Fantasy Samverse: Ayurvedic Treatment For My Wife

Coffee Served Cold {season 10.1, Time: Present}
Next day morning… Chai woke up early…
Sam was not on his side. Chai could smell the brewing of fresh coffee.
Chai is happy that his wife followed his order from yesterday night.

As Chai still laid on bed excited about getting his innocent wife back,
Sam comes in the same Churidar as last night.

She came near the bed and realizing he is awake she gives a splendid morning smile.

Good Morning my dear Chutiya Chai… Here’s your morning coffee!

Chai heart skips a beat...

Remember you have to start earlier to stop by at Syed Ji’s store to give him my panties and pics?
And gave a slutty smirk… Wont you love to do that, my Pellam-broker hubby?

Chai’s hopes fade…

Yes, what was I thinking… BB said the effects are temporary…

Sam gave him his coffee and took his phone.
She knew his passcode. He does not know hers.

Chai, while you are drinking your coffee, lets select the pics to give to Syed Ji.
Wont you help me? Sam teased

Sam's Vixen smile is back

Chai shirked, knowing things were back to square one.

This one, don’t you think Syed Ji will love my boobs.
You know he even felt my boobs a bit when I was sucking him in his store room.

This one for sure, it shows my ass a lot. He will love it, Chai.

And this fully nude one where my pubic hair is visible.
Oh Chai. He will use lot of dirty words seeing this pic.
Like Chut Ki Jhante… Do you know what that means, Chai?

Chai was in half urge to get to the restroom to do this daily doings & half filled with shame.
Strangely in this state of affairs, his cock stirred in his loin.

My shameless cock which was in total non-cooperation yesterday night,
is rising to Sam’s humiliation and teasing and dirty words like a snake responds to a charmer.
Chai thought.

Chai? Tell me what Chut Ki Jhante mean?

Sam it’s a dirty word. Leave it.

Yes, but Syed Ji uses it. Tell me.

Sam, it means pubic hair.

Yes, Chai it means my pussy hair.
Syed Ji will enjoy seeing my Chut Ki Jhante in the pics.

Sam was roughly teasing him early in the morning.

Sam selected a few more pics while Chai is drinking his coffee.

Chai was about to step out of the bed, but, Sam stopped him.

Chai, these are the pics I want you to print in our High-Quality home printer in full color
and give it to Syed Ji. OK? Sam said looking into his eyes with a Vixen smile.

Chai nodded.

That's my sweet Pellam-broker hubby.

So tell me, do you think we should mask-out my face before printing or give it with my face intact?

Chai just stared. His cock is getting swollen and hard. My shameless cock, he again thought.

Sam lets mask-out your face. It’s too dangerous to give these sorts of pics to stranger.

As you say, my Chutiya Chai, Sam said as if she is dutifully following his orders.

Bath and get ready, I have a task for you.

As Chai sat on the toilet seat, he wondered. He brooded. He was utterly dejected.
But in a way, not surprised…
In my eagerness that the Ayurvedic remedy was working, I overlooked what Bhikari Baba clearly said…

Mix this liquid in milk and give it to your wife. Then se the effect.
You will then know the power of Bhikari Baba.
Just remember the effects are temporary.

Now Chai was clear in his mind.
I desperately need Bhikari Baba's help!

As Chai came out, he was shocked to see Samantha fully nude on the bed and legs spread wide.
She had her panty in one hand and was rubbing her labia gently with the other. Clearly, she was aroused.

Sam lying nude with legs spread wide

Sammm… Chai muttered…
His cock rose to erection and hitting his bath towel a bit.
He even felt she would make him fuck her right now.

But she had other plans…

She did not say a word as Chai was getting ready.
She was mischievously looking at Chai while continuing to masturbate.

Once Chai fully finished dressing, Sam gestures him to come to her.

Oh my! Now what! Chai wonders as he goes near the bed, his cock all excited too.

Come closer, Chutiya Chai!

Chai came closer and was now sitting next to the nude Sam on the bed.

Kiss me…

Chai’s lips were shaking a bit as he kissed his slutty wife.
Sam wrapped her hands around him while she still had her panties in one of her hand.
This 10 second kiss did what 10 minutes of kiss couldn’t do yesterday night. Bing Chai’s cock to full erection.

I love you, my Pellam-broker hubby.
You are wonderful being a sweet courier boy between me and my Lover.

