A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-60



"So Abhi, you mean, both of us, me and Mimi are to entertain the goons? Like how?"

"Well, the loan shark guys reached home. Asks Sanjoth Sir to return their money but he refuses because he doesn't have it. Then they act on him rudely and ask for payment in another form. Like using his women"

"You mean, you guys?...I mean "three of you" would do something bad to me and Mimi?", Tanvi was incredulous.

A look of absolute hopeless disbelief came on Tanvi's face!


"Well, in a real shoot, yes. That movie will be shot by someone else with some explicit dictation of the entire storyline. But, what we are doing here tonight is, also being a major Boudoir film and photo specialist, they wanted us to create an initial pre-photoshoot to understand the feasibility of their project. So, we are mock-creating the scenario with this photo session", he smiled broadly.

"Aha..okay. For a moment, I was worried and confused. Thanks Abhi, now I understand that you will be taking photos with this storyline as background? But nothing vulgar, yes?", she asked pensively even though she was almost sure of his answer.

"Tanvi Didi, let me be honest with you and in all earnesty, we are not third-rate film makers shooting any dirty stuff. You can be assured of it. We all are going to be part of this and we capture a couple of photos to project the sensuality of both women...I mean Mimi, and you, Didi", and he paused..."and not vulgar". After explaining, Abhijeet looked up at the mesmerising green irisi's of the hot bodied mother next to him. Despite his craving to hold her in his arms, he fought against it and he did his best to hide the real reason for this so-called photoshoot.

"I see, so nothing bad, right?", Tanvi asked again.

"Oh Tanvi, you are worrying too much. Let's start this and go with the flow okay", Mehta stood up.

"Ji, okay", she replied in a low voice as the decision was made. "Sanju...Kids?", Tanvi asked her husband.

"They are sound sleeping, I have the app to check, all okay there", Sanjoth sprang to attention. He was already on his second scotch and was eyeing Mimi all through the conversation between his wife and Abhijeet. 

"Okay, so let's start this then", Mehta smiled and announced.

"Didi, it's okay...you feel like this because it's your first time doing a photoshoot; I've done this a hundred times and there's nothing to worry about, okay?" Mimi nudged Tanvi's elbow and half-whispered into her ear.

Hearing Mimi, she felt a bit better, but looking at Mehta, a shiver ran from her toes to spine, his eyes were not of an admirer instead he clearly conveyed the stance of a perpetrator watching his helpless prey. Tanvi had half-mind to rush and return back home but her legs remained unmoving.

"Okay, we shall take this as phase by phase. First, our dresses. We need to change our roles. Tanvi and Mimi, yours are in the bedroom and we'll change by the time you finish okay", Mehta updated.

"But Mehtaji, what is wrong with this dress?", Tanvi was a bit perplexed.

"Ah, Tanvi, you are so naive. See, this is a situation. In fact, a bad situation for Sanjoth. But, it's a huge bonus for us...I mean, the goons or as per the script, we are the money sharks. As we are going to take advantage of his wife and sister, they are home and need to dress appropriately but in a different way, ok?", with that explanation, he dismissed her additional questions.

"Come Didi", Mimi pulled Tanvi and walked to the bedroom.

"Oh my!", Tanvi was shocked and surprised when she saw what was hung for them to wear.

There were four dresses. First one was a black mid thigh length single housecoat with spaghetti straps and ample amount of neck and cleavage area open. Second one was a light pink colored frock type dress that was similar to the one Tanvi was wearing but it was too short at the thighs, more like a mini-skirt that hardly reached mid-thigh. Third one was a crop top tee-shirt with a denim short, which was indeed very short reaching up to upper mid-thigh and the last one was a two piece, zebra-lined black and white body suit that had a strapless bra, hardly a bra that too and a short that was meant to project everything rather than conseal. With those, there were multiple choices of bras and panties, most of them see through and lingerie types. She knew the moment all these were meant to yield a different result in the so called "photoshoot" and immediately felt a pinch inside her vagina but decided to stop anything unwanted from happening.

"Didi, why don't you try that body-suit type of inners and then tee-shirt with denim shorts?", an innocent voice of Mimi came behind her.

Tanvi was visibly horrified at the suggestion from the young girl. But then, she knew she had worn even sleazier ones while she went to gym with Khurramji. Though it didn't bother her, she didn't want to let loose in front of all the men waiting for them, at least not in the given subset. 

"Oh God, No!", she replied in a hostile yet rebuking manner.

"Why not Didi?", Mimi was surprised in fact because she thought Tanvi would be more welcoming to wear such clothes, given her young age. "You know what? I never met or saw a woman, even a girl of my age who comes close to your beauty. Last time I saw you was at the Latex Show night and honestly no one believed when we said you were married and had kids. Your body is killing me, Didi...I think all the running and good eating has given a gift by God to you...so why not flaunt it and make the guys go crazy tonight?", Mimi smiled affectionately.

"Hmm...Mimi, see, first of all, thank you for these nice words. Second, as you correctly said, I am a wife, and a mother. There are certain limits in life that one shouldn't cross", as she said, her own voice countered deep inside her head stating every single indecent and illicit activity that she performed all by herself. She winced at the thought of all the wrong things she did behind her husband's back.

"Oh common Didi, tonight it's only us. There is no one who will tell you. Plus, your husband is here as well. Do you think he will let anything happen to you if anyone behaves badly?"

"Yah'right!", the word came out from Tanvi's mouth and she gulped it. "Well, he is the reason why I agreed to do this. Otherwise it would never happen. And no Mimi, I am not for this. The gown looks okay even though it shows a lot of skin", Tanvi concluded.

"Mmm, okay. What about this? I shall wear the Denim and tee. Why don't you wear the bodysuit inside and then the gown over it? That would be perfect. Common Didi, you can do this at least", Mimi made a pouting face that brought a laugh to Tanvi.

"Okay, that's okay...I think", still with doubts in her head, Tanvi agreed to Mimi's suggestion.

