Khurramji", Tanvi wondered why she was saying such nonsense but, when saw her husband squirming in his seat with completely unbridled face. She leaned forward and licked his shaft once and looked up to check his reaction.
"Oh-Fuck! Suck me like you sucked your stupid husband...make sure you do it better, slut!", Sanjoth was about to cum and when his wife gave a few wet licks to his rod, that was more than he could handle.
By looking at his state, Tanvi knew it. Instead of making him cum quickly, she decided to make it slow. She licked his small-sized scrotum and kept her eyes in contact with him. He gasped and thrusted his cock further towards her mouth. Instead of sucking it in, she used her hands to grab his hips and pulled it forward to her breasts. Without losing her momentum, she captured her husband's penis between her soft and full breasts.
"Is this how you like it? Am I doing it like Safiyaji?", she asked, looking straight into his eyes. She felt the carnal thrill of requital seeping into her brain "tit-for-tat", she grinned internally "you-take-it-Sanju!". On a side thought, she felt like she was in fact servicing the inhuman penis instead of the one she held in hand. The image of a brown, giant of Khurram sitting naked in front of her and instructing her to service his venomous penis made her cunt puke a large dollop of hot precum out of it's clamped lips. Her spine shivered at the mere image of Khurram's menacing penis once again looming in front of her. She sucked Sanjoth's cock hard with a forceful motion of her mouth.
Sanjoth felt his cock to explode any moment and doubted if his wife was actually giving head to him or to the old man.
"Look at your husband who is helplessly watching us, slut! He can't do anything when you are cheating him with me or maybe he will run to my wife for revenge!", Sanjothe blabbering as the pleasure peaked.
Tanvi stopped suddenly and pulled out his penis from her mouth with eyes widened when she heard what her husband just blurted.
"So, you like me cheating on my husband?", her question was sudden and took Sanjoth off guard.
"Yess, I like it. I want to make you my personal slut and will offer you to all my friends while your silly boy husband can go have fun with my old lady", his answer was dreamy.
"What do you want me to do, Khurramji", her voice was coarse and heavy.
"I want you to lick my balls, suck them, and worship my cock without a question, now do it slut!", Sanjoth shouted at his wife with exhilarating enthusiasm.
"Like this?", she hissed again as she nose-dived to suck one of his balls inside her sweltering mouth and rolled it with her long tongue.
"I see your husband begging my wife to suck him like you do...but she can't do it...she don't know how to suck it properly", Sanjoth hissed back.
"Do you want me to suck your thing now, Khurramji?, Tanvi asked, removing her lips from his scrotum.
"Ye...yesss...I will cum noww", Sanjoth shouted and suddenly moaned as Tanvi left his penis and stood up.
"So, you liked how Safiyaji did it, right?", she asked with a smirk on her face.
"What? Sorry I got lost. Make me cum, slut", he barked.
"I am not 'the' slut...but you are, Sanju...I didn't do anything that you said...it was all your dirty imagination...but, I have seen how you enjoyed doing things with that woman", she paused and took a deep breath..."Now, if you want me to repeat it, come inside...not here", Tanvi updated him about her intentions and walked into their bedroom by swaying her buttocks cajoling him. Deep in her head, she cursed herself for keeping her darkest secrets and not being truthful to her husband "at least he came clean with me...I am a bad person", that was the thought that ran through her.
"What the fuck happened just now!!", Sanjoth couldn't comprehend that his wife denied him but, he also realized what she said was true. He had no option other than behaving like a good child.
They had a quick and fast session once inside and slept tired. Early next morning, Tanvi woke up and with one look at her husband lying peacefully with the deflated penis, she felt bad. Her mind wandered on what actually was happening to them.
"Did he like me being with other men? Is that what he wanted to see? Possibly yes, that's the reason why he is persistent on asking what I did with Khurramji. Or was it the other way round? Maybe he likes older women like Safiyaji? Yes it should be like that. Otherwise, why would he be chasing other women when he have me or am I not doing all those dirty things that he wants me to do? Oh-God, this is so confusing. I need to talk to him and make him come out of his depravities" Tanvi was consumed in her thoughts as she made breakfast.
