Shano was finally back from that wild slum. Her body was sore from everything that happened, and her head was spinning. She felt exhausted and ashamed, but deep down, there was a spark of excitement she couldn't quite shake.
Cum had dried on her skin ever after taking a shower.
The next morning started off normal. Shano stood at the door in her Abaya and Hijab, waved goodbye to Shahbaz as he backed out of the driveway. "Have a great day at work!" she called out. Her voice sounded calm, even though her head was spinning due to the last night's gangbang. Shahbaz just smiled and waved back, having no clue what she was actually going through. As soon as he turned the corner, Shano shut the door and leaned against it, finally letting out a long, heavy sigh.
Soon, Ramu walked out of the kitchen, watching her with that same look in his eyes that always made her heart race. He didn't say anything as he walked up to her. He slowly untied her Abaya robe, letting it slide off her shoulders. Shano just stood there in the middle of the hallway, completely naked, as the robe pooled at her feet. Her heavy boobs exposed, fit midriff glistening slightly from the morning heat. She looked like the curvy actress Alison Tyler standing in an Indian house.
Ramu reached out and pressed her boobs firmly, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened.
Shano pushed his hands away gently and said, "No Ramu, not today, I have to attend a wedding this evening, and Shahbaz is coming home early. I have to handle all the housework myself now, don't I? Since you won't help with a single thing because you have those photos of me like you own me? I can't believe you actually took pictures of me with those men banging me last night. How could you do that? You are treating me like whore you can just sell for a money."
Ramu paused, his hands still pressing her boobs and a slight smirk on his face. "Begum, those pictures are just my insurance. Besides, you enjoyed the attention, didn't you? The dancing, the cheering, you weren't exactly fighting it. But if you want to talk about the videos from last night? I have everything, cocks in your mouth, your pussy and your ass. If Shahbaz sees even one, your Pathaan honor is gone forever.
Shano's face burned with a mix of rage and shame. "You think this is some kind of game? I didn't choose this! You blackmailed me into that slum hell. Those men treated me like a toy, rubbing their cocks everywhere on my body, cumming on me and you just watched, counting your rupees. How can you even live in peace, turning an innocent respectable Muslim woman into this? I pray every day for forgiveness, but you keep pulling me deeper.
"Did you or your ancestors ever treat my people fairly? You always treated us like animals, even when your religion tells you to treat every human fairly. And now, when justice is being served, you act all innocent. Fine, go ahead and do your chores; I will watch," Ramu said in a grumpy voice.
Ramu just sat on the sofa in silence, watching her. Shano started the housework; sweeping the floors, dusting the shelves and washing the dishes, all the things Ramu was supposed to be doing. She did all this work being naked in her own house. As the morning got hotter, sweat began to bead on her forehead and trickle down her neck. Ramu didn't say a word, he just sat there and watched every move of Shano.
After an hour, as Shano wiped sweat from her brow, Ramu spoke up. "What are you wearing to the wedding tonight?"
Shano, breathing heavily, went to her walk in closet and pulled out a beautiful sky blue abaya adorned with delicate pearls, paired with a white silk hijab. "This," she said, holding it up. "It's modest, elegant and perfect for a Muslim woman like me at a family event."
Ramu stood, approached her, and softly slapped her cheek playfully, with a romantic sparkle in his eye. "You won't be wearing that, honey. I have got something much better waiting for you at my slum."
Shano's eyes grew wide with rage. She was still boiling with anger over the gangbang that had happened last night.
"Don't you dare call me 'honey.' "What do you even mean by 'honey'? How can you even say that after what you did? You treated me like something you could just sell. You gave me away to those dirty men like I wasn't even human. Strangers rubbing their cocks on my armpits, my thighs, one man even tried to fuck my navel! I was forced rim them and lick their smelly feet that they forced into my mouth. I was a good wife and a pious woman but you turned me into a cum covered slut for your pocket money. And now you think you can tell me what to wear? No way. I am never going back to that slum. Those people treated me like garbage yesterday, I am done with your games, Ramu. Go ahead, show everyone the pictures. I had rather be shamed by the whole world than let you control me for one more second."
