Sumathi’s bold experiment and adventure in the last few days only increased the desperation to get some action going.
A new day and Sumathi was keen to explore which dick would come first. If it’s the vegetable vendor, so be it. If it is the fruit seller – let that be too. She was super excited about the entire day. She got all her domestic chores completed on time for any of these folks to visit.
Again, on that day, she wore a dark blue saree and a contrast white blouse. No bra, no panty and no petticoat. For once, she felt freedom with a cool breeze reaching spaces and places that usually are not reachable. She deliberately moved the pallu between the melons.
Just watching herself over the mirror made the nipples stick out and point. Of course, the saree was worn way below the navel and given no panties. She could get that down further. One more step, it would have rested right on top of her pussy. She also wore her saree way up her knees.
If she bends over to pick something from the ground, the saree slides up, revealing a portion of her ass. She was super excited and worked out a plan to get what she wanted today. The doorbell rang, and the vegetable vendor announced himself.
This time rather than venturing out, she invited the person inside as she was busy in the kitchen with household work. She heard foot scrambling noise and understood the vendor was in the hall. She called the vendor to come inside the kitchen as she needed help removing something from the loft.
She was on top of a three-legged stool, reaching out to get something from the loft. Little did she realize that she was in for a shock. Both the vegetable vendor and fruit seller ventured into the kitchen, and what a sight they had. Her saree was way above her knees.
She was a good 3 feet from the ground – giving both the guys a full view of her legs. Every step closer only gave them a little more peek into her pussy and already visible ass cheeks. Given she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, it was a free show to anyone who ventured to get closer to her.
That was just her lower half of the body. The hips and navel peering out of the blue saree and the melons with no bra displayed everything in perfection. Given that she was white, the areoles and nipples contrasted that white blouse while the navel and hips contrasted the blue saree.
Both the men stood stupefied at what was at the display. They were stunned and speechless. They couldn’t believe their luck, and they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. This is any man’s wet dream. There is a voluptuous orthodox woman.
She willingly allows them to see her entire body voluntarily and has now invited them over to her kitchen in the pretext of taking the help. This was not part of the plan, not part of her dream, not even part of her fantasy she had played out until now.
But, this was making her even more horny with just one of the guys to satisfy her craving. It was her turn to speak with two dumbstruck dicks waiting to pound her at her signal. She could have shouted out for help.
She could have adjusted her saree and considered this as a bad dream and left with whatever dignity she had left. She could have just stepped down the stool and asked these men to stand outside until she was fine with the unraveling situation. But none of those happened.
She was internally excited and eager to see where this leads. She didn’t want to jump on those dicks yet. She wanted to play along to see how far can she take this before the final act was performed. She didn’t know what came over her at this moment. All she did was smile at them and suggestively enquire.
“What are you looking at? Can’t you see I need help? Now that we have two of you, can you folks help me get this cardboard box down?”
She stretched her hands to point at the box in the loft. Everything visible stood exaggerated when she stretched. She was sure both the men got a very good view of her ass cheeks and felt excited to see nothing underneath the blue saree.
Both the men didn’t know what help meant. They took tentative steps towards her, unsure what to do given the situation. The fruit seller was standing right behind her. She could feel the hot breath near her thighs while the vegetable vendor was still a foot away from the stool.
The vegetable vendor asked, “How can we help?” Sumathi responded, “The stool isn’t sturdy, so while I stretch to get the box down. Can one of you folks hold me to ensure I don’t fall off the stool?”
Before the vegetable vendor could respond, the fruit seller grabbed the opportunity along with her ass and said, “Of course, we are here to help in any way possible.” The fruit seller placed his face squarely at the top of her left thigh, one more inch higher.
He could have very well been kissing one of the ass cheeks. The perverted bastard also held one hand around her knee. The other hand was a way upright leg. His fingers were holding the flesh of her thigh just below her pussy. The calloused palm and hot breath made her even hornier.
She knew she was already cumming a bit. In the name of trying to hold steady, he kept rubbing the inner thigh. The sensual pleasure it created was taking her to heights that had never been visited before. She almost let out a moan but controlled herself.
She started focussing on the loft and box to mask the happiness and delight she was going through. As luck would have it, the box was heavy. She couldn’t bring that down on her own, and while all this was happening. The vegetable vendor was super jealous of what the fruit seller was doing.
He wasn’t sure how to contribute or take pleasure beyond just watching an inviting body. Just as he was ruing his luck, Sumathi called out to him and said, “The box is heavy, and I don’t think I can bring it down on my own. Would you mind standing in front of me and taking the box while I hand it down?”
Before completing the statement, the vegetable vendor was standing before her and waiting for her next instruction. When she looked up to get the box down, she felt a hot breath near her navel. The vegetable vendor was holding her hips right where her love handles were.
