22-02-2026, 04:06 AM
The next morning I woke early with the images of yesterday still burning in my mind. My wife's full red lips spread wide open by that ugly photographer's rough thumbs her glistening pink mouth exposed completely while she talked innocently about her dreams had made me cum harder than ever. My cock twitched again just thinking about it as I dressed quickly and left for the photo studio before my wife finished her morning chores. The streets were quiet the sun already hot promising another sticky Chennai day.
I reached the small shop and pushed the door open. The photographer stood behind the reception counter grinning his crooked yellow teeth flashing as soon as he saw me. Another man leaned against the wall beside him tall thin with a scruffy beard and sharp watchful eyes wearing a faded shirt open at the collar. Both turned toward me the moment I entered.
"Ah sir good morning come come the photos are ready," the photographer said waving me closer his voice oily and eager.
He pulled a small envelope from under the counter and slid out the passport size photos first. My wife's face looked perfect in them her large dark eyes bright her full red lips curved in that proud smile mangalsutra resting neatly between her massive boobs. But then he reached under the counter again and brought out a larger sheet of contact prints full size images he had taken without asking.
"Sir look at these also I took extra full body shots yesterday when madam was standing. She came out really well no? See different angles," he said spreading the prints on the counter.
The photos showed my wife in her purple saree looking impossibly hot from every angle. One captured her standing straight facing the camera her enormous boobs thrusting forward like ripe melons the deep inviting cleavage spilling out where the pallu had slipped low her dark nipples poking hard and prominent over the tight purple blouse the low tied saree revealing her deep round navel like a dark tempting hole in her flat stomach and her wide fertile hips flaring out seductively. Another was a side profile her massive boobs side on looking even bigger and heavier the curve pushing against the blouse her plump ass cheeks round and juicy the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree her thick juicy thighs squeezed together promising softness. A third showed her from slightly behind her ass cheeks dominating the frame plump full and jiggling in the frozen moment the purple saree clinging to every curve her long jet black hair cascading down her back swaying slightly the gold chains on her slim ankles adding delicate sparkle. In every photo her body screamed raw sensuality her boobs heavy and firm her navel deep and inviting her hips wide and swaying her ass cheeks plump and tempting making her look like a goddess of forbidden desire.
The photographer leaned over the monitor beside the prints and zoomed in slowly on one photo focusing first on her massive boobs the deep cleavage filling the screen her nipples poking hard over the purple blouse then zoomed out to show her full figure then zoomed in again on her deep round navel circling the dark tempting well with the cursor then out again then in on her plump ass cheeks the panty line sharp over the saree highlighting how juicy and round they looked. He repeated the zoom in and out on different angles letting me stare at her hot body up close.
"Sir if you are interested we can do proper photoshoot of madam. In western dress like jeans top or short skirt anything modern. Bring her here I will make her look even more stunning," he said voice low and suggestive eyes flicking to mine.
His words sent a jolt straight to my cock. My cock hardened inside my trousers throbbing at the thought of my wife posing in tight jeans hugging her thick thighs and plump ass cheeks or a short top showing her deep navel and massive boobs pushing against the material. Horny heat spread through my gut imagining her in those outfits under his camera.
He began cutting the passport size photos from the sheet carefully with scissors then slipped them into the envelope. As he worked he looked up at me again.
"Sir if you want we can do bikini photoshoot also for madam. Small swimsuit two piece very artistic. I will give discount special price only for you," he added casually his eyes gleaming.
The mention of my wife in a bikini her massive boobs barely contained by tiny triangles her deep navel fully exposed her wide hips and plump ass cheeks on display under his lens made my cock throb even harder leaking precum inside my trousers. Horny fire burned in my balls the filthy idea of other men seeing her like that twisting with jealousy into raw excitement.
"No only passport size is enough," I said with a small smile trying to keep my voice steady.
"Okay sir as you wish. One hundred rupees," he said handing me the envelope.
