LUST OF A MID-AGED LADY

 My name is Fatima, and I am a 39-year-old muslim woman from Kolkata who is married to a hindu man. My marriage to Suvendu is alomst 20 years old, and I have one son who is studying in the Europe with the help of my brother. My parents were from a village, and they believed that once the girls finished school, they should be married.

I moved to Kolkata after the wedding to live with Suvendu and his family. Suvendu is now 43 years old, his father is 65, his mother is 61, and his nephew Supriyo is 24 years old. Supriyo is the orphan of both parents; his parents (Suvendu's brother) died in a bus accident when he was 18 years old while on a pilgrimage tour.

Suvendu seemed to be more interested in what my father was willing to give as dowry than I was at my wedding. In our village, he received 5 lakh (a large sum of money at the time) and 12 acres of prime farming land. Suvendu was a young university graduate with a lot of ambition at the time, so he sold the land and used the majority of the dowry to open a business school, and he is now a well-known figure in Kolkata.

Because of the growth of the business, we now have seven locations, and he frequently travels abroad to purchase equipment and CDs. Sex life with him was not unpleasant, but it was only on rare occasions because he was always staying late in his stores to supervise his recording and other duties. He could fuck and make me 3/4 times in one night when he was in shape. Over time, he became more concerned with his business and our son than with me. I became the house's only piece of furniture. I was entirely ignored, despite the fact that I believe I was the key to his current success. Though he likes to brag about how successful his company is. (forgetting who gave him the money to begin with).

Life in his house was also awful; his mother was a nuisance, and his father appeared to be pretty kind, but he has always been afraid to show compassion to me (despite the fact that he is a retired army general!). When Supriyo moved in with me after the accident, we quickly became excellent friends; I was 34 years old at the time, and he was only 20. We got along swimmingly, despite the fact that he despised his Grandma.

I was his best friend at the time he was finishing high school. Anyway, at the time, I only saw him as a buddy and I only saw him as a boy. We used to spend our time talking and he would even sleep with me on occasion.

Suvendu called one night to say he was going to prolong his stay for another four days. I was enraged; I had just finished my periods and it had been over three months since he had touched me; I was boiling inside, but nothing could assist me.

Supriyo arrived home at 8 p.m., slightly inebriated from a night out with his buddies, the in-laws were still watching TV, so he went to his room and changed into his boxers after a wash.

I was reading a beauty magazine on the balcony when he entered my room with a flask of red wine hidden in the newspaper. As soon as he spotted me, he realized something was amiss and asked me what was wrong. Despite our proximity, I was unable to respond to him.

I told him I had a headache and that was the end of it. He poured two drinks because we could have a couple of drinks in the room without the in-laws knowing every now and again. I was so enraged that I nearly downed the first drink in one gulp. Supriyo was leaning against the balcony handrail, facing me.

This was the first time I saw him as a man; he resembled Suvendu in appearance but had broader shoulders and a slightly larger build. After I finished seducing him, I asked him if he would mind giving me a head and shoulder massage after I showered. I shattered my glass on the floor and requested that he pour me another while I took a quick shower.

When I looked outside and heard no TV, I knew the in-laws were already in bed. I took a shower and dressed in a nightgown that I knew was too big for me before heading to the balcony.

Supriyo looked astonished to see me in this outfit (as I always slept in a petticoat and blouse), so I sat down in my rocking chair and drank my second glass almost as soon as I had the first. I asked Supriyo to do my massage because I knew he was exceptional at it. He sat behind me on a stool, and I closed my eyes, anticipating his male hand on my body. I realized I was already a little tipsy.

As he placed his hand on my shoulder, I noticed that his hands were quivering, indicating that he was also aroused. When I opened my eyes to see myself, I noticed that one of my shoulder straps had come undone, exposing more than half of my size 36-Cbreast.