{Sam, was deliberately referring to Syed Ji as her Love.
She would use the same appellation for Robin, Ram, even random people…
off course, most of all for Venky Mama.
That felt naughty. That felt dirty. That felt scandalous.
And it had the Bonus effect of humiliating Chai. And… in a way… arouse him}

Chai be a nice hubby and tell me if my panties smell good

Without waiting for his response, she put his panties on Chai’s nose.

Sammmm… My office shirt...

Her sexy panties were wet and had the sweet and musky smell of Sam’s cunt…
a little fermented smell…
given how she was wearing the same panties since yesterday and constantly feeding it with her cunt juice.

Sam, it smells… like your cunt…

And Chai tried to get it away from his face. After all, he had a bath…

Does it smell strongly, Chai? I don’t think so.
Can you put in inside my pussy and fill it with my wetness?

Chai knew she wouldn’t leave him
Sub-consciously Chai’s mind was enthralled with seeing the slutty Sam back.

Sam spread her legs and Chai put her panties over her pussy and rubbing all over.

Yes, Chai… make it wet and smelly and tasty for my Lover.

He put his other hand on his cock to press it a bit. It was raging with Sam’s dirty acts.

Chutiya Chai, do you think Syed Ji will like my pics and panties?

No response.

Chai?

Yes, Sam… He is going to like it a lot.

Really Chai? I need you to do this for your naughty wife.
Come home and tell me what Syed Ji did after getting your wife’s panties.
Push it deep, Chai. I want it to be all wet for my Lover… yes… that’s good… more…

Sam makes Chai push her panties into her pussy

And oh, one more thing.

Get me whatever gift he gives me.
I am sure he has an equally good gift for me, my Pellam-broker hubby.

“equally good gift?” Chai was puzzled.

And remember Chai, don’t do or say anything whatever he says or does.
Just remember, he will behave like how I told him to.
Don’t utter a word or protest back?

Sam? What? Chai said as he continued to push her panties into her cunt.

You will know, no biggy. I just planned a bit of a fun for you.
The kind of fun your cock will enjoy.

There. I think it is wet enough.

Then Sam did a kinkier act…

She took the white cotton lacy panties and started put it in his shirt pocket.

Sammmm… he began to protest… but his voice withered way.

The mischievous Sam set the panties like a pocket square inside his shirt pocket.

As an offhand glance it would seem like any other pocket square,
but just a bit of a closer look would reveal the lacy part and one could second guess it was a panty.

Sam someone in the apartment might see. Please it’s dirty.

Sam put her finger over his lip and instantly quietened him.

Carry it in your pocket until you give it to Syed Ji.

As he was having his breakfast, there was no rest for his cock as the smell of the wet panty,
which was literally right below his nose was taunting him and arousing him.

Chai faded out Sam’s face on the photoshoot pics Sam selected, printed them out for Syed Ji and put them in his laptop bag.

Before he left, Sam kissed and says...
Chai, No more delay. We are talking about who from your office you are picking to fuck me.
Else, I will have to pick two. We will have a long chat about this today evening.
As she said this, she traced her fingers on his cock which was semi-hard in this morning hours.

Chai got into the elevator, he hoped nobody would enter it and nobody would notice the panty.
He was tempted to put it in his pant pocket but didn’t.
Alas… Murphy’s Law…

In the 3rd floor, the beautiful, gorgeous 20 year old Veda entered the lift.
She is Mr. Velan’s granddaughter. Hello Chaitanya Bhayya!

Chai awkwardly turned a bit to the other side, and greeted back.

Hi Veda, good morning! You are visiting your grandfather?

Yes, Chaitanya Bhayya. Grandpa fell down,
I come once in a while to help him with stuff since my Dad is constantly on business tours.

As she was saying it, she noticed the lift had a strange smell.
Kind of a smell in her room when she would finger herself.

She looked at Chai again and noticed the pocket square.
It had lacy edge… almost like… Oh! Is Bhayya… Veda is thinking

Chai noticed Veda seeing the panties and his cock became hard with his early morning humiliation.

Ask, Sam if you need any help, Veda. Come home anytime.

And thankfully the elevator stopped at the basement.
But a bit of a damage was already done.

Why is Bhayya putting panties in his shirt pocket? Weird?
Is it Samantha Akka's panties? Oh! Maybe I am imagining things.

Veda thought as Chai was getting into his car.

Chai quickly started his car and got the hell out of there.

My Vixen wife is back…
All this sordid behavior early in the morning…

Even the car smelled a bit like Sam’s pussy now.

