Debaucherial female
Couple
Submit Report Hello, for this new story, I am assuming a female role. I hope bringing a female perspective excites you even more. The role of Swati, an employee and a wife. She has brown hair that reaches her waist and wears glasses. Her body statistics are as follows: 36CC-36-40, and her age will be 34. She lives in a metro city. ***** It all changed when I had to work a little later than usual in the office and had to be somewhere after that. Plus, the outfit for the occasion wasn’t correct. As usual, I had the formal attire of an employee, but I needed to wear an Indian outfit as my husband’s friend’s family had scheduled a dinner. After finishing work, I realized that the bathrooms were locked, and I had to use the dirty ones on the ground floor. I wasn’t going to change there, nor in the restaurant’s washroom. Although I was alone in the office, I couldn’t change in the open as it was covered in cameras with no blind spots. I came down and thought of going to a mall to change, but I was already late. I booked a cab and informed my husband that I was on the way. As I sat behind the driver, a thought arose to change in it, tingling throughout my body like an electric shock. I only had to change my shirt, as I wore comfortable, wide pants. After contemplating for a long time, halfway through the ride, I decided to do it. I secretly removed and kept the new top on my lap while the bag kept beside me. I unbuttoned the shirt, tucking it out, and waited for lesser traffic; then, without coming into the driver’s mirror, I removed my shirt and wore the new top. I was very happy with my accomplishment and reached 5 minutes later than my husband. The evening ended and I felt really thrilled and happy, wanting to try again. But I was a bit scared since I didn’t want my husband to know, though he was very good and supportive of me. The following are the experiences I tried: One day, as I was coming back from my office, I was extremely tired due to the heavy load and took an auto on the way back. Being tired, I was irritated by all the honking and feeling very hot and humid. I was sitting with my head resting on the sides, but that increased the irritation with the driver’s reckless driving. So, I had shifted to the middle and was becoming horny. Then I thought to give the rickshawala a show and untucked my shirt. Then, I unbuttoned the top two buttons; after a few minutes, I did see him gazing in the mirror at every time he stopped, and he could only see above my chest with a little cleavage, very minor. I felt good. Taking more risk, I unbuttoned one more; now, he could see a significant cleavage and my padded crimson bra a bit. I could see a smile on his face from the corner of my eye, and an electric current passed through my body. I began moving my arms around my chest to cleanse it from sweat, showing him more skin. He loved it very much. I made him drop me before my home came, got out of the rickshaw, and paid him. Then, I bent down my back a bit as he gave me change, showing him my breasts. I could clearly see a tent in his pants and was filled with joy. Another day, I had worn a long yellow skirt with a white top. I went to the office in an Ola and didn’t sit behind the driver but on the other side, while slightly in the middle. As I sat, I ensured my skirt from behind didn’t touch the seat but my panty. I had lifted my skirt from behind and then turned my shoulder holders to off-shoulders, as they were 2-in-1. He definitely saw my dark green bra straps and had a boner. And after finishing the ride, he said I looked beautiful. I had raised my office shoulders as I reached the office. While returning, I took an auto and did the same but acted as if trying to sleep. He stopped at a public toilet when I was awake and eyed me from top to bottom. His dick was poking, and I avoided making contact. Then he began masturbating to me; I could see this because I was looking at the signal. The signal appeared just next to the auto mirror, and this sent chills down my body. I became very horny and fucked my husband that day. Part 2: 4th time, I wanted to do more now and understood that auto drivers reacted quickly and better. I became bolder and took more risks. This time, I was going to visit a friend after half a day. So, I wore a shirt, but my vest was different today (it was more of what today’s modern girls wear openly in crowds, which looks like a vest). As I went to the office in the vest, the autowala constantly gave me glares, and I made my black bra clearly highlighted. As I left, he called someone and said that today they were going to go to a brothel; a lady had made his mood. I quickly went to the washroom and wore my shirt. When leaving the office, I walked away from it and removed my shirt and hailed an auto. Initially, he was ignorant, so I changed my pants to a salwar. Then, when he observed me, I wore a kameez and dupatta. He began chatting, saying how bold and modern I am, along with some compliments, while not caring about the public. Soon, my stop came, and I wasn’t thrilled. So, I decided next time to take more risks. 5th time, it was during Garba season. My college girl gang was going to an event, so did I. After leaving the office in an auto, I wore the ghagra above my pants and then removed the pants along with the panty. Now, I had worn the bra and vest, but I had cut the vest midway. So, after removing my shirt, he was astonished; then, I wore the Garba jacket. As I was applying my makeup, he said to me that, “Ma’am, you are looking like a maal; see, I got my lund (penis) up.” These gave me chills, and I suggested him to focus on the road. I almost came there with enjoyment, and after paying, I left him hanging. I was pretty sure that if I could pull off a Garba attire, I could definitely do a saree, but the foldings would be difficult. So, I decided something else.