His massage was magical, and we continued to drink while he massaged me, so I was even more inebriated than before. He wanted to switch seats after I suggested he massage my back. He sat me in the chair while I was on the stool. I was now facing the street, and he was behind me once more. I realized that Rana, Supriyo's friend, who was our immediate neighbor, was also on his balcony, and had observed the entire episode.

This was a huge turn-on for me. I was having fun flaunting my physique while being watched. Rana was Supriyo's high school acquaintance, and he was accustomed to dropping by at any moment. Supriyo's hands pulled back for a minute, astonished, while I gained confidence and pulled both straps of my nightie to completely expose my back. He then began massaging me. Rana could see my entire body from his vantage point. I finally informed Supriyo that enough was enough, he drank his drink, and I was back in my chair.

I pretended to sleep for a few minutes, knowing that if Suvendu returned and saw me sleeping in my chair, he would go to bed without me and would not try to wake me up. I was curious as to what Supriyo might do. Supriyo approached me half an hour later, still waiting calmly with closed eyelids, and dragged me out of my chair and brought me to bed.

I thought to myself, "What a romantic and loving attitude." My garments were in disorder as I lay in bed, with one strap totally off my shoulder and the hem of my nightie reaching above my knee. Supriyo, on the other hand, made no attempt to adjust anything; instead, he turned out the main light and sat next to me in bed (By the way him sleeping with me was never found indecent even Suvendu was aware of that).

I was perplexed; I wondered if I had become too old, if I had lost my sexiness, if I had lost my ability to turn men on. Maybe that's why Suvendu didn't want me anymore, I reasoned. My mind was racing with ideas, and I was tossing and turning in bed, convinced that my sex life was ended. Supriyo nearly had me naked, but he didn't make any further moves to fuck me, I reassured myself. I thought to myself, "I should be ugly now."

Supriyo was under the notion that I was sleeping and had a nasty dream the entire time. He yanked on my shoulder to rouse me up. I feigned to be sleeping and did not respond to him. But I was keeping a half-open eye on him the entire time. He eventually drew me towards him and put my head on his arm, while I murmured "Suvendu" to make sure he didn't think I was sleeping/drunk. He remained silent, so I turned towards him and drew myself up over his naked chest, where I rested my head.

My breasts had completely popped out of my dress and were rubbing up against his wide chest. My face was next to him, and I could feel his heavy breathing all the way down my neck and nape. Supriyo then pressed his hand across my left arm, gently caressing me as if he were a sleeping baby. I finally felt his hand on my enormous white breast (I wear 38 C bras, have a fair complexion, large brown aureoles, and my nipples are my weakness), and it went firm as he touched my left nipple.

It was too much for him, so he used the other hand to open his lungi and starting stroking his penis, which was initially soft. It became as hard as a steel rod in no time. I had been watching him for so long that it had become too much for me, and I was now drenched. I was pleased that after seeing me, this young man was masturbating.

It gave me confidence in myself. "Suvendu, chodo na mujhe," I murmured to him, still pretending to sleep. He must have been astonished when I pulled up my nightie and said, "Suvendu, please fuck me." For a few minutes, there was no movement; I was still in the same position, legs open, and my vagina was wet, waiting for "Suvendu." (I'm still acting as if I'm with my husband.)

He didn't do anything. I was once again perplexed, and all of my previous thoughts flooded back into my mind. Again, my sensuality, my age. Supriyo then rose from his bed and sat on top of me, his erect tool in his hand, staring at me for a long time. He appeared to be perplexed as well.

He then began stroking his cock against my clitoral region. I realized he was trying to see if I was sleeping or not. He then slowly inserted his penis inside of me. He waited once he was totally in (my dear readers at that moment of time nobody can know how happy I was being wanted and fucked by someone else besides my uncaring husband-I was really proud of myself). He began to go back and forth within my love tunnel, much larger than my spouse.

