Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

All the men have a good time with Purva.

As they continued to chatter and drink their whiskey, Purva was feeling out of place. She did not have any context on their gossip and they all seemed into it, the usual brotherly love. Of course, Purva’s presence was acknowledged only by the lustful stares of all the guests in between their chatter. She was sitting on Mushtaq’s lap with her head resting on her husband’s chest. She was feeling as womanly as possible with the current setup as it was. Mushtaq was nonchalantly playing with her nipples with his one hand while consuming chicken and whiskey with the other, as he enjoyed the brotherly chatter with his friends.

She was indeed reduced to her true self, an object of utmost desire and lust, all packed in one nude gaudy package. She of course, did not want others to think that she wasn’t really enjoying, so she pleasantly smiled along whenever the guys laughed out loud. “Murgha khayegi raand?”, her husband asked her with love while still mauling at her tits. “Nhi ji, aap log kha lijiye, mein baad me khaungi…aap logon ko kam nhi padhni chahiye na…”, she replied. “Arre bhabhi, aise kya baat hui…hum kha lenge, tu bhi kha le humare saath…”, said Sajid. Mushtaq too asked her to eat as she wished, but purva was adamant that she would eat later and that the chicken was only cooked for the guests and her husband for the party. She said, “daaru k saath chicken achha rahega Sajid ji, aap log maze lijiye, mein baad me kuch kha lungi…”. All the others smiled pleasantly at purva for her kind words while still lusting at her exposed body parts. Mushtaq said, “achha, chal yeh toh tu khatam kar…”, as he passed the piece of chicken with the bone that he had almost completed and proceeded to feed it to Purva with the left hand that was till now enjoying his wife’s tits. Like a loyal wife, Purva continued to eat off the remaining piece that her husband fed to her. It was of course, very humiliating for her to do that especially in front of the guests but she knew Mushtaq wanted to do it.

She felt good with way Mushtaq satisfied his kinks. “Achhe se baithna randi…koi dikkat nhi”, he said as he spread her legs slightly in front of the guests so that they could get an unobstructed view of her bald vagina. It was clear that Mushtaq loved to treat his wife as a piece of meat, humiliating her in front of his friends. The latest being feeding her with the pieces of meat that had already been finished by her husband. As they continued the chatter on all the slum gossip, Mushtaq continued to do the deed of feeding her the left over piece of chicken to his dear wife, until she had sucked the silly thing dry. The part that Purva felt really humiliating was that he would continue to play with her boobs with the same hand while he ate the new piece with his right hand. He would then use the left hand to feed her and so it continued. Purva was feeling very hot with the humiliation that she was subjected to right in front of everyone. Her boobs were now being covered chicken gravy as he fed his wife the remnant chicken pieces that hardly had any meat on them and used the same hand to lust over her boobs. This was of course acknowledged by the guests as they would glance over her boobs and see them being decorated with the chicken.

They couldn’t help but laugh slightly with amusement as Mushtaq continued the act repeatedly. Purva was really beginning to like this humiliating experience as the guests received perverted pleasure in seeing the urban housewife reduced to a piece of trash whore. Purva made sure the plates were replenished with chicken as the guests took to enjoying the evening with booze and cards. After the chicken was over, the guests and Mushtaq proceeded to wash their hands. Purva had the urge to ask her husband’s permission to wash her boobs off the chicken that Mushtaq had perversely applied on her tits while mauling her, but thought the better of it. He would probably let her know if he wanted her to wash them, she thought.

They seemed to take a break after that and got back to gossip. Seeing Purva was again getting bored due to the gossip unknown to her and also because he wanted to watch it, Kabul said, “Sajid bhayya, Mushtaq ji aur bhabhi ka shaadi ka video dekhenge na abhi…”. Sajid said, “arre haan, woh toh mein bhool hi gya, sorry bhabhi…”. Purva was excited to watch the video herself, and she also knew how the others wanted to watch it, although she was sure they had already seen it earlier. She was sure all of her was perfectly recorded by the cameramen, who recorded their marriage. Sajid made the arrangements to play the CD in the player that he had brought over from Javed, the local film-maker and camera guy. Once again, purva settled onto Mushtaq’s lap who nonchalantly kept running his hands all over Purva’s nude form while the guests heartily looked on. The video started and all of them were in a jolly mood.

Of course, the guys were all very tipsy from the whiskey and she could sense it even in Mushtaq, who was starting to maul her tits roughly. The guys too loosened their tongues a little bit as the whiskey made them feel less shy and more horny in Purva’s nude and humiliated presence. They all clapped when Purva had changed into the transparent burkha in the video and Purva reacted with happy smiles. She certainly loved the moment when it happened and the moment that was now. She felt she was lucky to have experienced such naughty and erotic pleasures. The video was of course focused entirely on Purva once she was in the transparent burkha and nothing underneath. As the video moved to the part where Purva was dancing solo on one of the fast beat bhojpuri songs, one could not live without appreciating the movement of her huge boobs and ass. It seemed like one camera had recorded her front, while one her back as the video alternated between both the angles. Her boobs were jumping in all possible directions from the awkward dance movements that Purva demonstrated to one and all. Pervez, one of Sajid’s nephews said, “bhabhi, tu kabhi bra ya panty mat pehnna, tujhe suit hi nhi karta woh sab”, he said beaming with laughter.

Sajid said, “arre ab toh bra aur panty kya, Mushtaq bhai isse kuch bhi nhi pehnne dega…“. Saying so, all the men joined in on happy laughter as Purva became red with happy embarrassment. Mushtaq looked at purva as they exchanged happy smiles with each other. Holding her boobs tightly, Mushtaq proceeded to put a rough lip kiss to his dear wife who was still on his lap with her head resting on her hubby’s chest. Seeing them, Sajid said, “Mushtaq bhai lag rha hai, ab jald hi hume bahar nikaal denge…hahaha”. The video ended with the last image being that of Mushtaq carrying Purva on his shoulder to Salim’s garage for their first night. The video was perfect Purva thought, and she was sure it was edited well enough so that Purva was completely covered in the video. She said, “Sajid ji, yeh cd hume de do na…mein aur Mushtaq ji baad me dekhenge”. Sajid of course said, “haan kyun nhi bhabhi, rakh lo aap ke paas…yeh cd player bhi baad me de dena, koi dikkat nhi hai”.

