Village Diaries

Back at the village, it was a huge house nestled among the lush green fields, and Usha was busy preparing lunch for her husband, Sivaram. Their son had recently gotten married and settled with his wife abroad, leaving Usha and Sivaram alone in the big house.

As the years went by, Usha had transformed in to alluring than ever before. Her once curvy physique had matured into voluptuous curves, draws attention wherever she went. Her once slightly chubby stomach had now blossomed into a fleshy belly that seemed to defy ordinary description. The naughty layer of fluffy flesh above and below her navel gave her naturally horizontally elongated deep navel even more deeper and tempting appeal, while the pudgy fat lovingly deposited on her lower belly hung out gave her belly a undeniably sexy look.

As Usha stirred the fragrant curry on the stove, the doorbell chimed and he quickly turned down the flame to a simmer. Usha made her way to the door and opened the door “Durai Ayya, please come in”.

Raja Durai, but he is respectfully addressed as Durai Ayya (“Ayya” is an honorific used after the name to show respect). He was a wealthy man in his seventies, owning several properties in the village, his two sons have resided their lives abroad with their families.

Durai Ayya was well-known for his deep religious convictions, serving as an administrator at the village temple and generously contributing to its upkeep. His influence extended beyond the temple walls. He had cultivated strong relationships with the village peoples, earning their respect and admiration. His opinions were sought after in community affairs, and he often played a crucial role in mediating disputes and guiding decisions among the villagers. Though he was completely bald and had a bit of a fat figure, he carried the aura of an amiable elderly man.

Usha smiled warmly as she led the man to the sofa “How are you doing, Durai Ayya? It’s been quite a while since your last visit here.” Durai looked at Usha with an equally warm smile and said “I am fine dear, the festival in our temple is just around the corner, so I dropped by to see Sivaram.” Eventually Usha replayed “Ayya, he’s at the rice warehouse right now and will be back for lunch around noon.” Just as he was about to reply Usha continued “Durai Ayya, make yourself comfortable, while I grab you a cup of coffee”.

Even Raja Durai found it hard to refuse especially when Usha turned and made her way to the kitchen, showing of him her uncovered upper hips and squeezy waist flesh forming plump folds with each step she took. Usha had tied her hair into a neat bun, a practical choice for her time spent in the kitchen, which also accentuated her back. Although her blouse wasn’t backless, it featured a low-cut design that beautifully showcased her dusky flawless skin. The way those two threads from her blouse tied over her shoulders, paired with the subtle sheen of sweat glistening on her back, and had him utterly mesmerized.

Raja Durai was fully aware that Sivaram would not be present at home at this hour, and his purpose for visiting was solely to see Usha. His true intention, however, was to steal a glance at Usha’s horizontally elongated deep navel whenever her saree pallu slips from her pudgy stomach.

Raja Durai had strong fascination with navels, especially plumpy women who possessed voluptuous belly and deep holed navel. He had great hopes when he got married, but sadly, his wife had an outie navel which lacked any depth, was not what he had envisioned. To make matters worse, she felt nothing during navel play and found his requests off-putting. After having kids, she acquired a pot belly, further shattered his dreams.

But Raja Durai was not ready to bury his fetish for navels. He had a keen eye for the village women especially those who tuck their sarees low enough to reveal their navels, certainly caught his attention. If he found himself drawn to a particular woman, he would seek out ways to manipulate her situation. Often, he would lend money to the woman’s husband, knowing full well that the man would struggle to repay the debt. When the debt became too burdensome, Raja Durai would visit the women in their homes when their husbands were away, under the guise of helping he waive off the loan payment for that month, but in return, he opens up the desire to taste the woman’s navel. He convinces them by claiming it’s harmless and promises to keep it a secret from her husband. Fearing the consequences of not complying, the housewives reluctantly allow him to enjoy their navels.