Ramu watched her. At first, he seemed to think she was funny, but then he calmed down. His face became cold and serious, like he was planning his next move. "Shout all you want, Begum. But remember the videos, especially the one where you are moaning with two cocks in your mouth or the golden shower I gave you? One click, and it's on every phone in Malerkotla. Your sons will see their mother as a whore. Shahbaz will divorce you. Your family name will vanish and your family will disown you, you will have no place to live anywhere. In the end, you will be forced to become a prostitute. Come to the slum, or lose everything."
Shano started to shake, tears blurring her vision. "You are a monster," she said. "Fine... I'll go. But this is going to end soon, Ramu. I promise you that."
She put on her burkha and niqab to hide her face again and climbed onto the back of Ramu's bike. As they rode toward the slum, she held onto his waist, her heart heavy and her mind full of anger.
The moment they entered the neighborhood, the crowd noticed them. People started booing, men and women were shouting insults. "Ramu, you fool! Why are you bringing a Muslim ghost in a burkha here?" someone yelled. "Get that Muslim woman out of our Hindu slum!" another screamed. Someone else spat on the ground and said, "These Muslim women think they are special and hide their ugly faces like that!"
None of them realized it was actually Shano, the very same woman they were all cheering for just last night. The mean words really hurt her, and she could feel her heart racing under her Burkha.
Two rough Hindu men stepped forward and grabbed her burkha. "Let's see what this Muslim whore looks like!" one snarled. They forcefully ripped open the burkha and yanked off her hijab and niqab. Shano gasped as she got exposed in the bright daylight, but to everyone's surprise, including Ramu's, she wore only a two piece black lingerie underneath. The top barely contained her big heavy boobs, the bottom riding low on her hips, revealing her toned midriff and navel piercing. She had put the lingerie on earlier because the heat was unbearable in Malerkotla and she was not expecting her burkha to be ripped open.
The two men stared, their eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit..." one of them breathed. "We have only seen women who look like this on porn sites!" one said to the other. "Look at those boobs and that belly, perfect!"
Without hesitation, they lunged at her. One forced a deep tongue kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as he held her hand with one hand and pressed her boobs with the other. Shano struggled but she couldn't do anything. The other lifted her arm and licked her smooth wide armpit, tasting her sweat. "So smooth and tasty," he groaned. His fingers probed her navel, but the piercing blocked deeper entry, so he settled for rubbing around it, making Shano squirm.
Ramu pushed them back and said "Leave her alone! She's here with me, and we have work to do." Ramu held Shano's hand and led her to his room.
He showed her the outfit: a gorgeous red lehenga choli. The top (choli) was cropped and tight with full sleeves, backless and a low neckline to show off her cleavage. The skirt was big and flowy, with beautiful silver embroidery around the waist. It was designed to sit very low on her hips. This left her midriff completely bare, from just under her breasts to well below her navel, showing off a lot of skin and created a long midriff exposure.
Shano stared at the dress in horror. "I won't wear this! It shows way too much skin. A Muslim woman like me can't go to a wedding with my belly and boobs showing like that. What will people say? My family will never speak to me and Shahbaz won't even let me wear it.
Ramu crossed his arms. "You will wear it, or the videos go out. Imagine Shahbaz seeing you squirting in the slum."
After a long argument, Shano finally gave in and agreed to wear it. As she got ready to leave, Ramu handed her the Burkha she was wearing, as she was about to wear it, suddenly an old Hindu man snatched it from her and tossed it back to Ramu. "No way!" he shouted, "Non-Hindus wear bikinis and lingeries in our slum, no hiding!" The whole crowd cheered. "Yeah! Show that body!"