I paid the hundred rupees took the envelope and left the shop cock still hard pressing against my trousers. I started my Splendor bike and rode home through the morning traffic. The entire way my mind replayed the photos his zooming in on her boobs navel ass cheeks the suggestion of western dress and bikini shoots. Realizing other men like the photographer and his friend were ogling my wife's body staring at her boobs her ass cheeks her navel imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than I had ever felt. My cock stayed rock hard the whole ride leaking precum my balls aching with twisted filthy arousal the dark thrill of her beauty being desired by strangers burning deeper into me with every kilometer toward home.
The ride home on my Splendor felt endless. Chennai traffic crawled while my mind replayed every filthy detail from the photo studio. The way the photographer zoomed in on my wife's massive boobs made the deep cleavage fill the monitor completely. Her dark nipples poked hard over the purple blouse like they begged for attention. The slow pan moved to her deep round navel and circled that dark tempting well with the cursor. Then the view pulled out to show her wide fertile hips flaring under the low tied saree. Finally the zoom tightened on her plump ass cheeks. The panty line showed sharp over her ass cheeks over the saree and highlighted how juicy and round they looked from behind. Every zoom made my cock twitch harder against my trousers. The engine vibration only added to the torment.
But what kept the fire burning hottest was knowing other men had seen her like that. The photographer and his friend stared openly at her photos. Their eyes stayed hungry on her boobs pushing hard against the purple blouse. They lingered on her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree. They fixed on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the purple saree. They studied her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. They zoomed in and out. They lingered on every angle. They whispered about western dresses and bikinis and late night shoots and close ups and item songs. They discussed how she would look on screen. They talked about how others would watch her and enjoy her beauty from afar without her knowing while I stayed hidden just like today.
The thought of strangers ogling my wife's massive boobs and imagining peeling her pallu aside to expose more cleavage made my cock leak steadily the whole ride. Picturing her deep navel being licked and her plump ass cheeks slapped and her full red lips parted again like yesterday sent sharp jealousy stabbing my chest. Yet that same jealousy flipped instantly into raw filthy excitement. Hidden eyes devoured her body. Secret gazes traced her nipples poking over the blouse. Forbidden desire built while she remained innocent and unaware. My cock throbbed painfully hard against the seam of my trousers. Pre cum soaked through as I imagined the photographer keeping extra prints. I pictured him jerking his own cock to her boobs and ass cheeks late at night. I saw him showing them to more men who would whisper how hot she looked. They would want to see her boobs bounce and her ass cheeks jiggle and her navel glisten under lights.
By the time I parked the bike outside our government quarters my cock was rock hard. My balls ached with need. I adjusted myself discreetly. My heart raced. I knew I would replay those photos in my mind tonight while my wife slept beside me. Her mangalsutra would rest heavy between her massive boobs. She would stay completely unaware that the simple act of getting passport photos had awakened this dark hunger inside me. The realization that other men ogling my wife and desiring her massive boobs and her deep navel and her plump ass cheeks and her thick juicy thighs and imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than any direct touch ever had. I entered the house quietly. My cock still throbbed. I already craved the next hidden glimpse. I craved the next forbidden thrill of watching strangers lust after my beautiful innocent wife from the shadows while she remained blissfully unaware.
I reached home still hard from the ride. My cock throbbed inside my trousers as I sat at the small table in our living room. I pulled out the passport size photos from the envelope. My wife's beautiful face stared back at me her large dark eyes shining her full red lips curved in that proud smile the mangalsutra resting heavy between her massive boobs. I took the application form and stuck the photos carefully in the marked spaces using the glue stick. Her innocent smile looked perfect next to the college details. I folded the extra full body contact prints and slid them inside the file along with her twelfth marks card transfer certificate marriage certificate and other documents. The file felt thick and important now ready for submission. I kept everything neatly arranged and closed the file.
