About to point to the balcony, he thought better of it. Why mention the opposition. Hearing one of them say Mohini needed to go home, he figured on using that as an excuse.
‘Sudhir asked me to keep an eye out for anyone needing a lift home. Anyone need a lift home?’ he innocently asked.
‘Mohini does,’ one of her friends said.
‘I’d better go with her,’ Reema offered.
‘Good idea,’ Shahid said, without meaning it.
Sudhir watched Shahid, and was surprised he hadn’t been sent packing already. He remembered vaguely how popular he was with the girls in high school, so maybe he still had the charm. Wasn’t it a naive, honesty about him that won them over?
He watched his friend talking to Mohini, and figured the guy was using her to get to Dhruvi. What Shahid had said about Dhruvi sank in. The guy hadn’t been talking about Dhruvi, he’d been describing Mohini. The quiet one, a bit of a prude, used to dress old fashioned.
Shit! He’d told the guy she was divorced, and looking for fun. Shit! He’d told Shahid his wife was desperate for cock. He watched Shahid, Mohini, and Reema break away from the others. Shahid had his arm around Mohini, almost holding her up. Oh! Shit! He’d told the guy she was up for it, and he was taking her away.
It looked as though his wife was going to be more than flashing her body tonight. Ironically, he set her up with the guy hoping to lay her. Was she drunk enough to fall under Shahid’s charm? It looked like she was more than drunk enough.
‘It’ll take awhile getting her outside, so catch us up,’ Shahid told Reema.
Sudhir was taking two stairs at a time. He collided with someone, apologised, crashed through a fire door, and into the dance hall. No sign of them. They must have staggered out through the main doors. Pushing through the crowd he caught sight of Reema. He headed in that direction, pushing and shoving others out of the way, and caught up with her. Just as he was about to pat her on the shoulder, she walked into the ladies rest room.
He abruptly turned on a heel, as though in a line dance. He got out of the way of women in the queue, after having shoved them out of the way. The bad comments on his character were ignored. Looking around, there was no sign of Mohini. He pushed his way through the double doors to reach the cool air of outside.
Once outside, away from Reema, he asked, ‘What do you want to do, Mohini?’
She tried to focus with one eye, giggled, and said, ‘Strip naked and run through the park.’
Shahid was surprised, but not shocked. He remembered what she was like in high school, and was wise enough to know people sometimes let loose as they matured. Or was it the confines of marriage that bored them, so they needed to rebel.
‘Alright, let’s go for it!’ he laughed.
Across the road, they disappeared into the city park. It was dark at midnight with the lights off.
Sudhir pushed his way outside, and looked up and down the sidewalk. If he had looked across to the park on emerging through the crowd, he would have seen his wife.
Hand in hand with Shahid, they skipped across the grass, and found a path.
‘Let go of my hand,’ she slurred, and nearly fell.
Wriggling in the dress, she peeled it off, and giggled. On automatic, she unclipped the bra. Luckily it had a catch at the front. Taking another few steps she almost fell again, while pulling at the thong. A close run thing, stepping out of it, and not falling to the ground.
He kept steadying her, which was a good excuse for not getting undressed. They danced over the grass between trees, parallel to the main road. There were trees on both sides, so if he saw anyone he would draw her into the bushes. Her clothes were scattered along the path, back there somewhere.
The stockings and suspender belt were long gone, leaving her naked. He liked what he saw, but figured she had been too drunk to start with, and would soon sober up the way they were skipping through the grass. Either way, he didn’t fancy his chances. This was certainly refreshing and a totally different night out.
They came to an opening in a hedge. He stopped her running headlong through the hedge, into the brightly lit street, with an arm around her waist. Holding a naked woman tight, usually meant he was in bed. He was beginning to wish he was.
To the right a few hundred yards away, was the club. To the left was the city centre. If they walked straight ahead, or nearly straight, and the police didn’t pick them up, his car wasn’t far. Looking out for traffic, they stumbled forward, crossed the road, and dived down an alley. Cars beeped in appreciation of the midnight streak. They were soon safely tucked away in the dark, between store loading bays.
