As the hot April sun soaked into the neighborhood, Hema Balaji felt like tearing off her Ghaghra. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors. "Darn," Hema sighed softly. "I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately."
It wasn't just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Hema had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he'd looked terrific in his uniform. Hema felt ashamed of herself. She was a knotted woman, and she really did love her lover, Sri. But they'd been knotted for seven years now, and their sex life wasn't as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Hema thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.
She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her Ghaghra and play with herself. Why, she hadn't masturbated since she was a 18 year old! She didn't have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy ideas. She knew. She and Sri just weren't making love often enough. He'd just been promoted, and he always seemed to be exhausted when he got home from work. He was just too tired for sex.
Hema pressed her cunt-mound harder and felt a boiling heat in her pussy. She would have given anything just then to have a man. She imagined a huge stiff cock sliding into her cream-soaked cunt, and she moaned softly.
"Okay, Hema, get a hold of yourself," she muttered.
Beating off in front of the neighbors wasn't the answer to her problem. But what was? She needed a lot more loving than she was getting, but Sri couldn't give it to her. There didn't seem to be any way out of her dilemma.
Then Hema was distracted from her problems when she heard voices from the next yard. That was the home of her best friend Shanti and her lover Ratan. Hema recognized Ratan's voice now, but there was a female voice, too, and it wasn't Shanti's. A six-foot fence separated the two yards, but Hema knew where a knothole was. Bored, with nothing else to do, she naughtily decided to spy and see who Ratan's female guest was. She knelt before the knothole and peered into her neighbors' yard. Ratan was in shorts and a T-shirt, lounging in a chair. His visitor was Vijayalakshmi, a stunning black-haired divorcee who lived in the next house over. Vijayalakshmi was wearing what had to be the world's smallest Ghaghra.
Ratan was ogling Vijayalakshmi's tall big-tit body, and the expression in his eyes wasn't brotherly.
"Shame on you, Ratan," Hema whispered.
Of course he didn't hear her, and she didn't want him to she'd have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him but she decided she'd better keep spying, just in case Ratan was up to something. Shanti would want to know.
"I'm really sorry, Vijayalakshmi," Ratan was saying, "but I already lent my garden scissors."
"Oh, damn," Vijayalakshmi drawled in her naturally sexy, husky voice.
"But stay and have a coffee if you've got time," Ratan added.
"Why, Ratan, I'd love to!" Vijayalakshmi smiled.
Now Hema was riveted by the scene. Vijayalakshmi was new on the block, and her arrival had made lots of the neighborhood wives nervous. Surely this dazzling young woman wouldn't go long without a man. But would she get a man of her own, or would she seduce someone's lover?
While Ratan went to get coffee, Vijayalakshmi settled himself in the chair next to his, smiling. She tugged at the top of her Ghaghra, loosening it a little so it looked like her big firm tits were about to pop out.
Bitch," Hema muttered.
Ratan quickly returned with the coffee, and he and Vijayalakshmi began to chat. She kept brushing his arm with her hand and her long red finger-nails. She really was gorgeous, Hema had to admit, but she also seemed to be coming on to Shanti's lover. "It's so nice of you to let me stay, Ratan," Vijayalakshmi sighed. "I'm so lonely since my divorce. I really miss having a man in my life."
Ratan looked like he was going to choke on the ginger from his beverage. He blushed a little, swallowed hard, and said, "Aw, come on, Vijayalakshmi. A beautiful woman like you, lonely? I find that pretty hard to believe."
"It's true, Ratan," Vijayalakshmi purred. "At night I think I'll go crazy you can't imagine how horny I get."
Ratan turned even redder, and Hema scowled. Vijayalakshmi was coming on to him all right. And now the bitch had the colossal nerve to remove her Ghaghra blouse and bra! She unfastened it and tossed it aside, and Ratan's eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized tits and big cone-shaped nipples.
"Mmmmm, that feels better." Vijayalakshmi smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Ratan. Nobody can see us.
"Oh, no, no, I Don't mind," Ratan practically yelped.
He couldn't take his eyes off her fantastic tits and Hema really couldn't blame him. Vijayalakshmi was built like a movie star all legs and tits and ass, and now she were wantonly displaying her naked tits to Ratan.
Would Ratan be able to resist her come-on? Judging from the talks Hema had had with Shanti lately, she didn't think so. Shanti and Ratan's relationship was a lot like hers and Sri's-seven years old and getting stale. Ratan was probably ripe for the plucking.
"You know what I miss most of all, Ratan?" Vijayalakshmi cooed. "A man's touch. Like this."
She took his hands and set them on her huge naked tits. Ratan made a horny croaking noise. He didn't put up any resistance. He started molding and squeezing her tits and Vijayalakshmi gurgled with excitement.
Terrific, Hema thought. Now what do I do?
She wished she hadn't spied, but it was too late to stop. She felt she had to see everything Ratan did, so she could report it to Shanti. Or should she just open the gate and walk over there and put a stop to this hanky-panky?
She thought about it and decided that Ratan and Vijayalakshmi would probably just tell her to take a hike. She'd stay where she was, gathering information to report to Shanti.
Vijayalakshmi's huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as Ratan molded them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she was smiling seductively. Hema wasn't surprised when Ratan started getting a hard-on.
Still she thought, bastard.
The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented. Vijayalakshmi noticed too, but she just grinned. After all, that was what she'd been aiming for and she had her neighbor's lover so hot for her that he couldn't control himself.
"You're getting me awfully excited, Vijayalakshmi," Ratan reported hoarsely.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me excited, too," she purred.
Hema was really pissed off. Her best friend's lover was about to fall into bed with the neighborhood seductress. But at the same time, Hema had to admit she was getting turned on by the scene. She wasn't proud of it, but her pussy was on fire. No wonder. It was two weeks since she'd gotten laid. She had so much lust stored up she was getting turned on just from watching other people make out. She was definitely going to have to have a talk with Sri.
Meanwhile wild horses couldn't have dragged her away from that knothole. She was angry, but she was fascinated. She'd never spied on anybody before, and she'd never watched others getting it on. She just couldn't resist peeping.
"Ratan," Vijayalakshmi gurgled, "we'd be more comfortable on the grass, Don't you think?"
"Uh, sure, whatever you say," Ratan croaked.
