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THE WIFE WENT COMMANDO

The 2 sisters Prisha and Ayesha flung out the phrase, going commando, believing the foreman nor his assistant would understand the meaning.

Their friend, an interior decorator, Mahira, had been offered the job of decorating the new apartment block,​
Prisha's husband, was preparing to rent out as fully serviced house. Mahira was also their ex school mate.
And it was her who introduced the term and practice of going Commando to the then innocent but naughty students in the strictly female school,​
St. Hannah's Girls High School, Dabul, Mumbai.
They fell in love with the daring practice and regularly attended classes not wearing underwear under their school uniforms.
They had finished school and separated into different universities.
Mahira had finished and gotten job in a bank, rose to the post of a bank manager, married a fast rising politician, Rohit Gupta,​
2 kids after, she had resigned to take up her passion in interior decoration.
Her clientele and company had grown fast and she currently have like 7 staffers working for her.
Prisha and Ayesha on the other hand, whose Dad was into construction had attended another university,​
Prisha the elder, got married into another construction company family, Shavam Builders, her husband, Balvan loved her and was​
okay both are in the same business as it allows him to roam for more opportunities.
At present he is in Dubai concluding on some projects

Ayesha is into stock broking but still close to her elder sister and also a shareholder in the family business.
The previous week they had ran into Mahira after many years at a reception held at Rude Lounge, rooftop Bar and​
she was still looking her pretty self.
Dressed in a smart velvet red gown instead of the normal traditional Indian wears.
As they tried to catch up on old times, Ayesha asked mischievously if Mahira still went Commando?
They were shocked when she nodded yes and whispered back that she was even without underwear at the reception.
They wondered if her husband knew, she informed them that he frowns at it and had told her to stop.
But she occasionally does but camouflage by wearing heavy textured materials when she goes out with him,​
so he won't knew she wore nothing underneath.
It enlivened the evening and when Prisha learnt she is now into interior decor,​
they invited her to come and look over their newest 8 floor apartment block and bid for the decoration.

But the day she was meant to come coincidenced with Balvan urgently inviting them over to Dubai for​
the project commencement party as the clients insisted the other shareholders should come and sent 1st class tickets.
So Prisha was Briefing the foreman Jatin, a man of 50 years. Jatin was accompanied by his assistant Kamal 30 years old.
As the 2 waited, Ayesha mentioned of Mahira saying she would be going Commando for the inspection,​
and both fell into laughter as they dismissed the 2 workers.
They told Jatin to be st the building on saturday to welcome Mahira,​
and take her to all the flats so she can make her notes on things that would be used to decorate the flats.
When they got back to the office, Jatin entered his office, but Kamal stood to talk to the casual staff still loitering, 5 of them, 3 africans and 2 Indians.
The casuals loathed Jatin as he was always cutting their money for one reason or the other.
Kamal like hanging out with the Africans, though daily wage workers ,​
they have traveled far to get to India so they have lots of exotic stories to tell.
His favourite among them is Emeka, 23 years old, who was pursuing a masters course in the university,​
then his funds dried up, unable to continue and reluctant to join his country men in their fraud business,​
he preferred to be employed as a casual labourer whilst waiting for things to improve at home and to start receiving support again.
Since Kamal started to hang out with Emeka,​
his social life have improved, especially his interaction and conquest of women.
It was through emeka, he knew that women were as horny as men,​
but just needed justification to comply.. Money, persuasion, words, marriage,​
situation being the needed justification.
Emeka had never had the opportunity to work close with Prisha and Ayesha,​
seeing them only from a distance. But he still fantasised of their beautiful bodies.
Also he and Kamal regularly share fantasies of how they would ravage the two women if ever such an opportunity presents itself.
That evening as Kamal followed emeka to a local African bar, he mentioned the strange phrase the sisters laughed over.
But instead of emeka laughing, he asked kamal to repeat the entire story.
Kamal recounted of Prisha telling Jatin that a new decorator Mahira would would be coming, to go through the apartments.
After which Ayesha had remarked, Mahira our friend who likes to go Commando and they burst into laughter.
Emeka chuckled and searched Commando on his phone, showing kamal who whistled.

