Episode : 4
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Munmun and her husband went out in the evening to Supriyadevi’s house and had a good time with the veteran actress. However this time no one got drunk and they were both back home by 10:00 at night.
Their maid was there to greet them at the door, like last time, though Munmun didn’t remember what had happened. She gave her husband a peck and said “I’m exhausted and feeling sleepy…. heading up to bed. Don’t be too late, dear”.
As she left the room she turned her head and whispered, “And try to be sober….. since the maid arrives, I notice you always checking her. Control yourself…..and try to remember your position and status. I don’t like any type of scandal.”
Parveen smiled hearing her Didimoni’s caution for her husband. But she didn’t notice that the couple were grinning secretly with her at the same time.
As Munmun left the drawing room, Parveen told her Dadababu to wait for some time. He obeyed as he sat down and turned on the TV. A new movie of his wife ( Boidurjya Rahasya ), just released…… going on as he started watching it. Ten minutes later he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He turned his head and his throat went tight.
There was Parveen, her long black hair brushed to a shining sheen and down around her shoulders. She had on a jacket… too short. It was made with really some thin fabric that was more ‘not there’ than there. It stopped at her mid-thighs….. too much transparent….. clearly showing what was underneath.
Underneath was a satin lace bra that supported the bottom of the boobs, and
covered nothing. It was deep red. The panties had the same dark red satin around the edges…. everything else was as visible as the thin jacket was.
Through that fabric he could see her light black curly pubes, and two fat pussy lips that had formed a distinct camel toe between the juncture of her legs. On her feet were little slippers of dark black satin with white fluffy feathers on the toes.
Manish chuckled noticing the teen maid’s alluring beauty…… his prick bloomed in his pants. She looked FABULOUS….. positively EDIBLE…… as she felt herself excited. He knew what was running through her mind. She was old enough to be sure as to whether she looked good… or stupid. She knew what this outfit was SUPPOSED to do, or having the effect to others.
“You’re gorgeous, Paru honey,” he said in some hypnotized state.
She beamed and said, “I got it… just for you, Dadababu. Kind of anyway. I mean I can’t wear it at our house.”
“No doubt about that,” he said. “And I want to show YOU something too….. and it’s you which creates this.”
He stood up. In less than five seconds he had dropped his pants. Tonight he hadn’t worn any underwear, just in case he could have a little flirtation with Supriya aunty while she too could have to play with his cock. So when his pants dropped, his cock was proudly jutting out obscenely from his hairy crotch, angled up slightly, ready to party.
“That’s how your beauty have the impact upon me.” he said calmly.