In the afternoon I left for office. The day dragged slow my mind drifting back to the photos and the photographer's words about western dresses and bikinis. My cock stayed half hard under the desk thinking about my wife in tight jeans or a short top or even smaller. After office I stopped at the college. The old building looked quiet in the late afternoon light. I went to the admission office paid the fees in cash and got the receipt stamped. The clerk confirmed her name was entered in the evening batch for B.A. Sociology. He added casually that the classes had started a week ago and my wife would be the last student to join this batch. Everything was done. I felt a strange mix of pride and that dark excitement again knowing soon she would begin attending evening classes.
I called my wife from the office phone before leaving.
"Sudha admission is done. Fees paid everything complete. Classes started a week ago you will be the last student to join this batch. Get ready and wait for me in the evening. I will take you to college at six," I said voice steady but my cock twitching at the thought of her stepping into that world.
"Really Rajesh? Classes already started? I am so excited I cannot believe it," she replied voice bright and trembling with joy.
"Yes love. Be ready when I reach," I told her before hanging up.
By the time I reached home at five thirty my wife was already waiting near the door. She wore her favorite red saree with a matching red blouse that hugged her massive boobs so tightly the deep cleavage spilled out even with the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder. The saree tied low on her wide hips exposed her deep round navel like a dark inviting hole in her flat stomach. Her dark nipples poked hard over the red blouse from the excitement and the cool evening air. The red color made her jet black hair shine brighter and her full red lips look wet and plump. Her plump ass cheeks looked even juicier under the tight dbang the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she shifted her weight. Her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the saree promising softness. The mangalsutra rested deep in her cleavage the gold pendant nestling perfectly between her heavy boobs. She looked impossibly hot ready to step out into the world again after years of being just wife and mother.
I quickly went inside freshened up splashed water on my face changed into my white shirt and white dhoti. I tucked the shirt neatly adjusted the dhoti around my waist and came out. My wife smiled shyly her boobs rising and falling with quick breaths nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"You look beautiful Sudha. Ready for your first college day even if you are joining late," I said voice low eyes locked on her boobs and navel.
"Yes Rajesh I feel nervous but excited too. I cannot wait to start learning," she whispered cheeks flushing.
We stepped out at six. The sky was almost dark street lights flickering on. I started the Splendor she sat behind me sidesaddle her boobs crushing softly against my back the mangalsutra brushing my shirt. Her arms wrapped around my waist her thick thighs hugging my hips as we rode through the evening streets toward the college. Her ass cheeks jiggled slightly on the seat the red saree fluttering in the breeze the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree whenever we hit a bump. My cock hardened again feeling her massive boobs press against me knowing soon she would begin her evening classes. The thought sent fresh precum leaking as we neared the old college building under the dim street lamps.
The college building looked almost empty when we arrived at six. The old compound was dark under the dim street lamps only a handful of lights glowed in a few windows. No crowds no noise just the quiet hum of evening classes already in session for a week. My wife clung to my arm her red saree fluttering slightly in the night breeze her massive boobs rising and falling with nervous breaths nipples poking hard over the red blouse. Her deep round navel showed clearly above the low tied saree her wide hips swaying as we walked toward the small office room near the entrance.
I pushed the door open and led her inside. The cashier who had collected the fees from me earlier sat behind a wooden desk under a single tube light. He was middle aged balding with a thick mustache and a pot belly straining his shirt buttons. The moment he looked up and saw my wife his eyes widened. His gaze locked on her immediately traveling from her jet black hair down to her full red lips then straight to her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse the deep cleavage spilling out under the dbangd pallu. His stare dropped lower to her exposed deep round navel then to her wide fertile hips and finally lingered on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she stood there shyly. His right hand slipped inside his right trouser pocket and he began rubbing his cock over the material slowly at first then faster his knuckles moving visibly under the pocket cloth while his left hand rested on the desk pretending to shuffle papers.
"Sir you must be Rajesh. And this must be Sudha the new student," he said voice thick and excited his right hand jerking his cock inside the pocket as he stared at her boobs and navel.
My wife nodded cheeks flushing her boobs heaving slightly nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I am Sudha," she answered softly voice full of pride and nervousness.
