Erotica INNOCENT DIVYA'S DEGENERATION

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

INNOCENT DIVYA'S DEGENERATION CH. 05​

The long flight back to Dallas gave Divya some much needed time to think and sort out her priorities. She promised herself to not continue the behavior that she had indulged in. She would be the dutiful daughter-in-law, ideal wife, and forget whatever happened like a bad dream. She knew that Mehra still had a hold over her, but she thought if he was the only problem, she could deal with it.

Divya was welcomed into her new home with a lot of pomp and splendor. Her in-laws lived in a quasi-joint family type setting. All family members had apartments in the same building. Now that Mayank was married, he was given his own apartment a floor above his parents. A couple of his uncles also lived in the same building as did some of his cousins. His two sisters lived in California but had their own apartments in the building.

Mayank had to help his father with the deal so that kept him busy for the next few days. He first had to fly to Seattle and spend a week there. Since he would be really busy, he decided not to take Divya with him. So Divya spent the time with her mother-in-law being shown the areas around Dallas and generally figuring out how things worked.

Divya liked America. She loved the wide smooth roads, the infrastructure and the generally friendly and helpful people. She also liked that her in-laws, while traditional, were not as controlling as her parents were. She was expected to help out with chores around the house and spend time with family, but was pretty much left alone to do what she wanted at other times.

Divya could not drive. So the job of driving her around had been given to Jose, a middle aged Mexican man who worked as a driver in the family business. Usually his job was ferrying clients and executives, but if Divya needed to go somewhere, all she had to do was call Jose.

Jose was a short portly man in his 40s and had been working for the family for almost ten years. He had seen Mayank grow up, so was very surprised that geeky Mayank landed such a beautiful wife. He put it down to the arranged marriage custom. When he first saw Divya, he was surprised. Mainly because he noticed how big her boobs were and how round her ass was even through her sari. He thought her voluptuous physique matched more with latinas than Indians.

When he was given the duty of driving her around, he was happy. He would get to see her pretty face in the rear view mirror and that made his tough job easier. Divya on her part noticed that Jose, who was very friendly and chatty, often checked her out. But she didn't think too much about it. Since returning from the Caribbean, she had been keeping her own promise and had led a straight housewife's life. Isaac and Chad and Kelly had turned into distant memories.

Once Divya had to go the Indian grocery store to get some spices needed to make one of her mother's special recipes. She called Jose who came over in 20 minutes. As they drove to the grocery store, Divya said,

"I am sorry I have to keep bothering you, Jose."

"It's no bother, mam." Jose said, looking in the rear view mirror and smiling.

"That's nice of you to say, but your job is to help out with the business not take care of my personal needs."

Divya meant her personal driving needs of course, But Jose could not resist a double meaning reply.

"I will be happy to satisfy any of your personal needs, mam." And then he gave her a wide grin.

Divya suddenly realized the implication and blushed. They drove in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes.

"I have no problem driving you around. But if you want, you can learn driving and so you'll be independent." Jose finally said.

It's something Divya had been thinking about herself and had even talked to Mayank about. He agreed that it was important for a woman to know how to drive when living in Texas. He promised to teach her when he got a little free from work.

"Yes, Mayank is going to teach me. He's just a little busy these days." she said.

"If you want, I can teach you." Jose said, excited at the opportunity to get to spend some more time with this beautiful woman, especially with her in the front seat with him instead of the back seat as usual.

"Oh, I don't want to trouble you further." Divya said.

"It's no trouble."

"Maybe. I'll think about it."

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

They finally reached the grocery store. Jose parked the car and walked in with Divya. He was a very chatty guy. As Divya walked around with a cart in her hand, Jose kept talking about how Indian food was similar to Mexican food.

"...we use tomato, onion, garlic, chilies, beans, rice, and lots of spices. And our tortilla is like your roti. That's why Mexicans and Indians have similar skin color."

"Yes, I noticed that after coming here. We don't have any Mexicans in India." Divya said.

"If you want, I can show you all about what Mexicans are like." Jose said, again very meaningfully.

Divya shifted uncomfortably and walked ahead. Jose kicked himself mentally. The thing is, all these years, Jose had never even looked wrong at any of the women from the Indian family. He thought of them as a nice kind group of people that had rewarded his loyalty for years. With Divya, he had no idea why he kept saying such things. He was really taken in by her beauty. He couldn't control himself. But he should, he told himself. He should not be inappropriate with the family's new daughter in law.

