One day my wife Nirmala and I were returning from a party. Actually it was Nirmala's twenty-ninth birthday. My wife is really tall, five feet six and a half, extremely fair, and in possession of a very sexy 38-27-38 figure, which she does not hesitate to reveal even outdoors. Nirmala is a convent educated, smart and extrovert type woman, and always wears her sari well below her navel, she is conscious that as she is tall, she looks nice if she wears her sari low waist. Whenever she wears a sari, it has to be chiffon, and of course sleeveless blouses.
Sometimes I tell her, "darling, just see the guys staring at you!"
She says, "yes dear, when the men feed on my body with their eyes, I really enjoy it! I like it when they look at my assets. I feel horny in my breasts."
Nirmala loves to expose her assets, and I am also not jealous at all, and never objected to her sexy dresses.
I am a rich businessman, and proud of getting a smart beauty like Nimmy as my wife. I am 5'8", aged 42, and bald in the front, with hair only on the back of my head. As I am very busy, and get no time to exercise, I have grown a medium size football like pot belly.
When Nimmy wears her four inch heels, she looks taller than me.
It was the night of Nimmy's birthday.
We had dinner at our favourite restaurant that evening, and then went dancing at a club, where we had a few drinks and stayed until closing.
It was the end of October, the climate outside was quite pleasant. It was about 11 pm and the roads were deserted. Though there was no street lights nearby, but being previous day of full moon the light outside was quite romantic. Having taken a couple of drinks in the party, both Nimmy and I were enjoying our company in the car while I was driving. Nimmy was reclining by my side. Nimmy was looking quite sexy as she was wearing a black Chiffon sari with a matching black low cut backless blouse which was transparent and sleeveless too, with matching make up. Blouse being backless, she did not wear a bra. She wore red lipstick and black four-inch high heel sandals and was looking really quite gorgeous in the moonlight.
She wore her sari very low hip well below the navel exposing her flat belly, so that her deep navel was visible. She looked very sexy in this, as her bare and fair body contrasted nicely with the bright moonlight. She wore the traditional jewels, her goose like neck and shoulders decorated with the mangalsutra, settling comfortably at the beginning of her long, deep cleavage, a drop of blood like ruby below the chain, bangles, payals and diamond earrings and a diamond nose ring on her left nose, shining brightly in the moonlight. Her fair, youthful body, with every fold overflowing with sweetness of honey, her erect and sharp nipples piercing her transparent blouse and sari shamelessly, was revolting against their regulations.
I myself enjoyed her unruly youth in this dress. Suddenly, I could feel that the front tyre of my car get punctured on the lonely road. We both got out of our car. Nimmy was in her four inch heels, she was somewhat drunk. As I checked the tyre, Nimmy was loitering on the road, her heavy buttocks and breasts shook and jiggled sexily and lusciously as she walked. The tyre had indeed gone flat. So, I decided to replace the tyre and pulled out the jack and started putting it below the car. Nimmy in the meanwhile walked up and down the moonlit path, swaying her huge breasts and buttocks, fair, smooth glossy stomach and navel in the process watching me replace the flat tyre.
Nimmy started fooling around the car, and we were both getting hotter. Once Nimmy gets going, she needs to get laid.
Nirmala was saying, "darling, I am thinking how exciting it would be if the men are total strangers, and I have no idea who they were! But these are just fantasies, and so they will remain."
I told her, "wait and see, or not see," are you ready for your birthday present?"
Nimmy was kind of shaking. She could have backed out then and I would have called the whole thing off, but she didn't. She enthusiastically said, "yes."
As I was replacing the tyre, suddenly a number of men in black dress, covering their faces with masks surrounded us from all sides. I could feel that they were eying Nimmy. Once the job of replacing the tyre was over, Nimmy took out the water bottle inside the car and helped me to wash my hands.
Suddenly, I could observe that the men rushed to us and stood next to the doors. One of them pulled out his revolver and the other a knife whose blade was shining in the moonlight.
One of the men got very close to Nimmy. Then he held out his hand with a revolver, putting it between Nimmy's boobs and with the barrel, pushed her pallu away from her breasts causing it to fall. Then he pushed the revolver barrel deep inside the cleavage of my beautiful wife. Both Nimmy and me were terrified.
"Why? What is the matter?" I asked them.
