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A Housewife

By: Msia Exhibitionist



For those who read the Michelle series and still hoping for an ending, I have to tell you that it is not coming up yet. Perhaps it will never. I have not been able to complete the series although I have been trying to. This is just a short story like Nikki's Confession that I wrote during some 'inspiring moment, where time, circumstances and mode was just right.

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My story started when he moved into the neighborhood, just opposite to my house. We often met and talk a little in the evening when he came back from work and I was outside doing gardening or some routine chaos in front of my house. He used to park his car just outside my house as his family has a few cars.

That was something about him, or his stare to be more accurate. He never hides his interest on my body. He would stare a bit longer at my boobs when my shirt was a bit tight or flimsy even though we were talking face to face. When I knelt down to do my gardening, he would move into the right position and peeped into my cleavage. And not bordered to look away when I turned to look at him, although eventually he did look away. I always felt his eyes were on my butt too whenever he was at my back.

I did not confront him as I was enjoying his little attention too. Although I am a thirty-something 'aunty', but I know I still have a slim and fit body that man like to look at.

We became friend later and his helped me in my book recycle project. Basically the project is to collect book donated by people, we sort them and channel them to other places needed them. We spent almost every alternate weekend afternoon together in my house for the project. There were another 2 college girls coming to help.

He is tall, handsome and built with an athletic body and charming character.... And he really likes to watch. I often see him peeping at the other 2 girls too. But as he never does anything more than watching, I just let him be.

In fact, I let him be more than that....

The girls usually go home round 3pm and left two of us alone until whenever we feel like to stop, usually round 6. After the girls left, we became more daring. I would show my body more than necessary and he would be there to watch me. Some time I just changed into something sexier to enrich the scene. He always expressed his compliment with his ever watching eyes and satisfied smile.

Later one day after the girls has left. Our show-and-watch game went one level up.

We have stopped the sorting and packing. He was resting and I was doing my work with my laptop. 

I asked him how to use some of the software function. So he stood behind me to teach me. At first our hands touched each other a few times when we both wanted to get hold of the mouse. Then he seemed to lower his head more than necessary pretending to watch the screen. But I knew he was checking my cleavage out. I have changed into a tiny top that covered two third of my breasts.

'Michelle, your hairs smell so nice.' he said.

'You like it... Thanks.'

His comment on my hair suddenly changed the atmosphere. We never have such intimacy before. I sensed a subtle sexual charge slowly built around us.

I noticed from his vintage points, he would be able to peep very deep down my cleavage. As my tiny spaghetti top only covered two third of my breasts, leaving generous portion of my breasts exposed in the air. As I became more aware of the situation, I found that my bra often detached from my skin and revealing much of my breasts whenever I move. He must be enjoying one hell of the boobs show....

'I like the shorts you wear today...'

'You did.' 

Now my shorts!

'You shorten them a little bit more today... good decision....'

'ummmm......yeap...' I did not know how to answer. True enough that I purposely shorten my shorts until just enough to cover my crotch and my butts.

A thrill rushed through my body and my soft nipples slowly turned into stone.

'That would be perfect, if you wear string.'

I was speechless for a while.... How dare for him to speak like this to a married lady!

'String panties you mean?' But I played along like an adult.

'Yes. Those string and only string type.......'

'I loved to see the string came above the waistband...... I can't help but imagine what's hiding behind that sexy short... that's very sexy...'

'So that's your favorite....'

'Yes, that's ONE of my favorite.'

'I see. ONE of your favorite....'

'That goes without saying that you shaved and you should be wearing a string bikini bra too...'

'Yes.... Make sense.' I was suppressing my heavy breathing.

'Ummmm.... you shaved?'

I almost chocked.

'Ummmm.... Yes.....'

'Totally?'

'Yes. Totally,'

'Great..... I like smooth cunt.... I mean pussy...'

'I see....'

My body turned all excited. I felt like he was tearing off my cloth slowly with his vision and mind power and I was helplessly sitting there. I never felt so naked before a man, although I was still not losing any of the cloth... If he were to ask me, I would allow him to fuck me there and then....

Before we say goodbye that day, I jokingly commented.

'CY, I never know you are such a pervert. Always like to look at people's body and thinking what people wear inside,'

'Yes, but just ladies. Just beautiful ladies like you. Bye.'

'I'm flattered. Bye.'

After he left, I can't help but touched my boobs many time.

Middle of the night, he sent me a sms, "wat r u wearing now?"

I replied, "same"

"drop ur bra n panties"

My heart rushed like wild house. 

Never before a man command such a thing to me. And now, it was coming from a twenty-something young man.

I was holding my hand phone for a while not knowing what to do.

"hei... don b notty ok... little boy!" I was trying to gain some control.

"im serious do it i know u love it"

It was like a spell, I did it with my two shivering hands eventually.

"k no bra no panties now"

"good girl" He replies quickly.

Later, I fingered until I came all over my shorts. While I was doing that, my mind was imagining him watching me.

He sms me again before mid night; "sleep naked... totally".

I smiled and did not reply. I always sleep naked. But that night I could not sleep until I stuffed my swollen pussy with my biggest didlo.

The next morning, I woke up like a new born. I know I like to do some harmless showoff now and then, like to wear sexy when situation allowed. But never thought that I would comply with a young man command to not wearing my bra and panties and gotten all excited about it!

And that day, was a Sunday, we wanted to finish the book project on the same day.

Before any one of them arrived. His sms arrived first.

"string remember"

Was that a command or a request! Does that means also wearing the same shorts and top yesterday? The shorts that already stained with my juice!

But a spell has been cast. I took out one of my tiniest string bikini set and put them on. The panties hardly contained my pussy lips and the string was too thin to cover anything. I examined myself many time in front of my mirror, checking out every possible posture and how my body would look like, or how my body would expose rather. Finally, I did something more. My shorts were cutoff even further. When I spread my thighs, the shorts would not be able to cover all of my sex and my panties would be showing. From the back, part of my butts would be showing from below too.

I replied, "string n only string...shaved cunt... I mean pussy"

When the 2 girls arrived, they showed me a surprise look after seeing how I dressed up. Incidentally, both of them were wearing small tops and hot pants. 

Today must be one hell of a day to my young man that would come soon. I told myself.

And we started working soon after CY arrived. And he brought a friend, Tim.

And I have decided to put up a show that day. When I kneel, I let my knee spread. My shorts would strain to contain my crotch but my panties would sneak out from the side, revealing the some shape of my puffy pussy. When I kneel on all four to get something on the floor, I would arch my ass into the air, giving everyone some great views of my ass and cleavage. CY kept praising me with his smile. Tim was enjoying the show too.