Divya herself was feeling very strange. She had always dismissed Jose's glances and attention as either typical American friendliness or then just the male tendency to check out women. But recently, he had been saying many suggestive things. What was worse was that Divya felt a part of her actually appreciating his flirtations. She had recently gotten used to male attention in a big way. But after the honeymoon ended, Mayank had left her and gone to Seattle. That was a week ago. She had not had sex since that long night spent with Chad and Kelly. She had even avoided masturbation out of guilt. And as a result, her sexual appetite was getting built up and ticking like a time bomb.

Jose followed Divya a couple of steps behind as she filled up the cart. Then she stopped in front of one shelf and looked around. She kept searching for a while.

"What are you looking for, mam?" Jose asked.

"This thing called ajwain." Divya said, scanning the shelf.

"How is it spelled?"

"A-j-w-a-i-n."

"Oh, there it is, mam!" Jose spotted it. It was at chest level just a little past where Divya was standing. He reached over with his hand. As he did, his arm brushed against her breast.

Jose froze, terrified, his arm still touching her ample breast over her sari and blouse. He had just admonished himself to stop flirting with the young woman and risk his job. It had been a genuine accident, rubbing her breast, not something done on purpose. Divya's breasts were so large that they did tend to get in the way.

Divya froze instantly because she felt the touch and even worse, felt an explosion of goosebumps all over her body. After being fucked like a garden variety whore on that trip by three men and one woman, Divya had been deprived of any sort of touch. Now even a touch from this short middle-aged ugly man was making her heart race.

Jose recovered his senses enough to pull his hand away. He handed the packet of ajwain to Divya, who took it and placed it in the cart. That's when Jose noticed that Divya had goosebumps on her arm. Her face was flushed, and she was staring downwards. He realized that Divya's body had actually enjoyed his touch. This set the devilish part of his mind ticking.

"Ok, I'm done." Divya finally said when she was able to speak.

Jose nodded and followed her to the cash register. The store owner, a Mr. Patel exchanged pleasantries with Divya.

"Found everything you needed, beta?" he asked. She had come in with her mother-in-law last time. He knew the family well as they often shopped at the store.

"Yes, uncle." Divya replied.

"How is everyone at home?"

"Good." she replied, looking down at her feet.

"Give my namaste to your mother-in-law."

"Okay."

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

As Divya walked out with Jose behind her carrying the bags of groceries, Patel sensed something was off. There was an awkward tension between Divya and Jose. He wondered why. So he went to his store's cctv camera feed. There were cameras covering every inch of the store to guard against shoplifting. As he followed Divya on the video feed, he finally came to the spot where Jose touched her breast. He zoomed in on her face and saw that the young hot woman actually seemed a little aroused. Patel chuckled, and decided to keep this in mind for future reference.

Out in the parking lot, Jose placed the bags in the trunk and got back in the driver's seat. Divya sat in the back seat and played with her phone to avoid any eye contact or conversation with Jose. Just then her phone beeped and she got a text message.

- we just had sex thinking about your lovely ass

It was from Kelly. Divya immediately deleted the message. Jose noticed the look of panic on Divya's face in the rear view mirror.

"Was that Mr. Mayank?" he asked casually.

"No. I mean yes." Divya responded. "Yes, it was Mayank."

Jose knew it was a lie. What Divya didn't know was that Mayank was already on a flight on the way back to Dallas. He didn't tell her because he wanted to surprise her. Jose had been given his flight itinerary and told to pick him up at the airport in a couple of hours. He had also been warned not to mention it to Divya and spoil the surprise.

If Mayank was in an airplane between Seattle and Dallas-Fort Worth, how could he have texted her? The wheels in Jose's mind started spinning again. The text had clearly come from someone else. The panicked expression on Divya's expressive face gave away the fact that its contents were something uncomfortable. So this chaste looking young wife from India probably had some sort of a secret. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

Jose finally brought Divya home. All the while, he had been stealing glances at her in his rear view mirror. Observing how her massive breasts jiggled even under the thick covering of a sari and a blouse whenever the car turned or went over a slight bump. The very breasts he had just accidentally touched. He tried to imagine how they must look. Would she have pink nipples or brown. Would the breasts sag or be firm given how young she was, just under 22. How would her latina-esque ass look. As Jose fantasized about seeing his employer's daughter-in-law naked, he had a tough time focusing on the road. But he reached back safely nevertheless.