Till then, I only tried tying my shirt in a knot, going vestless. Then again, tying a knot on my shirt and keeping my shirt open. They did keep me happy but not satisfying. Then, came the day where my husband was away from work, and I took my home clothes with me – loose pants and loose tops for women. When coming home, I met a driver again. This one was the same as the Garba day. I freely changed to loose pants and removed the panty. Then, I wore my top over the shirt and removed it. Then, my vest, by removing the arms from those things shoulder holders. It was easy with sliding the vest down to my toes. Finally, my bra; that felt so good to my body, all the load felt like it was leaving my body. The cold air made my nipples hard. And then he said, “Don’t be angry or hurt, but you are beautiful, ma’am; will you take it in your mouth once, please?” I scolded him and told him to take me to my destination – the vegetable market. I felt satisfied that he liked me, but I couldn’t cheat on my husband, so I left my panty in his rickshaw. Then, there again, many eyes gazed at me at the market; it was pulsating to be looked at that way for me. After that day, the guy waited at my home and pickup point regularly. So, I took a different route and changed my spot to catch autos. I daily saw him. Then, after a month or so, I didn’t. I was glad that he wasn’t around now. But finally, I had got my hands on a ready-to-wear saree that fit me perfectly. There was some celebration that day, and I had drunk a few cups and was conscious, but my actions slightly differed, which I was aware of. Post-office, my husband and I had a school reunion party. So, I had taken the saree. Having taken the auto, I removed my pants and wore the peticoat. Then, I removed my shirt to wear the blouse when I realized I wasn’t wearing any vest underneath. The auto driver got a nice view of my boobs held by my sexy pink bra. I wore my blouse and stayed like that, dizzy, being shocked by my carelessness. He stopped the auto in an isolated place and asked me to have sex then and there. I began recording, so he got scared and said, “Please, ma’am, don’t complain and post the video; my life will be ruined. I couldn’t stop myself from asking you, as you appear drunk. If I knew you were soberish, I wouldn’t have even stopped the auto. But, ma’am, you are extremely beautiful, and I thought I would regret it; sorry, ma’am.” Seeing this, I smirked; I said, fine, “Let’s go.” He continued asking not to complain. The tent in his pants was larger than the previous ones. Then, fearing that I won’t listen, he asked if I would at least either suck his cock or give him a handjob. He wouldn’t be able to quickly get rid of it, as he had jacked off before picking me. Under the influence, heat of the moment, bodily heat, the thought of tasting another man’s dick made me squirm with tingles. I wasn’t in control; my desires had taken over, and I agreed to a handjob, initially with only using my fingers and a rough cloth. He came behind and sat beside me, undoing his pants. His penis was thicker and larger than my hubby’s. It could easily fit both my hands; however, my hubby needed 1.5 hands, but that’s just not possible. Then, I removed the cloth and began observing the dick. Engrossed, I didn’t understand, but I was giving him a handjob with both of my hands; then, I sat down in the auto between his legs. I was analyzing the shaft from the balls to the head, and soon began sucking it. Then, I was giving him both a handjob and blowjob. It was amazing, but a very embarrassing experience for me, as I had cheated on my husband. Without warning, he came in my mouth, a huge load, and I wasn’t ready for it. Mostly, I spat it out on the floor, spilling a stain on my blouse, but the pallu would hide it. The one in my mouth, I swallowed, and it was saltier and thicker cum; my body was ringing in pleasure from the experience. I got dressed, fixed my makeup, and as soon as I paid him upon reaching the venue, I disappeared from his sight. This one time, I was wearing a white top, which was close to my skin till a cm below my boobs; then, the dress was flimsy till my hips. One could see it was semi-transparent, as you all know how white clothes are today. It was the rainy season, and I had to leave early, as water would accumulate near my home. Rain had already begun, so I hurriedly went to the bus stand and took shade. As I was waiting for an auto, I found myself sprinkling water on my boobs, hair, and back. I didn’t stop. Still my designer dark but bright pink bra was visible with focused eyes. After some time, an auto came, and agreed to take me to my destination. Then, sitting behind him, I observed that he wasn’t wearing any shirt or vest, as his shirt was soaked. Though mine were soaked enough, I had made my hair wet enough for one to believe. After a point, the auto came to a halt; he went to check and said some time would be needed to fix the issue. Since we were still far away, I asked him to fix it quickly, although he could charge me more. As he waited for a mechanic, I observed his tent in pants was different. Then, the rain began pouring very hard, so he came and sat inside the auto. However, as the autos didn’t have blinds in front, he was getting wet, and I humanly asked him to come sit behind with me. He hesitated but soon joined me. And we could feel the tension building up as well form the warmth of both of our bodies. His pant was wet till the knees. And I checked to see if anyone was there near us. Seeing no one, I popped my head outside, and I made my shirt wet. I asked him to remove his pants, while I removed my shirt. I said he would later get fever, as his head was wet, but he didn’t. My vest and bra gave the perfect cleavage to make his dick perpendicular to the ground. As I stared, then we both simultaneously kissed, as he removed my vest.
He fondled with my boobs; then, I stated, “That’s it.” Then, he said, “Madam, don’t just turn the heat up and leave me. Please cool it down. Please, ma’am, I will only fuck anal; please, I will also cum outside, ma’am.” After a continuous pleading, he removed his pant to show me the giant penis. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and I agreed to a blowjob. Then, the stench of his dick aroused me even more, as I sucked and played with his balls; I wanted more. I loved his hairy cock. I began sucking harder, and he asked me where to cum. I ignored and began sucking harder; his jizz filled my mouth. Then, I gave him a handjob to his lumpy brinjal, as it became hard; I gave him a bonus boobjob. He was at the seventh heaven; during this, I made his dick fuck my nipples, and all, wearing my bra. Then, I allowed him to cum on my beautiful jewels. After getting dressed, I went outside and cleaned myself in the rain. The mechanic came soon after, and I called my husband to bring a towel downstairs, while I sat covering my upper body with my bag.