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My name is Yusuf. I am 42 years old and drive for Ramesh, a respected businessman in town. He is a good man—fair, honest, and always pays on time. His wife, Minu, is the lead character of my story.
Not that she’s a bad person; she’s just different. Quiet, shy, always modestly dressed, her eyes rarely meet mine. She carries herself with grace that speaks of discipline and restraint.
I’ve been working for them for over eight years now. In the last few years, Minu has hardly spoken more than a few sentences to me. My boss lives there with his wife, elderly parents, and another lady caring for his parents.
After three years of marriage, my boss frequently travels abroad or across the country for business purposes. About six months ago, he asked me to stay at their home to support his wife and family. To ensure they could manage their commitments.
I agreed and arranged a small semi-storage room on the top floor. I organised my gym gear and personal belongings to settle in comfortably. Alongside me, there’s a household cleaner – a cook and a gardener, both of whom leave by evening.
The family arranged for my meals, delivered by the kitchen staff. My boss trusts me to respect him and his family. As part of my routine, I drive my boss’s wife, Madam, and his parents to the temple on Saturdays. With my boss often away, I’ve become more integrated into their daily lives.
After my morning workouts, I frequently find Madam in the kitchen. She experiments with new recipes or chatted with the cook. I enjoy those moments—her laughter, focus, and playful teasing. Madam’s beauty is striking, but her vibrant spirit captivates me.
During our drives, I glance at her lingering in the rearview mirror a bit longer. Our weekend trips to the temple have become a ritual. I ensure her comfort as we navigate the bustling streets of Kolkata. While she radiates pride when surrounded by family, I sense a deeper loneliness when we return home.
I often see her sitting alone on the balcony, gazing at the city, lost in thought. She’s stunning, with a voluptuous figure that’s hard to ignore. But there’s a sadness in her eyes that speaks of her solitude. I want to be there for her, to bridge that gap.
Minu had been married to Ramesh for four years but had no child yet. They were devout, strict in their faith, and loyal to each other. Or at least that’s what it looked like from the outside.
But over time, I sensed something unsaid between them, something simmering beneath the surface. Ramesh travelled a lot for business. He’d be gone for days, sometimes weeks. While he was away, I often drove Minu to the temple or the market. Her face always showed the same restraint.
But behind those eyes, there was something else. A craving. A hunger she couldn’t seem to tame. But recently, something about her has changed. I started to notice little things. The way her eyes, usually so controlled, seemed to carry an unspoken longing.
Her movements became restless, as though something deep inside her was stirring. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she was just tired, or perhaps something was bothering her that she didn’t want to share. She started wearing tight blouses, ones that clung to her massive boobs.
Sometimes, in the heat of Kolkata, the fabric is so thin I can see the outline of her nipples poking through. It’s like she’s tempting me without realising it—or maybe she does. Either way, it makes my dick hard every time I see her.
I can’t stop fantasising about those boobs.
Those hips, her perfectly round ass jiggling as she walks. She’s a vision, a woman who needs to be taken, owned, and ravished. I realised what it was one afternoon, purely by accident. One day, Ramesh was in a rush, barely noticing how annoyed his wife seemed.
Later in the evening, he sent me home to get some important papers. I drove back to the house, eager to glimpse her, maybe even more. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. Maybe everybody was sleeping. Since I had a spare key, I entered, but no one was sitting in the hall.
Her bedroom was closed. I figured she might have gone out. But as I walked through the hallway, I noticed something strange. The bathroom door was slightly open. And that’s when I saw her. In the dimly lit bathroom, Minu stood by the mirror.
But what caught my eye wasn’t just her presence. It was what she was doing. Her body was tense, her face flushed with a mixture of guilt and pleasure.
She held a brinjal in her hand, using it in ways I had only imagined in the privacy of my thoughts. She was putting in and out that brinjal inside her pussy.
Her soft gasps filled the small space, her entire body trembling with a need I had never seen from her before. She hadn’t noticed me. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. I knew I should turn away, leave the house quietly, and pretend nothing had happened. But I couldn’t move.