Later, the two girls realized what I was doing and they joined in, showing off their young fresh body around. One of them even purposely bump her ass at the boys hard crotch and pressed longer than necessary. Many times they pressed their boobs at the boys or brushed their body with their peeks or their firm ass. Both boys were having a constant hard on, and they did not try to conceal their tent either. The whole day of work was done under such highly erotic atmosphere.

Some of the books received were not suitable to recycle so I have to keep them temporary in another room. Tim assisted me in the process. He helped me to carry the box of book upstairs into another store room with many book shelves.

I arrived to the room with my heart already pumping fast and strong. Having Tim following me walking up the stair already made me all excited. His eyes were at the level of my butts and my cutoff shorts were tailor made to expose!

I have to climb up the ladder to file most of the book. And Tim did not hide the fact that he was looking up my pussy.

'CY told me that you promised him to wear the tiniest string panties today....'

'Bloody CY, he told you that?'

'Yes. I can see that you kept your promise...'

'So you've been checking me out whole day?'

'Yes. I have to say you're the hottest housewife I even met..... I have to say truly the tiniest string too.'

My heart pumped like a wild horse.

'Tim, How can you be sure?'

'Well, your string sneaks out from your back.... that looks very thin... Just that....'

'Just that what...' I asked.

We kept doing our filing jobs.

'Just that CY said string and nothing else from the back, and the shaved smooth and clean.... That I'm not sure...'

My juice leaked out and started to stain my panties.

'I know... that string and only string and the smooth and clean cunt....that's you're not sure.... So you wanted to find out the truth?'

'Yes, So that I go home without any regret.'

'Sure. You're my guest today, and you are sacrificing your time for the project. I guess it's my obligation to make sure my guest go home without any regret.'

My juice already flooded my pussy.

'Tim, that's many ways to find out. I am sure you're not a kid anymore.'

I continued to file my books on hand. But my butts waited in anticipations.

Tim closed the door and walked back behind me.

Tim started to caress my thighs and very soon his warm hands traveled up my leg and reached the beginning of my butts. Then his hands sneaked under my shorts and invaded onto my soft globes.

'Huhhhh...'

A soft moan escaped from my mouth. He was so soft and gentle.

Slowly his hands conquered my globes completely. He continued to squeeze and massage the soft meat of mine. His fingers traced the string from top down slowly to the crack of my ass.

'True, only string.... Very tiny string.... I wonder your anus is decently covered...'

His finger traced further down and reached my anus.

'Looks like your string do not cover your anus well.' His finger poked lightly at my opening.

'At least now I'm sure that it's the tiniest string...'

'You sure? The tiniest string?'

I bent down more to give him more access.

'Remember... no regret. By the way, are you sure of the smooth and clean cunt?'

'Right. I need to check that as well.'

Truly he was not a kid.

He slowly pulled my shorts down and my bottom was completely revealed before his eyes.

'Amazing! What a nice string on a smooth clean cunt.'

I circled my ass in front of his eyes to give him more views of my ass.

'I just wonder....'

'What?'

Without answering me, he stuck his tongue on my anus and started licking.

'huhhhhhh....' Such a sudden invasion rendered my whole body weak and soft. My whole weaken body leaned onto the ladder for support, which further opened up my ass crack.

His was focusing his tongue action on my anus. He alternately licked and poked my anus with the tip of his tongue. Never before a person give such intimate attention to this most private part of my body. Totally new sensations I began to experience.

He continued to lick my pussy after pulling my string to one side. 

'Yesssssss..... eat my pussy.... good...... huhhhhh...... lick my ass hole again...please.... huhhhh....' 

'Suck my lips please........ Tim.... I want your tongue deep inside my pussy..... ummmmm...... yesssss..... deeper.... deeper....suck my clit..... yesssss.....huhhhhhhhh..... shitttt.... that was good....' I was lost in the world of indulgent.

'Shit.... You like my ass hole don't you, Tim......... ummmmmmm..... shittttt..... don't stop ....... don't you stop.....' He was ass rimming me and he pulled my butts to the sides very hard to expose more of my hole.

'Tim, use finger...'

He did not wait. Soon his finger gained entrance into my asshole.

'Yes...... deeper..... deeper....'

While his finger continued to track deep into me his mouth continued to eat my pussy.

'huhhhhhh...... yes........ shittttttt.... Ummmmmmm...'

I was melted on the ladder, leaving my whole vulnerable bottom to his fierce tongue.

Our moans filled the air.

We stopped only after a knock on the door. He quickly adjusted my string and pulled back my shorts.

No one was outside, perhaps the person went away.

We continued to work like nothing had happened. No one knew my bottom was totally wet and slippery!

After all work was done, we have a small celebration and situation getting even wilder with the effect of alcohol. Later, they decided to play basket ball at my backyard. I did not join as I wanted to clean up the place. But I did able to watch their game from the house.

My backyard was at the lower ground and hidden from outside. The whole backyard was secured from outsider except a few neighboring lots.

Two horny girls played against two horny boys. Needless to say there were a lot of body contacts and many accidental touching and brushing along the game. I saw many times the boys intentionally cupped their bouncing boobs, or their butts. They did pretest, but never stop playing. I kept watching while cleaning up. Both men glanced over my direction from time to time, checking me out.

Not sure if they aware that my pussy were soaking wet.

After some time the game ended and the 2 girls went home. They face was all flashing red and their fair skin turned to pink. Both boys have their tent fully erected too. They were horny as hell.

'So you want to play?' CY asked.

'Not sure. You two were pretty rough, you know?'

'Really?'

'Very naughty too,'

'How so?'

'You know what I mean, CY.'

'By the way, why is that a big hard rod under your pants?' I suddenly squeezed his hard on with my hand.

'You used that to play basket ball?'

'......'

'Warn you, CY. I used to be a basketball player.' I walked back to the house.

I decided to play with them. Not that I wanted to play the game so badly, but my body needed to be touched so badly after watching their game.

In my bedroom, I removed bra and changed into my cutoff shirt made from an old worn off cotton round-neck. It was cutoff from bottom all the way up to just below of my boobs. My boobs were not big but the hem of the shirt still hanging freely in the air when I walk. My bottom was a cutoff too. I made it long time ago for my own fun time. It was a very daring jeans cutoff where the bottom panel was totally removed except the center line. The front was cut just enough to cover my crotch the back was cut very high too. Only half of my butts were covered horizontally and the tiny center panel went tightly down my crack and my puffy lips were totally exposed. The cutoff shorts became very tight as I have gained more weight after some years.

