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Adultery A Wife- slut or innocent

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Chapter 5 : Making of a Slut! -1

Neelam, slowly entered the main hall of the Farm house come bungalow. The living room, had lots of people. There were some guys with guns, couple of maids, and also couple of old fellows. The dining table there had a buffet of breakfast lead, may be was for all the bodyguards, couple of local cops were also there in uniform. There was an elderly lady, not really elderly, but may be in her late 40s , who was ordering the house-helps, for all the chores extra. Her eyes falls on Neelam, and she without even asking her for why she has come, and without saying the words, tells her by sign only to go up. Other people in the room, did not even notice Neelam, as if it was routine affair of that place.


Neelam earlier felt little more relieved seeing so many people in the living room, but then as she was directed to go upwards, she felt little uneasy. But slowly slowly she decided to clime the stairs which took her to the top area of the bungalow. It looked that most of the rooms extra, were down only and family members stayed at the top. As climbed the stairs, she found another door, as she opened the door, there was a lavish bedroom. Bedroom had lighting which looked very antique. Bed was huge, and beside lay a couch. The room was empty, but air con was on. She stayed at the door admiring the interior of bedroom, which was not lacking a classic . It was no doubt that this was Patel's room only. There were other 3 or 4 rooms also on the top, but all were locked from outside. So, she knew which door she had to entered. The room was surprisingly quiet. There was a small bar which was made at the side, which had some brands lead in a nice classic way. In secular reality, looking at Patel, no one can say that he had this nice taste. In a normal scenario Neelam would have got very impressed by his taste!.

She waited for few minutes, but then her tension had increased her pressure. So she thought of going to loo and relieve herself. She was still standing at the door. She tried to do the recce of the room, to look for bathroom, but found it difficult to locate. The pressure was now becoming little difficult for her to control, she heard a voice of a lady, turn around she was the same lady, who she had seen below.

"Bathroom is that side, she pointed towards a big mirror , bathroom is behind that, just press that button (green one), it is needed in these places for safety, as you know Saheb has many enemies", and she herself went and presses the button for her. Huge bathroom, with jaccuzi, was in front of her.

" Saheb will take sometime, you can relax, and also if you want you can call us for any help, I have kept some breakfast for you, you will need it " and she left Neelam again alone.

Neelam started to pee, but as she was peeing, her thoughts again went back to the incident which has happened to her since day. As she tried to wipe out her pussy after peeing, she could feel that it was wet, it was not wet of the urine, but of the thoughts and experience she had.

"What is happening to me, I am crazy " Neelam thought in her mind. But she was also feeling guilty as she had not felt something like that ever before in her life. Her eyes were also now little moist, as when the lust inside her came down.

"I should not be feeling like this, this is not good, why I am feeling like this, this is not good". She washed her face many times, so as to calm her self, and as it happens, as the lust subsidized so came back her inner calmness, and as the calmness returned so was her anxiety and fear. She was feeling ashamed!.

She continued to be in washroom, for some more time. She was feeling more calmer here. But she could be inside here for so long, so she decided to go back to the room. Escaping from here was no possibility, she was cursing her luck and cursing her Principal for putting her into this situation. As she came out of the door, there she saw Patil, along with another guy, who was much younger seating on the couch and having their whisky.

"Oh welcome Neelam Madam ( the voice has more taunt) then respect in it. Would you like to drink, he said in local dialect once again"

It was just around 12 in the afternoon, and he was drinking. This was real shocker for Neelam, she hated man who drank. The other younger guy was looking at Neelam, his eyes had lust, craziness and animality in it. But it also had a sense of appreciation in it. Neelam's eyes became down after looking at the way the guy was steering at her. Then she looked at Patel, and said

"Sir, please let me go, I am not that kind of woman, and also school function is there in the evening, if we don't reach on time, what will other teachers and people think, please sir, I am also not so good looking, why are you doing this to me".

Patel, did not even bothered to replied to her. He smiled and looked at the younger guy, and then said to him in his local dialect only

"Whore, is innocent", and than both of them started to laugh like crazy, and then as to change his emotion he said to Neelam,

"Saali, in the car you were enjoying the kissing, and now you are showing me that you are innocent. You made me wait for so long, and you think I will leave u like this, better will be you agree to it on your own."

Neelam was still standing near the Bathroom door, and than the younger guy said in a firm and loud voice " Come here you bitch" he said this in perfect English.

