A month had passed since the 42 year old Mrs Vani was gang raped by Gopal and Dev, along with the girl Shanti. Mrs Vani did disclose the event to her husband, but omitted the part where Muthu also had her.
Muthu, her full time assistant, dutifully reported to her sprawling bungalow for work as usual. Muthu was busy arranging all the courtroom paperwork for her sexy lawyer boss, when the couple walked in. She will be having a big court trial the next day.
Mrs Vani had just completed her short jog on her basement treadmill, and she was dripping with sweat. She was still clad in her workout sports bra and tight pink yoga pants. Her delicious pungent Indian smell permeated around the kitchen, giving Muthu a hard on. Her husband was still in his pyjamas.
"It's so hot now in Mumbai, last I checked it was almost 40 degrees!" she cried. "Wished I could dip myself in a cool pool," she sighed.
Muthu tried his luck. "Well, I can bring you to one, Madam." It was a spontaneous reply and Muthu wasn't actually planning to say it, or had any idea what to do afterwards.
"Oh how thoughtful! But I don't have anything to wear." Mrs Vani knew she had put on a reasonable amount of weight, and she could not fit into her swimsuit anymore. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for Muthu, that gave him an idea.
"That's fine, I'll get something for you to wear along the way, Madam," he said.
This time her husband said to her, "Told you he will be a good assistant to you darling."
Oh my God how naive can they be, thought Muthu.
Muthu hurried off to the nearby swim store, and he planned to get the most skimpiest bikini they sell. He told the sales girl it was for his girlfriend, and she was more happy to oblige. He could not wait for the moment his boss would wear this costume.
He drove back to the bungalow and Ms Vani was already waiting at her front porch. "Have you got it for me?" she asked innocently when she sat inside the car.
"Yes Madam, it definitely suits you." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice but Mrs Vani was too hot and bothered to notice.
Nevertheless, Mrs Vani trusted Muthu completely and didn't even bother to see the contents in the bag. She complained again about the hot weather and before long drifted to sleep.
After about an hour, Muthu woke her up from her deep slumber and found herself on a secluded area. It's a shady town with very few people walking around. "We have reached the pool complex, Madam."
Mrs Vani sat up sleepily, and wondered where Muthu had brought her. The place was in an unfamiliar part of Mumbai, but right in front of her there was a building with the signboard "Swimming Pool" on the entrance. Wow, trusts my assistant in finding the right places, she thought happily.
They walked to the entrance and at the doorway there was an old Indian man sitting idly, who Mrs Vani assumed was the security. They saw the sign 50 rupees and Mrs Vani gladly paid the old guy.
She was surprised there was no one else besides them using the pool. There was an Olympic sized pool, but there was also another smaller one behind but her view was obstructed by a wall.
"Let's get change," said Muthu, guiding his boss to the ladies restroom. Mrs Vani was happy that she had a thoughtful assistant as a private pool was exactly what she wants. She was so used to getting stares from men; most men found the way her melons swayed when she walked very seductive and she often caught men staring at her boobs.
Once inside the privacy of the ladies restroom, Mrs Vani finally opened the packaging. She was expecting a modest looking swimsuit that is suitable for a mature mother like her, but instead, she was dismayed and in utter disbelief.
Mrs Vani let out a loud gasp. She held up the flimsy white material and instantly noticed how revealing it would be. Calling it a bikini would be stretching ones imagination, as it was the skimpiest item she had ever seen. The suit was small, even a lot skimpier than the ones she usually wore when she was much younger.
The top consisted of two thin strips of white material that had to be, at the most, only two to three centimetres wide and she was positive that the strips would not cover her areolas. It had an elastic band that went around the chest below a woman's boobs and strings from the top of the front strips that tied around the neck. Mrs Vani spread the material to see exactly how wide it would stretch.
She gasped again when holding up the bottoms. "Oh my, I can't wear this. God, it will barely cover me up!"
Mrs Vani then held the bottom and noticed that it was merely strings attached to the smallest triangle shaped piece of material that was supposed to cover a woman's privates. Unfortunately she had completely ignored shaving her lower region for years and a big mound of dark Indian pubic hair would be visible, coming out of the sides of the thin fabric.
Holding the strings to the side of the small patch, she shuddered. It definitely was going to leave her fully exposed to the rear, as the string would most certainly bury in the crack of her shapely ass.
To put it simply, this was not a swimming costume. There was barely anything to it at all.
"This can't be all of it," said the worried Mrs Vani, rummaging through the packaging bag. Had Muthu wrongly purchased this item? she thought. That silly boy!
"Madam, is anything wrong?" Muthu called from the outside.
Mrs Vani was pissed. "Wrong? Seriously Muthu, you could have easily bought a different swimsuit! Something more modest to cover me up!"
She thought she heard other voices snickering but put it as her imagination. "Sorry Madam," called out Muthu. "I was in a rush and just grab anything I could find."
Mrs Vani decided that since they had came all the way, she might as well get on with it. Furthermore they were the only ones in the pool. She was glad that that was the case as she is a public figure, a hard nosed famous lawyer. What would people think of they saw her, a wife and mother, in a bikini that barely covered her pussy, in a deserted pool?