"Alright, here we go!", as she announced, Mimi stripped one by one and stood stark naked in front of a bewildered Tanvi.

"What's wrong Didi? It's only two of us, common now, change-change quickly", Mimi chided as she started wearing the shorts.

Tanvi removed her skirt first and top, and turned away from the young girl from shame. But at the same time, she recalled how firm Mimi looked, her nipples were brown with smaller sized breasts and her vagina was shaved or waxed. The triangle between her legs simmered as if she was wet. Once she was out of clothes, she turned to pick the inner and stopped suddenly.

Mimi looked at Tanvi with bulged eyes and gawked mouth. 

Tanvi quickly picked the Zebra lined body-short and covered her womanhood quickly. It was then she picked the top of the same and wore it through her head, she gasped, almost loud...there were no straps, material was elastic and the moment it covered her breasts, she wished she hadn't worn it. It made her breasts push upwards, and her breasts stood firm giving it an extra size. Worst was the material itself...the apparel tightened over her breasts like an elastic cloth making her nipples pointed in an obscene manner. "I shouldn't wear this inner wear, it just makes my breasts even bigger", Tanvi thought.

"Didi, can I tell you one thing?", Mimi almost whispered.

"Yes, sure", Tanvi pulled the black gown over her head while replying.

"I told you this before, you are a bomb Tanvi Didi. I mean no disrespect, but as I saw you naked now, I have to say that you are flawless in every angle. Your skin tone is not like any that we see around everyday, your body shape is so perfect that now I feel so awkward to go out with you. And then your attitude, nothing to add but I say, you are the best!", Mimi's face conveyed that she was true to what she said.

Tanvi's face reddened with embarrassment and failed to reply. 

"What I am saying is, if anyone saw you like this...I mean naked, trust me, let it be a man or woman, that person would not let you go without having sex. Again, no disrespect, but I want to have you, like right now", Mimi couldn't stop her carnal thrill and as an outspoken person she was, she wanted to share her thoughts and convey what she really felt.

"Oh God, Mimi! You should stop saying such things. I am not that kind of a bomb or anything. I am a simple woman who got blessed with some good genes I think, that's all", Tanvi didn't want to make any comment on the 'sex' part.

"So Didi, tell me, tell me, how many guys have you had in your life? I mean, no offense to Sanjoth Sir, but tell me...I was so curious now since I met you", Mimi came closer and helped Tanvi to put the buttons of the gown that ran from her midriff to mid-thigh. 

It was then Tanvi noticed how odd the gown she was wearing was. It was a type of satin material that clung to her figure like a second skin. As it had spaghetti straps on shoulders, her upper body seemed semi-naked aready. Then it started where her breasts started and an open v showing a bit of cleavage. The zebra bra was the culprit, it's elasticity made her breasts to group together and gave a very prominent view of her cleavage and thus showcasing a good amount of her breasts along with the hardened points of her nipples. Lower down, the gown ended right above her knees exposing her fair legs.

"Mimi!!"

"Don't 'Mimi' me Didi, tell me, tell me, please", Mimi came further close to her making Tanvi a bit uncomfortable with her proximity.

"Nothing like that happened Mimi", Tanvi replied to stop the conversation. 

"Ooh, you don't want to tell me, huh? Please na, Tanvi Didi, tell me some spice", Mimi started behaving like a kid.

"Yaar Mimi, seriously I never had such relationships before marriage. There were a couple of guys who chased me, but in college and college, I was fully engaged in my athletics and studies, these flings and funny businesses were not for me, seriously", Tanvi smiled and reassured Mimi. As she did, Tanvi had to adjust the bra because she started to feel suffocated with the way it held her breasts, especially when she noticed how her nipples started to grow as both bra and gown were thin materials, which aided her body's responses.

"Hmm...okay...I am not buying but okay. Here, let me help", Mimi suddenly held both of Tanvi's breasts from below so that she could adjust the bra properly. 

For a moment, Tanvi was shocked but controlled her expression as touching and helping were part of women business. It seemed awkward as she didn't know Mimi closely.

"Put those Sandals as we are supposed to be at 'home' remember?", Mimi laughed.

"Oh yes, okay, thank you Mimi, and I think this is not the first time you pose for such photoshoots?", the image of Mimi being pounded by the old Mehtaji with him calling 'Tanvi' was too vivid in Tanvi's head.

"Well, can't say for the first time. There were a few times I did, in fact, we all did. But with a storyline in place, first time"

"Oh okay, how was it earlier?"

"Are you excited Didi or afraid of what might happen?"

"Yes, Mimi, this is first time for me, you know"

"That is why I am here Didi", Mimi put her hand to hold Tanvi's elbow, "you have nothing to worry, no one will do anything that you don't want to okay, even though sometimes I feel out of place, Abhi and Mehtaji helped me always, plus Faiz is always there for me"

"Now it's time, let's go Didi", Mimi pulled Tanvi and walked out. While she followed the young girl, she took a good look at Mimi who was cladded in the crop top-tee with a denim short. She wondered why this was termed as a tee, as Mimi's entire back was open with her tee-shirt 'if one could call that' looping at her neck with a thin tie-in line at the back. Worse was the denim shorts. It was cut so high on the sides that more than half of her butt-cheeks spilled out sideways...to Tanvi, it looked more like a denim bikini, rather than a short bottom.

Once out of the bedroom and standing in the living room, for a brief moment, Tanvi felt out of place. The entire living room setup was changed. There was one large couch, a large three seater and one single-seater. The living room background was made to look like a dining room. Lights were changed to white bright illumination, and photography equipment all around and three cameras on stand with one more in Abhijeet hand. But the biggest change was the men themselves! 

All of them including Sanjoth were dressed differently, in a very off-way that Tanvi failed to put her finger into the logic. Everyone was in formals, with exceptions. Mehta had a suit with a blazer, Abhijeet and Faiz were in formal pants and shirt, and her husband was in house shorts and a half torn tee shirt. But her thoughts were taken away with the surprised words that came from all of them.