Neelam got really scared by his tone, she slowly walked towards the couch, and stood near them. Again the young guy spoke

" Arey, come sit here, from today, it is going to be your new birth " He smiled. Patel was not even doing anything to stop the guy. Neelam was feeling insulted and also was little scared of the way both were chatting. The younger guy was the one who was doing the more topic, Patel was drinking and busy more at scrolling his mobile. He did not even bother to look at Neelam once. He was the boss, and his authority was well established.

Putting her ass little forward, Neelam sat on one of the empty couches. The table had lots of snacks , and they both were drinking an expansive brand of scotch. Patel looked at Neelam, " Why are you seating so far, come here seat near me" he ordered. Patel was talking in Hindi only. He was expressionless and was little rude.

Neelam did not move from her place, she was quiet and watching both of them, as if she had decided what is going to happen to her.

The younger guy, did not even bothered to ask Neelam, and poured a beer can on one of the glasses.

Neelam just said, " Sir , I donot drink " her voice had anxiety

Patel looked at her said, " Did I ask you ra.. "

The younger guys, said more politely and looked at her " Drink, beer is the start. You will need it, you will feel better "

Neelam, in anxiety and fear, galloped the whole beer glass in one go. I guess she was thirsty too. Both Patel and the younger guy, smiled but were shocked too.

But Patel could not stop before saying the comment " Saali, she will give me full satisfaction!! "

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Neelam was galloping the second glass of her beer. She was nervous, plus there was a sense of unease , but as she was having one glass after another, her nervousness was getting more calmer. The two continued to make nasty jokes on her once in a while. Neelam was seating next to Patel, and the younger guy was seating next to Neelam. Neelam was again and again teaching her Mangalsutra, so as to remind her self that she is married, or may be hoping for the miracle.

Patel was getting nastier with the time. He would at times touch Neelam's breasts from outside, or put his hands inside her Peti-coat from behind. Everytime he would put his hands inside her hidden assets, Neelam would get a craziness. Though she had composed her self till now, but the beer had now started to enter her head. The memory swept in front of her eyes, " when she would shout at her husband for smoking inside the house", but now here was 2 men, smoking in front of her. The smoke of cigarette would always make her cough, but today the smoke was making her feel good. Though she was still scared, and once in a while would repeat her dialogue of " Sir , please let me go, I am not that kind of woman". That dialogue was also now boring like the repeated tape.

Tearing the other packet of Gutka, he threw the packet just below. He looked at younger guys and gave him some direction via his eyes. He looked at Neelam, who was binding her two legs in fear, but surprisingly there was no resistance from her. She had already finished her 3 glasses of beer in fear. She was still sweating and was nervous, but still there was no resistance from her. As Patel chewing his Gutka, moved his mouth towards Neelam, she momentarily tried to took her face little back to avoid his kiss. This action of hers, made already drunk Patel very furious, stopping himself, he puked the chewing Gutka on her face, abusing her again in his local dialect he shouted " You bitch" and before Neelam could recover herself from that, he pasted both his lips on her. Initially Neelam, resisted but slowly she started to respond to his kiss. This time kiss of Patel was little more forcing, he had thrown all the Gutka he was chewing inside the tongue of Neelam, Neelam was enjoying the kiss so beautifully, that she did not even realize Patel's action .

As Patel was busy lip-locking Neelam, the younger guy in a flash started to lick the feet of Neelam. As he removed her sandals, Neelam was so involved in kissing Patel, that tickling of her feet made her struggle. Patel was holding Neelam very tightly. The younger guy was licking Neelam's feet like an expert. He sucking her one finger after another of the feet. Neelam was feeling ticklish but pleasure, she wanted to moan but mouth to mouth kiss was not letting her bring that moan out. Looking at the toe ring ( Indian married ladies wear a toe-ring), he was in his job like an expert. Then he had a wild idea, he dropped few drops of Scotch on her feet, and with his tongue sucked up the whiskey which had fallen of her feet. The every team he would lick the feet of Neelam, he would get crazy. Slowly and slowly he would take the Saree up of Neelam. Neelam's feet were never kissed by anyone ever. Somehow this kissing of her feet was making her crazier and crazier.

Slowly and slowly , the younger guy continued to lick her legs. As he continued to take her Saree up, her naked legs, and thighs were exposed to him. He continued to drop the drop of Scotch on her legs, he continued to lick her thighs, and as Neelam struggle to keep her pace with the heavy kissing of her Patel. Panties of Neelam were now seen, her Saree was now till her waist. The pantie of Neelam were little bigger in size, it was not sexy at all, but normal underwear a mature women would wear. As Younger guy started to drop, drops of scotch on her panties, Neelam had locked her legs in excitement, despite the kissing still going on, her moaning could be heard. Slowly he removed her panties in a flash. Neelam had bushes, as she had not shaved her pussy for ages. She hardly shaved them. But it was not difficult for that younger guy to search for the pinkish pussy amidst the bush. Dropping scotch on her bushy vagina, licking it with his tongue, had made Neelam go for her First Orgasm!