So one by one, the women in the village who wore their sarees low on their hips were forced to indulge in Durai’s fetish, and were forced to keep their encounters with him a secret, knowing that if their husbands were to find out, their family life would collapse, bringing shame and disgrace upon them. And so, out of fear and desperation, they remained silent, allowing Raja Durai to continue his escapades without restraint.

The first to succumb was Anjana, a housewife and mother of an 18-year-old girl studying in urban city. Her husband was a farmer, and it was during a simple moment of Anjana drying her clothes. Raja Durai happened to pass by and noticed her as she was picking up the clothes from the drying rope, her pallu moved aside revealing her voluptuous belly and deep navel.

The sight ignited a desire in Raja Durai, who began to devise a wicked plan to taste her navel at any cost. He sent thieves to Anjana’s husband’s farmlands to destroy his crops. The act left her husband devastated, as their sole income was now destroyed. Raja Durai, seizing the opportunity, approached Anjana with the financial help, in exchange of letting him to taste her navel. Feeling trapped and with no other choice, Anjana reluctantly agrees to allow him enjoy her midriff.

Following Anjana, He preyed the navels of many women in the village who wear their sarees below the navel with his evil plan.  Mrs. Radha, the wife of Mani, a small-scale flower shop owner, fell victim to his antics. Alongside her, Mrs. Madhu, the wife of Sekar, a construction worker, also found herself in this unusual situation. Even a Brahmin lady, Pankajam Maami, the wife of Balu an astrologer, was not spared from Raja Durai’s peculiar behaviour. But Usha’s navel was like a forbidden fruit to him, always just out of reach.  Among the many women’s navel that he had tasted, none had captivated him quite like Usha’s horizontally elongated deep wide appealing navel. Despite her dusky skin tone, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her beauty. Her navel seemed to hold a certain allure that he couldn’t resist.

It was a forbidden fruit that he longed to taste, for that he attempted to undermine Sivaram’s business multiple times, but Sivaram managed to overcome all challenges. Despite Durai causing some minor losses discreetly, Sivaram ultimately prevailed and bounced back.

It was not only Usha, but his obsession extended to Subhadra as well. Because she is the sexiest and fairest woman he had ever met in his life.  Her mere presence would make him feel oozing with sexiness and horniness in every inch of her body, and he couldn’t help but feel jealous of Krishna for having such a sexy wife. He was always amazed the way Subhadra effortlessly maintained her curvaceous and desirable, plush milfy figure.

However, no matter how modestly she covered her enormous bosom with her pallu he couldn’t resist the temptation to grab and feel the heaviness in his hands.

The fluffy padding in her rear accentuated the size and roundness of her buttocks, making them appear massive and alluring. The way her plump ass rose and bounced with every step she took only fueled his desire further, igniting a wild passion within him.

As he watched her midriff, the world around him faded into a blur, while Subhadra has this neat trick of wearing the pallu such that it barely covers her navel. And, she pulls the side of her saree and delicately tucked it in, attempting to conceal her yummy waist folds and creamy tummy sides from eager eyes, the fabric loosened its grip and gracefully fell back into place due to the smoothness of her skin, revealing her whitish plush side belly.

The sight of her soft, chubby belly gently wobbling with each step she took was tormenting him.

In a couple of instances, Raja Durai caught a glimpse of her pallu playing a peek-a-boo game, teasing him with only a hint of her half-naked deep navel only, it was a sight that ignited his wild dream fantasies of what it would be like to see her entire full navel nestled in her creamy belly. The thought of his tongue would be sucked by some black hole into a dimension of erotic pain and pleasure while he tastes her navel.

As he was immersed in those thoughts, Usha came back with a tray containing coffee and crispy snacks. Actually Raja Durai was waiting for this scene since his arrival. He knew that as Usha bent over to place the tray, her saree would inevitably slip away from her tummy, reveals her belly and folded navel.