After some more time of playing cards and some more liquor, the guests proceeded to leave. By then Mushtaq had already been tipsy and he started to maul Purva roughly in front of the guests. Sajid was quick to realize it as he knew how Mushtaq would be really horny after liquor. He signalled to Purva that they will leave on the pretext of some work and then Mushtaq could have Purva as he wanted. Purva bid farewell to each one of the guests, who did not mind groping her as they were under the influence of alcohol. Each of them hugged Purva for a good long while, making sure to feel each of her private parts. Pervez who was mostly silent during the party, could not control his lust over her, and while bidding farewell, he quickly held one of Purva’s boobs in his hands and proceeded to cup it in his mouth to lick off the chicken from her breasts. Purva, though taken aback initially, started to laugh at his cute actions. Mushtaq too laughed heartily at the scene and gave a playful slap on his left cheek, while Pervez continued to lick her right tits vigorously. Kabul who had already bid farewell to Purva by just hugging her and slapping her ass, was hitting himself looking at his brother enjoy the nude damsel. Luckily, Mushtaq saw the disappointed expression on his face and said, “abe ro mat, tu bhi le le uski dusri side…”.

Ecstatic and delighted at Mushtaq’s words, Kabul too mauled Purva’s boobs with his hands before grabbing her tits into his mouth. Both Kabul and Pervez continued to lick the Purva’s tits clean for a good couple of minutes as they wished completely smothering her tits with their saliva. Purva was of course enjoying the sensations it gave her, but she was more happy for the young lads who were enjoying her boobs. She liked that she made the young souls happy. After all, the purpose of their visit was to land a chance on touching the nude Purva, but they surely got better than they expected. The other guys continued to laugh as the young lads continued to slurp and lick Purva’s nipples. The chicken was of course completely licked off by now. Sajid said, “abey bass bhi karo bhai…pura tum log kha loge toh Mushtaq bhai ko kuch nhi milega…” as the guys laughed to his words. Just when Kabul started to bite at her tits, which caused Purva to jump up suddenly and squeal with pain, Mushtaq said, “haan bass, ab chalo saalon rehne de randi ko…”, and pulled both of them away from Purva’s boobs.

The lads still lusting over Purva’s ripe boobs, reluctantly stepped away from her. The sight there was extremely erotic, as Purva’s boobs were glistening with the saliva from both the lads. They had completely smothered her boobs with their saliva evidently going mad with lust for the nude whore. “sorry bhabhi, thoda jyaada ho gya kya?”, they said to her. Purva of course loved the experience but playfully said, “haan nhi toh? aise thodi kar loge bhabhi k saath” in a serious tone. The lads too thought she was being serious, but when Purva broke into laughter and ruffled their hairs lovingly, they hugged her once more and bid farewell to her and Mushtaq ji. Mushtaq ji then playfully pulled both their ears and said, “baad me dekhunga tumhe”. As the left, Mushtaq and Purva came onto the road to bid farewell to the guests as they hopped on to their cycles. Purva was still nude and whorish as well as covered with saliva on her tits from her latest exploitation. It was dark and there was not much of a crowd anyway, so Purva thought it was not a big deal to be naked in such a gaudy appearance on the road for a while. They waved to the guests as they cycled way through to the end of the road and then came back into the house.

“Sahi randi hai tu…”, Mushtaq said to Purva and proceeded to kiss her roughly. He wanted to fuck her right away, but it was already 10 pm, and he was aware that his dear wife did not have her dinner. So he said, “achha tu khana kha le aur tayyar ho ja…”. She needed no other confirmation. Purva thought Mushtaq would probably want her to wash her tits after Pervez and Kabul enjoyed her, but after Mushtaq denied her to do so, she simply wiped her boobs with her hands. She then proceeded to make herself a few rotis as Mushtaq freshened up a little bit, getting ready for the night fuck with his damsel. Purva too finished all her chores quickly, as she washed all the utensils, removed the mat on the floor and putting it back and they settled on the bed. The light was switched off, as Purva was enjoyed by his hubby.

Of course, Purva needed no foreplay as she was always wet in her pussy. Mushtaq proceeded to kiss her passionately as he slept on top of Purva completely ravaging her. He then fucked her roughly, penetrating deep into her as he slapped her with lust. Purva loved when Mushtaq would go mad with lust on her and she responded back with equal passion as both husband and life made love to each other. Finally, Mushtaq came inside her as they both momentarily rested on the bed with Mushtaq completely over Purva’s torso. He was still overcome with lust as he continued kissing his wife passionately and slapping her a couple of times. “Randi, tere ko mein itna pyaar karta hu ki tujhe har din, har pal aise pyaar du…tu kamaal hai…tu meri randi hai…“. purva still under the clutches of her husband responded lovingly, “Mushtaq ji, mein kismat wali hu ki mujhe itna pyaar karne wala pati mila hai…aap ke pyaar mein bhi utna hi chahti hu jitna aap mujhe dete ho”, saying so the couple once again kissed passionately. “ja, tu bhosda dhoke aa”, he said to her wife.

