Mallu mom submitted to Facebook friend

My name is Anna. I am 34 years old. I have a husband who’s 41 years of age, and two kids who are 13 and 11. Ever since my marriage, I’ve been a loyal wife and a good mother to my kids. I married my boyfriend from college. We were in love then, and I’ve never had any doubts or confusion that he is my man. I’ve always stayed with him through his ups and downs.

I had two friends I used to go out with, both of them friends from my church, Stephy and Betty. We used to go out shopping. Stephy and Betty are very modern; they wear modern clothes all the time and have made me try dresses when I’m with them. I’ve been told that I’m sexy and hot, and I like hearing it.

Even though I mostly wear sarees and salwar, I like to wear them tight, showing my shape. And I love deep-neck sarees.

Coming to the story.

This happened two or three months ago. I’ve been using Facebook for a while and never used to flirt with any strangers or other men. But one day, I got a request from a guy called Salim. His name was unique because his account picture had an Om in it. I was surprised, and I thought I’d ask him about it.

We started talking for a while. And after two or three days, we became friends. He is 25 years old. And I thought of him as a younger brother or son. I never had any bad feelings about him.

One day, my friend posted a photo of the three of us. I was wearing a saree, Stephy was in a black bodycon long dress, and Betty was wearing a green sundress. Salim saw our photo and told me that I look sexy in a saree. It was unexpected; I thought he wouldn’t call me sexy, but he did, and I liked it. I reacted with a smiling emoji. He replied, asking me if I have pictures of myself in a dress. When I told him no, he started telling me about how those clothes would make me look pretty, etc. I was enjoying it somewhat. That’s when he told me that he’d take me shopping someday. I was surprised again; how can this guy be so cool talking to a married woman like this? I couldn’t stop it somehow.

But I told him that we’ll never meet because of how things are. However, he started asking me questions about what I like, what I don’t like… somehow, it was evident for both of us that I like to wear modern clothes, and it was more convincing that I like to expose my skin.

His questions were making me question myself. He was getting into my head. One day, he asked me for my selfie, and I actually sent him a photo of mine. Out of nowhere, he asked if he could see my cleavage. I was shocked for a while. And I said to him not to talk to me like that. But he was not backing down. Since I didn’t block him, it was a green flag for him. And then, after a few days, while changing sarees for a marriage, I actually shared a picture of mine in a blouse and skirt with Salim. He was not surprised. It was as if he was expecting it. Then, his next question shocked me: “When do I get to play with this?”

I jokingly said, “Never, all you get is to watch.”

Then he said, “Can I watch it in real?”

Me: “Maybe.”

Salim: “Can I see you naked?”

Me: “No.”

Salim: “Bikini?”

Me: “I don’t think so.”

Salim: “At least a short dress? Even you want to try it, don’t you?”

Me: “Hmmm.”

Salim: “Yeah? Flaunt your sexy curves, expose a little skin, knowing men are looking at your cleavage; don’t you want to explore this feeling?”

Me: “Hmmm.”

Salim: “Yes or no?”

Me: “Yes, but I’m happily married and have kids.”

Salim: “That doesn’t change the fact that you desire to be my girl for a day.”

Me: “Your girl?”

Salim: “For a day, you’ll be. Just tell me when you’re free.”

I thought about the conversation and decided to meet him, not realizing what I was getting into. I told him that I’d meet him that Sunday, and he asked me to wax my legs and arms. I realized that he was planning something. But still, I was ready to explore this.

I told my husband that I was going out with Stephy on Sunday after church. He wanted me to wear a saree. And we were planning to meet at Central Mall.

The day before, I waxed and was excited and tense. I was going to meet a complete stranger whom I met on Facebook, lying to my husband, and not thinking about my kids.

The next morning, I went to church, came back, and wore a black sleeveless blouse and a saree. I wore the saree neat, but the cleavage was a bit visible through the saree.

I reached the mall, and he asked me to wait for five minutes. I realized that I’m being a college girl who is waiting for a guy. Or am I a slut? A lot of things started coming to my mind. I got a call on Facebook. He told me that if I wanted to meet him, I have to do something. I was pissed, and I started walking out. But when I was about to exit, I stopped and decided to do what he asked. He wanted me to show more of my cleavage. I went to the washroom, made sure my cleavage was well seen, came out, and there he was – tall and fair, well-built. He smiled at me and told me, “Hi, Anna, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me,” and he looked at my cleavage. He patted my head and said, “You are beautiful; your husband is so lucky to have you. And maybe from today, I’ll be luckier.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Salim: “You know exactly what I meant.”