"Saali, she is a slut ", he exclaimed getting the wet juice from her pussy in his hands. Wiping her juice from his finger, and putting another in the scotch glass he exclaimed in victory . " Patel sahib, you are genius".

Patel was smiling sheepishly, looking at his victory declaration. He smiled back at Neelam, who was not feeling little embarrased. Her Hairs were open, her lips were reddish, and pinch of blood was coming out from the other. Her Saree was up till her vest, and her panties were removed. She tried to put her hands covering the pussy which was uncovered without underwear. The Gutka Patel had thrown inside her mouth , she was chewing it. Her head was more stable now. She was feeling the guilt now. The way younger guy and Patel had aroused her emotions and passion, the hidden passion which was somehow hidden inside her. She was feeling like a slut!

She was silent, but there was no end to it, she wanted more. She wanted them to fuck her now!

But both Patel and younger guy were veteran, they exactly knew how to arouse a woman, and make her crazy, and that is what they both were doing, the game had just begun!

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Neelam, was sweating, despite the fact that Aircon, was at her minimum temp. She was now feeling like a slut. She enjoyed the licking and small action, which just took place. But she was silent. Her dignity was not allowing her to say anything or speak about anything. Her eyes were down, the pallu of Saree was down. Her stripe of bra could be seen from the side of blouse. She was not doing anything to adjust it. Her lips were red, the Guthka was still inside her mouth, which she was chewing, as spitting it would have given a wrong signal. Patel and the younger guy were both enjoying their drinks, the topic for them was Neelam. They both looked like a avid drinker, and despite having drunk half of bottle they both still were in their senses. But there taunt to Neelam were becoming rude and more abusive. For Neelam this was some new experience. She was a respected lady, as her husband and she both were the eldest in the family. In school also, as she was a senior teacher and always looked at by respect from everyone. She had got used to be called as Aunty or Mam. Her family also as she was the eldest were to call in a very respectful manner. In college also, hardly any one had ever proposed her. Even her friends were too respectful to her in college.

"Saali, Raand, BKL, Chut, " were few of the abuses being shared by the two.

The younger guy, who was more lenient and more polite in his talks, he was also abusing her now.

"She is real slut!" Boss, he said completing his drink. Neelam's eyes were still down, as if struggling with the reality which was just sinking in, she was behaving like a slut. Her pussy was wet, and she enjoyed the brutal kissing of her lips and licking of her legs. The juice from her pussy was still coming out, as if she had just reached an orgasm. But she had still not lost her senses. She opened the another can beer and galloped inside her in one go. She did not make any effort to take back her Pallu. Her Saree was now little loosened , and her Peti-coat was visible. But again she did not make any attempts of fix it. Due to brutal kiss by Patel, her top two buttons of her blouse were open, but she did not do anything to close them. The beer was having her impact on her mind. She was feeling dizzy, but horny. Her Sandals were thrown quiet far from the sofa now.

Patel looked at Neelam, and then gestured towards the young guy, the most important thing was that both of them were just gesturing each other. Patel was now also feeling the heat, may be due to his age or he may have taken extra than what he generally took. But he was still in control. The young guy went towards the drawer, and getting a remote, played a nice English Music. Then he gestured towards Neelam and said " Come lets dance"

Neelam looked at him, as if someone had broken her sleep, and little dizzied, her voice was cracking " I... I don't know how to dance", her eyes were red as alcohol was making her dizzy. She was still in control, but her voice and body had now started to experience the effect of alcohol.

The young guy, just pulled her towards himself in one go. Making some space near the bed, holding her from his hands he started to help her make dance moves.

Patel, who finished his another peg, took the smart phone from his mobile, and gestured towards the young guy

"Abey is raand ko nangie kaar , BKL , nangie kaar" ( Make this whore naked , you mother fucker, make her naked" and he pressed his record button to record the action, via his expensive mobile phone.

The Younger Guy, was holding Neelam very tightly in his hands. Neelam was acting as if she cannot dance, but due to his tight grip was she was automatically following his commands. She did not hear what Patel asked him. Her body temperature was hot, may be due to fire which was burning inside her she was deaf. Her eyes were closed, and she was kind of enjoying the music being played. But before she could realise, like an artist the younger guy had disrobed her Saree.

