Reddy Garu by otacotora,otacotora

This is my version of the original story ‘Reddy Garu’ story written by Shiprat. I’ve been trying to contact her regarding showing her this version, but unfortunately, she never replies.

So now I publish this on my own in the hope she would get a chance to read it and continue the series.

Please bear in mind that I’m not from India nor familiar with Indian customs.

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It was a hot summer morning. After my husband left for work and my son left for school, I got to have my breakfast and tea while reading the newspaper. As always when there were lots of chores or errands on my list that day, I took it easy at first.

I was gathering my clothes to go to the bathroom when I looked out our bedroom window and saw what had recently become a familiar sight. Our neighbor across the street, Mr. Reddy, was referred to by everyone as Reddy Garu (a respectful honorific like San in Japanese). He had retired from a government job last year, so he wasn’t working anymore. I often noticed him on his balcony or one of the windows, looking straight at or into our house.

Reddy Garu was a short and fat old man with balding grey hair combed neatly over his head. With all these signs of aging, his face showed lots of wrinkles that gave him an expressionless appearance. His body was stout with his belly bulged out. The way he dressed made me wonder how much weight he carried because everything about his wardrobe seemed designed to hide any extra pounds under baggy clothing.

I always felt some sort of discomfort whenever I saw him, which led to my regular scrutiny through the window until now. This morning, however, something new caught my attention. I was about to close the curtain when I happened to make eye contact with him through the window pane. He smiled lewdly with a hint of a suggestion in his eyes as he stared at me. My cheeks flushed red with anger after noticing his perverted stare and I shuttered the curtains immediately without bothering to look again outside.

Having closed the curtains, and ensured privacy from his forever probing eyes, I took my clothes off and headed to the bathroom for my bath time routine. I took a long cold shower to cool off. We did not have air conditioning. Which was usually not a problem. But in recent years, summers had gotten oppressive, especially during daytime hours. I hated wearing layers of clothes as well, especially on hot days.

I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and entered the bedroom to quickly get dressed. I got dressed in a simple thin t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and ready to carry on with my daily routine

I unlock the front door for the maid to come in and get working. It would only be her, coming into the house today, so I didn’t feel the need to wear a bra on this super hot day.

The weather was making me sweat profusely. I could feel my nipples sticking out through the material of the shirt. Still, I took out a bunch of vegetables and started chopping them up.

It had been five minutes of me slowly chopping vegetables when I heard the door open. I assumed it was the maid coming in early. In most cases, for a start, she usually sweeps the living room. As per our regular schedule, she wouldn’t enter the kitchen for a while.

Consequently, I was not paying much attention that there would be a person behind me until I heard…

“Mrs. Preeti. looks so pretty”

I spun around quickly in shock, as I didn’t expect to hear a husky male voice.

“Reddy Garu!! You almost gave me a heart attack!” I cried, “How dare you stand here right here in my kitchen without knocking.”

I glared at him furiously and scared at once while he just stood there smiling pervertedly.

“The door was open,” he said and calmly took

a small step toward me with that perverted smile still plastered on his face.

I stepped away from him as I tried to maintain my distance. Unfortunately, my back hit the wall beside the fridge.

“Yes, I keep it open for the maid, not for anyone.” I snapped.

“Do you need anything?” I asked with as much composure as I could muster while fighting off a fit of rage that was rising rapidly.

“Ha ha ha… I don’t know if you could give me what I need, but my wife needs peanut oil if you could spare it.” Reddy Garu smiled at me again in his creepy way.

I almost rolled my eyes at his suggestive comment. He always made suggestive comments like that at any given chance.

In our neighbourhood, Reddy Garu had quite a reputation as a compulsive lecher. He never even tried to hide it. even our husbands were aware as well.

Despite this, people preferred to avoid confrontations with Reddy Garu. He was well-connected, wealthy, and respected by everyone, including our local police officer who had many dealings with Mr. Garu through their family businesses. In addition, he was very physically intimidating, despite his short height and fat body.

“Yes, sure,” I replied shortly.

I walked to the pantry door to get him a bottle of peanut oil. I could feel that his lecherous stare was following me. and I could have sworn that it wasn’t only my face he was staring at.

“I love the way you dress… you looked so hot, so sexy so… fuckable,” He suddenly said softly after watching me for a few moments longer than necessary. It gave me Goosebumps thinking about how close his words were getting to being sexual harassment.

But deep down, I knew why he said those words. I also knew that I’m an attractive woman, with my tall and athletic figure, black hair, and pale complexion. My breasts are naturally quite large for an Indian woman and with no bra on, my erect nipples could be traced through my thin T-shirt. The shorts that I wore, really showed off my smooth white thighs and my slender long legs.

I’m not ashamed of my body or how I look. But I always reserved my body for my husband’s eyes alone. Especially in public places where any guy can be lustful or flirtatious because they think of women as sex objects rather than humans.

This particular old perverted Reddy Garu. He was not the type of person who gets embarrassed easily. He didn’t care if people looked at him disgustingly because of his bad habit to stare lecherously at women.

“Here… you can have this bottle,” I told Reddy Garu. I didn’t want to get close to him, I put the bottle on the counter instead of handing it to him.

Big mistake.

“Aww thank you.” Reddy Garu grinned happily and I almost hated myself for not telling him to get lost right there.

He quickly took a few steps forward to grab the bottle without even giving me a chance to get away. Then he got me cornered.

“Ooh you smell so nice, Mrs. Preeti!” he whispered huskily. “I love the way your scent fills the air as if I could feel it envelops my groin.”

My mouth dropped open with shock.

“Reddy Garu, please! What are you trying to say? I’m a married woman! You’re a married man!” I cried out in disbelief at what he was implying.

“Oh no need to be ashamed, Mrs. Preeti” Reddy Garu replied nonchalantly even after seeing that I was visibly shocked beyond words. His lecherous grin returned.

“You’re in the sexual prime of your life, my dear. and I notice how late your husband works every day these days…And then, of course, look at yourself today… the way you wear those tight clothes and expose every inch of flesh to me, you’re a woman in heat, aren’t you?”

My breathing increased rapidly as my heart started racing wildly inside my chest as he continued to stare at me like some sort of perverted Casanova.

“Reddy Garu, please, you can’t say those words to me… I’m a married woman… A mother.” I whispered weakly trying to contain my mixed emotion.

“I’ve always noticed you looking sexy, The motherhood enhances the libido, my dear Mrs. Preeti,” he added while taking another step closer to me.

As I was taller by an inch than him, he had to look up at me. I could smell his sweat and heat from his bulky fat body. I suddenly felt my nipples grow hard under my shirt with the lewd implications in his voice, which sounded almost evil at times. And at this point, I didn’t know whether to cry out in frustration or just scream out loud at his audacity for daring to say all these things without blinking an eye at me!

But then, we heard the sound of some footsteps. It was the maid.

“Oh good morning Mr. Reddy!” she was surprised when she saw Reddy Garu in the kitchen. She looked more surprised when she looked at her boss, Preeti, standing so close to him. Her boss usually kept a safe distance from him.

“Memsaab, I need more phenyl.” The maid said as she walked towards the pantry.

I could tell that my maid was feeling uncomfortable with this whole situation of me and Reddy Garu. She tried to look away and smiled awkwardly while keeping a little distance between us at the same time.

Reddy Garu also smiled as he stepped back away from me even though his creepy gaze was still fixed on my chest.

“I should get going..” he said and tried to be looked friendly by giving me a brief wave goodbye before walking off quickly.

I stood there watching him go, still stunned by his comments and actions. How dare he?

With the maid there, I tried to divert my upsetness by getting busy and supervising her work. But Reddy Garu’s brazen behaviour made me feel uncomfortable for the rest of the day even after I left home for my daily jogging session.

My primary reaction was outrage at what I considered to be a complete sexual harassment incident. But beneath that anger, there was another feeling that took over my emotions. My nipples were erect at the mere thought of how easily Reddy Garu could have forced me to have sex with him that afternoon if he wanted to do it. After months of sexless life, I probably won’t resist either. That thought alone brought up goose bumps across my skin and heat between my legs!

The next reaction was panic. He was a well-connected man. My husband was a hot-headed man. And I didn’t want to think of the consequences of him learning of this incident with Reddy Garu. I felt helpless at the moment.

I didn’t know who I could complain or turn to in this situation. Therefore for the first time in our 19 years of marriage, I would be hiding something from my husband which was against everything we stand for together as a married couple. It brought guilt, shame, and worry in its wake.

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At night times, after I helped my son Rishi with his homework and finish dinner. Rishi went to bed while I clean up the house. When everything was done I sat down and watched TV, waiting for my husband Badri to get home.

As always, my husband came straight from work late at night.

My husband owns a petrol station business. We purchased the business a couple of years back with finance from the bank, backed with capital from our house.

Unfortunately, business wasn’t good in the last two years while the interest rates were going to the roof. So we had to cut costs, and that make the business understaffed. Therefore my husband had to work lots of extra hours, not only to cover the shifts but also so that we can make end meets.

I was hoping that I could help him at the shop, but unfortunately, my husband was old school that prefer to have his wife stays at home and take care of the house and the children.

Consequently, my husband always goes to work in the morning and gets home very late at night, always looking tired and weary. Like tonight.

As usual, I greeted him and asked about his day. He smiled, replied shortly, and kissed me on the cheek as he walked past me to our bedroom.

I decided to follow him inside, as I got these heats inside me that needed to be satisfied right now and I couldn’t wait.

He looked exhausted and worn out, but it didn’t stop me. As soon as we reached the bedroom, I took off his t-shirt. I could smell his manly B.O. as I kissed the top of his chest. Then I licked my way slowly toward his belly button.

He could guess what I wanted and tried to resist at first as I knew he was too tired. He also tried to argue that he had to wake up early for work tomorrow. I usually gave up but not tonight! The sooner it is done, the better for me! for us! and for our family.

So I didn’t listen to him. I kept on removing his trousers and underwear until they fell onto the floor leaving only his socks on.

“Emandi, just relax!… I promise I’ll make you happy,” I whispered seductively into his ear.

Then I continued to seduce my husband as I slowly took off my garments one by one. As the clothes after clothes were off, little by little, my smooth white skin, and long slender legs were revealed.

I wasn’t going to stop there, my delicate tummy, my twin big breasts, and my smooth vagina, all that was reserved only for him, now have been revealed in front of his eyes.

However, my husband’s penis was still in a flaccid state. I’m not too sure whether it was because he was tired or maybe after almost 20 years of marriage, I wasn’t attractive to him anymore, who knows?

But I wasn’t going to give up yet.

“You’re so sexy with your sock on Emandi!”

My husband wasn’t very confident with himself when it comes to sex. So I told him things to get aroused more easily during sex sometimes. He always liked hearing nice compliments about how hot and handsome he looked. Even though in my opinion he already did hot and handsome.

Then I kneeled in front of my husband with my hands around his waist, touching every part of his body including my hand under his balls softly stroking them. I used both my hands to stroke the shaft of his cock. Within minutes, his cock sprang big and hard as a rock. I love my husband’s cock. It was just the right size for me.

“I’m going to suck your dick now,” I said to him in a seductive tone.

I stared at him as he stared back at me for a moment before he finally nodded to me silently and let me do whatever I want with him.

I leaned forward to suck his hard cock while pushing him down on the bed. I kept on sucking on his cock until it became glistening wet with pre-cum that made his foreskin roll over along the sides. I then stopped sucking on his cock as I tore a condom package open and rolled it over his penis.

Then I climbed on top of my husband, holding his cock upwards between my legs, making it easy for me to guide his big cock inside my pussy.

My thighs rubbed against each other slightly as I lowered myself slowly on his shaft till all six and a half inches disappeared entirely into me. It felt so good having all this manhood deep within my body, after months of sexless nights. It was filling up every inch of me.

I started to move up and down slowly, feeling his hot meat moving in and out of my vaginal walls. My husband groaned quietly as I sped up the pace. He lay still watching my big breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically as I rode his prick like there was no tomorrow.