Going commando” is a way of women saying that they are not wearing any underwear.
Kamal whistled!
The whole naughty episode now having a new meaning for them.
Those rich ladies were discussing sexual innuendo in the presence of himself and Jatin.
He explained of the sisters intended travels and of Jatin deputized to take mahira around.
Emeka thought fast and proposed to Kamal, if he could take the place of jatin on the inspection day,​
things could be ordered to their advantage.
But they first had to confirm if the lady was worth the effort.

The following morning, Kamal smuggled out mahira's job proposal file.
On management team, her picture revealed a stunning lady of 34 years, pretty of face,​
creamy skin, ample breast, curvy hips and full legs.
Kamal and Emeka drooled over the picture.​
Mahira, was delighted to have met up the sisters after many years.​
She knew they would be okay even from school days as their father was wealthy.​
You cannot attend St Hannah without having rich parents.​
In her own case, her father owned a substantial share of the bank where she worked,​
and because of her independent streak,shortly after having her second kid, a boy,​
she had resigned to set an Interior Decor company, hoping to start something outside her Dad’s influence,​
but she still suspect the rush of clientele could be linked to his goodwill.​
Her husband was a rising political star and already in Congress.​
She had built up her business within a short period.​
When Prisha had called to inform that they would be travelling,​
she almost canceled the appointment or sent one of her staff, since it was a Saturday, she decided to see it through.​
Despite her impulsive behavior, she had been a good and loyal wife to Arjun her husband,​
and he was delighted to find her a virgin on their first night, it had made him trust her.​
But where he drew the line was her penchant for not wearing undies, he believed she had stopped.​
Their love making had been satisfying at least to her as there was no experience to compare with.​
She understands the influence of her immense beauty and knew a smile could get favours done for her.​
Whilst not knowing how many men, may have succeeded in glimpsing under her skirt or gown,​
she was proud that no other man apart from her husband had seen her fully naked and she knew it would be like that,​
same way her mum boasted to her when she first saw her period that her Dad was the only man to see, her body, so would she tell her daughter.​

The Saturday Mahira was to visit the project, the sisters were driven to the airport.
Mahira was meant to come by 12 in the afternoon.
Jatin took his morning tea as usual without knowing it was saturated with triple dose drug to enable bowel movements.
Luckily he had bought and eaten some fruits also, so when the stooling started he blamed the fruits instead of the tea.
The more he stooled, the more he became weak and towards 11 am,​
he announced himself unable to make the appointment requesting that kamal go in his stead.
He promptly drove home to recuperate.
Only that he had to stop 5 times on the way to ease himself in eateries.
Kamal handed over the instructions, to Emeka with both knowing that failure would earn both prison terms.
But Emeka was confident of success.
By 11.30 he was already in the building, went to the 2nd floor to place a ladder in the living room,​
near the wall, with a hammer, he cracked a bit of the wall adjacent to the top of a window.