The cashier smiled wider his eyes never leaving her body. He stood up from his chair moved to the other side of the counter so he could see her better from an angle that showed her plump ass cheeks and the way her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the red saree. His right hand stayed deep inside his right pocket jerking his cock in steady rhythmic strokes the pocket cloth tenting slightly with each upward pull while his left hand reached into a drawer. He pulled out a laminated college ID card with her passport photo stuck on it and held it out. My wife stepped forward her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved. She took the ID card from his hand her fingers brushing his for a second. The moment she held it her large dark eyes filled with tears of joy. Pride swelled inside her chest making her massive boobs rise higher nipples stiff and prominent over the red blouse. She looked at the card her name printed clearly along with the college logo and batch details. After so many years of waiting motherhood and household duties she finally had proof she was a student again. Her full red lips curved into a wide happy smile her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she clutched the ID card to her chest.
The cashier kept staring from his position on the other side of the counter his right hand jerking his cock faster inside the pocket now the movements obvious under the trouser material his breathing heavier while his eyes roamed her boobs her deep navel her wide hips and back up to her proud smiling face. His cock jerked harder inside the pocket the tent growing bigger his knuckles rubbing up and down the full length faster and faster. His face flushed his mustache twitching his eyes locked on her massive boobs heaving with pride nipples poking hard over the red blouse then down to her deep round navel then to her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she shifted her weight. His balls tightened visibly under the trousers his hand stroking frantically now the pocket cloth straining with each rough jerk.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm he moaned low in his throat as he was about to cum.
The moment, the id fell on the floor and my wife bent to pick it up, he could not hold hold it more watching her ass in her saree and began cumming all over his hand inside the pocket. Thick hot ropes of cum soaked through the pocket cloth dark wet patches spreading on his trousers as his body shuddered knees buckling slightly against the counter. His hand slowed but kept squeezing milking every drop while his eyes stayed glued to my wife's proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My cock hardened instantly inside my dhoti watching him ogle her so openly jerking his cock right there and cumming hard while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man lusting after my wife jerking his cock to her massive boobs and plump ass cheeks right in front of me made my own cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the quiet office room.
I reached the small shop and pushed the door open. The photographer stood behind the reception counter grinning his crooked yellow teeth flashing as soon as he saw me. Another man leaned against the wall beside him tall thin with a scruffy beard and sharp watchful eyes wearing a faded shirt open at the collar. Both turned toward me the moment I entered.
"Ah sir good morning come come the photos are ready," the photographer said waving me closer his voice oily and eager.
He pulled a small envelope from under the counter and slid out the passport size photos first. My wife's face looked perfect in them her large dark eyes bright her full red lips curved in that proud smile mangalsutra resting neatly between her massive boobs. But then he reached under the counter again and brought out a larger sheet of contact prints full size images he had taken without asking.
"Sir look at these also I took extra full body shots yesterday when madam was standing. She came out really well no? See different angles," he said spreading the prints on the counter.
The photos showed my wife in her purple saree looking impossibly hot from every angle. One captured her standing straight facing the camera her enormous boobs thrusting forward like ripe melons the deep inviting cleavage spilling out where the pallu had slipped low her dark nipples poking hard and prominent over the tight purple blouse the low tied saree revealing her deep round navel like a dark tempting hole in her flat stomach and her wide fertile hips flaring out seductively. Another was a side profile her massive boobs side on looking even bigger and heavier the curve pushing against the blouse her plump ass cheeks round and juicy the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree her thick juicy thighs squeezed together promising softness. A third showed her from slightly behind her ass cheeks dominating the frame plump full and jiggling in the frozen moment the purple saree clinging to every curve her long jet black hair cascading down her back swaying slightly the gold chains on her slim ankles adding delicate sparkle. In every photo her body screamed raw sensuality her boobs heavy and firm her navel deep and inviting her hips wide and swaying her ass cheeks plump and tempting making her look like a goddess of forbidden desire.