Purva quickly washed her vagina that was leaking of Mushtaq’s love juices, while Mushtaq put on his lungi. The couple then hugged each other tightly, with Mushtaq tightly grabbing his wife’s boobs. He always loved to do that to Purva while sleeping. Purva of course loved the feeling that she belonged completely to him, and felt so whenever Mushtaq did this. During this time, Mushtaq and Purva would open up their souls to each other. They would talk about a wide variety of things while Mushtaq would occasionally give her rough lip kisses, reach for her pussy and pinch it much to Purva’s playful banter. As the night progressed, the couple would eventually fall asleep hugging each other in an embrace. Most of the time, Mushtaq would be all over Purva with both his hands tightly grabbing his wife’s boobs and his legs completely over Purva’s torso. Purva loved the lust and care she was showered with by her dear husband, and the couple would happily go to sleep.

Purva is told her place by the slum women.

The next morning, Purva woke up first. The time on the clock said 7 am. she was tightly surrounded in the clutches of Mushtaq, so she slowly got out of it lest she wake him up. Her boobs were all red with marks from her husband’s fingers. Of course, during the night, Mushtaq would tightly grab his wife boobs, and this was bound to happen everyday she thought. Purva then went on to do her daily chores. Mushtaq had commanded her that she shouldn’t brush her teeth before he did, and she was also not allowed to wash her face without his permission. So she skipped both. She was feeling a little clumsy now, as she hadn’t had a bath yesterday. Added to that was all the nasty things that had been done to her by her husband as well as the two lads yesterday. She began to feel the smell of sweat emanating from her body, which her husband had mentioned that he dearly loved. He called it swachh sugandh or the natural aroma that he wanted this wife to possess and that’s why he had commanded her not to take a bath until he said so. She also checked her armpits and observed that hair was growing at a good pace. She too, like her husband, started to believe that sweat would induce more hair growth. At this rate, she would grow a lot of hair in her armpits, and she began to wonder how ridiculous it would make her look with so much hair there, but none in her pussy.

Mushtaq usually woke up at around 8 am. So she had some time to quickly get all the things ready for the morning ritual. Yesterday, Mushtaq told Purva where she would need to go to get milk while returning from the market. So, she kissed on her husband’s check as he was still asleep. She then opened the door still naked and quickly put on the transparent burkha. She received a couple of stares from random people, but it wasn’t a big deal. The burkha hid nothing anyway so she was naked anyway for all practical purposes. She closed the door behind her, locking it and then set off for buying milk with a can in her hand. While walking on the road, she was greeted with whistles and comments from the passersby. Mostly, they consisted of the working young and the old men who took a stroll in the early hours. The road to the milk booth was probably about half a kilometer. Mushtaq had said that he didn’t mind accompanying her for getting the milk by riding her on his cycle, but she denied his help. She said that she wanted to prepare the ritual Mushtaq had planned, before he woke up and that the ritual would be the first thing that Mushtaq would do.

As she neared the milk booth, she saw that the line in the queue was pretty long. All of them were women from the households who were waiting similarly like purva with a can in their hands. As she walked towards the queue, the women started murmuring much to Purva’s embarrassment. She could see the looks of disgust on each of the woman’s faces as the news of Purva’s arrival in the next to nothing outfit had traveled across the queue, as all of them turned behind and gave her that look. Purva did as much as placing the can in front of her vagina so at least her pussy was covered. As she joined the line, the murmuring was more evident. Purva tried to be as casual as possible giving the impression that she really did not care, but deep inside she was slightly concerned with the expressions the women bore on their faces when they saw her in the nude outfit. Of course all of the women were also from the slums, but they were of course conservatively dressed. Most of them were wearing sarees, and a couple of them burkhas, while Purva was virtually naked under the transparent burkha.

Just as the disgusting looks began to subside, or so Purva thought, the woman in front turned behind and gave her one more disgusting look from top to bottom. When Purva caught her gaze, she said, “isse achha toh puri nangi ho jaati, randi kahin ki”. Saying that, she figuratively spit on the ground beside them and turned back. Purva was shocked to hear such words from the woman. Of course, she hadn’t met her anytime before and she was surprised that the woman had such strong emotions to convey to her.

There was no doubt that the women in the slums felt that way about her, but this was blatant. It was probably the nature of the people here she thought. More women joined the line behind her and it was clear they shared the same impression of Purva. Just then, an old woman who had already collected her milk came up to her and sharply rebuked her, “Yeh kya pehna hai beti tu ne? tujhe pata bhi hai tera pura badan aage peeche se dikh rha hai?”. Purva could not find an answer and simply lowered her head in embarrassment. One of the women who was standing behind her in the line said, “Arre chhodo dadi maa, yeh randi hai…iski koi ijjat nhi hai…isse koi farak nhi padta kitne mard isse dekhte hai aur kaam chalate hai ispe…besharmi aurat hai yeh…”. To Purva, Sultana looked young. The old woman said, “Sultana yeh galat baat hai, mujhe lagta hai koi mard ne iske saath jabardasti k hai jiss wajah se isko nangi ghumni padh rhi hai, hai na beti?”. Before she could reply, the woman named Sultana quickly replied, “Arre aise kuch nhi dadi maa, yeh bohot besharmi hai…yeh sheher ki raand hai…aur isko bina kapde rehke har mard se sambhog karne me koi sharam nhi aati… kyun randi sachh hai na…bata”, she shouted at Purva.

Purva was now becoming really embarrassed. Most of the women in the line had now formed a small circle around the scene, and the fact that she was being abused in all sorts of ways by a woman much younger than her made her very extremely embarrassed. Dadi maa said, “tch tch tch, yeh sheher ki ladkiyan toh aaj kal kuch bhi karne lage…yahan tu kiske saath rehti hai?”, she asked. Again, before she could reply, Sultana interjected “wahi woh Mushtaq ji k saath, unko iske jaise randiyan chodne ka mann hota hai humesha, toh isko biwi bana liya unhone aur yeh besharam aurat aa gayi sheher se aur yahan unki randi bann k baithi hai…bahar aise kapdo me ghumti hai….chii”. Saying that, Sultana came forward and administered a sharp rebuking slap to Purva’s face, that took her by surprise. Frankly, she could see the situation getting out of hand, but this was certainly unexpected. Just when she was recovering from the sting, Sultana gave her two more sharp slaps to each of her cheeks.