There was something raw and real in that moment—something hidden beneath the surface for so long. It was now bursting through in a wave of pure desire.
I left the house without the file. I couldn’t face her, not after what I had seen. I called my boss to call Madam and give me the file.
I had lied to him that I had forgotten the key. He scolded me for forgetting the key and called her. After 15 minutes, she came out with the file. Over the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about Minu. The way her hands moved, the way her body reacted.
She was longing for something more than she was getting. Ramesh, for all his virtues, seemed oblivious to his wife’s needs. He was always busy and focused on his work, leaving Minu alone to fight her growing desires. I knew she was too loyal and shy to talk to him about it.
It was clear to me that she had never mentioned her cravings to Ramesh and never told him how much she needed him physically. She was too religious and too strict in her way. It must have felt like a sin to admit those desires to her.
But her body was betraying her.
The more she tried to suppress it, the more her need grew. I started to watch her more closely. There was a hunger in her eyes, something desperate, like a fish out of water, gasping for breath. Every time I drove her somewhere, I could feel the tension radiating off her.
She was suffering, craving intimacy in a way that I knew all too well. After around one week, Ramesh again called me from the office. He told me to go home to get some important papers signed by Minu. I drove back to the house and rang the doorbell, but no one answered.
The music was blasting from her bedroom, so I figured she couldn’t hear me.
I let myself in—after all, I had the key—and went inside. That’s when I saw the bathroom door slightly open, steam pouring out as the water ran. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside the bathroom.
What I saw made my heart race. Minu was in the shower, completely naked, her voluptuous body glistening with soap and water. She was magnificent. Her boobs were large and full, with nipples that were hardening as I watched. Her stomach was soft, her navel deep.
Her pussy was bare, clean-shaven, just a smooth line leading to paradise. I couldn’t believe my luck. There she was, the woman I had fantasised about for so long, standing right in front of me in all her naked glory. She didn’t notice me at first, too lost in her routine, until I opened the door wider.
Her eyes went wide in shock, and she gasped. “What are you doing here?” she stammered, covering herself as best as she could with her hands. But her body was trembling, her breath heavy. She wasn’t just scared—she was aroused.
“I need some signatures for the boss,” I said.
My eyes raked over her body, lingering on her boobs, her hips, her perfectly shaved pussy. She could see the lust in my eyes, and I could see the conflict in hers—part fear, part something else. “Get out! You rascal,” she finally managed to say, but her voice was shaky, her body betraying her.
I could see her nipples hardening even more, her legs trembling. I left the bathroom and sat in her bedroom. But the image of her naked body was burned into my mind. She was wrapped in a towel when she came out a few minutes later.
Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, water droplets running down her thighs.
The towel barely covered her boobs and ass. The sight of her in such a vulnerable state made my cock throb. As she signed the papers, her eyes kept flicking to the bulge in my pants.
She could see how hard I was, and I could see the way her breathing quickened.
She was turned on, no matter how much she tried to hide it. When she handed me the signed papers, her fingers brushed against mine. I saw a flicker of something in her eyes—desire, need, and lust.
“Thank you, madam,” I said, my voice dripping with lust. “If you need anything else, you can call me.” She didn’t say a word and stared at me momentarily before turning away. Her body was tense with the weight of what had just happened. But I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t the end.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And one day, soon, I’d have her.
I left the house, my mind racing with thoughts of what I would do to her the next time I had the chance. I could still smell the soap on her skin, still feel the heat of her body in the air around me.
It was only a matter of time before she gave in to the desire building between us. When she did, I would be ready. Ready to take her, to claim her, to fuck her senseless and make her forget all about her useless husband. As I was about to leave the house, something unexpected held me back.
I snuck towards the backyard. There, through a small gap in the window, I saw something that took my breath away. Madam was sitting in front of her giant mirror, draped in nothing but a towel. Slowly, she unwrapped it, letting it fall to the floor. For the first time, I saw her completely nude.
My heart raced, my breath hitched, and before I knew it, I unzipped my pants.