He Left the ladder in place and waited.
By 12 .05 an expensive SUV drove in and the prettiest woman he had seen since he came to india stepped out of the car,​
wearing a light green gown, average heeled shoes and walked into the building.
She was taken aback when she saw the stout African instead of the indian foreman she was expecting.
You are not jatin? She asked.
No ma, he was taken ill suddenly, but because of the urgency of the assignment, I was asked to guide you around on his behalf Ma.
Mahira was almost set to cancel the appointment, cos this was her first time of standing close to a black African,​
though this one with his humble obsequies appeared harmless.
Her mind was reassured when Emeka still looking on the ground instead of her face thrust a card into her hand.
She read that it was Jatins card at the back he explained he was taken ill but that his assistant Emeka would conduct the tour.
The truth was that Jatin just signed what he was given without reading.as he was close to collapsing .
By the time Emeka took her through all the rooms on the ground floor and informed her they would still go another 7 floors.​
So its better she keeps her bag, she welcomed the idea.​
Dropped the bag on a couch and just took her phone, a small notebook and pen for making notes.
She had noticed that the guy was extremely humble and allowed her to make decisions as they moved around.
And they walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor.
As they walked into the 3flat on that floor, emeka pointed at a crack on top of the wall near the window,​
and asked her if anything could be done to cover the cracked wall without defacing the wall further in trying to repair it.
As she looked up, he mentioned that he was going down for 5 minutes to get the curtain pole and left.
But he didn't go far, but stood by the door hoping and praying she takes the bait.
She looked up, trying to make out the shape of the crack, got to the ladder,​
looked around and recalled he mentioned 5 minutes and calculated she could quickly Climb check and come down within 3 minutes.
Then she climbed the steps of the ladder.
Emeka had already dashed in, quietly closed and locked the door, picked the curtain pole from behind the door and advanced.
So engrossed in studying the crack to notice when he came back and stood under her, looked up her skirt to see her fresh thighs.
Her shoes were spread and Emeka hat placed his hands on the ladder step inbetween her legs..
He looked up lusting at the bunched bumcheeks straining the gown, shapely thighs, the straight full legs.
The plush pussy with the labias slightly extended.
Then she heard;
'You mean you came out of your house, came to a business appointment without panties on?'
She looked down to see Emeka staring up her gown.
She Couldn't close her legs, because of his hands inbetween her shoes.

Confused, she tried to apologise, but her sorry,pls I can explain was lost in the torrent of swear words emanating from him.
All of a sudden,the sight of her pussy had obliterated the respect and regards he had been showing since she turned up.

"How would you feel if I poked this pole up into your cunt or arsehole right now". He thundered.
She shuddered at the coarse words he was using. And tried to avert the reaching pole.
He had already placed the blunt end of the pole in between her pussy and arsehole, on her perineum, pushing it hard, not to wound but to unsettle her.
She had to lean up on her shoes to relieve the pressure and it was in that way that the negotiation started.
Even in this unlikely situation; she felt the need to reassert her authority,​
and summoning the sort of control and authority she used when she was a bank manager, barked down on him.
"How dare you attempt to take such liberties with my person
How dare you, do you know I am a married woman, you have not heard of my husband? Being sacked and locked up would be the least of your problems if you do not step back and let me come down and out of this place NOW, I said NOW!"

She glared down, trying to maintain an unlikely dignity, with her private region hooked in like a fish and saw he was still looking up her gown..
She deliberately refused to mention or acknowledge the blunt end of the pole pressed inbetween her legs.
But he neither responded nor moved back, instead he applied pressure on the pole and twisted,​
she whelped and had to raise higher on the toes of her shoes as the pole dug into her perineal area harder.
The pain was increasing as he kept on shoving up steadily.
"What are you doing" she screamed in alarm.
"Help help" rang out of her throat, before she remembered the isolated place they were.
The pain was increasing. Then she blurted out.
"Please, please stop, stop I am sorry.".
At the mention of Sorry, the pushing of the pole stopped.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for coming here without panties"
." And doing what " he pressed.
"Showing you my private part, though I did not inten..."
She was cut off by up shoving of the pole.
She shrieked confused on where she went wrong.
" Private part is not a description "
Seeing the light, she blurted.
" I am very sorry for showing you my pussy"

The pole was pulled back a bit, but still painful.
"So what would happen to you? For doing that."
"Happen to me how? What do you mean?"
The pole was pushed forward again, the pain pain returns.
"Ok ok.I should be punished".
The pole withdraws drastically, relief washing over her!