Shano protested, but the crowd of men surged forward. Their hands were everywhere on Shano, and cut her bra and thongs and kept pressing her boobs, sucking her neck and armpits, kissing her forcefully, multiple fingers entering her pussy and ass. One man inserted a butt plug in her anus while the other rubbed her clit until she squirted hard, her juices soaked the ground and her legs began to quiver and she fell to the ground. As the orgasm hit, Shano's mind flashed to her past: praying five times a day, being a faithful wife to Shahbaz, raising her children with honor. "I could have stopped it all... if I just refused Ramu that first time," she thought, sobbing amid the pleasure. "Now I am just a slut."
Ramu jumped in right away and stopped the crowd from getting anywhere near Shano. He stood between her and the horny men, pushing them back to give her space. "She is getting late, I will bring her to you sometime later". He picked her up and carried her outside the slum while she was still naked. He gave her the Burkha and Hijab which she wore on her naked body.
She was finally reached home and was free from that slum. She took a long shower and scrubbed her skin hard to wash away the memory of being touched in the slum. In the mean time her husband Shahbaz returned from his work.
While she was just wrapped in her towel getting ready for the wedding, suddenly Ramu burst into the bedroom where she was getting ready. Without a warning, he pushed her against the mirror and smashed his cock into her pussy from behind.
Shano: RAMU!!! STOP! Aghhhh!!! Shahbaz is outside! he will hear us! We will do this...agggh..later.
Ramu: There is no later, ahh fuck! What a pussy...FUCK!
Shahbaz, who was waiting for Shano in the living room, heard the rhythmic thumps and thuds coming from the bedroom.
Shahbaz knocked. "Shano? Everything okay? I hear noises.
"See you fucking bastard, he heard us," Shano hissed. "I don't give a fuck about him, I just want to reach the heavens through your pussy", Ramu said while fucking Shano in a missionary position on the bed. Shano enjoyed the fucking too, so she didn't remove his cock from her pussy, instead she wrapped her torso in her towel and opened the bedroom door slightly, poking her head out while Ramu was still fucking her pussy from behind the door.
Shano: "What is wrong with you Shahbaz? Can't a woman get ready in peace? Everything is...umm..umm..ah..... fine, just go wait in the living room! You always keep disturbing me.
Shahbaz (confused): Sorry, just checking.
Shano closed the door and told Ramu, "I was so close to getting got you stupid, cum in my pussy already." Ramu finished, cumming deep in her pussy. "Don't clean it, let it drip tonight" he said.
After having a really good sex, Shano hurried up to get ready and Ramu assisted her. Within a few minutes she was ready. For the makeup she got smokey eyes and light red lipstick that looked very natural. She did light make up/ contouring on her cleavage too which enhanced it even more as it was already looking big and amazing before it, she put on a silver navel piericing.
After having a really good sex, Shano hurried to get ready, and Ramu helped her along the way. He passed her what she needed and made sure everything was in place. They worked quickly, but not carelessly. Within a few minutes, she was ready. She chose soft smoky eye makeup and a light red lipstick that looked natural on her face. The makeup was simple and clean and highlighted her features without looking heavy. She also applied light makeup to her cleavage, carefully blending it so it looked neat and well done. To finish her look, she put on a silver navel piercing. As she was about to leave the bedroom, Ramu suddenly stopped her and gently rubbed oil onto her belly.
"What the hell are you doing, Ramu?" Shano asked, sounding annoyed.
"Just look in the mirror," Ramu said with a smirk.
When she looked, she noticed how her midriff looked smoother and more sexier than before. She smiled, leaned in, and kissed Ramu. Then she walked into the living room to show her husband, Shahbaz, her outfit.
Shano stepped out of the bedroom wearing a red lehenga choli, her oiled midriff gleaming under the lights, The fabric hugged her body well, and the outfit revealed her midriff, which caught the light as she moved. The neckline of the choli was low, showing her cleavage and hinted at the fullness of her heavy breasts, while the detailed embroidery and wide lehenga (skirt) kept a traditional look despite how revealing it was.
Shahbaz was waiting in the living room and reading a newspaper. When he looked up and saw her, the paper dropped from his hands. He just stared, totally shocked.