Dadi maa and the other women finally pulled her back away from Purva as Purva started to have tears in her eyes. The humiliation was too much to endure for her. Unfortunately, there was not a single man who could support Purva and fight for her case there, and she knew she had no point to fight against the ladies. Luckily, Sultana seemed to calm down and stood back in line. She still seemed to be agitated with Purva’s presence and so she screamed loudly, “yeh randi ko sabse aage bhejo aur nikalo isko yahan se…besharmi aurat…randibaazi ki bhi hadd hoti hai…iski toh koi hadd hi nhi hai, kuch bhi kar legi 1 rupaye k liye bhi, sasti raand kahin ki”. Dadi maa then came to her again and said, “jaa ab tu aage ja aur doodh le ke nikal yahan se, nhi toh woh Sultana aur maar degi tujhe…”. She then shouted out to the milkman, “Aye karim, iss aurat ko doodh de de, aur paise mat lena, jaldi bhej de yahan se“. purva quickly passed the line and collected the milk in her can. She still had tears in her eyes and she did not look up at all, lest everyone know she was crying.

The milkman secretly took pleasure in seeing Purva almost naked and made efforts to slowly put milk into the can to maximize the time she stood before him in the nude. Finally, she took the can and made way back to her house. On her way back, purva couldn’t help control her tears at the embarrassment she had to face in front of everyone. It did not cross her mind that the women in the slums would be so unaccepting to her nude attire. She definitely did not feel that she would be slapped out in the open. She definitely thought about fighting back, but she was not convinced that she had enough rationale to argue. Of course, the lady had a point that she was a whore, she thought. Did this mean, she had to completely cover her body to buy milk? Would then she be spared of all this trouble? She did not know, but she decided that she would discuss all of this with Mushtaq to figure out the next steps.

Back at home Mushtaq was still sleeping. Purva still dutifully removed the burkha and hung it across the rope before entering the house. As Mushtaq was still sleeping she proceeded to prepare rotis for breakfast and to warm the milk so that it would be ready for the morning ritual for Mushtaq. She still had the incident in her mind, but she did not want to bother Mushtaq with it right away. She thought she’d tell him some time later and he would tell her what to do.

After a while Mushtaq woke up and called out to her, “Randi, aaja mere paas”, he said. Purva dutifully like yesterday took two glasses and put them on a tray. She filled one with the warm milk for Mushtaq, and filled the other with water for herself. She went near Mushtaq and put the tray on the floor, as Mushtaq proceeded to first roughly kiss and lick her lips. She loved how perverted it was given that he had just woken up. He then proceeded to slap her on the face roughly a couple of times owing the lust it evoked in him. Purva ironically felt how the earlier slap by the female had caused tears in her eyes, while these slaps from her hubby causes tears in her pussy.

Purva proceeded to remove Mushtaq’s cock out of the lungi and then she put her hands behind her back just as Mushtaq had wanted her to do. Mushtaq then took his glass of milk and started drinking it as he roughly fucked Purva’s mouth. He loved how Purva’s fresh warm mouth felt on his erect cock first thing in the morning. After consuming his milk from the glass, he proceeded to fuck his wife’s mouth with increased pace, roughly pulling her head towards his cock. The sensations that it caused him were just unexplainable as he made every effort to push his shaft completely into his whore’s mouth causing her to choke in between. Finally, it didn’t take Mushtaq long and he conceded his sperm completely into Purva’s mouth. He then slapped her a couple more times, before asking her to open her mouth. He then gargled and spit into her mouth twice. He then said, “badhiya meri raand, pura andar le le aur fir yeh paani pi”. Purva did as commanded and finally got up on her feet. “Maza aaya Mushtaq ji?”, she asked her husband. “Bohot mazaa aaya meri 2 rupayee ki rand, bohot mazaa aaya”, he said pulling her into his lap. He then mauled her boobs a little while and pushed in and out of her pussy for a little bit before letting her get back to her work. Purva said, “aap brush kar ke naha lo Mushtaq ji, fir hum nashta karenge…”.

After coming back from his bath, Mushtaq sat on the bed, while Purva brushed her teeth in front of Mushtaq. While Purva brushed her teeth, Mushtaq checked in on her armpit hair. He too attested to the fact that Purva’s armpit hair was growing very fast. “Mushtaq ji, bohot gandi lagungi kaksh me bohot baal aa gaye toh”. Mushtaq replied, “arre randi, kaksh k baal se itni sundar dikhegi na tu, meri baat maan, ek dum kirrak randi dikhegi tu“. Purva knew he wanted her to look very clumsy and with loads of armpit hair, she would like the cheapest whore. It didn’t seem like Mushtaq wanted Purva to take a bath, so she didn’t bother with it.

As they proceeded to have breakfast while watching the TV, Purva recounted the morning’s milk booth incident to Mushtaq. He listened to everything she had to say. However, all he could say was, “randi, yeh maamla thoda gadhbadh hai, aur isme mein ghus nhi sakta. tum sab aurat ho aur isme mere ghusne se aur kharabi hogi”. purva could understand what he was saying. Given his high stature in the slums, everyone respected Mushtaq bhai for what he stands. If it was any man that misbehaved with Purva, she knew that Mushtaq would fix it immediately, but with women, he did not stand that chance. It was quite a sensitive issue to say the least and Purva felt right not to involve Mushtaq into this whole thing, but rather deal it by herself.

“yeh me samajh sakti hu Mushtaq ji, par woh sab mere upar chadh rahe hai…darr lagta hai ki woh Sultana fir se mujhe maar degi kal sab ke saamne”.

