Hot Indian bhabhi’s pussy gets licked by an imposter
This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read here. Ashok and Savita were sitting on the couch discussing their weekend plans. Savita badly wanted to attend the superhero-themed party that they were invited to. Ashok, even though hesitant, accepted the invitation since Savita agreed to dress up as ‘The Scarlet Queen.’ It was an erotic comic character that made aroused Ashok always. But Ashok also against attending the party since his co-worker Vikram would be there. “He is a co-worker. But he is also an arrogant, pompous, and irresponsible scumbag!” said Ashok with a furious, angry expression he had ever made. Ashok never hated anybody like this, and it surprised Savita. Ashok was narrating an incident from the office that made him hate Vikram to the core. Vikram had joined the office a year back. Vikram, who was an inch taller than Ashok, always had a serious wicked look on his face. Ashok always worked hard to meet the deadline as early as possible so that he can spend his time with Savita. However, despite being his co-worker, Vikram did nothing except flirt with the female employees. But what made Ashok furious was he always took the credit for Ashok’s handwork. He even got a bonus for the work that Ashok did. Also, Vikram never neglected an opportunity to make fun of Ashok in front of the other colleagues “Honey, it has been a while since we went to a party, that too a theme party. How about we will simply ignore him?” Savita said, trying to calm him down. She didn’t want Ashok to worry about some bully. “I-I think you are right Savi, it will be quite fun, plus I can be my favorite childhood hero, a Thunder Man,” Ashok said, holding Savita by her waist. He didn’t want his wife to think he was a scared cat. That weekend Ashok and Savita were dressed up as superheroes for the Superhero themed party. Ashok wore a single suit with bright colors and carried a hammer. He wanted to look like his childhood hero, ‘Thunder man,’ and was partially successful. Meanwhile, Savita looked like a bombshell. “Savita! I am getting a boner! You look like a bombshell! ” Ashok said as he felt his hammer grow. Savita was wearing that looked similar to Viking armor. The top was actually just two cups with a metallic shade that hardly covered the breasts. Her breasts were tightly pressed in her costume, forming an extremely erotic deep cleavage. The top was in such a way that its lower boundaries were two-inch below her melons. Savita had no piece of cloth from the end of her metallic bra-like top to her waist. Her pulpy plump belly was exposed, and her belly button glistened. She had worn a skirt with similar metallic armor-like designs that stretched only a couple of inches above her knees. It also had wide slits on both sides of the waist that exposed her armor-like panty inside. She also wore long gauntlets and boots and the costume that completed the ‘Scarlet queen’ cosplay. At the party, Vikram was pressing against Rhea, who was the host. Then he spotted Savita dressed like a slut walking towards the dance floor. Vikram was in a ‘Tarzan’ like costume and decided to hit on Savita. “Did you sit in a pile of sugar, Sweetie? Because you have a pretty sweet butt.” Vikram tried his pathetic pick-up line on Savita. “Anyway, my name’s Vikram, but everybody calls me Vicky,” He said, making Savita realize this was the douchebag Ashok was talking about. Savita knew how to handle men like him. Her wits came into play, and she easily made him regret that he was hitting on her. But what surprised him was that she was the wife of Ashok. He couldn’t believe somebody like Ashok could nail a woman like Savita. During the whole party, Vikram just ogled at Savita’s exposed cleavage. Savita was actually aroused by the fact that men could not take their eyes off her body. “How about we can sneak to the balcony. It looks empty and dark,” she asked Ashok. “Savi! Are you out of your mind? We can’t do this out here! And that too with my colleagues around!” Ashok said, trying to control Savita. Ashok had to move to the washroom room. It was pretty difficult to pee with the costume on, and he removed it. He had no choice but to remove it. Ashok was just in his underwear inside the stall when Vikram sneaked inside the washroom. He very quietly pulled Ashok’s costume from the stall and locked it from outside. Before Ashok could realize what was happening, Vikram was in the ‘Thunder-man’ costume. He thanked the mask that would not reveal his identity. Meanwhile, Ashok called out from the stall, “Vikram? God no! Is it one of your pranks! Argh! Not today!” Savita could not recognize Vikram, who was dressed as ‘Thunder-man’ now. Believing that this was her husband, Savita guided him to the dance floor. Savita was horny and wanted her husband to give her what she needed. But she never realized this was not her husband. She danced around him and rubbed herself on his groin, giving him a boner. It didn’t take much time for Savita to get him aroused, especially since Vikram was looking for an opportunity to nail Savita. Savita rubbed her bouncy ass on his crotch. She giggled as she noticed the boner. Vikram turned her around and planed a wild wet kiss through his half mask. “I don’t remember last time Ashok kissed me this passionately,” Savita thought as she felt him suck her tongue. Vikram took Savita to the balcony. The balcony was open and empty except for a couple of recliner seats and umbrellas. Vikram grabbed her from behind like a wild, mad dog and squeezed her humongous tits over the bra. Ashok was never this wild to Savita, and she loved every bit of this ‘Thunder man.’ He pulled down her bra quickly and squeezed melons. Her perky pink nipples were hard. He groped them like they were dough balls.