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Two days after Johnny discovered that Deepa was Charan Sharma’s wife, both father and son sat in the villa discussing their new golden opportunity.
Mr. Raghav Reddy laughed with dark satisfaction. “This is perfect, Johnny. Charan Sharma snatched our biggest project. Now we have his wife under our complete control. Through her, we can destroy him slowly from inside his own home.”
Johnny smirked, sipping his drink. “She’s already addicted to my cock, Dad. She moans like a whore when I fuck her. We’ll use her body, her mind, and her access to Charan’s files. She will help us ruin him.”
Both men smiled coldly. Their revenge had taken a deliciously personal turn.
The next day was the college cultural programme. Parents and families were invited. Rahul had informed Deepa about it, and she had agreed to attend with Charan.
But the day before the event, around 11 AM, when Charan had gone to the office and Rahul was at college, the doorbell rang.
Deepa opened the door casually, thinking it might be the maid. Her face turned pale with shock when she saw Johnny standing there with a wicked grin.
“Wha— Johnny?! Why did you come here?!” she whispered in panic, trying to close the door. “Are you mad? Charan or Rahul could come anytime! Please go!”
Johnny quickly pushed the door open, stepped inside, and locked it behind him. Before she could protest further, he pressed his finger on her rosy, soft lips.
“Shhh…” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust.
His finger slowly slid down from her lips, tracing her chin, then her neck, feeling her rapid pulse. Deepa shivered. The finger continued its journey — sliding over her collarbone, then boldly into the deep valley of her cleavage through her blouse. Finally, it reached her soft tummy and stopped right at her deep, round navel.
He gently circled her navel with his fingertip.
Deepa’s breath hitched. “Haaaa…”
Her body betrayed her instantly. A visible shiver ran through her. Her nipples hardened against her blouse. She was slowly getting addicted to Johnny’s touch, even though her mind screamed in shame.
Johnny rotated his finger inside her navel, pressing gently. “You like it, don’t you?”
Deepa didn’t reply. Her lips trembled.
He pressed deeper into her navel, twisting slowly. “Haaaa… aaa…” A soft moan escaped her mouth.
“Tell me, Deepa,” he whispered, still playing with her navel. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
She shivered violently, eyes half-closed. “No… pls don’t tease me… I like it… I like it…” she repeated breathlessly, shame burning her face.
Johnny smirked. “Yes, I know my slut.”
Deepa’s eyes flashed with anger. “Shut up, Johnny! Don’t call me that!”
But Johnny’s finger slid lower, boldly pressing over her saree right on her pussy. He started rubbing her clit through the thin fabric in slow, firm circles.
Deepa’s knees buckled. “Ahhh… Johnny… please go now… Charan might come…”
“Tell me who you are,” he demanded, rubbing faster. “Who are you for me?”
“I am… I am Deepa… Charan’s wife…” she moaned.
“Wrong answer.” He pressed harder, rubbing her swollen clit relentlessly.
She couldn’t tolerate it anymore. Her voice broke into a loud, shameful cry.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!… I am your slut!… Your slut!!!” she shouted, her body trembling.
Johnny smiled victoriously. “Good girl. Now I have a gift for you.”
He took out a small black box and handed it to her. Deepa opened it with shaking hands. Inside was a smooth, egg-shaped vibrator plug with a remote.
“What… what is this?” she asked innocently.
Johnny didn’t explain with words. He lifted her saree and petticoat, pushed her panty aside, and slowly inserted the vibrator deep into her wet cunt. It fit tightly inside her.
“Johnyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! What are you doing?!” Deepa shouted, eyes wide in shock.
He took the remote from his pocket and switched it on.
A low vibration started inside her pussy.
Deepa’s eyes rolled back. “Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh…” Her legs shook violently.
Johnny increased the speed.
The vibrator buzzed harder inside her cunt, stimulating her G-spot directly.
“Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Deepa moaned loudly, holding the wall for support. Her thighs pressed together, hips jerking involuntarily.
Johnny laughed loudly. “Haa haa haaaaaa… Look at you. Already moaning like a whore.”
He suddenly switched it off. Deepa gasped, breathing heavily, her pussy dripping juices onto the floor. The vibrator was completely coated with her arousal.