At home, Jose carried the grocery bags in. He deposited them in Divya's in-laws home where the family's main kitchen was. Divya sat down on the couch trying to appear normal and not make eye-contact with Jose.

"Did you get everything?" her mother-in-law asked. "The ajwain?"

"We definitely got the ajwain." Jose said. "I know because I found it."

The mention of the ajwain made Divya blush again as she remembered how his arm had brushed her breast. Her mother-in-law was checking the grocery bags so she didn't notice the blushing. But Jose did.

"Mam, I was just thinking." Jose said after he put the bags in the kitchen and came out. "Divya mam said she would like to learn driving. If you want, I can teach her. There is enough free time at the office driving pool anyway."

Divya looked up, horrified at the idea that she would have to spend more time with this lecherous old man. But she was sure her mother-in-law would shoot it down. After all, what kind of a traditional Indian matron would let her young attractive daughter-in-law be in the company of a different man, that too a servant class guy, for that long?

What Divya didn't realize was that the family trusted Jose implicitly. And why shouldn't they? He had been honest and reliable for a decade. He had never made any kind of a pass or thrown a wrong glance at any of the females in the house. As far as they thought, he was a nice middle aged man with a wife and kids of his own. Plus living for so long in America, a more egalitarian society than India, had made the family think of servants as more equal to them as persons, just working for them. Divya's mother-in-law didn't even think of the sinful possibilities of such an arrangement.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"That's a good idea." she said. "Mayank was planning to teach her but I know he will be very busy for the next few days."

"It's okay, maaji." Divya finally found her voice. "I can wait for Mayank to be free."

"Why? Jose here says he has a lot of free time at work anyway. And as you have seen, he is an excellent driver." Maaji said.

"I don't want to trouble him." Divya tried another tack.

"No trouble at all, mam." Jose said innocently.

"It's settled then. Starting tomorrow, whenever you have a couple of hours free, come here and teach Divya how to drive."

Jose walked out feeling triumphant. The plan he had thought of on the drive back as he stared at Divya's jiggling breasts had worked. He went back to the car and started driving to the airport to pick up Mayank, the lucky son of a bitch who actually got to ravage that ethereal beauty whenever he wanted.

Mayank didn't get to the ravaging right away though. He was tired after a long flight. He came home to surprise Divya who was happy at his display of spontaneity and was hoping to get laid soon. But after kissing her and making out for a bit, Mayank decided to take a nap.

Then later that night, Mayank did have sex with Divya but because he was tired, he lasted even shorter than usual. For Divya, the bar was raised higher by her night with Chad and Kelly. She felt particularly disappointed, as if she had gotten naked for nothing. As she lay on the bed, naked, next to her snoring husband, she thought of the message she had received earlier.

She made sure Mayank was asleep and then reached for her phone. She put it on silent, and sent a message to Kelly.

- sorry couldn't respond sooner. was busy.

Kelly's reply flashed back in a couple of minutes.

- no problem, sweetie. how's that pussy feeling?

Divya blushed at the direct and explicit messages she was getting. It took her a couple of minutes to work up the courage to reply.

- lonely. hubby was away.

Kelly's response came.

-come over to oklahoma. see what's waiting for you.

And then came a picture of Chad's huge dick. It was semi-erect but still looked menacing.

Divya looked at Mayank to make sure he was sleeping. Then, staring at the dick she masturbated herself to a couple of orgasms. Then she deleted the messages and went to bed.

The next day, Mayank had gone to work even before Divya had woken up. He left her a message saying he had an early meeting and would be back late. But if he got time in the middle, he'd be back for lunch.

Divya got ready, and went to her in-laws' apartment to help with cooking and other chores. She was chopping potatoes when the doorbell rang. It was Jose.

"I have a couple of hours free before my next pick-up." he said.

"Oh good, okay Divya, go with him. Get a learner's permit taken and then practice well. Pay special attention to parallel parking." her maaaji said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Divya was not thrilled at the idea of spending time with this lecher but there was no way out. She hoped he would keep his hands to himself. She gathered the necessary paperwork and went with Jose. She was suppose to read a fairly simple driver's manual.

Divya sat in the back reading the manual. It was mostly common sense stuff. But she could sense that Jose was staring at her in the rear view mirror. Jose was thinking to himself, sit in the back all you want right now. Once the permit is done, you will have to sit in the front to learn driving.