The smell of sex filled our bedroom air immediately from the sexual act we were performing together. His cock was fully embedded deep inside me and I could feel the pulsating heat of blood through veins beneath the skin of my vagina being penetrated by the tip of his big cock.

I closed my eyes and moaned loudly when suddenly the confrontation with Reddy Garu’s shameless act earlier in the kitchen this morning was crossing my mind! It sent electric currents running across my spine the way his stare was deflouring my body.

I wondered what he would have done if the maid didn’t come. Would he forcefully have sex with me? What a thought! It made my pussy grow even wetter. My cunt began leaking juice down along his shaft as I imagined Reddy Garu undressing me while looking at me, licking his lips at the sight of my big firm tits. Then taking hold of one tit in each hand, squeezing and fondling it, while kissing it and nibbling on it softly. Licking its nipple and then biting it hard before sucking on it gently with sensual desire until it became erect.

My breathing became faster and my hips started to move more rapidly as I visualized these scenes occurring before my very eyes instead of doing them. and I can feel myself getting closer to climax already without having fucked for long yet.

“Pandu… I’m cumming…”

My husband’s words snapped me out of this sexual trance.

I opened my eyes to look into his as I felt his hot cum filling the condom inside, “Wait… I’m also about to…hold it…” I panted out between labored breaths “…Just another minute.”

Luckily, my husband had a big dick, so even after cumming once, he was still able to push deep inside me several times, giving both of our orgasms.

After a few minutes, I stopped riding his cock and lay down over him to kiss him deeply like always when we are done having sex.

“That was great Pandu!, you were so hot tonight!” He said while grabbing me lovingly now that we were finished fucking each other. My husband always called me ‘pandu’ to express how special I am to him. and I always called him ‘Emandi’ to describe how I respect him so much as the man in the family.

“What’s gotten into you?” He continue asked sounding confused at what just happened.

It took me by surprise because I really couldn’t tell my husband the truth. It would be too embarrassing for me to explain while I was making love to him, I was imagining this morning’s encounter with that old pervert Reddy Garu, except in my mind I let him do all sorts of dirty things with my sensitive tits! And I loved every bit of it! But now I felt guilty imagining these things.

“I… it has been so long… ” My voice cracked slightly as I lied for the first time to my husband.

He looked surprised but then smiled knowingly and kissed me softly on my forehead.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been working late again this week,” he added trying to sound apologetic, but I know better that he was concerned about my well-being. That was one thing that I would never forget about him even after all these years together.

“You should get some rest Emandi!, you look tired.” I told him as I kissed him on his forehead lovingly, “I love you!”

“I love you too Preeti Pandu, sleep well…,” He replied closing his eyes slowly, still holding me tight in his arms till we fell asleep soon enough.

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For the next few days, I always dresses very modestly where ever it was possible. Including in my own house.

I didn’t care whether it was a hot day or not. My loyalty to my husband was always above my feelings and comfort. I didn’t want to lead any man down the wrong path of thinking that they could take advantage of me because I was wearing revealing clothes.

And I also made sure to always lock the front door during the day so that no one would be able to come inside our house whenever they like without knocking at first. So our maid, Arunima had to start to knock before she could come inside each morning.

Things went so well for a while until I was walking back from some grocery shopping, carrying several heavy bags filled with foodstuffs for my family’s dinner preparation when suddenly someone called out to me from behind.

“Mrs. Preeti.. can we talk?”

I heard someone call my name. So I turned around to see the person and to my quick surprise.

“Reddy Garu!!… I’m sorry Reddy Garu but I’m in a hurry,” I replied turning away, hoping he’d just go away. Unfortunately, he continued following me as I walked briskly towards my house.

“Let me help you. These bags look heavy.” He offered to help me by lifting them off my hands and carrying the groceries for me!

I felt uncomfortable and wanted to protest as he grabbed my groceries bags and carry them all by himself. So now I didn’t have a choice but to let Reddy Garu come inside our house along with me.

Reddy Garu put the groceries bags on the kitchen benchtop and then sat at the dining table, looking directly into my eyes as I was trying to avoid his gaze. I was getting so nervous about this encounter, especially after what happened last time when I had resisted his advancements on me.

“Make some tea.” He ordered in his typical authoritative voice that could instantly make everyone else obey immediately.

I complied. He stared at me as I started the tea making. Then I brought one cup of hot steaming black tea over to the dining table. He sat quietly waiting for me, watching me carefully like a cat does its prey before it attacks.

My body was feeling tense like never before, knowing how much of a risk it was for me to be here alone with this perverted old man, even though it was inside my own house.

“I notice that you changed the way you dress Preeti…,” He began speaking to me again, still with his sleazy eyes focused intensely onto my face, then my big tits, and finally downwards my flat stomach and legs until resting back up on my full breasts.

“You look more elegant and prude now…but your clothes still cannot hide that you are a woman in heat and need relief…” His voice sounded like gravel mixed in the sand as he said these things.

I felt even more uncomfortable listening to him said such dirty stuff to me as if he owned me or something. I already dress very conservatively as most women do nowadays, covered from neck to toe, not exposing anything of my bare skin even though I was wearing a saree.

But still, Reddy Garu had the guts and told me straight out exactly what was on his mind and how he thought about me while staring at my body.

“And you know why am saying this?” He added smiling devilishly, but there was nothing friendly about his smile, only lust.

Still, I shook my head to answer his question.

“It’s because even though your dress code has become a lot more conservative recently, it still shows off your sexy, magnificent, and feminine curves!”

My heart started beating fast as I felt butterflies flying all over inside me when I heard these words coming out of the mouth of an older man like Reddy Garu. Now I just realized that even though I always wore a very conservative outfit, it was so tight fitting around my body that revealed my figure.

I know my husband always praised my figure every time he saw me dressed up nicely and said how proud he was to have married such a beautiful wife with perfect body measurements. But I never thought that others would notice this either! Especially old perverts like Reddy Garu.

After taking a few sips of tea, he stood up and stared into my eyes intensely, looking like he wants to tell me something important.

“Preeti…” His voice seemed more serious now than before.

“I can help to relieve some of the sexual tension in your life…” He stated bluntly as I cringed in disgust hearing what he was saying.

“I’m good in bed… And well hung… And I will be very discreet…” He continued to explain calmly, making sure that I understood everything clearly. But my conservative religious upbringing couldn’t allow me to sleep with another man other than my husband.

“Reddy Garu please don’t do this. I’ll end up breaking my marriage vows if you do this to me.” I said fearfully, trying not to be upset while thinking about the consequences of sleeping with him.

But of course, Reddy Garu wasn’t about to stop here. Instead, he moved closer to me.

I knew that I need to move away from him now. But I was frozen like a statue, petrified by the look in his sleazy eyes but also made me feel so hot inside.

Then he lifted his hand and caressed my face, almost like he was testing the water to see how far he could push me until I pushed back or resisted him.

His touches continued to touch my hair then stroked it downwards across my shoulder as it fell gracefully past my shoulders onto my breasts.

Reddy Garu looked up closer at me until his face was only inches away from mine and staring at my mouth which opened slightly in shock as we were so close together. His nose was just an inch away from mine!

I knew that he wanted to kiss me. But if he did, I still had no idea what would happen next. Would it be escalated to adultery? or he would take it slow with only kissing?

As much as I tried to resist, I couldn’t move my body. I felt butterflies flying around again deep within my stomach now! So I just prayed silently for God to keep me safe and protected from any harm coming out of this situation.

The front door suddenly burst open loudly, making both of us jump back in surprise as my maid, Arunima, came into our house without knocking first!

Her eyes widened with worry when she saw me, her boss, standing there with Reddy Gary’s hands all over her body.

“Good… good morning Memsaab…” She greeted me in a nervous voice while bowing to me respectfully, “…Good morning Reddy Garu…” she added while looking up at him. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” He replied immediately as he moved away quickly from me. “Please call me if you need anything.” He instructed and then turned away walking towards the front door.

I was relieved to see him leave the house now. My heart was pounding furiously and my breathing was rapid after he touched me so close to him just a few minutes ago.

I thought my whole body was about to explode right then and there. I never expected that Reddy Garu would so dare to do something like that to me.

I could feel my knees weak and shaky when I walked towards my room. I sat on the edge of the bed unable to even stand up straight because of how badly shaken up I was by what just happened. The rush of adrenaline made my mind numb for a while.

But for some reason, I also felt extremely aroused by what just transpired between myself and this perverted old man. So much so that I didn’t realize it until later, when I found my panties already soaked in my juices.

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So that night, once again, when my husband, Badri came home. Even though I knew that it was very late and I knew that he was tired from work. I selfishly almost dragged him into our bedroom without even asking first whether he wanted to make love or not.

But we didn’t make love that night. We fucked. It might even seem that I raped him.

I took off all of his clothes. I sucked his big dick passionately. I pushed him down naked on his back on the bed. I put the condom on. Then I straddled over him and rubbed myself against the tip of his hard cock. It slipped inside my pussy easily due to how wet I was and then moved up and down along his length while I squeezed both of us tightly together.

I rapidly fasten my pace. I couldn’t believe how wild I was riding my husband’s stiff penis. At the same time, I was imagining how Reddy Garu’s big cock must look buried deep inside a tight honey hole like mine.

“Aaaahhh… yeees… Preeti…I’m… I’m cumming..”

My husband moaned out loudly through gritted teeth like an animal caught in heat as I continued fucking him furiously.

“Uuhh… UUUHH… uuuunnn… ugh… YEEEEES!!” He exclaimed as he filled the condom with his seed after a mind-blowing orgasm. His erratic movement also made me shudder from pleasure and lust simultaneously.

I couldn’t believe how fast I and my husband reached a climax that night. It was just within just minutes, knowing that it usually took around 15 minutes to half an hour for our make-love session.

That was probably because my body was so aroused by the thoughts of my encounter earlier this morning with that perverted old neighbor, Reddy Garu.

How his rough big fat hand touched my cheek, playing with my hair. How his face was only an inch away from mine, I could feel his mint breath, smell his fragrance.

However, I couldn’t tell my husband anything about all of those things that had happened between myself and Reddy Garu at all.

“You were amazing Pandu.” My husband Badri said afterward as he pulled himself closer to me and hugged me tenderly in his arms. “That feels good when you ride me like that…” He added as he was looking deeply into my eyes before kissing me softly on my lips. Soon both of us fell asleep to a satisfying feeling.

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In the following days, I changed again the way I dress. I made sure all the clothes that I wore were very loose fitting, modest and conservative, on purpose to not give any men, especially a perverted like Reddy Garu some sort of idea that I was a woman who was sexually unsatisfied or in need of sex.

I also told Arunima, my maid, to start doing the shopping more often so I could just stay home more often. I even change my daily jogging exercise with yoga.

For a couple of days, it worked so well that I didn’t have to be worried about seeing that ugly face of old perverted Reddy Garu.

But one day, Arunima came up to me. She bowed down politely as she did every time. Then she stood straight up again. But her head still look down as if she didn’t want to face me.

“Memsaab,… I… I found… I found another job…” her voice cracked and her eyes were avoiding meeting mine fearfully, but yet filled with determination at the same time.

“I’m sorry Memsaab… but I won’t work anymore for you anymore.” She continued, her tone sounding sad and resigned.

I felt my heart racing in my chest for this unexpected news coming from my loyal maid. I’ve known her for such a long time, she has been working for our family ever since my son Rishi was born.

“Arunima, please wait! Don’t say something like that! Why do you want to leave?” I asked confused. “Did I do anything wrong? Is that why you’re leaving me?” I added anxiously.

“No… no Memsaab!” She replied while shaking her head and still avoiding making eye contact with me.

“It’s nothing like that. It’s because I found another job… with better pay… and less work…” She continued reluctantly.

I could feel a cold chill going through my body as my mind thought of what was happening here.

