Sonia was practically naked the entire overnight stay, wearing the sarong only occasionally, exposing her body to view in the living room and bedroom. In the evening, after dinner, the family watched TV together in the living room. Sonia sat on the couch with Arjun and Nia, her sarong pushed aside, her breasts dripping milk, nipples dark and hard. Her mother had previously suggested breastfeeding to manage the lactation, despite the kids’ ages, and Sonia decided to try it, lifting her hair to expose her breasts fully. Arjun and Nia, unfazed, climbed onto her lap, each latching onto a nipple, their small mouths drawing milk, their hands resting on her skin. Sonia smoothed their hair, a combination of maternal affection and excitement at the forbidden act, her pussy pounding with desire. The TV showed a cartoon, its colors flickering across her nude body, as Rohan sat on the couch beside her, his eyes glued to the action, a bulge forming in his pants. Sonia’s parents were in the kitchen, getting dessert ready, apparently oblivious or opting not to notice, their approval a tacit condoning of Sonia’s conduct.Later, when the children had gone to bed, Sonia and Rohan went back to the guest room. Sonia was now entirely bare, lying on the bed, her skin still tingling from the day’s exposure. Rohan came along, his hands caressing her contours, his mouth discovering her dripping nipples, lapping up milk as he rubbed her clit. They were making love in hushed tones, the danger of being overheard by her parents heightening the thrill, their moans stifled against one another’s bodies.
The next day, after breakfast, it was time to return home. As he packed the car, Rohan leaned over and whispered to Sonia, “Time to shed the sarong.” She gave him a questioning look, a blend of excitement and fear in her eyes. “Here? Now?””No, in the car,” he said with a grin. “But on the road, it’s coming off.”They bid farewell to Sonia’s parents, who waved goodbye from the porch, and drove away. A few miles further down the road, Rohan reached over and loosened Sonia’s sarong, yanking it off and flinging it out the window. Sonia gasped, now totally naked in the passenger seat, her breasts and pussy exposed, milk beading at her nipples, her clit shining. The children, in the back seat, were playing on their tablets, unaware, expecting their mother’s condition as normal. Sonia attempted to hide herself with her hands, but Rohan shook his head. “No, remain like that.”. I want you exposed,” he murmured, his hand slipping between her thighs, fingers stroking her clit as he sped. Their trip back involved a few stops, each an opportunity for public encounters, with the children either sleeping or engaged.
At a gas station, Rohan pumped gas while Sonia, naked, went in to purchase snacks. The attendant, a middle-aged man, gawked, stunned, as she picked up chips and soda, her breasts jiggling, milk spilling, clit showing. A truck driver, idling by his truck, strolled over, holding out a cigarette. Sonia smiled, taking him to the restroom. There, he bent her over the sink, fucking her hard, his cock gliding into her wet pussy, her moans bouncing off the tiles. He went inside, cum leaking down her leg as she got back into the car, the attendant’s eyes opened wide.