Johnny pulled it out slowly and showed the glistening toy to her face.
“Look at it, my slut. See how much your cunt is craving my dick? Even a toy makes you drip like this.”
Deepa turned her face away in extreme shame, unable to look at her own juices covering the vibrator.
Johnny put the toy back in the box and gave her final instructions.
“Tomorrow at the college programme, you will come wearing this inside you. And you will tie your saree much below your navel — at least 3 inches low. I want everyone to see your sexy waist and hip chain. Understood?”
Deepa shook her head. “Never… I will not do that…”
Johnny grabbed her hair firmly and pulled her face close to his. “You know very well what will happen if you don’t obey. The videos will reach your husband and brother.”
He gave her a rough, possessive lip kiss, biting her lower lip, then left the house casually.
Deepa slid down to the floor, sitting with her back against the wall — a mixture of burning arousal and deep shame consuming her completely.
The Next Day – College Cultural Programme
Deepa was extremely nervous the entire morning. After a long hot bath, she chose a beautiful dark green silk saree with a matching low-neck blouse. She tied the saree dangerously low — almost 3 inches below her navel, revealing her smooth, soft midriff and the thin golden hip chain that sparkled against her skin. The saree pallu dbangd over her shoulder, but her exposed waist and deep navel were clearly visible.
With trembling hands, she took the vibrator plug, spread her legs, and pushed it deep inside her already wet pussy. It fit tightly. She adjusted her panty over it and wore the saree properly.
When Charan and Rahul were ready, she told them, “You both go in the car. I will come in late. I have some work.”
Rahul looked at her suspiciously but didn’t say anything. He noticed her saree was tied unusually low, showing a lot of her waist, but stayed silent.
As soon as they left, Deepa switched on the vibrator with the remote hidden in her purse on low speed. A soft moan escaped her lips as she got into the auto.
The entire journey to college, the vibrator buzzed gently inside her cunt, making her thighs tremble and her pussy leak continuously. She had to bite her lip hard to stop moaning openly.
When she reached the college ground, she got down from the auto carefully. The moment she stood up and adjusted her pallu, many eyes turned toward her.
Deepa looked stunning and extremely sensual. The dark green saree clung to her curves. Her saree tied much below the navel exposed her smooth, golden midriff completely. The thin golden hip chain glittered around her waist. Her deep navel was clearly visible. Her heavy breasts strained against the blouse with every step. She walked slowly, trying to control the vibrations inside her pussy.
All the students, teachers stared at the beautiful, voluptuous woman with her sexy exposed waist. Some whispered. Some couldn’t take their eyes off her deep navel and hip chain.
Deepa’s face burned with shame, but the vibrator kept buzzing inside her, making her wetter with every step.
Johnny, standing with his friends, watched her with a dark, satisfied smile. He slowly increased the speed on his remote.
Deepa’s eyes widened. She pressed her thighs together, a soft “Ohhhh…” escaping her lips as the vibrations intensified inside her leaking cunt.
The college programme had just begun.
And Deepa’s public humiliation and slow burning torment had started.
The college cultural programme was in full swing. The open auditorium ground was filled with students, teachers, parents, and guests. Cultural performances were happening on the stage, but many eyes were repeatedly drawn to one woman.
Deepa.
She walked slowly through the crowd, her dark green silk saree clinging to her voluptuous body. The saree was tied dangerously low — almost three inches below her navel — completely exposing her smooth, soft, golden midriff. The thin golden hip chain glittered seductively around her waist with every step. Her deep, round navel was clearly visible, occasionally catching the sunlight. Her heavy breasts strained against the matching low-cut blouse, the pallu dbangd loosely over her shoulder, threatening to slip at any moment.
She looked like a sensual goddess — beautiful, married, and dangerously exposed.
Inside her pussy, the vibrator plug buzzed gently on the lowest setting.
Deepa bit her lower lip hard, trying to control her breathing. Every step made the toy shift slightly inside her, sending small waves of pleasure through her core. Her pussy was already leaking, soaking her panty.
She had just spotted Charan and Rahul near the front row when her phone vibrated with a message from Johnny:
“Look to your left. Smile for me, slut.”