“Arre toh kya hua…dekho tum nangi ghumogi sab k saamne, tumhara mann hai, toh usse pooch ki uss se usko kya dikkat hai. Ek din thappad maaregi, do din thappad maaregi, roz thodi maarti rahegi tujhe woh bhi. Aur aise bhi nhi ki tu ab uski mard se chudd rhi hai…thik h tu randi hai, par ab tu meri biwi hai aur tera bhosda bass mera hai, toh fir uska problem kya hai?”.

Purva felt Mushtaq’s words sensible. “hmmm, aap ki baat sahi hai. parr kya aap ko lagta hai ki mujhe kuch din sahi kapde pehen k jaane chahiye doodh lene?”.

“Arre randi, aise thodi na hota hai…itni kyu darr rhi hai tu? Dekh yahan k aurat tere jaise sheher k aurat jaise nhi hote hai…ladne k liye humesha tayyar rehte hai aur darte nhi hai. Tu bhi bina dare jawab de usse. Agar tu daregi toh woh sab aise hi karenge tere saath. Agar tu kal darr ke sahi kapde pehen k jayegi toh bhi woh tujhe randi bulaake maar sakti hai, kyun?”

“Haan, baat sahi hai aap ka”…

“Haan, toh tu darr mat bilkul bhi, mein toh bolta hu saala kal tu burkha bhi mat pehen aur puri nangi ho kar jaa doodh lene, dekhte hai kya hoga. Agar kisi ne poocha ki nangi kyu hai, bol ki aise nangi ghoomne me mazaa aata hai tujhe, kya karoge. kyun, samjhi meri raand?”

Purva was of the opinion that it would be too aggressive. She was convinced that wearing decent clothes the very next day would mean she was intimidated by the women’s treatment of her today. Moreover, like Mushtaq said, it wouldn’t still mean that the ladies would then stop behaving like that with her. But being completely naked would entail a lot of risk, she thought.

“Mushtaq ji, yeh toh galat ho jayega, aise puri nangi gaye toh saari aurat chadh jayenge mere upar, bohot maar khaungi”

“Dekh randi, tu nangi ghoom k kuch galat nhi kar rhi…aur tujhe kitne din maar denge? roz aise thodi maarte rahenge, kyun? Agar woh auratein tujhe maarte hai, toh woh log hi galti kar rahe hai…fir sarpanch k paas hi chale jayenge apan, samjhi?”

Purva wasn’t still really convinced about getting naked, but she too saw no other option. She decided that she would think over throughout the day and raise it later with Mushtaq if she didn’t feel it right. For now, she said, “thik hai Mushtaq ji, fir kal mein nangi jaungi aur bina dare baat karungi unse“.

“Yeh hui na baat, meri raand”, saying so he hugged her tight and kissed her passionately on her lips.

Just then, the phone rang. Mushtaq spoke over the phone, “Arre haan Ghafur chacha, assalam aaleykum, kaise ho? Haan haan, mein badhiya. Haan haan, bohot dhanyawaad. Haan agle 30 din tak mere saath hi hogi…hahaha bilkul… Abhi? mmmm…thik hai chacha, hum aayenge 15-20 minute me….ji milte hai, bye”.

Purva said, “Kaun hai Mushtaq ji?”

“Arre tumhe Ghafur chacha pata hai na?”, Mushtaq said.

“Arre haan pata hai, ek baar mili thi unse bohot pehle”

“Haan toh unhe pata chala apne shaadi k baare mein, bol rhe hai k ek baar mujhe dikha de teri biwi ko”

“Ohh achha, toh fir abhi chalna hai?”

“Haan yaar, kaafi achhe insaan hai Ghafur ji, mil ke aate hai.”

“Thik h ji, mein kuch tayaar ho jau ya aise hi chalu?”

“Nhi, tayyar hone ki jarurat nhi hai, aise hi chal le”.

Purva meets an old acquaintance and gets a gift in return

The couple got out of the house to visit Ghafur chacha in his tailoring shop. The last time she visited that place, it was just a hut set up as a makeshift tailoring shop. While Mushtaq locked the door, Purva put on her burkha and the couple set off on Mushtaq’s cycle with Purva sitting in front of Mushtaq. While on the way, Mushtaq told her that the tailoring shop Ghafur chacha owned had been improved slightly, after he received some funding from the local panchayat. He said that Ghafur chacha was also one of the oldest inhabitants of the slums, and he was aged probably around 80 yrs now. He said that himself, Nazir bhai whom she was humiliated by in the market yesterday and a couple of other folks in their childhood used to go to his house and play with him. He also mentioned that Ghafur chacha used to tell them stories late till the night. The way Mushtaq talked about Ghafur chacha told her that they got along really well.

The tailoring shop wasn’t pretty far away and after 5 mins. and 2 catcalls they reached the tailoring shop. The place still seemed the same to Purva. It was still the same hut, just that it was decorated slightly. A board stood out that said ‘Ghafur ji ki darzi’. She probably wondered the equipment that was used inside improved after the funding. As they entered inside the hut, Ghafur chacha welcomed the couple. “Aao Mushtaq, aao, bohot khushi hui tujhse mil ke”. Mushtaq too reciprocated the greetings as both Ghafur and Mushtaq exchanged a friendly hug. “Aaja beti, andar aa ja”, he said turning to Purva, not forgetting to acknowledge her semi-nude avatar. “Pranaam Ghafur chacha”, purva said and instantly dropped to touch the old man’s feet. “Pranaam beti…aajao”, Ghafur chacha said.