The photographer leaned over the monitor beside the prints and zoomed in slowly on one photo focusing first on her massive boobs the deep cleavage filling the screen her nipples poking hard over the purple blouse then zoomed out to show her full figure then zoomed in again on her deep round navel circling the dark tempting well with the cursor then out again then in on her plump ass cheeks the panty line sharp over the saree highlighting how juicy and round they looked. He repeated the zoom in and out on different angles letting me stare at her hot body up close.
"Sir if you are interested we can do proper photoshoot of madam. In western dress like jeans top or short skirt anything modern. Bring her here I will make her look even more stunning," he said voice low and suggestive eyes flicking to mine.
His words sent a jolt straight to my cock. My cock hardened inside my trousers throbbing at the thought of my wife posing in tight jeans hugging her thick thighs and plump ass cheeks or a short top showing her deep navel and massive boobs pushing against the material. Horny heat spread through my gut imagining her in those outfits under his camera.
He began cutting the passport size photos from the sheet carefully with scissors then slipped them into the envelope. As he worked he looked up at me again.
"Sir if you want we can do bikini photoshoot also for madam. Small swimsuit two piece very artistic. I will give discount special price only for you," he added casually his eyes gleaming.
The mention of my wife in a bikini her massive boobs barely contained by tiny triangles her deep navel fully exposed her wide hips and plump ass cheeks on display under his lens made my cock throb even harder leaking precum inside my trousers. Horny fire burned in my balls the filthy idea of other men seeing her like that twisting with jealousy into raw excitement.
"No only passport size is enough," I said with a small smile trying to keep my voice steady.
"Okay sir as you wish. One hundred rupees," he said handing me the envelope.
I paid the hundred rupees took the envelope and left the shop cock still hard pressing against my trousers. I started my Splendor bike and rode home through the morning traffic. The entire way my mind replayed the photos his zooming in on her boobs navel ass cheeks the suggestion of western dress and bikini shoots. Realizing other men like the photographer and his friend were ogling my wife's body staring at her boobs her ass cheeks her navel imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than I had ever felt. My cock stayed rock hard the whole ride leaking precum my balls aching with twisted filthy arousal the dark thrill of her beauty being desired by strangers burning deeper into me with every kilometer toward home.
The ride home on my Splendor felt endless. Chennai traffic crawled while my mind replayed every filthy detail from the photo studio. The way the photographer zoomed in on my wife's massive boobs made the deep cleavage fill the monitor completely. Her dark nipples poked hard over the purple blouse like they begged for attention. The slow pan moved to her deep round navel and circled that dark tempting well with the cursor. Then the view pulled out to show her wide fertile hips flaring under the low tied saree. Finally the zoom tightened on her plump ass cheeks. The panty line showed sharp over her ass cheeks over the saree and highlighted how juicy and round they looked from behind. Every zoom made my cock twitch harder against my trousers. The engine vibration only added to the torment.
But what kept the fire burning hottest was knowing other men had seen her like that. The photographer and his friend stared openly at her photos. Their eyes stayed hungry on her boobs pushing hard against the purple blouse. They lingered on her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree. They fixed on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the purple saree. They studied her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. They zoomed in and out. They lingered on every angle. They whispered about western dresses and bikinis and late night shoots and close ups and item songs. They discussed how she would look on screen. They talked about how others would watch her and enjoy her beauty from afar without her knowing while I stayed hidden just like today.
The thought of strangers ogling my wife's massive boobs and imagining peeling her pallu aside to expose more cleavage made my cock leak steadily the whole ride. Picturing her deep navel being licked and her plump ass cheeks slapped and her full red lips parted again like yesterday sent sharp jealousy stabbing my chest. Yet that same jealousy flipped instantly into raw filthy excitement. Hidden eyes devoured her body. Secret gazes traced her nipples poking over the blouse. Forbidden desire built while she remained innocent and unaware. My cock throbbed painfully hard against the seam of my trousers. Pre cum soaked through as I imagined the photographer keeping extra prints. I pictured him jerking his own cock to her boobs and ass cheeks late at night. I saw him showing them to more men who would whisper how hot she looked. They would want to see her boobs bounce and her ass cheeks jiggle and her navel glisten under lights.
