I was walking up to there Bus stop when I first saw him
He was there standing alongside others there was a certain calmness in him although he was plain in other aspects nothing just an ordinary bearded guy with a tummy .what made him different was him standing aloof being calm and looking gentlemanly in morning bus full of ruffians
Hi my name is Palki, Palki Sharma a 42 year old mother ,ex career woman and a full time housewife . I live in delhi with my husband and my son rahul .My husband usually keeps busy at work and so i have to manage the house by myself which is hard work to do by yourself but I usually do it fine until the day when it goes wrong due to human errors
Today was that day. I forgot to remind my son to pack his lunch, and he,clearly taking after me,forgot to take it as well. And so, I had to go to the bus stop.I usually dont go outside that much but when I do ,I usually dress myself in a saree or salwar - you know the usual indian wife wear but in a manner suited to me .
Let me tell you about myself so you can get an Idea about me .I am 5’6 around 65 kgs and my measurements are 34-29-36 which gives me a balanced, hourglass-leaning silhouette thats slim and feminine .My hair is Jet black which i wear in smooth, straight or soft waves, often shoulder-length or longer, neatly pinned or left open for a polished look. My posture is fine - I carry myself with confidence and poise .My eyes are dark brown ,sharp and expressive- They add intensity to my overall calm and piercing demeanour. I have the usual fair to medium Indian complexion, I keep myself well groomed with minimal makeup
I draped my yellow saree North indian style with pleats neatly pinned at front ,pallu flowing over my shoulder alongside small gold earrings, a simple necklace and a bindi with light makeup and then dashed to the bus stop
“Suniye, I’m fine. My stop is nearby. You sit.”
“Madam ji, listen. You have to get off at Veena Vidya Niketan,it’s not nearby. Plus, you’re a woman. At every stop, dozens of men get on and off, which makes it inconvenient to stand. I’m accustomed to it all, but pardon me, you’re not. You should sit down.”
I wanted to protest further, but he went off and joined the conductor. They looked like they knew each other, and they started chatting. However he left an impression not with his face but his way with words, his attar and his belly n natural beard which I have started to appreciate after living with my white bearded plain cut husband
I saw him again at the bus stop because I had to go grocery shopping.
He smiled and walked up to me, and we walked down to the stop together. The bus was late, so we started talking. He seemed intelligent by the way he spoke. When we boarded the bus, he joked about how I had finally figured out my way around public transport. I laughed along with him and so it began.
“My name is Abdul. I’m a car mechanic,” he said.
We hadn’t introduced ourselves yet.
“Oh, I’m Palk,Palki Sharma. I’m a housewife.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m a regular on this route. That day I saw you and wondered why would such a proper lady ride a bus?”
“Excuse me?” I said, raising one eyebrow.
“Oh no, I meant you look upper middle class. I’m just a mechanic, so I go up and down by bus.”
“You can call me near upper middle class,” I said with a smile, “but I still like to save money. It’s a housewife thing.”
“Oh, saving for the future. Yeah, obviously.”
“Well, my stop is near, so I have to get down,” I said, getting up from my seat.
“Hey,now that we’ve been introduced, common courtesy dictates that I should invite you for tea. Would you join me this Saturday, if you’re free?”
“Uh… I don’t really know you, and I don’t usually visit others,” I said carefully.
“But you can come to my house for tea. I’m usually free after Rahul and Vineet ji leave for school.”
“Oh yes, I can visit you. It’s always good to make new friends in this city.”
“Maybe you can also check our car. My husband is busy, so he can’t take it to the garage.”
“Oh yes, I will.”
The day of visit came quickly.
Truthfully, I had been hesitant wary of inviting a man I barely knew, a chance acquaintance finto the quiet safety of my house
My mind spun worst-case scenarios: a drunkard, a violent stranger, someone who might assault me… or far worse.
Still, some quiet instinct told me he wasn’t dangerous.
So against all reason, I prepared myself — plain salwar kameez, face bare of makeup, the same unremarkable version of me I always presented to the world.