The Saree had fallen down, and Neelam was now dancing in Peti-coat and just a blouse. Her breasts were little bigger than the size, may be due to the hotness she was facing inside.

But before she could realize, the younger guy had untied the knot holding her peti-coat, she did try to stop it from falling but, her hands were being hold by the younger guy. She was now in her underwear and blouse, her undies were little old fashioned, so as to cover her big size buttocks!

She was feeling little shy, but she was unable to do anything to do anything. The young guy posted his lips on her lips.

Mr Patel, was recording the video of their fun from all angles, it seemed to make him more horny. Modesty of Neelam, was now being played with slowly, but efficiently, and before she could recover from her kiss, Patel slowly moved her undies down till her ankel, and inserted his finger inside her asshole, with holding camera of mobile in other hand.

"BKL, she is too sexy" and Neelam could just shout "oucccch, slowly, it pains".

The younger guy smiled back at Neelam, taking her hands to his thing and smiled " Pain has just begun, you whore"

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Patel's finger unexpectedly had some kind of cream, which were entering her tight ass hole very conveniently. Her ass was paining due to the friction his fingers were creating inside her ass hole. With other fingers he was manipulating her bushy pussy. The younger guy was constantly kissing Neelam on her lips. The pain she was suffering due to her ass manipulation, was getting little harder with each passing moment. Patel had first inserted one finger, than two, and now he had entered 3 fingers inside her ass. Neelam was shouting in pain now. She was feeling the heat!

But Younger guy was not living her any chance to breathe. His kiss was hard, but gentle. He had pushed his mouth and tongue inside her mouth. He was at times touching her breasts from outside her blouse. But he did not even for a while left her lips empty. He looked like a professional kisser, more classical , firm but hard. His kiss continued to be little aggressive. He would massage her breasts once in a while. Neelam was struggling for breath. Plus the way her Ass-hole (Gaand), was being manipulated aggressively, she was struggling between joy and pain.

It was not before Patel was fully satisfied that he continued to finger her Ass. Then slowly he took a step back, and again holding the camera of his mobile, he started to record the action.

Then he shouted in local dialect " BKL Nanga kar saali raand ko " ( Remove the clothes of this whore you mother fucker"

It was these words, that the younger guy removed his lips from her lips. The lips of Neelam were swollen from the hard kiss. She entered her right hand finger inside her asshole, to check the damage. The pain was still there on her ass, but the kiss had made her feel better. As she inserted the finger inside her ass, and trying to catch-up the breathe, she realize that Patel was recording her video!.

Keeping her finger inside her ass, she said " Sir, please do-not record, sir I am cooperating sir " she said as if realizing that her underwear was down, and her breasts were visible.

Before she could react, the younger guy teared the blouse she was wearing from the front. Alongside her blouse, her bra also got teared. All the buttons of her blouse broke apart with the intensity of his pressure. Her boobs which may be 36 d in size got exposed. The color of her nipples were little dark brownish, and spread little more than normal. Her finger were still inside her ass, as the pain had not decreased.

She was not covering her bushy pussy, but there was this fear on her eyes. As her blouse and born were completely teared apart & whatever pieces were left, were also thrown away by the younger guy. Her bangles, her mangalsutra, and her toe-rings were the only thing which was left in her body. Her bushes were wet, and she was in a great pain inside her ass. Her bigger buttocks were being pressed constantly by Patel.

As she stood naked in front of Patel and younger guy, and Patel taking her video from all angles, she could not resist the insult she was being met.

But suddenly, the younger guy removed all his clothes. He had a six pack and was more younger and fitter than she expected. His penis was also little bigger than normal size. Perhaps penis of her husband was far more smaller than hers. Here she saw such a big penis for the first time in her life. Though she was trying her best to hide her lust, but despite her efforts, she was unable to hide the expression of her eyes. Her eyes had an expression of surprise or fear too. Inside she was not able to believe that she could feel so lusty in her real life.

Patel and younger guy looked like a veteran, they both may have fucked countless woman like Neelam earlier, and for them her expression was not unique. On the contrary they both were surprised by the cooperation she was giving. Both had not estimated that she would be so supportive or hot. There logic of-course was that simple woman are more horny and wild, but till now Neelam had not made any move, which was natural as this was her first time.

Looking at the reaction of Neelam, the younger guy looked at Patel and then said " Hold it, don't you want to touch it, touch it and feel it ", and before Neelam could react he put her hands directly on his penis!