"Wow, Tanvi, you really look hot, or I have to say, too tasty", Mehta stated like he owned her.

"Seriously...WOW, Tanvi Didi, I didn't expect you to be this good looking. Never saw you in such an attire, already beautiful but this dress brings more suppleness to your skin tone", Abhijeet added.

"Can't agree more Abhi, Didi is seriously good looking", Faiz also chided.

"Tha-thanks but I don't know if this is okay, Mimi helped", Tanvi mumbled a few words.

"Oh really? Every time when you have Tanvi Didi, how is that no one wants me?", though playfully said, Tanvi noted the resentment in Mimi's statement.

"Common my dear, you are the star here, no one thinks that you are inferior to our Tanvi...you are equally or more attractive girl, you already know it", Mehta made the room comfortable. 

"Okay then, let's not waste more time Abhi. Explain the scene to all", Mehta concluded.

"Okay, perfect", Abhijeet started. "I am detailing this specifically to Tanvi Didi and Sanjoth Sir", he paused to ensure everyone present had their attention to him. "So, Dad is the loan shark. Me and Faiz are his minions. Sanjoth Sir is the one who took money from 'us' and both you and Mimi are his family", he paused.

"So, how would this work?", Tanvi had to ask because she was a bit confused.

"Sure, I shall explain", Abhijeet replied with a smile. "We are here to catch Sanjoth Sir as he has been avoiding us and not paid the dues. So, we reach his home and threaten him by using his family as leverage"

"What do you mean by leveraging family?", Tanvi couldn't hide her curiosity.

"We will start with verbal threats at first and his responses will be captured. Then we update him that because he is unable to pay the dues to us, we will take it in any other form that is deemed necessary"

"So, what do you mean by that? Molest both the women?"

"Yes and no. In the final version of that movie, yes there will be molestation in a hard way. 'No' because,  for now, for today, we are doing a preliminary shoot that could involve some manhandling but not to any extreme", Abhijeet updated.

"Okay, so if I understand correctly, you all would be molesting us in a mild way...is it?", she asked again to clarify.

"Yes and No. Yes means, our 'Boss' will start testing the waters and it will be captured and then if the shoot goes as we expected, there will be some grabbing and forceful gestures"

"What! I mean what do you mean by 'grabbing'?", Tanvi was suddenly concerned.

"As this involves threat and humiliation, some physical proximity will be there", his voice was very professional. 

"But...but why? And what do you mean by proximity?", Tanvi wasn't convinced  at all and guessed where the whole so-called 'Photoshoot' was going to end with.

"Tanvi, let me tell you clearly so you understand better. Once we start, there will be some physical contact between everyone, because we, as money lenders, need some assurance in some form. As Sanjoth failed to pay, you both will be out of payment. Meaning, we will ask for money, and you don't have any, so we take advantage of two beautiful women from his family for our entertainment. And while doing it, we will grope and touch both of you and force you to do the photoshoot as we want to. But again, if you are concerned about 'extreme' meaning 'sex', then no. That is not what will happen", he paused and grinned and continued "Unless if you want us to", Mehta explained in his heavy voice. "Clear? Can we go ahead?"

"Well...definitely not okay Mehtaji. What about Sanju? Is this okay?", Tanvi noticed a bulge in his groin and realized the scene was exactly what he wanted to see or happen. Having his wife with other men. Yet, she wanted his assurance.

"Yes, yes Tanvi, I was already explained about this and I am okay. Nothing bad here, we all are adults and we all know what this is about, so this is okay with me", Sanjoth squirmed where he sat and he got a side glance from Mehta ensuring that he agreed to whatever was to happen. Deep inside, he was already in a sexually elevated state the moment he found his wife and Mimi walking into the living room clad in hot slutty attires.

"Okay, in that case, let's do this Mehtaji. But one thing, I will stop the moment I feel anything silly happening, okay", Tanvi felt a heavy weight forming inside her chest as she agreed.

"Okay, so, one more time explaining this, we start and then go with the flow. There will be three breaks in the session. We have five cameras setup around us and so, no need to have anyone specific to be the cameraman. But, as the storyline involves a photo shoot, I will carry one camera to show that I am capturing pictures okay", Abhijeet announced as he started.

"Sanjoth Sir, please come to this side and wait for us to call and you come to greet us. Tanvi Didi and Mimi, come to the other side where the camera doesn't capture you. Wait for a few minutes and when you see us throwing and destroying a few things in this room and then you both enter with surprise and shock. Then we take it from there, okay"

Without waiting for any feedback, Abhijeet and Faiz started moving the couches, table and other furniture. Within minutes, the layout changed again. There were two couches as before, but the large TV was replaced by an old vintage looking one and the glass table was replaced by a wooden one. In addition to it, a large leather single seater recliner was also added. Tanvi watched all the activities in utter fascination. With few adjustments to the various cameras around, Abhijeet announced it was time.

Sanjoth walked and stood on the side that was marked for him. Tanvi watched the entire process and squeezed her thighs a bit to control the wetness that was now getting larger deep inside her cavern. The skin-shor wasn't helping much, she sensed the material getting damp.

"Sanjoth! Come out!", the heavy voice of Mehta made everyone jump, especially Tanvi, when she noticed the authoritative tone of the old man. "Where's that asshole?", Mehta grumbled and entered the scene with Abhijeet and Faiz behind him with stern faces. 

Sanjoth walked into the marked area into the living room with a pensive looking face.

"Oh! So you were inside, and hiding from us, huh? Come closer you dumb fuck, I want to take a good look at you", Mehta snapped loudly and it made Sanjoth to be further sullen.

"Sorry Mehtaji, I am in no shape to pay the money back. That's why I was not picking your phone calls", Sanjoth replied meekly.

"Oh! That's convenient. Isn't it so kids?", Mehta turned to his two young companions and made a scowl.

"Ji Saab, he is trying to run away with your money", Faiz updated.