Supriyo became increasingly violent, churning me down in the process. His cock was thicker and his push was deeper. "Jara dhirey dhirey," I said as I opened my eyes (Please slow down). He made no attempt to slow down. But he came to a halt because he was terrified. He apologized to me, saying, "chachi.. mujhe.. maaf karna.. humse gulti ho gaya.."( Please accept my apologies. It's my fault). My hand groped for his cock and shoved it into me with a finger over his lips to stop him from talking.

I was staring him down the entire time. And we didn't say anything. He began pumping again, this time more passionately, kissing me deeply, biting my lips in my mouth, and vigorously fondling my breasts. We finished half an hour later, both drenched in sweat, and I retreated into his arms, where we remained silent until the morning.

At 4 a. m., he turned to me and kissed me passionately on the lips before retiring to his room quietly. As I lay in bed alone, I thought to myself that these years had been a waste because I didn't have a cock with a husband, and I promised myself that I wouldn't waste the rest of my life.

Supriyo arrived at work early the next day and spent the entire afternoon flirting with me and teasing me until he finally took me to bed and fucked me five times until 6 a.m. Suvendu arrived the next day. As usual, he went to his office as soon as he left the suitcase at home and returned home late. He returned, ate dinner, and then came to me in bed, and I could tell he was looking for sex by the way he was acting. I couldn't say no, and he was fucking me in his typical savage fashion after only a few minutes.

He didn't believe in foreplay and would slam his OLD cock into me without even asking or feeling me. I was comparing him to Supriyo the entire time he was on top of me. He appeared to be smaller in every aspect; his shoulders appeared to be too little, and the manner he kissed had changed.

He was just fucking, and I wasn't having any of it. Supriyo was always the one who seemed to be on top to me. In less than four minutes, he was gone. (As usual, he hasn't been able to make anything last in the last few years). He shifted his weight to his side and began to snore. I hadn't arrived, and all I could do was throw myself in bed, furious.

I couldn't take it anymore, at 2 a.m. I desired retribution, and because he couldn't provide it to me, I resolved to seek it from his nephew. So I went to supriyo's room and invited him to use the bathroom with me (as our rooms was next to each other, I usually make noise if I am enjoying sex).

I was the first to enter, and I wore my petticoat all the way up to my waist. As he walked in, I leaned on the wash basin, and he grinned at my posture. He was quickly piercing me with his bare hands. It was incredible to see him take in such an unique location and time. Doing it in front of the mirror was also a sensual scene for both of us. He came in after about 35 minutes. I returned to Suvendu's bedside with a tip toe.

We got very close over the next few months, sharing our feelings and confiding in our greatest ideas. Supriyo informed me that he had fucked a lot of women in his life and that he had always been taught that mature married women were the finest fucks, but he had never believed it until today. When I heard that from him, I was ecstatic. He appeared content to have me whenever he wanted, and I felt the same way.

He was trying to persuade me that I was behaving like a "old auntie" during this talk. He believes that as long as a person's heart is still youthful, she should dress and act like a young person.

He recommended me to improve my appearance and get a great haircut, which he said would transform me. I originally refused to listen to him since I considered myself to be a mother of a growing child and a housewife to a businessman. Why should I be concerned about my appearance?

In any event, I rarely went out except for poojas and weddings, and Suvendu never had time to take me out; if he did, he would rather spend it with his parents or sister in Bombay than spend it with me. In addition, he had never complemented my appearance. For him, a wife was a woman with a hole in her stomach to use in bed and a babysitter to look after the house.

After much deliberation, I followed Supriyo's advise and went to one of his stylist friends for a great short haircut. I went shopping and got some new cholies as well as some western clothing (I used to wear dresses and blouses in the summer, especially when my in-laws were in Bombay).

Suvendu did not even fuck me with the light on the last time when I went shopping for underwear. I loved them but lost interest after Suvendu did not even fuck me with the light on. I went out and bought some wonderful lace bras and panties for myself. I returned home with four full packets (you should have seen my mother-in-laws face seeing me walk in with these).

When Supriyo returned that evening, he was overjoyed to see all of them and requested me to taste them one by one, and you can guess how the evening ended. Supriyo told me that he noticed that his Grandpa was always looking at me intently, so he proposed that we play a game.