Jose drove Divya to the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV). He accompanied her inside and helped her fill out the forms. All the while, he stood or sat too close to her. He didn't touch her or anything. Divya, who was actually expecting him to make some shady move, was surprised. But her dark side was also a little disappointed. After the very perfunctory sexual session with Mayank, her appetite was whetted even more.

Divya filled out the forms and submitted them to the lady behind the counter. She stamped the forms and told Divya to go to one of the cubicles next to the counter for the test.

"Ma'am." the lady said. "You cannot have your phone with you."

"Oh okay." Divya said. She put her phone in her purse and left it in the seating area with Jose.

Jose sat there waiting for Divya to finish the test. Then suddenly, he remembered the text message she had gotten the previous day that she had lied about. Maybe it was still there. He reached into her purse and fished out the phone.

Jose fished out the phone. He was delighted to see that this innocent young woman hadn't set a screen lock password. He just swiped the phone open. He checked her messages folder.

But was disappointed that there were no incriminating messages. Just a couple of things here and there from her family members. And there was no message corresponding to the time from the previous day. She must've deleted them, he thought.

And then he thought of the trash folder. Maybe she had deleted the messages, but had she emptied the trash folder? He navigated to the trash folder and saw that it actually had almost a dozen messages.

"Jackpot!!" Jose muttered to himself as he opened the most recent message. A white guy's big dick. He read the other messages. And soon he knew enough to hold it over his target's head.

Quickly, he fished out his own phone and took pictures of all the dirty messages. He also noted down Kelly's number. Then he put the phone back in her purse and waited for Divya.

Divya came out smiling. She had aced the test, not getting a single question wrong. Now all that remained was to collect the learner's permit and learn how to drive. In her own happiness, she did not notice how happy Jose also looked or that her purse had moved a little. Jose was barely able to control his desire to jump at this hot young item right then and there. He decided to be patient.

"Where are we going?" Divya asked a few minutes after she got back in the car. Jose was taking her in a different direction than usual.

"Some outer suburbs where the roads are mostly empty. So you can learn driving." Jose said.

"Okay." Divya said, not thinking much of it.

They finally reached an area where the roads were indeed quite empty. Jose got out of the car, got in the passenger's seat. Divya moved into the driver's seat. She was wearing a green patterned sari, a modest matching blouse. Even so fully covered, she looked incredibly hot. Jose stared at her boobs which, contained in her blouse, were peeking through the sari fabric.

Divya was annoyed that Jose had now gone on to just shamelessly staring at her boobs. She gave him an angry look but he ignored it.

"What do I do?" she finally said testily.

"Oh yes." Jose looked up into her big brown eyes. "On the right is the accelerator, on the left is the brake."

"Where is the clutch?" Divya asked, feeling around with her feet.

"There is no clutch. This is an automatic car. Most American cars are automatic."

"Oh, so no gear change?"

"Nope. Now first, put your hands on the steering wheel in a 10-and-2 position." Jose leaned over and put his hands over Divya's hands that were already on the steering wheel.

With a gentle caressing motion, he moved her hands into the correct position. Divya's body reacted with goosebumps again. What was wrong with her, she admonished herself. Why was this ugly old guy's touch making her feel this way? Was it because he reminded her of Mehra? Regardless, she decided to exert some control.

"Okay, I got it!" Divya moved his hands away.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Jose had noticed the goosebumps again. He started realizing that this young hottie was a highly sexual being. Maybe her husband didn't bang her enough, being so busy with work. Jose decided to try another tactic.

"Mam, you have not worn your seat belt!" he said.

"Oh, I will..." Divya said and reached for the seat belt.

But Jose had gotten up from his seat, leaned over, grabbed the seat belt buckle from over her left shoulder and pulled it slowly but firmly across Divya's torso. His hands touched both her breasts as he did so, and his thumb knuckle coincidentally brushed against her right nipple.

Divya's breathing quickened. She was sure that Jose had done this on purpose. But every movement of his had a legitimate excuse, so she couldn't yell at him without making a scene. So just glared at him for a few seconds. Jose however, was unaffected by all this.

Jose continued to tell Divya the basics of driving. The park and the drive settings, the wipers, the horn etc. Throughout this time, he kept touching and stroking Divya's arms or face. He always did it in a way that seemed natural or accidental. But these constant touches and strokes were starting to get to Divya. She hadn't been fucked properly since the Caribbean. And Jose, even though he was short and portly, seemed to be experienced. He reminded her more and more of her first lover, Mehra.

"Okay, let's try a small stretch." Jose said. "Foot on the break. Put the car in Drive. Now slowly..."