“You mean you quit working for me because someone else pays you more…?” My question caused Arunima to look away guiltily. But then she was nodding in silence as if ashamed to admit it out loud.

“So, how… how much will… they pay you to have your services at their house?” I inquired in a whisper.

“They offered me more than double what you paid me..” She answered in the same subdued manner. “And the job is not very demanding at all. I don’t need to clean up or wash clothes or iron things either..” she continued.

My jaw dropped open with shock and confusion when I heard how much more money she was going to receive from her new employer with little work she was going to do for them. There was no way my husband and I would ever be able to afford a such huge amount of extra expense in our current financial condition.

This meant that my maid decided to leave us now for good, for a higher salary. Even though we have already provided her with so much love and respect during her employment in our house.

I looked deeply into Arunima’s eyes fearfully, wondering if she would like to come work for me in her free time again. But instead, her expression showed that it was too late for that.

“I’m sorry Memsaab. Please don’t blame me for this… but I’m going to use my free time for my family.” She added.

I stood there stunned without words my heart sank deep down inside my chest as I realized my maid had moved on with her life.

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That night I told my beloved husband, Badri everything that happened today with Arunima after he came home from his work.

Badri sat next to me quietly in silence, listening carefully to what I said in between gasps. He didn’t say anything until after I finished talking.

Then he sighed while looking at me intently. He knew that with how low we paid Arunima, sooner or later, she would move away for better pay and work somewhere else. But at the same time, I felt very guilty for not having enough money to pay a decent salary to a loyal maid who worked diligently for us for many years now.

When my husband saw how upset I was feeling over it all, he reached out to hold both of my hands in a comforting gesture.

“Don’t worry Honey… I’m going to work harder so that we can afford a new housekeeper for our house soon…”

I smiled weakly then gave him a loving hug in return. I loved the way my husband always took care of me. Even when times were tough financially for our family and when our lives got hard due to certain circumstances.

I know that our situation will get worse once again, but just knowing that my husband would take care of us made me feel much better about things right now. Because I know that no matter how bad things get, Badri would never give up on us. And I also believe that God is with us too.

But there was something that bothers me even more than that… Reddy Garu! How could I avoid meeting this perverted old man any longer? I could take care of house chores and cooking together, and that was fine. But sooner or later, I need to go out shopping again… and there was no way around it because we don’t have another maid working in our home anymore.

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For a couple of days, I tried harder to do the cooking and house chores by myself. I would like to be able to tell my husband that he was not the only one who was working hard in our family.

I always locked the front door. If the bell rang, I made sure to know who was ringing. Reddy Garu was coming to a couple of times, but I didn’t even open the door for him. He then gave up and went home, only to come again the next day. But as long as I had the front door locked, there was nothing that he could do.

Then, I got really worried about going out for groceries shopping, especially after the last encounter with that horny old neighbor Reddy Garu. Last time I was saved by the arrival of Arunima at just the right time to prevent an unfortunate accident from happening between me and that nasty old guy. With Arunima wasn’t working for our family any more, there was no way anyone else can come help me if Reddy Garu try to sexually harass me again.

Fortunately, God sent down the solution in the form of my son, Rishi.

He wanted to buy something from the grocery store and offered to accompany me as his mother’s safety escort. And it also gave him something to do instead of playing games all day long or wasting his precious time watching TV shows he doesn’t like anyway.

I was sure that I could rely on him when I felt uneasy being alone while going outside during those days.

As we browsed at a big grocery store near our house, I noticed that some girls were staring at my son. It made me wonder what were they thinking, maybe they were just admiring him because he was so young and innocent. Maybe Rishi was just a cute little boy?

Well, he is cute enough looking. But he certainly wasn’t a little boy anymore. I couldn’t believe that my baby boy Richi was almost finished high school now.

He was a tall lanky boy with his mother’s hair and my husband’s eyes and lips. But he looked so handsome like his father in every other way. I was wondering if he had a girlfriend yet or not. Sometimes I caught him checking out the young girls walking past us as we browsed through the grocery store. But I did notice that he never flirted with any of them. He always smiled and said hello politely when they happened to pass by, but that was it.

My son reminded me so much of his father when we were young. Always a sweet loving boy without being cocky or arrogant about himself. I knew that Rishi would grow up just like his father and become a good man someday. He will have a beautiful wife and children.

I already miss the time when he was small and I carried him around everywhere I went.

“Amma, Amma,” Rishi said suddenly as he noticed me staring at him. “What?”

“You know I love you right?” he continued smiling innocently as he put his hands on my shoulders in an affectionate manner.

I giggled inside as I remembered how he used to be as a little boy, and now as a teenager.

“I love you too…” I answered with a soft voice.

My son then gave me a big hug before we picked up our bags full of groceries.

“Rishi… I noticed a couple of girls checking you out.” I said as I was carrying our bags, both of us walking down the street side by side.

“Oh yeah? So what? They are all older than me anyway.” He replied nonchalantly.

“But don’t you want to ask one of them out?” I asked suspiciously, remembering the attention Rishi was getting from certain girls back at the grocery store.

He stopped walking to look at me for a moment. I could see the shyness in his expression, but then he looked away in embarrassment as he didn’t answer.

“Do you already have a girlfriend or something?” I continued teasingly.

“Well… maybe…” he mumbled looking downwards.

“Come on!… You can tell me!” I insisted with a smile.

He looked back at me with a big embarrassed grin.

“There is this girl at school. She’s really nice and very pretty too. We talk a lot about stuff together. But I’m not sure if she likes me or not.” He answered bashfully.

“Have you told her how you feel?” I asked.

“Well, ehm… no… not really….” Rishi admitted with another shy grin.

“Why don’t you ask her out then?” I suggested. “You guys should go somewhere and talk face to face and that way you’ll know for sure if you’re compatible with each other.”

“Umm… Yeah, maybe I can…” he answered while staring at the ground, a bit nervous as he thought about asking her out.

It was a wonderful afternoon of talking and shopping together with my son. Almost perfect… except for the sudden appearance of that old pervert Reddy Garu right in front of us, as we almost got to our house.

“Afternoon Mrs. Preeti! How are you doing today?” He said quickly, with his wicked grin and his lecherous stare that stared right into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him there. But instead of being angry like I always did whenever he made those nasty advances toward me, I just wanted to escape right now.

But before I could do anything, my son suddenly got between Reddy Garu and me.

“Hey Reddy Garu,” Rishi said politely while smiling. “How are you today?”

Reddy Garu looked at my son with an amused expression on his face.

“I’m good little boy…… thanks for asking,” he responded while snickering in my son’s direction. “Shopping with your mom I see? That’s sweet.”

My son nodded with a smile as if it was normal for a young boy to be accompanied by his mother when they were buying groceries.

“Yes.. that’s right.” He replied innocently. “Let’s go home now Amma!…”

I smiled at the sight of my son protecting me from Reddy Garu. Because I knew that my son would never let anyone disrespect me, no matter who it is.

We continued our way home until we reached our house. Reddy Garu started walking away after saying goodbye. But something didn’t feel right about this encounter, because I took a glimpse of him glancing back at us through the corner of my eye.

I could swear that his look was full of great acrimony towards my son Rishi.

Maybe he finally realized that I have a teenage son who could protect me against him or maybe he was just worried that my son might see through his charade. But for some reason, I could easily sense his malevolent glare directed at my son Rishi as he walked away. It made my heart skip a beat as my son noticed.

Rishi got closer to me while we were unlocking the front door together.

“Are you alright Amma?” he asked with genuine concern as he could sense that I was worried.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be…?” I answered trying to sound casual, but not quite sure if it worked.

“It’s just… it feels weird you know… what I mean?” he continued to ask with a concerned look in his eyes.

“About what?” I mumbled with uncertainty because I didn’t want him to see how freaked out I was about that encounter with Reddy Garu.

“Oh no.. nothing,” he said while shaking his head and forcing a smile. “Forget it… don’t worry about it…”

Rishi then wrapped his arms around me in a comforting hug.

“I love you so much, Rishi…” I whispered, grateful that he was there for me whenever I needed him.

He hugged me tightly for a moment before pulling away and grinning at me as he said, “I’ll do my homework in my room while you prepare dinner tonight!”

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I was really happy to get a chance to spend some quality time with my son. I couldn’t wait to share this feeling with Badri too, but unfortunately, that wasn’t meant to be.

My husband came home late, as usual, that night. He walked straight to the bedroom without even greeting me first. From the way he was acting, it was obvious that he had been facing some kind of stress from work lately. And considering all the stress he was having the past few months, I could understand how tired and worn out he might be by now. But what could I do to help him? Nothing really, except praying to God.

I went to our bedroom. As I stood by the bedroom door, I could see my husband was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on his head and he was looking down. He looked like he had just given up.

“Emandi…,” I said approaching him while softly stroking his back.

He lifted his head slightly as if he was trying to avoid my touch.

“What is wrong Emandi?” I asked with a tender voice, but he kept on looking down and sighed heavily.

“I don’t wanna talk about it..” He replied with frustration in his voice. “Just go to sleep! You’re not helping!”

Instead of giving up, I decided to kneel in front of him and wrap my arms around him as a wife would do to comfort her beloved husband. He tried to push me away, but I refused to let him escape.

I hugged him tighter with my arms wrapped around him as I buried my face into his chest.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I whispered to him, caressing his body lovingly. “I just want you to know that I will always be by your side for you no matter what.”

Badri closed his eyes as he tried to endure my comforting embrace. After a few moments, he gave up and wrapped his arms around me instead. We stayed like this for some minutes before we slowly started to hug each other closer. Our bodies were gently pressed together with my breasts crushed against his chest. The smell of his sweat made my heart beat faster as he kissed the top of my head.

“Let’s go to sleep baby… I feel so tired…” he mumbled in a tired voice while closing his eyes.

We got into bed and he took off his clothes while I undressed. He had the same look on his face as I remembered from the past years when he would come home after long days at work. I pulled him close to me as he wrapped his arms around me and I held him tightly in return.

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The following afternoon was another scorcher. I was starting to get a bit tired as I was preparing dinner while Rishi sat in front of me watching television. It felt nice having him right next to me, protecting me from Reddy Garu again. That man was relentless.

But my worry for my husband was increasing by the minute. He had been acting strangely last night. He might be stressed out at work too, but it seemed that something else was bothering him now. And I was really worried.

I really wanted to know how Badri was doing these days. I had to find out what was bothering him.

So I decided to give him a call.

“Hi Emandi,” I said in a soft voice after my husband picked up the phone. “How are you? How’s your day?”

“It’s good now that I hear your voice.” He replied with a loving tone in his voice. “How about you Preeti Pandu?”

“I’m alright… I just wanted to check in with you.” I answered as I took a seat on the living room sofa.

My husband remained quiet for a moment as if he was thinking about something important.

“I… I would like to apologize for the way I treated you last night.” He continued at last. “I shouldn’t have done that to you. I’m sorry!”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I sensed the sincerity in his voice.

“That’s alright Emandi,” I responded with a soothing voice. “You know that you can always rely on me to ease your stress when you need someone to talk to… I’m your wife after all…”

“I know… I know…” he said while taking a deep breath. “But I feel so ashamed and embarrassed about the way I behaved towards you like that… especially after all those years you’ve been by my side helping me through my work stress and everything…”

“Don’t be silly Emandi,” I replied in a tender voice. “We’re all just human… we all make mistakes.”

The rest of the conversation was spent reassuring my husband that it’s okay for him to be himself and that I still love him. We talked for quite some time until my husband had to go back to work.

“I’ll see you later tonight.” He said with a heavy sigh before hanging up.

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That night, Badri came home late again. But this time he didn’t avoid me. Instead, he greeted me with a soft smile on his face and wrapped his arms around me lovingly in a comforting embrace.

“Pandu!,” He whispered to me, caressing my cheek lovingly. “I owe you an explanation….”

