An Indian Exhibitionist Wife Ch. 03
She freshens up and was out of the house for her regular jogging but her mind was still occupied about last night's events and she felt dampness between her legs. She reached the ground and started to warm up by stretching and bending. The tight track suit she wore stick around her perfect body like a second skin and from the corner of her eyes she saw many fellow joggers were admiring the view. The shape of her ass was on full display even to the point that onlookers were able to see the two basketballs separated by a deep crack in between.
She enjoyed the attention and then started to jog around the ground. She only completed like a quarter of the round when suddenly Manoj appeared beside him. He too was dressed in a jogging attire and started to run beside her matching her pace.
"Hi," he brimmed.
"Hey," she continued to run, "never saw you around."
"I use to jog though not quite regular, but I guess you are regular and that is the secret of your youthfulness," he spoke admiring her fit body.
Malti felt proud as she knew he came out for jogging just to get an excuse to meet her.
"Last night you were a tease, I wanted to talk to you a lot but you never gave any chance."
"Yeah!! I know you wanted to talk," she giggled, "but thanks for taking care of Rini."
"No problem, though I wanted to be taking care of you," he grinned. Little did he knew that his father already took good care of her.
"I know what you want," Malti thought and continued to run and Manoj started to fall behind.
"Hey can you run a bit slowly," he shouted.
"Try to keep up," she laughed and soon the distance between them increased and finally Manoj stopped chasing her and stood panting. Malti continued her run while Manoj waited for her to complete the round and come back to him. when Malti completed the round he again joined her.
"Hey can we go out sometime," he asked.
"What!! I am a married woman, I cannot just go out on a date with you," she replied.
"Not a date just for a cup of coffee, I can pick you up anytime you are free," he spoke expectantly.
"I am not riding on the motorbike with you again."
"But I will be driving... what can I do... I just want the company of this beautiful girl," he tried to coax her.
He again started to fall behind and finally stopped running. Malti completed her two rounds and then stopped under the trees and started to stretch. Although after completing the run she would normally head straight to home but today she deliberately stopped.
Manoj soon reached where she was and his cock twitched watching her bend. He wanted to just grab that beautiful ass.
"Please."
"What do you want."
"I just want to have coffee with you," he spoke trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Just coffee," she looked at him as if warning.
"Just coffee, what time can I pick you up."
"I didn't say I was coming, let me think over it... Humm," she made a face as if thinking hard and smiled looking at his hopeful face.
"Common."
"Ok."
He brimmed from ear to ear, "when can I pick you up."
"No need, I will let you know when and where," she spoke and started to leave for her house.
"Ohh but when," she heard the disappointed voice of Manoj, "and how are you going to inform me you don't know my number."
"Ok then give me your mobile number," and they exchanged the numbers before she left. Manoj felt it was a small victory as she has not completely shot her down and they at least exchanged numbers.
While returning home she felt excited like a teenager who was kissed for the first time. She was no longer able to resist the excitement of doing something naughty, something forbidden and taboo. She always liked it when men drool over her, in past she was able to keep herself under control but now it looks like the flood gates were open once she crossed that line with Langa.
At home she prepared the breakfast and performed all her duties but her mind was racing towards the recent events and she failed to notice the gloomy face of her husband. She didn't know if she will go out with Manoj or not but she knew that if she spends some time alone with him, probably she will end up fucking him. Last night itself she had fucked his dad and now the son, she felt really naughty and excited thinking about it.
In was Sunday and Ravi spent time with his daughter at home, he noticed Malti so happy and chirpy and felt a pang of jealousy, she is happy because of other men. Till last night he was thinking about what to do about the situation with his wife and Langa. He was planning to take the escape route and never talk to her about it. He was angry when he saw her with Langa but last night with his boss he felt as if his blood was drained out of his body, he felt so weak, so helpless.
He looked at Malti walking around the house doing various chores and was surprised how innocent she looked and how happy and satisfied too. He realized watching her that he still loves her like crazy and he didn't want to take that happiness away, even if it means never to interfere in her affairs and let her fuck around.