Shahid recognised where they were, and quickly found his car. She wouldn’t sit on the back seat out of the way. She sat next to him, as though demurely dressed. After a short distance she became talkative, only not making sense.
‘Who are you? Where are you taking me? Are you going to ravish me? Are you going to keep me as your sex slave?’ she asked, and giggled over every question.
‘Shahid, and home, then no to all the rest,’ he laughed.
‘Where are my clothes?’ she asked, sounding only mildly interested.
‘In the park. You stripped naked in the park,’ he reminded her.
‘Are you going to leave me somewhere, naked?’ she giggled.
‘No, I’m taking you home,’ he said.
He was wrong about her sobering up. He kept telling her to be quiet as they made their way up the drive.
‘I’d rather be making my way into you,’ he scolded her.
‘You mean you want to fuck me. Go on then, fuck me,’ she loudly stated.
At least the house lights didn’t come on. Neighbours began to twitch the curtains, and he wondered what they thought they saw. She obviously didn’t have a key. He thought of searching her body for one, but figured that would certainly bring the neighbours out. As a bit of luck, the front door was unlocked. Someone knew they would be too drunk to fiddle a key into a lock.
He wasn’t too drunk to fiddle his key into her lock, but he didn’t like the idea of screwing a drunk woman. In the lounge he noticed a framed picture of her and her husband. It would need a clearer mind to figure out why, and what, Sudhir was up to. Next morning he might try to figure it out, or forget about it. Probably the later.
He dumped her on a sofa, and said, ‘Good luck. I hope you find what you are looking for.’
A short time later, Sudhir walked in, ready to look through the phone book for Shahid’s number. He stumbled over his wife’s legs, and exclaimed expletives. He shouted at her from shock, and for worrying him so much. She was naked! He felt between her legs, and decided she hadn’t done anything with Shahid, or anyone else.
Her thighs clamped upon his hand, and she smiled at him. He almost fell backwards on the carpet.
‘I’m not so drunk as I made out,’ she laughed.
‘What happened?’ he demanded.
‘Nothing. Except I stripped naked in the park, and got driven home. I think the neighbours might have seen me,’ she pondered.
‘I thought, well, you know what I thought,’ he said, through gritted teeth.
‘You’re not a very good detective. I saw you following us all evening,’ she laughed.
‘Alright, you caught me,’ he almost smiled.
‘Sudhir, I need you!’ she moaned.
A hesitation indicated he was merely considering her offer. Instead he was quietly undoing his pants in the darkened room. He suddenly grabbed her ankles and pulled her off the sofa. On the carpet he roughly shoved her legs apart, and fell to his knees between them. In one swift movement he was into her.
Mohini hardly had time to take a breath, when she was dragged to the floor, and felt his cock entering her. She lifted her hips, pushing up at him, wanting every inch of cock. She needed it all, and needed to be ridden hard.
For a fleeting moment a wicked idea came to mind. It didn’t matter who’s penis it was, just so long as it was hard and powerful. If it had been Shahid’s, or anyone else’s, she would have willingly spread her legs. A small consolation was that she hadn’t been given a choice, she was simply being taken. Such dirty thoughts were wiped away as a cock was driven deep and hard into her.
‘Fuck me! Pound my pussy! Faster!’ she implored.
She dug her nails into his back and scratched, wanting to inflict pain. The terrible filthy desire to be fucked, filled her entire body with a painful need. She was no longer Mohini the nice housewife, she was a dirty slut, craving a cock, any cock. In the dark he could be anyone, and so could she.
‘Fuck this dirty slut hard, pound my pussy. Whoever you are, fuck this cunt, punish this filthy slut with your big dick,’ she screamed.
He heard her say, ‘who every you are’. He knew what was going on in her mind. The screaming wasn’t her, the words weren’t hers. He loved that she was so carried away, to be someone else. He was tempted to ask who she was.
An off key wailing burbled up from her throat. Her back arched, and then she lifted her hips, bumping his, crashing hard. He thrust in and held her pinned to the carpet. He began to pump sperm into her, in great strings of cum, jetting into her. She sensed being filled, rather than he was there at all.