He held my face softly between his hands as he stared straight into my eyes. Then we sat down on the couch together. I looked at his tired but beautiful eyes, and I felt a knot in my throat. I feared the worst…

“Aparna my sister, called me yesterday… in tears.” He started. “She told me that her husband was made redundant a couple of months ago and their family is facing financial problems because of it… They might lose their house soon.”

I opened my mouth in a shocked response at what I just heard from my husband’s mouth.

“That’s terrible!” I gasped in shock.

Badri nodded.

“Yeah… Aparna told me that her husband, Kishore, hasn’t been able to find a new job yet…” he continued. “And she was really worried because they don’t have enough money to pay their bills anymore, let alone keep up the mortgage payments for their house. Their family just bought that house six years ago. It’s the only thing they own now that their life savings are totally depleted..”

I stared at my husband as he spoke. He looked at me with sad eyes full of regret.

“Do we have any money to help them?” I asked him urgently.

He shook his head.

“No… It’s not like that Pandu… You know how Aparna and Kishore are… They don’t ask for anything… so I never thought about offering them money or something like that…” He answered while sighing, “I don’t even know if they would accept our help anyway… I’m sure they wouldn’t want to bother us… maybe we should just pray for them to somehow get through this hardship.”

I stared at my husband and my heart broke into pieces.

Aparna was not only my husband’s sister, but she was also my friend. I used to spend a lot of time with her when we were in college. From Aparna, I met her brother, Badri, whom I grew to love dearly.

I knew Aparna was a simple girl who always put God first. She loved her family the most and she devoted herself to doing good things in her community, no matter what.

But, just like Badri, she had this pride towards her family which prevented her from seeking help from anyone else when times were hard. Her pride made her confident that she could do lots of things, and solves everything. But it never occurred to me that one day she could actually be in need of help.

It seemed that she finally reached the bottom of her financial well and I felt so helpless because I couldn’t do anything.

“How about if Kishore works with you at the petrol station?” I suggested, trying to think of a solution. “Nothing fancy… just part-time maybe… but at least he can support his family with that…”

Badri shook his head.

“No Pandu… I told Kishore that I would think about that possibility… but he refused to say that he needed to keep his dignity as an educated man.”

I took a deep breath.

“So ask him that you need help in the petrol station?” I asked carefully. “Maybe he’d see things differently now.”

Badri nodded reluctantly.

“But I can’t pay him as much as he would get at the consultancy firm,” he continued.

I groaned from the sofa.

“Badri!” I said with exasperation on my face.

“Don’t worry about that… just pay him whatever you can afford!”

“But I can’t pay him enough to even pay his mortgage…!” My husband argued back.

I sighed heavily and got up from my seat. I walked around the couch and stood next to my husband’s chair. He looked at me with eyes full of tears. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“How about if they stay here? For a few months maybe… until they get another job or find another source of income…” I whispered gently.

Badri stared at me with disbelief on his face.

“Preeti Pandu… Preeti!,” He cried out in a desperate voice. “Where are they going to sleep?”

“Oh!,” I replied surprised, “I was thinking that we could turn our storage room into a guestroom… There’s no problem with that is there?”

He shook his head.

“That’s great!” I said happily. “That way they can rent out their house for a little while… and they don’t have to sell their beloved house in the first place!”

Badri chuckled and nodded with tears in his eyes.

“Yes, that’s a brilliant idea!” he said with a happy voice. “Thank you so much, Preeti Pandu! I’m so happy you thought of it!”

I smiled broadly at my husband as he thanked me. I could tell he was just as relieved as I was to have come up with this solution. It was such a simple one too. It was just so obvious once it was presented to us. But we had never thought about it before.

I wanted to hug Badri right now. He looked so down and so stressed out because of her sister’s financial situation. I wasn’t sure if the help we gave them was enough, but we dealt with that later.

Right now, I just wanted to comfort him and make him feel better. I kissed him lovingly on his lips and he returned the kiss passionately. Then I took his hands and lead him to our bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed I pulled Badri’s shirt over his head and he undressed as well. Then I pulled the bottoms of his pants down, revealing his big beautiful hard cock that I always adore.

I looked up at my husband with hungry eyes as I asked for his permission to suck his cock. He smiled nervously and nodded. I smiled back at him like an angel. I leaned forward and put my lips around his penis. I licked the tip of his cock slowly, making him shiver. Then I blew gently on his dick as I sucked on it and felt it grow harder in my mouth.

Badri groaned with pleasure and I knew that he loved how gentle I am with his cock. His thighs began to tremble as I teased his hard shaft with my tongue and lips. Then I stroke his dick until it was completely hard.

Then I stood up and began to walk towards the bed. I tried to walk as sexy as I could be. Badri followed me without saying anything. He stared at me lustfully as I slowly took off my clothes one by one and left them where they fell on the floor.

As soon as my top was removed, my big magnificent breasts sprang free from their bra and bounced up and down enticingly. I could see Badri swallow hard as he watched my gorgeous boobs bounce and jiggle seductively in front of him.

My nipples were already hard and erect. I was so turned on because of the anticipation of what was to come next. My pussy was soaking wet with need.

Then I dropped my panties and stood naked before my husband. He stared at my naked body as if he didn’t want to look away. I crawled onto the bed and lay flat on my back. Then Badri put on the condom before climbing onto the bed and placing himself between my legs.

He looked so handsome as he admired my nakedness with his intense gaze. My heart was racing as I waited to feel his hot penis inside my dripping wet pussy.

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm as I felt my husband’s hand on my thighs, preparing to enter me. Then I felt my pussy being stretched open as he entered me. I gasped in delight as I felt his penis slowly begin to move.

My husband never hesitates to go deep. It made me feel really good to have him fill me up like that. His penis always seems to know what I want and need before I even do.

“I love how you feel inside me…” I moaned to him, “Feels so warm and tight!”

Badri smiled down at me lovingly.

“I love you, Preeti Pandu,” He said gently as he continued moving inside me.

I wrapped my legs around my husband’s waist, holding him closer as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper into me.

“Mmmm… Fuck me, Badri!” I groaned loudly.

He increased his pace, giving me what I needed. His penis began to throb inside my pussy as he fucked me harder and harder. I began to buck my hips in time with his strokes, wanting it more and more.

It was a familiar sensation for me. Something me and Badri shared since we were married. Our bodies seemed to just fit together perfectly. We make love like there’s nothing else in this world. Nothing has ever mattered to us besides each other.

‘Made love’ is the right word to use when describing our sex life. In the last couple of months, we had not made love to each other properly like we use to. All we did was just ‘fuck’ each other. Fucking each other brains out.

But today, something different happened. We made love.

Badri reached down and rubbed my breast as he fucked me. He looked at me while doing it. Then his eyes wandered down to my pussy, where he could see my glistening juices all over his penis.

Then he bent down and put his lips on my nipple and sucked on it as his hard dick slid in and out of me harder and harder.

“I’m going to cum!” He told me urgently.

I closed my eyes as I felt him pull out and then slam it back inside me. I squealed loudly as I felt his cock throb inside me. I was filled with the pleasure of his warm semen shooting into the condom that rested inside my pussy.

When it was done, I opened my eyes and watched my husband staring at me lovingly. He kissed me softly and smiled.

“I love you so much, Preeti Pandu…” He whispered to me.

I returned his kiss passionately and held him close. I realized how lucky I was that I found Badri. He was the perfect man for me.

***

In a couple of days, Rishi and I once again went grocery shopping together.

Rishi was a tall and skinny boy, probably more than half-starved. But he was very good-looking. His hair was always impeccably combed, even though he never trimmed it himself. He usually wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His father’s type of clothing.

He was in his final year of high school right now and would be going to uni next year. He didn’t know what he wanted to major in and he had yet to decide. But that’s not what matters right now.

Just like last time, Rishi was becoming a celebrity with some girls in the supermarket. As soon as they saw him, they began to gawk at him. Some were giggling, some were whispering something, but most of them just stared at him like he was some kind of celebrity.

I have to admit that I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I watched them all ogling at my son Rishi. Poor thing. He seemed to get embarrassed by their attention.

This kind of situation reminds me of me when I first started going out with his father. The attention from so many young girls to him at that time was so flattering and exciting. I had to step up my game and gave Badri the best attention he couldn’t get from any other girls. And now, It made me feel proud to know that Rishi was growing up into such a handsome man, just like his father.

As we walk back home, Rishi and I were both laughing and smiling because of how well everything turned out. I also teased him and asked him how did it feel to be the center of attention with all those girls. He looked bashful for a moment but then smiled back at me.

“I think I’ll start a fan club for you,” I told him, “the only people who can join the Rishi Fan Club will be the ones who are lucky enough to meet you.”

He smiled wickedly.

“Amma!” he replied mischievously. “I don’t really pay attention to things like that…”

I laughed aloud and said, “Well, it’s obvious that you’re taking after your father in some way.”

We had fun walking back home and talking about what had happened today. Actually, I was the one who got the most enjoyment out of this. I liked teasing my son and making him blush sometimes. It was nice to see my little boy being brought back out of the shell that he was hiding behind.

When we were about a hundred meters away from my house, Rishi suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” I asked my son.

“Nothing… Nothing…” He replied but his gaze was fixed on something behind me. I turned around and saw a middle age woman wearing a very tight and sexy summer dress. The skimpy summery dress showed a lot of cleavage area, thigh-high stockings, and a short mini-skirt that revealed a bit too much skin.

Her breasts jiggled with each step that she took forward toward our direction and my son started ogling at them openly.

I stopped myself from laughing because I realized that my young teenage son has never seen anything like this before.

“Hey… what are you looking at?!” I teased my son playfully as his face suddenly went red hot from embarrassment, “You’re not supposed to stare at a lady like that.”

Rishi was frantically trying to come up with an excuse but his voice failed him. But when he saw how his beautiful mommy was not angry, he mumbled something under his breath.

“Amma… Is that Arunima Aunty?..” He whispered in shock.

My heart skipped a beat hearing those words coming from my innocent teenage son! I looked at that middle age woman with renewed interest.

Her long dark hair flowed down in waves while Arunima usually braided hers up in ponytails behind her head. Her face was full of makeup including eyeliner and lipstick which gave her whole face a glamorous look while Arunima always kept her natural beauty with simple looks without makeup. The way she dressed today showed that she wanted to flaunt her figure to attract men by dressing in sexy clothing and exposing much more skin while Arunima always wore modest and conservative attire on purpose to show modesty to others.

Despite all these differences, I could still recognize that the middle age woman who dress sexy was our former maid, Arunima.

My eyes widened as I looked closer at where she was coming from. She was coming from Reddy Garu’s house.

Millions of questions instantly rushed through my mind as my blood raced through my veins. Why was my former maid walking out of Reddy Garu’s house alone? Why would she be wearing such revealing clothes? She should know that Reddy Garu is a perverted old man. What did she do there? Did she have sex with him?

I couldn’t stand it anymore so I quickly approached her and spoke in an angry tone.

“Arunima?!” I said loudly enough for her to hear. “What are you doing here?”

Arunima froze for a moment, but then when she heard my voice, her face went white with shock. It seemed that Arunima was trying to avoid seeing us.

“Hello Memsaab..! I…. err… uhh.. hello..” she stuttered. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably while she stared in wide-eyed amazement at the two of us.

“What did you do at Reddy Garu’s house wearing that skimpy outfit?!” I asked in an accusing manner while looking into her eyes with coldness.

She was so stunned with confused that she didn’t say anything in return for a few seconds before she finally managed to speak.

“Uhhh… nothing Memsaab…” She answered weakly and fearfully.

“I thought you already working for someone else as a housekeeper…” I replied while raising my voice a little louder than usual because my anger got worse, “… but apparently you were working for Reddy Garu as a HOOKER?”

My question caused her whole body to shiver again. But she nodded with her mouth open wide in horror. And I could tell that she was struggling to even talk right now.

