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.