Deepa turned her head. Johnny was standing near the pillar with a few friends, wearing a black shirt, looking handsome and dangerous. He held the remote in his hand, hidden from others. He gave her a wicked smile and increased the speed.
The vibrator inside her cunt suddenly buzzed stronger.
“Ohhh…” Deepa gasped softly, her thighs pressing together instinctively. A fresh gush of wetness leaked out of her. She quickly covered it with a fake cough, pretending to adjust her pallu.
Charan noticed her and waved happily. “Deepa! Come here, jaan.”
She walked toward them with shaky legs. The vibrator continued its relentless buzzing against her G-spot. Each step sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her nipples hardened visibly against her blouse. Her deep navel glistened with a thin layer of sweat.
Rahul looked at her strangely. His eyes lingered on her exposed midriff and the way she was walking — a little too carefully, a little too sensually. His suspicion grew again.
“Didi… are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I’m… I’m fine, beta,” Deepa replied, forcing a smile. Her voice was slightly breathy.
Just then, Johnny increased the speed again.
The vibrator started pulsing inside her — strong, rhythmic vibrations directly against her most sensitive spot.
Deepa’s eyes widened. Her knees almost buckled. “Ahh…” A small, sharp moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She quickly turned it into a cough, holding her pallu tightly.
Charan rubbed her back lovingly. “What happened? Throat dry?”
Deepa nodded weakly, her face flushed red. The vibrator was now working at medium speed, making her pussy throb and leak continuously. She could feel her juices slowly trickling down her inner thighs.
Johnny didn’t stop. From a distance, he played with the remote like a toy, changing patterns — slow buzz, then sudden strong pulses, then steady vibration.
Deepa stood between her husband and brother, smiling and talking normally while her cunt was being tortured in public. Every few seconds, a soft shiver ran through her body. Her heavy breasts rose and fell faster. Her exposed midriff glistened with sweat. The thin hip chain trembled against her skin.
Rahul kept glancing at her. He noticed how her thighs pressed together, how she occasionally bit her lip, how her breathing was uneven. Something was clearly wrong.
Johnny finally walked closer, pretending to greet other parents. When he passed near Deepa, he “accidentally” brushed against her side and whispered very softly, only for her to hear:
“How does it feel, my slut? Vibrating deep inside your married pussy while your husband and brother stand right next to you?”
Deepa shivered violently. The vibrator pulsed harder at that exact moment. Her pussy clenched around the toy.
“Haaa…” she breathed out shakily.
Charan turned to her again. “Jaan, you’re sweating a lot. Are you not feeling well?”
“I’m… I’m okay,” she whispered, voice husky. “Just… a little warm.”
Johnny, now standing a few feet away, increased the intensity to maximum for five long seconds.
Deepa’s eyes rolled back for a moment. Her thighs clamped together tightly. A powerful wave of pleasure shot through her core. She was dangerously close to cumming in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by people.
“Oh god… oh god…” she muttered under her breath, gripping Charan’s arm for support.
The vibrations suddenly stopped.
Deepa gasped in relief and frustration at the same time. Her pussy was throbbing wildly, dripping wet, but denied release.
Johnny sent another message:
“Go to the backstage green room in 10 minutes. Alone. Or I turn it on maximum and leave it there until you cum in front of everyone.”
Deepa’s heart pounded. She made an excuse to Charan and Rahul — “I need to use the washroom” — and walked toward the backstage area with shaky legs. The vibrator buzzed lightly again, keeping her on edge.
The green room was empty and dimly lit. The moment she stepped inside, Johnny followed and locked the door.
He pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressing against hers. His hand slid down her exposed midriff and cupped her pussy over the saree.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck slowly. “Walking around with my toy inside your cunt while your husband is here. So wet for me.”
He switched the vibrator back on at a teasing medium speed and started kissing her deeply, his tongue playing with hers while his hand rubbed her clit over the fabric.
Deepa moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with need. The slow, sensual teasing continued — his hands roaming over her exposed waist, fingers playing with her navel, lips sucking on her neck, all while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside her dripping pussy.
The seduction game had begun in earnest.
And the programme was still going on outside.
Johnny left Deepa in the green room after a few more minutes of intense teasing. He kissed her swollen lips one last time, switched off the vibrator inside her, and whispered, “Be a good girl outside. Show me how obedient you are.”