By the time I parked the bike outside our government quarters my cock was rock hard. My balls ached with need. I adjusted myself discreetly. My heart raced. I knew I would replay those photos in my mind tonight while my wife slept beside me. Her mangalsutra would rest heavy between her massive boobs. She would stay completely unaware that the simple act of getting passport photos had awakened this dark hunger inside me. The realization that other men ogling my wife and desiring her massive boobs and her deep navel and her plump ass cheeks and her thick juicy thighs and imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than any direct touch ever had. I entered the house quietly. My cock still throbbed. I already craved the next hidden glimpse. I craved the next forbidden thrill of watching strangers lust after my beautiful innocent wife from the shadows while she remained blissfully unaware.
I reached home still hard from the ride. My cock throbbed inside my trousers as I sat at the small table in our living room. I pulled out the passport size photos from the envelope. My wife's beautiful face stared back at me her large dark eyes shining her full red lips curved in that proud smile the mangalsutra resting heavy between her massive boobs. I took the application form and stuck the photos carefully in the marked spaces using the glue stick. Her innocent smile looked perfect next to the college details. I folded the extra full body contact prints and slid them inside the file along with her twelfth marks card transfer certificate marriage certificate and other documents. The file felt thick and important now ready for submission. I kept everything neatly arranged and closed the file.
In the afternoon I left for office. The day dragged slow my mind drifting back to the photos and the photographer's words about western dresses and bikinis. My cock stayed half hard under the desk thinking about my wife in tight jeans or a short top or even smaller. After office I stopped at the college. The old building looked quiet in the late afternoon light. I went to the admission office paid the fees in cash and got the receipt stamped. The clerk confirmed her name was entered in the evening batch for B.A. Sociology. He added casually that the classes had started a week ago and my wife would be the last student to join this batch. Everything was done. I felt a strange mix of pride and that dark excitement again knowing soon she would begin attending evening classes.
I called my wife from the office phone before leaving.
"Sudha admission is done. Fees paid everything complete. Classes started a week ago you will be the last student to join this batch. Get ready and wait for me in the evening. I will take you to college at six," I said voice steady but my cock twitching at the thought of her stepping into that world.
"Really Rajesh? Classes already started? I am so excited I cannot believe it," she replied voice bright and trembling with joy.
"Yes love. Be ready when I reach," I told her before hanging up.
By the time I reached home at five thirty my wife was already waiting near the door. She wore her favorite red saree with a matching red blouse that hugged her massive boobs so tightly the deep cleavage spilled out even with the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder. The saree tied low on her wide hips exposed her deep round navel like a dark inviting hole in her flat stomach. Her dark nipples poked hard over the red blouse from the excitement and the cool evening air. The red color made her jet black hair shine brighter and her full red lips look wet and plump. Her plump ass cheeks looked even juicier under the tight dbang the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she shifted her weight. Her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the saree promising softness. The mangalsutra rested deep in her cleavage the gold pendant nestling perfectly between her heavy boobs. She looked impossibly hot ready to step out into the world again after years of being just wife and mother.
I quickly went inside freshened up splashed water on my face changed into my white shirt and white dhoti. I tucked the shirt neatly adjusted the dhoti around my waist and came out. My wife smiled shyly her boobs rising and falling with quick breaths nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"You look beautiful Sudha. Ready for your first college day even if you are joining late," I said voice low eyes locked on her boobs and navel.
"Yes Rajesh I feel nervous but excited too. I cannot wait to start learning," she whispered cheeks flushing.