The car bucked and jumped.

"Brake! Brake!" he yelled.

"Sorry." Divya said shamefacedly. "I couldn't move my leg properly."

"It's because of the sari." Jose said.

"What?"

"The sari is restricting your leg movements."

"But maaji can drive. So do other women with saris."

"Yes, but they know how to drive by now. For you, since you are learning, something like pants would work better. Or maybe a skirt."

Jose had started giving this suggestion as a practical matter. but then suddenly his mind was flooded with possibilities of Divya in different skimpy clothes.

"I'll wear pants tomorrow." Divya said. "We can go home for now."

She had observed that women in the family, having lived in America for so long, were more practical than her parents' family back home. Women didn't always exclusively wear saris or salwar kameez. Often, women in Mayank's family, including his mother, wore trousers and shirts. Nothing skimpy, of course. They were still traditional at heart. but practical and modest western clothing was adopted, especially given how hot Dallas often was.

Jose was thinking of ways to not end this session. He thought of an idea.

"Actually, I need to see what you are doing wrong. Could you pull up your sari to the knees and then try to drive again?"

"What? Are you crazy?" Divya asked, scandalized.

"How else am I going to see how your foot is moving and what the mistake is."

Divya looked at Jose carefully. She had exhibited a lot more than just her shins and calves to strangers recently. In fact she had walked buck naked in front of several strangers on the beach. This seemed minor compare to that. But there seemed to be something naughty behind Jose's request. Divya found herself complying anyway. She was getting curious by now.

Divya bent down and pulled up her sari. She kept it bunched around her knees. Jose saw the smooth milky shins and felt a tug in his heart. This woman really was a piece of art. Then his eyes fell on her feet.

"Mam, you are using both feet." he said.

"Yes, the right for accelerator and the left for the brake." Divya said.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

"See, that's the problem. You can't do that." Jose leaned forward and bent under the steering wheel.

Divya was taken aback by this sudden invasion of her personal space. Jose on the other hand, was starting to get more and more in control of the situation. Running his fingers down her smooth left shin, he grabbed her foot and moved it to the side. Then he put his hand on her right ankle.

"See, this one, just swivel." Jose said, his head just a couple of feet from Divya's crotch. "You don't use two feet."

"Okay." Divya said, breathing a little heavily.

Jose's hands on her bare skin had gotten her flushed. Her heart was beating faster. Jose's sweat and his brown mocha skin were suddenly starting to make Divya aroused.

He took his head out from under the steering wheel and looked at Divya's face. He saw the expression and decided to strike while the iron was hot. He moved his face close to Divya's.

And then kissed her on the lips!

Divya felt the soft Mexican lips push against hers. She hadn't been caught utterly by surprise. She had seen Jose come in for the kiss. A part of her mind screamed for her to stop him. Another part was more curious to see how his kiss would feel. He seemed like a passionate guy.

The kiss had been not bad at all. For the 7-8 seconds it lasted. The kiss itself was fine. But when Jose moved his hands to Divya's boobs and squeezed them, her mind let out alarm bells.

"STOP!!" she finally took her hands off the steering wheel and pushed Jose away. "What are you doing?"

"Mmmmm...your tits are just so inviting." Jose lunged forward again, but Divya pushed him away.

"Have you gone crazy? I am a married woman. Married to your boss!!" Divya said loudly. "How dare you make a pass at me? You are fired!"

"You can't fire me!" Jose smiled and said.

"Oh yeah?" Divya was feeling very angry now. She reached into her purse and took her phone out. "I will call Mayank right now."

"Okay." Jose shrugged.

Divya was taken aback by how blase he was about this. She didn't understand the source of his cocky demeanor until the next thing he said.

"And while you have that phone, maybe you should also forward him the dick pic of that guy."

"HUHHH???" Divya didn't instantly understand what she heard.

"The picture of a big white dick. And romantic messages from some chick named Kelly. And..."

Divya's ranger suddenly felt deflated. She didn't say anything.

"Will you tell him that his new sweet Indian bride is sleeping around already? I mean seriously, mam. It's barely been 2 weeks since you got married."

Divya did not react to the taunt. She felt a strange sense of calm. Until recently, she always panicked at blackmail. But now it had become almost a part of her life. She didn't want to go through the usual routine of pleading and insinuations and all that. Now an experienced blackmail victim, Divya felt almost relaxed.

"What do you want?" she flatly asked.

