An Indian Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 03

"You have a sweet ass," he spoke and tried to pull down her panty but Malti grabbed it.

"Noooo, what are you doing!!" she exclaimed.

"This the best place for a tattoo, hurts very little and a great turn on for your lover," he spoke.

"It's Ok, I got it," she clutched her panty hard as Roger was still trying to pull it down and, in the process, had already partially exposed her ass crack. Couple of seconds passed like that, neither Roger left the panty nor Malti let it go.

It was the longest seconds that Malti had ever experienced in her life. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at the lust filled face of Roger. It was too tempting for her, to expose her butts like this and let this man ogle her. Her heart was telling her, "just let the man have a look at your ass" and she was reassuring her mind that it will be just a glimpse and then she will get out of here. She found that her grip on the panty started to get shaky and it just slipped out her hands.

Roger's chest swelled with the small victory and he pulled the panty down to her ankle and out.

Malti's heart started to beat hard as she realized that she is totally exposed down her waist. A familiar sensation of exposing ran through her body along with the uneasy feeling of being trapped. Roger was quick and he rubbed the spirit dipped cotton on her fat ass cheeks.

"Ahh... ohhh..." she crooned as it felt cold.

"Stay still or you will get hurt," he warned and turned the pen on.

She clenched her butt as he touched it with the tip of the pen.

"Ahhh... ugg... ugg... ayeee," she groaned, the seething pain ran through her body.

"Relax, don't clinch," he spoke and quickly move from one ass check to another. Roger was now having a raging hard on watching the hot woman withering in pain. He deliberately pressed the pen harder and watched her moan.

He continued to move the pen all over her ass making it nub due to pain. Meanwhile he had pushed her top up to her neck reveling her entire back.

"One more step," he thought as he unhooked the bra. Malti didn't even notice that her top was pulled up and the bra straps were hanging on the side. She was busy enduring the sweet and hard pain in her ass.

Roger then made his move and climbed on the table with his knees on either side of withering Malti. With one hand he held the pen and continued to run it over her ass and with other explored her naked body. Opened her ass crack to reveal the puckered hole.

"So sweet," he thought running his thumb over the hole.

"How are you feeling Malti," he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ahhh... stop it... it is very painful."

"You can sure take some pain," he spoke and stopped the pen.

Malti felt his ass soar and hurting, "ahhh... its paining."

"Don't worry I'll rub some oil," he pulled out a small bottle of perfumed oil and poured it over her ass. Its then Malti realized that Roger has climbed on the table and was kneeling over her.

"What... What..." She was bewildered.

"Shhhhh, let me rub the oil," he rubbed it over her ass and then onto the puckered hole.

Malti gasped as she felt his middle finger slipped over her ass hole.

"Ahh... no..."

"Relax," Roger spoke in a cool voice and rubbed her ass hole.

"No... no..." she struggled violently, realizing how far this has gone.

"You will love it," Roger cooed and with one hand he kept her pinned to the table.

She panicked and remembered her childhood experience in the train where she was stuck into similar situation while exposing and the man was ready to fuck her. She shook violently almost throwing Roger off the table. This made Roger relax his grip on her and Malti quickly climbed down the table.

She was sitting in her car, still breathing hard. She had quickly pulled her dress back and ran out of the shop and now sitting in her car she was realizing how far she has gone with this stranger. She sat there catching her breath and composing herself. After a while she relaxed and realized everything is under control now.

While driving back home she pondered over the events of the day and felt excited at exposing again. She reached home in time to pick up her daughter when the school bus dropped her. Whole afternoon and evening she was busy with Rini.

She waited at the ground watching Rini playing with her friends when one of the old ladies from neighbor approached her and started gossiping. She started enquiring about Langa and if they found anyone who hit him.

"This boy got what he deserved," she spoke.

"What!! What do you mean, what he deserved," Malti felt irritated at her comment.

"I mean he is not a nice boy, always trying to get into the pants of married women and someone someday bound to teach him a lesson," she spoke looking directly at her. Malti was startled at her outburst, she remembers that this woman had always been against Langa and previously also told about his earlier escapades with the officer's wife.