'Wanna play? Young man,' I challenged him.

They were examining my chest carefully, trying to find a clearer view of my nipples under the white shirt, I think. But they did not know that it was better to check out my back!

'Sure... What's the bet?' He challenged back.

'Want to bet... haha... You are a dead meat.'

'Well, then bet it is. What the bet?'

'Strip basket ball... like strip poker... three of us against each other,' He dared me.

'Haha... my pervert. Not that I'm chicken, but strip basketball.....it's too childish. By the way, not much for me to strip too.'

'Childish.... Let's play adult then.'

'Listen, the loser will have to lick the winner cum before YOU could cum. How's that,' CY challenged again.

'Deal. Make sure YOUR gun doesn't go off before I say so.'

What a deal I entered into! Such a loosely define sex bet.

My nipples quickly erect under the shirt.

'No fucking..... OK.' I bought some insurance.

'Nice jeans!' They were both surprised when they saw my back.

We started playing. It was pretty gentle at the beginning. Not so long after I scored the first point, both of them went rough, both the game and their hands.

More and more accidental touching on my body as the game continued. Later, CY became very daring and when I jumped to make the shoot, he cupped my bare boobs under the thin shirt.

'Hey! Behave young man,' I protected.

'Your two buttons are hard, Michelle. Very nice to touch.' He teased.

'Watch out, CY. While you play naughty, I scored. You're the loser,' I pulled down my shirt to cover my boobs. I saw my nipples became more visible as my sweat wet the cotton.

Then we went serious into the game. They were good, but I was a player too. So did our flirting game. Soon, they became corporative. When I raised my hand to shoot, one of them squeezed my bare boobs under the shirt instead of blocking my action. The other fingered my exposed pussy from behind. They even hugged me from behind and gave good squeeze at my swollen nipples. I cannot remember how many times when they did that, I just stop moving and let him played with my boobs. And I would grind my ass against their hard on.

My shirt already turned totally transparent as my sweat kept dripping down my body, giving them very clear view of my boobs and hard nipples. Later I decided not to border pulling down my shirt after it's landed above my nipples.

I was enjoying a whole new sensation of showing off in my own backyard.

Later CY played a new trick, where they would pull down my shorts whenever they could, leaving my ass and pussy showing in the air. When I attempted to pull my shorts back, one of them would attack my boobs leaving me helpless to defend, they other one would take the ball away from me. Off course I did pretend to retaliate, but I have to admit that I loved it!

I was slowly loosing the game under their constant attack on my sex and their stamina to play. But I did not border as I was enjoying the other game.

Suddenly rain started to fall. We continued to play as no winner yet.

I lost eventually.

'Not fair. Two against one poor aunty,'

'Hey. A game is a game... and a bet is a bet.'

'What bet? I don't remember...'

I turned and slowly walked back to the house under the rain. I began to strip leaving the two behind me watching. First I striped my shorts, then my cutoff shirt.

Before I reached the house, I was already totally naked. They were watching all the way. A whole new sensation conquered my body. I was all naked at my backyard, with two men watching from behind, not sure any neighbors would be watching too. Rains kept falling on all over my naked skin, heating on my erect nipples, my face, bare thigh, my shoulder, waking up all my senses. I was in heaven!


A Housewife



Before we entered the house, I told them that they are not allowed to walk into the house with their dripping wet cloth.

I then began to dry myself. I squeezed my soaking wet shirt in my hand to remove access water. Then I started to rub my body to remove the rain water, in front of the men. They were watching quietly, watching where my hand and shirt went. First my shoulders, then my neck, my chest, my abdomen, my crotch, slowly down my legs. They never removed their eyes. My pussy turned swollen under their intense watching. Then I turned around with my back facing them.

'Help me please.' I asked.

CY took my wet shirt and started to rub my back, slowly from my neck down my bare back. While one of his hands was rubbing me with the shirt, his other hand was caressing my skin, the side of my breast then my bare buttock. He squeezed my buttock real hard until moans escaped from my mouth. 

'Spread you leg, Michelle.' He asked.

I spread my leg.

'Bend down,'

I bent down with my head resting on the garden table. My pussy and anus opened before him.

He began to rub my leg and slowly travel up my thigh, then my inner thigh. Eventually, he reached my pussy.

'Spread some more,'

I complied.

Then he rubbed my swollen pussy lips and my anus. After that, he dropped my soaked shirt on the floor.

The rain getting heavier outside, so did the fire inside my pussy.

He began to lick my ass. 

'CY, I thought I am the loser?' I asked.

'Yes, you lost. So don't you ever cum before I say so,'

Quickly, he dropped his pants to reveal his hard young rod.

He pulled my two meat globes to the side to totally expose my bottom, my pussy and tight anus were completely revealed before him. While one of his hands was firmly pressing me down against the garden table, the other hand of him was holding his hard rod for action. Very soon, his rod found the target and started to attack.

'CY. No fucking...' I protested with my panting voice.

'Shut up. I wanted to fuck your cunt since the day I know you. Now push your fucking ass higher!' His commanded in his panting voice.

Instantly his fat hard on shoved deep into my wet hole in one sleek push.

'Ahhhhhhhh...' I moaned with mix of joy and pain.

He kept pumping my holes forcefully, sending me to heaven.

Tim did not wait there doing nothing either. Very soon, I found his rod in front of my face and I quickly know what to do.

I opened my mouth and he shoved his hard rod into me. He held my head firmly against the table and deepthroat me. His hard rod went in and out my mouth constantly without leaving me any chance to breath.

There I was, at my very own backyard, totally naked, with a man fucking my pussy and another fucking my mouth!

The rain quickly turned into a storm and the strong wind splashed the rain water onto our body. But nothing could stop their lust to seek gratification from my sleazy body.

Eventually, Tim erupted into my watery mouth. I continued to suck him clean.

CY stopped his pumping too, leaving my slippery holes completely opened in emptiness.

Soon, he came back with an empty beer bottle. He placed the bottle on the floor and said,

'Fuck the bottle. Face outside. Let the whole world know you are such a bottle fucking bitch!'

'Yes.'

I knelt with my knees on the floor and my pussy above the tip of the bottle.

'Like this?'

'Yes.'

Without hesitation, I sat onto the empty beer bottle. The top portion of the bottle found not resistant entering my slippery hole. The only obstacle prevented it from entering completely into me was the size of the bottle at the lower part. But I sat down harder and harder every time, seeking satisfaction from even the tiniest advancement of the bottle into my hole.