He then introduced them to a man who was seated nearby in the same hut, “Yeh mera damad hai, Karim”. Karim looked slightly older than Purva and so upon Mushtaq’s nudging she dropped again to touch Karim’s feet as a mark of respect. “Assalam Aaleykum Karim ji”, she said. Karim of course had his eyes set on Purva who was dressed in the same transparent burkha that showed off all her assets cheaply. Purva had gotten used to this by now and she allowed Karim to lustily stare at her private parts as he wished, in front of everyone. The couple sat down beside each other in front of Ghafur chacha as Ghafur and Mushtaq started talking about random things. From the corner of her eye, she could clearly see that Karim was enjoying the ripe nudity of Purva. He was acting busy as if he was tailoring, but he was actually lusting at Purva’s luscious boobs that were clearly seen from inside the burkha. Of course, Purva couldn’t blame him, as the sight of Purva’s boobs hanging inside the burka was inevitable for any man to miss. Moreover, her boobs were pretty huge and the way they bobbed up and down with each of Purva’s breath made them look even more spectacular. Karim, of course did not want to miss the opportunity. He had heard a lot about the whore in his circles and he knew that she was just a shameless slut that wouldn't mind even if he gawked at her private parts in her knowledge.

As he talked, Ghafur chacha mentioned that the funding he received from the panchayat was not huge and he just managed to buy some extra supplies with that money. Moreover he ran the tailoring shop all by himself until a few months back and now he had given up due to his age. His damad was relatively new to the tailoring thing, so he had to pretty much teach him stuff. Karim had apparently owned a local cigarette and bidi shop in the market, but since there wasn’t too much skill involved in it, Ghafur chacha made him leave it for his younger son to own it. Since then, Karim had been putting efforts in keeping the tailoring shop alive. Ghafur chacha also mentioned to Mushtaq that since he could not do tailoring anymore and that Karim was relatively inexperienced, he hadn’t been receiving much orders for any stitches from the people in the slums. Hearing his story made Purva compassionate towards him…

Mushtaq and Ghafur chacha got along very well. They were talking about random things, and Purva was just listening to their conversation. After a while Ghafur chacha turned to Purva and said, "tera naam kya hai beti?". purva smiled and told him her name. Right then, much to the embarassment of purva, Mushtaq interjected..."arre chacha, aap ko pata kal kya hua...mein aur purva market gaye the murgha khareedne, toh wahan Nazir hai na...usko milaya tha isse. Toh usne isko ek naam diya hai!", he said feeling amused. "Achha, konsa naam?", asked Ghafur. "Iska naam usne rakha hai purghi, usko purva laga ki ek murgha hi hai, toh usne purva aur murghi ko milaake purghi bana diya", he said laughing out loud.

Ghafur and Karim joined in on the laughter too looking at Purva as she went red in her face with embarrassment. She didn't really mind it as she knew Mushtaq liked to make fun of her in front of his friends. He had said to her, that when he made fun of her like that in front of people, he loved to see her face. He told her she looked as if she was blushing, feeling shy and awkward from the humiliation as everyone laughed at her, and that Mushtaq found it really cute on her. Ghafur chacha still laughing, said to Mushtaq "haha, purghi...yeh toh bohot sahi naam hai yaar iska...". He then turned to Purva and with a grin on his face asked her, "kya beti mein bhi tujhe purghi bula sakta hu?". Purva still shy, hung her head down, and nodded her head. Looking at Purva blushing, made her look really cute as all of them looked at her and had another round of laughs.

Karim was definitely shy to talk to Purva, but he made efforts to do so. Of course, he still could not take his eyes off Purva’s beautiful boobs and it was difficult for Purva to maintain conversation with him due to it, but they got along just fine. He asked her shyly about when the marriage had taken place and who all had attended it. Apparently, they were all out of town that very day and so they could not make it to the marriage. Purva told Karim that he was welcome to come to their house anytime and that he can see the wedding video that she had seen yesterday along with Sajid and his friends.

After a while, Ghafur chacha said, “purghi, mein tumhaare shaadi pe nhi aa saka, par mujhe lagta hai tumhe koi gift dena achha rahega…”, kya bolte ho Mushtaq?

“Arre Ghafur chacha, koi nhi, aap uska tension mat lo na…”, Mushtaq said.

“Arre Mushtaq, aise thodi na. Tu mera beta jaisa hai, aur hum tumhare shaadi me bhi nhi aaye…toh kam se kam tere biwi ko inaam toh dene do“.

Saying so he turned to Karim and said, “Karim, wahan jahan hum faltu kapde daalte hai, wahan jaake dekh agar purghi k liye kuch bann sakta hai toh”. Karim said, “thik h ji” and got up and started fumbling across the pile of clothes. From a distance, most of them looked unusable as they were just pieces of cloth that were cut off as waste material from previously tailored items. Karim spent sometime and eventually returned with a small piece of white cloth and showed it to Ghafur chacha.

Ghafur chacha looked at the piece of cloth and said, “Isse kya purghi k liye rumaal banayega?”, he said laughing loudly. Karim said, “arre nhi chacha, isse purghi k liye ek achha skirt bann sakta hai“, he said.

“Arre itna sa toh hai, isme skirt kaise banega pughi k liye?”, asked Ghafur chacha. purva looked at the cloth in Karim’s hand, and yeah it was pretty small to be made into a skirt. The cloth also seemed to be cut unevenly into wedges across its length, so she wasn’t sure how Karim was thinking. “Arre chacha, purghi k liye ek mini skirt types bann jayega, aap mujhe banane do bass”. Ghafur chacha finally resigned and said, “Pata nhi kya banayega”, he said. “Ek kaam kar, pehle to iska naap le, maine bohot pehle liya tha iska naap…”.

On hearing Ghafur chacha’s words, Karim encouragingly got the tape out and proceeded towards Purva to take measurements. Mushtaq said, “kapde k upar le sakte hai, ya isse utaar de?”. Karim seemed excited and confused at the same time about Mushtaq’s proposal. Purva was aware what was going on in Mushtaq’s mind. He wanted to show off his whore to both of them. Ghafur chacha replied, “utaar hi do, waise bhi andar ka sab kuch dikh hi rha hai purghi ka, kam se kam skirt to achhe se bane”, saying so Ghafur chacha laughed loudly. Mushtaq and Karim too joined in the laughter.