Neelam was touching first time in her life penis of another man, who was stranger. She had not even hold penis of her husband properly earlier. But she could not resist, the lust and charm she felt. The man was handsome, perfect body, what else a woman will want in her life. But for her this was a different experience, though hesitating at first, but then her lust took over her. She was already naked , and she thought if she likes it or not like it, she is gonna get laid. So why not just go ahead and enjoy. Though externally everyone thought of Neelam as a very rigid person, but she was also wise and practical person.

Holding his penis in her hands, slowly her grip tighten up. The penis was so big was that it was not fitting in her hands but somehow she was feeling very horny now. The younger guy then looked at her eyes, and gestured her to suck. Sucking was out of question for Neelam, she never had sucked the dick before, and size of his dick was far bigger than normal. This was the only resistance she had shown till now, and which did not go ok with Patel.

"Saali whore, suck it" he ordered with a very strict tone, and then said " Suck his other wise I will ask you to suck two dicks at a time"

Before she could react, the younger guy had pushed her head down, and her penis was now touching her lips, with lot of resistance she opened her mouth swallowing the big penis inside her mouth.

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Initial hesitancy, slowly lead to stroking of Penis inside her mouth. The young guy continued to force his penis inside her mouth. He was completely naked and was stroking his penis inside her mouth as a fit porn star. With each moment his stroke would increase with intensity. Neelam had never sucked any dick in her life, she was struggling to keep up the pace. In between he would press her breasts or pinch them so as to make her continue with and intensity. As he was on verge of cumming, he removed his dick from her mouth. So as to give it a little relieve and may be to extend his cumming.

"Did you like it slut", he screamed. This time it was not politeness but sheer joy and his inner lust which made him shout loud. He looked at Patel, who had lowered his underwear, and his penis was at his peak. He seemed to enjoying the act which was going on.

Without wasting his time, he pulled Neelam towards the bed. She followed him . She was now lying down with at her back. The young guy again inserted his penis inside her mouth, as if to start the second session of sucking. But now Neelam was more comfortable sucking his dick. She had learnt within one session the total art of sucking. In the mean time as she was sucking his dick, Patel quietly closed his mobile

Taking the glass of his whiskey in his hands, he quietly walked towards Neelam. He had removed his Pyjama and Underwear. He was still wearing the Kurta.

Slowly he started to drop the whiskey from his glass to the bushy vagina of Neelam, she could feel the cold. As she wanted to check what was happening, but the young guy who was holding her head, did not allow her to move it out. Before she could figure out, tongue of Patel was working like magician on the bushy vagina. His tongue was licking every drop of alcohol which was dropping on her bushes. Every time he would lick the whiskey drop, he would lick it. The salty juices dropping from her pussy, was not only surprising Patel, but were making him more horny. He was silent. Neelam who initially tried to close her legs, was now opening her legs voluntarily to enjoy the licking. Her husband had never licked her pussy ever!

But before, action could have resumed further, the younger guy had cummed all his sperm inside the mouth of Neelam. Her did not allow Neelam to spit it out, but aggressively continued to hold his dick inside her mouth, ensuring each and every part of his cum goes inside the mouth of Neelam. Neelam struggled to swallow the cum inside her mouth, and even felt like vomiting it but before she could do that, Patel had entered her pussy without wearing any condom.

"Sir condom please condom", she shouted but it was too late. He had already started to fuck her pussy.

Unexpectedly, Patel was very energetic fucker. He continued to fuck her like anything. He stroked may be for few minutes extra than normal that day. He was a master. He did not cum easily inside her. His penis was smaller than younger guy. But his stamina was not even 50% less than the normal guy. But yes after he cummed, he looked completely tired due to the exhaustion he had gone through.

Then looking at the younger man, he said " MKL, bahut garam hai iski chut, BKL, maaza aagaya, lagta hai bahut pyasi hai" ( Mother fucker, she is too hot, looks like her pussy has been hungry for so many years, I just loved it".

The younger guy also replied " Yes sir, you are the best, BKL, her pussy is just not ready to rest"

Then they finished there remaining bottle of alcohol. Neelam was still lying naked on the bed, as if tired after such a hot session. Her pussy had never been used the way it got used today. Her body was never used the way it was used today. For her it was new experience. But, also it brought lots of guilt inside her, she wanted to sleep but she was still not sure what these guys are upto.

It was already 4 in the afternoon. The function was starting at 7 pm, and if Neelam had not reached school, 100% people would have got worried. Looking at younger guy, he said " Ready her, I need to leave in 30 minutes, I will finish my work, Rashi (maid), will get her new clothes", and Patel left out from the room.

