27-01-2026, 02:38 AM
The MLA kept thrusting deep inside my pussy until his cock softened, cum leaking slowly from my pussy lips down my thighs and onto the sheets. He pulled out with a wet sound, cum dripping from his cock head onto my navel. He rolled off me, breathing heavy, cock glistening with our mixed juices.
Govindan entered the bedroom carrying my yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat from his car, along with my maroon panties and white bra. He placed them on the chair beside the bed. “Get dressed, Meena. Your husband is safe. I will not touch you again.”
The MLA got off the bed, began to get dressed: pulling on his white dhoti, tying it at his waist, then buttoning his white shirt over his hairy chest. I sat up slowly, boobs swaying, pussy still throbbing and leaking cum, ass cheeks sore from his grip.
I began wearing my clothes. First the maroon panties: I held the waistband open with both hands, stepped my right foot through the right leg hole, then my left foot through the left leg hole. I pulled the maroon panties upward slowly, the maroon panties gliding along my thighs, inch by inch, until the crotch reached my pussy. I tugged higher, the front panel sliding over my shaved mound and settling snug against my pussy lips, covering my clit completely. The back panel hugged my ass cheeks, the seam sliding deep between them to rest against my shaved asshole. I adjusted the waistband over my hips, smoothing it flat so the maroon panties sat perfectly, the legs hugging the lower part of my ass cheeks, the crotch pressing intimately against my pussy lips, making my clit throb once with lingering sensitivity.
Next the white bra: I slid the straps over my shoulders, letting the cups fall under my boobs. I reached behind my back, fingers locating the bra hooks, and fastened them one by one with slow, deliberate clicks: first hook, second hook, third hook, each one tightening the white bra around my boobs. The cups lifted my heavy boobs, cradling them fully, the plain material hugging every inch, straps settling secure on my shoulders. I adjusted the front center gore so the white bra sat even, nipples now hidden but pressing lightly against the cups, the mangalsutra nestling perfectly in the deep cleavage the white bra created between my boobs.
Then the yellow petticoat: I stepped into the waistband, pulled it up my thighs, the yellow petticoat gliding over my hips. I tied the nada on my left hip, pulling it snug against my left hip bone, knotting it in a firm double bow high on my left hip, the yellow petticoat hugging my waist and hips perfectly, hem falling to my ankles.
Then the yellow blouse: I slid my arms through the short sleeves, the yellow blouse settling over my white bra. I hooked the front hooks one by one: bottom hook just below my boobs, middle hook squeezing my boobs together, top hook under my collarbone, the yellow blouse ending right below my boobs, exposing my navel and midriff, front hooks straining slightly with each breath, nipples pressing against the white bra inside.
Finally the yellow saree: I held one end against my left hip, wrapped the first turn around my waist over the yellow petticoat, tucking the folds deep into the waistband, pulling tight to sit low on my hips. I wrapped again, tucking neatly, then pleated the front carefully, tucking the pleats into the waistband, the yellow saree hugging my hips and ass cheeks. I dbangd the pallu over my left shoulder, pulling it across my boobs, tucking the end into my waist, the pallu falling down my back, exposing my navel and the deep cleavage above the yellow blouse neckline.
The MLA, now dressed, stepped close, eyes roaming my re-dbangd body. “Meena, I enjoyed your pussy thoroughly. So tight, so wet, gripping my cock like it never wanted to let go. Your pussy milked every drop of cum from me. You came so hard on my cock. Call me anytime you need help. Your husband is safe now.”
He left the room, door closing behind him.
Dhamu arrived soon after, auto waiting outside. He entered the bedroom, saw me fully dressed in yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra underneath, maroon panties hugging my pussy again. He looked relieved, eyes soft. “Akka... you did it. Shiva anna is safe. The encounter is canceled. Cases gone. Thank you for saving him. You are a true wife. I pray for you both. Come, let me take you home to the boys.”
I nodded, tears of relief falling, pussy still sore under the maroon panties, boobs aching under the white bra and yellow blouse, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs. I followed Dhamu out, emotional fool heart lighter but scarred, knowing I had endured the ultimate sacrifice to bring my husband home safe, ready to face my family with the secret buried deep, pussy throbbing faintly with every step as Dhamu’s auto took me back to my life.
I made Dhamu promise that no one should know how I saved my husband. We sat in his auto on the way home, the engine rumbling low through the narrow lanes. I looked at him, voice steady despite the ache in my pussy and the soreness in my boobs under the yellow blouse. “Dhamu, swear to me. No one ever knows. Not my sons, not anyone in the slum, not even Shiva. This secret stays between us. I did what I did for him, for our family. Promise me.”