Chai cursed Bhikari Baba for giving a temporary solution.

Chai cursed his shameless cock for getting all excited with Slutty Sam’s kinky acts.

So, thinking, Chai headed to Syed Kirana Store to “deliver” his wife’s dirty pictures & dirty panties.

Karachi Biscuits {season 10.2, Time: Present}
Chai reaches Syed Kirana Store. The shutter was half open. It was not opening time yet.

Chai hesitated for a moment to face Syed Ji. How could he, the heir of Bahadur family,
do these demeaning tasks. Giving my wife’s pics and panties to him, really now?
You have come this far and now you are debating, he said to himself as he got down the car.
I will quickly give these to this man, Syed or whoever, and get the hell out of here, Chai thought.

As Chai is approaching, Syed Ji is in a predicament.
How do I use dirty words on this rich man who just got off his posh Mercedes car? I can’t!
But, Mehbooba told me to do so and if I don’t I will lose my chance with her.

Sir, please bend and come. Syed Ji says to Chai since the shutter is only partially open.

And as Chai bent down and went inside, Syed Ji gestured him to sit on a stool.
It’s OK, Chai says awkwardly try to avoid eye contact.

I have to use some dirty language, thinks Syed Ji. Don’t think of him as rich man.
Think of him as a hubby to a Randi ( bitch) woman. He says to himself.

Give me the pics, Matharchod. I am dying to see your wife’s pics.

Chai got a shock. How dare he call me that? A mother fucker.
The image of Amala passed through his mind.

But Sam’s instructions were clear: “whatever Syed says don’t say anything back”

Chai quickly opened his laptop bag and fumbled to take out the printed pics of Sam.

Syed Ji noticed Chai didn’t confront him for using bad language and becomes little bold.

He was now beyond excitement and
as Chai shiveringly offered him the printed pics, Syed Ji is totally baffled.

He was watching the pics like a kid watches a lollipop.
Literally! A drib of saliva almost came out of his mouth.

Saala Matharchod, your wife is such a Randi… Ohhhhh Goddd!
Syed Ji was lost in the world of photos he was seeing.
Ohhh! Mehbooba Madam you an angel…

As this Old stranger man is oogling at his wife’s pics while also abusing him,
Chai’s cock as usual responded positively by growing in size, while Chai felt humiliated.

As Chai took his wife’s dirty panties out of his pocket,
even he couldn’t contain the excitement of the kinkiness involved.

"Sir Sir" Chai called Syed Ji but no response.

Syed Ji was frantically moving from one pic to another. His old fat cock was in full growth now.

He was disappointed to see Mehbooba’s face masked out with faded color,
but he wasn’t expecting pics in bra and panties and even full nude pics either. It more than made up.
He was imagining Mehbooba’s face in the masked-out area and now salivating watching those pics.

In one of the pics Mehbooba’s pussy was full exposed,
that too, with 2-weeks worth of unshaven pubic hair.
He was pressing his cock over his Lungi.

All this in front of Chain.

Mehbooba madam… you are surely an Angel from heaven.

Then Chai remembered his name.

Syed Sir, please. I have to go.

As Syed lifted his gaze from Sam’s nude pic and looked at Chai, he noticed the panties in his hands.

"Arey Matharchod, give it to me", he says excitedly.
And grabs the panties forcefully out of Chai’s hands, surprising Chai.
He immediately put the panties on his nose and took a deep breath.

Ohhhh Matharchod, Kamine… Your wife’s panties smell so good…
Mehbooba madaaammmm….

Chai couldn’t tolerate the scene of a stranger smelling his wife’s lingerie that too right in front of him.
Chai turned to the other side, saying, "Syed Ji I am leaving"

Wait Gandu ( sissy boy). What is the hurry? I need to give what your wife asked me.
Turn this side, Gandu.

For Chai this humiliation is vera level, a stranger old man calling him a sissy boy.
As Syed Ji continued to smell Sam’s aromatic panties, he was ranting.

Hey Gandu, I want your wife’s pussy so bad.
I want to put my nose into her pussy and smell directly.
Such heavenly smell.
Saying his, Syed Ji who’s saliva was already coming out of his mouth, put Sam’s panties in his mouth.
Like a mad dog, Syed Ji was chewing Sam's panties slurping out all the cunt juice.

Chai closed his eyes. It was beyond tolerance for him but still helpless.
While a couple feet below, his cock was pressing against his pants, almost encouraging Syed Ji’s actions.