Jose was taken aback at the new sound of confidence in Divya's voice. But he recovered and said,

"Show me your titties."

"Here?" she said, looking around.

"I don't see no one." Jose said.

"Still, what if a car drives by?"

"Hmmm. Okay, I'll drive." Jose said. He didn't want to risk anything.

Jose drove the car onto the freeway and took Divya to a rest area that he knew was usually empty at this time of the day. He parked the car in an isolated area in a small bylane under some trees.

"Now, let's see those tits." Jose turned towards Divya and said.

Divya sighed. She took the pallu of her sari off her shoulder and placed it carefully in her lap. The middle aged Mexican watched in anticipation as Divya then started unhooking the buttons of her blouse. Her tits came into view, covered by a white bra. She bent forward and took her blouse off. As she did so, her huge double D breasts swung forward, testing the strength of her bra cups.

Jose reached out with his right hand and unhooked her bra too It fell forward, revealing the while luscious globes he had been dreaming about. Finally his employer's hot young wife half his age was topless next to him, in a car off the side of a freeway.

Jose bent forward and with his hands, started massaging her tits. He put his mouth on the nipples and started sucking them. They went erect instantly. Divya sat, resting against the seat, with her eyes closed as her driver played with her naked tits. Her hand moved of its own accord to Jose's crotch. She felt a hard bulge there.

Jose was delighted to feel Divya's thin shapely fingers unzip his pants and take out his dick. It wasn't too big, maybe 6 inches. But was quite thick. Nothing compared to Chad's, thought Divya, but still bigger than her husband's. As Jose continued to assault her tits, Divya started jacking off Jose with her left hand.

"No bite marks or hickeys." she warned Jose. "My husband will be seeing these tits too."

"Okay, mam." Jose said, loving how excited this young Indian seemed to be.

A few minutes later, Divya pushed Jose's face away.

"I want to suck you." she whispered to Jose.

Jose was ecstatic, but didn't realize that this was Divya's ploy. She did feel hungry for his thick dick. But practically, she was thinking that if she made him cum in her mouth, she would be spared the ignominy of getting fucked at least for a day.

 

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Jose looked down and saw the rich young Indian woman open her mouth wide and wrap her lips around the bottom of his shaft as she took the whole dick in. Divya's big brown eyes stared up into Jose's eyes as her right hand's fingers cupped his balls and massaged them. She then started bobbing her head back and forth, giving immense pleasure to the old man's dick. Her head bumped against the steering wheel every few seconds as this happened.

Jose could not believe how lucky he was. He reached out with his hands and squeezed Divya's huge tits which were resting against the cup holders. He occasionally massaged her big round ass over her sari. Divya meanwhile was working very hard with her mouth.

"I want to see your lovely ass now." Jose said.

"Not today." Divya took his dick out of her mouth and said. "It is very difficult to take off the sari and then put it back on again. Maybe tomorrow."

Jose nodded, delighted that this slut was actually thinking about the next day too. He contented himself with playing with her naked boobs and getting the awesome blowjob. A few minutes later, he started cumming.

As Jose felt his semen start spurting, he grabbed Divya's head and kept it in place. He did not realize that Divya was by now an accomplished swallower so his pressure wasn't necessary. The young Indian wife sucked and swallowed every last drop of her Mexican driver's jizz. And then sat up.

"Now teach me to drive." she demanded.

Jose nodded. He zipped up his pants and watched as Divya got dressed again. She got out of the car to get in the driver's seat. As Jose walked past her, he squeezed her ass with a sense of entitlement. Divya giggled.

"Okay, now, put your right foot on the brake and start the car." Jose instructed.

Jose sincerely gave Divya driving lessons after the topless blowjob he had gotten. Divya was a fast student so she picked up the basics of driving pretty quickly. She was able to drive at a consistent pace within the hour. Throughout the lesson, now that Jose had gotten intimate with her, he felt comfortable just touching and fondling all over her body. All that got Divya pretty worked up and by the time he dropped her home, Divya was feeling very horny. In fact she was regretting her decision to make Jose cum so soon in her mouth. She really needed a thick piece of meat between her legs.

After Jose dropped Divya home, she went to her in-law' apartment. She was delighted to see Mayank there. Her beloved husband was having lunch that his mother had made. Divya joined them for lunch and told them all about the driving lessons. Obviously, she only spoke about the driving part. She did not mention to her husband and mother-in-law that she had just given a blowjob in a public place to their Mexican driver.