'Suck.' CY pushed his hard on into my mouth without warning.

I began to suck.

'Show me how good you suck,'

He was getting faster and faster and his pumping action turned bigger and bigger. A few times his hard on pulled totally out of my mouth and quickly re-entered completely deep into my throat.

'Huhhhhh... You are damn good.'

He continued to stuff my mouth with his angry monster without mercy. And the bottle at my bottom went deeper and deeper into my hole as my thigh lost strength to hold on to my body weight. I was at the edge of eruption.

'Huuhhhhhhhh.... Huhhhhhhh...'

'Ummmm....Ummmmm......'

We both moaned in ecstasy. Indulged in the world of pure lust and desire....

'Eat this bitch!' CY shouted and pulled his hard rod out, instantly he emptied all his cum over my face.

After his eruption subsided, I continued to suck his cum from the still throbbing rod. Meantime, the bottle has expended my pussy to the maximum and I could not hold any longer.

'You may cum now,'

'Yes... yes......'

Instantly, I had the biggest orgasm of my life ever. 



A Housewife Ch. 02



In the first chapter of "A Housewife", I described how a basketball challenge with 2 young men had led to the discovery of my exhibitionist tendency. 

After that event, I thought that my actions were the result of my flirting with CY. But the urge to expose my body has never stopped coming back to me. Slowly, my outfits began to change. From ordinary t-shirts, I have changed to more body hugging daisy dukes or tank tops. And I loved the feeling of my shoulders went completely bare when I wore a spaghetti tops. I have also thrown away all my usual bulky sports shorts and changed into hot pants or denim shorts. And they fit nicely along my curves or just long enough to just cover my buttock or short enough to reveal the total length of my slender thighs.

But after a while, those sexy and revealing outfits could not satisfy my desire for showing off. I began to wear skimpy underwear and I would make sure my usual delivery guys have their time and opportunity to admire my body and sometime my sexy underwear.

My hubby had discovered my changes too and he loved it. I also carefully tested him a few times by wearing my smallest tank top and my shortest jean shorts when the delivery guy came. The first time I wore a revealing outfit he commented about me wearing too little but did nothing after that.

For the benefit of those who did not read my previous Housewife story, I am a thirty plus housewife with fair skin and a slim body frame. My figure is nothing extraordinary but I am still proud of my own B cup boobs and my firm buttock.

In the search of sexy outfits, I was exposed to the world of porn and sexuality on the Internet too. Watching those models exposing their naked bodies completely or wearing tiny skimpy outfits always made me hot and horny.

Finally one day I decided to go braless under my tank top when the cooking gas delivery guy came. It was a very short encounter. He replaced my empty gas tank, I paid him and he left. But I noticed he did take two quick glances at my chest. I wouldn't have minded if he stared. I wanted him to look at me, look at my chest. After that day, I decided to go without underwear at home because the feeling was just fantastic!

I began to do more daring things; like running my errands without my underwear; cutting off my tank top to reveal even more of my boobs, cutting off my shorts so high that they revealed a small part of my ass cheeks.

And I realized my situation was getting worse. After showing off more of my boobs, I wanted more; I wanted to show off my nipples. After exposing my ass cheeks, I wanted to show off my ass crack and even my pussy lips. Slowly, the idea of imitating those porn models, exposing my private parts completely to my various delivery guys had become much more desirable. I was nervous but I was also out of control. I wanted, no, I needed to expose myself.

Eventually one day when I passed by some selections of kitchen aprons in the supermarket, I pictured myself wearing it. I pictured myself wearing just the apron, nothing else; knowing that it would barely cover my excited pussy, knowing that it would not completely cover my naked boobs, thrilled me. I knew that I shouldn't but I did as my heart won the tug of wall against my mind and I bought the apron. I am going to be like those porn models wearing only my apron in my kitchen!

My first target audiences were the aquarium maintenance guys. On the day of the scheduled maintenance service I took a long time to shower and shave. My mind went wild while shaving my sex. I was shaving for those aquarium maintenance services guys! 

The aquarium maintenance service comes monthly to service my aquarium, plants and my garden. My plan was to pretend like I had forgotten the appointment and have the opportunity to show off my apron, or my body wearing just my apron. 

I decided to try the blue apron first. It was made of silky soft fabric. The size of the apron was rather big compared to ordinary apron and had more coverage at the hips than ordinary apron. It was a knee length apron and the hip area was intended to cover part of the buttock, but could not completely cover my buttock, there was still at least 6 inches gap exposing my ass crack, no matter how tightly I pull the knot! At the top, the apron could cover my breasts nicely but the light soft material could never conceal the shape of my two melons and my nipples.

I planned to be baking cookies during their visit so that I would be busy baking in my apron while they would be busy doing their maintenance jobs. Hopefully having plenty of opportunity for me either to showoff and have they watch.

Then the doorbell rang. They were an hour early. 

Oh no, my plan was ruined.

I quickly dried myself and put on my apron and walked down stairs. I had to walk slowly because I suddenly became self-conscious of my breasts bouncing too much. I opened the door and saw the newspaper boy instead of the aquarium maintenance service guys outside my gate. He came to collect newspaper money. 

My nipples instantly stiffen. I am about to walk out of the house in this kinky apron!

I walked out and realized it was about to rain. The wind was strong and filled with smell of rain. The strong head wind was pressing my apron onto my body and completely revealed the shape of my chest and my hips.

Yes, the wind was blowing strong, indicating a heavy rain would surely follow. 

"Hi Prakash, How are you? Long time no see. Where have you been?" I talked to Prakash, who was the son of my actual 'paper man'.

"I have been at the university a few months already. Now is my semester break."

"Oh congrats Prakash. Your father must be very happy." I congratulated him by giving him a handshake. 

He was watching my chest while we shook hands. I instinctively looked down at my chest and saw my two breasts nicely on display under the soft semi sheer apron. And quickly I covered my exposed breasts with my arm. 

Obviously I was not mentally prepared for showing off yet.

My heart raced as I felt so naked standing in front of this young man.

"Sorry Mrs. Tan." He quickly apologized for his rudeness.

"Never mind Prakash. I should be the one apologizing... I was rushing, that's why I didn't change." What a lame excuse, I thought.

"Anyway, please call me Michelle. Ok, how much do I have to pay?"

He quickly handed me the bill.

"Prakash, I remember that I cancelled a few days of newspaper because I went outstation."

"Sorry, I think my farther must have forgotten."

My apron was flying and I had trouble keeping it steady. He noticed my predicament and he took this chance to watch my exposed breasts and my increasingly sensitive nipples.