Dhamu nodded solemnly, eyes on the road. “I swear, akka. No one will know. You sacrificed everything to save Shiva anna. The secret dies with me. You are a true wife. I respect you more than ever.”
Meanwhile, the MLA became addicted to my pussy. He kept meeting me secretly in his car, parked in dark corners or abandoned plots on the city outskirts. The first time was a week later—he called me late at night, voice thick with lust. “Meena, come to me. I need your pussy again. Your husband is safe, but I cannot stop thinking about how tight and wet you were.”
I went, dressed in a simple saree low on my hips, blouse tight around my boobs, mangalsutra heavy between them. In the back seat of his luxury car, he pulled me onto his lap, lifted my saree and petticoat, shoved my panties aside, and inserted his cock inside my pussy in one hard thrust. I gasped, pussy stretching around his thick cock, pussy lips hugging him tight, clit throbbing from the sudden fullness. He fucked me hard, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands squeezing my boobs over my blouse, nipples poking hard over the blouse as he pinched them through the material.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
He came inside my pussy every time, thick hot cum filling me, leaking out around his cock and down my ass cheeks onto the leather seat. After each fuck, he gave me money, jewelry, promises. With his help, I bought houses secretly—one big house outside the slum, spacious with a garden, then ten more in the same lane, all in my name, paid for with cash he slipped me after fucking my pussy raw in his car.
Each meeting was the same: I would climb into the back seat, he would lift my saree and petticoat, pull my panties down to my knees, spread my legs wide, insert his cock inside my pussy, fuck me hard until we both came, his cum filling my pussy while my pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. I hated myself every time, but the houses, the security for my sons, the knowledge that Shiva was free and alive, kept me going back, emotional fool heart torn but body surrendering to the filthy bargain that had saved my family.
Dhamu never asked questions, never judged. He drove me to those secret meetings sometimes, waited in silence, then drove me home after, always praying quietly for Shiva anna’s safety, for my strength. I kept the secret buried deep, pussy sore and leaking cum after each encounter, boobs aching from his rough hands, mangalsutra heavy between them like a reminder of my vows, now stained by what I had to do to protect them all. The big house outside the slum became our new home, safe and quiet, Shiva back with us, unaware of the price I paid, my pussy forever marked by the men who used it to keep him alive.
One day Dhamu parked the auto in a dark, quiet lane near the big house outside the slum. The engine idled low, the only sound besides my shaky breaths. I sat in the back seat, saree low on my hips, blouse hugging my boobs tight, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, nipples still poking hard over the yellow blouse from the lingering heat of the MLA’s fucking. My pussy throbbed sore under the maroon panties, cum still leaking slowly from my pussy lips, soaking the crotch of the maroon panties, the wetness sticky against my shaved pussy and asshole.
I leaned forward, voice soft but firm. “Dhamu... you have done so much for me. You introduced me to Govindan, to the MLA. Because of you, Shiva is alive, we have houses, money. I know you want me. I see it in your eyes every time you look at my boobs under my blouse, at my ass cheeks jiggling under my saree. I am ready. If you ask, I will let you fuck me.”
Dhamu’s hands tightened on the handlebars, cock bulge visibly forming in his lungi, thick and hard, tenting the thin material. He stopped the auto completely, turned back to me, voice hoarse with years of pent-up desire. “Akka... you mean it? I have wanted your pussy since the day I saw you. Your boobs in your blouse, nipples poking hard over the blouse, your ass cheeks swaying in your saree... I dream about fucking you. But you are Shiva anna’s wife. I respect you.”
I nodded, pussy clenching with anticipation under my panties, wetness seeping into the crotch from the confession. “I mean it, Dhamu. You saved our lives. I owe you everything. Fuck me. Take my pussy. I will give it to you willingly.”
He climbed into the back seat with me, hands shaking as he grabbed my waist over my saree, pulled me close, kissed my neck softly, then harder. “Thank you, akka... I will fuck you good.”
He lifted my saree and petticoat, pulled my panties down to my knees, spread my legs wide, inserted his cock inside my pussy in one deep thrust. I gasped, pussy stretching around his thick cock, pussy lips hugging him tight, clit throbbing from the sudden fullness. He fucked me hard in the auto, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands squeezing my boobs over my yellow blouse, nipples poking hard over the yellow blouse as he pinched them through the material.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit throbbing painfully, wetness squirting hard, ass cheeks quivering in his grip, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving under his hands, nipples throbbing. The climax ripped through me, intense and overwhelming, body convulsing, moans tearing from my throat, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the auto seat. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, accepting the new reality that my pussy now belonged to him too, a silent payment for saving my family, for introducing me to the men who made me rich and kept Shiva alive.