"Shano, what on earth is this?" Shahbaz shouted, his voice loud with surprise and anger. He pointed at her outfit. "You are a Muslim woman. We have been married for 37 years! How can you go out like this, showing your stomach, your chest, and a belly button ring? This is not okay for our community. What will our family say? What about the religious teachings on covering up?"
Shano stuttered, then she saw Ramu who was standing behind Shahbaz, quietly holding his phone and showing a video of Shano's rimming strangers in Ramu's slum. Knowing this, Shano stood up straight and looked him right in the eye.
"Shahbaz, why do you always have to control what I wear?" she asked, her voice strong. "I have the freedom and the right to choose my own clothes. This is modern and beautiful. Why can't I feel attractive for once? Our marriage has been the same boring routine for decades. Maybe it is time I dress how I want."
Shahbaz started walking fast around the room, his face turning red with anger.
"Freedom?" he yelled. "This is not freedom; this is going against our values! We are not like people you see on TV in the West. You are supposed to protect our family's good name. Remember our wedding day? You were 18, I was 30. We built this life on respect and being religious. Now you are 55, and you want to dress like a whore? The wedding tonight is full of very conservative Muslims, our friends, our cousins. They will talk about us, they will judge us. What if our sons hear about this? You are ruining the family name we care about so much."
Shano crossed her arms tightly. Her voice got louder to match his.
"Ruining it? You act like I am doing a crime!" she shot back. "I have spent my whole life covered up, praying five times every day, taking care of this house without complaining. For one night, I want to feel alive, to be seen as more than just a housewife. If people judge me, let them. It is their problem, not mine. You married me for who I am inside, not just for what I wear on the outside."
Shahbaz shook his head. His voice became sharp and demanding.
"It is not just about you; it is about us as a couple! I am a lawyer; I deal with important, respectable clients. How can I face them tomorrow if everyone is talking about my wife dressing like a prostitute? And that piercing, when did you even get that? This is not the Shano I know. Please, change into something modest. The light blue abaya would be perfect."
"No!" Shano replied quickly. Her eyes flashed with anger and the power of Ramu's secret threat. "I am tired of hiding. If you cannot support me, then maybe you do not deserve me. This is who I am now. Deal with it, or do not come to the wedding with me."
The fight went on and on for almost twenty minutes. Their voices were loud through the whole house. Shahbaz begged her and accused her of many things. Shano fought back hard, talking about her right to choose and wanting a more modern life. Finally, Shahbaz let out a big, tired breath. He rubbed his forehead with his hands, giving up.
"Fine, Shano," he said quietly, his shoulders dropping. "Go like this if you have to. But I am very worried. Worried about what people will say, about our reputation. Just... please be careful tonight."
He agreed slowly and unwillingly. He was still very angry deep down. You could tell by the tight look on his face and how he looked away from her. The room was silent now, but the tension was thick in the air.
When they walked out to the car, their driver, Ahmed, was already waiting. He had worked for them for a long time, but he had never seen Shano look like this. When she stepped into the light, his jaw dropped. Ahmed froze, unable to look away from her lusty face and full lips that got him hard instantly. Shahbaz noticed immediately and snapped, "Ahmed, what are you staring at? Close your mouth and focus on starting the car!"
Ahmed turned red and looked away quickly. "I am sorry, Sir," he mumbled, his voice shaking. "It's just... Madam looks so different. Very modern." He tried to clear his throat, but he was clearly nervous and flustered.
"I know how she looks," Shahbaz snapped. "Keep your eyes on the road. If I see you looking at her again, you are fired."
Ahmed nodded fast and started driving through the streets of Malerkotla, Punjab. Ahmed's gaze repeatedly kept going to the rearview mirror, fixed on Shano's softly toned, oiled belly that rose and fell with each breath, and the curves of her boobs visible through the cleavage. that jiggled every time a speed breaker came. Shano sat in the back and didn't say a word, feeling a mix of discomfort and awareness of the attention.