Neelam naked was still lying on the bed. Her head was paining, as she had drank almost 4 bottles of beer today. She never had touched alcohol in her life and today was the first day she drank. Her head was rotating 180 degrees, she was feeling as if some drums were beating on her head, plus she was feeling as if her pussy, her lips, and her ass, all have swollen due to the beating it had got. Her legs were paining, the pain of exertion.She was feeling tired both mentally and physically. But inside she was also feeling extremely satisfied.

She was not in a position to think anything, & neither she wanted to.

The young guy came to her and said, "time to get ready, lets take shower", this time he was polite and more cordial. "you did good " he said.

Helping her get up from the bed, he pressed a switch on the bed, and took her to the bathroom.

The younger guy, thoroughly cleaned her showering the water on her from the shower pump. Putting soap on her body, he looked at the bush which was mushrooming on her pussy, he said " You want to remove them"

Neelam looked little surprised but what he said. But before she could answer anything to him, he had already hold the razor in his hand. Slowly and steadily he removed the every inch of bush which was on her pussy. Everytime the hair will drop her pussy will just come out blooming like anything!

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In few minutes, the bushes of vagina were back on the ground. She had never shaved her pussy in life, thats why her bushes, were very had stuck in loops. They were very rushed, and hairs were hard. The guy could not stop from saying " Saali, did you ever shave , looks like I am doing their mundan for the first time"

Slowly, the whole bushes from her vagina, was removed. The guy was moving razor on her hairs efficiently, and within moment all her public hairs were removed. Behind the public hairs was hidden the jewel, which man call as Pussy..... He looked at her pussy, as if her astonished by what he saw in his eyes. It was very clean, little big in size, but still looked tighter for her age. It was bright pink, and little swollen due to the pounding it had received but put his tongue inside her Pussy, so as to kiss her and appreciate it. To his surprise, his pussy was still juicy!

"Fuck", he said, you are still hot!, "You are real bitch "


His words were said more of excitement, and also with this sense of victory. He fingered her pussy for another couple of minutes, and within minutes the juices from her pussy started to flow again. Putting his tongue again inside the pussy, so as to taste the salty juice which was flowing via her pussy. But time was less, so he had no time. But still he could not resist one more time to finger her juicy pussy. Then he looked at the watch which was hanging above the mirror " Get ready, boss will be anytime back".

He left the bathroom, immediately, pressing his dick. "Wow" he said once more.

Neelam, was still naked, her hands were on her pussy. She was herself so surprised, but the way her vagina was reacting to being played. She was transforming into a different kind of women. The way her pussy was being exploited, and important thing was the way she was reacting to this was what making her guilty. There was no control she had on her emotions. Every time, her passion would flow with a different degree, in a normal circumstances, she would have reacted in a different way or she always wanted this was the question which was bothering her. This was the lonely moment she was waiting for silently for ages, then she suddenly realized that she has to get ready. But then her thought was that, her blouse and lingerie were already teared in the passionate storm.

She tried to see her shaved pussy in the mirror and her self got a surprise. Her asshole was still paining, despite repeated attempts she was unable to ascertain the damage it had done inside her ass-hole. She tried her best from all angels to check the damage, but she could not. She was some how finding her pussy also to be little more swollen. But anyways. she started the shower. She washed herself as if trying to wash-away the sins she had created. She cleaned her pussy and ass, plenty of time. Gargle her mouth, so as it get the germs out. She wanted to be in bathroom till eternity, but a knock on the door kind of alerted her. Grabbing the fresh white color towel she rushed out of the bathroom.

She found a new Saree and new blouse, which was already laid on the bed. Side there was a hot black color lingerie. The panty was more like a thong & bra was just small lace which were hardly able to cover her boobs. She looked at them for sometime. She cannot go to school function wearing these clothes. She looked here and there as if worried. Then she saw the same maid who had taken her to this room in the morning.

"Saheb has asked you wear these clothes " She said in local dialect, "I will help you to wear them"

Neelam, knew that she has to wear these lingeri, and purposefully it was selected for her, she wanted to argue, but she knew there was no point, already her original lingerie was teared. She still tried her luck " But I cannot wear these, they are to small for me"

The lady, just steered back at her " Saheb said to wear then it means to wear, otherwise he will just take u naked only, so better wear , I could get whatever he asked me to get".

Neelam had no choice, the thong lace was too tight and small for her, but she wore it somehow. Its lining had some gel like material, which was just making it stick to her pussy and ass. Her ass had become little larger after wearing the thong!