"Madam, please don't worry. We won't harm you, if you follow our instructions," he told Nimmy in a hard voice.
"Why? What do you want?" Nimmy asked.
The man stepped closer to her, running his revolver held hand all over her trembling breasts and said, "make the slightest sound, and you are dead, got it, my beauty?"
Nimmy probably got the greatest fright of her life & her face was ash fallen.
She trembled heavily in her fright. Her red lipstick coloured lips shivered, the tremor spread all over to her huge breasts under her thin blouse, brightly shining belly and navel, her large buttocks. Her breasts shivered, her stomach shivered, her buttocks shivered. The man with his left hand held tightly Nimmy's fair right arm. The guy then caught hold of Nimmy by her bare waist, pressing her tightly against him so that his erection pressed against the soft flesh of her belly, put his revolver under Nimmy's pallu & pushing it away made her pallu fall down and started caressing both Nimmy's boobs with his revolver, as she trembled in fear.
The man explained, "if you do not cooperate, I will surely carry out my threat."
I asked them, "hello, what do you want from us? Why are you doing this to us?"
One of the men pushed his revolver into my nose, "shut up, can't you see how quiet your wife is? How she threw down her pallu and is shaking her body to entertain us! Saali mast maal hai teri biwi. Oh, what a product she is, your wife? You also take off your suit and tie and hand them over to us."
He put his revolver held hand now directly inside Nimmy's partially open blouse and openly fondling Nimmy's boobs, he said, "we have developed a liking for your wife, got it? We had not been with a woman for days now at a stretch and today when we saw your wife we are unable to stop ourselves. See how your wife looks when her pallu poori dhal gayi and my revolver held hand is inside her blouse. Oh really, you must be enjoying a lot when you have her every night for yourself?"
Some of the men surrounded me. They had knives and guns in their hands. As soon as I took off my tie, one of the men snatched it. Then they used it to tie Nimmy's hands behind her, but leaving enough space between them.
They tied her hands in a manner allowing enough space for her to move her hands, up to either side of her buttocks. This allowed her enough movement, but restricted the hands from coming forward by any means.
Nimmy tried a little resistance, but one of them started caressing her soft and smooth fleshy belly all over by the sharp blade of his knife and Nimmy completely surrendered herself in fear.
By the time another revolver barrel was pushed into her deep navel. While this was on, I was forced to take off my coat, pants, shirt and vest. I was standing only in underpants, it was so cold, and I was shivering. The wind was cold. They had even taken away my cap; the cold wind was striking hard against my bald head. My hairless, fleshy chest was trembling, both in fear and cold. My pot belly, like a medium size football was also hairless, jutting out of my body. My pillar like legs standing erect, barefoot, as they snatched my shoes and socks too. One of them held the pointed end of a knife on my pot belly. The others tied my hands with a rope behind me, so tight as not to allow the slightest movement.
They brought out my silk handkerchief from my pocket, and put it in my mouth and tied hard to prevent any sound.
Even the slightest attempt to a sound would burst my face. Now they turned to Nimmy, after getting sure of me. The knife blade was caressing her breasts, with her hands tied behind, she helplessly moved herself, but was unable to offer any sort of resistance.
Her nipples were standing erect against her transparent blouse; it seemed they will burst out of her blouse any moment. Now the first man, who had planted his revolver in her cleavage, took his revolver and pressed the barrel against her right nipple, pressing and pushing it into the barrel.
He opened his safety catch in this condition and Nimmy cried in fear, "no, no, please, don't shoot me!"
Another guy pressed his pistol barrel on her left nipple, pushing it into the barrel, "lovely bitch, told you not to speak. If you don't, we do not need to shoot."
I looked at Nimmy. She looked down ashamed, blushing red but not resisting any move as he continued, "see how her heaving breasts are trying to escape into the open by bursting open her blouse! And those huge boobs! She can't walk down the street without showing off her huge watermelon like boobs to the whole world, because her sari pallu dhal jati hai. Such a dress only a chaloo woman can wear. That's why we need your wife under us tonight, understand?"
They were now openly playing with my wife's boobs in front of me & I just couldn't do anything about it. Even Nimmy was savouring to their touch.
Nimmy was blushing red, and now with the hands of the guy on her boobs openly pressing and squeezing her boobs unopposed, had a naughty smile in her eyes.