My primary concerns were maybe getting my husbands car fixed and get a regular mech for myself but what happened was not what I expected ever or maybe ,maybe i did subconsciously
Maybe I wanted it all to happen ,the affair ,the marital violation and the sexula thrill of a loyal brahmin housewife of a decade to get corrupted by an average muslim blue collar guy
Not that abdool was a bull out to cuck hindu men out of some misplaced religious zeal.He was just a normal guy who ultimately couldnt resist the temptation of an affair with a proper lady he never thought in his wildest dreams to fuck so he was drawn towards it like a moth to a flame .And how can I blame him?? I never tried to seduce anyone ever in my life but when i unintentionally did it was a riot of sexual love unthought of till this day
We just did not start fucking ,we talked , we exchanged underwear ,yes we both are underwear fetishists .It came off surprising for a many that a woman was into mens Kacchas but I always had a thing for them . How they clinged and covered their manhoods ,contained their masculine essence .pouches which constrained cocks ,cocks of all sizes ,the bigger the tigher alongside their sweaty ballsacks covered with public hair and all it would take is one look for me to get it erect ,full of blood ,struggling against the material ,cocks big and small ,bristling for me .I always smelled my husbands underwear after i had washed them best as i could .the manly scent lingered despite the detergent and straighteners , a public hair still there in the pouch . which i took and put it on my tongue .devouring that essence of masculinity made me feel closer to husband . a woman full of penis envy clinging close to her mans boxers to feel what she feels she has been .moistness in my vagina . sometimes i lost myself and started licking vineets chaddi .my tongue covering his trunks with saliva as if a pornstar did in those movies to a real cock .It was my way of coming close to my husbands,his manliness who he wasted on his 9 to 5 grind in service of our family . i will always cherish love and adore him for this but i couldnt prevent myself from falling
Abdool’s Janghiya was different from my man’s silky trunks .he wore those cheap rupa ones until it turned to shreds being a bachelor he had no one to buy them and he just wasnt interested in buying them . He was more interested in female underwear for that matter similar to me was his interest in Janana chaddis . His reasoning was the underwear companies do not pay heed to male’s comfort or ease but in female cases they do .the design is inherently superior to mardana ,the seams finer and the way the crotch is designed it provides far more cushion for the lund .He told me he was crazy about panties .stealing them from places such as his friends home when his mother and sister wasn;t there .some unsuspecting aunty ,sometimes he just bought them .It must have been some complex/childhood trauma or something but i was pleasantly delighted to find a fellow chaddi connoisseur that i ignored it and dived head first into the the panty exchanges .
It started with him peeking into our laundry basket where my knickers were on top .His gaze seemed stuck there ,transfixed like a child first seeing hot wheel in a baazaar .He was stuck there till i noticed and asked him
“Can I help you with something in there, Abdul?” I asked him
“Uhh .no …”
“You found something interesting in there by the looks of it . Is it my panty that caught your eye??“
“Uhh uh “ abdool lowered his gaze while talking “ yes . I admit i was looking at your panty .
LOL he folded preety quickly I thought to myself .”idiot “ i smiled
“May i know the reason why??” I think i knew already but it was fun seeing him break a sweat.
“I won’t lie to you Madam but ever since teenage ,i am fascinated actually obsessed by panties. I find them strangely alluring in many ways “
“Erotic “ I came straight to the point”
“Not just erotic madam ji although yes i do look at them that way” but also in an artistic manner .their material their cuts
“To be continued”
He was there standing alongside others there was a certain calmness in him although he was plain in other aspects nothing just an ordinary bearded guy with a tummy .what made him different was him standing aloof being calm and looking gentlemanly in morning bus full of ruffians
Hi my name is Palki, Palki Sharma a 42 year old mother ,ex career woman and a full time housewife . I live in delhi with my husband and my son rahul .My husband usually keeps busy at work and so i have to manage the house by myself which is hard work to do by yourself but I usually do it fine until the day when it goes wrong due to human errors
Today was that day. I forgot to remind my son to pack his lunch, and he,clearly taking after me,forgot to take it as well. And so, I had to go to the bus stop.I usually dont go outside that much but when I do ,I usually dress myself in a saree or salwar - you know the usual indian wife wear but in a manner suited to me .
Let me tell you about myself so you can get an Idea about me .I am 5’6 around 65 kgs and my measurements are 34-29-36 which gives me a balanced, hourglass-leaning silhouette thats slim and feminine .My hair is Jet black which i wear in smooth, straight or soft waves, often shoulder-length or longer, neatly pinned or left open for a polished look. My posture is fine - I carry myself with confidence and poise .My eyes are dark brown ,sharp and expressive- They add intensity to my overall calm and piercing demeanour. I have the usual fair to medium Indian complexion, I keep myself well groomed with minimal makeup
I draped my yellow saree North indian style with pleats neatly pinned at front ,pallu flowing over my shoulder alongside small gold earrings, a simple necklace and a bindi with light makeup and then dashed to the bus stop
“Suniye, I’m fine. My stop is nearby. You sit.”
“Madam ji, listen. You have to get off at Veena Vidya Niketan,it’s not nearby. Plus, you’re a woman. At every stop, dozens of men get on and off, which makes it inconvenient to stand. I’m accustomed to it all, but pardon me, you’re not. You should sit down.”
I wanted to protest further, but he went off and joined the conductor. They looked like they knew each other, and they started chatting. However he left an impression not with his face but his way with words, his attar and his belly n natural beard which I have started to appreciate after living with my white bearded plain cut husband
I saw him again at the bus stop because I had to go grocery shopping.
He smiled and walked up to me, and we walked down to the stop together. The bus was late, so we started talking. He seemed intelligent by the way he spoke. When we boarded the bus, he joked about how I had finally figured out my way around public transport. I laughed along with him and so it began.
“My name is Abdul. I’m a car mechanic,” he said.