He adjusted his shirt and casually walked out, rejoining his two close friends — Raju and Rakesh — who were standing in the corner of the first row, enjoying the cultural performances.
The three of them stood together, laughing and chatting. Johnny looked relaxed, but his eyes were constantly scanning for Deepa.
A few minutes later, Deepa emerged from backstage. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. The vibrator was still lodged deep inside her pussy, silent for now, but the wetness between her thighs made her walk carefully. She tried to head toward her seat where Charan and Rahul were sitting.
Just as she was about to cross the first row, her phone vibrated with a new message from Johnny:
“Drag your pallu to the side. Show your full tummy and deep navel while crossing us. Slowly. Let my friends see what a hot slut you are.”
Deepa shivered violently. A fresh wave of shame and forbidden thrill ran through her body. She hesitated for a second, but the memory of the videos and the threat made her obey.
With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled her pallu to the side, tucking it at her waist. The dark green saree was already tied dangerously low — almost four inches below her navel. Now, with the pallu moved aside, her entire soft, smooth, golden midriff was fully exposed. Her deep, round navel was clearly visible, along with the thin golden hip chain that rested seductively on her lower belly. The low-cut blouse pushed her heavy breasts up, making her deep cleavage prominent.
She walked slowly toward her seat, crossing right in front of Johnny and his friends.
Johnny deliberately stepped forward, blocking her path slightly.
“Madam…” he called out innocently, loud enough for nearby people to hear, “Aren’t you Rahul’s sister?”
Deepa froze. Her heart hammered wildly. She was standing barely two feet away from him, her full exposed midriff and deep navel on complete display for Johnny and his two friends.
“Yes…” she replied in a shaky voice, trying to sound normal.
Raju and Rakesh’s eyes widened with lust. Both of them shamelessly stared at her exposed tummy. Their gazes roamed over her soft, smooth waist, the deep inviting navel, the gentle curve of her lower belly, and the way her heavy breasts rose and fell with every nervous breath. The thin golden hip chain glittered against her skin, making the view even more erotic.
Raju smirked. “Yes, Madam… your brother Rahul is very clever in studies. Topper, right? I think he gets his inspiration from you. You look so… graceful.”
Rakesh licked his lips subtly and added, “Very graceful, Madam. Such a beautiful figure. No wonder Rahul is so focused.”
Deepa felt extremely humiliated. Here she was — a respectable married woman — standing in front of three rowdies with her saree tied obscenely low, her entire midriff and deep navel exposed for them to ogle. She could feel their hungry eyes devouring her body. Her nipples hardened against her blouse. The vibrator inside her pussy suddenly buzzed once — a short, sharp pulse — making her thighs tremble.
Johnny smiled innocently, but his eyes were dark with lust. “Madam, you are looking very beautiful today. This saree suits you perfectly. Especially the way you have tied it… so modern.”
He deliberately let his eyes drop to her exposed navel and hip chain, staring openly for a few seconds before looking back at her face.
Deepa’s face burned red. She felt completely exposed and objectified. From the corner of her eye, she could see Rahul watching the entire scene from his seat a few rows back. His face looked tense, fists clenched.
Rahul’s blood was boiling. He could clearly see Johnny and his friends stopping his sister. He noticed how low her saree was tied, how much skin she was showing, and how the three of them were staring at her exposed tummy and navel. The way Johnny was smiling at her made his suspicion turn into burning anger and fear.
Why is Didi showing so much skin? Why is she standing there talking to them? What the hell is going on?
Deepa tried to move past them, but Johnny gently touched her elbow, stopping her for one more second.
“Madam, please convey our regards to Rahul. Tell him his sister is looking absolutely stunning today,” Johnny said with a mocking smile.
Deepa nodded quickly, her voice barely audible. “I… I will.”
As she finally walked away, all three men stared at her swaying hips and the way her saree clung to her round ass. The vibrator buzzed again inside her — stronger this time — making her stumble slightly.
She reached her seat and sat down beside Charan, crossing her legs tightly. Her pallu had slipped a little, still exposing a large portion of her midriff. Charan smiled lovingly at her, completely unaware.
But Rahul, sitting on the other side, kept stealing glances at her exposed waist and the strange way she was breathing — heavy and uneven.