"No no Mehtaji, I am not...and I will not run away. All I need is a bit more time. Please allow me some time", Sanjoth's voice became weaker.

"Ha! Look at his audacity! He still has the guts to ask me more MORE time!", Mehta shouted and made Sanjoth seriously nervous. Even though it was just an act, he recognized the inner meaning of the words from the old man.

"Mehtaji, please. Help me, I will return to your money and interest in next three months"

"Boys!", Mehta shouted.

The very moment the word was uttered, both Faiz and Abhijeet sprang to action. They moved around the room and started kicking and breaking the furniture including the old TV set. 

Tanvi watched with horror and bewilderment at the scene that played out. It was completely opposite of what she expected to happen. All three men performed like this was happening in real life. Suddenly, she felt fear creeping through her feet to head.

Sanjoth also was confused and shocked at what happened in a few minutes. The entire atmosphere changed into real seriousness. His face showed it and as he looked at Tanvi, he saw helplessness written all over.

"So! What do you say now, Sanjoth? You have my money??", Mehta sneered at the man of the house.

"Saab, please stop this. I will pay...I will pay...give me one month at least...please", Sanjoth started begging (to Tanvi, her husband seemed not to be acting anymore, he was literally taking the character to heart, his voice was such, and she saw his eyes moistened with tears).

"Sorry Sanjoth! I have been patient with you all this time. It's not one year, or two years, it has been six years that you crossed your promise to return my funds. Now, tonight...here...right here...everything that you OWN is MINE", Mehta yelled back with a ferocity that shocked Tanvi. She had never seen the old man in such mode nor anyone else to that fact. She felt her legs trembling with fear, genuine fear of what was about to happen.

A moment later, Tanvi saw Mehta kicking Sanjoth on his shoulder (mild push, but it looked very real from Sanjoth's face), and her husband fell sideways to the floor.

"Come here, Slut!", Mehta looked at Mimi in a shouting voice.

Tanvi saw a Mimi showing with a fear-stricken expression walking towards Mehta, whose face carried only lust...nothing else. She also felt fear creeping up like a shot of electricity thinking if he would do something bad to Mimi...and to her!

"Yes", Mimi whispered to Mehta Senior.

"Yes, SIR", the old man barked back.

"Yes Sir", Mimi repeated in a meek voice and fearful expression on her face.

"Come closer girl, what's your name?", the old man asked in a mean voice.

"Mimi, I am his sister", Mimi's voice was meek.

"Oh, so that hot piece would be this Bastard's wife then?", Mehta smirked and looked at a dejected looking Sanjoth and his two wingmen.

"So-Sanjoth, you are so blessed to have such beautiful pets in your home. I have to say "Thank you" for NOT paying me back...I can now enjoy these beautiful 'ASSETS' to compensate for my money", Mehta let out a laugh that made Tanvi shiver with fear.

"What is happening...Oh-God, did Mehtaji actually mean what he said? Is that what he is going to do? Have sex with me and Mimi as repayment? Was he allowed to do this? Did Sanju agree to let him have me?", though she wanted to ask all the great questions in her head, but when she looked at the old and other young men and Mimi, all her thoughts vanished in a second.

Mehta was seated in the single seater couch and had Mimi on his lap. Mimi was squirming and protesting with quiet words while looking at her brother 'Sanjoth' with pleading whimpers.

"Would you look at this hot piece, boys?", Mehta snorted as he squeezed both of Mimi's small sized breasts into his hands, making her yelp with pain and cry with fear.

"Please...don't do anything to me...please, Sir", Mimi cried at the molesting man as his two young companions stood next to them watching her closely. 

"Take her and teach her what I need from her, you assholes", Mehta Senior grumbled.

With shocked eyes, Tanvi saw Mimi being dragged away from his lap to the floor where the young men started to remove her flimsy tee and denim shorts. Within seconds, Mimi sat on the floor, naked, and sobbing loudly. Though her hands covered her chest, it was very much evident that she was unclothed already halfway. As she watched the three young people, her face turned white when Faiz "who was Mimi's blood" squeezing her smaller breasts and pinching her nipples to make her howl and sob. At the same time, she heard Abhijeet telling her to oblige and listen to the Boss and she would be left harmfree. However, while explaining to the crying young girl, Abhijeeet was in the process of taking some vulgar gropes over her exposed skin.

"You there, Wife-Slut, come to me", Tanvi jolted when she saw and heard Mehta Senior looking at her and calling.

"No, not me", though automatically, her womanly defenses responded with defiance. 

"This is why I like married ones...they have the fire in them...come to me NOW, or else your silly husband will get my wrath...boys", as the old man shouted back, Faiz walked towards Sanjoth and mock-kicked him in his belly. 

Sanjoth made a yelp of pain and cried out. "Mehtaji, I promise to make the payment next week...promise...please leave my wife out of this...please"

"So, you are OK with us taking care of your sweet Sister, yes?", Mehta sneered back.

"No, Sir...please, just...give me...one week"

"Slut, I asked you to come here. Why are you still standing there?", the old man ignored Sanjoth and looked at Tanvi with an angry face.

"Ji...yes", as the words came out in a whisper, Tanvi saw herself walking forward to where Mehta was seated and came to a stop when she reached within arm's distance.

At her side, Abhijeet was forcing Mimi's hands to open and display her breasts. 

"Nice...smooth", Tanvi jumped when she felt the coarse palm of Mehta moving up her knees...and reaching the back of her lower thigh.

"Please...no...not her", Sanjoth cried from where he lay.

"Beta, help this slut to remove this nasty covering she has on her", Tanvi heard Mehtaji ordering Faiz to help remove her dress.

"No", she shouted

"NO?", she heard the old man yelling.

"No", her answer was firm as she stood.

"Okay, Beta, then help that wimp", another order that was immediately followed by Faiz going back to Sanjoth and kicking him...hard...as it seemed...but the voice she heard from husband told another story.

"Okay ok...I am here", she had to submit.

