Mallu mom submitted to Facebook friend – Part 2

Hi Everyone, Anna here. Sorry for the delay in part two. Since I wanted to share the exact experience of my story, I write when I am alone, away from my husband and children. But I want you to know that my husband knows everything about this incident.

How did I get the courage? How am I doing this? Feels like I’m a college girl again. How am I following this handsome stranger wearing this short cute dress and with my poking nipples visible through the dress.

I forgot my husband and my kids. Am I in love? Is this the thrill? Why am I following him? Am I craving his touch? Is it cos I am horny? Or am a slut?

I just followed him into the parking lot. His black sexy Thar was something else. Salim opened the door for me, and as I got in, he closed the door. The car smelled of leather, and he got in, turned on the car and the AC.

Me: Where to?

Salim: Your home?

Me: Nice joke.

Salim: I am serious, your husband and kids must be waiting.

Me: I can’t go in like this.

Salim: Why not?

Me: Look at my dress, and I’m not even wearing a bra.

Salim: You want your bra?

Me: If I’m going home, yes

Salim: Then take your breasts out.

Me: Are you joking? Now? In here?

Salim: Don’t worry, this car is tinted. And that’s your only choice.

Me: Promise you’ll return my bra?

Salim: Yes! Now take your tits out, Anna!

His words, like a command, made me pull my dress down. My breasts are hanging out. How is he doing this with just words? As soon as my breasts were visible, he was smiling at me.

His words were, “The first time I saw you on Facebook with your husband and kids, I wondered if you were an innocent like your looks. But look at you now, such a dirty little woman.”

He held my nipples with two fingers and he said, slut and pinched them. I looked into his eyes and I realised, am his slut now. And there is nothing I can do now. I will have to do anything he asks before he drops me off at home.

My nipples are aching. I told him to stop, but he didn’t.

Salim: Haha, today you are mine.

Out of nowhere, he pulled me near and started kissing me on my lips. He was sucking it like a candy. A max of 15 seconds, and he pushed me away, pulled my seatbelt and strapped it. Without realising what was happening, he just started the car.

An automatic, where his left hand is free. It has already started roaming on my thighs under my small dress. He made sure his touch is soft enough that whenever it reaches my clits, he touched it so well. I wanted it to be more than 45 minutes of driving.

A dress? Was it really there? Breasts hanging out, legs wide open. A husband is waiting for me at home, and the kids are waiting for their mother. With a stranger, submitted, naked, touched, groped, and used. But no regrets.

Salim: Don’t open your eyes.

I could hear windows rolling down, wind blowing on my face, boobs, open legs. Are people watching me naked? If yes? And I realised that it’ll make me happy even if a few people see.

And suddenly the windows closed and the car stopped. I was looking at the sea, at Vypin Beach. I was naked with the windows open on the way to Vypin Beach. And as I realised what just happened.

Salim: Get out of the car.

Me: What?

Salim: Go and get me a packet of peanuts.

Me: Like this?

Salim: Fix your clothes

Me: But I am not wearing a bra.

Salim: Let us see if you’ll get a discount.

Me: No

Salim: Do you want to go home?

Me: Yes.

Salim: Then do what you need to do.

I fixed my clothes, and he interrupted and pulled my collar down to make my cleavage visible. He pulled it down until half of my breasts were exposed, and he asked me to go like that.

I got out of the car, and the wind from the sea was blowing my skirt off my dress. I was struggling with my clothes while the strange men were looking at me with lust. I went to the vendor. His eyes were on my cleavage and poking nipples, smiled at him and asked for a packet.

Vendor: Is one enough, ma’am?

Me: Is there a discount if I buy two?

Vendor: I’ll give you a discount if you buy 3 maam.

Me: Am I not pretty enough for two?

Vendor: You are ma’am. (looking at my boobs)

Fishermen and locals are staring at my legs under this short dress. This shopkeeper is sizing my boobs with his eyes. And I am enjoying this somehow.

While giving money, I made sure I bent enough to expose enough, took the peanuts and walked faster back to the car as soon as I got inside the car. Salim took my boobs out.

Salim: Now tell me, did you enjoy?

I am enjoying this. Why? How? I don’t know. Am I a bad woman? Am I a slut? I don’t know, but I want more. But no. This can’t happen again.

Me: I think so

Salim: Now let’s go to your house.

While I was thinking about the reasons for this dress, I realised we are going back to the mall.

As the car stopped. A guy with a cover came near the car, and I fixed my dress. Salim rolled down the windows and took the cover from him. It was a new blouse with the same pattern.

Salim: I know you can’t go home like this, so change into the saree and go home. You will get a message on your phone. Make your decisions right.

I got out, went into the central mall again, and changed my clothes to a saree. I booked a cab back home.

Inside the cab. I was realising what just happened. A woman reading this story? Can you feel what I went through? Anyways, I reached home, and everything felt normal.

Or did I act well enough that no one should realise that I am not their wife and mother? Or am I their wife and mother and a woman with desire?

12:45: I received a message notification from Facebook, and I knew it was him.

The message was shocking-

Salim: Do you want to meet again? If you want to, do as I say.

– Take the marker that I’ve put on the cover of the clothes

– Go to the washroom

– Strip your clothes

– Write my name on your breasts

– Take a mirror selfie and send

A faithful wife? A good mother? Or a simple woman with desires? A lover? A cheating wife? A slut? What do you think after reading this? If you were a woman, would you send your naked pic with his name?

Tell me your answers and I’ll let you know what I did in the next part.