After lunch, Mayank said he was going upstairs to their apartment to get some documents he had left there. Divya followed him. As soon as they entered the apartment, Divya, horny after all of Jose's attention, hugged her husband. He hugged her back, kissed her, and fondled her boobs.

"Do you have some free time?" Divya whispered suggestively.

"Oh yes!" he said and started unraveling his hot wife's sari.

He pushed down her petticoat and panties and instead of taking her to the bedroom, dragged her to the couch. Divya put her knees on the couch and her hands on the backrest. She wiggled her big naked ass suggestively at Mayank, who had gotten hard by now. Mayank loved how kinky his wife looked on the couch with her blouse and bra still on.

"Oh I love this ass." Mayank spanked her jiggling ass cheeks a couple of times, unaware that the ass had now become collective property.

Divya was pretty wet already because of Jose's machinations. Mayank had no problem entering her cunt with his modest dick in one stroke. He noticed that her cunt seemed a little looser than usual. He put it down to their frequent sex, unaware that she had been stretched out by Chad's massive cock.

"Hmmm...I love that." Divya moaned as her husband's cock started pounding her pussy. Although it wasn't as satisfying as some of the other cocks she had had, this was still her husband's cock. And the traditional side of her relished it.

But she couldn't relish it for long. Three minutes later and Mayank was done.

He kissed her perfunctorily, zipped up his pants and left, leaving Divya still bottomless on the couch.

Divya spent the whole day feeling very unsatisfied and horny. She helped out her mother-in-law with household chores and then in the evening waited for her husband to come back so they could have a more satisfying romp in bed. But Mayank returned very late and night and was too tired to do anything.

The next day Divya was waiting for Jose's call. She hoped to be able to get some satisfaction at last. But the clocked ticked over to lunchtime and still there was no call. Jose had been busy with driving a lot of the company people around. Finally after lunch, Divya couldn't resist any longer and called Jose's phone.

"Hi Jose, it's Divya." she said.

"Oh hello mam." Jose replied very formally so Divya guessed he was in the company of someone else.

"What time are you coming over for driving lessons?"

"Sorry, I am busy with work all afternoon." Jose said, delighted that the hot young woman seemed so keen to carry on from where they had left off.

"Okay." Divya said.

 

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"I will come over for the lessons in the evening as soon as I get done with my shift."

"Thanks."

Divya felt disappointed that she would have to wait till the evening. She got dressed in a salwar kameez. And then she went downstairs to help out her mother-in-law again.

"Divya, I need some more Indian groceries. Here's a list." she said. "Call Jose and see if he can drive you over."

"I just spoke to Jose, maaji. He said he is busy till the evening." Divya said.

"Okay, then you can just take an Uber. Here is the number."

Half an hour later, the cab dropped Divya off at Patel's store.

Patel watched delighted as the beautiful young woman had come back so soon. As soon as she entered, he shuffled out from behind the counter to greet her.

"Hello Divya beta. How is everyone at home?" he asked, beaming. Divya was wearing a very simple blue salwar kameez which was loose fitting. But even that couldn't hide her spectacular figure.

"Everyone is great." Divya politely replied.

"You took a cab today. Where is that Mexican driver who was helping you shop the other day?" Patel naughtily asked. He had seen Jose brush against Divya's boobs the other day. He was curious to see how she reacted to his mention.

"He's busy." Divya said blushing and avoiding eye contact with Patel. And his doubts got even stronger. He was certain that there was something going on between this outwardly traditional young Indian woman and her driver.

"You could've called me. I could have come over. Anyway, now that you are here, no need to call a cab to go back. I will drop you home." Patel magnanimously said.

"No need, uncle. I don't want to trouble you." Divya said, sensing something sinister in the old man's voice. Just like men had started to sense Divya;s vulnerability, she too had started to sense their predatory comments.

"It's no trouble. It's like my duty to take care of you. In fact, any time that driver isn't available for anything you need him for, you can call me. I have many employees who can take care of the store." Patel said, and then couldn't resist winking.

Divya blushed again. And once more, Patel was certain that this seemingly coy demure young woman wasn't as coy and demure as she seemed. He started debating how to take a chance with her.

Divya took the list out of her purse and started walking around the store looking for the items. Patel followed her making small talk under the guise of helping her out. he asked one of his assistants to man the counter. Every time Divya stretched out her arm to grab something from a high shelf, Patel noticed how her big boobs swayed even from the sideways view of the kameez. Every time she bent down to pick up an item from a lower shelf, Patel's eyes wandered to her round ass.