To be continued.....
Mr. Raghav Reddy laughed with dark satisfaction. “This is perfect, Johnny. Charan Sharma snatched our biggest project. Now we have his wife under our complete control. Through her, we can destroy him slowly from inside his own home.”
Johnny smirked, sipping his drink. “She’s already addicted to my cock, Dad. She moans like a whore when I fuck her. We’ll use her body, her mind, and her access to Charan’s files. She will help us ruin him.”
Both men smiled coldly. Their revenge had taken a deliciously personal turn.
The next day was the college cultural programme. Parents and families were invited. Rahul had informed Deepa about it, and she had agreed to attend with Charan.
But the day before the event, around 11 AM, when Charan had gone to the office and Rahul was at college, the doorbell rang.
Deepa opened the door casually, thinking it might be the maid. Her face turned pale with shock when she saw Johnny standing there with a wicked grin.
“Wha— Johnny?! Why did you come here?!” she whispered in panic, trying to close the door. “Are you mad? Charan or Rahul could come anytime! Please go!”
Johnny quickly pushed the door open, stepped inside, and locked it behind him. Before she could protest further, he pressed his finger on her rosy, soft lips.
“Shhh…” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust.
His finger slowly slid down from her lips, tracing her chin, then her neck, feeling her rapid pulse. Deepa shivered. The finger continued its journey — sliding over her collarbone, then boldly into the deep valley of her cleavage through her blouse. Finally, it reached her soft tummy and stopped right at her deep, round navel.
He gently circled her navel with his fingertip.
Deepa’s breath hitched. “Haaaa…”
Her body betrayed her instantly. A visible shiver ran through her. Her nipples hardened against her blouse. She was slowly getting addicted to Johnny’s touch, even though her mind screamed in shame.
Johnny rotated his finger inside her navel, pressing gently. “You like it, don’t you?”
Deepa didn’t reply. Her lips trembled.
He pressed deeper into her navel, twisting slowly. “Haaaa… aaa…” A soft moan escaped her mouth.
“Tell me, Deepa,” he whispered, still playing with her navel. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
She shivered violently, eyes half-closed. “No… pls don’t tease me… I like it… I like it…” she repeated breathlessly, shame burning her face.
Johnny smirked. “Yes, I know my slut.”
Deepa’s eyes flashed with anger. “Shut up, Johnny! Don’t call me that!”
But Johnny’s finger slid lower, boldly pressing over her saree right on her pussy. He started rubbing her clit through the thin fabric in slow, firm circles.
Deepa’s knees buckled. “Ahhh… Johnny… please go now… Charan might come…”
“Tell me who you are,” he demanded, rubbing faster. “Who are you for me?”
“I am… I am Deepa… Charan’s wife…” she moaned.
“Wrong answer.” He pressed harder, rubbing her swollen clit relentlessly.
She couldn’t tolerate it anymore. Her voice broke into a loud, shameful cry.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!… I am your slut!… Your slut!!!” she shouted, her body trembling.
Johnny smiled victoriously. “Good girl. Now I have a gift for you.”
He took out a small black box and handed it to her. Deepa opened it with shaking hands. Inside was a smooth, egg-shaped vibrator plug with a remote.
“What… what is this?” she asked innocently.
Johnny didn’t explain with words. He lifted her saree and petticoat, pushed her panty aside, and slowly inserted the vibrator deep into her wet cunt. It fit tightly inside her.
“Johnyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! What are you doing?!” Deepa shouted, eyes wide in shock.
He took the remote from his pocket and switched it on.
A low vibration started inside her pussy.
Deepa’s eyes rolled back. “Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh…” Her legs shook violently.
Johnny increased the speed.
The vibrator buzzed harder inside her cunt, stimulating her G-spot directly.
“Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Deepa moaned loudly, holding the wall for support. Her thighs pressed together, hips jerking involuntarily.
Johnny laughed loudly. “Haa haa haaaaaa… Look at you. Already moaning like a whore.”
He suddenly switched it off. Deepa gasped, breathing heavily, her pussy dripping juices onto the floor. The vibrator was completely coated with her arousal.
Johnny pulled it out slowly and showed the glistening toy to her face.