"Okay, then, you remove your dress then", Mehta ordered.

Tanvi was at a fix. Then she remembered the safe word "STOP", she shouted.

"STOP"

Everyone stopped.

"What happened Beti? Too much?", the mean old man was far gone. Mehta stood up and smiled with a warm face.

"Ji...I think we should stop...I...I don't like this at all", Tanvi informed with a serious face.

"Arrey Beti...don't be so serious about this. We are just rehearsing a script. That's all. And if they likes it, a firm order will come to us, and trust me, you, Sanjoth and everyone will benefit of it"

"But...but, I don’t want any Mehtaji, and this...it's too vulgar", she replied and pointed at Mimi who was still on the floor with a grin on her face and her breasts covered with hands.

"Don't worry Tanvi Didi, we do such stuff usually. It's not new to anyone here..except you, because this is the first time...relax...go with the flow", Abhijeet came and patted Tanvi's naked shoulder, making her wince and jolt.

"Okay, so, next scene will be, Boss will ask to start shooting the video of degrading Sanjoth Sir's family, and will call in the Sister-in-Law, 'Tanvi Didi, it's you', and order her to sit on his lap. Then, he will ask you to sit the same way Mimi did. When it happens, Mimi and Sanju Sir need to protest...both asking Dad to stop. The money lender will not stop at anything, he will try to grope and remove the clothes, and at one point, both of you give in. There we make a cut, that's all", Abhijeet explained the scene in a simple way.

"You mean, I have to take off my dress?", Tanvi looked at him with disbelief.

"Yes, a little"

"No, I can't do it", Tanvi paused and looked at her husband. "Sanju, this is not what I agreed to do. I won't take off my dress", Tanvi replied fiercely.

"Didi, don't worry, I will help...just go with the flow, nothing will happen to us", Mimi backed her as she stood next to her, her hands covering her chest.

"Go with it Tanvi, I am here...it's just fun", Sanju made a smiling face that did not convince her at all.

"Okay, then let's roll", Mehta announced loudly.

"Boys, start the video, I want to capture every second of these two sluts succumbing to me", the old man's next words went into her head like sharp pins.

"Come here, little girl, let me see you up close", Mehta pulled Mimi by her thigh and made her sit on his lap, once again, same scene, but this time Tanvi was super close to the action.

Mimi sat with her legs straddling the old man, facing him, hands covering her chest. Tanvi stood next to the odd couple with both Faiz and Abhijeet beside her.

"Common now, give this old man some sweet"

As Mimi sat defiantly, Mehta barked. "Fucking slut, if you don't do what I say, your Brother will die in front of you. Now, give me some sweet, bitch", another bark.

With shocked eyes, Tanvi saw the younger girl caving in. Mimi moved her head forward, and placed a peck on Mehta's lips.

"Slut, I want sweet...not bits of sugar"

Biding to Mehta's request, Mimi opened her mouth with anger and unwillingness on her face, and locked it against the old man's thick lips. Within the next seconds, Tanvi saw the old man moving his hips up and down, in slow grinding movements. Even though it seemed like an involuntary action from Mehta but to Tanvi, it looked like Mimi was actually grinding her pussy on Mehta's hard-on, doing it all by her own. It wasn't a surprise as she had seen how she wobbled up and down over Mehta's penis on the night of the masked theme party.

The noises of their co-mingling oratory activities filled the room, forcing everyone around to a state of erotic elevation. Sanjoth's eyes were glue-struck on Mimi's lithe body that was more exposed than covered. As they watched the cameras capturing everything, Tanvi saw Mehta's hands moving towards Mimi's hindsight. The movement wasn't slow...it was quick, hard and focused. He caught the lower sides of her denim shorts and pulled it up high up to her waist. It was then Tanvi realized that her Denim-short was elastic. Within seconds, Mimi was grinding on the old man with her bottom looking like a thong, exposed...her ass was completely visible to everyone.

Mimi squirmed and cried 'no' by hitting Mehta on his shoulders and chest to show her protest. But, the man held her shorts tight...up...

"Pleeeese, Sir...Please don't do this to me", Mimi finally cried loudly.

"Look at this girl, she's really a slut, boys. She wants this more than we do", Mehta shouted around and deepened his kiss on Mimi.

"Sir, please...stop this...I am not a slut", Mimi shrugged a bit hard this time.

As Tanvi watched the odd couple, she saw Mehta reaching further down to clutch Mimi's upper glutes and crushing her into his hug. With mock resistance, Mimi tried to shrug off but acted like she was losing her battle. The next moment, Tanvi gasped when Mehta used one of his hands to pull the upper part of the now thong to her upper back making the elastic material disappear into the ass-crevice of the young girl, still squirming into his kiss. Mehta's other meaty hand squished her naked ass-cheeks like a dough letting him continue the molesting.

Mimi buckled on the old man's lap.

Mehta stole a look at Tanvi who was standing behind the girl over his legs and decided to give a real show. It was evident to him that Tanvi was glued to the mock-situation they created. Plus, the only way to bring her to that ridge of finality was to use another female in front of her eyes and show her how it could turn out once Mehta gets his chance with Tanvi. With that resolution, Mehta pulled Mimi's ass-cheeks wide, not too wide, but wide enough for Tanvi to see the young girl's glistening wet womanhood, and with that thong like string, even a bit of her brown hole was presented as well.

Mimi groaned with mock-sobs but her body betrayed all that verbal act. Her hips buckled and her folded legs and feet squirmed against Mehta's thighs, clearly indicating how much she was enjoying his manhandling.

"You Bastard! Tell me...what should I do with this Sister-Slut? Shall I do it here? right now? and then my boys? look at your Sister, you asshole...look at this girl...her ass is begging to be taken...see how she is bouncing on me? With this girl in your house, why did you fail to make my payment, you bloody asshole!!", Mehta angrily shouted at a crestfallen Sanjoth (whose eyes were glued at Mimi's half upturned pussy).