‘Fill me up with your cum, fill me,’ she broke off to wail.
His hips were pressing down upon her, and was supporting his weight with straight arms. He was looking down at her, examining her. She writhed a moment, then settled down. From bucking up at him as though trying to throw him off, she sank into the floor, replete and exhausted.
‘Did you enjoy that, stranger?’ he asked, with a put-on voice.
‘What have I done? I’ve let a stranger take me! A stranger cum inside me, and will make me pregnant! Oh! My! God! You must go before my husband gets in,’ she spoke, in an over dramatic voice.
They both broke into peals of laughter, and he collapsed upon her squashing her into the carpet.
‘I can’t breathe, get off,’ she complained.
He rolled to her side, and pulled her in his arms. He kissed her lips, with a great warmth of feeling.
‘You can finish me off now, I don’t want to leave with a sticky cock,’ he taunted her.
‘I’ll lick your cock clean, only if you tell me your name, sir,’ she said, only just refraining from giggling.
‘How much more will it cost, to deep throat me?’ he asked, sounding imperious.
‘I’m not sure I can deep throat such a big one, sir,’ she teased back at him.
They played around for awhile until tiredness overtook them. In each other’s embrace they fell into a deep sleep. They would ache in the morning, from laying on a hard floor, despite the thick carpet. They wouldn’t care about that, thinking it had been worth it.
Mohini’s husband was working late at the office, and had been for a couple of weeks. It meant they hadn’t had time to play a game for some time. She was feeling lonely and abandoned without that closeness they had built up recently.
Mohini walked into the spare bedroom preparing to undress. The light was off, but she purposely forgot to switch off the hall light. None of the neighbours could see her, and there were no houses behind theirs. Although, anyone walking a dog in the woods would have a fine view.
‘Damn! This is stupid!’ Mohini told the empty room.
She loudly swore, and walked out the room. This was all wrong! Exposing herself had developed from an indulgence for her husband, to an irritating craving. They hadn’t played the game for awhile, and now exposing herself had become a nagging itch. If she didn’t do something it would become a deep desire that threatened to overwhelm her.
She walked back into the spare bedroom, and told herself not to be silly. No one would see her, so what harm was this to anyone. Pretending men were watching her would be a harmless fantasy. Something to excite her while she soaked in a bath.
Rajeev took a short cut to his favourite bar, using a track between the woods and the back of the houses. He glanced at each house passed, for no real reason except curiosity. He stopped suddenly, focused, and fixed on a window. A shapely woman had caught his attention.
The woman lifted her arms, while holding onto the hem of a dress. Her thighs were revealed, and she shimmied it up to display white stocking tops, and suspenders. Another wriggle of her hips revealed a pair of frilly white panties. The dress was tight around her body, hence the seductive wriggling. The dress was tightly caught under her ample bust. The woman pulled hard, and the dress suddenly moved up, letting her overflowing bra bounce free.
She was carelessly undressing, unaware of a pathway at the back of the house. Obviously she was unaware of him watching her, and so she carried on innocently undressing. She had a wonderful figure, and he was about to see more of it.
It was easy now to pull the dress over her head. She turned around and bent over to fold the dress out of sight. The wiggle of her heart shaped ass was mesmerising. She stood up, and it made him flinch, as she seemed to be staring at him. Obviously she couldn’t see him in the dark, with the woods behind him.
The explanation was obvious when he noticed both hands were struggling behind her back. She gave up and shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders. Pulling the clasp around the front, she unhooked it. She held the cups to her breasts for a moment, then turned and bent over. The sight of her cute panty clad bottom was breathtaking.
Maybe it was because she was a complete stranger, and he was sharing something private, even something illicit. He should have walked on, rather than invade her privacy, but the show was so intoxicating he was rooted to the spot. The woman stood up and turned around. He didn’t wonder why she faced him, as his mind was focused on her body.