Govindan entered the bedroom carrying my yellow saree, yellow blouse, and yellow petticoat from his car, along with my maroon panties and white bra. He placed them on the chair beside the bed. “Get dressed, Meena. Your husband is safe. I will not touch you again.”
The MLA got off the bed, began to get dressed: pulling on his white dhoti, tying it at his waist, then buttoning his white shirt over his hairy chest. I sat up slowly, boobs swaying, pussy still throbbing and leaking cum, ass cheeks sore from his grip.
I began wearing my clothes. First the maroon panties: I held the waistband open with both hands, stepped my right foot through the right leg hole, then my left foot through the left leg hole. I pulled the maroon panties upward slowly, the maroon panties gliding along my thighs, inch by inch, until the crotch reached my pussy. I tugged higher, the front panel sliding over my shaved mound and settling snug against my pussy lips, covering my clit completely. The back panel hugged my ass cheeks, the seam sliding deep between them to rest against my shaved asshole. I adjusted the waistband over my hips, smoothing it flat so the maroon panties sat perfectly, the legs hugging the lower part of my ass cheeks, the crotch pressing intimately against my pussy lips, making my clit throb once with lingering sensitivity.
Next the white bra: I slid the straps over my shoulders, letting the cups fall under my boobs. I reached behind my back, fingers locating the bra hooks, and fastened them one by one with slow, deliberate clicks: first hook, second hook, third hook, each one tightening the white bra around my boobs. The cups lifted my heavy boobs, cradling them fully, the plain material hugging every inch, straps settling secure on my shoulders. I adjusted the front center gore so the white bra sat even, nipples now hidden but pressing lightly against the cups, the mangalsutra nestling perfectly in the deep cleavage the white bra created between my boobs.
Then the yellow petticoat: I stepped into the waistband, pulled it up my thighs, the yellow petticoat gliding over my hips. I tied the nada on my left hip, pulling it snug against my left hip bone, knotting it in a firm double bow high on my left hip, the yellow petticoat hugging my waist and hips perfectly, hem falling to my ankles.
Then the yellow blouse: I slid my arms through the short sleeves, the yellow blouse settling over my white bra. I hooked the front hooks one by one: bottom hook just below my boobs, middle hook squeezing my boobs together, top hook under my collarbone, the yellow blouse ending right below my boobs, exposing my navel and midriff, front hooks straining slightly with each breath, nipples pressing against the white bra inside.
Finally the yellow saree: I held one end against my left hip, wrapped the first turn around my waist over the yellow petticoat, tucking the folds deep into the waistband, pulling tight to sit low on my hips. I wrapped again, tucking neatly, then pleated the front carefully, tucking the pleats into the waistband, the yellow saree hugging my hips and ass cheeks. I dbangd the pallu over my left shoulder, pulling it across my boobs, tucking the end into my waist, the pallu falling down my back, exposing my navel and the deep cleavage above the yellow blouse neckline.
The MLA, now dressed, stepped close, eyes roaming my re-dbangd body. “Meena, I enjoyed your pussy thoroughly. So tight, so wet, gripping my cock like it never wanted to let go. Your pussy milked every drop of cum from me. You came so hard on my cock. Call me anytime you need help. Your husband is safe now.”
He left the room, door closing behind him.
Dhamu arrived soon after, auto waiting outside. He entered the bedroom, saw me fully dressed in yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra underneath, maroon panties hugging my pussy again. He looked relieved, eyes soft. “Akka... you did it. Shiva anna is safe. The encounter is canceled. Cases gone. Thank you for saving him. You are a true wife. I pray for you both. Come, let me take you home to the boys.”
I nodded, tears of relief falling, pussy still sore under the maroon panties, boobs aching under the white bra and yellow blouse, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs. I followed Dhamu out, emotional fool heart lighter but scarred, knowing I had endured the ultimate sacrifice to bring my husband home safe, ready to face my family with the secret buried deep, pussy throbbing faintly with every step as Dhamu’s auto took me back to my life.
I made Dhamu promise that no one should know how I saved my husband. We sat in his auto on the way home, the engine rumbling low through the narrow lanes. I looked at him, voice steady despite the ache in my pussy and the soreness in my boobs under the yellow blouse. “Dhamu, swear to me. No one ever knows. Not my sons, not anyone in the slum, not even Shiva. This secret stays between us. I did what I did for him, for our family. Promise me.”