"I am happy that someone decided to break his head and I guess you know who this guy is," she spoke looking meaningfully at her.

Malti looked at her in surprise, "Who?"

She gave her a nasty look, "I thought he must have spoken to you."

"What... who..."

"Your husband, I am happy he decided to do something about it," she looked at her in disgust and got up to go.

"What... wait... how it can be? He cannot hurt Langa," she stammered, "Why would he do that?"

"You know why, I saw him running away with a rod, you can still find that iron rod in the grasses over there," she pointed out towards the lane, 'but don't worry I am not telling police about him, tell your husband to do it properly next time," she walked away while Malti stood there in shock.

She realized what it meant and knew that the old hag is not telling lies, Ravi must have found out about Langa or he must have seen something. Her heart started to sink, the more she thought about it, the more she panicked. She came back to her senses when Rini pulled her hand, it was almost getting dark and time to go back home.

She took Rini's hand and headed back home. Rini was chirping excitedly, telling so many stories about her friends but Malti was engrossed in her thoughts. Ravi was already back from office by the time they reached home. Rini jumped into his lap and engaged him and Malti quietly went to kitchen to prepare tea for him.

All through the evening Malti was lost into thoughts and realized that Ravi knew all along but he never confronted her and even helped Langa with money when he was in hospital. Initially she felt scared but soon she started to feel remorse, she can understand what Ravi must be going through realizing that his wife is unfaithful to him and more so with someone like Langa. But why hasn't he confronted her yet, was he waiting for Langa to recover, why he hit Langa, to kill him or was it just in anger? So many questions flooded Malti's mind and she had answers to none.

When she went to bed, she looked at the face of Ravi and found nothing, he was normal as usual. She slowly snugged up to him and put her head onto his chest. She felt remorse, guilt, pity and love all at once. She wanted to cry but instead she softly kissed on his chest and lay there reminiscing on what she has done and how she has hurt her loving husband.

She fell asleep still deep into thoughts and was soon dreaming of nice times with Ravi, there vacation together. Suddenly she finds herself roaming nude in some forest. While roaming she saw Langa and she pushed him on the ground and started riding his cock. While she was fucking him, she felt that someone grabbed her by hairs, when she looked behind, she found that her husband Ravi was holding her hairs and pushing her down on Langa.

She felt a hard slap on her ass, "bitch, fuck him," Ravi roared and hit her again. She tried to get up but he kept her in place and started to hit her bum in frenzy, all the time calling her names. Then she saw the tattoo shop man Roger watching it and encouraging Ravi to hit her hard, "Yess... she is a teasing whore."

She woke up with a startle and found Ravi sleeping peacefully. She got herself a glass of water and when she reached back to the bed, she noticed that Ravi was having a hardon. 'Must be having a sleazy dream', she smiled.

She slowly pushed his pajama down and started caressing his cock. Malti started feeling guilty again and felt extreme warmth towards Ravi. She rested her head on his abdomen and slowly licked the cock head. The cock twitched and a drop on precum oozed out which she licked away. She guided the cock into her mouth and started to give him a blowjob. Soon Ravi was awake and was pleasantly surprised to find his wife sucking his cock, he grabbed her head and moaned softly. Malti started to suck with renewed vigor and took most of it deep inside her mouth.

When Ravi's grip on her head tightened and he humped his cock into her mouth she knew that he was about to cum but she kept on sucking until Ravi blasted inside her mouth. When she raised her head, Ravi was looking towards her in surprise, she smiled and ran towards the bathroom.

All morning Ravi was happy and Malti also felt better. She vowed to mend herself and promised herself that she will stop every stupid thing she was doing. About 11 o clock Langa arrived and started working in the garden. He smiled looking at Malti and hoped she will give some signal so that he can get in the house, but Malti kept a straight face.

About an hour after when Langa was about to leave he tried to talk to her but Malti did not encourage him and he left disappointed not knowing what was wrong. After Langa left she concentrated on reading a book and then in afternoon Rini came back from school and she was busy with her.