“Look at it, my slut. See how much your cunt is craving my dick? Even a toy makes you drip like this.”
Deepa turned her face away in extreme shame, unable to look at her own juices covering the vibrator.
Johnny put the toy back in the box and gave her final instructions.
“Tomorrow at the college programme, you will come wearing this inside you. And you will tie your saree much below your navel — at least 3 inches low. I want everyone to see your sexy waist and hip chain. Understood?”
Deepa shook her head. “Never… I will not do that…”
Johnny grabbed her hair firmly and pulled her face close to his. “You know very well what will happen if you don’t obey. The videos will reach your husband and brother.”
He gave her a rough, possessive lip kiss, biting her lower lip, then left the house casually.
Deepa slid down to the floor, sitting with her back against the wall — a mixture of burning arousal and deep shame consuming her completely.
The Next Day – College Cultural Programme
Deepa was extremely nervous the entire morning. After a long hot bath, she chose a beautiful dark green silk saree with a matching low-neck blouse. She tied the saree dangerously low — almost 3 inches below her navel, revealing her smooth, soft midriff and the thin golden hip chain that sparkled against her skin. The saree pallu dbangd over her shoulder, but her exposed waist and deep navel were clearly visible.
With trembling hands, she took the vibrator plug, spread her legs, and pushed it deep inside her already wet pussy. It fit tightly. She adjusted her panty over it and wore the saree properly.
When Charan and Rahul were ready, she told them, “You both go in the car. I will come in late. I have some work.”
Rahul looked at her suspiciously but didn’t say anything. He noticed her saree was tied unusually low, showing a lot of her waist, but stayed silent.
As soon as they left, Deepa switched on the vibrator with the remote hidden in her purse on low speed. A soft moan escaped her lips as she got into the auto.
The entire journey to college, the vibrator buzzed gently inside her cunt, making her thighs tremble and her pussy leak continuously. She had to bite her lip hard to stop moaning openly.
When she reached the college ground, she got down from the auto carefully. The moment she stood up and adjusted her pallu, many eyes turned toward her.
Deepa looked stunning and extremely sensual. The dark green saree clung to her curves. Her saree tied much below the navel exposed her smooth, golden midriff completely. The thin golden hip chain glittered around her waist. Her deep navel was clearly visible. Her heavy breasts strained against the blouse with every step. She walked slowly, trying to control the vibrations inside her pussy.
All the students, teachers stared at the beautiful, voluptuous woman with her sexy exposed waist. Some whispered. Some couldn’t take their eyes off her deep navel and hip chain.
Deepa’s face burned with shame, but the vibrator kept buzzing inside her, making her wetter with every step.
Johnny, standing with his friends, watched her with a dark, satisfied smile. He slowly increased the speed on his remote.
Deepa’s eyes widened. She pressed her thighs together, a soft “Ohhhh…” escaping her lips as the vibrations intensified inside her leaking cunt.
The college programme had just begun.
And Deepa’s public humiliation and slow burning torment had started.
The college cultural programme was in full swing. The open auditorium ground was filled with students, teachers, parents, and guests. Cultural performances were happening on the stage, but many eyes were repeatedly drawn to one woman.
Deepa.
She walked slowly through the crowd, her dark green silk saree clinging to her voluptuous body. The saree was tied dangerously low — almost three inches below her navel — completely exposing her smooth, soft, golden midriff. The thin golden hip chain glittered seductively around her waist with every step. Her deep, round navel was clearly visible, occasionally catching the sunlight. Her heavy breasts strained against the matching low-cut blouse, the pallu dbangd loosely over her shoulder, threatening to slip at any moment.
She looked like a sensual goddess — beautiful, married, and dangerously exposed.
Inside her pussy, the vibrator plug buzzed gently on the lowest setting.
Deepa bit her lower lip hard, trying to control her breathing. Every step made the toy shift slightly inside her, sending small waves of pleasure through her core. Her pussy was already leaking, soaking her panty.
She had just spotted Charan and Rahul near the front row when her phone vibrated with a message from Johnny:
“Look to your left. Smile for me, slut.”
Deepa turned her head. Johnny was standing near the pillar with a few friends, wearing a black shirt, looking handsome and dangerous. He held the remote in his hand, hidden from others. He gave her a wicked smile and increased the speed.