Dhamu nodded solemnly, eyes on the road. “I swear, akka. No one will know. You sacrificed everything to save Shiva anna. The secret dies with me. You are a true wife. I respect you more than ever.”
Meanwhile, the MLA became addicted to my pussy. He kept meeting me secretly in his car, parked in dark corners or abandoned plots on the city outskirts. The first time was a week later—he called me late at night, voice thick with lust. “Meena, come to me. I need your pussy again. Your husband is safe, but I cannot stop thinking about how tight and wet you were.”
I went, dressed in a simple saree low on my hips, blouse tight around my boobs, mangalsutra heavy between them. In the back seat of his luxury car, he pulled me onto his lap, lifted my saree and petticoat, shoved my panties aside, and inserted his cock inside my pussy in one hard thrust. I gasped, pussy stretching around his thick cock, pussy lips hugging him tight, clit throbbing from the sudden fullness. He fucked me hard, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands squeezing my boobs over my blouse, nipples poking hard over the blouse as he pinched them through the material.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
He came inside my pussy every time, thick hot cum filling me, leaking out around his cock and down my ass cheeks onto the leather seat. After each fuck, he gave me money, jewelry, promises. With his help, I bought houses secretly—one big house outside the slum, spacious with a garden, then ten more in the same lane, all in my name, paid for with cash he slipped me after fucking my pussy raw in his car.
Each meeting was the same: I would climb into the back seat, he would lift my saree and petticoat, pull my panties down to my knees, spread my legs wide, insert his cock inside my pussy, fuck me hard until we both came, his cum filling my pussy while my pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. I hated myself every time, but the houses, the security for my sons, the knowledge that Shiva was free and alive, kept me going back, emotional fool heart torn but body surrendering to the filthy bargain that had saved my family.
Dhamu never asked questions, never judged. He drove me to those secret meetings sometimes, waited in silence, then drove me home after, always praying quietly for Shiva anna’s safety, for my strength. I kept the secret buried deep, pussy sore and leaking cum after each encounter, boobs aching from his rough hands, mangalsutra heavy between them like a reminder of my vows, now stained by what I had to do to protect them all. The big house outside the slum became our new home, safe and quiet, Shiva back with us, unaware of the price I paid, my pussy forever marked by the men who used it to keep him alive.
One day Dhamu parked the auto in a dark, quiet lane near the big house outside the slum. The engine idled low, the only sound besides my shaky breaths. I sat in the back seat, saree low on my hips, blouse hugging my boobs tight, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, nipples still poking hard over the yellow blouse from the lingering heat of the MLA’s fucking. My pussy throbbed sore under the maroon panties, cum still leaking slowly from my pussy lips, soaking the crotch of the maroon panties, the wetness sticky against my shaved pussy and asshole.
I leaned forward, voice soft but firm. “Dhamu... you have done so much for me. You introduced me to Govindan, to the MLA. Because of you, Shiva is alive, we have houses, money. I know you want me. I see it in your eyes every time you look at my boobs under my blouse, at my ass cheeks jiggling under my saree. I am ready. If you ask, I will let you fuck me.”
Dhamu’s hands tightened on the handlebars, cock bulge visibly forming in his lungi, thick and hard, tenting the thin material. He stopped the auto completely, turned back to me, voice hoarse with years of pent-up desire. “Akka... you mean it? I have wanted your pussy since the day I saw you. Your boobs in your blouse, nipples poking hard over the blouse, your ass cheeks swaying in your saree... I dream about fucking you. But you are Shiva anna’s wife. I respect you.”
I nodded, pussy clenching with anticipation under my panties, wetness seeping into the crotch from the confession. “I mean it, Dhamu. You saved our lives. I owe you everything. Fuck me. Take my pussy. I will give it to you willingly.”
He climbed into the back seat with me, hands shaking as he grabbed my waist over my saree, pulled me close, kissed my neck softly, then harder. “Thank you, akka... I will fuck you good.”
He lifted my saree and petticoat, pulled my panties down to my knees, spread my legs wide, inserted his cock inside my pussy in one deep thrust. I gasped, pussy stretching around his thick cock, pussy lips hugging him tight, clit throbbing from the sudden fullness. He fucked me hard in the auto, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands squeezing my boobs over my yellow blouse, nipples poking hard over the yellow blouse as he pinched them through the material.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit throbbing painfully, wetness squirting hard, ass cheeks quivering in his grip, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving under his hands, nipples throbbing. The climax ripped through me, intense and overwhelming, body convulsing, moans tearing from my throat, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the auto seat. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, accepting the new reality that my pussy now belonged to him too, a silent payment for saving my family, for introducing me to the men who made me rich and kept Shiva alive.
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