Hi friends, I am a hot Indian housewife Padmini, aged 34 years and love to expose and flirt. My husband Kumar is 38 years old. He is a simple guy and is good in bed but comes very fast and spills his cum all over me even before I get wet.
To add spice to my boring sex life, I decided to have an affair with my husband’s office boss Mr. Bhatia who was quite handsome at 52 years. He often eyed me and at the most, he had touched my bare waist and hips. He had also touched my breasts even though involuntarily.
Mr. Bhatia was a widower and thus I thought why not be his temporary wife, have pleasure and also receive gifts and money from him?
So, it was final. I told my husband, “Why don’t you call your boss tonight for drinks and dinner? It has been a long time since he has visited us.”
Kumar: Ok dear, it will be good for me as well. The yearly appraisals are on and this may work well in my favor. I shall get a bottle of champagne on the way home and you prepare or order for food.
Me: Why should we order? I shall make food myself for Bhatia Sir. He loves my cooking. Besides that, the poor man is alone. I don’t mind if he stayed with us.
Kumar: Yes, let me talk to him tonight. But I am not sure if he will accept our offer of staying with us. He may feel odd.
Me: Array, let me talk to him. He cannot say no to me. I have such charm.
Kumar: Oh God, you and your charms! Ok, let’s have breakfast, I have to rush.
Kumar left for the office after breakfast. I went to the spa for a makeover, shaving of my underarms, waxing, doing a manicure, pedicure, hair styling and also for a full body Swedish massage by young hunks at the Heavenly Spa (near my locality in New Delhi).
After spending 3 hours at the spa, I felt very relaxed, especially after the massage (details of which I shall share in another story).
I came home and started preparing dinner for my husband’s employer. After an hour, I took a shower and lied naked on the bed. I was feeling excited at the thought of Mr. Bhatia and whether we could proceed further into heavenly intercourse. I had to just wait and hope for a great evening.
My armpits and pussy were well shaved and waxed at the spa. I put cologne on my underarms, breasts, pussy and thighs. I then just slept off for some time and when I woke up, it was 7 pm.
The bell rang and I had to quickly put on a towel, revealing a great part of my boobs, cleavage, thighs, and legs. It was the person from the store who had come to deliver a bottle of Champagne. He was a young chap and he hungrily looked at my figure. I could see the bulge in his pants too.
I handed him a tip and closed the door. It was time. I had to dress up and attract my husband’s boss. I put on my rose bra and black panty, an off-white cotton saree and a plunging neckline sleeveless red blouse (it was more of a bra than a blouse, naughty me!). I did my hair, applied red lipstick, and in a short time, I was ready for the evening.
Kumar and Bhatia Sir came in by 7.30 pm. Bhatia Sir was looking a bit pale and worried. He was a big, well-built man and only the slight paunch spoiled it. Else, he was great. I offered my hand, “Sir, welcome. It has been a long time since you visited us. You have forgotten us or you don’t like us?” I said smilingly.
“No, dear Padmini. I love you guys a lot. It is the memory of my wife Priya that haunts me and keeps me worried about my loneliness and the thought of having to live like this.”
Me: Sir, please relax and have a refreshing drink first. And please forget the past. Here is an attractive young lady to charm you and give you company. No need to be worried,” and I hugged him passionately.
Bhatia sir held me firmly, his strong chest was crushing my boobs and his crotch was pressed against my vagina.
“Oh, sorry. I got carried away,” he said and sat on the sofa.
“No problem, Sir. Padmini likes you a lot,” said my husband Kumar.
Bhatia: Oh, that’s great. Padmini is a darling. Kumar, you are really lucky to have such a charming, beautiful and sexy wife like Padmini. I wish I had a wife like her
Kumar: Array sir, you can stay with us so that you can enjoy Padmini’s company and food daily.
Bhatia: No, that’s not right. I shouldn’t interfere in your lives. You are such a happy couple.
Me: No sir, I would really want that you stay with us, Kumar, please tell Sir to bring his belongings and stay with us forever.
Bhatia: Paddy darling, I wish I could do that but with so much tension both at work and with my other family members, I cannot think of moving in with you guys at least till this year-end.
Kumar opened the champagne bottle and poured it into our glasses. We raised a toast for Bhatia sir’s happiness. I went and put on some songs. The first one was “Jab koi baat bigad jayee.” I asked my husband’s boss to escort me for dancing and Bhatia sir asked my husband, “Kumar, can I dance with Padmini? I hope you don’t mind.”