The vibrator inside her cunt suddenly buzzed stronger.
“Ohhh…” Deepa gasped softly, her thighs pressing together instinctively. A fresh gush of wetness leaked out of her. She quickly covered it with a fake cough, pretending to adjust her pallu.
Charan noticed her and waved happily. “Deepa! Come here, jaan.”
She walked toward them with shaky legs. The vibrator continued its relentless buzzing against her G-spot. Each step sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her nipples hardened visibly against her blouse. Her deep navel glistened with a thin layer of sweat.
Rahul looked at her strangely. His eyes lingered on her exposed midriff and the way she was walking — a little too carefully, a little too sensually. His suspicion grew again.
“Didi… are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I’m… I’m fine, beta,” Deepa replied, forcing a smile. Her voice was slightly breathy.
Just then, Johnny increased the speed again.
The vibrator started pulsing inside her — strong, rhythmic vibrations directly against her most sensitive spot.
Deepa’s eyes widened. Her knees almost buckled. “Ahh…” A small, sharp moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She quickly turned it into a cough, holding her pallu tightly.
Charan rubbed her back lovingly. “What happened? Throat dry?”
Deepa nodded weakly, her face flushed red. The vibrator was now working at medium speed, making her pussy throb and leak continuously. She could feel her juices slowly trickling down her inner thighs.
Johnny didn’t stop. From a distance, he played with the remote like a toy, changing patterns — slow buzz, then sudden strong pulses, then steady vibration.
Deepa stood between her husband and brother, smiling and talking normally while her cunt was being tortured in public. Every few seconds, a soft shiver ran through her body. Her heavy breasts rose and fell faster. Her exposed midriff glistened with sweat. The thin hip chain trembled against her skin.
Rahul kept glancing at her. He noticed how her thighs pressed together, how she occasionally bit her lip, how her breathing was uneven. Something was clearly wrong.
Johnny finally walked closer, pretending to greet other parents. When he passed near Deepa, he “accidentally” brushed against her side and whispered very softly, only for her to hear:
“How does it feel, my slut? Vibrating deep inside your married pussy while your husband and brother stand right next to you?”
Deepa shivered violently. The vibrator pulsed harder at that exact moment. Her pussy clenched around the toy.
“Haaa…” she breathed out shakily.
Charan turned to her again. “Jaan, you’re sweating a lot. Are you not feeling well?”
“I’m… I’m okay,” she whispered, voice husky. “Just… a little warm.”
Johnny, now standing a few feet away, increased the intensity to maximum for five long seconds.
Deepa’s eyes rolled back for a moment. Her thighs clamped together tightly. A powerful wave of pleasure shot through her core. She was dangerously close to cumming in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by people.
“Oh god… oh god…” she muttered under her breath, gripping Charan’s arm for support.
The vibrations suddenly stopped.
Deepa gasped in relief and frustration at the same time. Her pussy was throbbing wildly, dripping wet, but denied release.
Johnny sent another message:
“Go to the backstage green room in 10 minutes. Alone. Or I turn it on maximum and leave it there until you cum in front of everyone.”
Deepa’s heart pounded. She made an excuse to Charan and Rahul — “I need to use the washroom” — and walked toward the backstage area with shaky legs. The vibrator buzzed lightly again, keeping her on edge.
The green room was empty and dimly lit. The moment she stepped inside, Johnny followed and locked the door.
He pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressing against hers. His hand slid down her exposed midriff and cupped her pussy over the saree.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck slowly. “Walking around with my toy inside your cunt while your husband is here. So wet for me.”
He switched the vibrator back on at a teasing medium speed and started kissing her deeply, his tongue playing with hers while his hand rubbed her clit over the fabric.
Deepa moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with need. The slow, sensual teasing continued — his hands roaming over her exposed waist, fingers playing with her navel, lips sucking on her neck, all while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside her dripping pussy.
The seduction game had begun in earnest.
And the programme was still going on outside.
Johnny left Deepa in the green room after a few more minutes of intense teasing. He kissed her swollen lips one last time, switched off the vibrator inside her, and whispered, “Be a good girl outside. Show me how obedient you are.”