Sanjoth woke up with a start. He was immersed in wild dreams where he was manhandled by Safiya and Mahi wher they made him perform slave-games. For a moment he was disoriented and a moment later, registered where he physically was. The weight of Khurram's words loomed heavy. He knew there was no option than biding to what he asked. The fact of his wife becoming a plaything to the old man didn't bother him for some reason. He was more focused on how he would get the next chance to be with Safiya and also the thrill of having Mahi excited beyond his limits.
"Let's go for some shopping Tanvi", Sanjoth announced after he had his breakfast.
"Why? Is there any event that I am not aware of?", Tanvi's brain piqued.
"Oh, nothing that important. I thought that as we are going to Upendraji's house today, I will get you something new, that's all", he conveniently kept the fact that Khurram specifically told him to make her wear knee-length skirt and sleeveless-blouse.
"Oh okay, then let's go. I have been wanting to buy some new tops and leggings", Tanvi got interested immediately.
"Sure, that too", he muffled his comment.
Later that afternoon, they reached one of the biggest mall in city and got busy with shopping spree. Sanjoth assumed the role of a very supportive husband while Tanvi selected her apparels. Once done, he knew the main thing was missing. He took her for a coffee and opened the topic.
"You know Tanvi, I remember you wearing nice Skirts and Tops during our early marriage days. Why are you wearing any such clothes now? Do you fell shy or something?"
"What! No, I am not shy but Sanju, should I remind you that now we have kids and I cannot wear skirts and all that...it's more college style...I am already in my thirties...common...I can't wear those dresses anymore", she turned dismissive.
"Common'yaar, Tanvi? First of all, you ARE young, not old, okay? And I love to see you in such clothes than the usual Kurti's and Tops that you wear now-a-days. They make you look too serious, Tanvi"
"No they don't!", her rejection was quicker than he finished his statements.
"Of course, deny all you wnat...but you clearly know you are denying a fact that you don't want to admit. Look, why don't you buy a nice skirt and wear it tonight? Let's give them a heart attack", Sanjoth laughed to make the tense air to go easy.
"Oh no, I can't...you are asking too much. I can't wear that in front of them", Tanvi felt a pinch of electricity stirring from her groin and travelling through spine when she thought of the latex dress that she tried without Sanjoth's knowledge. She knew she would look hot in skirt that would show her flawlessly shaped legs but, she wasn't the one to admit it openly.
"Common'yaar Tanvi, for me...Let's buy one set at least", as he said, he stood up and pulled her hand.
Showing her unwillingness, Tanvi followed his suit till he reached a branded shop in the mall that carried a wide range of Western dressing collection.
"Try this one", Sanjoth pointed at a floral skirt and it's matching strapped top with entire arms naked. A spaghetti strapped top.
Though acting visibly shocked at his suggestion, she took the dress and went inside the dressing room. Once inside, she took a deep breath and removed what she wore and stood in her panty and bra taking a good look at her fair skin. She was toned...shapely...and voluptuously so....she knew how hot she looked. Her Japanese heritage made her something special beyond a normal Indian's imagination. She pulled the skirt to her waist and noticed how it fitted her frame like an angelic beauty. The skirt was pleated with two slits at it's sides running up to her upper thighs and it stopped one inch above her knee caps. Then, she wore the top and found that it looked like she was half-naked by wearing it. The white straps of her bra stood outside and in vertical contrast to the black top that had naked straps that hooked to her shoulders.
Somehow, gathering her confidence, she opened the door and presented herself to her husband.
"Wow! You look amazing. It's better than the actual model of this dress", the comment came from the Sales Girl who stood behind Sanjoth making both of them jump at once.
"Thank you, but it is too revealing, Sanju", Tanvi wanted it so bad but had to make a gesture.
"Nothing doing, we are taking it", he decided for them. Deep inside, Sanjoth was worried and thrilled to see his wife who looked far better than a real model. Her body was perfect in all senses. Her breasts were sized enough to make anyone drool and her ass-curve was so angled that any dick would die to taste her globules.
"Madam, you really look so lovely in this dress, okay", the Sales Girl reminded Tanvi of her newly made friend Sylvie with whom she met in very similar circumstances few months earlier.
"Thank you but, I am not sure if I would ever wear the top because I have arm hair and I don't usually shave", Tanvi returned it back with a polite comment.