I planned to play the game on thursday, when my mother-in-law would be at her weekly doctor's appointment. The driver picked her up in the morning, the laundry man had already picked up the clothing for washing, and I knew there would be no one at home for at least 3 hours but my father-in-law and myself. I walked to the lounge where hubby was reading the morning paper and opened my wardrobe and chose a deep plunging neckline top.

I asked for his assistance in moving a cabinet so that I could retrieve an earring that had fallen beneath. He reluctantly agreed to assist me and followed me. It was a squat, heavy wooden cabinet. We had to bend down to move it, and as I did so, he had a good view of my luscious whitish breasts, since I had purposefully worn a demi-cup that could barely accommodate my enormous breast.

I found what I was looking for a few minutes later. I decided to prolong his enjoyment by suggesting that he bring a broom, since I was about to clean the dirty floor with a wet towel. To my surprise, he eagerly went to the store and returned with it, even sweeping the floor for me. I got down on my knees and used the cloth to sweep the floor. He could see my tits dangling almost freely again from where he was standing.

After the cabinet was installed, I began to get a severe backache. The old man, who had never shown any concern for me, said he could apply some ointment to help my agony. "Aap manenge tab..." he said (if you agree). I assured him that it was not a problem because he was my "father-in-law." I went to my room and he stepped in with a bottle in his hand, so I rolled over onto my stomach and pulled my top up to my neck.

His application began, but his shivering betrayed him. His hands ran through every crease in my back, beneath the bra straps, and worked on every inch of my back. As he was finished, I thanked him on his massage and requested if he could also massage my neck, where I had been experiencing pain. He didn't spend any time in getting the massage started (without answering). I turned over without indicating it to him, and now I was facing him. To my surprise, he was sweating, his bald forehead was damp, and there was a bulge in my trousers.

Now that he was in this new position, he had a clear view of my large breast, my bras were clearly too small for my tits, and the brown aureoles surrounding my nipples were partially exposed for his enjoyment. This was also something I was enjoying, but not in a sexual way. He had completed his task. He informed me that if I wanted a massage, I should tell him and he would be pleased to give it to me because it was his responsibility to look after my "well-being" in any event (what a joke). To avoid arousing any "suspicions," I agreed to get a massage once a week while his wife was abroad.

I peered through the glass light over his door after lunch, when he retired to his room, and there was the old bastard jerking himself. I took full advantage of the opportunity and observed him transform. To my delight, he walked in, slapped his wife, and asked her to apologize to me over an issue between his wife and me.

My mother-in-law, too, began to treat me fairly after that day. I've continued to let him massage me up to this point, but it's never gone beyond fondling my breast. I don't take advantage of the situation, but I am pleased that, because to Supriyo, I was able to gradually change their perspective.

Supriyo and I talked a lot, and he admitted that his buddies knew what was going on between us (I regularly gave him enormous love bites) and that they were all quite interested in me. This made me feel quite proud of myself (being at my age wanted by young men).

He informed me that one of them, Rana, was the most interested in me and would constantly ask him questions about me, and he has openly acknowledged to secretly fantasizing about fucking me, either alone or with Supriyo.

But then I realized it couldn't be true that they all wanted to fuck me at the same time. Supriyo was probably just trying to console me by telling me that I was still sexy. He was well aware of my feelings regarding my appearance and age. He smiled when I told him I didn't believe him and said, "If you want proof, I'll give you proof one day." This did not progress, but we began naming names in our lovemaking, with him telling me who he wanted in our actions and me doing the same. Being so near to experience such an intimate emotion was a new turn in our relationship.

Even great was the sex. But, on the other hand, I genuinely desired to be fucked by them; it was a test of my womanhood for me. I wanted to meet more cocks, dudes, and have more sexual encounters. I didn't want to miss out on anything before I became old and unattractive. Now was the time for me to live my life to the fullest. What the hell, I'd already begun fucking around.