He adjusted his shirt and casually walked out, rejoining his two close friends — Raju and Rakesh — who were standing in the corner of the first row, enjoying the cultural performances.
The three of them stood together, laughing and chatting. Johnny looked relaxed, but his eyes were constantly scanning for Deepa.
A few minutes later, Deepa emerged from backstage. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. The vibrator was still lodged deep inside her pussy, silent for now, but the wetness between her thighs made her walk carefully. She tried to head toward her seat where Charan and Rahul were sitting.
Just as she was about to cross the first row, her phone vibrated with a new message from Johnny:
“Drag your pallu to the side. Show your full tummy and deep navel while crossing us. Slowly. Let my friends see what a hot slut you are.”
Deepa shivered violently. A fresh wave of shame and forbidden thrill ran through her body. She hesitated for a second, but the memory of the videos and the threat made her obey.
With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled her pallu to the side, tucking it at her waist. The dark green saree was already tied dangerously low — almost four inches below her navel. Now, with the pallu moved aside, her entire soft, smooth, golden midriff was fully exposed. Her deep, round navel was clearly visible, along with the thin golden hip chain that rested seductively on her lower belly. The low-cut blouse pushed her heavy breasts up, making her deep cleavage prominent.
She walked slowly toward her seat, crossing right in front of Johnny and his friends.
Johnny deliberately stepped forward, blocking her path slightly.
“Madam…” he called out innocently, loud enough for nearby people to hear, “Aren’t you Rahul’s sister?”
Deepa froze. Her heart hammered wildly. She was standing barely two feet away from him, her full exposed midriff and deep navel on complete display for Johnny and his two friends.
“Yes…” she replied in a shaky voice, trying to sound normal.
Raju and Rakesh’s eyes widened with lust. Both of them shamelessly stared at her exposed tummy. Their gazes roamed over her soft, smooth waist, the deep inviting navel, the gentle curve of her lower belly, and the way her heavy breasts rose and fell with every nervous breath. The thin golden hip chain glittered against her skin, making the view even more erotic.
Raju smirked. “Yes, Madam… your brother Rahul is very clever in studies. Topper, right? I think he gets his inspiration from you. You look so… graceful.”
Rakesh licked his lips subtly and added, “Very graceful, Madam. Such a beautiful figure. No wonder Rahul is so focused.”
Deepa felt extremely humiliated. Here she was — a respectable married woman — standing in front of three rowdies with her saree tied obscenely low, her entire midriff and deep navel exposed for them to ogle. She could feel their hungry eyes devouring her body. Her nipples hardened against her blouse. The vibrator inside her pussy suddenly buzzed once — a short, sharp pulse — making her thighs tremble.
Johnny smiled innocently, but his eyes were dark with lust. “Madam, you are looking very beautiful today. This saree suits you perfectly. Especially the way you have tied it… so modern.”
He deliberately let his eyes drop to her exposed navel and hip chain, staring openly for a few seconds before looking back at her face.
Deepa’s face burned red. She felt completely exposed and objectified. From the corner of her eye, she could see Rahul watching the entire scene from his seat a few rows back. His face looked tense, fists clenched.
Rahul’s blood was boiling. He could clearly see Johnny and his friends stopping his sister. He noticed how low her saree was tied, how much skin she was showing, and how the three of them were staring at her exposed tummy and navel. The way Johnny was smiling at her made his suspicion turn into burning anger and fear.
Why is Didi showing so much skin? Why is she standing there talking to them? What the hell is going on?
Deepa tried to move past them, but Johnny gently touched her elbow, stopping her for one more second.
“Madam, please convey our regards to Rahul. Tell him his sister is looking absolutely stunning today,” Johnny said with a mocking smile.
Deepa nodded quickly, her voice barely audible. “I… I will.”
As she finally walked away, all three men stared at her swaying hips and the way her saree clung to her round ass. The vibrator buzzed again inside her — stronger this time — making her stumble slightly.
She reached her seat and sat down beside Charan, crossing her legs tightly. Her pallu had slipped a little, still exposing a large portion of her midriff. Charan smiled lovingly at her, completely unaware.
But Rahul, sitting on the other side, kept stealing glances at her exposed waist and the strange way she was breathing — heavy and uneven.
To be continued.....
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