Hi, all you naughty souls out there, it’s Bhuvaneshwari Reddy, a 38-year-old married woman with a couple of kids and a secret that could make even the most stoic of hearts race with excitement. My life was as bland as unsalted porridge until this fine specimen of a man entered my world – the watchman of our apartment complex.
Built like a Greek God with a body that screamed ‘desire’ from every inch, he caught my eye and never let it go. His name was Ramesh, and his eyes had a hunger that I couldn’t ignore, especially when my own marriage had turned as dry as the desert sands.
For days, I would play coy, throwing him glances that were as subtle as a sledgehammer, making sure my ample D-cup breasts swayed just right under my blouses. I knew he was watching me, and the idea of his eyes on my body was like a sweet, forbidden fruit I just had to taste. And oh, how I craved that taste. With my husband’s interest in me as cold as the Arctic, I had turned to my own hands for solace, slipping my fingers into my wetness and imagining it was Ramesh’s thick, manly cock inside me. But my teasing was not enough. I needed more.
One day, as the sun set, casting a warm glow over the apartment complex, I decided it was time to up the ante. I knocked on his door, my heart racing like a wild mustang. He looked surprised to see me, but I didn’t give him time to think. I stepped into his room, the scent of his musky cologne wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
“Ramesh,” I began, my voice as sweet as honey, “I know you want me, and I want you too. There’s no point in hiding it anymore.” His eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I had gone too far. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, the hunger in his gaze intensified, and before I could say another word, his strong arms were around me, pulling me into a kiss that stole the very breath from my lungs.
The watchman was rough, but not cruel, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew what he wanted. What I wanted. My hand snaked down to unbuckle his pants, and when I freed his cock, I gasped at the sight of his 8-inch monster. It was thick and veiny, the head a dark, angry red, and pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Fuck me, Ramesh,” I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper. “I need this.” He didn’t waste any time, pushing me down onto the bed and spreading my legs wide. His hands roamed over my curves, feeling every inch of my body as if he was memorizing it. He leaned down to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, and I moaned in anticipation.
He kissed his way down my body, his tongue swirling around my navel, making my stomach muscles quiver. Then, without warning, he dipped his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. “Ah!” I gasped, arching my back. The watchman chuckled against my skin, switching to the other breast. His teeth grazed my sensitive peaks, making me squirm with pleasure.
Finally, he positioned himself between my thighs, his cock poised at my entrance. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So tight and wet.” He pushed into me, inch by inch, filling me completely. I had never felt so full, so alive. He began to move, his strokes deep and slow, building a fire inside me that threatened to consume us both.
I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he claimed me. My pussy clenched around the watchman’s thick shaft, and I could feel the tension building. “Harder,” I whimpered. “Fuck me harder.” And he did. His hips slammed into mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars.
As we fucked, I couldn’t help but think of all the times I had masturbated, my fingers slipping in and out of my tight pussy, wishing it was him. Now, here he was, making all my fantasies come to life. His breath was hot on my neck, his grunts filling my ears as he pounded into me.
My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, making me scream his name. He followed shortly after, his cum spilling into me, mixing with my juices. We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies sticky with sweat. It was the most alive I had felt in years, and I knew this was just the beginning of our illicit affair.
“We can’t do this again,” I whispered, already planning the next time we would meet in secret. “It’s not right.” He kissed me, his eyes dark with passion. “We’ll be careful,” he promised. “But we both know we can’t resist each other.” And with those words, he rolled me over and began to kiss my neck again, his hands finding their way back to my breasts.
Our bodies tangled together, we found ourselves lost in a world of pleasure and passion, where the lines between right and wrong blurred into oblivion. And as we came together again and again, the only thing that mattered was the feel of his cock inside me and the sound of our mingled moans echoing through the quiet apartment complex. It was our dirty little secret, and it was more thrilling than anything I had ever experienced before.
One evening, unable to resist the siren call of desire, I decided to visit Ramesh during his night shift. The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft light over the parking lot where his tiny room was nestled. I approached his door, my heart pounding like a drum. He opened the door, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the way my sari clung to my curves. “What are you doing here, Bhuvaneshwari?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
“I need you,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to stroke his chest. “I can’t wait anymore.” He didn’t say a word, his expression speaking volumes as he pulled me inside and closed the door. His room was simple, but it was clean, and the only thing that mattered was the bed in the corner, which was calling out to us like a beacon.
Without wasting any time, I let my sari fall to the floor, revealing my lacy lingerie. My pussy was already wet with anticipation, and I could feel my clit pulsing with need. Ramesh’s eyes took in my voluptuous body, lingering on the swell of my breasts and the slight curve of my stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands reaching out to cup my ass. “So perfect.”
I leaned into his touch, my breath coming in short gasps. The watchman kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. His hands found their way to my breasts, his thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples. “Please,” I begged, “I need it.” He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye, and pushed me onto the bed.
This time, there was no gentle exploration, no tender kisses. We were animals, driven by a hunger that could not be sated. He ripped my panties off, exposing my shaved pussy to the cool night air. “So wet,” he murmured, his finger sliding through my folds. “So ready for me.” And then he was on me, his cock pressing against my opening, demanding entry.
He didn’t bother with foreplay, instead plunging into me with one swift motion that made me cry out. He was relentless, his hips pistoning into me, filling me completely. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, and I could feel my orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon.
“Yes,” I moaned, my hips rising to meet him. “Harder, Ramesh. Fuck me harder.” His only response was to increase his pace, his balls slapping against my ass with each deep plunge. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and desperate cries.
My climax hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing around his cock. He grunted, his own release imminent. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside me, his cum filling me up, marking me as his own. We lay there, our hearts racing, our bodies slick with sweat, basking in the afterglow of our illicit encounter.
“This changes nothing,” I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion. “We can’t let this happen again.” But even as I said the words, I knew they were hollow. The taste of him was still on my lips, the feel of him still inside me.
Ramesh rolled over, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You know we will,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “We can’t fight this.”
I nodded, unable to deny the truth. Our bodies were drawn to each other like magnets, and no amount of guilt or societal norms could change that. We had crossed a line, and there was no going back.
Thank you all.