She wasn’t just standing there—she was crying, maybe because she was shy. Her hands covered her face as sobs wrecked her body. But then, something happened that I never could have imagined.
Madam’s tears faded, her breathing slowed, and she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands slipped down her body, and she spread her thighs wide, beginning to caress her clitoris softly. Her hands trembled slightly over her clit, and then she reached for the drawer by her bedside.
She pulled out a slender, elegant object symbolising her hidden desire. My heart raced. She looked at the dildo in her hand for a second, as if weighing her options, before closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Slowly, she began running the dildo along her skin.
The soft tip traced her thigh and upward toward her pussy, making her body shudder. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My throat tightened, and I felt my pulse throb in a way I’d never experienced before. Her every move was mesmerising.
It was as if she was savouring the feeling of something she had denied herself for far too long. It wasn’t lustful. It was as if she was rediscovering herself, connecting with a part of her that had been buried beneath her loneliness.
My jaw dropped, but not just because of the physical sight in front of me. It was the sheer vulnerability, the raw emotion she displayed. She was no longer the untouchable. She was a woman craving affection, love, and the warmth of human connection.
My chest tightened with a mix of admiration and yearning. I had never seen her this way, so open, so exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping. She gently massaged herself with the toy, her body responding to every delicate stroke.
I could feel my breath hitch as I watched her body react. Her fingers curled around the sheets for support. She was beautiful—more than I had ever imagined. The way her skin glowed, her body arching slightly with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss—it was overwhelming.
There was no vulgarity in what she was doing. It was the most intimate display of her desires and needs. She had already aroused me. I took out my 9-inch dick from my pant and started stroking myself harder, faster, keeping pace with her rhythm.
At that moment, I didn’t just desire her. I wanted to be the one to give her what she craved. Hold her close, kiss away her loneliness, and make her feel cherished. My heart ached, not just with physical longing but with a deep emotional connection.
As her hand moved faster, a soft moan escaped her lips. Her soft moans only fueled my growing desire. I start stroking harder and faster. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I released with a powerful surge on the wall in front of me.
I felt like I had never cum that hard before. My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, panting. Madam’s body, too, was trembling—her round boobs jiggled, her ass cheeks quivered as her orgasm took hold of her. She was moaning loudly, clearly lost in the same ecstasy I had just felt.
When she finally opened her eyes, she looked shyly into the mirror, catching her breath. But just as I was about to savour the last of that moment, my phone rang. I cursed under my breath as the sound startled her. She turned towards the window and saw me—our eyes met.
There was panic in hers. All I could do was flash her a naughty smile before quickly leaving the yard and heading to the boss’s office. For days after our incident, Madam didn’t show herself. She stopped going out to the temple and market. I could feel her presence inside the house, but she avoided me entirely.
But that didn’t stop me from thinking about her—every detail of her nude body made me more attached to her. I masturbated relentlessly, thinking about her, reliving that moment over and over. Whether it was in the public restroom, the staff urinal, or even while parked in the car, I couldn’t stop myself.
After my stay there, I found out that my confident nature and carefree attitude immediately grabbed her attention. Unlike my gentle and introverted boss, I am wild and playful, with an aura of effortless masculinity. I now sense Madam, whose marriage to my boss was dull and lacked excitement.
There’s an instant spark when our eyes meet. I ease around her, combined with my adventurous spirit, draws her in. I think my nature is the thrill she’s been missing. My flirtatious nature is like a magnet to Madam. As I spend more time in their house, Madam finds herself naturally drawn to me.
After about three weeks, Madam still hadn’t spoken to me. One day, when the boss was heading to work, he forgot his watch in the bedroom. He was already settled in the car. He told me to bring the watch from the room. Sensing an opportunity to see her again finally, I went to fetch it for him.
I rushed inside and found Madam sitting on the couch, wearing a thin, transparent nightie. The sight of her took my breath away once again. She looked shocked when she saw me. Madam got up, her nightie clinging to her curvy body.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I could see her ample boobs through the transparent nightie. “You… what… what do you want?” she stammered, her voice shaky. Without hesitation, I approach her and push her against the wall. My hands moved over her body.