"In what way ?"
"Pls decide" she conceded.
Pole withdraws further. Oh joy ,the pain recedes.
"On your being allowed down, you would remove your dress, we both inspect your perineal area to ensure there was no wound.​
Then I take you around the 7 floors of the house with you undressed and nude, that's your punishment for coming here without underwear"..
Mahira just said ok.
But he asked her to repeat the instructions loudly. Which she did.
Then he stepped back.
She climbed down gingerly, then just screamed at him that she was going home and dashed to the door.​
Luckily he appeared to be caught unawares and unable to pursue her, Wow, she was at the door and he was still far behind her.
Her wail of disappointment on finding the door locked rang through the entire house,​
as she beat on the door shouting that he opens the door immediately.
Then she hears her voice, coming from his side, stating her punishments. He held up his phone.
The idiot had recorded her. Repeating the punishment.
Then he walked up to her and she tried to push him away, the struggle started,
THE FIGHT FOR HER GOWN
He tried to pull from the bottom of the gown, she held it down,​
hitting him on his back and shoulders with the other had ineffectively.
Each time he managed to pull up to her waist, exposing her smooth pubic area,​
he would be caught with looking at her heavy mound and she would frantically push down again,​
this happened severally, but she could feel her strength sapping.
Then he transferred his attention to her upper region and made to pull down the top of her gown,​
more of her cleavage was exposed, before she let go of the bottom of the gown and whirled round to avoid him seeing her breasts,​
he lunged ar her, one hand going to contest with her for the gown top,​
the other going to his real target, the zip clip at the back of her gown which he unclipped​
and pulled halfway down while she was still basking in her victory of preventing him from seeing the top of her boobs.
He retrieved his other hand, crouched down and lifted the hem of her gown and pulled up​
revealing her smooth creamy laps, her curvy bum, the deep dimples at the top of her bumcheeks looking inviting.
With a gasp of dismay she felt the cool air and his warm hands on her buttocks and whirled round again.
She pulled her gown down again as he tried to push it up,​
but as she was pulling she felt the arms of her gown dangling down on her arms,​
caused by the unzipped back, more of her cleavage got exposed and her upturned mango shaped wholesome breasts coming into more view.
She looked but Emeka appeared to be more interested in pulling the hem of her gown up and had gone above her knees,​
almost gotten to her crotch again, so ignoring her chest side for the moment she pushed down strongly,​
same instance he revereed from pulling up to pulling down and aided by her own pushing generated enough pressure to cascade the gown down her body, her waist and hips to hang on her legs.
Emeka promptly stepped into the gown inbetween her legs and it seemed both of othem are now improbably attempting to wear the gown,​
stretching it from mahira's grasp and she was forcedto let go with a snap.
He pushed her and as she stumbled back, she was separated from the gown.
She crumbled. Emeka held up the gown in triumph, sniffing and inhaling the sweat fragrance of her struggles on the dress.​
He could smell her expensive perfume, he could smell uncertain fear, he could smell intense ripened feminine, indistinctly he could smell total and abject submission .​
He knew the last needed to be cultivated to get to the cornucopia of exquisite harvest of pleasure. He know how to coax her, willy nilly to that destination.
His phone capturing everything from the windows sill where he had positioned it.
Now standing above her
" you have no right to insult me by coming here without panties on, Do you know me before?"
"What temerity, in my culture it's the biggest of offence for women especially married to show their cunts at strangers. Dont you know?"​
I gave you an opportunity to serve your punishment and go but you decided to be smart, right?".
Mahira now stark naked knew she had read of women in Africa shaming men by parading naked but do not know if commando could be stretched to imply same.
But Emeka's anger appeared real.
As she now squatted looking up as he thundered on.
She covered her bust and cunt areas with each hand.
She could see his crotch bulky.
Why did she even agree to help him and climb the infernal ladder?​
He is the second man to see her naked, An African man, she shuddered. How would she feel, if she learns he was just a casual labourer?​
How can she escape from this predicament?​
She could offer the sort of money, he cannot imagine, then plot her revenge on him through her husband.​
To be continued if people are interested.​
 
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