Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood.Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun.Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her head out of the door, her hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables were fresh and she may like to take a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her pussy behind the door. With one final thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open.The grocer, a stocky man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to be a pricktease indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up nipples.She didn't realise that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery picking from his basket.The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to tear out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch.His strong hands felt a rush of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to experience the surprises she held for him in the form of her dress code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before.Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent bottoms but atleast they wore panties.Here a middle aged housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. he held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalisingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning passion. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testerone rich male which sent her feminine defences crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realised that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to carry his squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his semen in several long spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilised wife.