"Let me check my message to your papa."

"Sure."

I turned back to the house to retrieve my hand phone. As I turned, the wind blew from behind and my whole buttock was exposed as the wind blew open my apron. I tried to cover up and apologized but it was just too difficult to cover my buttock. It was never able to cover my buttock anyway. So I gave up and decided to run back to the house. I am sure he had good time watching my bouncing ass.

I retrieved the hand phone and walked back to the gate again to show him my message to his father.

He then recalculated the bill.

"How stupid, I should have brought my wallet along."

So I went back again and he had another good time watching my bare ass. I could felt the cool wind squeezing through my ass crack and escaping between my inner thighs. 

I came back again with my wallet. But my hands were occupied and I have to give him the money. In such clumsy situation, I lost hold of my money and the bill and they were blown away from my hands.

I ran to catch the money and the bill that was scattered around my garden. While I was wandering around trying to pick up my money, the wind kept blowing up my apron, giving Prakash perfect view of my exposed chest and buttock. I had trouble covering my exposed private areas while picking up those notes on the floor.

Then suddenly the apron knot at my back loosened up and the apron just flew like a kite in the wind leaving my whole body exposed. The apron only managed to stay on me because it looped around my neck. With my hands all occupied, I gave up trying to manage my apron. Also I found that I was enjoying the sensations of the strong wind brushing my erect and sensitive nipples. I was getting very excited!

But then it was too late as the heavy rain began to pour and my body was instantly wet! I ran back to my house and opened the auto gate.

"Come inside, quick." I waved to Prakash.

He pushed his bike to the car porch.

"Come inside." I invited him again.

He was all wet too. His t-shirt and his shorts were all soaked with rain. So was I. My apron was soaked and clung to my skin. I pulled the soaked apron to cover back my chest.

"You are all wet. I am so sorry."

Instead of talking to me, he was staring at my chest!

A quick check on my own reflection in the cabinet mirror behind Prakash revealed my puffy nipples were almost totally visible as the apron had turned transparent! The fabric clung to my lower abdomen had revealed the shape of my crotch and the beginning of my pussy crack.

I was extremely embarrassed and just wanted to hide away.

How did I do to land myself in such situation?

"Let me get you a towel."

An intense heat swept through my face as I gave a reason for running away.

I turned and ran upstairs and again my bare ass was under his watch all the way.

Inside my own bedroom I checked myself out again at the full body mirror. I was wet from my hair all the way down to my feet. The soaked apron still clung to my body highlighting my puffy nipples.

After catching my breath, I felt my breasts with my hand and found my erect nipples. It was the first time feeling my own nipples in such aroused state since exposing myself to Prakash. I gave my nipples a few squeezes in order to give myself some much needed relief.

But my nipples grew even stiffer after my caress and never before I felt an intense urge for attention! I needed someone to look at my aroused nipples! I needed someone to look at my bare ass and my swollen pussy! I needed someone to watch me!

Quickly, I took 2 towels and ran down stair again.

I knew he will get a nice view of my bouncing melons on my way down the stairs. And I made sure he watched me while I was climbing down the steps.

Come, let me help you... take off your shirt, it's all wet." I spoke to Prakash on my way down the stairs.

I thought he was in state of shock seeing me so exposed. He stood up but did not say a word. So I decided to help him dry off. 

I removed his shirt and dried his upper body. His eyes were glued to my chest. My nipples grew even more erect under his watch.

He was back to reality when I pulled down his shorts. He tried to grasp his waistband but he was too late.

I was shocked too when his full erection sprung back upwards and smacked on his crotch after escaping from his shorts!

"Oh sorry... sorry... I am so sorry." I apologized while admiring his erect manhood.

Half of his hard rod stood proudly out of his briefs.

He quickly pulled his briefs up to hide his erection but still the crown was partly visible.

He pulled the towel from me and quickly sat on the sofa and covered his crotch with the towel.

His enormous manhood was mesmerizing!

"Oh look at me... I am all wet too!"

"Do you mind if I remove my apron? It's all wet and sticky."

I stood right in front of him with him looking up my body. I pulled the apron away from my skin and removed it from my neck. My totally bare body was revealed before his eyes. My erect nipples and clean shaven crotch was plainly exposed to him.

I have never imagined myself doing such an indecent exposure to man other than my husband. But now, such an indecent act was so desirable.

I took my time drying myself in front of this young man. Then I wrapped myself with my towel. The smallest towel which was not for body wrapping. It was too short to properly cover both my chest and my bottom at the same time. With he was sitting down on the sofa, he probably could see my swollen lips!

"Let me dry your clothes and make you a hot drink. Would you like some hot drink? Coffee or tea?" I offered.

"Hot tea please... thank you Mrs. Tan."

"Please Prakash, call me Michelle."

I picked up the wet clothes from the floor.

I initially wanted to bend down to expose my rear to him but could not gather enough courage. Instead I squatted down in front of him. Yet my towel rose up on my hips and my pussy was completely exposed for a few seconds.

I put the clothes into the dryer and continued to make 2 cups of tea. Throughout the process, I was struggling with my towel. Not only was the towel was too short vertically, it was also too short horizontally. I could only manage to tug at a small corner of my towel to secure itself.

The vulnerability of my towel had added up to my sexual excitement. My hands were shivering, my heart beating fast and pussy crack was flooded.

I went back to the room with 2 cups of hot tea on my hands and my towel dangerously hung to the tips of my breasts.

But just a few feet before the coffee table, my towel slipped and dropped to the floor. 

"Damn it!"

When the towel suddenly dropped and I was totally naked again in front of this young man, I experienced my first orgasm of the day!

I stood stiffly in front of him while the thrill of orgasm swept through my body! Gosh, I never knew dropping a towel could be that exciting!

I did not know if he noticed my orgasm. But he was watching every moment of it.

I continued to serve the tea in the nude after my orgasm subsided and my body gained back strength.

I sat down opposite him with my towel just covering my front. We started chit chatting.

After a while he sat straight and looked at me.

"Miss Michelle... umm..." He was nervous and hesitating.

"Just call me Michelle. What is it?"

"Ok... Michelle, don't be angry but I have to ask you...are you exhibitionist?"

"Exhibitionist!" I almost chocked myself.

"Sorry..."

"Exhibitionist... umm..." A hot wave flashed all over my face and I did not know how to answer. 

"Yes, exhibitionist... those who love to show off their body to others..."

"Prakash... I... I... ahhhh... yes... no... No...I mean me..." I could not find my answer to his question.