Patel decided to try the Jose trick himself. He couldn't do too much because there were a few other customers milling about. Once Divya was in a remote corner of the shop getting fresh vegetables, Patel went for it.

Divya had picked up a couple of tomatoes.

"Not those ones, beta. Try these." Patel said, reaching across her chest. But he underestimated how far ahead Divya's boobs jutted out, and unlike Jose who had just brushed her tits, Patel ended up almost punching them with his knuckles, making them shake violently.

"Ouch!" Divya softly said and looked at Patel angrily.

But Patel was holding two large tomatoes in his hand and squeezing them suggestively, with a leer on his face.

"What are you doing, Uncle?" Divya said, sounding offended.

"Picking out ripe tomatoes." he winked.

Divya adjusted her boobs which had displaced slightly under her bra because of Patel's hitting them. She glared at Patel again. He expected her to say something nasty and storm out. But he was delighted to note that she just moved on to the next item on her list.

"Do you need any pumpkins?" Patel asked, now staring at her butt.

"No." Divya said, feeling a little flushed at his blatant stares.

"Tomatoes are nice but I am more into full round pumpkins." Patel said and gently stroked her ass over her clothing.

"What are you doing, uncle? Someone might see." Divya looked around and said.

And she moved her cart forward to the next aisle. Patel was pleased to note that the only objection this hot young thing had raised was that someone might see. She did not seem to object to his actual advances.

For the next few minutes, their cat and mouse game continued. Divya kept shopping and Patel, under the guise of helping her out, touched her boobs and ass discreetly several times. Once he even rubbed his crotch against her ass. Divya was feeling aroused at the constant touching from this old Indian man. In many ways, he reminded her of Mehra. He was old, fat, and aggressive. Divya had a submissive side as we know. And his masterful flirting was starting to have an effect on her.

As Divya didn't object to his touches and started appearing a little turned on, Patel realized that it was time to strike while the iron was hot. He should move to the next step before this horny young woman changed her mind. He finally acted when she was in front of one of the fridge aisles. She noticed that even under the thick clothing, Divya's nipples were erect, maybe because of his constant touching or maybe because of the cold air from the fridge.

"Don't get that shrikhand." he said. "I have fresher stuff in the store room. You want to come check it out?"

The tone was suggestive. And the implication was clear. Divya considered it for a few seconds. Letting him touch her like this had been one thing. To go with him to some isolated room seemed like too risky. But Divya's sexual engine had been idling for a long time. She decided to act on her impulse and see where things went.
"Okay." she said.

 

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Patel was ecstatic. He told his assistant at the counter that he was taking Divya to the store room to show her some fresh stock. The assistant who had been watching everything unfold on the cctv cameras nodded knowingly. Patel had fucked female employees and maids in the back in the past. But he was surprised that Patel had actually managed to lure a young hot customer from a good family.

Divya followed Patel down the stairs in the back into the basement store room area. Patel felt his dick getting hard even at the thought that this young beauty would soon be fucked by it.

Divya could not believe what a slut she was turning into. This time she hadn't even been blackmailed or forced. Just a little bit of flirting and inappropriate touching and she had fallen for the ugly old man's wiles. A part of her was feeling very guilty and screaming that she should get out of there. But that voice was getting smaller and smaller with each step.

Divya and Patel finally reached the storeroom basement. She looked around and saw that the place was packed. lots of sacks and boxes. If Patel had any lans to do something with her, she wondered if there was even room for it.

"Come with me." Patel grabbed Divya's soft hand and started leading her towards the back. As he walked, Divya could notice that there was now a tent in his pants under his big belly.

"Where are we going?" Divya shyly asked.

"The shrikhand, remember?" he said.

Divya thought that had just been an excuse and wondered if she had misread the old man's signals. But she hadn't. Patel wanted the process to be slow and enjoyable. He took her to a big fridge section in the back. There, he took out a big box of shrikand.

Opening the box, he dipped a finger inside and picked up a gob of the dessert.

"Try this." he extended the finger towards Divya who opened her mouth and took it inside.

"Mmmmm..." Divya said, licking the finger clean and then sucking on it a few seconds suggestively. "Very delicious."

"Have some more." Patel recognized the hidden signal in her extensive sucking of his finger. This time he dipped two fingers in and put them in Divya's mouth. She sucked them clean and this time, put her hands on Patel's hairy wrist and stroked it.