We hadn’t introduced ourselves yet.
“Oh, I’m Palk,Palki Sharma. I’m a housewife.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m a regular on this route. That day I saw you and wondered why would such a proper lady ride a bus?”
“Excuse me?” I said, raising one eyebrow.
“Oh no, I meant you look upper middle class. I’m just a mechanic, so I go up and down by bus.”
“You can call me near upper middle class,” I said with a smile, “but I still like to save money. It’s a housewife thing.”
“Oh, saving for the future. Yeah, obviously.”
“Well, my stop is near, so I have to get down,” I said, getting up from my seat.
“Hey,now that we’ve been introduced, common courtesy dictates that I should invite you for tea. Would you join me this Saturday, if you’re free?”
“Uh… I don’t really know you, and I don’t usually visit others,” I said carefully.
“But you can come to my house for tea. I’m usually free after Rahul and Vineet ji leave for school.”
“Oh yes, I can visit you. It’s always good to make new friends in this city.”
“Maybe you can also check our car. My husband is busy, so he can’t take it to the garage.”
“Oh yes, I will.”
The day of visit came quickly.
Truthfully, I had been hesitant wary of inviting a man I barely knew, a chance acquaintance finto the quiet safety of my house
My mind spun worst-case scenarios: a drunkard, a violent stranger, someone who might assault me… or far worse.
Still, some quiet instinct told me he wasn’t dangerous.
So against all reason, I prepared myself — plain salwar kameez, face bare of makeup, the same unremarkable version of me I always presented to the world.
My primary concerns were maybe getting my husbands car fixed and get a regular mech for myself but what happened was not what I expected ever or maybe ,maybe i did subconsciously
Maybe I wanted it all to happen ,the affair ,the marital violation and the sexula thrill of a loyal brahmin housewife of a decade to get corrupted by an average muslim blue collar guy
Not that abdool was a bull out to cuck hindu men out of some misplaced religious zeal.He was just a normal guy who ultimately couldnt resist the temptation of an affair with a proper lady he never thought in his wildest dreams to fuck so he was drawn towards it like a moth to a flame .And how can I blame him?? I never tried to seduce anyone ever in my life but when i unintentionally did it was a riot of sexual love unthought of till this day
We just did not start fucking ,we talked , we exchanged underwear ,yes we both are underwear fetishists .It came off surprising for a many that a woman was into mens Kacchas but I always had a thing for them . How they clinged and covered their manhoods ,contained their masculine essence .pouches which constrained cocks ,cocks of all sizes ,the bigger the tigher alongside their sweaty ballsacks covered with public hair and all it would take is one look for me to get it erect ,full of blood ,struggling against the material ,cocks big and small ,bristling for me .I always smelled my husbands underwear after i had washed them best as i could .the manly scent lingered despite the detergent and straighteners , a public hair still there in the pouch . which i took and put it on my tongue .devouring that essence of masculinity made me feel closer to husband . a woman full of penis envy clinging close to her mans boxers to feel what she feels she has been .moistness in my vagina . sometimes i lost myself and started licking vineets chaddi .my tongue covering his trunks with saliva as if a pornstar did in those movies to a real cock .It was my way of coming close to my husbands,his manliness who he wasted on his 9 to 5 grind in service of our family . i will always cherish love and adore him for this but i couldnt prevent myself from falling
Abdool’s Janghiya was different from my man’s silky trunks .he wore those cheap rupa ones until it turned to shreds being a bachelor he had no one to buy them and he just wasnt interested in buying them . He was more interested in female underwear for that matter similar to me was his interest in Janana chaddis . His reasoning was the underwear companies do not pay heed to male’s comfort or ease but in female cases they do .the design is inherently superior to mardana ,the seams finer and the way the crotch is designed it provides far more cushion for the lund .He told me he was crazy about panties .stealing them from places such as his friends home when his mother and sister wasn;t there .some unsuspecting aunty ,sometimes he just bought them .It must have been some complex/childhood trauma or something but i was pleasantly delighted to find a fellow chaddi connoisseur that i ignored it and dived head first into the the panty exchanges .
It started with him peeking into our laundry basket where my knickers were on top .His gaze seemed stuck there ,transfixed like a child first seeing hot wheel in a baazaar .He was stuck there till i noticed and asked him
“Can I help you with something in there, Abdul?” I asked him
“Uhh .no …”
“You found something interesting in there by the looks of it . Is it my panty that caught your eye??“
“Uhh uh “ abdool lowered his gaze while talking “ yes . I admit i was looking at your panty .
LOL he folded preety quickly I thought to myself .”idiot “ i smiled
“May i know the reason why??” I think i knew already but it was fun seeing him break a sweat.
“I won’t lie to you Madam but ever since teenage ,i am fascinated actually obsessed by panties. I find them strangely alluring in many ways “
“Erotic “ I came straight to the point”
“Not just erotic madam ji although yes i do look at them that way” but also in an artistic manner .their material their cuts
“To be continued”