"Yes... it means that you get excited when your body is exposed... like just now. Are you?

"Umm... so embarrassing... Prakash, must I answer you?"

"No you don't have to answer. I think you are. Can I... ammmmm... can l see your ... ummmm breasts... that is if you love to show me."

My heart skipped a beat.

"You wanna see my breasts... ohh Prakash... you are so direct..."

"Yes... please Michelle, my girlfriend still refuses me... I'd... love to see her naked."

"So you have never seen your girlfriend's breasts."

"No."

"I guess I am Ok if you really want to."

With that I lowered my towel. My two hard nipples exposed to him again.

"Michelle, can I see your vagina... and can you put back the apron again?"

"And now you wanna see my vagina? By the way, I prefer you call it pussy."

"Yes... please..."

"OK. The same apron I wore just now? It's all wet."

"Yes. That apron."

"Very well then. I think I can temporary pretend to be your girlfriend."

I went back to my laundry area to retrieve my wet apron and he followed behind me.

"Can you help me please?" I asked him to tie my apron.

He quickly went to my back and knelt down to tie my apron.

"Oh yes... so beautiful..." I heard him mumbling to himself. 

My pussy responded well to his admiration by releasing love juice again.

Michelle, can you... can you open a bit more?"

"Like this?" I assumed he was asking me to open my legs.

"Yes... yes... some more..."

I spread my legs a bit more.

"Can you tie my apron now?"

"Sorry... yes... I do it now..."

Done...

He stood up while I pulled the apron to cover my chest...

"Yes... so beautiful... I love to see... this..." He was watching my breasts from my side.

"People call it sideboob view."

"Yes... sideboob..."

I turned around to let him see more.

"Michelle, can you... umm."

"Prakash, don't be... just ask me. I am all for you right now."

"Can you lean against the kitchen top?"

"Like this?" I went to the kitchen and leaned myself against the kitchen top with my buttock facing out.

He came to my back and he knelt down again.

"Yes... bend down... bend down."

"OK. Like this?"

I bent forward and I could feel my bottom being revealed before Prakash.

"Yes... some more..."

"Can I touch?"

"I think you can..."

"Can I touch myself too...?"

"OK. Go ahead."

Then he pulled down his briefs and squeezed his own erection with one hand and his other hand reached my bottom and quickly found my wet crack. 

"You are so wet!"

And soon, his finger found my wet opening and he entered without any resistant.

"Oh shit... I am so close... I am coming..."

"Michelle, can I ask one more thing?"

"Yes... Prakash. Just ask."

"Can I fuck your mouth?"

More fingers entered me while he asked.

"Yes... yes... you want it now?"

"Can I also cum in your mouth and all over your face?"

"Oh yes... Prakash...fucking yes."

I quickly turned and knelt down to receive his giant rod.

He wasted no time to push his crown all the way down my throat. And he continued to fuck my head.

Ummmm... Ummmm. .

Yes... fuck... yes...Jenny... eat my cock... Jenny... oh yes... that's right... eat it like a slut... yes...

He obviously lost himself in his imagination of fucking his own girlfriend.

Very soon, he deposited his first load of cum inside my mouth and then he pulled out and continued to cum on my face. Before he finished cumin, he stuck his cock back into my mouth...

Oh fuck Jenny... oh Jenny... oh yes...

He kept pumping until he completely released all of his cum into my mouth.



A Housewife or a Whore



This is a story about a married lady who explored the kinky virtual world to get out of the day to day boredom. 

Rekha, 23, was what one could call a perfect marriage partner. She could pass for a model any given day. She used to be slightly slim then what she was now but the extra kilos had added more to her charm and looks. The extra kilos were gained at the right places. 

Anupam, 26, her husband was a land shark. He could make money out of sand. His obsession was to increase his land bank and become one of the top land bank owners of India. With the boom in the land business, he was in alignment with his obsession.

Anupam and Rekha met at a social function. Anupam was particularly impressed with her looks and the way she handled herself otherwise as well. Anupam was a rich, nice and a handsome guy. Rekha had the looks, warmth and character. The only thought that came seeing them together was -- Made for each other. 

Anupam was now travelling all over the country to look for newer places, newer markets to increase his land bank. At times, he would travel for 20 odd days at a stretch as well. Rekha would accompany him some time but she got bored as she had to stay alone the whole day in the hotels. She stopped travelling with him in the times to come. Anupam loved her much and spent a lot of time with her when he was in town. He provided her with all the luxuries possible. 

Rekha was bored to death and sometimes would almost feel depressed seeing the day just drag by. She joined a few ladies clubs. Rekha slowly started to know about the ladies in the group and their life. All of them had more or less the same story of having too much time at hand and nothing much to do. The ladies there were more interested in bitching then friendship. Some six months later, she made the inference that every lady was bored but one. That one lady happened to be her best friend as well. 

Her friend was always chirping, perky, smiling, content and busy texting on her mobile. It intrigued Rekha much cause she had a life similar to hers and yet the contrast. She asked for the reason but never got a definite answer. As some more time passed, Rekha could see that the more her friend texted - the happier she would be. So one thing was for sure, her texting was the thing that kept her ticking. Now what's, why's and how's of texting were a thing that eluded her. 

The more her friend denied the details, the more it intrigued Rekha. Rekha was now obsessed to know the reason for her friend's happiness. She finally came up with a solution. She bought the exact model of mobile as her friend. Rekha never knew that she would have the opportunity to switch the mobiles so very soon. 

It happened while Rekha offered her friend to drop her home. Her friend had texted something on her phone and got lost in her dreamy world. Rekha had to gather a lot of courage to put up her mobile next to hers. She felt as if her heart would explode doing such a thing. She was sweating but thankfully her friend was so much lost in her own imaginations that she did not see all this. She had switched the phones and was now praying that her friend's phone did not ring or make any sounds. Her friend was too lost and almost rushed out of the car as her home arrived. 

Rekha recollected herself as the car made way towards her house now. She nervously opened the other ladies mobile. She gets the first sample of virtual world by an Instant Message "My darling whore, I am missing fucking your whore cunt."

Rekha went red reading the message. She rushed to her wash room. She had gone totally wet reading the message. It was a revelation to her. Rekha never knew she had a liking for such thoughts. 

Rekha knew what kept her friend busy and chirping. The problem now was to return her mobile. She rung her mobile number and told her friend that they had swapped each other's mobiles in the car. Rekha was shocked to see feel herself getting wet again. She had used the word "swap" and it made her wet. Her mind was on a spree of its own. 