Hearing no response from Sanjoth, Mehta looked at him and smirked. "This asshole is a real fucker...My Luck!", the old man thought and took another peek at Tanvi.

"No Sir, please don't do anything to me Sir...I am a poor girl...please", Mimi let out a few words of mock-despair between her sobs. But her hips bounced slowly as Mehta kept squishing and spreading her ass. 

"I think you need a bit of coaching", Mehta said loudly but Tanvi clearly saw his fingers almost lingering over Mimi's wet vaginal lips. "BOYS! all yours!!"

To Tanvi's surprise, Mehta suddenly let Mimi be free from his kiss and groping. The next moment, her entire body stood paralyzed when she heard Mehta's next statement.

"NOW, I want to know the taste of the woman of this house, come here Wife-Slut!", with another bark, Mehta pushed Mimi to stand aside and moved her to his side by beckoning Tanvi to sit on his lap.

As she stood deliberating, her eyes widened with horror when she saw Mehta removing his clothes and sitting back wearing only his underwear. She was in another shock when her eyes fell on his bulge...the very same thing that she took inside her mouth...the very same shaft that deposited it's pungent liquid that she drank last time. It was erect...a big tent stood up at his groin.

"Come now, don't be shy. Your asshole husband wouldn't say a thing...move it, Slut", Mehta yelled with a face full of anger.

Tanvi had no option but to do it. With trembling legs, she took a few steps and slowly sat over the thighs of the old man, facing him...looking at his lust-filled eyes.

"Finally, you are one hot Bitch, aren't you?", she heard Mehta cursing and winced at the choice of his words.

"Mimi, help your Sister-in-Law", Mehta barked again.

Tanvi looked at Mimi and found her younger companion crying and approaching behind her to drag her dress from her legs and pulling it up to her hips, then up to her torso, freeing her body to be half-naked in a few seconds.

"No..noo", Tanvi heard her voice loud and clear but it failed to come out of her mouth.

But within the next few seconds, Mimi, helped by Faiz and Abhijeet, pulled her dress up her shoulder, and head. Tanvi sat stunned wearing her zebra top and less than flimsy skin short, on the lap of the lecherous old man.

"Mehtaji, please don't do this to us", Sanjoth whimpered in a low voice.

"Forget that stupid husband. He is a wimp. Now, you...if I knew what you were hiding behind this dress, I would have started with you. Look at this woman, boys...we are in for a treat of our lifetime", Mehta was actually spilling what he felt and was in awe, totally mind-blown and it was how everyone else felt as well. He just couldn't figure out where to look over Tanvi, and where to start. She was angelic, her green eyes stared deep into his black ones. 

Challenging him...that's what Mehta felt.

Sanjoth looked at his wife with shocked thrill. It was something beyond his imagination. His beautiful and full bodied wife sitting half-naked on an old man...any moment, he was to witness her being fucked...by someone other than him...possibly someone did already...he was sure of it. He caught his breath and squeezed his hard penis inside what he wore. He just couldn't figure out why it was so hard when his lawful wife, mother of his children was sitting over a strange old man like a woman who lost all her inhibitions...while in reality, it was him...he was the one who lost his mind to devilish cravings.

Abhijeet and Faiz stood with their mouth's wide open as they looked at the flawless skin and the shape of Tanvi's body...there wasn't even an inch of extra fat anywhere...Tanvi was flawless...all her running, and gym had already moulded her into an exotic creature...meant for primal pleasures...

Mimi stood next to Tanvi holding her dress lost in wonderment thinking how a woman could look so beautiful and erotic, even with everything important covered...

Mehta was the one who was beyond words...the soft skin of Tanvi's legs rested on him like a cushion...the breasts were full and ripe like two soft balls that was ready for squishing...his eyes noticed how much her nipples were protruding outside the bra she had on her...with every breaths that she took in, Tanvi's breasts heaved and nipples hardened beyond it's confines.

With a grin, Mehta kept both his hands on Tanvi's naked thighs.

"STOP", Tanvi yelled with a jolt.

No one moved.

She felt his hands gripping her thighs harder than the first time. She wanted to get up and run, but for some reason, she sat...remained on top of Mehta's thighs...with embarrassment, she realized the familiar wetness building inside her sinful cunt was almost about to spill out of her tight panty...

"Now, where were we? Just like this silly girl did, give this old man some sugar" Mehta asked in a commanding voice.

"No...no...Mehtaji...please no", Sanjoth acted.

"No...I can't...I won't...please don't", Tanvi heard her voice replying. She wondered what happened to the 'safe' word.

"Boys...you know what to do" 

Both Faiz and Abhijeet pulled Sanjoth up and placed a hammer blow to his stomach.

"No...no...please...no", Tanvi's eyes watered.

"Then, give me some sweet, sugar"

With extreme discomfort, Tanvi moved herself forward. Moving  towards Mehta, she brushed her lips on his thick lips...just a peck...and withdrew immediately. 

She was lost.

"Shit, you are really something, come here", she heard a whisper from Mehta and gasped when he caught her waist and pulled her against him, hard. The moment she felt herself getting crushed against his naked upper body, Mehta covered her mouth by opening his lips as wide as he could...and kissed...hard...dominating...her breasts hammered against the old man's body. She felt her nipples alerting her with evil pleasure. She had no option other than resting her hands on his shoulders to push him away...nothing happened like she wished...he kept his grip on her waist...pulling her against him...harder by each passing second...her nipples screamed at her...her cunt oscillated inside her panty to open up and release what it held.