The bra was just a lace, and two cup like black color, were just like small curtain covering her boobs. The blouse was little tighter than she normally wore. It was little deep cut from behind and also little more deeper from outside. The maid helped her to wear the bra. Her two big boobs were hanging from the blouse like two big papaya. The bra she was wearing was good as no bra.

Wearing the peticoat and then saree, which was tied below her navel, as instructed by the maid. Maid only helped her redo her hairs, and some light make up. There was a high heel of exactly her size, which was also ready. Luckily Neelam was to wear heels, but these were little too bigger than her normal heels. She had struggle to put her feet inside the heels.

The innocent lady inside Neelam, had now been killed, and she had taken a new birth. She was ready for the new adventure, new challenge, and new kind of life which she would face now.

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It took the maid to finish her make up and relaid her dress and Saree in a new style. Panties of Neelam were to tight, and they had gel which every time would touch with her pussy, would bring some vibrations to her pussy. The back side would get stick to her ass. Nipples of her boobs were hardly been hidden behind her bra. Perhaps her blouse were trying their best to hold on to her big boobs. Though she had covered her blouse with the Pallu. Also the blouse was little more tighter and sexier than normal blouses she was to wear. She had never tied her saree below her navel, her cleavage was more than visible at normal scenario. She was feeling little uncomfortable, but she had no choice.

The younger guy, again came down, "It is time, Saheb is waiting, it is already 5 pm, we will need at least 2 hours to reach the school".

Neelam hurriedly rushed to the stair-case, climbing down the stairs along with the young guy. Patel was already inside the car waiting for her. There was another car in front. His car now had a bouncer- body guard also. May be because he was going to attend the function, may be because he was going as a VIP to the school annual function. As she entered the car, he gave her a tablet two tablets, one was for hangover and one was for contraceptive pill.

"Have this this will help, also use condom or have take pill in advance" , then he looked back at her and said " You are very sexy in bed, I loved to fuck you, but heart is not filled, we will plan something soon", and he ordered the car to start.

He was continuously on phone this time. This was the only conversation he had with her. His hands were on her shoulders and she was continuously on phone. Neelam was still not feeling comfortable with the dress she was wearing. Every-time, pantie lace would touch her pussy, she would just close her eyes, as if to absorb the lust inside herself. She was uncomfortable , but also were having this vibrant sensations inside her vagina. Luckily the traffic was not much, and they could reach school for the function well on almost time. But by then, she had already experienced wetness. Her laced pantie was completely soaked in the juices of her pussy, and few drops had also reached her peticoat. She must have got couple of orgasm due to gelled lace which she was wearing. It was already little dark, by the time she had reached. Her perfume was expansive once, which Patel had given her. She wanted to pee and relieve as soon as possible.

The Principal, Vice-Prinicipal,and couple of peons and some students were waiting for them at the gate. The first car which had left earlier actually had Dad of Patel, which Neelam was not aware of! It was a pleasant surprise for. Patel immediately got down from the car, and rushed towards his fathers car. The two bouncers were supporting him, to get off the car and Patel was kind of standing beside to see. He had not even looked back at her. She quietly walked out of the car. But I guess, Principal and Vice principal could not just take their eyes off from the newly transformed Neelam. They all escorted them directly to the front seats. Neelam, was waiting for this moment only, and rushed to the toilet. As she pulled up her Peticoat, and removed the lace, the juice and wetness had surprised her to the very core. She could not believe herself. Removing her laces, she felt smiling it, and then flushed it. Her shaven pussy was still wet. She cleaned it perfectly with a dry tissue, so as to wipe out her sin. She adjusted her Saree, so that her blouse could not been seem, and covered it with her Saree fall covering her back. But still her front specially the cleavage side was not something she could cover completely. She relieved her self for a while in the toilet. The expansive perfume she had put, was giving another kind of fragrance.

As she was still in washroom, one of the lady-peon of her school came rushing to the washroom.

"Neelam mam, Saheb is calling you, he is asking for you"

Neelam's was still in the toilet relieving and getting in senses of what had happened to her today. It was as if she had a pleasant or bad dream, it was too early for her, but what she felt was something very difficult to feel. Her mind was still closed due and it was if she was unable think. She was unable to decide, whether she call her self slut, or she was lured into it. The voice was like breaking her from her meditation. "Coming, Shanti" she said.

"No Mam, Principal mam, asked me to bring u with me", she was angry.

Neelam rushed to finish and gathered herself. The lady also got amused to see Neelam looking so hot "Oh aialla mam, you are looking so different and beautiful today", she said.