I was livid with rage at that point thinking about how she willingly walked away from our home, leaving our family behind just so that she can make some extra money by selling her body to Reddy Garu’s lustful perverted desires.

The woman who took care of us with utmost respect and love had been reduced from an honest housemaid into a prostitute to a disgusting old man who was old enough to be her father’s age!

My blood boiled hot inside of me and it felt like I would burst if I didn’t say anything right by then, So I screamed out loud and angrily. “You should be ashamed! Now tell me honestly… Is he also the one who told you to resign from me?!”

I could see tears forming at the corner of Arunima’s eyes, but she still answered in a very low trembling voice: “Ye… Yes, Memsaab…” Arunima said while looking down in shame.

My eyes went wide in surprise upon hearing her answer. My mind struggled to process what my former maid had just told me. So Reddy Garu paid her to stop working for me. Did this mean that all along, Reddy Garu was planning to make me home alone by myself so that no one would interrupt him when he wanted to sexually harass me?

I became instantly furious again and yelled at her loudly in anger and disgust, “You’re such a WHORE!! You sold yourself to that dirty old pervert to earn extra money?! So that he can continue to harass me without anyone interrupting…”

She immediately dropped both her hands on her side and bent forward to kneel on the ground while crying with remorse. Her long dark hair was falling down over her shoulders now.

“I’m so sorry Memsaab!.” She pleaded between sobs. “I am sorry! I am so sorry…”

“Get out of my sight you SLUT!! ” I shouted furiously while turning around and walking away from her without even bothering to look back and just stared straight ahead as I left the place.

“Come, Rishi! We are leaving!” I called out to my son.

My son looked at me with fear in his eyes. I can understand why. My son was used to seeing me as a sweet, gentle, and smiling mother. I have never yelled or raised my voice against him before, especially not in front of another person, even if that other person is a total stranger.

But my anger was too intense by that point that I couldn’t control it anymore. It felt like boiling oil had been poured into my stomach and it was bursting out of me.

Unfortunately, my son had to witness the worst part of me. And there was nothing more terrifying to a son than a mother who gets enraged and becomes a raging ball of fury!

So my son followed me obediently after he saw how angry I had become. And then we quickly went home with my son not even asking me what had happened. He probably wouldn’t dare either.

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That night, I told my husband everything that had happened in the afternoon, my encounter with Arunima. It felt like it took hours for me to finish telling him everything because of all the anger and pain that came up inside of me while speaking.

When I finished talking, my husband kept silent for a few moments as he contemplated whether he should say something or not. He was looking into space as if deep in thought.

“Arunima is a very good woman..” He finally said. “We have known her for years. When she started working here as your housemaid.”

But suddenly, Badri’s expression changed to an angry look as he continued, “That man Reddy Garu has always been a perverted old man…”

“Hmmm… yes…” I agreed with Badri. “He is a lecherous old creep.”

Badri put his arm around me and pulled me close to him, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He turned his face toward mine as if he wanted to speak but then hesitated.

“But I never have thought that she would sell herself to earn extra money,” He said in a tired and tender voice, “I am so sorry.”

I was touched that my husband was concerned about this and I hugged him tightly.

However, I just couldn’t tell my husband the truth. He didn’t need to know that it was Reddy Garu who paid Arunima to leave our employment so that he can continue to sexually harass me without anyone interrupting him.

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After this incident with Arunima, a couple of times during the following days, I found Reddy Garu was still trying to come to visit me alone at home. But each time, the front door always got locked and I heard him trying to bang on the door repeatedly in frustration.

But I never responded. Eventually, he gave up and left without getting anywhere.

Suddenly, one day, out of nowhere, there were no more knocks on our door. I found it strange. Maybe Reddy Garu no longer has any need to see me again anymore because his sexual desires were sated by Arunima’s body, perhaps? Or maybe he decided that it wasn’t worth visiting someone who didn’t respond anyway…

Either way, I was glad that Reddy Garu didn’t disturb me anymore. Hopefully, we wouldn’t bump into each other ever again… Forever…

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Unfortunately, forever didn’t last more than a day.

One night, my husband got home from work, and he told us that Reddy Garu’s wife, Mynah, had been hospitalized due to a heart attack for a while now already.

“Oh…” I gasped in shock upon hearing that news. “Is Reddy Garu also at the hospital right now?” I asked.

My husband nodded as he said: “Yes. He was staying with her all the time while she was in the hospital.” He sighed heavily.

I nodded silently at what my husband just said. I didn’t know whether I should be happy or sad about it.

I felt bad for the poor woman too who must have suffered so much pain and suffering to have a perverted husband like Reddy Garu around. But on the other hand, I felt so relieved because I knew this meant that Reddy Garu couldn’t bother me anymore.

“We need to visit them at the hospital..” My husband added.

I looked at him with a concerned expression, as I didn’t really want to go there and met Reddy Garu, considering how perverted old man Reddy Garu was. But I couldn’t tell my husband about my thoughts of not wanting to meet this disgusting old man.

“Something’s wrong?” My husband suddenly spoke up as he noticed something strange in my facial expressions.

I shook my head nervously before replying: “No… nothing… It’s just that…”

“What?.” He asked softly.

I immediately became even more nervous at the fact that my husband was now seeing through me! I tried to calm myself down and need to find an excuse that came out easily out of my mouth, without any hesitation.

“… when will we ever have time to visit them?.” I lied quickly without missing a beat, hoping that my husband would accept it as truth.

He thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. He knew that he was always working at his petrol station business, 7 days a week from morning until very late at night as we don’t have enough funds to hire more staff for the shop yet.

Then he took a deep breath while exhaling loudly from exhaustion while he looked into space as if thinking about how to solve the problem at hand.

“How did you go with your sister, Aparna?” I asked him in order to change the subject. But I also genuinely wanted to know if Badri already told his sister about our plan to employ her husband at our shop and have her family move in with us. “Have you talked to her already?”

“I just called her today.” He answered while glancing away for a moment.

“And?…” I pressed on.

Badri looked back at me and gave me a gentle smile. “She said she’ll get back to me soon. She needs to talk to her husband, Kishore first, and then she’ll decide if she wants to join us or not.”

I smiled at him but still a little worriedly.

“So we can’t rely on her reply right now to take care of the store while we’re gone visiting Mynah Garu at the hospital?” I asked.

Badri slowly shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

I nodded slowly as well and sighed with relief as I was a little hesitant to go there and meet with the old pervert Reddy Garu again after what had happened between us.

“Just a moment!…” My husband suddenly exclaimed as he grabbed his cell phone that he had left on the table.

“What’s the matter?” I asked while narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

He pointed his finger to his lips as he asked me to wait just a few seconds and then he stepped into our living room. I could see him walk around while talking on the phone.

After about 15 minutes, he came back to where I was standing in the kitchen area.

“Done…,” Badri informed me while smiling. “We can go and visit Myrna Garu at the hospital tomorrow morning.” He said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

I was shocked when I heard that news.

“Really?!” I gasped in surprise, “What about the store?”

“I already arranged with one of my workers to take over in the morning…” he answered. “That way, I can come to go to work in the afternoon and go with you to the hospital in the morning.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday… isn’t it?” I wondered if this would be possible as Saturday the petrol station usually busy with a lot of customers.

He just nodded quietly. “Yes, it is.”

“The shop is usually busy on weekends right…” I said in an attempt to persuade him into changing his mind. “So is it alright if you have to come so late in the afternoon…?”

Badri put his arm around my shoulders again, pulled me close to him, and looked at me with a tender loving gaze. His hands softly squeezed my shoulder. He looked so adoringly into my eyes that I couldn’t help but feel butterflies inside my stomach!

I stared back into his eyes. I couldn’t believe how sweet and tender his expression was looking at me like that.

“It’s alright…” He said. “Only for a day.”

I didn’t know what to say anymore. Because if it was up to me, I wanted him to continue taking care of our business instead.

But, considering that Mynah Garu was critically ill already, perhaps this was best that we tried to give her some support by visiting her as a good neighbor should do.

“Alright…” I said reluctantly. “… Then let’s visit her at the hospital.”

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The following day, It was really nice being able to see my husband’s smiling face when I woke up in the morning for the first time in so long.

“Morning darling..” I greeted happily.

He smiled and kissed me on the lips as he replied: “Good Morning..!”

I quickly got up from bed and went straight to the kitchen. I wanted to start cooking breakfast soon for Badri my husband as it was very rare that he was still at home by the time I woke up. And now, I felt like I want to cook something special just for him today.

After spending our morning together as a family while we ate lunch, just the three of us, my husband Badri, and my son Rishi before leaving for the hospital.

My son preferred playing with his friends while we left to visit Reddy and Mynah Garu at the hospital.

I made sure to dress in my most modest conservative clothes before heading out with my husband.

But then… I caught my husband looking at me without blinking! As if he was seeing something in me that no one else would ever be able to see or notice!

“What?” I asked in a shy voice as I blushed under his gaze, “Is my appearance not fitting enough? Am I too ugly today?”

Badri shrugged. “No… you’re… you’re so beautiful, Preeti Pandu!” He smiled sincerely as he said that. “The most beautiful woman in the world!”

I was overwhelmed by his compliment! I hadn’t expected this kind of response from him. I felt myself blushing again from more butterflies in my stomach.

“Hahaha… you’re not so bad yourself” I giggled awkwardly at that as I almost jumped on my husband to hug him tightly while saying: “Ahhhhh! Emandi! You are so sweet you know that! Thank you!”

I hugged Badri tight for a few seconds and then pulled back slightly as I gazed into his warm eyes again. His gaze was so strong and bold and smoldering hot at the same time!

And my heart skipped a beat! I realized that he must have noticed how nervous I was feeling and I was blushing too!

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Preeti Pandu!” he whispered softly in my ears as he opened the passenger door and held it open for me to get inside the car.

What a romantic gesture… I smiled to myself as I slipped into the seat, even though I felt shaky from being so close to my handsome husband!

He closed the door after me and walked around to the driver’s side before getting in. He started the car and turned the key to turn on the ignition.

We drove off from home and headed towards the hospital. The road wasn’t that long. It only took us about 15 minutes to reach the hospital.

While we were driving slowly, I took advantage of holding my husband’s hand and caressing it lightly. I couldn’t help but feel how his strong hands trembled ever so slightly when I touched them.

I bit my lip before looking back at him. “I’m so happy to see you this morning…” I said in a soft voice, “It’s been a while since we were able to spend time together like this.”

“Yes.. yes it is…” Badri nodded shyly.

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze before I let go of his hand so he could park the car in the parking area right outside the hospital.

I took some deep breaths while smiling happily as we walked handing hands approaching the entrance of the hospital.

Mynah Garu was currently already out of the intensive care unit (ICU) because the nurse at the reception told us that her condition became stable.

When my husband and I met them, Reddy Garu played the concerned husband for the most part. He talked mostly with my husband, who kept saying how sorry he felt about her sudden illness. But when my husband was not looking, I could tell that Reddy Garu would always make some kind of suggestive gaze or smile toward me!

I stayed by his wife’s bedside throughout the entire visit and she was sleeping the whole time while being attached to various tubes coming from a medical machine around her body. Her face looked pale white caused by the continuous medication she had to take to maintain a stable heartbeat and keep her alive.

As we bid goodbye to Reddy Garu to finish our visit, he asked my husband.

“Would your wife be able to stay behind for maybe 15 to 30 minutes so that I can change my wife’s clothes?” he continued after taking a deep breath. “The nurses here are always running late and I want to make sure she gets clean clothes… Feel free to say no though.”

I turned my head quickly back to see my husband’s reaction, but how could we say ‘no’ to such a request?

My husband glanced back at me nervously. I knew my husband well enough to notice that even though he didn’t mind to offer a helping help, it was not up to him at all! It was up to me if I wanted to agree or disagree to help Reddy Garu.

I quickly turned back toward Mynah Garu before looking back at Badri and was about to refuse as politely as possible to let him know that it was my decision to make! And I just didn’t feel comfortable staying here anymore.

