It was heartening to have something inside. Closing my eyes I imagined it as cock.

It's wrong I know what I am doing because instead of my husband, my neighbor is going on in my head.

It's all wrong, oh God, how can a conservative wife, that too an happy in her married life can think to fuck her own neighbor hood men.

But, the desire won.

I moved the brinjal in and out of my dripping hole.

The imagination of my random big thing fucking up my cunt was driving me crazy.

With a jolt the door opened.

Kitchen doors never have inner locks.
I turn to see if my husband want something else.

But, For a few seconds I froze in my masturbation, exposing my cunt with the engulped carrot.

Because it's jetha ji.

Jethalal (sounds like soon he will pass out) : Ro.. Roshan bhabhi. Sodhi slept on table.

Then I dropped the vegetable, pulled down my top and tried to be steady. But out of shame I hung my head.

Roshan : okay I will take care of him.

He had a vodka bottle in his hand.

I thought "so he is going" I thought, 'but, now, I am the shameless one who has to run.'

Jethalal went back to living room.

And, I ran out of the kitchen into my bedroom and threw me on the bed, facedown.

I cursed myself for all what happened.

Few seconds later, the mattress quaked by some other weight.

I didn't face up.

I expected my husband but no jethalal ji came following me.

I saw him, It was only him.

He cleared his throat and yet in a hoarse voice called me.

Jetha ji : what happened Roshan bhabhi?

I had no courage to face him and say anything.

I buried my face further into my pillow. But in this moment I forget my ass and pussy is bare to watch.

And not just to watch even to play.

Maybe, he figure out situation better.

So I felt his hand, yes, his hand on my buttocks. I froze.

His hand roamed all over the roundness of my buttocks.

Roshan : what are you doing?

I should have kicked him out, but I didn't.

I could've wriggled out, at least, but I had no mood to do that either.

I interrupted twice.

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