Me: “Salim, I am really excited to be here; all in for the fun, but I will have certain limitations, and I can’t cross it.”

Salim: “I understand. But our deal is still on, right?”

Me: “Seeing me in a short dress?”

Salim: “Yes.”

Me: “Let’s go to the fashion store.”

We started walking, and I started realizing men are looking at me.

Salim: “Are you enjoying all the attention?”

Me: “Kind of” with a smile.

We got into the fashion store, and he picked a few dresses for me. I was excited and scared. I picked four dresses and went into the dressing room. Removing the saree was a task. I removed the saree, standing and watching myself in the matching black lingerie. Then, I wore the first green dress; it was too tight, my boobs were popping out, but it was till my knees. I opened the door and put my head out and called Salim and told him that I couldn’t come out.

He pushed the door and came in. I was surprised, and he held my right boobs and said, “Yeah, this is too tight for you, too slutty; I don’t think you’re ready for this.”

His act, his words got me confused. I didn’t even react when he held my boob. And what did he mean, not ready? I’ll be ready soon?

I got back to my senses and asked him, “Who gave you permission to touch me?”

Salim: “Baby, the moment you called me to show yourself in this sexy dress, I realized that you will do anything I ask. But I’m not asking for more. Yes, today I’ll touch you; I’ll make sure to size and feel each bit of your body before dropping you home. And yes, I’ll drop you home. Now, change into the blue sundress. Do you understand?” holding my boobs and pushing me to the mirror, turning my front to the mirror.

He whispered, “Do you understand?”

When I was quiet, he squeezed my boob, and I moaned. He left me and started laughing. “Look at you, baby; are you scared? You’re a naughty woman.” I liked that he called me naughty, and he said, “Be naughtier.”

Me: “You sure?”

Salim: “Yes! You’re already here; now, why hold back?”

I smiled and pulled down my dress until it reached the tip of my nipples. The moment he realized my bra and panties were lying around, all of a sudden, he took my bra and stuffed it inside his pockets and got out, telling me to show the other clothes.

The sundress was too short, and my thighs were visible. But I came out wearing it. The salesmen were amazed, looking at me with nipples poking out. He looked at me and told me to try the next one. It was a deep-neck, backless dress with a rope. My boobs were hanging; one jump and my babies would pop out. He told me to try the next one.

It was a black dress with a long skirt with three slits at the front, and it looked like my boobs were cupped and looked so busty. The slits made sure that my thighs were visible when I walked. He was happy seeing me in it and asked me to change and come. I started wearing my saree; it was weird, a weird sensation wearing a blouse without a bra. And after a long 15 minutes, I wore the saree and came out. While walking to the billing counter, I realized we were going to buy all those dresses, and he was planning to pay. But what’s his plan? Where does he plan to take me to wear all that? It’s already night. He packed it, and while walking back, he saw something – a satin dress. He said to me, “I want to see you in that.”

Me: “But it’s hard to change again.”

He held my hand, walked towards the dress, picked it up, took me to the dressing room. He came along and started stripping me. That moment, I realized I have submitted to him; I’m his slut. The loyal wife and mother of 15 years is stripping for a complete stranger. There, I stood in front of him in my blouse and skirt. He held my blouse and pulled so hard that the hooks broke, and my boobs were hanging in front of him, with me trying to cover them. And then he pulled the tie of my skirt, and it fell down.

I was standing in front of a complete stranger in my panties, trying to cover my boobs. He held my hands and raised them up. And with his other hand, he held one my boobs and crushed it so hard that tears started coming from my eyes.

Salim: “Now, wear that satin dress and show me.”

He left me and sat on the stool in the room. I started wearing that, and he was enjoying it. He asked me to turn and raise my hands and saw each bit.

Now, he threw me the sundress and asked me to wear it and meet him outside. I was so shy, but I wore the dress and came out.

He said, “Let’s go for a meal,” and he started walking to the parking. And I started following him.

To be continued…