Her friend was blushing hard as she came to collect her phone. Rekha greeted her with a casual remark "Hi whore".

Rekha could see her friend getting nervous. Rekha casually told her about the message. Her friend knew that there was no point hiding things from Rekha anymore. She told her all about her various accounts, chats, photo sharing and web cam's. It was another revelation for Rekha. She acted as if all this was not her cup of tea but her wetness conveyed it quite clearly to her that she was desperate to try one and all the stuff her friend just told. 

Rekha was a sharp girl and tech savvy as well. She tried every single thing her friend had told but with her level of comforts. She was a quick learner and a safe player as well. She soon learned how to tackle the cheap crowd of the virtual world. After spending some three months in the virtual world - She shared chats, showed herself on web cameras, voiced and shared pictures (blurred ones). She realized over a period of time that her kink was chatting. 

She was hooked to chats. She got herself some smooth players who kept her quite satisfied. She was pretty content with life now, little did she know of the storm that would change her forever. 

Another three months had gone when her chat friend, Amit, asked her why she loved becoming a classy, erotic whore in majority of her roleplays. She felt odd at this realization but she also knew internally that it was an idea she loved much. 

Alone at home, she contemplated more on the idea. The more she thought, the hornier she felt inside. She wanted to pursue this idea further but was afraid of the implications. Her husband was a famous man in the city now and she could not afford a scandal of any nature. However, something inside her wanted to explore the idea further. She confided the same to Amit one day during a chat, in a casual way. 

Amit, being a decent guy, just heard her out but did not suggest anything on his own. He did not want to force anything on her, yet. 

The next week was spent role playing on a single idea. Rekha enacting herself as a upper class whore. The role play acted like a drug to her. She was on a different "high" throughout the week. This clearly reflected in her real and virtual world. Her chats were getting hotter and her orgasms were becoming stronger. 

Amit decided to take the roleplays to next level. He decided to make her the whore, in every sense possible that she so desperately wanted to become but in a safe way.

Amit discussed the idea of meeting Rekha for real and discuss the idea further. Rekha was slightly hesitant about the meeting for real thing but decided to go ahead. 

She chose a place which made her feel safe. The cafe was situated in the heart of the city and was a busy one as well. They had decided to meet on a Tuesday. The crowd would be thin and the restaurant would be relatively empty. It would mean that they would have enough privacy, even a slightly loud conversation would not be overheard by strangers on the next table. Amit was already waiting on the table when Rekha joined him. She knew she was being observed and she loved it. 

Amit: "Hi. Do we know each other?"

Rekha pondered a few seconds before answering. She could not risk anything at all. 

Rekha: "Hi. I am Rekha, your chat friend."

Amit: "Please don't mind but I am waiting for a whore friend of mine. Her name is Rekha as well. Are you that very whore?"

Rekha went red hearing the word. Her legs felt as if they were filled with jelly. She did not know what was with the word but every time she heard it, there was an effect on her body which she could not explain ever. 

Rekha: "Yes, I am that very friend of yours."

Amit: "Sorry, we had never met before so how was I supposed to recognize you. Besides you look more like a sexy housewife and not a whore. Pardon me for the confusion."

Rekha was taken aback by this bold approach of his. She had always loved being guided.

Rekha: "Can you tell me your chat id? I need to be sure before I commit."

Amit (telling his chat id with a naughty smile): "Nice move. Are you sure now?"

They both just smiled as Rekha settled herself in the chair next to Amit. They both were checking each other out. Neither was dissatisfied, the reality for both was far better than what they had imagined it be. 

Amit: "I can see that you quite love being a whore Rekha. You will certainly make a classy one too. You have such looks that you won't pass for a cheap whore."

Rekha felt heat emit from her cheeks hearing Amit. The words made her feel much embarrassed and excited at the same time. 

Amit decided to lighten up the topic. He started to tell her about himself and his interests. Rekha too told him things about her. Rekha felt alive after so many years. She was in male company and a good one after so many months. She felt quite nice being appreciated as well. Rekha started to like Amit's company almost instantly. He had the attributes she loved much. He was a person who took control, was caring, humorous besides having the looks of a hunk. 

They shared their real lives over lunch. The conversation turned to their virtual lives as they sipped hot coffee, post lunch. Rekha told him the absolute truth and it forced Amit to tell the truth as well. 

Amit: "You are a person of such integrity and beauty Rekha that it confuses me when you say that you want to become a whore. Why do you want to become a whore?"

Rekha: "Thanks for all the compliments Amit. I know that I am beautiful. Are the classy whores not beautiful?"

Amit could clearly see that she had the attitude to carry the role through. 

Amit: "They do have the appeal, charm and looks that you possess. You would fit perfectly. It still makes me wonder though - why do you want to become a whore of all the persons?"

Rekha kept silent and did not reply. 

Amit: "What is the kink for you in becoming a whore? Do you like the idea of being paid for sex?"

Rekha (contemplated before replying): "It never crossed my mind."

Rekha had a sinful smile on her face which confused Amit a lot. He was the one contemplating as to what made her smile. 

Amit: "Does the idea appeal to you because of its sinful appeal?"

Rekha (smiling some more): "Yes, you can say it is a sinful appealing idea. The whole taboo makes it so much more appealing."

Amit pondered some more before asking her the next question. It was a role play happening but for real. 

Amit: "I think you are trying to confuse me with your answers. Are you some kind of control freak? Is that your kink for becoming a whore?"

Every time Amit used the word "whore", Rekha felts it effect in her body. She had not thought about it in such details. She was floored flat by his gross understanding of the subject.

Rekha: "No, I am not a control freak. I believe in giving and receiving."

Amit: "Spoken so nicely but does a whore has the choice to receive? She is supposed to perform the given task."

Rekha could clearly see herself melting slowly and surely in a pond of lust, a lust beyond her control. She could feel a certain wetness starting to happen between her legs.

Rekha: "Amit, I am not those cheap kinds of whores. I am a queen who is there to love and to be loved as well."

Amit clearly chocked on Rekha's response. He had to divert the topic 

Amit: "Queen, are you open to performing anything you are asked for?"

The sarcasm clearly made Rekha blush harder.

Rekha: "Amit, please don't be sarcastic. I am answering you as truly as possible. I am open to everything a man can want."

Amit: "Rekha, A man can want many things which a lovely lady like you may not be even aware of. I am telling you such things so you don't land yourself in trouble when you are with a real customer."

Rekha felt so whorish hearing Amit tell about a customer. The whole idea of being with a customer made her wet, some more. Her panties were drenched with her own juices.

Rekha: "I am new to this line. It seems you have much experience of this world."

