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I was completely turned on last night. Roopa flashed her boobs to a delivery guy and let him suck her boobs for a while. An avalanche of erotic thoughts filled my mind. This kept me turned on by her boldness for almost a week.
Roopa might have fucked 100s of guys before marriage. She was fucked by 3 guys right in front of my eyes at the stripper club where she was working. But that night, when she let a stranger suck her boobs after marriage, it gave me a whole new flavour of sexual urge.
I was confused that I was not only okay with a stranger sucking my wife’s boobs, but I was also fucking horny by the way she seduced him.
There wasn’t much action in our lives after that incident. Roopa and I felt we needed a break from the routine of life. So there came a long weekend, with the festival of Holi. We planned for an outing as we had 3 days to spend.
I told Roopa the plan of going to a specific place in Karnataka that is about 5 hrs drive from my place, to spend a day or two. She immediately got excited and packed the things. We left our apartment on Friday morning.
Roopa was wearing a purple crop top that showcased half the length of her cleavage and a black floral skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath as it was summer and she generally didn’t wear one. Her skirt was just above her knee.
We had fun on the way, and she kept telling me all the naughty things she’d do to me when we reached the hotel. I was turned on by the way she described sex and all the kinky things she had in her mind.
The empty highway and the erotic things Roopa kept telling me made me extremely horny. We got bored of the highway and we took a scenic village route for a while for a change. The village was nice and green. Hills surrounded me and we had some fresh air around us.
I drove slowly. I had a lot of time to reach the hotel as our stay starts from 2 pm at the hotel. We stopped for breakfast in a small restaurant just at the entrance of the Village. As Roopa got out of the car, 5 men having breakfast stopped eating and stared at Roopa’s exposed navel and thighs.
As it was a village on the outskirts of Pune, the men saw Roopa as they had never seen a girl in their lives. Roopa wasn’t even hesitant; she walked boldly and took a seat in the restaurant. We had breakfast and all I noticed is the men trying to get more view of Roopa’s cleavage and navel.
Roopa smiled at me, knowing she was the centre of attraction there. Roopa’s nipples became hard, and it was poking her t-shirt. A guy noticed it and he signalled his friend to look at Roopa’s nipples.
They both kept staring at Roopa when she got up to wash her hands. The shape of Roopa’s round nipples were clearly visible on her top. Roopa became restless in a while as all that attention triggered her exhibitionist character. I paid for the food, and we left in our car.
In just a while, Roopa rubbed her thighs and gave me a slutty look. I understood that, and I said it’s only a couple of more hours to reach the hotel. She rubbed her navel and pulled her crop top to a level where it just looked like a bra. I could easily see that she’s become horny.
I continued for a while past the village into a barren space of land. I wasn’t sure how long it would be to the highway, and I felt like I had to take a leak.
It looked like we had gone in to a vast space of empty green land without a single home or any public toilets, we couldn’t see anything like a house or so till our eyes could reach. But I saw an old man walking on the road with his walking stick.
There wasn’t anybody else on the road, so I stopped the car just ahead of him, and I got out. Roopa followed me. He looked like he’d be around mid-70s. He was wearing glasses just like any old men would be wearing.
‘Dadaji, Do you know any public toilets on the way?’ I asked him in Hindi.
He turned and looked at me, and Roopa, I’m sure he instantly noticed Roopa’s unusually rolled up croptop and her nipples poking hard on it. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, and he almost forgot what I asked.
I asked him again, to which he said, ‘Beta, aap kahi bhi kar sakte hain, koi nahi aane wala.’ (Son, you can piss anywhere here; nobody is going to come here.) And he smiled.
Before I replied, Roopa interrupted and said, ‘Dadaji, ladies keliye?’
I didn’t expect she’d ask, but I didn’t say anything either. ‘Aap bhi beti, kahi bhi karo, ye gaav hai,’ (you too dear, this is a village), he said it in a teasing way, he smiled at Roopa to tease her, as we were strangers to him.
He sounded like a pervert and he expected some awkward reaction from Roopa. (He clearly didn’t know about what Roopa is capable of)
Roopa and I looked at each other for a while. The old man thought Roopa was embarrassed by his perverted comment. I knew Roopa was already horny from the attention she got at the village restaurant.
He then added ‘haan.. karo.. idhar bhi karo.. main toh budda hun, main theek se nahin dekh bhi sakata hun’ (you can piss anywhere, I’m too old and my eyesight is not so clear either). He gave a wicked laugh and tried to embarrass Roopa and get her reaction. Roopa, instead, looked plain; she stared right at him.
I noticed the old man staring at Roopa’s top and her exposed navel.
Just when I turned to Roopa to tell her something, but, she did the unimaginable. She took a few steps away from us. Stood at the edge of the road, straight from where the old man and I were standing. Standing right in front of us, just a few feet away, she put her hands under her skirt and pulled her panty down, stepped out from her panty, took it in her hand and threw it to me. I grabbed her wet panties.
I didn’t expect this, the old man didn’t even have a clue about Roopa’s inner self. She lifted off her skirt completely above her waist, exposing her clean-shaven dark pussy, gathered the skirt as much as she could, squeezed it with her hands and held it well above her waist to give us a clear view. Her bottom half was fully exposed to me and the old man. The old man completely forgot I, Roopa’s husband, was standing right in front of him; his eyes were locked onto the shiny black pussy of Roopa. His mouth opened a bit.
She didn’t squat yet, instead she stood there bottomless, turned her head both ways to check whether anybody was coming, took her time flashing her thick thighs and puffy pussy to us. After confirming nobody was in sight, she squatted down, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy lips. She didn’t look at the old man or me. It took a while for her to start pissing, by then we could see her Pink inner pussy that was wet. The old man froze in shock, little did he know that he’d be watching a young girl piss in front of him, showing her pussy.
Roopa started pissing finally, it was a power-piss to be accurate, I never in my life thought that a girl’s piss could reach so far. Her piss was almost reaching us. It seemed like Roopa didn’t pee from morning. I saw the old man’s hand going in between his dhoti and reaching his dick. Without minding me he was touching his dick and I could see his dick in between the gap of his dhoti. Roopa was pissed for a while; her piss was landing just inches away from the old man’s legs. His shrunk dick was getting hard, and he moved his leg slowly towards Roopa’s piss. Roopa too didn’t move or adjust, as he moved his leg a bit more, Roopa’s piss was hitting right at his ankle, and his leg was fully wet. His dick was almost fully exposed now, maybe 3 inches long and a bit hard.
Roopa saw him stroking his dick, and she spread her legs wider to tease him. She lifted her hip a bit higher, aiming her piss at him. She pushed a bit hard, and her piss reached his hip level. The old man shamelessly smiled at her. Roopa’s piss was hitting directly at him, and his dhoti was completely wet.
Just as she finished pissing, she got up and didn’t let her skirt down. She walked towards us, exposing her pussy to get in the car. As she walked past between us, her hand brushed against the old man’s dick as he was holding it out.
He was continuously smiling at her as she got in to the car giving him a nice view of her beautiful ass.
I too got in the car. The old man stood there shaking his dick till we left the place.
I knew Roopa would do anything if she’s horny, but flashing her pussy and pissing in front of a 70-year-old man? I got to know that only then.
In the next part, we celebrated Holi among a bunch of strangers, waiting to know how things went right.