Tanvi felt all her defensive mechanism fading out...she sat helplessly lost in the old man's embrace and his forceful kiss...her steely hard nipples crumbling against his hard and hairy chest...her lips captured the warmth and moistness of mouth...her eyes closed...his hands moved...dangerously downward...leaving her hips...she felt his tongue moving and opening her closed lips...without protest, her lips parted...slowly...his hands reached the waistband of her zebra panty...his tongue parted her lips and moved inside...his hands hooked at her waistband...while her tongue touched the slick boneless tongue of the old man...a moan left her mouth without her knowledge...Mehta pushed her panty's waistband down...slow...and his tongue darted further unto her mouth...the glorious sensations inside her cunt turned into a fierce wave...her lips closed in and captured the old man's tongue that started to move in and out of her mouth as if he was literally fucking her with his tongue...her cunt trembled and her panty started soaking with the liquid that started to seep out...slowly....but she felt it the liquid moving out...slowly finding it's way through her clutched vaginal lips...his hand felt like they owned her...her tongue moved danced inside her mouth it's own accord. She noticed that Mehta was no longer playing the part. He was really trying to coax her into doing something unholy...and her body was dangerously responding back...

Everyone behind the couple noticed the mild movement of Tanvi's body...leaning further into Mehta's embrace. They all  stood spellbound as the scene unfolded in slow motion...

Mimi was blinded with lust.

Abhijeet couldn't stop from kneading his penis.

Faiz felt like he was about to explode.

Sanjoth was speechless as he watched his wife succumbing to the old man...just like how he imagined it...the fair skin of her supple body was intoxicating...his wife...with another man...his deepest secret wish becoming a reality...any moment...his breaths became laboured...

Mehta had Tanvi's panty almost down to a level where her butt-crack was about to be displayed...

Tanvi was lost in pleasure. The mouth and tongue that invaded her was taking her to places of pleasure that she had been craving for...a long time...the sleaziest reality that she dreaded to happen with Khurramji was happening with another man...right there...right then...

Tanvi realized that her skin was exposed more than she ever intended to. Four pairs of eyes watching her. The thrill of exposing her nakedity going to become true any moment. Her pulse raised to another level as her tongue battled against the old man's. His kiss became harder and her return kiss became furious. Moans came out from her, silently at first, audible now. Her hands were no longer pushing him away, instead she caught his neck with both hands in a display of carnal need. From the deepest corner of her brain, she heard her voice asking her to let go...

Mehta's head was spinning in literal sense. He pulled away from the kiss slowly and clamped his mouth to her lower neck, almost close to the start of her chest. As the zebra-pattern bra was strapless, her shoulders were exposed along with a good amount of cleavage visible. The thrilling part to the old man was how her breasts, her two soft muscles crushed onto his chest when her head rested on his shoulder...he clearly felt how hard her nipples were as the bra was such thin material...and when he pulled her short, the touch of her glute-skin was more than he could chew...he felt like he was enjoying a woman for the first time in his life!

Tanvi gasped and in reflex, her head fell forward with her forehead resting on Mehta's left shoulder.

Sanjoth was unable to take even a single breath. In front of him, less than two or three feet away was his own wife, the same person whom he was married to for the past many years, with her nakedity exposed to a level of obscenity or even worse than he could find words to explain. His devilish fetish dreams of his wife being taken by an old man happen in real-time...and he was witnessing it. He felt like his cock would erupt the next moment. Though he imagined Tanvi cheating him with Khurram or Upendra, it was the least that he worried about...Mehta was equally qualified...a vile old man, kissing his wife in front of her husband, with an audience to watch her cheating him..."Ooohh-ssshiiitt", his cock jolted hard inside his boxer.

Tanvi's state was not any less better. If the lip-lock with Mehta killed her rational mindset, pulling her zebra skin-short and exposing her chastity to everyone made an impact on her subconscious mind, almost allowing the sleaze to happen. But, it was his sloppy kiss to her exposed neck that made her forget everything. Mehta was tactful enough to vacuum his lips on her tender skin and lick the skin inside his mouth's vacuum with his saliva...every time he licked with his tongue, everyone behind her saw her whole body buckling...with the best part being (or worst for Tanvi) her thighs spreading wider on Mehta's legs, making her ass-clefts to be more visible and pronounced to a stunned onlookers.

Mehta made one more push on her waistband...

"STOPPP!!!", Tanvi screamed and jumped up from Mehta's lap and stood panting, gasping, and angry.

"Mehtaji! I didn't expect this from you", she almost screamed.

"Sorry...Beti...so sorry...I just...just got lost...sorry", Mehta stood up.

Through the corner of her eyes, Tanvi noticed how much his cock had bulged...engorged...her cunt was almost breaking, she felt it...though she was fully aware of the cock in front, as she once measured it in full, it was menacing. Tanvi almost choked to find words.

"No, Mehtaji. This has crossed all limits. I thought this to be a nice gathering...and you guys turned it into something bad", she seethed.

"Tanvi, it's okay, I am here", Sanjoth came forward.

"So? Don't you see what just happened now? I am your wife, your legally married wife, for God's sake"

"Beti, nothing happened...I was just lost for a moment...please...afterall I am a man too...but, we don't mean any harm", Mehta apologised...but his penis remains erect. Even in such an agitated state, Tanvi was a vision of sexuality. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath...he saw the wet spot at her groin and grinned knowingly...

She caught that look, and hee cheeks reddened immediately. 

"Exactly my point, Mehtaji. You all are men, and anything and everything that's done with women is OK, yes? I am sorry, that I am DONE here. Are you coming, Sanju?", she grabbed her dress from a stunned Mimi and wore it back.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. Everyone was serious. 

Mimi also wore her top back onto her body.

"Listen, Didi, we are good people, please stay", Mimi held Tanvi's arm in a comforting manner.

"I don't know about you Mimi, but I am done. Are you coming?", Tanvi asked again, looking at her husband.

"Let him stay for the night, Beti. We know you are upset, and I apologise one more time. You can stay as well, we will appreciate it", Mehta tried his luck last time.

"Sorry Mehtaji, I prefer not to. You stay Sanju, if you want to but I am going home", with a furious tone, and not acknowledging anyone else, Tanvi walked out of Mehta's house.

"God! What just happened?", Mimi asked with a playful tone.

