Coorg was good for both of us. We enjoyed the brief holiday thoroughly. Now Sanjay and I had many secrets with each other, but we were not ready to share. He didn't come forward to tell me if he had any role to play in me getting fucked by the waiters in our cottage, and I was not ready to reveal how much I loved getting fucked by three strange men. Of course, there was this nagging doubt in my head -- did Sanjay knew about it? Did he play an active role in setting it up for me? Or was it that it was a coincidence that waiters happened to come by and took a chance with me without my husband's knowledge. Either way, both of us were not ready to discuss the events, and therefore my sexcapade from Coorg remained a secret forever.
Meanwhile, I was loving my work. It was the time for the yearly party at my company and everyone at the office was getting prepared for it - some were organizing games, some were rehearsing plays and dance, but mostly every other woman in the office was getting prepared to show off their sexy attires. Arundhati told me that Sneha, my boss' ex-girlfriend, used to be the most sexily dressed one at each of the yearly parties. She scorched the dance floor with her short dress which made men drool over her. That is how she bagged the attention of Nitin to become his fuck toy.
Suddenly, I got this desire that I can't be seen second to Sneha. It's not that I want to bag Nitin or become his fuck toy, but I want to be desired by such a man like Nitin. It would be so wonderful if he paid attention to me the way he did for Sneha. I wanted to outdo Sneha. Therefore, I took special care and attention to get ready for this party because all the senior management is going to be there, and there was some kind of competition amongst women to outdo each other to gain their attention. Even Radhika and Savita were getting prepared. Even the conservative Preeti also was thinking of wearing a sexy dress.
When I told Sanjay about the significance of this party, he supported me and helped me in selection of the saree, design of the blouse. He pushed me to go bolder whenever I hesitated, made many suggestions on the entire outfit, and decided the kind of makeup to make me look 'raunchy and seductive'. He said he wanted me to give an image of a 'sophisticated and sexy woman bordering on being vulgar'.
For the party, I wore a dark blouse, really really small, made out of small material of cloth, completely backless, with one single thread tying it together, with a plunging, wide and deep neckline. Most of my boobs were spilling out, with a small portion of dark areolae peeing out on both the breasts. Also, sides were open too, showing of the side and underside of the boob. It was more like a tiny bikini and less of a blouse. And my saree was completely transparent. That's means one had full view of my cleavage, boob show, and entire midriff. I wore my saree so low on the hip that it was more obscene than the lehenga {traditional skirt} that I wore for my friend Bharka's brother's wedding. The top hem was just an inch above my pussy lips, and the back showed the prominent mounds portions of my bum.
Arundhati came home to pick me up one the eve of the party. She was wearing a plunging, hugging, and short cocktail dress. She was going to turn many heads tonight. After seeing me in my saree, Arundhati said, 'I need to keep you close to me, otherwise the drunken men at the party are going to grab you and fuck you tonight'. I just patted on her, saying, 'Come on! You are exaggerating! Nothing like that is going to happen. Our office men are quite decent. Plus they have you to go through you before they reach me'
Arundhati said, 'No, I am serious. Don't underestimate these goody-goody looking office men. Unless you are into gangbang, stay away from alcohol'.
At the party, Arundhati and I were quite a hit. Almost every man in the office came to meet us. They started showering compliments and taking pictures with us. Later Arundhati told me that because of the flash from the cameras, all my body, including the deep cleavage, was exposed through the transparent saree. That was the reason, why some of the young men, went back, checked their pictures and came back for more. When I saw the pictures later, I realized why I was such a sought-after commodity in the party. My deep navel, my low-rise saree, and the deep cleavage was making the half-drunk men go mad.
It was per Sanjay's design that I tied the saree extremely low. I never tied it so low in my life. I shouted at Sanjay saying another inch, my pussy would be seen to everyone. To which he said, 'what's the problem with that? Your pussy is one of the most beautiful parts of your body.' Sometimes my husband can surprise me with his perverseness. Now, the saree was so low that men could see the lower crease of my tummy few inches above the hemline. In some of the picture, when I zoomed in, I could see small line of shaved bristle of my pussy hair.
Though I was warned by Arundhati, I couldn't say NO to these smooth-talking men who kept on getting me another round of vodka. I was feeling hot and randy and I believe I was also being little sloppy in my behavior, hugging them for the pictures. Letting them put a hand around my bare waist, and so on.
That's when I bumped into my girlfriends from office, Preeti, Radhika and Savita. They were also wearing some skimpy clothes, but they couldn't match up to me or Arundhati in our bravery.
Preeti: Wow! Menaka, you look so sexy yaar!
Radhika: Yes, Menaka, you look like a slut! Congratulations!
Savita: Radhika, you shouldn't call anyone a slut. The word 'slut' is not a compliment.
Radhika: Well, Menaka does look like a slut today. Look at the way she wore her saree. I am quite sure many men in our office today are already imagining fucking her in the most pornographic ways.
Preeti: I don't know about you. I love the way Menaka is dressed. Menaka, where did you get your blouse stitched? It is so sexy.
Radhika: Yes, where did you get it stitched? The tailor saved a lot on the cloth. He must be a cheapo! It is so small, I think he must have used a handkerchief to stitch your blouse. I see more skin and more of your boobs and less of the cloth.
Savita: What's wrong with her blouse, Radhika? Menaka carries it so well. Look, she doesn't even need a bra, and her boobs are standing up straight. Yumm! Menaka, your cleavage is so deep.
Preeti: Yes, I agree. Menaka, your boobs are so large and perky. You don't need a bra, right?