Suddenly his mobile rang and he saw it was his boss.
"Hello... yes good morning Mr Singh."
"Yeah Good Morning Ravi, thanks for coming last night," his boss replied.
"Thanks to you for hosting such a nice evening."
"Nahh... even my wife wanted to thank you and your wife but right now she went out in the garden... but let me thank Malti on her behalf," he laughed unnecessarily.
"Yeah, I'll put her on phone," he called out for Malti.
"Mr Singh wants to talk to you," he told her keeping a straight face while Malti felt a bit nervous taking the mobile.
"Hello..." she spoke.
"Hello Malti... how are you doing," he spoke. Malti felt very conscious speaking to this man when her husband was right there, she stole a glance towards him and found him walking away towards their daughter who was playing at the other end of the living room.
"I am doing fine," she replied in a low voice, feeling a bit relaxed that her husband was out of ear shot.
"It was so great last night."
"I was drunk... anyway why did you call."
"Just to say thanks to you guys."
"Ok now you have said the thanks... bye."
"Wait... wait... when can we meet again."
"I don't know... this is hardly the time to discuss this, my hubby is around," she spoke in a hushed tone.
"Ok then call me when you are free, you have my number, don't you?"
"Ok," she cut the call as she didn't want to make it a long conversation.
"What he has to say," Ravi casually spoke as she handed him back the mobile.
"Nothing... just formality, saying thanks for the evening," she replied avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah, he must be thankful to the lady he had so much fun last night," it just slipped out of his mouth and he immediately regretted it.
"What!!" she felt her heart skipped a beat.
"Remember he was trying to get you drunk... you alone had more drinks with him than the rest of us taken together," he somehow managed to divert it.
"Ohh yeah," she was still not sure 'is it possible that he knows something,' she thought.
"Was I too drunk," she spoke.
"No... not too much... I think you can handle that much," he nonchalantly spoke and try to end the topic. Malti also didn't want to drag it but a thought lingered in her mind, 'he knows something.'
She observed her husband the whole day to find any more signs but she could not as Ravi acted normally and at night, they had some good sex too.
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Monday started normally and she send off her daughter to school and hubby to office. Then she took a leisurely bath and spend some time in front of the mirror applying the right amount of makeup. She colored her lips bright red and a red bindi between her forehead. She changed her small earrings with a fancy one and also replaced the small nose ring with a round one. This made her face look sexier. She changed into a long skirt which reaches her ankles and a matching short top which shows lot of cleavage and barely reaches her midriff. She checked in the mirror and saw a hot looking girl ready to be fucked. She knew men would drool over her and she wanted them to see her. Manoj called her few times and she stalled him, after the talk with her husband she didn't want to risk going out with him and being noticed by someone.
She thought about Langa and her heart goes out to him, he was still at home and his parents insisted that he should rest for some more days before starting his work again. Malti has once visited him at his house and thought of paying another visit. She strolled out into the direction of houses for staff. Langa's face lit up when she entered their house,
"Madam, it's so nice of you to come," he spoke cheerfully. She saw that his sister Karzi was also there.
She was also very happy and obliged to see her, "Madam you are so sweet and you have helped us so much," she spoke as Malti sat on the chair offered by Langa. They had small talks and she found out that their mother has gone to market while their father was working at the office and the two of them were alone at home. Karzi was mesmerized by her presence and kept on talking something or other, while Lange who was now fit and fine started to boil water for tea.
"Hey, Karzi you run to the shop and bring some snacks," Langa asked his sister, although Malti tried to stop her but none of them listened. As soon as Karzi left, Langa locked the door from inside.
"What is this," Malti pretended to be surprised.
"Long time Madam," he spoke in a hoarse voice and hugged her from behind. Malti felt a desire building up inside her and she let him feel her up. His strong hand cupped her breasts and he kissed her neck. Malti can smell his familiar manly odor and felt her knees getting weak. She has not thought about this but she now realized that she was missing his strong body.
