A month had passed since Mrs Vani was gang raped by Gopal and Dev, along with the girl Shanti. Mrs Vani did disclose the event to her husband, but omitted the part where Muthu also had her.

Muthu, her full time assistant, dutifully reported to her sprawling upscale bungalow for work as usual. Muthu was busy arranging all the courtroom paperwork for her sexy lawyer boss, when the couple walked in. She will be having a big court trial the next day.

Mrs Vani just had her short jog on her bedroom treadmill, and she was dripping with sweat. She was still clad in her workout sports bra and tight pink yoga pants. Her delicious pungent Indian permeated around the kitchen, giving Muthu a hard on. Her husband was still in his pyjamas.

“It’s so hot now in Mumbai, last I checked it was almost 40 degrees!” she cried. “Wished I could dip myself in a cool pool,” she sighed.

Muthu tried his luck. “Well, I can bring you to one, Madam.” It was an spontaneous reply and Muthu wasn’t actually planning to say it, or had any idea what to do afterwards.

“Oh how thoughtful! But I don’t have anything to wear.” Mrs Vani knew she had put on a reasonable amount of weight, and she could not fit on into her swimsuit. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for Muthu, that gave him an idea.

“That’s fine, I’ll get something for you to wear along the way, Madam,” he said.

This time her husband said to her, “Told you he will be a good assistant to you darling.”

Oh my God how naive can they be, thought Muthu.

Muthu hurried off to the nearby swim store, and he planned to get the most skimpiest bikini they sell. He told the sales girl it was for his girlfriend, and she was more happy to oblige. He could not wait the moment his 42 year old boss would wear this costume.

He drove back to the bungalow and Ms Vani was already waiting at her front porch. “Have you got it for me?” she asked innocently when she sat inside the car.

“Yes Madam, it definitely suits you.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice but Mrs Vani was too hot and bothered to notice.

Nevertheless, Mrs Vani trusted Muthu completely and didn’t even bother to see the contents in the bag. She complained again about the hot weather and before long drifted to sleep.

After about an hour, Muthu woke her up from her deep slumber and found herself on a secluded area. It’s a shady town with very few people walking by. “We have reached the pool, Madam.”

Mrs Vani sat up sleepily, and wondered where Muthu had brought her. The place was in an unfamiliar part of Mumbai, but right in front of her there was a building with the signboard “Swimming Pool” on the entrance. Wow, trusts my assistant in getting the right places, she thought happily.

They walked to the entrance and at the doorway there was an old Indian man sitting idly, who Mrs Vani assumed was the security. They saw the sign 50 rupees and Mrs Vani gladly paid the old man.

She was surprised there was no one else besides them using the pool. There was an Olympic sized pool, but there was also another smaller one behind but her view was obstructed by a wall.

“Let’s get changed,” said Muthu, guiding his boss to the ladies restroom. Mrs Vani was happy that she had a thoughtful assistant as a private pool was exactly what she wants. She was so used to getting stares from men; most men found the way her melons swayed when she walked very seductive and she often caught men staring at her boobs.

Once inside the privacy of the ladies restroom, Mrs Vani finally opened the packaging. She was expecting a modest looking swimsuit that is suitable for a mature mother like her, but instead, she was dismayed and in utter disbelief.

Mrs Vani let out a loud gasp. She held up the flimsy white material and instantly noticed how revealing it would be. Calling it a bikini would be stretching one’s imagination, as it was the skimpiest item she had ever seen. The suit was small, even a lot skimpier than the ones she usually wore.

The top consisted of two thin strips of white material that had to be, at the most, only two to three centimetres wide and she was positive that the strips would not cover her areolas. It had an elastic band that went around the chest below a woman’s boobs and strings from the top of the front strips that tied around the neck. Mrs Vani spread the material to see exactly how wide it would stretch.

She gasped again when holding up the bottoms. “Oh my, I can’t wear this. God, it will barely cover me up!”

Mrs Vani then held the bottom and noticed that it was merely strings attached to the smallest triangle shaped piece of material that was supposed to cover a woman’s privates. Unfortunately she had completely ignored shaving her lower region for years and a big mound of dark Indian hair would be visible, coming out of the sides of the thin fabric.

Holding the strings to the side of the small patch, she shuddered. It definitely was going to leave her fully exposed to the rear, as the string would most certainly bury in the crack of her shapely ass.

To put it simply, this was not a swimming costume. There was barely anything to it at all.

“This can’t be all of it,” said the worried Mrs Vani, holding the skimpy piece of bikini up again. Had Muthu wrongly purchased this item? she thought. That silly boy!

“Madam, is anything wrong?” Muthu called from the outside.

Mrs Vani was pissed. “Wrong? Seriously Muthu, you could have easily bought a different swimsuit! Something more modest to cover me up!”