Neelam liked the compliment ( all women love compliments), the compliment also gave her some confidence. She walked slowly towards the audience. Whoever greeted her, was surprised to see her. Whoever knew her , just could not take their eyes away from her. This was the first time, they had seen a simple teacher transforming or wearing something so revealing. It was this transformation which was not allowing anyone to take their eyes from her. She was walking in high heels, with little sexy blouse, expansive perfume, saree tied below navel. Many fathers had their dick raised, many students eyed her lustily.

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The principal who was seating next to Patel, asked one of the senior teachers to empty her seat, and let Neelam sit there. Neelam quietly sat beside the Prinicpal. But the senior teacher who had emptied the chair, could not hold herself and in the ears of Neelam said, " You look like a bitch".

Her words made Neelam even more happier! The jealousy and not getting that importance had clearly irritated the teacher, and in a way now, the power was shifting!

The Principal, looked at Neelam, and her transformation was enough for her to understand, that things have gone as per plan. Most importantly she did not see any sign of anger or irritation or anger on her face. Though her eyes were little down, and ofcourse she was not feeling comfortable with the dress she was wearing. She would continuously keep arranging her Saree fall.

The Principal , looked at her " Oh Glad, you look so beautiful today Neelam. Thanks for going and getting the chief guest, I am sure you would had a good time! " Her voice had a taunt, and also Principal knew that someone is now threat to her position. Her voice had sense of timidity, and it also seems as if she exactly knew what would have happened with Neelam. The Principal eyes had jealousy written over it.

The annual function went off quiet well. And this taunting conversation continued for a while. It was already 9 in the night. All teachers were congratulating each other on completion of the annual function. Neelam was also among- st them. Patel and his team had already left. Most of the teachers were teasing Neelam on her new look. Most of them were complimenting her, but mainly senior teachers were more jealous of her new look. The peons extra were already looking at her lustily. Somehow she wanted to finish the day at the earliest. Her head was paining, perhaps long day was making her tired. Somehow one of her friends dropped her to her house, she constantly spoke about how hot she was looking, and all. Though Neelam remained quiet, and tried her best to avoid the conversation, but she better thought of just be quiet.

The journey of 30 minutes, was took ages for her! Finally she reached home, and her husband who was on an official tour was not home. She rushed immediately to shower and again cleaned and rubbed each and every part of her body, so as to rub her day off. But despite her efforts she just could not forget what had happened to her on that day. As she came out of shower wrapped in her towel, her head was still paining, and she was still unable to decide how should we end her day. She saw some messages on her mobile, and one was from her husband, who had just informed her that he is alright, he had not even mentioned about how her day was or how was her annual function. There relationship was like that only, formal!

She finished putting her night cream on her body, and had just changed her into the daily gown (maxie), to get to sleep. That her eyes went to one of the messages from a unknown number and it said " Hope you enjoyed your day, and along side was a video" The video was of hers and her action with the younger guy in the morning. She just got a shock. Then she received the call, it was Patel.

" Slept, I just cannot sleep without you, I feel like just coming and fucking you, are you still wearing the bra and pantie I sent you ", his talks were more humble now , " did you like the video", his phone was going on and off may be he was still on his way.

Neelam, did not say anything.

"Next weekend, I have party in farmhouse, in Lonavala, you need to come, be ready, and yes I cannot hear no. So be ready"

"But.. sir, my husband....." she said .

"I don't care" & Patel hanged up the phone.

Neelam's head which was already paining had another swing of pain. The school had given Pizza to all the teachers post the function, and she had kept it in the micorwave for warming up. But this call suddenly made her perspire. The hunger she was feeling food had evaporated suddenly. The pain in the head had come back again. Her brain was not working. She had thought that it will be just one off experiment, but it was not looking like that. She also did not know whom to talk to. She was now walking from one end to another end in her room. She was brain dead in a sense. As she was walking tensely in her living room, her eyes felt towards the couple of bottles of scotches kept on the cupboard. She snatched one of the new bottle, she did not know how to open it. Struggle to open it, but somehow managed to open it. She poured some scotch on the glass, and drank it neat. It hurt her throat, as she was not used to drink. But somehow it made her feel better. She searched for the drawer, where the packet of cigarette of her husband was kept. She lighted up the cigarette, trying to see if it will lighten her spirit.

Here was our new slut, ready to unleash, smoking and drinking. This was just the start of new life, which she is gonna live. Every sip she took, every smoke she puffed, made her better. Her headache was gone, and she felt courage inside her. She was ready for it. The fight between brain and heart, heart had won. She enjoyed the sex, and just very thought of another encounter, had again rushed the juices in her pussy. The decision was made!

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