"Sometimes she's just like that", Sanjoth's voice was a bit angered too. He had forgotten the fact that his wife was literally going to be fucked, or bangd in front of him, with or without his and her consent. He couldn't get that point clear in his head.

"What the hell just happened!", Tanvi bit her lips as she climbed the steps to her home. She ran into the toilet and took a moment after removing her frock. She was indeed a vision...there was no doubt about it. She looked at her reflection in the zebra striped bra and the flimsy panty...she saw the red imprints of Mehta's hands where he held her thighs and waist. On her fair skin, the marks seem like a stamp of her infidelity. When she removed her panty, her face flushed with the realization that she had in fact, creamed when the old man kissed and molested her.

Though with much discomfort of her body cheating herself, and the way she felt unsatisfied after such a steamy encounter...Tanvi forced herself to sleep.


At Sanjoth's home:

Next day morning, Tanvi woke up to her snoring husband in the guest room. She cursed herself for everything and started her daily chores at home.

"Tanvi, you okay?", she was startled when Sanjoth came to the living room and asked.

"Yes...No, I mean, I am not, Sanju"

"Okay", he replied to himself and sat with a coffee mug.

Tanvi came with hers and sat opposite.

"What was all that yesterday, Sanju? How could you let that happen? To me...your wife?", her voice carried her anger.

"What do you mean? You are the one who asked for it", his voice was full of malice.

"What the hell! You told....in fact, you almost begged me to go there, even though I didn't want to. And, then, all those so-called acting...really? It was so clear that it wasn't any pre-shoot like how they said. They were about to bang me there...and you just allowed it...with your 'acting', didn't you?"

"What should have I done? You sat on top of Mehtaji and was literally asking to be fucked...you didn't care for the world...even with me there", he seethed back.

"What the hell, Sanju!"

"Don't Sanju me, Tanvi. I saw you very well. After seeing you like that, I am now convinced about what you have done with Khurramji. So, don't put this on my head, okay"

"My God! What are you blabbering...how many times should I tell you that nothing happened between me and Khurramji or even with anyone else??? It's you who cheated our marriage...with that whore from your office, then with Safiyaji...and God knows who else with...don't deny it...I saw with my own eyes what you did with Safiyaji at the gym and also what you did with Maahiji at their home"

"Goodness woman, you need to stop. That just happened once, and I never did that again", he lied through his teeth.

"Regardless of what you are doing now. You cheated on our marriage. That's a fact", she replied in a serious tone. "The rest all are your own dirty fantasy"

"And, were you far behind? You prodded your sluttish body to Upendraji also"

"My God! SANJU! it was YOU who took me to their home and asked me to wear those things to show your wife off...Did I ask you to take me there? If it was you, for Godsake!", she was visibly shaken by her husband's interpretation of the events.

"Tanvi, let's get the facts right, ok. I asked you to go, yes...but was it me who paraded half-naked in front of Upendraji? Was it me who sat on Mehtaji's lap and grinded on top of that man asking to be fucked? Was it me who went to the gym everyday and spent time alone with Khurramji, and doing God knows what? No...it was all you...so, when I called you a slut or whore, it's because you are one", his screaming voice echoed in their entire house.

"GOODNESS, SANJUUU!!!, KIDS!!!", Tanvi stood up, dropping her coffee mug, and it shattered on the floor...she didn't give any attention to it. "Sanju...did you see me having sex with any of these people who you named just now? NO! On the same note, did I see you having sex with multiple women? Yes! I saw what you did with Sharda too....I DID, WITH MY OWN EYES!!", she took a deep pause and the moment she raised her voice, Sanjoth sat down...defenseless. "So, Sanju, now you tell me...who cheated our marriage? Me or You?

"I have nothing to say, you are a slut, Tanvi. Go, do whatever you want to. I think it's better that I am no longer in the picture...it would help, right?", he altered the conversation again.

"NO, SANJU. You just can't turn this bad picture on me again. I just can't believe that, only because you asked, I followed you blind...even to the point that I acted like a 'slut' in bed with you...ON OUR OWN BED...just so you get a damn erection...so, yes...in one way, it's better that you are not in the picture...BECAUSE, I CAN'T ACT LIKE HOW YOU DO...AND I AM NOT A SLUT!!!", she screamed and seethed.

"Whatever you say", Sanjoth mumbled to show his rage and retribution. He walked out from the living room to change clothes to the office. He needed an escape. He was very well aware that everything that his wife screamed was true...he had to think...of something...

Tanvi cleaned up the floor immersed in her thoughts when Sharda came for daily cleaning. She quickly tried to send her away by saying no more cleaning needed in the house.

Sharda! her maid was persistent. She had her own agenda with Tanvi. She pressed...till Tanvi unwillingly agreed to clean the house the next day.



Sanjoth's office:

Sitting at his seat, Sanjoth heaved with a sort of regretful suffocation. Already lost in thoughts of how bad he fell into the mess that he created himself, he couldn't figure out a way to come clean with his Wife. Few times, questions about his own children came into his head....the evil seed of doubt. Desperate to find flaws in his wife, his thoughts were clouded with everything that went on and went wrong. One moment, he wanted to feel Safiya's body, the next second, blood rushed through his penis veins when he recalled how much he enjoyed the vaginal insides of Maahi, the moment after the images of how he held Sharda in his arms with her sultry whimpers made his half-jolt on where he sat, and then at a reachable distance in his office...the woman with whom he have been having a long-time affair, looking at that lady, Sanjoth was almost about to spill his sperm...without even any stimulus...he found himself hitting his head...till a phone call came.

"Khurramji", he muttered the name out loud when he saw the name on his phone screen.

"Yes, Sanjoth. It's me, Khurram", the familiar gruff voice came through the earpiece...making him shudder suddenly.

"Ji, Khurramji...how can I help?", Sanjoth knew his question was silly, but he had to make small talk.

"Sanju, there is something that we have to discuss...don't we? I am here in the Cafe next to your office. Come down, i have booked a spot for you"

"Ji...okay", he replied meekly and walked out of the office.