But before I got the chance to say anything, Reddy Garu spoke again.

“Great!!! Thank you very much!” He exclaimed enthusiastically as he shook my husband’s hand vigorously and led him to the door.

I couldn’t believe how he could manipulate the situation so easily!

Reddy Garu took me and my husband by surprise. He must have noticed how uncomfortable I was and was about to refuse to help him, in order to avoid any awkwardness between us. So he jumped right before I could say anything and made it so it looked like I was agreed to help him!

How cunning of him! I thought as I watched him shaking my husband’s hand with disappointment and embarrassment for him.

And then I turned toward Mynah Garu. As if I had suddenly realized that she wasn’t looking good, she was covered by a blanket and her eyes were closed and I could only see a bit of her left arm through the blanket.

I reached out with both my hands toward her and touched her cold skin that felt so fragile, yet very warm. Then I started to slowly unbutton Mynah’s gowns.

“No need to change her.”

I was taken by surprise when I heard Reddy’s voice, whispered softly into my ears, close to me from behind. I immediately froze as I tried to keep my gaze locked onto Mynah’s sleeping face. His hands started gently yet sexually stroking my arms while his head pressed and kissed my shoulder blades!

Even though I wore a long sleeve kameez, still my body shivered at the touch of his hands on my arm. Then it really hit me hard when I suddenly realized that he had both me and my husband for a fool!

How could we be so stupid as to not see it coming? Why didn’t I think of this? He didn’t need me to stay longer to change his wife’s clothes!

He didn’t need me to stay longer to change his wife’s clothes! He just wanted my husband to be out of sight so he could take advantage of me.

“Don’t worry about her… She’s in deep sleep.” He whispered even more excitedly and I felt him rub his erect penis against my butt intimately!

I kept shaking my head furiously! Trying to get rid of this harassment that Reddy Garu was trying to force upon me. But before I could do anything to protest, he started pawing at my sensitive big breasts from behind over the modest kameez I was wearing.

I was still trembling from his sexual advances. Not because of fear, but because I started to feel arose as he started kissing me and sucking on my neck so sensually. His tongue was actually licking the sensitive area right under the necklace I was wearing!

“Reddy Garu! Someone could walk in.” I stammered out in a muffled voice through my own mouth, as my defense mechanism to escape from the situation I was in. Although it came off sounding pathetic instead.

“No one is here… no one… and I locked the door.” He whispered hotly between kisses as he pulled my dupatta down exposing my back and bare shoulders.

My heart began to beat faster as Reddy Garu started to undo my kameez to reveal my smooth silky white skin. I was breathing very heavily now as he continued his sensual kiss on my neck while touching me in places that made my body tremble!

Reddy Garu spun me around so that I faced him. My eyes widened in horror at the realization of standing close directly in front of him with only my salwar and bra on! I found it so embarrassing!

I could see on his old perverted face, that his eyes were burning with desire as his hungry mouth opened wide as he licked his lips. Reddy Garu’s hand pulled me towards himself again until my big breasts were pressed firmly up against his upper wide torso.

“Let go! please…” I pleaded.

But all he did was locked my lips together with a passionate kiss! And then he forced his fat rough tongue inside my mouth while using both hands to maul my huge melons roughly.

“You’re just too beautiful, Preeti!” He said as he continued kissing me sensually.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. A man, an ugly old man like him, who was older than even my father, who was not even my husband, was forcing himself on kissing me down the throat as if he owned me! How could a man be so cheap as to do that to another woman? I wondered.

But despite my anger, Reddy Garu’s tongue was touching places that made me wetter faster every second! In fact, his kiss was not to show any love or affection for me. It was more on the line of devouring me and making me his possession.

I realized it quickly when I felt myself getting aroused from being kissed by him.

I was out of breath when I finally broke free from Reddy Garu’s strong kiss, I have never been kissed this wild before in my life. Badri’s kisses were always gentle sweet loving kisses, they are nice and pleasant but nothing like this!

I could only pant as I tried desperately to regain control of myself as if someone just dunked my head underwater.

Reddy Garu took advantage of my disoriented state to take off my modest laced bra and throw it on top of my kameez as he kissed my neck again.

My big melons bounced freely and exposed their magnificent shape clearly right in front of Reddy Garu’s greedy eyes as he began to lick my breasts sensually.

He had no right to even see them let alone lick them. He was not even my husband. I wanted to slap him at that moment! He was a dirty perverted old man who got his pleasure from humiliating and disgusting me!

“I knew you would have big pink nipples.” Reddy Garu muttered as he softly brushed his rough fat tongue against my nipple and went straight toward the lower part of my areola to start nibbling it while licking my entire breast sensually.

I moaned as his tongue continued its hot passionate assault on my sensitive area! My knees became weak and wobbly as Reddy Garu played with my tits so sensually.

“They’re very sexy.” He whispered while sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, “Don’t you think?”

“Ooh Please… please aah stop!” I gasped out as I put both my hands on his shoulder and pushed myself away from him. I started shaking uncontrollably, I was so embarrassed but I felt all warm inside. My breathing was heavy, I couldn’t stop moaning when he continued his hot passionate assault on me.

“You like me licking your breasts, don’t you Preeti?” He spoke up again while pinching the tip of my erect and throbbing nipple so that I twitched in response.

I couldn’t answer him, not because I was too afraid to speak or anything. It was more because I was overpowered by my hot and warm sensation.

I felt my crotch grow hotter by the second and became wetter with every passing moment. My face turned beet red and my mind clouded with lust as I became aroused by him touching my sensitive body.

“Show me how wet your pussy is now..!” Reddy Garu murmured as he took a firm grasp of the tie rope of my Salwar pants and pulled it down forcefully. My cotton white panties which were already soaked and wet immediately revealed themselves to his lecherous eyes!

“Please… No…” I begged him as he reached the hemline of my panties with his hand.

He then looked up at me with a sly grin on his face as if he was challenging me to stop him from taking off my panties.

I grabbed the front waistband of my panties with both hands to keep them from falling down. My breathing was quite heavy by this time. Reddy Garu smirked at my effort to cover up my pussy from being exposed.

“No… don’t…” I almost cried out as I struggled to keep my panties on.

With a sudden tug of his hands, he forced my hands away from my waistband and pulled my panties down revealing my bare pussy and mound.

“There we go…” He said in a smug voice as he looked upon my beautiful pink slit which was glistening wet with juices.

My pussy lips were puffy and swollen! My sensitive clit was standing up as if it was begging for attention!

I quickly covered my pussy with both my hands in the vain hope that he would not be able to see my private area. But Reddy Garu swiftly grabbed both of my hands that were covering my pussy.

He then looked up at me again as if he was putting up another challenge to me. He wanted to know how much I was willing to put up an effort to cover up my body parts from him.

And I swore that I had done my best to cover my private part from him. I swore I put up my best effort, not to show him my modesty that I only let my husband see.

But Reddy Garu just smirked at me as if he looked down at me thinking what a joke my effort was, trying to cover up my body parts from him. And that he enjoyed watching me struggle like a fool.

And with one hard tug, his hands easily removed my hands that were covering my wet and panty-less pussy! So that he could see the last piece of my modesty being stripped away from me!

I closed my eyes at that moment as to the shame and humiliation of exposing myself to someone other than my husband for the first time. It made me feel sick with anxiety and disgust.

“You don’t have to be ashamed Preeti…” Reddy Garu whispered as his hot breath brushed across the wet skin of my naked pussy lips, “I told you before that you’re beautiful, and you have a beautiful pussy too…” He added with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Please Reddy Garu… Please do not…” I said fearfully with my eyes still tightly shut.

“I love a woman who cares about themselves… you know… women with trimmed pubic hair and juicy pussy lips are the best.” He whispered in my ear seductively as he cupped my cheeks firmly and opened my eyes so that I was looking straight into his eyes.

I shook my head right and left indicating ‘no’ and telling him not to do anything bad to me or take advantage of me! But he ignored me and continued to spread my legs apart further exposing more of my wet pinky love hole to the air!

I kept on shaking my head violently but he paid no attention at all! Instead, he produced his middle fat finger and jammed it inside my vagina roughly. I involuntarily let out another pathetic squeal of pain at the same time as I felt the tip of his fat finger touching my clitoris on top.

It only took one single finger inside before I felt an intense burning sensation deep inside my pussy that made it feel very warm inside.

“Yes!” He grunted, “Your pussy is so tight..!” He exclaimed rubbing his fingers expertly against each other inside. It was causing me to cry even louder in shame and despair.

My breathing was growing heavier with every passing moment as I was getting completely lost in Reddy Garu’s hot passionate assault on my body.

He worked his fingers inside me very roughly as if he was trying to fuck me hard with his big fat index finger. For some reason, the pleasure was way too extreme, especially since I had never had anyone else touch my love hole in my entire life, ever!

“Oooh… oooh… oooh…” I kept on mumbling, moaning, and whimpering as I started feeling the unbearable pleasure slowly build up from my deepest parts. It felt like my whole body would melt from the intense sensation I was experiencing.

I had to muffle my moans by covering my mouth with both my hands! He knew exactly what he was doing to me! And I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing my moans!

And he kept on working his fat fingers inside me as if he was twisting and turning them inside me at high speeds until my vagina got so lubricated that they were able to slip in easily and the sensation turned incredibly pleasurable for me.

I felt a pressure building up inside my loins as my inner walls became so saturated with moisture due to Reddy Garu’s intense assault on my pussy. Then it hit me with the realization that something was about to come out from deep inside me soon.

Oh no! I panicked. My fears grew stronger as I realized I was just about to start having an unwanted climax from being sexually harassed by this dirty old man! I tried to stop him at all costs but he just laughed at me.

“I wanna see you squirt Preeti…” He stated arrogantly as he watched me panic, “I wanna see you cum all over my big fat finger…”

I rolled my eyes up as I was about to give up completely on this inescapable situation I was stuck in. And surrendered me to his lust and passion, letting it wash away the worries and concerns that were consuming me at this moment.

That’s when he began to rub my clitoris very strongly with the tip of his fingers while my hands covered my mouth. The pleasure was intensifying, and the heat was spreading deep into my core. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I needed to release this unbearable heat that was building up deep inside me.

Reddy Garu saw my helplessness and knew he finally had control over me. He felt like a beast triumphing over a helpless little creature. He enjoyed seeing me struggle so hard to maintain control over myself.

I gave in to my sudden desire to experience this unwanted climax, but then…

“Hey, why is this door locked?” A woman’s voice suddenly called out through the door previously locked by Reddy Garu.

We both froze instantly as we heard the unfamiliar voice call out from outside of the room. I looked at Reddy Garu, he just looked back at me and grinned widely. At the same time, he quickly took out his fingers from my now throbbing pussy before standing up and turning his face towards the locked door.

And I stood there freezing in my birthday suit like a perverted idiot with both my arms covering my pussy, and my legs shaking uncontrollably!

And then suddenly the door was unlocked and swung open wide for us to see a female nurse walk in dressed in her white uniform. And she stood there frozen for some time with a shocked expression on her pretty face.

I tried to explain but it came off sounding lame and unconvincing as I said:

“I am here visiting Mynah…” I mumbled hesitantly.

“Madam! You have to leave immediately,” The nurse said coldly, pointing toward the door as if she was scolding a naughty little girl.

It was the most humiliating moment of my life! It was surreal for me to be naked in front of an audience of two people at the same time! I quickly tried to get dressed as fast as I could, trying to cover myself up with my hands as I tried to grab both my bra and my panties.

But Reddy Garu placed himself in front of me and blocked my hands from getting them in place!

“I take these with me.” Reddy Garu spoke up as he took my lacy bra and my cotton white panties from my hands. I froze like a statue as I saw him place them in his pocket!

“If you ever need these back… you know where to find me.” Reddy Garu said with his smirk still plastered on his face as he looked up at my confused expression with a wink of his eye.