She tried to resist, but I pressed my hardness against her groin, causing her to let out a panicked cry. “You know what I want, Madam,” I replied, a smirk on my face. Just then, my boss called from outside, asking for the watch. I leave her in a flurry of movement, and she bends to pick up the watch.
As she bent down to pick up the watch, my gaze locked on her jiggling ass.
I couldn’t resist. I stepped closer and pressed my hard length between her soft, warm ass cheeks and massaged her boobs. My cock brushed against her entrance, and she let out a soft, startled moan.
I expected her to yell at me, to scold me like she usually did, but instead, I noticed her cheeks flush red. She looked down shyly, not meeting my gaze.
My boss yelled from outside, asking what was taking so long. I quickly replied, telling him Madam was looking for the watch.
“Oh,” She gasped. Before she could stand up, I grabbed her waist and pulled her back against me. Half of my cock slipped between her huge ass cheeks. The sensation was overwhelming. I started cumming in my pants right there. Madam quickly pushed me away, turning around with a fiery look in her eyes.
“What nonsense! Do you know what you’re doing? I’ll tell your boss!” she yelled, slapping me hard across the face.
I didn’t back down. “Go ahead, tell him. But I’ll tell him about you too, about how you’ve been trying to seduce me. I have already seen mole over your boobs and pussy with triangular trimmed hair.”
Her eyes widened in panic. “No. What the hell are you saying?”
The boss shouted from the car, telling me to hurry up. I grabbed the watch from her trembling hands and left, driving the boss to his office while thoughts of Madam’s body swirled in my mind. She was not facing me now.
Two days later, the boss needed Madam’s laptop. He sent me back to the house to bring it. My cock twitched in anticipation at the thought of seeing her again.
I drove swiftly to my boss’s residence. My mind was swirling with anticipation about what would happen today with my boss’s wife.
The maid opened the door with her usual indifferent expression. I headed straight towards Madam’s bedroom. I had entered before but never in such a tense situation. Without knocking, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Madam was seated at her dressing table.
Her delicate fingers adjusted her earrings as she admired herself in the mirror.
The moment she saw my reflection, she sprang up from the chair. She was draped in a thin, transparent yellow-coloured saree, and her sleeveless blouse clung to her curves.
The sight of her immediately sent a rush of heat through my body. Her eyes widened, and with a rude tone. “What do you want?” she snapped. I kept my composure, though the sight of her flustered face made it hard to focus. “The laptop,” I said, “Boss wants it urgently.”
Madam’s expression changed instantly. Her face turned pale, almost horrified, as if the mention of the laptop had triggered something deeper. “Oh no…” she murmured under her breath, her voice trembling. “What happened, Madam?” I asked, genuinely confused by her sudden panic.
She avoided my gaze, fidgeting slightly as her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. Her big eyes were filled with shyness, but there was something more—something she was hiding. I stepped closer, my curiosity piqued. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
Madam’s voice wavered as she explained, “I applied mehendi to both my hands… it’s wet. I can’t use them.” I glanced at her hands, noticing the intricate henna designs glistening under the soft light. “That’s fine,” I replied, “I can take the laptop myself. Just tell me where it is.”
“It’s in the almirah,” she said quickly, but when I went to open it, I found it locked. I turned back to her. She was sweating, even though the room was air-conditioned.
“The key, Madam. Where’s the key?” I asked, trying to stay patient despite the tension in the air.
Madam’s eyes widened even more, her breath quickening as she stammered, “No…”
I furrowed my brow. “What’s going on? Where’s the key, Madam?” She hesitated, biting her lip as her eyes darted around the room. Finally, in a trembling, almost inaudible voice, she said, “I… I can’t use my hands to get it.”
“Fine,” I said, trying to stay calm, “Just tell me where it is.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper, her entire body tensing with embarrassment. “It’s… it’s in my blouse.”
For a moment, the room fell into complete silence. I stood there, stunned, my mind racing as the meaning of her words sank in. My heart pounded, and my body reacted instantly.
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