The sarcasm hit Amit where it was intended. It made him smile too. He knew it clearly that she had the brains to use the words when it mattered most. 

Amit: "I have done my research and want to know what kind of services you offer. Only then can a client fix a price for you."

Rekha: "Amit, you are deliberately doing all this. I am feeling very embarrassed. Please stop."

Amit was savoring her innocence and yet was being intrigued more and more by her mysterious need for acting / becoming a whore.

Amit: "I will tell this to you the last time Rekha. You cannot handle becoming a whore so please stop this facade."

Rekha knew he was irking her to retaliate back at him. A part of her felt embarrassed but a bigger part of her wanted to prove him wrong. The bigger part won and it started to reflect in her actions. She changed her chairs and shifted on to the chair next to Amit. Amit loved the change of attitude in her. He took her hands into his as he continued his talks further. 

Amit: "My imaginations have gone haywire Rekha. The touch of your skin feels so sexy, smooth and awesome that I am forced to imagine the skin at other parts of your body."

Rekha was burning in her own hell of desires - literally and really as well. 

Amit: "I think we have played a lot of cat and mouse games. I think we should first decide whether you still want to go for it or not?"

Rekha pondered, considered and thought for a while before just nodding her head to show her confirmation.

Amit: "Good. Now that you want to become a whore, let's see if you understand the intricacies involved with the profession."

Rekha just listened like an eager student. Amit's face lit up as an idea sprung up. 

Amit: "Rekha, I know you are short on time and that you have to return home. We can discuss the intricacies over the chat or when we meet next."

She had never experienced such a rush of hormones and wanted to continue the meeting for long. She decided otherwise as she was the one who was very pertinent about the time issue (over the chat). Rekha felt nice to notice that he cared for things she wanted. 

Amit: "Rekha, what I am going to ask you next is a simple thing to do. Our next meeting totally depends on the way you perform what I ask you next."

Rekha was all ears.

Amit: "Come here, sit next to me."

Rekha moved to the chair next to Amit. 

Amit: "You smell good."

Rekha felt as if she would die out of embarrassment. The smell Amit meant here was obviously her sex smell. 

Amit: "Don't be embarrassed Rekha. It is fine. You don't know how exciting it is to know that the whore sitting next to you has soggy panties."

Rekha found herself choking for expressions, air too. 

Amit: "Rekha, now that I know you smell nice. I would like to know how you taste as well."

Rekha did not understand what he meant. Innocently, she stuck her finger out for him to taste.

Amit: "You are such an innocent lady. I still wonder how you got this idea of becoming a whore."

Rekha could not understand what he meant. She had questioning looks on her face. Rekha felt her heartbeat starting to go bonkers as Amit came close to her. She thought he was going to kiss her. She was caught in the dilemma of whether to allow him to kiss her or not. Before she could realize and decide, Amit whispered something in her ears and straightened up. It was a relief for her that he did not kiss her but what he whispered in her ears made her goes crazier. Amit had told her to wet her fingers with her overflowing cunt juices so he could know how she tasted as well. 

Amit shifted his posture so that he did not miss even a second of the action. Rekha had never ever felt so shy and horny at the same time, not even during her first night. She was experiencing a terrible new high. 

Rekha felt too shy as she slid her hands inside her designer sarree. She felt so whorish. Amit's constant gaze on her action was adding to her ever increasing need for release. She stopped to have a look around in the restaurant (if anyone was around or approaching) and to gather her breath as well. She sucked her tummy inside as she let her hands slide further inside. She slipped her finger inside her panties. Her hands had crossed her mound and went to rest next to her throbbing clitoris. Rekha knew she would have to do it fast. She was already so excited that if she slid her fingers for a few times, she would cum. She dreaded at the thought of doing so right now since she was what people called.... a screamer. Her shoulders tensed as she circled her fingers around her clitoris. She was so very desperate for a release. Her eyes closed at the sheer thought of a release, in front of a stranger and that to in a public place. The whole idea made her ever more desperate for doing it. 

However, she knew she would not be able to restrain her screams and decided otherwise. She carefully brought out her fingers, smeared with her love juices. She felt too shy to stick her finger out to the stranger and make him taste her most intimate juices. She was burning in her own hell of lust. Amit lowered his mouth on to her finger. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick it slowly. Rekha was confused why her body was betraying her. She would have never ever dreamt of doing such a thing and yet here she was, not only doing it but desiring much more as well. Amit played and toyed with her fingers for quite some time with his tongue. Her imagination was making it harder for her. 

Amit: "Rekha, you taste so sweet. I am quite desperate to lick your clitoris just like I licked your finger."

Rekha chocked for air hearing his words. She shifted her chair next to his, as close as she could. Her eyes clearly conveyed that she wanted it to go further. 

Amit: "Rekha, our time is up today. You want to become a whore and so shall you become. We have to discuss a lot of things. We will do so over phone or chat, as convenient."

He kissed her cheeks as they got up. He could clearly feel the heat emitting from every single pore of her cheeks. He gave a small laugh and patted her hips. She felt the subtle vibrations in her crotch. One could say she was feeling everything in her crotch. 

Amit made his way out and so did Rekha. Rekha sat in her car and was recollecting everything that had happened in the restaurant. She was once again desperate for a release and this time she wanted it bad. She was glad that she brought one of her large purses today. She placed her purse directly over her crotch and put her hands underneath it. She knew it would take only a few rubs. She closed her eyes and started to replay the whole scene that had happened in the restaurant. There she was, slumped in the backseat of the car. All relaxed and smiling (ear to ear). She was so lost in her thoughts that she never realized that her home had arrived. 

Driver: "Ma'am, we are here. Is everything alright?"

Rekha: "Yes. Why? What makes you think otherwise?"

Driver: "Ma'am, you made some noise when we were coming home. I asked but you did not reply. Your eyes were closed as well. It made me wonder if your health is fine."

Rekha (stuttering): "Yes, everything is fine."

Every servant became curious seeing her looks. She somehow made her way into her room. Her own needs became so demanding that she started to rub herself in her sarree itself. She was at the peak of her desires and she heard the ring. It was her husband on the other side. 

He was concerned for her health (the driver had told him about the noise in car). She was talking to him and fingering herself at the same time. His words fell on a deaf ear as she experienced another mind shattering release. She somehow recollected herself and started to talk. The release was so intense that her words wavered and made her husband think twice for her health. He conveyed to her that he was coming home taking the next available flight. Rekha felt disappointed hearing the arrival of her husband for the first time. She experienced guilt for the first time as well.