I really didn’t know what to say or do at that time. I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to give my underwear back to me but all I got was a sly grin and a smug smirk from him.

“You have to leave now Mam!” The nurse shouted at me again. “Leave before we call security!”

My eyes were filled with tears as I looked at the nurse standing there. I tried to say something but couldn’t find the words to express my helplessness. The nurse looked back at me with a stern look in her eyes. It was clear that she didn’t even care how Reddy Garu treated me!

“One last time Madam!… Get out of here NOW!” She repeated firmly this time.

So I just nodded silently and quickly picked up and put on my kameez salwar and dupatta without any underwear underneath. And left the room with my head down, while making sure not to make eye contact with the nurse. I was feeling like an absolute loser, very embarrassed and humiliated.

I never felt so uncomfortable in all my life as I stopped by the door of the hospital corridor while covering myself with my dupatta. I looked around in hoping nobody noticed what had happened earlier between myself and Reddy Garu.

Then I heard the nurse slam the door of the room shut and lock it once more behind me. And I instantly heard the sound of kisses and moans coming from inside as soon as the door was locked again.

My heart sank deep down in my chest at the realization of what has actually occurred. I quickly walked away from that room as I didn’t even want to know what Reddy Garu was going to do with that nurse who came in. I only wanted to forget everything as fast as possible.

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I ran down the hallway to reach the lobby as soon as possible. And there my husband, Badri was waiting with a surprised expression on his face upon seeing me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me concerned, “What happened to you? You look very upset.”

I just shook my head in silence, trying to fight back the tears welling up in my eyes, as he looked at me with his warm loving eyes.

“Nothing… I’m fine.” I said as I tried to pull myself together as gave him a tight hug.

“You’re crying.” He said concerningly.

“I’ll tell you later…” I replied as I wiped my tears away with the palm of my hand, trying to make sure nobody would see me like this.

“Let’s go home now…” I said quietly as I hugged him tightly and started to walk away from the hospital.

I felt Badri hold my hands gently as we continued walking out of the hospital and headed for the car parked outside.

In the first few minutes drove home in complete silence as I wasn’t sure if I should tell him what had just happened to me. I wasn’t even sure if my husband noticed anything that happened to me inside that room!

And I took a glance at my husband’s face as I felt relieved when he was looking straight forward and driving, giving me a clue that he wasn’t paying attention to what happened to me. But I wonder though, did he know that even though I still wore the same modest salwar kameez and dupatta from earlier, I was completely naked under my clothes? Did he also know that Reddy Garu was the one who had taken my underwear? and Reddy Garu did something really nasty and perverted to me where he touched me roughly inside my vagina with his fat fingers? It almost made me have an unwanted orgasm from it!

I was feeling ashamed and embarrassed about everything that had just occurred. My mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts about what I just experienced in that room where a dirty old man touched me so intensely with his fingers. And I couldn’t even shake off this burning hot sensation between my thighs as I felt the wetness forming there due to the extreme pleasure I experienced deep down.

Once again, I took another quick peek at my husband who was just staring ahead into the street, driving. This time I did it more obviously so that he would notice.

He noticed instantly as he looked back at me, his warm smile growing wider as I smiled shyly back at him. And then he placed his arm on my arm and gave me a comforting squeeze as we continued to drive.

“You seem very worried about something?” He asked me while keeping his eyes on the road.

“It’s nothing,” I answered him casually and kept quiet for some time until I decided to break the ice.

“I’m just wondering if you were able not to work for the rest of the day today?” I asked him.

Badri suddenly looked at me with a raised eyebrow as if he didn’t understand what I was asking him.

“I wish I could my love, but I am afraid it is not possible.” He said with a sad frown on his face.

I nodded silently as I felt guilty as I know he tried to provide a good life for his family. And he sacrificed a lot to keep our family going.

He dropped me off in front of our house, saying he had to go back to work. He then gave me a peck on the cheek before he left me standing in the street by myself. I waved him goodbye with a smile on my face as I watched his car drive away towards our petrol station shop where he works.

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The moment I got inside our home, I rushed straight to my bathroom ensuite and locked myself inside the bathroom. Once there, I finally started to cry as I was feeling extremely overwhelmed by what had just transpired earlier in the afternoon.

After I let go of all of the emotional pain that was pent up inside my heart, I felt how it was so shameful, and humiliating! I was feeling very humiliated and embarrassed after Reddy Garu touched me so intimately with his fingers. I actually came close to having an unwanted orgasm, and it was all thanks to his dirty old man perverted fingers.

And that’s when I suddenly realized that I still had these hot burning sensations deep inside my pussy. My pussy was throbbing violently at the mere memory of him touching me like that. It made me feel embarrassed and ashamed again.

I tried to reason with myself telling me that I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But I couldn’t help myself. I looked down between my legs and saw wetness forming on the crotch of my clothes. I looked up at the ceiling above me and thought of having a cold shower which usually makes me feel better and clears my mind. So I did as I thought and quickly took off my clothes before stepping into the shower.

I stood under the powerful stream of water for a few minutes when these emotional pains came over me again. I started sobbing and wailing while trying to scrub every inch of myself clean to rid myself of the sticky sensation between my thighs. But for some reason, I still feel some sticky and disgusting stuff left on my skin which I don’t even want to think about it or acknowledge it.

After a while, I finally felt I had gotten rid of everything, and rinsed my hair with the water jet spray from the shower head. I stepped out of the shower and started drying myself with a towel I wrapped around my body.

Then I dressed up in comfortable but modest clothes just like usual, not forgetting the underwear as well. And then I walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to busy myself with chores for the entire afternoon, taking care of the house and cooking dinner as well.

Still, I couldn’t believe that this burning hot sensation was still there. I tried very hard not to think too much about it, but I failed and kept wondering what was wrong with me. Why am I feeling like this? I never had such strange sensations before until today. That constant throbbing was still making me feel restless and uncomfortable.

After realizing that it was a losing battle, I decided to leave the cooking preparation of dinner and went back to my room upstairs. I locked the door and took off my sharara pants. After that, I looked down at my moist panties which were completely soaked in my own juices.

I removed them and threw them on my bed before sitting down at the edge of my bed. As I sat down with my legs splayed wide open.

I looked at my moist pussy and felt the tingling sensation deep within my vaginal walls. I was feeling butterflies swarming in my tummy and the burning heat of excitement filling my body with an urgent need for release!

I knew I could no longer hold back and I slowly lowered my hands down and rubbed the wetness of my pussy all over my inner thighs as I glanced downwards at my little clit covered in its own little hood. The pink flesh of my clit was standing out against my already swollen lips and pulsing rhythmically as a result of my constant throbbing.

“Oooh…” I moaned softly when I felt something jolt deep inside me, sending shock waves throughout my entire body.

My legs grew weak after that. I looked up to the ceiling, gasping heavily. I never thought that my clitoris would be so sensitive. It feels like it is going to explode and made me orgasm every time I touched it with my fingers.

The throbbing between my thighs was really intense now as my heart conflicted with itself.

This is just wrong! It’s absolutely wrong! I said to myself. I didn’t want to masturbate as I have never done one before and it was still a taboo thing in our Indian culture. But I also desperately wanted to reach a climax so badly.

I looked again towards my pinky-clitoris and once more saw the throbbing, sensitive flesh pulsing rapidly now. I moaned softly as I placed my index finger on my clit and moved it around in circles.

“Ooooh… Oh god oh god!” I let out a whimper as I heard the rhythmic sound of my finger fucking my clit.

To hell with this taboo, I needed to cum right away, or else I was going to go nuts!

I raised my hips slightly upwards while I ran my other hand down my inner thigh towards my dripping wet pussy. My other hand was rubbing and massaging my clitoris all over which I noticed had become extremely hard and erect, pulsating wildly and thrusting itself against my fingers.

Within seconds, I could feel I was getting close to orgasm. The constant throbbing of my clitoris and the sensitivity of my nerves was becoming unbearable. My breathing became shallow and erratic, and then suddenly like an exploding bomb, I released all of that pressure by releasing a thunderous moan that echoed loudly throughout the room.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

I moaned loudly and deeply with such force and intensity that I almost couldn’t bear it myself, my body quivering all over from the overwhelming pleasure that filled my entire being.

I screamed and moaned continuously as I squirted uncontrollably all over my fingers and the bed sheets beneath me as if I was a fountain of feminine ejaculation!

And it just kept coming and coming as my vagina spasmed intensely with every throb that shot out of my clit! I felt such incredible pleasure that I don’t know how long I could keep going.

My whole body tensed up and shook violently like an earthquake as my muscles contracted and twitched spasmodically. I felt so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it made me completely lose control of my senses.

I panted loudly, my breathing became short and ragged and each time I breathed in, there were short quick gasps of air leaving my mouth, and every time I breathed out, I gasped for another deep breath to refill my lungs again.

And once the last tingling feeling went away, I finally regained some of my senses. I realized I had a serious case of morality, and the feeling of guilt began to fill me up even worse than before. I should never have allowed myself to do this in the first place, I have never masturbated before in my life, and I never thought about it in my 19 years of marriage with Badri. But look at me now! One masturbation and I just came all over the bed sheets after having an explosive orgasm for the first time in my life!

This guilty but sexually satisfied feeling only made the shame and guilt grow and grow inside me as I lay flat on my back on the bed in an awkward position. Soon quickly faded away as my eyes began to drift off into sleep. I felt tired and completely relaxed, totally drained of energy. And at that very moment, I closed my eyes and drifted off into the most profound and satisfying slumber that I could ever remember experiencing in my life.

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I woke up abruptly to the banging sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door. I sat upright instantly with a startle. I looked around with a sudden fright as everything was dark. I was completely disoriented and felt like I was lost in a foreign land somewhere deep within India’s jungles.

It took me a while for my senses to return back again and I frantically looked towards the doorway of my room.

The banging on the door repeated itself yet again which startled me awake.

I jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bedroom door and grabbed the doorknob as I tried to open it slowly, looking through the small gap between the door and the wall.

I couldn’t see very well, so I opened the door wider carefully with my eyes still fixated on the hallway until I could make out who was standing outside.

I saw my son standing outside our door with a shocked expression on his face. His eyes were wide and he seemed surprised by my sudden appearance as he took a step backward away from the door. He turned his head away with embarrassment on his face before saying something under his breath in a shy tone.

“Amma, you’re… you’re… you’re naked!!” He said with a blush as he looked at my naked lower body which was not covered by anything.

I quickly hid behind the door and started blushing red right away, ashamed at what had just happened earlier that day.

“I’m sorry…” I blushed softly as I moved my hand downwards and covered myself with my hand. “I fell asleep in my bed, that’s why I am… that’s why I am…” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

My son just stood there for a moment looking at me while I was trying my best to hide from him.

And then I heard my son let out a heavy sigh, while he finally broke his silence in this awkward moment.

“Ehmmm… Amma… What’s for dinner…?” He asked as he rubbed his forehead.

I breathed deeply in the realization I stopped in the middle of preparing food, just to masturbate, with the intention to continue cooking afterward. But I ended up so exhausted from the pleasure that I fell asleep without preparing anything else for dinner.

“I didn’t prepare anything to eat yet… I will have to get ready now…” I stuttered in embarrassment as I stepped back and closed the door.

I rushed and grabbed my sharara pants and pulled them up on my body. I went down to the kitchen and to started making dinner.

As I went about cooking my dinner, I noticed my son was with someone else, a girl that looked to be around his age. Beautiful too. It was quite a surprise for me since my son never brought a girl home to meet me or his father. The thought suddenly crossed my mind that I had seen this girl somewhere before but I couldn’t remember where it was.

“Who’s your friend Rishi?” I said as I greeted her with a smile. She seemed pretty shy as well, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Oh, that’s… ah… Kainna. She’s from school…” My son replied while glancing at her shyly.

I glanced at my son and then at the girl standing beside him. She seemed to be really young and very innocent. A few strands of long black hair were dangling down her cheeks and she had deep brown eyes. Very beautiful. She wore a pair of thick-framed glasses and appeared to be an ordinary student type.