As Usha made her way to the table, with the usual jiggles of her ripe waist flesh adorned with plump folds, he could feel his heart rate quicken with excitement. He held his breath as she gracefully bent down, placing the tea tray on the table next to him. And just as he had hoped, the pallu of her saree slipped away, it unveiled her fluffy belly that bulged out like a pile of flesh in her bend position with tyre like curves that formed on her belly seemed so smooth and plump, and her deep folded navel seemed even more deeper that appeared to hold a world of hidden pleasures. Raja Durai was enchanted by the sight in front of his eyes, unable to tear his gaze away.

As she made a movement her belly jiggled slightly like a fluffy pudding that teased to be bite. Durai had an intense urge to bury his face into her pudgy belly, craving to bite her lower belly which was adorned with gorgeous silver stretch marks. As Usha placed the trey, she straightened her up, and her saree pallu fell back into its proper place, restoring her modesty. It was at that moment that Raja Durai snapped back to reality. None of them understood he had dirty intentions, considering his age and his well-respected image in the village and Usha was no different, she smiled innocently.

Just as Usha was about to sit she heard the familiar horn sound of her husband Sivaram’s jeep. Once he stepped inside, Usha greeted him and mentioned Durai Ayya’s presence. And they both chatted about the upcoming festival that was set to take place at the village temple. Eventually, Raja Durai took his leave, mentioning he needed to visit other homes, while Sivaram proceeded to have his lunch.

Raja Durai drove off in his car, but the vivid memory of Usha’s navel lingered in his mind, stirring a deep desire and a warm sensation inside him. Realizing he couldn’t control his urges, he hurried over to Anjana’s house. When Raja Durai gets such an irresistible urge, the first thing he goes to is Anjana’s house. He was so captivated by the musky odour wafts from her sweaty navel. Not only that, but Anjana was giving in to all of his demands because they had yet to return the debt.

When he got there, he found Anjana was grinding flour manually in a traditional stone mortar, caused her to sweat significantly, leaving her blouse damp under her arms, just as he had hoped.

Ensuring that she was alone in the house, he urged her inside and with a swift motion, he bolted the door behind them. Straight away he caught hold of her saree pallu and started pulling it forcefully. Anjana could not say anything, she just gave in and swirled around leaving her in just her blouse and petticoat, causing her to lose her balance and fell on the bed with a thud.

Durai swiftly grabbed her curvy waist by both hands and pressed his face deep into her fleshy belly with his nose buried inside her navel inhaling her musky sweaty smell with a loud sniff.

“UUUFFFFOOO…” Despite Anjana’s hesitancy to enjoy the moment, a small involuntary moan escaped from her lips.

He then positioned himself with his face rested right in the centre of her stomach with his chest snuggled against her lap and Anjana with hesitation, reluctantly spread her legs slightly for his comfy posture. He then rubbed his wrinkled face on her pebble smooth belly almost like he had lost his mind.

Raja Durai raised his head to see Anjana’s face contorted in shame,  as she struggled to suppress her pleasure, with her eyes tightly shut and a few soft sobs escaping from her mouth.

He always wanted to hear lust aroused aphrodisiac moans from anyone whose navel he tastes. So that he concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Soon the room filled with sounds of Anjana’s ecstatic whimpers and moans combined with Durai’s deep kissing and slurping sounds.

“AAAHHHH…. YYUUUUMMMM HAAYYYOOOOO” The turned on housewife moaned uncontrollably. She deeply hated the way her body was responding to Raja Durai’s assaults over her midriff but she couldn’t help it.

While he was lost in the experience of Anjana’s navel, he couldn’t help but his mind wandered to the vivid image of Usha’s fluffy belly and deep folded navel which unfolded so close to his face few hours before, Lost in the moment, he gently bite the flesh around Anjana’s navel “MMMMM…” Anjana bit down on her lower lip, trying to contain any whimpers of pain or pleasure, as she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan.

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with Raja Durai’s cheerful face, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he hovered over her. She watched in disbelief as he gathered a large pool of saliva in his mouth and let it drip right into her navel.