"Madam, trust me, no one would even notice it if YOU wear this dress. Anyone will be dazzled by your beauty", the Sales Girl couldn't hide her honest opinion. She in fact had never seen someone who oozed such radiance of both beauty and skin-tone. There was no hair on her body...like a thoroughly waxed sculpture. Tanvi's yellow tone glowed with the shop's light making the sales-girl to wonder if this woman was actually the man's wife or just came from some Asian country to visit India.
"I am not sure of it", Tanvi was still apprehensive.
"Don't worry Madam, if you want to check, we have more, we have many of such dresses and some of it are not this revealing as well", the Sales Girl chided.
"Oh no, please..this itself is more than I bargained for"
"Please come here anytime Madam, I can help you, okay", the Sales Girl handed over her card to the beautiful woman.
"Sure, see you later dear", Tanvi smiled and hugged the girl for a moment making her startle and smile at the same time.
"Okay, as we found the dress, I need a bra that goes with it because all I have are colored ones and this top needs a skin toned bra", Tanvi told lher husband.
"Why? Can't you go without it?"
Tanvi paused for a moment to look at Sanjoth with unbelieving eyes. She imagined her husband didn't propose something this atrocious.
"Why? Are you surprised? I have seen many at my office without bra and they look decent to me", he continued.
"Sanjoth! I am NOT doing that okay. If you even think for a moment about it, let's stop this right now", she was furious but at the same time she felt a spark from her spine just with the mere thought of how she would look without a bra.
"Okay okay, let's not fight it. You go an buy the one that you want to, no problem", he conceded as he didn't need to have a bad aura further to the big night.
Once they reached home, Tanvi went straight to toilet and started preparing herself. While in shower, she thought of shaving her armpit and with conflicting thoughts, and decided against it as she couldn't make up her mind on why she need to do it for someone else's pleasure. Using her body lotion heavily, she rinsed herself and surprisingly noticed how much her pussy was watering. After finishing her shower, she reached her closed bedroom and started wearing her attire for the night.
Sanjoth was anxious and nervous beyond control. His head was filled with conflicting and in idescent thoughts at once. He was scared that once the night was over, his marriage wouldn't last and at the same time he knew that he would become Safiya or Mahi's pet. In every version of his vile imagination, he knew it was going to be in his favor with a with a bit of difficulty to adjust his wife. He was least bothered about his children as the only thing that prompted his thoughts mas his cock that finalized his decisions, and his body obeyed.
Tanvi took her skin colored strap bra in hand and wondered if she was going ahead with it. But then, her mind was also on similar situation like her husband's. Every second she spend on grooming seemed like a desperate hour waiting to meet the wretched old man and it made her pussy grow more wetter. She wore the bra and looked into the mirror and gasped audibly. It seemed like she was naked, stark naked, except her nipples weren't visible...the color of the bra gelled into her skin like an extension. She took the panty that she bought as a set and wore it. Her shock was instant...her jet-black pubic hair prodded through the thin apparel making it very much visible and the final view was like she standing naked, utterly naked without anything covering her body. She wore the skirt and then the top and then peoceeded to pull her straight black hair to make it into a ponytail high up on her head. Once again she stared into the mirror to check her reflection. She was presented with a view of a stunning young woman with lots of fair skin showing from neck down, lots of shoulder skin showing outside and a bit of cleavage and tons of naked legs. As she twirled around to check her back, she moaned to her embarrassment. Her backside was open till her lower back. The top coverd only the front portion and left the backside blank and open. It wad outrageous...erotic...making her pussy splatter more liquid...yet, she carried herself head-on to hit the night that her husband planned.
Sanjoth's heart stopped the moment his eyes got feasted with the vision of his wife coming out from the bedroom. For few seconds, he couldn't muster any kind of reaction and failed to respond. It was few moments later that his brain brought the ray of enlightenment. "She's my wife! And I am presenting her wilfully to those dirty bastartds. What the fuck am I doing? She's the mother of my two children. If this night goes as Khurram intend to, I will be left with no one in this world. Oh-God! I need to stop this madness", Sanjoth was about to say something when his cellphone rang.
"Hi Upendraji", he picked the call and saw Tanvi's face falling.
"Yes-yes Upendraji, we are about to leave from here. Oh-yes, she is feeling much better now, thank you so much for asking", he disconnected the line and saw his wife's looking at him with questions.
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