In following week, she successfully avoided Langa or rather made him clear that he should stay in his limits and she also avoided Manoj and his father Raj Singh. She received many calls from both of them but she just discouraged them. Mr Raj Singh, her husband's boss was particularly after her and tried really hard that Malti would meet him, but she cut him off.

Raj was sitting in his office and it was 11 O clock. He knew it's time for Langa to come to his house for gardening and he was getting restless. The scene of Langa between his wife's legs was flashing before his eyes. He got so restless that he decided to take a walk and unknowingly he walked towards his house. He was dreading of what he will find and more important if he finds Langa fucking his wife, what will he do? He was not sure, what to do and why he was wandering towards his house when he knows about the affair between his wife and Langa.

His mind was presenting him the same scenario of his wife spread out in the living room. When he reached near his house, he saw Langa in the garden. He sighed a breath of relief. He wandered around, staying away from the house until Langa left. He was happy that nothing happened. However next day he was restless again and he again snooped around and found Langa gardening only.

More than a week passed and there was no sign of infidelity of his wife. He was relaxed as well as a bit worried as to why they have stopped, is she knows something?

Malti was happy that she was successful in amending herself and getting the situation under control. Although Langa was everyday wandering around the house and kitchen garden, hoping that Malti would let him in. When he tried to talk to Malti, she explained to him that nothing more could happen between them as she is a married lady and that this is wrong, blah... blah... blah... Langa was disappointed and he commented that Malti has discarded him like he was earlier discarded by the officer's wife who used him for getting pregnant.

Malti felt bad for Langa, that she had led him to this and now dumping him. She bought some clothes for him, which he refused to accept but when she insisted, he accepted. Things seemed to be getting back to normal.

"I want to play video games," Rini was pestering her dad when were in the shopping mall. Malti was busy selecting some clothes for herself.

"I'll take this brat to the gaming arena, you come there after you finish," Ravi spoke and Malti just nodded. After they left Malti continued to search the store for perfect kurta. She picked up a blue one and placed it under her chin to check the length and looked into the mirror to see if looks nice on her. In the mirror she noticed that the salesman was looking pretty intently at her behind. This stirred the age-old feelings of exhibitionism in her. Without realizing she pulled her kurta tightly against herself and twisted and turned pretending to check herself in the mirror but actually was presenting her booty for the salesman to admire. The look of awe on the face of salesman was enough for increasing her heartbeat.

Malti started to think of some excuse to reveal more but she was wearing salwar kurta and there was no scope of exposure. Before she could think of something the salesman got engaged with another customer and had to go away. Ultimately, she has to let it go and she walked out of the store without shopping.

Next morning, Malti was alone in the house and Langa was working in the kitchen garden. She moved around the house feeling restless and horny, absentmindedly she went to the bedroom and changed into a camisole and a long skirt. Inside the camisole she was not wearing bra and her tout nipples were producing tantalizing dots. As if in a trans she opened the kitchen door and pulled a chair in direct view of Langa. She sat there hoping to flash but Langa did not pay attention and this frustrated her. The calm of last week relaxed her and she was once again not thinking straight. She pulled another chair and put her legs on it causing her skirt to ride above her knees. She observed that Langa was looking at her from the corner of his eyes but pretending to be busy. She slipped lower on the chair and pulled the skirt higher.

She continued to caress her legs and showed glimpses of her thighs while Langa continued to ignore her. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Langa got up and walked inside the Kitchen, he placed his tools on the kitchen counter and started to wash his hands in the sink.

"You can lift it higher," Langa spoke looking at her skirt.

"The door is open," she replies with a devilish smile and Langa locked the door looking directly towards her.

Malti felt the familiar excitement building inside her, she lifted her skirt high enough that her white panty was visible. Langa rested his back on the kitchen counter and stared at her with blank face. Malti's skirt was now bunched up on her waist and she was toying with the panty.

"Pull it down," Langa commanded calmly and Malti was feeling slave to her desires. While putting her thumb in the waistband of the panty, several thoughts flickered across her mind, the thought of cheating on her husband made her uneasy and the face of her neighbor aunty haunted her. 'I have already done so many bad things one more time won't make any difference,' her mind gave an argument in favor of her desires.