“You seem very familiar Kainna. Have we met before?” I asked in a soft voice, trying to get her attention and hold her gaze toward me.

Kainna looked up at me for a brief moment and stared me straight in the eyes.

“Yes, Aunty…” She said in a trembling voice. “I’m Sabah’s daughter…”

I could immediately recall that face and voice.

“Oh! You’re Kainna!” I gasped in realization. I know her mother, Sabah, very well. She and I used to go to the nursing course together many years ago when I was still single. She and her family also live close to our neighborhood too.

“You must have grown so much since I last saw you…” I said with a smile. Kainna is now 18 years old now, an adult. But she was still just as adorable as ever with her childlike innocence. I could not help but give her a big warm hug right there.

I could tell she was very happy with my reaction as her eyes lit up with a bright smile.

I pulled myself away from her and continued cooking dinner.

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My husband, Badri came home later than usual. I guess that was because he had to take half a day off this morning to go visit Mynah and Reddy Garu at the hospital. He returned home quite exhausted from work but happy to be back home to his family.

“I am home!” Badri said as he came rushing into the house. He quickly kissed me on the cheek and smiled even though his eyes showed how tired he was.

I looked back at his handsome face filled with exhaustion before I gave him a quick peck on his lips.

“I am glad you are home, Emandi.” I said.

“I wish I was always around…” My husband said with a tired yet happy smile.

His hand warmly grabbed mine and squeezed it tightly. I could feel that soft sensation between my fingers. It was such a simple thing, but somehow it made my heart melt right then and there which sent tingles of delight through my whole body instantly.

“Come!…,” I told him while pulling on his hand to lead him upstairs towards our bedroom. “I’ll make you happy tonight…” I whispered into his ear as I nibbled softly on his neck.

Badri’s sleepy expression immediately turned darker red like the color of a ripened tomato, as he playfully pushed me away from him. I knew that he was very tired, But I had this itchiness that only he could scratch.

So I wasn’t going to give up. I kissed him again, harder this time to show him that I wanted him more than anything in the world.

“Don’t worry my love,” I purred as I broke out of the kiss and licked my lower lip, savoring the taste of his sweet saliva on my tongue. At the same time, my hand rubbed his crotch area through his pants.

“Let me give you the ride of your life… I am sure you will be happy tonight…” I whispered once more as I let my hand linger in his trousers for a moment longer before finally pulling it away.

I could see his dark expression and resistance gradually fading away from his face as I slowly led him upstairs into our room.

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I didn’t know what was coming at me that night. I already experienced a mind-blowing orgasm this afternoon from my very first masturbation session ever. Now I was eager to experience something much more intense and memorable than that. And there was no one else that I could possibly love to share this moment with other than my husband, Badri.

As soon as I closed the bedroom door behind me, I spun Badri around and locked his warm lips onto mine in a hot passionate make-out. My tongue pushed hard into his mouth to explore each other’s taste buds on top of each other’s tongues. It felt so amazing that I couldn’t help myself from moaning softly with each thrust of our tongues against one another.

“You must be really tired…” I said between heavy breaths.

“Mmmm… I am…” My husband replied in a deep voice filled with desire.

I quickly unbuttoned Badri’s shirt and get it off of his body. He wore only a plain white cotton t-shirt underneath, which soon off his shoulders as well. His chest looked smooth and broad, and there were those sexy and defined muscle lines along his pectoral muscles too. It was just perfect for me to enjoy while giving my husband a good long sloppy kiss.

“Mmmmmm… I love your muscular body!” I cooed as I continue to kiss him passionately with our tongues playing around inside our mouths together.

Soon I grabbed his belt buckle and quickly unbuckled it. I opened the button on his jeans and quickly slipped my hands down to his boxers. I get down on my knees and began to pull down both my husband’s pants and boxers, letting them fall on the floor right in front of us.

I stared at his beautiful big manhood for a moment with my eyes wide open in admiration. This magnificent tool, even though not in its full glory yet, was already a very appetizing sight.

I looked up to see my husband’s handsome face looking back at me with a look that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were half-closed and his lips slightly parted in an expectation that he wanted to be pleased by me.

I reach out and took hold of my husband’s thick cock in my hands, squeezing and massaging it slowly like a soft pillow. It felt so smooth and warm to the touch, filling my palm up completely with its texture. I began to move my hand up and down lightly as I continue to stare at my husband’s handsome face with a dreamy expression.

“It’s so big…” I whispered to myself quietly before standing up straight.

“Are you ready?” I asked as I gave Badri a quick kiss on his mouth to show my gratitude for his patience.

“I’m yours, Preeti Pandu…” He replied with a lustful tone. “As always…”

I slowly pushed Badri onto the bed on his back. I could tell how hot and sweaty he was after coming from work, and I wasn’t about to let that go to waste. So I quickly moved off the bed and grabbed a condom from the nearby drawer. Then I crawled between his legs and looked directly into his eyes. I didn’t even take my eyes off him as I put my lips and tongue right on his tip, tasting all the precum and manly juices that made his cockhead wet and sticky.

His cock was so hard now, and I could feel it throbs on my lips as I wrapped it with my hands. I took it right into my mouth and licked all the pre-cum off of it while stroking the shaft with my hand. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking gently on his tip as I used my hand to stroke his cock up and down.

My husband moaned softly as I pleasured him with my mouth and hands. I opened my lips wide around him to give my husband a nice blowjob. I love doing that for my husband, it’s my favorite thing to do for him.

“I’m going to make you cum… I’m going to make you cum real hard…” I said as I rip open the wrapper of the condom. I threw the package away and used my mouth to wrap the condom right on his hard cock. I then watched as his cock got harder and thicker when the condom stretched over him. It almost looks like he got bigger in size from the bulge under the condom too.

“I think that looks sexy…” I purred as I turned my eyes to stare at the shiny rubber-like package. “It’s so white and shiny on your dick…”

“Mmmm… You are very beautiful Preeti Pandu…” My husband moaned deeply as I used my fingers to roll the condom down his long shaft.

I spread some lube on the tip of my finger and inserted it inside the condom, making sure he was well-lubricated and ready for me. I looked directly into my husband’s eyes once more as I began to circle my wet fingers around his hard shaft. I gave his cock a few gentle strokes and watched his body react to every slight movement of my hand.

“You look like a toy to me… I can’t wait any longer!” I whispered to him while pulling my hand away.

I then undone the rope band of my Sharara pants, took it off, and threw it on the floor next to the bed. I didn’t wear any panties tonight. I knew my husband was going to be in for a treat tonight, so I wasn’t shy at all to show my naked pussy for him to see.

“You like what you see?” I asked with a naughty smile.

“I’m not blind! You’ve always been one of my favorite fantasies ever since we first started dating!” Badri replied with a lustful voice.

I then climbed atop my husband’s big strong body as he lay flat on the bed. His cock was right in front of my love tunnel and I knew what I wanted to do with it.

“I want to taste you, Emandi… I want to have you deep inside of me…” I purred as I moved my hips over his cock head.

Badri moaned softly as he watched me slowly grind forward and back on his throbbing manhood. My pussy lips were already wet with juices because of my arousal as I brought myself up and closer and closer to the tip of my husband’s huge tool. I looked at Badri’s face and saw that his mouth was open wide in anticipation of my next move.

“Are you ready Emandi?” I asked him while staring right into his eyes.

“Yes!” He replied quickly, making me giggle. “Do it, Preeti Pandu! Put it inside of me…”

I slowly began to lower my body onto my husband’s hard cock head, it felt so incredibly hot and silky smooth against my inside. His cockhead pushed deep inside of my hot tight love tunnel, stretching my cunt walls apart in an instant.

I bit down on my lower lip as I completely lowered myself down on his pole. I looked at Badri with a look full of lust. He looked back into my eyes with a look of pure bliss and passion on his face. I could tell that he really enjoyed the feeling of my tight snatch wrapped tightly around his thick member.

I let out a slow moan as my hips started to move up and down my husband’s dick. His hands grabbed both of my hips while he bucked his pelvis upwards to meet each and every stroke of mine. It felt amazing as I gradually increased my pace to pound my pussy harder and faster on his thick dick.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I ground against him faster and faster. My hands played with my tits and I sucked in my lower lip, biting it as I fucked him relentlessly.

I didn’t make love tonight but literally fucked him like an animal in heat. I pushed my pussy against his cock with such force that the pleasure from the friction alone almost made me scream aloud.

My breasts swung and jiggled all over the place as I banged my clit repeatedly against my husband’s rigid shaft. Every time I came down, I would push my pussy back up against him again and again. My ass and hips were slapping loudly against his muscular legs with each thrust of my hips.

I could feel the bed creaking under our combined weight and I knew my husband was enjoying this rough and passionate fucking immensely. But most importantly, I was loving it too!

“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Badri gasped loudly after a few minutes of hard pounding.

“What?…” I opened my eyes and looked down at my husband with surprise. “Already?!”

“Yes! I’m going to cum now! Preeti Pandu… I am going to cum deep inside of you…” he replied with a hoarse voice while panting rapidly.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes yet since we started fucking and he already went completely soft. He never lasted this fast before! He must have been really excited tonight…

Unfortunately, I am not even halfway done with my own orgasm just yet. So I paced up grinding against my husband in the hope that it would finish me off. But unfortunately, it didn’t work like it used to anymore.

Maybe my husband was too tired from working hard that his stamina was greatly diminished and his cock wouldn’t get hard any longer. Whatever the case may be, it wasn’t working out for me tonight.

So I stopped moving my hips and collapsed on top of my husband’s chest. I laid on him with my sweaty naked body on top of his sweaty naked body, with his cock still stuck deep inside of my love tunnel. I could feel his heavy breathing on my cheek and enjoyed the moment as he fell asleep underneath me.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep as well. But I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully because this burning sensation continued to linger deep inside my pussy. It was so raw and intense that I felt the urge to do something to fix it.

I felt so disappointed by this unexpected turn of events. I wanted to have orgasms from sex with my husband, not having sex with my hand. But my heart sank when I realized how badly I was being unfair to my husband. I took a deep breath to try to calm down before slowly getting up off his body.

My hair was all over my face from our intense sexual activities, I used my hands to comb them back. I walked around the bed and placed the condom in the waste basket, then went to our walked-in bathroom to wash my body.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, looking at the reflection of my beautiful face and body covered only with a small amount of sweat. It made me tingle in excitement once more. I couldn’t stand it any longer and quickly peeked back at my husband who was still sleeping peacefully on our bed. Then I closed the bathroom door and locked it in the most silent way possible.

I sat down on the toilet seat and began to grope my pussy with my fingers and finger fuck it furiously. I groped and squeezed my big sensitive breasts as well while my other hand stroked my clit. It twitched uncontrollably underneath my finger and I could tell that it was ready to explode like an atomic bomb. I felt like a bolt of lightning was coursing through my veins right now.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I started to moan loudly as I lost control of my own body and exploded into orgasm. I tried to muffle my moans as much as I could with my hand covering my mouth. But I couldn’t stop the sound of pleasure that was escaping my lips. I was making the walls of the bathroom wet with the force of my orgasm as I released gallons of juices right there and onto the floor.

I didn’t know I could have another mind-blowing orgasm after I had one this afternoon.

But this one was even bigger than the first. I came so hard and so long that my entire body quivered with the intensity of my climax. I couldn’t move for several minutes afterward too after experiencing that much ecstasy and sexual bliss.

Afterward, I pooled up my leftover energy and stood up from the toilet seat. My legs were weak from all the sexual release that I had to hold myself up on the wall.

“Oh, no…” I whispered to myself softly as I looked at the mess that I created in front of the toilet bowl. “I didn’t know I could come that hard!”

I then began to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Still, I took a towel to clean up what I had spilled on the floor. I dried myself off real quick and went back to my bedroom.