All the men’s eyes were glued to her skirt and everyone’s mind was guessing what the director’s hands would be doing under them. Gauhar was almost on the verge of tears because she thought that it was her fault that she was not able to wear the panty in time. After having explored with his hands himself, the director by now was convinced that it was not Gauhar’s fault that she had such a big rounded ass and so he said soothingly,
“Hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, you have to get another panty for her!”
Gauhar who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Gauhar’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way,
“Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!).
Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife didn’t mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Javed. Gauhar rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she didn’t wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand panty less. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her.
Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties, they were all too small. Because Gauhar was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Javed gave a suggestion.
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“Ok, there’s a shop nearby, we will buy some new panties which will match Gauhar’s size”
The director too agreed. But neither Gauhar nor I knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one.
Shyaam went to Gauhar and asked her the panty size and Gauhar simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said,
“OK, give me any old panty that you have!”. Since the prospect of Gauhar needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Gauhar was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I didn’t even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I could not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody could raise a question, I myself told Gauhar to give the panty that she was wearing. Gauhar again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain panty less before all these men.
I told her, we had no other option and anyway, she could always cover up with her skirt. So Gauhar went to the adjoining room and removed her panty and came out and gave it to Shyaam. Shyaam collected the panty as if it were a gift and I saw him taking a sniff of my wife’s just worn panty while he was walking out of the room. My wife too noticed it and it was very clear that, she was highly embarrassed by the whole situation.
After giving the panty, m
y wife walked up to the bed taking all possible care not to expose beyond her thighs and sat on the bed carefully crossing her legs so that there was no real danger of exposure. I too was relieved that my wife had handled herself with common sense and still managed to save her pride in front of these men. The director was busy telling Rohit what he should be doing in the scene while Javed was adjusting the lighting for the forthcoming scene. Only I and the touch up boy were standing idle and the director must have noticed this. He also noticed that my wife had started to sweat again! He immediately told the touch-up boy,
“Arey, Panty aaney thak thumara kaam tho kar ke rakho! Whore is sweating like hell and you are standing and watching!” . I noticed that the director had by now successfully nicknamed my wife as “Saali”(Whore). The director’s shout had immediate effect. The touchup boy rushed to my wife and started to wipe my wife’s face and hands. He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.
“Didi, I am very lucky boy! I touch up for Preity Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.
“Bhaiyya, hope your luck works on me too!” She said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.
“You also become star Didi!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent, my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat.
“Thanks Bhaiyya! Thumara naam kya hain?” she asked while he was wiping her legs. The boy was kneeling before her by now and was wiping her legs in the cross-legged position!”
“my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees.
“Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate sisterly way.
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“Thanks Didi!” said the boy and proceeded to uncross my wife’s legs by himself all by himself. He uncrossed her legs and because my wife was not wearing any panty, he could see her hairy mound very clearly now. Not only he, every one of us present in the room was able to see my wife’s pussy mound and the hairy bush surrounds it.
The director and Rohit stopped their discussion and were eying my wife’s pussy. Especially Rohit looked as though he was waiting for the scene to start so that he could put his hands on this delicious mound which was erotically covered by hair. I even saw Javed zooming his camera to cover my wife’s pussy. I wanted to warn my wife with my eyes but my wife was deeply in conversation with the touch up boy. The boy too, though he was initially taken aback by the sight of the bush of my wife’s pubic area, he quickly returned to his normal self and was continuing the friendly conversation with her.
“Didi, this your first movie?” he asked as he applied sponge on her thighs and his eyes were feasting on my wife’s exposed cunt. Unaware that her precious mound was visible to all, my wife answered him,
“Ya, its my first movie!”