"Hey, don't do this, you sister could be back any minute," she spoke meekly.
"Don't worry about her."
"No... no... please understand," she wiggled, "what will she think when she finds the door locked."
But Langa placed his mouth on her lips and started kissing her. Malti closed her eyes and was lost into it. Few minutes later she came back to her senses and wiggled out of his grip.
"We can do this when you are back for work," she spoke.
When she returned home, she was still feeling his strong grip on her boobs. Feeling restless and horny she took her car and drove off to city.
She went to Rajpur Road and decided to window shop and look for something interesting to do, maybe a shoe shop or garments shop. She walked through the busy market but could not find any place interesting were she could have some fun. She walked till the end of the busy market and was about to turn back when she saw a tattoo shop. Out of curiosity she decided to give it a look, though she never thought of having a tattoo.
She pushed the glass door which seemed to be jammed and took some effort to open. Inside of the shop looked a bit clustered with many chairs and tables and strange looking equipment lying around. She saw two teenage girls checking some album while a strange looking boy was explaining something to them. He smiled at her and she too acknowledged with a smile. Some pics of girls and boys with different tattoos were pasted on the walls. She started to look around not knowing what to do.
"Yes... can I help you," she heard a heavy voice and found a man stepping out by removing a curtain, behind him she can see a separate area filled were similar things.
"Yeah..." she tries to find words, "actually I don't know what I am looking for... maybe a tattoo," she spoke. She found the man to be in his early forties and had a kind of rugged look with maybe some four days stubble. He was wearing a torn jean and a shirt.
"Here we have only tattoos," he smiled and pointed towards the wall where lot of pics of various tattoos were hanging. She looked at them, the rose, lilies, dragons etc. She walked around the shop and saw that the strange looking boy was still busy with other girls.
The shop owner Roger Smith took a chair and checked Malti, he looked at the perfect curves and the supple ass which sways as she walked around. He was an Anglo-Indian divorced man and was managing this tattoo shop along with his assistant who was busy with the other clients. He loved his work not only because he was a good artist but also because he loved it when he gets an opportunity to poke his needles on the young girls and they howl in pain, it sounded to him as if the girl is moaning during sex and girls who are not too vocal also make faces like they are sucking a lemon and he loved to see that look on their faces.
He continued to watch her and found her confused,
"I guess you never had a tattoo before," he approached her.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Let me help you," he asked her to sit and placed an album in front of her. He showed her many types of tattoos and explained about them. Malti listened to him and at the same time noticed that he was checking her cleavage which made her feel good.
"Will it hurt," she asked innocently.
"It will... a little bit but with my expert hands you won't feel anything," he assured her.
"Humm... I want this red rose, but where...," she raised her slender arm as if to look for a place for the tattoo.
"Depends upon how bold you are" he spoke.
"What" she looked at him.
"I mean you can get it done at your arm, shoulder or back, but if you want to be a bit naughty you can get it on your belly near the belly button or on your upper thighs," he stopped and looked for her reaction.
"Oooh..." she nodded.
"Or... you can get it done on your breast with the green stem of the rose circling around the nipple... you have the right size for that," he spoke looking straight into her eyes.
"Naah," she blushed.
"Naah for what, getting the tattoo on the breast or the size," he asked.
"Looks like you are watching them only," she pointed at the boobs and giggled.
"Not enough," he raised his head and tried to peep inside her top.
She placed a hand on her chest and giggled. Roger was pleased with the reaction; it was promising to be interesting. He guessed her to be a girl around 22 but now he noticed the 'sindoor' and knew that she was married and raised his guess of her age to 25. 'Married coquettish women... great,' he was happy.
Suddenly Malti heard the screeching noise of the door and saw that the two girls were leaving.
"Seriously which would be the best place," she asked.
"Lower back," he replied without hesitation, "it will be hidden under your clothes and will be exciting for your lover when he takes off your clothes."
