My name is Karthik, and I am from Karnataka but currently staying in Bengaluru. The story I am sharing is about three months old.
I am 6 feet 2 inches tall, with an average body. I love playing badminton and sports. I have a 7-inch dick and 3-inch girth. I lost my virginity with my first girlfriend when I was 21; now I am 26. I stay in a one-bedroom apartment with a small kitchen.
The heroine of the story is Asha, who is a maid and works at two different places other than my place. She is 43 years old and has three children; her husband works as a driver for a rich family, so most of the time he is out of town or traveling.
She got married when she was 19 and is a 10th-pass. She speaks Hindi and knows a little Kannada, but as she has been in Bengaluru for the past 15 years, she can cook both south and north Indian food very well.
Asha looks like an average woman; she always wears a sari and doesn’t expose herself. Her stats are 34-32-34.
I have known her for the past two years, but I had no attraction or intentions until three months ago. Recently, I had a breakup with my girlfriend as she had pressure from her home to marry a guy from the same caste. It’s been two months since I had sex, and I’ve been craving it and satisfying myself with masturbation every day.
One day, it was Saturday, and it was raining heavily. As it was raining, Asha came to my home completely wet. I could see her sari was stuck to her whole body; her body looked like a Bollywood actress’s. The sari and bra had become a little transparent, and I could see a red bra inside the blouse. It turned me on instantly, and I got hard.
As I usually sit in the hall on my sofa, I can see the kitchen directly. As I was hard, I was adjusting myself so she wouldn’t be able to see my dick. But since she was so wet, she asked me for a towel. As I was about to give her the towel, I got up from the sofa, and my semi-erected dick was poking my night pants.
Later, she said she saw it and was enjoying the view until I gave her the towel. It was awkward and frightening for me, as I thought she could tell or think bad about me. But she didn’t say anything.
As she was wet, I was very attracted to her, and that day I decided that at any cost, I would seduce and fuck her.
As she started cooking, I was continually looking at her and thinking about how I could go and just fuck her hard. But I controlled myself. And after cooking, she cleaned the living room. I was sitting on my sofa, but sadly, her cleavage was not visible. However, I was enjoying her back and ass.
After she left, I was thinking about her wet body and masturbated three times that same day.
From that day onwards, she became more friendly, and she started to share personal and other stuff with me. She caught me many times staring at her and her boobs. But she just smiled and didn’t say anything. And as she was feeling free, she started to dress a little carelessly. So sometimes, I used to get a chance to peek at her boobs while she was cleaning. And I used to see the side part whenever she was cooking.
The same thing went on while, day by day, I was becoming more desperate and desperate to sleep with her.
As I am a good cook, I thought of teaching her so that she could make anything. One Sunday, she came at 11 am. That day, I thought I could teach her to cook proper Pav Bhaji, and I could make more physical touches. As the kitchen is small, it hardly fits two people. The kitchen is small and L-shaped; I initially asked her to cut the vegetables, and while doing that, I held her hand and, as an act of cutting, showed her how to cut. I could see her breath getting heavier and longer. And at the same time, I was staring at her boobs; she caught me but didn’t say anything. While acting like cooking, I was brushing my hands against her boobs, ass, and her waist.
Her breaths were getting heavier and heavier; I again deliberately touched her boobs with my ankles. But she didn’t say anything and kept working. And she saw my semi-erect dick. I apologized to her, and she said, “It’s okay, bhaiyya… it happens at this age,” and smiled back and said:
Asha: I am too old for you, and you can get anyone.
I said to her, “I can get anyone, but you look like 25… and you look too young for your age.”
I also thought that I had a chance to fuck her. After that day, we became very good friends. And we used to share jokes and eventually non-veg jokes as well.
We became great friends. And sometimes, we started to watch movies and order online whenever her family members were busy.
After she opened up about her marriage and how her husband used to treat her and fuck her only for the sake of it, she shared about how she used to get satisfied herself.
We started to share more about each other.
One day, she came and told me, “I have a surprise for you.”
Me: What? (excited)
Asha: I will tell you, but I need something in return.
Me: Tell me the surprise, and you can ask me; if it’s good, I will give you whatever you want.
Asha: It is a curvy woman for you, and she wants to bed with you.
I got happy and asked her who she was.
Asha: Wait; first, in return, I need one month of extra salary.
Me: If she is good, I will give you two months of extra salary.
Her name was Swathi, a working woman. And she was the owner of the other home Asha worked at. Her husband used to live in the USA. He was 45 and she was 38 with no kids. I will share the story another time.
As time went on, I started complementing Asha and gave small gifts whenever I was going out. And I eventually started giving more hints to her that I was interested in her by staring at her continuously; instead of scolding me back, she just used to give a smile.
It was Friday; Asha arranged a night at Swathi’s home. And I spent a happy night and slept there naked. As I had a holiday on Saturday, and Asha had the other keys, I slept for more hours. In the morning, Swathi left for her job, and I was sleeping with a hard morning wood.
I don’t know when Asha entered; she was cleaning Swathi’s bedroom and saw my hard wood. I was obviously in deep sleep. And she was continuously staring at my dick and got aroused. She started to touch my dick and saw my response. I didn’t react as I was in deep sleep. As she got more confidence, she touched my dick with her lips. And she started to suck it. As I was feeling a tingling in my body, I got up, and saw Asha was sucking me; I opened my half-eye, and I didn’t react. I let her suck.
She started sucking vigorously, but I acted like I was asleep. And I came in her mouth after 15 minutes.
My cum splashed inside her mouth and lips; she drank it and cleaned me and left.
Due to the heavy jerk, I was tired and slept again. I woke up after an hour; she was still there, as she had to lock the home. I went sleepy in the hall; I could see her boobs more exposed, and her nipples were poking out. I was staring at her boobs, and I looked into her face. And she wickedly smiled at me and jokingly asked:
Asha: How was the surprise?
Me: Ask mam, or do you want to see?
Asha: What do you mean?
Me: I and Swathi recorded our last night on camera.
As Asha is like my friend, I showed her our recording, and she again got turned on. And I acted like I mistakenly brushed her boobs.
As it was getting late for her, we left Swathi’s home, and I told her to take leave for the day.
And the full day, I was getting the scene of Asha sucking me hard; I masturbated four times.
Then, I finally decided that I would fuck her, as I had 100% confidence of bedding her.
I planned to have raw and hardcore sex, so I brought some fragrant oil and lotions.
The next day, as it was Sunday, I woke up late and hard. I could hear Asha cleaning utensils in the kitchen. I went with my hard dick and hugged her from behind.
(The story will continue in the next part)
Soon, I will share the next part of the story about how I fucked Asha hardcore and later had a threesome with the help of Swathi and Asha.
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