She thought she heard other voices snickering but put it as her imagination. “Sorry Madam,” called out Muthu. “I was in a rush and just grabbed anything I could find.”

Mrs Vani decided that since they had came all the way, she might as well get on with it. Furthermore they were the only ones in the pool. She was glad that that was the case as she is a public figure, a hard nosed famous lawyer. What would people think of they saw her, a wife and mother, in a bikini that barely covered her pussy, in a deserted pool?

Mrs Vani got undressed, and stood stark naked in front of the full length mirror. She glanced at her crotch and saw the unshaven area and made a mental note to do it next time as her puffy pussy hair was clearly visible. Even though with all that hair, a person could still see the tip of her pinkish slit when she stood with legs slightly apart. She felt slightly aroused, and touched her clit with her fingertips. There was some certainly moisture in between her thighs.

With a shrug, Mrs Vani came back to the present. She chided herself for becoming self aroused, as she was a wife and mother. She then donned the suit and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

It took her breath away when she noticed how truly revealing the suit was! She had to actually spread the strips of material covering her breasts so that they did at least cover her nipples and swelling aureoles. She was beginning to get angry at Muthu again but decided against scolding him.

The 42 year old Indian milf told herself it was truly a hot day and the less the fabric, the better. Even in the restroom, she felt so warm and stuffy that she began to perspire. The moment she step out from the ladies, she stop in her tracks, dumbfounded.

Right in front, stood Gopal and his friend Dev. For a second, she just froze at the ladies doorway, stunned.

Suddenly, Mrs Vani got her voice back. “What are you doing here?” she screamed, outraged at the intrusion into the privacy... “What the hell are you doing in our here?” she yelled demanding an explanation.

She was astounded by the boys’ brazen audacity and didn’t know what else to say.

Gopal replied, “What do you think, sweetheart? I’m here for a little morning fuck-and-suck,” he said and laughed at her surprise.

“Get out! Get out!” Lori shouted at the boys before turning around to find Muthu. He was nowhere in sight. Oh dear, hope nothing bad happens to him! she told herself.

“Look lady, you’re in our territory. We should be asking you to get out and instead but seeing you clad in that bikini, we got other ideas,” Gopal smirked.

The shit- eating grin on Gopal’s face indicated his obvious approval of her appearance and sent a shiver of hatred through the now worried mother. She desperately wanted to bolt from the pool but where could she go? Running in a scantily clad bikini in a shady town wasn’t a good idea. Moreover, his controlling demeanor seemed to ensure her total obedience. She surprised even herself when she felt moisture started to form in her clit again.

“Follow us,” Gopal said sternly, and she quietly did.

They entered the secluded smaller pool. She should have expected such a thing but it still stopped her dead in her tracks again when she saw a a number of grinning 18 year old teenagers. She made a quick calculation and there were about 10 of them!

There was no escape this time. “Who are they? Aren’t they supposed to be in school?” she asked timidly.

Gopal and Dev laughed at such a silly yet innocent question. “School? Do you think everyone can afford to go to school like you do for your kids?” They knew Mrs Vani sent her kids to the best international school Mumbai has to offer.

“What are you waiting for lady? Step into the pool,” Dev ordered. Chants of ‘why are we waiting? why are we waiting?’ echoed by the rest only humiliated Mrs Vani, a profoundly famous city lawyer.

Mrs Vani stood frozen to the spot refusing to enter the pool and felt totally trapped by Gopal and Dev. She wheeled quickly but Gopal jerked hard on her arm, keeping her captive and he got a strong sense of power from her trembling body. His big, strong hand easily held her prisoner and with a sudden hard push, he sent Mrs Vani stumbling into the pool with a big splash. Thankfully for her, it was shallow and when she regained balance the level was only up to her waist, thanks to her tall height.

The rest of the teenage boys cheered, seeing the milf old enough to be their mother drenched.

She spat out some of the water that had gotten into her mouth, and was distraught when she realised she was trapped with 10 horny young males in the pool, besides the other 2 perverts standing on the edge.

The plan was going so well. “You see those beer cans? There are 12 of them, one for each of us. I want you to put them on the tray and serve them one by one.”

“Please, oh please you can’t be serious Gopal?” she pleaded with her tormentor. Gopal didn’t answer; instead he just stared menacingly at the distressed milf. She knew then she had no choice but to comply.

Slowly, Mrs Vani rose and got out of the water, attracting every male eye in the pool. She could feel their piercing eyes and also the fact the fabric of her bikini bottom was sucked deeply into the crevice of her bum. Mrs Vani desperately wanted to straighten her bottoms but didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to her plight.

Her drooping 40year old’s breasts hung in a grosteque manner. The boys could clearly see her naked breasts all the way down to the tip of her dark Indian areolas. “Oh no,” she muttered when she realized her nipples were already hardened and were pushing through the thin fabric of her wet bikini.