Purva, blushing slightly, stood up and removed the burkha in one go and dropped it on the ground next to them and stood out there completely naked right in front of everyone shamelessly. Karim then proceeded to take her measurements when he mindlessly tied the tape around Purva’s luscious boobs making sure to touch her nipples in the process. “Abey upar ka naap kyu le rha hai, stann pe thodi pehnegi purghi skirt…”. Karim, biting his tongue, said, “Arre sorry, me toh bhul gaya“. Mushtaq and Ghafur exchanged laughs as Karim proceeded to take Purva’s measurements of her shapely waist. Purva of course knew that Karim was a boobs guy and as soon as Purva got naked, he was attracted to her boobs. Karim then knelt down on the floor such that his eyes were right at Purva’s naked bald pussy. She could literally feel his breath on her vagina as Karim proceeded to take a measurement of Purva’s waist. She knew that Karim could easily make out that she was wet in her pussy as the juices kept flowing out her love pot owing to the sexual situation.

Ghafur chacha said, “haan kitna aaya naap?”

“38”

“Aur yeh kapde ka?”

“Yeh toh 34 hai…”, Karim said.

“Toh fir kaise banayega purghi k liye skirt? 4 inch kam ho gya na?”, said Ghafur chacha.

“Arre toh chacha, ek side thoda open rakh denge na, achha fashion hoga”, he said smiling at Purva.

“Abey 4 inch open kaise rakhega…panty dikh jayegi iska andar se…”, said Ghafur chacha

“Arre toh chacha yeh skirt bina panty ke pehnna padega purghi ko, nhi toh waise bhi nhi chalega”.

“Pagal bina panty k kaise pehnegi? 4 inch me thoda idhar udhar hua toh sab dikhega. Aur isme toh baith bhi nhi payegi bechari, humesha thik karte rehna padega. Aur iss kapde ka dusre side se naap toh bohot hi kam hai…usme toh purghi ki puri gaand dikhegi…”, said Ghafur chacha.

“Arre chacha, toh aap hi bolo kya kare…iske alawa aur kuch hai hi nhi wahan pe jisse purghi k liye kuch bann sake.”, said Karim.

Ghafur chacha finally resigned and said, “achha thik h, bana jo bann sakta hai, dekhenge kya banega aur purghi pe kaisa lagega”. Karim again passed a smile to Purva making sure to once again check out her boobs and her naked vagina. Purva ignored his smile and sat down naked on the chair and crossed her legs. Karim sat down at the sewing machine to make something for Purva out of the piece of cloth. Time passed by and Purva started to get bored of the talks between Mushtaq and Ghafur chacha. Mushtaq too seemed a little bored and both of them knew that they would go back home and fuck each other like crazy. Finally after a while, Karim stood up from his chair and brought the piece of cloth to show them what he had prepared for Purva. The only visible change Purva could see was that it was sewed with a long piece of cloth that was meant to tie around her waist. The cloth or rather the skirt that it was, looked pretty silly in that it was very tiny. Moreover it had wedged cuts randomly across its length at the bottom which effectively reduced its length even more. And on the left side, the skirt material had ended and it resulted in a big gap that was connected only by the string. It effectively showed off about 4 inches of skin across the side of Purva.

Ghafur chacha looked at the skirt and said, “Karim, yeh toh bohot chhota hai yaar, isme purghi ka aage peeche sab kuch dikhega, pakki baat hai”.

Karim was quick to defend, “Arre nhi chacha thoda neeche pehnna padega isse purghi ko, fir sahi rahega“. “Pata nhi, ek baar pehnake toh dekh”, Ghafur chacha said.

Purva then stood up and Karim happily took the job of putting on the skirt on Purva’s naked body. He made sure he got a feel of Purva’s naked ass in the process. Purva didn’t take a liking to Karim somehow, but of course she didn’t say anything to him when he felt up her ass. Karim adjusted the skirt up and down a couple of times loosening and tightening the string to find a way to make the skirt work. Of course, it was too short and it would in no way cover the whole of Purva’s huge ass. But Karim tried to work it out, turning Purva to the front and back a couple of times. Finally, he decided and landed upon a configuration that worked according to him. The skirt hung very low on Purva to make up for the short length. Behind her, it showed off some of her ass crack while at the front, it was hanging dangerously close to her pussy. Overall, it did manage to cover her ass, but that too just barely. She didn’t really mind that though. On the left side, the skirt had a huge opening and she was sure it was exposing a lot of skin and even a small gust of wind could result in her front flying off showing her pussy to everyone.

“Kaisa lag rha hai purghi tujhe yeh skirt?”, asked Ghafur chacha.

“Achha hi hai Ghafur chacha, par bohot neeche laga hua hai, peeche se dikh rha hai na”, she asked turning her backside to the guys to get their opinion. The sight that stood infront of them was simply breathtaking as purva stood there topless with the silly tiny skirt. The skirt was hung so low on her waist that a lot of her ass-crack was visible to all.

Karim said, “haan purghi, ab itna toh dikhega. Upar karoge toh neeche se tumhari puri gaand dikh jayegi…isse achha upar hi thoda dikha lo”.

Purva nodded thoughtfully in agreement to Karim, as she looked herself in the mirror on the other side.

“Achha hi hai, bass yeh hi hai ki thodi si hawa aayi toh aage se udh jayega upar, aur sab dikh jayega“, she said.

“Haan woh toh hai, par uske liye tum panty pehen sakti ho na purghi…”, Ghafur chacha said.