My sister-in-laws from Bombay lost his father-in-law a few months later. Suvendu had his parents over, and I knew we'd have the home to ourselves for a change. Supriyo's old friend arrived on vacation at the same time. I didn't want Supriyo to be alone at home all the time, so I persuaded him to come stay with us for those few days.

Bikash was a charming character who was full of life and had a good sense of humour. In the evenings, Rana spent practically all of his time with us. That week, I wished for all of my dreams to come true. I wanted to be fucked and used by each and every one of them. I only wanted to be their slut for a week. I asked God to forgive me for that one week of my life while I prayed.

For these 6 evenings, I pulled out all of my sexiest outfits, deep cut blouses, and bras. Surprisingly, and to to my delight, the boys' attention was fixated on me. They were all flirting seductively with me. The boys had brought pizzas for the second night, so there was no need to cook, and we sat and spoke. Bikash recommended that we play poker, and Rana agreed that gambling at home would be an excellent idea. Supriyo then proposed we play Strip Poker and asked whether I was against it.

I was aware that when you lose a hand in strip poker, you lose a piece of your clothing. This idea piqued my interest because it would allow me to observe the guys' reactions to my body. I agreed, but assured them that even if I lost, I would not strip down to my underwear.

The boys were equally enthralled, and they all went out to get additional outfits in order to extend the game. The game began, and the boys had a bottle of brandy to complement the game. I was dressed in a sari and choli, with a shawl and a cardigan. It was decided that whoever was the first to leave would have to clean up after themselves.

The game was tense; Bikash had lost his top, Supriyo was leading, Rana was dressed in his trousers, and I was dressed just in a petticoat and cholie. When I stepped up to remove my petticoat after losing the next round, I noticed that my thick bush of black pubic hair was bulging out of my thin lacy panties.

I'd lost yet again, and I was instructed to take my blouse out. Three pairs of hungry eyes were watching me while I performed this. I got rid of the blouse by unbuttoning the front buttons one by one, as if I were truly stripping like a stripper. I was wearing a black lace demi-cup bra that exposed more breasts than it concealed. When Bikash said, "Chachiji.. jaante hain aap.. aap to bahot sexy.. hain" (chachiji.. do you think you're really sexy..), I blushed.

Supriyo soon won the game, and the two lads were fully clothed; it was a very hot scenario, as I was surrounded by three young men half my age, two of whom were fully clothed. I didn't say anything since I didn't know how to genuinely look them in the eyes, but I was fascinated by their organs. Rana had no foreskin and was slightly larger than Bikash, who was roughly the same size as Supriyo.

Because I was the first out, I was responsible for cleaning up the mess, but Bikash offered to assist and stated that in order to make everyone feel at ease, he would not put any clothes on. The other boys, on the other hand, were already in their shorts.

Coming out of the kitchen, I turn slightly to allow Bikash in, and as he walked, his massive cock brushed against my stomach, it was an amazing sensation. "Chachiji.. aap ki vaajhe hi se.. mera lund.. aisse.. khara hoo gya hein.. " he said to me, smiling and looking down at his cock. (It's because of you, Chachiji, that my cock is standing like that.) We went to bed without having anything happen.

Supriyo stated that he had never seen me so horny in bed before that night. Before he could come once, I came three times. I admitted that this evening's events had made me extremely horny, and that I would have delighted to fuck them all. Supriyo requested that I make a traditional dish for Bikash the next day.

I was busy cooking some "puri" (little pancakes fried in oil) when Rana surprised me by approaching slowly from behind. I became frightened and threw the spoon I was holding into the air, spraying boiling oil over me. I shrieked in pain once a few drips of oil dropped on my nape.

Rana was perplexed. He swiftly poured cold tap water into a saucepan and dashed it over my breast. I comforted him that it was all in his head, but he was all sorry, and I knew it was all an accident. He asked to lie down on the couch while he went to his house to get some burn ointment. I took his advice and sat down in the lounge on the couch.