“Hanhh..!!” Anjana let out a sigh as she as his cold saliva fell right inside her navel, and she could figure out what he was up to. Her eyes widened in anticipation “No Durai Ayya, Please I am a devoted housewife and a virtuous mother, don’t ruin my chastity again”

Anjana pleaded helplessly with him at least to leave her honor. But Durai ignored her pleas, dismissing her concerns with a casual arrogance. As he climbed on top of her, Anjana looked up at him with wide eyes, silently begging for mercy. “You stupid women, this can be a beautiful experience for both of us if you let go of your guilt” Durai sneered as he removed his dhoti. Anjana’s heart sank and panic began to rise within her as his underwear strewn over her discarded saree. Raja Durai took out his stubby pen*s and plunged it right into her spit filled navel. “Oww!! Ohh Maa!!!” Anjana slapped her hands against her head and her eyes clenched shut as she screamed.

She pulled her belly in as much as she could, desperately trying to avoid his intruding pen*s to the sensitive insides of her navel. Raja Durai, with a slight smile on his face, paused for a moment to savour the warmth and softness of her skin wrapped around his pen*s. He then positioned himself in the missionary way, allowing him to gaze at the beauty of Anjana’s lust aroused face, even as she felt ashamed about meeting his eyes, he firmly held her hand and placed it on his back to hug him.

And Durai started fucking her navel. Though Anjana sobbed under him helplessly, thinking that her sanctity was being violated, but her body betrayed her emotions. “AAAHHHH… HHAAAYYYOOO… AAAUUUU…”Each deep, sultry moan that escaped her lips was a testament to the pure erotic ecstasy starts from her navel and spreads like wildfire through her body. As his pen*s explored her most sensitive areas, skilfully awakening sensations that left her breathless.

Durai felt utmost pleasure as with each thrust, he felt his short pen*s nearly disappearing into the pool of saliva gathered in her navel, sending shivers down his spine. Gradually Anjana felt a raise of unmistakable sensation in her lower belly, a familiar feeling that signalled the approach of orgasm. However, she made a conscious decision to suppress the impending orgasm, as she felt so ashamed with reaching orgasm each time he fucks her navel.

Durai was actually getting tired, with his heavy body and old legs, he couldn’t fuck the juicy navel for long. Despite this, he pushed hard into her navel, determined to reach climax. Anjana, on the other hand, had been struggling to hold her impending orgasm for quite some time, but his deep navel fuck pushed her over the limit, with a loud groan “AAAHHHHH…!!! AMMMAHHHH…”  Anjana cummed hard underneath him.

A proud grin blossomed in his face, as he saw Anjana’s face filled with lust in the throes of orgasm just by fucking her navel. The sight of her aroused face brought him to the brink of climax and with one final thrust into her deep navel, Durai grunted “AHHHHH…. THOPPULLL… THOPPULLLL…” he cummed inside her navel.

Raja Durai panted and heaved to get his heart back to control and said “Ohhh Anjukutty, that was so sexy Ma..! You’ve never looked sexier or more beautiful. I’d love to watch you cum again under me! Anjana, feeling frustrated and dismissed, turned away her face as Raja Durai’s evil grin widened. His chilling words, “You will..!” and he moved away from her and picked up the discarded saree from the floor to clean his genitals before donning his dhoti and properly adjusted his clothing. Raja Durai left the house without even looking at Anjana, despite her dishevelled and rosy from the orgasm, with her navel looked like a sticky mess. Ignoring her, he get into his car and drove away, as if nothing had happened.

As he sped away in his car, the striking image of Usha’s naked belly and her deep folded navel replayed in his thoughts. It was as if that moment was etched into his memory, refusing to fade. “Oh Usha, your thoppul is forever imprinted in my mind,” Durai deplored, and he turned on the music system, an old Tamil song, “Vangonna Vangonna,” filled the car, as the song played, a villainous smile crept across his face, “Alright, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Pankajam Maami’s yummy madisar thoppul. Let’s head over to her house this evening” as he drove the car.