She looked at Langa whose eyes were fixated between her legs and she groaned audibly. She pulled her panty down and lifted her ass up to glide it down her smooth thighs. Her swollen looking clean-shaven pussy came into view.

Langa remained calm and continued to stare her while she arched her body, expecting him to touch her.

"Take out your camisole," Langa commanded again. Malti felt annoyed at his behavior, she was expecting that Langa will jump on her as she was sitting almost nude in front of him and instead, he was calmly standing and ordering her to remove her clothes and put on a show for him.

"What is this Langa," she wanted to shout at him but was barely audible. However, Langa continued to stand there indifferently which further enraged her. She pulled her skirt down and stood up.

"Get out," she shouted. Langa looked at her intently while she was burning in shame for being treated like this by him.

"Get out," she spoke again but Langa calmly took a step towards her and grabbed both her hands.

"Leave me," she struggled but he comfortably pulled her camisole out of her head in one swift motion and stared at the white orbs on her chest. Her chest heaved as she was feeling ashamed as well as exited. She twisted her arms to get them free but Lange held them tightly. He then held both her wrists in his one large palm and with his other free hand he grabbed the waist of her skirt.

"Langa," she was barely able to speak; this is the same Langa who use to wag his tail like a dog and now he is behaving like this. Langa easily pushed the skirt down and it bunched at her feet.

"Leave me Langa, what are you doing," she groaned feeling that she had no control over the situation or Langa.

"What I am doing!!" he spoke sarcastically keeping her nude body in his grip, "what are you doing, showing you nude body to me when last week you were saying that nothing more could happen between us and that you are a married lady, then what is this... or do you feel that you can tease me whenever you like and drop me like a hot potato whenever you don't feel like fucking," he sounded angry.

"No... no... Langa... it's not like this," she realized her mistake.

"Then what it is?"

Malti started to explain the situation that her husband knows about them and that he was the one who had hit him.

"That is why I was trying to protect you and also I don't want to hurt my husband anymore," she explained, "Ravi has not talked to me about it and I am worried what he may do."

"I am not worried about me, he can kill me if he wants," Langa spoke, "but I cannot tolerate that you ignore me or hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Prove me." He looked into her eyes still holding her hands.

Malti freed herself from his grip and looked at him intensely and Langa continued to stare back. She then snugged into his arms and placed her mouth on his lips. She started to kiss him passionately and closed her eyes. Langa responded and eagerly sucked her lips and pulled her tightly against him, his hands roamed around her body squeezing and pinching her nipples and ass. She felt a strange aggression in Langa today and his grip on her boobs was very hard. He lifted his nude body in his arms.

"Ahhh... Langa," she was surprised but he carried her to the bedroom. She felt that Langa was not like he used to be, who was just happy to watch her, who was just happy to be able to touch her, but now he was trying to own her. Langa quickly got rid of his clothes and climbed over her. She felt his thick brown cock on her thighs, like a hot iron rod.

He started to shower kisses on her cheeks, lips and neck, "you too want me," he spoke in a hoarse voice. When she nodded, he placed his palm on her pointed boob and started kneading it like a dough.

"Ah... ufff... Langa," she grunted and punched his shoulders, "easy... easy."

"God... Madam your boobs are so soft and milky," he moaned, "feels like a ball of fur." He squeezed them harder and took a nipple into his mouth and gently grazed it with his teeth.

"Ohhh... easy Langa," Malti grabbed him by hairs. He sucked in a large part of flesh and she felt his teeth dug a bit deeper.

"Ahh... Langa," she arched her body and pulled his hairs, but he sucked harder and dug his teeth all over the soft flesh.

Malti continued to groan and gasp as he explored each mound and curve of her body. She completely surrendered to her desires and stopped trying to control Langa. This was a new Langa who was taking her like a man and no longer a young guy was used to wag his tail in front of her. He kicked opened her legs wide and she felt his fingers meandering between her pussy lips.