He walked in and requested me to open my blouse without hesitation. I hadn't worn any bras that day because it was hot and my cholie was too tight. As I opened my cholie, I could tell Rana was taken aback, and he stared at me closely as if seeking advice. I told him to do anything he wanted. He smoothed the cool lotion down to my breast after pouring it on my nape. My nipples became erect as a result of the chilly lotion and his warm hands.

I was curious as to how he discovered me. I asked him whether he thought I was attractive. "Yes," he said with a nod. "Chachiji.. us raat.. jab se.. aap ki boobs ko dekha.. tab se  roj.. sone se pehle.. aap se sex karte huye dream aata hai.. aur masturbate karta houn.. (chachiji.. since I saw your tits on the balcony the other night).

He said, "I dreamt about making love to and masturbating to." I pulled him onto my breast and stared at him, but he was looking away. I drew him in closer and inquired if he had a condom. "NO," he answered, but he could get one in two minutes. My legs were spread wide open waiting for him when he arrived. Right there on the couch, we fucked.

I was in a horrible mood that night, and I knew I had to tell Supriyo what had happened. Especially that I did not fuck a stranger but his best friend. But I didn't know where to start. I ultimately managed to break the ice; Supriyo was taken aback, enraged, and remained silent as he turned to his side. He, on the other hand, stayed in bed with me.

At 4 a.m., we were both still up, and I was regretting myself for fucking around because Supriyo had taken such wonderful care of me for so long, and he was also good in bed. I was afraid of losing what I had already.

Supriyo abruptly turned to me and placed his head gently on my tummy, apologizing for his previous response. He had spent the night debating the subject and believed that as a woman, I had the right to do anything I wanted with my body, but this was difficult for him to accept.

I explained to him that we were just excellent friends who enjoyed fucking each other in any case. He agreed and expressed his gratitude for the fact that I had been honest with him. He then proceeded to ask if I appreciated it, to which I honestly said "yes" ( for I came 2 twice with Rana). As I described the scenario to him, he began kissing me all over and then went down to my pussy and began licking me.

I continued to describe the entire deed in greater detail to him, eventually turning around and adopting my doggie technique. He hadn't pushed as hard or as deeply as he did that night. I realized that, despite his liberal demeanor, he felt envious, and that he was willing to share me to keep me happy. He was looking for a woman who would be honest with him. He is the type of man that every woman fantasizes about having.

The night before the family was to arrive, it was my birthday, and I was turning 38, so the boys decided to take me out to a beautiful upscale restaurant for supper. Suvendu's Malaysian friend had given me an evening gown while she was visiting us, I remembered. I took out a navy blue dress with laces and asked Supriyo if it was okay if I wore it. Supriyo insisted on seeing me in it first.

I realized that I wouldn't be able to wear a bra underneath and that more than half of my breast would be exposed. Supriyo agreed, and I went for it because I wanted to be the sexy queen of the night. To my delight, I was the center of attention at the restaurant. All of the males passing by had to stare at me. It was a terrific feeling turning all these guys on, and Bikash could usually see my entire breast, including my nipples, from the position he was facing.

We arrived in a festive mood at midnight, and I immediately walked to my couch, where Rana and Supriyo joined me on either side, while Bikash went to retrieve a bottle of champagne from the fridge. The boys were still around, but Supriyo was horny. Rana remained silent, as we had never spoken about it since we fucked. I'm sure he was worried about what Supriyo would think of it.

The champagne spilled all over me when I opened the bottle. "Champagne is served.. guys," Supriyo just stated. I assumed he meant that guys could smell the champagne on my skin. He began to lick my shoulders. When Rana saw him, he didn't know what to do. He and I exchanged bewildered looks, even though I wanted them to join in. Then he fixed his focus on Supriyo. "Why are you wasting champagne?" Supriyo asked, knowing exactly what he wanted. I said, "It's served," and Rana began kissing my left shoulder right away; Bikash was even hornier, and he wasted no time. He licked all the way up my thighs as he raised my dress. It was a lot of fun having three boys take care of me. We were soon completely naked, and Supriyo was the first to take me, while I was blowing Bikash's hair and toying with Rana's cock with my hand.