“No sir, it is a pleasure and I would like her away from me for some time,” Kumar said, laughing.
I took Bhatia sir’s hand and we did a ball dance. Bhatia sir held his one hand on my left hip and the right hand on my shoulder. His fingers were feeling my bra strap. My breasts crushed against his chest and very soon, our lips locked together and we were kissing fiercely! His mouth was greedily sucking my mouth while his hand went up the hip to my blouse. His palm was on my breasts. We had totally forgotten that my husband was watching our act. Finally, he helplessly called out, “Ok, Sir. Padmini, it’s time for another round of drinks and snacks.”
I went inside the kitchen and got us fish kababs and chips. By the time we had dinner, we were fully drunk and it was almost midnight past 12.30 am. When Bhatia sir said that it was time and he should leave, I said, “No sir, I will not allow you to go at such hours. Kumar, why don’t you tell sir to stay for the night with us?”
Kumar said hesitatingly, “Yes sir, Padmini is right. It is not wise to leave now, please stay with us for the night.”
“Ok Padmini and Kumar, I shall stay for the night. But you have to promise that the next weekend, you both will come and stay with me,” Bhatia sir said.
We had another round of drinks and by the time we finished it, we were almost out drunk. I hugged my husband’s office boss.
Me: Sir, please sleep with me in my bedroom. Kumar shall sleep in the guest room.
Bhatia: Oh, that’s lovely to sleep with you, Padmini. But I am sure that your husband won’t like that.
Me: No sir, forget him. He can manage. I had slept with his cousin brothers too while he was sleeping in the guest room. He doesn’t mind at all or should I say, he cannot do anything about it?
Bhatia: Great. Ok Kumar, good night. Wish me a nice time with your wife Padmini.
Kumar (drunk): Goo..d..nig..ht sir..Have..a gre..at night..
I led Bhatia sir into our bedroom and locked the door. Bhatia sir immediately hugged me and started smooching me all over. He was kissing my lips, mouth, neck, cleavage, breasts and armpits.
“Oh Padmini darling, you sexy bitch. Please take me to heaven tonight, darling..”
“Oh you, Bhatia darling. Padmini is yours, you just have to eat her,” I whispered in his ears. “Make me nude, darling,” I said excitedly and my husband’s boss unrobed my saree and took off my blouse, and threw them away.
Now I was standing in a bikini and my nipples were pointed toward Bhatia sir. I wanted him to suck, and bite my nipples the whole night. He then unhooked my bra and I was just in my panties.
“Padmini darling, I have a fantasy. I want you to sit naked on my face so that I can lick and suck your pussy and drink your pee.”
“Ok sir, why not?” I said and took off my panty. I undressed him and soon, he was bare-naked with his 9-inch tool. I had recently seen a clip of a soap massage where the masseur escorted the customer by holding his tool. I did the same thing. The minute I grabbed my husband’s boss’s dick, he moaned, “Oh Padmini, you sexy bitch. You are my slut.”
I said, “Bhatia Maalik, main aapki rakhel aur randi hun.” (I am your whore and slut).
I sat on his face and very soon, he was sucking my vaginal lips and making me weak and moan for more. I took some oil and poured it all over my boobs, stomach, pussy and some of it on his face. He just loved it while I started fiercely jumping on his face for at least 15 minutes before I pissed into his face and mouth! My husband’s boss thirstily drank my pee and then we reversed the position.
He sat on my face with his hard and thick dick inside my mouth. It was so long and piercing my throat. It wanted to go further inside. My mouth was burning but I was thirsty too for my husband’s boss’s dick. I loved the salty taste of his urine when he pissed into my mouth.
After that, we bathed each other for an hour and then after drying ourselves, we went to the bed and started making love. His cock was so huge (no match for my husband). He was so hungry for my body as if he had not eaten any woman for ages.
I offered my nude body to my husband’s boss to attack and plunder. He raised both my hands, licked my armpits and drank the sweat and said, “Oh darling, Padmini. Your sexy armpit is so tasty, I am so lucky.”
“Oh dear, it’s yours,” I said. “Have me, darling.”
My husband’s boss started violently pressing my breasts. He bit the nipples hard, making me squeak.
“Yes you bitch, you deserve to be eaten,” he said and within minutes, his hard dick was pounding my insides and making me beg him to fuck harder and harder.
“I am your second wife, darling. Please abuse me,” I whispered in my husband’s boss’s ear.
To be continued.