He held them delicately like they were highly expensive valuables. Also, at the same time, holding the navel right where he could observe and enjoy every inch of that space. Within a couple of seconds, she almost felt a tongue down her navel.
She flinched a little, but that was the first time someone had used a tongue there. That felt brilliant, and she felt she couldn’t take them anymore. She wanted to see how both the men reacted on their faces than just imagining.
Somehow she managed to hand down the box to the vendor, and he placed it down. All this while, the fruit seller was rubbing both her inner thighs, which only made her even wetter. She was sure the fruit seller knew she was wet.
The fruit seller wouldn’t move an inch even when the job was done. She had to ask to move away to get down from the stool. Without her asking, both the men came over, held her hand and hip on either side in the name of helping her get down.
While getting down, she should have sat on the stool first before getting both the feet on the floor. But given both the men were holding her, she thought she could directly step onto the floor. Bad move, what that did was the saree, which already slid way above her thighs, slid further and in front of both the men.
Her pussy was on display when she stretched to reach the floor. The men didn’t complain, and she didn’t have a choice. So even though the show was just for a couple of seconds, I think she could already sense that it was the day. She has always been dreaming for some time now.
The fruit seller was, “Now what?” Sumathi responded by saying that we need to get the box to the first floor along with a few other boxes stored near the stairs. Given it was almost close to mid-day, it was a bit humid as well.
The fruit seller took this opportunity to strip down to his underpants. He suggested the vegetable vendor do the same, given they would otherwise make a mess out of their working clothes. Both the men were down to their underpants.
Sumathi didn’t do anything to adjust her saree. She couldn’t take her eyes off their bulged crotch. They couldn’t take eyes off her in entirety. All the steps up and down the stool only made her look even sexier, with droplets of sweat sliding down her hips.
The blouse without a bra was also sticking to her breasts, making the pointy nipples even more evident. The men were relishing every second of the view they were getting. The saree was still way up her knees, giving them an ample view of her milky white thighs.
Sumathi decided to shift the action to the first floor, giving her the privacy she wanted. Given that the boxes were heavy, both the men would move the boxes upstairs. Sumathi would stay back and watch the men work in their underpants and provide the rejuvenation when they watch her.
While telling them the plan, she wanted to tie her hair into a knot. She moved both hands, working her hair while the saree slid up further, giving ample view of her thighs. She also gave the hips the necessary jiggle while she moved her hand.
The men were energized to stay as long as the show was available. They moved in to get the first box out. They almost slipped when they took a couple of steps moving up the heavy box. Instantly Sumathi rushed to support the box. In that process, she went behind the fruit seller.
She moved her hands through the hip and helped stabilize the box. While helping him hold it steady. She brushed her hands on his dick a couple of times. The heat of the cock was felt on her hand, and she desperately wanted to hold it and see how that felt.
Before anybody could react, the vegetable vendor was quick to ask her to come on his side and hold the box while doing the support act. Little did Sumathi realize the support act was still on her side. When she held the box, the vegetable vendor just parked his big cock between her ass crack.
He held his elbow in a way that kept touching her melons and breath on her neck. Once in a while, he kept holding her hip until they reached the top of the stairs in the name of shifting position or adjusting.
Sumathi spotted the jealousy in the eyes of the fruit vendor and an act of triumph in the eyes of the vegetable vendor. There was the internal competition between them as to who gets to reap the maximum benefit from this situation.
Sumathi quickly realized she wanted to get to holding those dicks. This teasing was good enough to get the basic message going. She excused herself from moving the boxes and stayed upstairs while the men moved up these boxes.
Of course, she provided the incentive to be within the vision periphery of these men to ensure they were motivated enough. Just as the last box was being moved, Sumathi made it a point to sit cross-legged right in the middle of the hall. She ensured her saree was not pulled down and still tucked at her hip.
When these men came up with the last box, they saw Sumathi sitting cross-legged with the melons protruding out, inviting them. Also, since the saree remained tucked, her entire pussy was visible. She was so happy about exhibiting the wet pussy to these men.
She loved the moment they came to realize what they were seeing was what they were thinking they were seeing. Both the men dropped the box and came closer to Sumathi to get a better view. At that moment, Sumathi grabbed both their dicks with her hands over their underpants.
This was something she had been itching to do. Those dicks were already erect and were waiting to be held. She didn’t want to delay it further. The men were initially shocked at this brazen reach to their manhood.
But their manhood responded by growing a bit thicker than usual. Just as the men were coming to senses, Sumathi just said, “Can I hold them in the flesh?” The men dropped their trousers in a flash.
There it was, the two big cocks staring Sumathi at her face. She grabbed them like a man in the desert, looking for a drop of water. She held them like it was a plaything, rubbed them. He kept staring at it taking turns, and also, like the movies she had seen.
She also kept stroking them. Both the men were like puppies in front of her. She held them by their dicks, and their hands were itching to explore the Sumathi’s beautiful body.
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