We stepped out at six. The sky was almost dark street lights flickering on. I started the Splendor she sat behind me sidesaddle her boobs crushing softly against my back the mangalsutra brushing my shirt. Her arms wrapped around my waist her thick thighs hugging my hips as we rode through the evening streets toward the college. Her ass cheeks jiggled slightly on the seat the red saree fluttering in the breeze the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree whenever we hit a bump. My cock hardened again feeling her massive boobs press against me knowing soon she would begin her evening classes. The thought sent fresh precum leaking as we neared the old college building under the dim street lamps.
The college building looked almost empty when we arrived at six. The old compound was dark under the dim street lamps only a handful of lights glowed in a few windows. No crowds no noise just the quiet hum of evening classes already in session for a week. My wife clung to my arm her red saree fluttering slightly in the night breeze her massive boobs rising and falling with nervous breaths nipples poking hard over the red blouse. Her deep round navel showed clearly above the low tied saree her wide hips swaying as we walked toward the small office room near the entrance.
I pushed the door open and led her inside. The cashier who had collected the fees from me earlier sat behind a wooden desk under a single tube light. He was middle aged balding with a thick mustache and a pot belly straining his shirt buttons. The moment he looked up and saw my wife his eyes widened. His gaze locked on her immediately traveling from her jet black hair down to her full red lips then straight to her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse the deep cleavage spilling out under the dbangd pallu. His stare dropped lower to her exposed deep round navel then to her wide fertile hips and finally lingered on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she stood there shyly. His right hand slipped inside his right trouser pocket and he began rubbing his cock over the material slowly at first then faster his knuckles moving visibly under the pocket cloth while his left hand rested on the desk pretending to shuffle papers.
"Sir you must be Rajesh. And this must be Sudha the new student," he said voice thick and excited his right hand jerking his cock inside the pocket as he stared at her boobs and navel.
My wife nodded cheeks flushing her boobs heaving slightly nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I am Sudha," she answered softly voice full of pride and nervousness.
The cashier smiled wider his eyes never leaving her body. He stood up from his chair moved to the other side of the counter so he could see her better from an angle that showed her plump ass cheeks and the way her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the red saree. His right hand stayed deep inside his right pocket jerking his cock in steady rhythmic strokes the pocket cloth tenting slightly with each upward pull while his left hand reached into a drawer. He pulled out a laminated college ID card with her passport photo stuck on it and held it out. My wife stepped forward her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved. She took the ID card from his hand her fingers brushing his for a second. The moment she held it her large dark eyes filled with tears of joy. Pride swelled inside her chest making her massive boobs rise higher nipples stiff and prominent over the red blouse. She looked at the card her name printed clearly along with the college logo and batch details. After so many years of waiting motherhood and household duties she finally had proof she was a student again. Her full red lips curved into a wide happy smile her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she clutched the ID card to her chest.
The cashier kept staring from his position on the other side of the counter his right hand jerking his cock faster inside the pocket now the movements obvious under the trouser material his breathing heavier while his eyes roamed her boobs her deep navel her wide hips and back up to her proud smiling face. His cock jerked harder inside the pocket the tent growing bigger his knuckles rubbing up and down the full length faster and faster. His face flushed his mustache twitching his eyes locked on her massive boobs heaving with pride nipples poking hard over the red blouse then down to her deep round navel then to her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she shifted her weight. His balls tightened visibly under the trousers his hand stroking frantically now the pocket cloth straining with each rough jerk.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm he moaned low in his throat as he was about to cum.
The moment, the id fell on the floor and my wife bent to pick it up, he could not hold hold it more watching her ass in her saree and began cumming all over his hand inside the pocket. Thick hot ropes of cum soaked through the pocket cloth dark wet patches spreading on his trousers as his body shuddered knees buckling slightly against the counter. His hand slowed but kept squeezing milking every drop while his eyes stayed glued to my wife's proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My cock hardened instantly inside my dhoti watching him ogle her so openly jerking his cock right there and cumming hard while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man lusting after my wife jerking his cock to her massive boobs and plump ass cheeks right in front of me made my own cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the quiet office room.
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