So sweetttt, Gandu… Your Randi wife’s cunt is so tasty…
What does she eat? Sweet fruits and pineapple and mango all the time.
I can taste it in her cunt, Matharchod.

Syed Ji, please stop. I need to go to office. Chai was almost begging now.

Sorry, Sir. I couldn’t control myself. Syed Ji said for a moment coming out of his lost world.
You are truly a Gandu, Sir. Bringing your wife’s photos and underwear to me.
You are a such a Gandu husband to such a beautiful and Randi Mehbooba Madam.
Matharchod, wait here for a moment. I will bring what your wife asked me.

So saying Syed Ji took Sam’s pics and went inside the store room.

Chai was totally perplexed – Syed Ji calling him Sir and Matharchod and Gandu and again calling him Sir.
What kind of addressing is that? He is also curious why Syed Ji took Sam’s pics into the store room.

Oh God, is he going to masturbate on my wife’s pics right now?
What has that go to do with giving what my wife asked?
Is he? Is he going to give his…. Ohhhh goddd… noooo… Sam…
what crazy things you are making me do?

In that instant his hard cock burst to release wetting his office pants…

Chai cummed in his pants

And as if on cue, Syed Ji walked out of the store room holding an long men underwear in his hand
Obviously Syed Ji couldn’t last more than 2 minutes, looking at Sam’s pics and smelling her panties.

Chai felt like running away from there.

Here you go, Gandu. Take my underwear to your Randi wife. That’s what she wanted.

He was handing over his underwear just like that. No bag, no nothing.

Syed Sir, please… give me a cover or something. How can I carry it like that?

No take it like this, Matharchod.

Sir, please

Then one condition, will you let me fuck your Randi wife? Just once.

Sir, no. What are you saying?

Then take this without any bag and Syed Ji threw his underwear on Chai’s face.

Sirrrrrr…. Yuckkkkkkkkk

Syed Ji had cum 2 times on it yesterday and now freshly cummed a monster load.
It was all stinky and wet.

Syed Ji's cum filled undies

Chai was on the verge of tears.

Saala Gandu, Randi ki jhante ( sissy boy, slut’s pubic hair).
Give this to your wife. She will enjoy my cum taste.
Next time bring your mother’s panties, Matharchod

Chai stuffed Syed Ji Undies into his laptop bag and rushed out of the store.
He quickly opened his car threw the laptop bag inside, almost jumped into his seat and started the car.
As he was starting this car and begin rolling,
Syed Ji comes with a lot of stuff in his hand and came near Chai’s side window.

Chai rolled his window and stared at Syed Ji.

This is for you Gandu, the best of the best Karachi Biscuits. Share it with your friends.
And these are the best Badam and Cashew and Gulf Dates for Mehbooba Madam.
If she eats these dates, your wife’s cunt juice will be even more sweeter, Matharchod.

Syed Ji was laughing hard.

And oh, here is the cover you asked for. Put my underwear in it, you Gandu husband.

Chai silently took the “Gifts” and put them in the seat next to him and started to drive.

As he was driving the car, Syed Ji’s cum smell fills the car.
In his haste he forgot to put in trunk. He has to bear the smell of Syed Ji cum until he reaches office.

As he is driving the car, Chai reminisced his day so far: Bharya Vasikarana Lehyam effect is gone
and his vixen wife is back, Sam making him wear her dirty panties as pocket square,
his neighbor’s granddaughter almost noticing it,
and all the humiliation and dirty acts that happened inside Syed Ji’s store.

As he thought of Syed Ji’s words, he felt humiliated. The scene of Syed Ji smelling
and tasting Sam's panties and it instantly feeling his cock stirring inside his sticky undies.
Chai's pants were wet with his cum but didn’t have a second pair to change.

As he reached his office and beginning to get down,
he noticed Lecherous Leo was standing just a couple of meters from him.
He couldn’t put the Undies in his car Trunk.

He took a look at the stuff Syed Ji gave for a minute and took out the boxes of Karachi Biscuits.

As he went inside the office, his receptionist Noor greeted him with a sweet smile.
Good Morning, Chaitanya Sir!

Chai put the Karachi Biscuits at the reception desk.

Noor, these are for everyone. Please have them.

Super, Chaitanya Sir. What is the occasion?

Northing in particular. Just a happy friend showing his love.

As he said that and walked towards his room, his penis was wiggling.

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