Her breasts were magnificent. They weren’t overlarge, but were a good handful and stood up well. He figured she was in her late thirties, a good ten years younger than him. Her breasts stood up well, even without support. The light from another room was shining on her skin, which looked smooth and blemish free. It was difficult to tell, but his imagination filled in the gaps.
Her hands slid into the sides of the panties. It was then he noticed they were over the top of the garter belt. She turned around, and bent slightly to pull the panties over her bottom.
He thought he heard something close, and looked around, with eyes darting this way and that. It was his own breathing, and the sudden intake of breath that startled him! It was no wonder, as she had revealed her bare ass, and a little something between her thighs. He tried to steady his breathing and remain calm, so as to take in properly what was being revealed. The panties where pushed down her legs, so she had to bend more and more.
He could see her ass through the floor to ceiling window. A light was shining into the room, lighting between her legs. He was sure there was a glossy shine at her crotch. Were her lips wet and shiny?
She stood up with panties in hand, then dropped them onto the pile of clothes. Probably the clothes had been folded and placed on a chair just out of sight. It was what she was wearing that held his attention. There was no fuzzy patch in that golden triangle. She was shaved bare. There was just enough light to show her pussy, and his imagination could fill in any blanks.
She lifted a foot onto an unknown something, perhaps another chair. Separating her legs while not wearing panties stiffened his cock. Not thinking it possible to become any stiffer, it was a surprise to feel it harden. His balls were aching to release their load. He dare not rub himself, or he would spurt his load into his pants. Going home with a wet patch would be out of the question. It wouldn’t be much better in the bar. He would have to recount the show to his buddies, and this was something he wanted to keep to himself.
He watched avidly the straps unclipped from a stocking. The stocking was pulled down a long leg, on its enthralling journey. The other leg was attended to. Each clasp was pulled open, and both hands pushed into a stocking top. The sheer stocking was eased down her leg, with care not to ladder it.
The striptease was nearly complete. She pulled the garter belt around and unclipped it. It was folded and placed on a table or chair, or something out of view. She turned around and bent over, leaning with one hand on something. He knew it was one hand supporting her, because he could see the other. The hand cupped her crotch. It was flexing, gripping her sex, easing off, then again tightening the grip.
The hand moved up her body over her stomach out of sight. A finger appeared between her legs, and pushed at her bottom. It circled her asshole, stopping to press at the relaxed entrance. The finger was joined by another, with both running under her crotch, between her legs. He couldn’t see clearly but it looked as though her fingers were disappearing into her pussy. Fuck! She was really putting on a show! He looked up and down the path, hiked out his cock, and pulled on it. She arched her back, and obviously had an orgasm. The sight of her perfect ass, slim waist, and long hair, had him spell bound.
When she cum he relieved the ach in his balls. He spurted over the fence. Sending a stream of cum into her garden, which was as close as he would get to entering her secret garden. Unaccountably, it came to mind that her hedge had been clipped.
He stumbled away, and leant against a tree, getting his breath back. His heart settle down to a steady beat, while he memorised the sight of the beautiful young woman stripping. No longer interested in the bar, he decided to walk home, and give his wife a surprise.
Mohini couldn’t see anyone outside in the dark, but was almost sure she had an audience. A possible flicker of a white face in the dark was all she had glimpsed. If she had been certain, there was no way she would have played with herself, and certainly not gone as far as an orgasm.
Next day Mohini felt as though she needed a fix. Sudhir had been too tired to play with her, when he came home last night. Although it was Saturday he went in to the office to work on a project. She was buzzing all over, with no hope of satisfaction. If only she could have been sure someone had watched her performance last night.
In any case, there would be other opportunities to show off her body. Her husband had demonstrated that, time and time again. Anytime she thought about the naughty things she had committed, it gave her a thrill. It was a pity the memories weren’t enough to satisfy her need.
‘Don’t be so ridiculous,’ she told herself.
These games were for her husband. They got him going so much, it was worth the embarrassment of exposing herself. She wasn’t fooling herself one little bit, but had to pretend it was for him. More and more it was becoming a deep seated need that kept her playing the game.