Mushtaq then said, “Arre chacha, waise yeh kabhi bra aur panty nhi pehenti hai. Lekin yeh achha hi hai…thoda hawa aane pe haath se rokna padega lagta hai, aur peeche se gaand toh nhi dikh jayega na? waise kam se kam itna toh dikhna chahiye purghi ka badan“, naughtily smiling at purva. All of them shared a laugh, as purva playfully pushed Mushtaq by the shoulder, sharing the laugh.

“Haan peeche se bach jayega lagta hai, achha ek kaam karte hai…yahan bahar ek baar chal lete hai…wahan abhi koi nhi hoga aur hawa me pata bhi chal jayega agar aage ka aur peeche ka maal dikh jata hai…”, said Ghafur chacha.

So, the 4 of them moved outside the hut, with Purva dressed in the cheap skimpy skirt. They stood out there in the open for a while, and sure enough a gusty wind blew which rode up Purva’s skirt from the cut on the left side, completely showing off her shaved bald pussy. “Haan, pura bhosda dikh jayega purghi ka hawa me, lag rha hai”, said Ghafur chacha as all 3 men stood right in front of her and had a nice long view of Purva's bald pussy that was out in the open due to the wind.

Karim said, “thik h na bhabhi, aap ki gaand toh bach gayi na, par wahi hai ki thoda bhosde ke paas haath rakh ke chalna padega har waqt aap ko iss skirt me”, he said smiling at purva.

“Haan, nhi toh mushkil hai, aur ek baar thoda chal k bhi dekh leti hu”, Purva responded.

She then walked a few steps to and fro a couple of times, presenting all of them a nice view of her lovely huge ass. As she walked, Ghafur chacha said, "Arre purghi tumhe na, iss skirt me aise chappal se achha koi achhe heels pehnni chahiye. Fir jab tu chalti hai, peeche se teri gaand bahar aayegi aur dekhne walon ka din bann jayega..kya bolta hai Mushtaq", he said, turning to him.

"Haan sahi hai Ghafur chacha, bilkul sahi hai...wahi hai na...abhi toh yeh keval woh burkha pehnti hai...toh heels ka itna socha nhi..par abhi iss skirt k saath heels toh bohot garam bana dega randi ko", he said.

"Ek kaam karte hai", Ghafur said. "Mera pehchaan me ek ladka hai, woh chappal ka ek thela chalata hai. dhyaan aa rha hai mujhe ki usne pichle mahine kuch tarah k plastic heels liya hai saare color ke, parr yahan pe bike hi nhi. usse ek baar call karke poochta hu", saying that Ghafur chacha called the lad. "Haan Abdul, Ghafur chacha bol rha hu...yaar woh tere paas jo plastic waale heels the na, woh hai abhi? Achha hai, kya tu mere dukaan pe aa sakta hai woh leke? Haan, yahan pe Mushtaq aur uski biwi hai, aur biwiji ke liye kuch heels soch rahe the hum...thik hai kitna time lagega? thik h aaja, hum intezaar karenge", he said into the phone and cut the call.

"Woh aa rha hai yahan pe heels leke...chalo sahi hai..purghi ka skirt aur heels set ho gaya hai...upar k liye bhi kuch toh dhoondh hi lenge", he said and smiled at Purva. It seemed like there was going to be one more visitor who was going to see Purva in that silly skirt of hers, she didn't really mind the heels though.
After a couple more tries, they confirmed that it was the only way to wear the skirt and that only Purva’s pussy was visible in case of a malfunction. They then made their way back to the hut. Ghafur chacha said, "Chalo jab abdul aayega, tab bahar aayenge".

Purva then walked around in just the stupid tiny skirt in the hut much to the delight of the three. She certainly liked how it made her feel almost nude and of course, the guys loved how slutty and whorish it made Purva look. As she walked here and there seductively he chubby tummy and her boobs jiggled lightly, that made her look like the most erotic thing on earth, right in that dingy little hut. All the men's eyes were glued on Purva's nakedness as she nonchalantly talked to them carelessly roaming around in the slutty skirt.

After a while, the lad with the chappal ka thela arrived as Ghafur invited him into the hut. Purva let out a silly smile as he saw the expression on his face when he saw the near-naked lust object roaming around in the tiny little skirt. Her ass-crack was showing off in an obscene way and her boobs were jiggling as she playfully hopped and played around among the men as if oblivious too all of them who were having a treat watching her near to naked. Ghafur chacha then introduced her to Abdul, "Abdul, yeh hai purghi, Mushtaq ji ki biwi". Unsure of what kind of a name it was, Abdul bore a confused expression on his face, but he was too engrossed in lusting at Purva who now stood right in front of him.

Then they went outside the hut to choose a pair of heels for Purva. Abdul had procured all of these plastic heels from a small market in the city and he brought them here to sell them but apparently no one was really interested to buy them. He had quite a few colors and luckily all of them fit Purva perfectly. Mushtaq choose a dark fluorescent color for her finally. He told her that it would make a great addition to her existing lipstick and kajal colors. Of course, Purva knew that Mushtaq only wanted Purva to look as trashy as possible with makeup and these fluorescent colored high-heels definitely did the job. She looked herself in the mirror and the high plastic heels made her look so damn silly. Obviously Purva too loved to look trashy and if Mushtaq loved exhibiting her that way, she would all the more love it. Mushtaq asked Abdul to keep the remaining pairs with him and not sell them off soon in case Purva wanted to buy anymore of them. Abdul charged 50 bucks for the plastic heels and left the scene.

After they got back to the hut with Purva in the skirt and the new pair of fluorescent heels, Ghafur chacha handed her a piece of cloth. He said, "purghi yeh tu upar pehn sakti hai...". Purva took the piece of cloth from Ghafur chacha. It was too short to wear as a chunni, it was probably slightly smaller than half the size of a normal chunni but it was made of the usual material. Again it seemed cut out randomly at the edges, and she figured this was also a remnant of another dress. She adjusted the small piece of cloth on her boobs and she loved the way she looked in the mirror.
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