Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

[manigopal]

Richa was awake and sipping her morning green tea when I opened the door using my keys and entered inside our flat. I took off my shoes and relaxed near her inspecting my ankle by lifting is on my other thigh. “What happened honey?” my wife was quick to ask. “Nothing serious babes! Just fumbled downstairs while running and twisted my ankle a bit!” I clarified as I tried stretching it in different angles. It was paining a bit but didn’t look too serious or caught swelling. “Want relispray?” she asked but I refused and continued stretching it further. “Saw your Nagarkar walking towards our wing! So I was trying to increase my speed!” I winked at her while trying to explain the reason of my fumble. “You could have let him come (instead of injuring yourself)!, Richa remarked with same sarcasm. We both laughed at it and continued with our chores. I was trying to avoid walking or standing even inside house and it meant Richa did most of the work along with grocery shopping. She didn’t complain and even gave me a good foot massage prior to lunch. It was just a routine weekend as we slept for some hours in the afternoon and I finished some of my office work too. Off course we cuddled with each other during the afternoon but nothing really worth mentioning here. It was during our evening tea when Richa looked at my leg and exclaimed, “I cannot go to dandiya today!” But I consoled her and insisted that she can go with her friends and I can look after myself. We didn’t discuss it much until we finished early dinner. I encouraged her to go to dandiya if she wanted and she agreed too. It usually doesn’t take her too long to get ready and even here she came out prepared within 15-20 minutes. She had gone for an off white saree with golden border and a nice pallu. She complimented the saree with contrasting dark brown velvet sleeveless blouse that was again keeping her back exposed. Her waist and midriff could also been seen with the way she had put on the saree.
 
“Wow! Those honey men are going to die today seeing you alone!” I remarked on her appearance and she acknowledged my compliment. “You bet!” she exclaimed as she proceeded further with her hairs and light make up on her face. “You sure you can look after yourself honey?” she popped the question again while she was almost ready. “Absolutely babes! Just don’t forget to come back home post dandiya!” I teased her again as she readied herself. She wasn’t going to carry her cell phone or anything in her hands except dandiya and I suggested her not to carry the keys either. “I will try to be back in couple of hour honey!” she exclaimed as she looked outside of our sliding glasses to see if she could spot any of her friends. “Anyone around or you’re alone?” I asked. “Don’t worry! I will go and find them there” she mentioned and left the house. It was little over 9pm as I watched my wife walking down the lane. I was slightly nervous when she picked the shorter route through slums instead of longer one but she looked confident in her walk. So I switched back to relaxing on sofa and watching the premier league football game on TV.
 
The lane was somewhat deserted when Richa walked up to it. She didn’t seem scared as it was merely few hundred meters of walk. As she kept walking briskly through the lane, she came across same folks who were sitting there on previous day also while we were returning. They had probably spotted her earlier and one of them actually stood up to glance at her from close range. They probably felt confident since she was walking alone. A moment of nervousness passed through Richa when she noticed them standing close to road instead of sitting on bench as yesterday. She thought about running back to our building but didn’t actually do it and instead proceeded with the walk. She wasn’t looking at them directly but was keeping a check through corner of her eyes. She sensed them whispering something and also giggling a bit. “They are just taking a very closer look at a beautiful women that they won’t get to do otherwise” my wife told herself and kept walking. She was now almost adjacent to them but wasn’t obstructed. She felt relieved as she walked past them a few steps when she suddenly heard a relatively meek voice. “Richa???” the guy whispered with uncertainty but loud enough for her to hear. Richa stopped and turned back as a natural reaction to look at why they called her name. Before she could realize or backtrack, both the men had approached her and were standing about just a feet away. Richa shuddered and looked anxious although they didn’t touch her.
 
“Richa ji apne shayad pahchana nahi! Holi khele the hum aap ke saath! Aap ke hi bathroom mein! Yaad aaya? (Ms. Richa, I don’t think you recognized us. Remember we had played holi with you in your own house?)” The man (Sanjay) exclaimed in excitement. My wife looked up to see if she could recollect them. And her memory wasn’t as bad; her facial expressions indicated that she clearly recollected it although she couldn’t recollect the name of the shorter fellow (Raja). “Oh ...ok ok!” Richa whispered just to reciprocate his question. (Friends! you can read that chapter here: https://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?t1192923&page2)
 
“Kaal bhi dekha aapko! Tabhi se socha ki thoda dandiya hamare saath bhi khel lo! (We spotted you yesterday! and ever since dying to have you play dandiya with us!)” Sanjay continued as his fingers started brushing against Richa's exposed arm and the other palm resting on her open midriff section. And Raja wasn’t left behind as he quickly moved her hairs and kissed her enticing back. In a matter of 15-20 seconds, the hands grew bold as Sanjay grabbed one of Richa's breast over her pallu and midriff from beside. Raja squeezed her buttocks hard while continuing to lick her back. No words were said for next couple of minutes while Sanjay and Raja continued to handle my wife’s private parts in the middle of road (although deserted). The pin holding Richa's pallu against her shoulder was gone and the pallu fell down exposing her heavy bosom in open while Sanjay’s hand also moved inside her saree from the front. Richa stood like a statue as they continued exploring her openly.
 
“Aap ke ghar chalna hai wapas? (Do you want us to take you to your home for further action?)” Sanjay exclaimed in between. Richa didn’t answer immediately but then denied later knowing that I was home and she wasn’t carrying her mobile to inform me hide myself. Sanjay stopped for a moment and stood up to look at her face. “To kahan khelna hai? (Where do you want the action then?)” He asked my wife. Raja wasn’t bothered during all this and kept licking her arms, her back and pressing her bums and breasts alternately. Sanjay repeated his question when Richa didn’t answer him for a brief moment. “Nahi to idhar hi toilet leke chalet hai” (Otherwise let us take her to this toilet)” this time Raja said laughingly signaling towards a public toilet built by municipality for the people staying in slums. They all knew that it was going to be extremely risky standing there as they were closer to a sodium light fitted and any passerby could have easily noticed them. But Richa wasn’t able to think of anything and stood passive there. Seeing no resistance from her end, Sanjay lifted her in his arms and walked towards the toilet while Raja quickly followed them.
 
Richa definitely would have hated the place as it was poorly maintained (rather not maintained at all). Actually the municipality had built another toilet in vicinity so this one was kind of abandoned but some men were still using it. It bore a typical setup of 3 urinals (not the fancy type in 5star hotels) that had stalls to stand on and pee over the wall or into the bottom gutter connected to sewage line. The opposite side had 2 toilets (Indian style) with no flush or even the bucket was missing. They weren’t probably cleaned for some days and the water to taps was scarcity. There was one basin at the entrance which had a damaged tap leaking a small flow of water all the time. There was a soap pad but no actual soap and the platform holding the basin wasn’t clean either. The walls obviously were painted with nothing but gutkha and paan spitting. There was just one dull zero watt bulb illuminating the area and the ammonia smell common in Indian urinals was evident here too. Indeed a setup that Richa wouldn’t have stepped in anytime!