That night, I was a piece of meat for the lads, who penetrated me in every conceivable position, even sodomizing me. They took me in turns or all at once (which was new to me but really enjoyable). I had Supriyo and Rana in me at one point while licking Bikash's massive cock. It was 6 a.m. in no time. I had not realized how quickly time had passed and that we had not yet slept. Because they wanted to rest, the boys decided not to go to work. Each of them had me at least three times by that point.

We slept until 10 a.m., when the laundry man arrived to collect the laundry. Bikash was up after he left, he sat me down at the kitchen table to complete, he shouted to the guys, "nashta taiyaar hai..." (breakfast is ready), and it all began again. I could hardly walk to the bus station at 4 p.m., my pussy was sore, my limbs were fatigued, and my back hurt, because the boys had me 7 times each in that one night, and I had come 27 times. That remains the most memorable day of my life.

Bikash returned to his studies after that incident. Rana moved to Hydrabad to start a new job. We had more threesome instances while he was still there, which we truly loved, but I never fucked alone again. It's wonderful to wake up with two loves, one from each side, being caressed and lusted for at the age of 38.

After I fucked buddies in front of Supriyo, his attitude toward me altered. He now insists that I always dress sexily and has even begun to exhibit me publicly, ostensibly with my consent and in areas where no one knows who I am. I was initially repulsed by the prospect of flaunting my huge body in front of hungry eyes, but as I realized that each of my guys was watching me, Supriyo would fuck with a mix of rage, jealousy, and ferocity.

I quickly became engrossed in this new game; at first, he forced me to show my cleavage by forcing me to shop or go out with "inadvertently" unbuttoned buttons or plunging necklines. But he eventually became enamored with me.

It was Dipaboli (light festival), and everyone in India was on vacation. The first order of business was "Spring cleaning," which included buying new clothes and baking cakes. The cleaning was finished, the cakes were baked, but there was still shopping to be done, and the festival was still four days away.

Supriyo had received a special bonus at work, so he brought me shopping with my husband's approval. He requested that I wear a demi-cup bra and lacy, nearly transparent underwear. I dressed up in a saree and one of my "now" standard exposing shirts and went to his office.

I was introduced to his coworkers as his friend, but based on the looks I received, I'm pretty sure they knew I was his mistress, not her friend. Nonetheless, the fact that they were aware of it did not upset me because they were strangers to me. Because it was lunchtime, the guys, Kailash, Darren, and Sanjiv, offered to go shopping with us.

I went to one corner as we entered the already full lift, and the guys followed. Our bodies collided in the lift since there were more than 15 people in it; Darren, Sanjiv, and Supriyo were facing me. My considerable cleavage was plainly revealed, and because Darren was short, his face was right in front of it, his eyes glued on my sweating tits, which I noticed Supriyo taking notice of. He smiled and tapped Darren on the back of the head, saying

"I'm taking in the scenery, guy"

Darren blushed and was plainly humiliated.

Supriyo appeared to be having a good time and said

"You're only seeing the tip of the iceberg. Wait till you see the entire iceberg."

Kailash turned towards us after hearing this exchange, and I felt my eyes fall on my over-exposed breasts. I was the focus of the four guys' attention, and I could already feel juice gushing from my pussy. I remained motionless, smiling and allowing myself to be their object of desire.

He yanked my "pallu" (the saree's end that wraps around the boobs) and exposed my cleavage, then requested.

"What are your thoughts on the vista, guys?"

The guys all stated the same thing: "Terrific."

Sanjiv and Kailash separated us when we approached the bottom floor, but Darren refused to leave us. Supriyo smiled naughtily as I looked at him to confirm his presence, and we both knew what we were planning...

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