She felt a tingling sensation and looked at him who was looking directly at her.
"Husband," she corrected him.
He nodded, "and lover too." Something in his voice intrigued her and she looked away not wanting to argue with him.
"Come," he spoke and walked towards the curtain. Malti got up from the chair feeling nervous, she just wanted to have some fun and not the tattoo but she walked behind him. The boy looked at her in a funny way but he kept sitting at the corner. Malti walked behind the curtain and looked at the small place and a table in the middle, like a massage table.
"Take off your sandals."
"I am scared," she spoke but took off her sandals, "I don't know if I should be getting a tattoo."
He held her hand, "if you don't feel comfortable then don't," he spoke but guided her to the table. He asked her to lie down on the table face down. Roger's cock stirred as he saw the hot body lying in front of him.
Malti became nervous now, she did not want a tattoo, "Ahem... I am not sure," she mumbled.
"I know you are worried about the pain," he spoke putting a hand on her shoulder and pinning her on the table, "no need to get a tattoo today," he assured her, I'll just give you a feel of what it is and how it is done, then you can decide later."
She nodded and relaxed but at the same time felt conscious that her short top was not able to cover her back completely and she was giving a generous view. She adjusted the top to cover as much as possible.
"By the way I am Roger and what is your name," he enquired.
"Malti," she replied.
Roger noticed the swell of her supple breasts out to either side of her and the exposed skin on the small of her back. His eyes travelled lower on the smooth skin and was mesmerized by the slender waist culminating into a broad ass covered by her skirt.
"I'll just explain the dynamics of the pain you can experience while getting a tattoo, it does not hurt equally on all body parts," he spoke and placed his hand on her waist.
"Here the pain will be moderate," he pressed his palm on the small of her back and waited for her reaction, when she nodded, he gripped her slim waist from side by his both hands.
"On the sides it will hurt most," he continued to explain and in doing so raised her top reveling the slender waist and smooth back. Malti felt conscious of her exposed back and started to get excited. She half listened to his description and felt his palm gripping her soft flesh.
Roger's breathing become heavy when he pulled the top upto her neck and toyed with the bra straps explaining about the soft skin and hard one. He looked at Malti's face and knew that this woman could be fun if he can handle her properly. Malti quickly pulled back the top. Roger then diverted his attention towards the creamy legs and squeezed the shin.
"Best place, very little pain."
"Ah ha," she acknowledges.
"As we move up, the skin will be softer," he spoke and slipped his hands to the back of her knees and then swiftly onto the thighs.
"Ahh," she twitched. Roger kept a hand on her back and gripped the inner thighs. He was expecting that she would stop him but she just squirmed. Without wasting any time, he slipped quickly onto her ass and in doing so pushed her skirt up.
"Again, the best place, very comfortable to get it done on the bums."
'This is enough, it should stop now before it gets out of hands' Malti thought but couldn't act on the warning that her brain was giving to her. She knew her skirt was bunched up on her waist and she was showing too much.
"I'll give you a little demo so that you will know how much it will hurt," he picked up the tattoo pen.
"No... no," she panicked.
"Don't worry... no ink... just the needle to give you the feel," he assured, "no mark on the body."
Malti's body stiffens when she heard the buzzing noise of the electrical pen.
"Relax..." he patted the outer thighs and rubbed the cotton dipped in sprit.
"Ah...ah...ah...," she writhed in pain as the needle touches the skin and felt like several ants are biting simultaneously. After the initial shock was over, she felt a seething but bearable pain coursing through her body.
Roger was having a raging hardon watching her hot withering body. He kept a hand on her back and kept her pinned to the table. Couple of times she tried to get up but he couldn't let go of such a golden opportunity.
Malti felt a tingling sensation and started to get wet between her legs. She can hear Roger speaking but could not understand what he was saying, his voice seems to be coming from a distance, all she could feel was a heavy hand on her back and the biting of the needle on her thighs. The buzzing of the pen stopped and she felt his hands on the waistband of the panty. r"
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