Shy Indian housewife turned into sex slave

Hi, this is Merg, and yes, it’s a made-up name. This is one true unexpected story that happened in my life. I wish to share with all those people who enjoy hearing sex stories. Coming to the storyline.

I am a 24-year-old male who is a medical graduate. I was on the verge of completing my course. I stayed in Coimbatore in an independent home where my cousin and a friend lived.

Our home was located near a Kindergarten. The woman whose life was changed by me and my friends usually came to the school to leave her son. As they reside far from the school, she used to wait and pick up her son. Her name was Shwetha. (Her name changed to hide her identity)

Shwetha was 30 years old, neither too slim nor too fat to be a well-built woman. Can’t tell she is a mother of one by her physique. She has quite a good body. Her shiny face and brown skin tone were most seductive.

As our house was near the school, some 2-3 parents used to sit in our car parking and take their children back. Whenever I used to come early for lunch, I used to see mature women waiting for their children.

One day I saw her. Wow, what a mesmerizing face. She usually wears salwar kameez and doesn’t expose her melons. Those priceless parts were always hidden under her dupatta. I felt how lucky her husband was to enjoy this sexy wife. Other people don’t even get to see the curves over her dress.

I wanted to start a conversation and try out if I had a chance to worship her body. One day I got a chance. I came early for lunch, and I saw she was alone. She has seen me many times. So I used the chance and called her inside as it was too hot outside.

I called her, “Sister, please come inside and don’t mind. It’s too hot there.” She replied, “ No, brother, it’s fine.”  I just asked her to come at least and have a glass of water. She thought twice, and she accepted. With sweat all over her face, she said yes.

I wanted to catch her face and remove all her sweat by licking it. I controlled myself, opened the door, and let her get in. Woah, I saw her back with minute droplets. I wished to write my name on her back, connecting the sweat drops. She was so hot.

I offered her some water and a towel. She said thanks, sat compactly and didn’t even utter a word. As the school bell rang, she thanked me and went to get her son.

The next day there were 3 ladies, including her. I had to ask all of them inside so she doesn’t feel it was different if I called her alone. So this became a practice. They all used to come inside during their waiting time.

One day I called her, “Akka, inga varingala.” (Sister, can you please come inside) to the kitchen. She has lost some hesitancy as we had lots of convos. But the most igniting part is she has never let me touch her, nor have I got the guts to touch her smooth skin.

But that day, I called her. I was preparing a brinjal dish and asked her how to cut it. She got the knife from my hand (without touching mine) and started cutting it like a pro. I imagined her holding my dick instead of the knife and was turned on.

I asked her, like a kid, to teach me. She showed me, but I pretended like I understood nothing. Then there was the first touch when she held my hands and showed me how to cut it. She was standing beside me and was holding my hand. Suddenly the pan was overheated.

When I turned the gas off, my elbow hit her soft left breast. It jumped after it got hit. The jerk she gave was more seducing when my elbow smashed her tits. I was totally on fire and couldn’t control myself. I got a big boner, easily visible over my trousers.

She got away from that. She noticed my boner and didn’t know how to react. Without looking into my eyes, she said she would leave. I was worried that this could be our last meeting. But I was overjoyed that I had some contact with her tender breasts. I could still feel the softness.

It was around 2 weeks when we met, but we had no conversation. I didn’t invite her into my house as I thought it would irritate her. On another day, I saw she was wearing a saree. She had just finished her friend’s marriage and had come here to pick up her son.

While I entered the main gate, the first thing that flashed in my eyes was her side pose. It exhibited her curves of breasts covered by her blouse. How sharp was it! I lost my senses and was staring at it. Suddenly I came back to my senses and was not sure if she had noticed that.

The more interesting thing was that she was alone. I wanted to make use of this. I turned my AC on and opened my room door to get some coolness into the hall. After 15 minutes, I opened the door and saw her scrolling her mobile phone. I called her, “Akka ulla vanthu ukkarunga.” (Sister, come inside and sit.)

She was shocked to hear my voice. Keeping her head low, she said that she was okay outside. I was standing there at the door, staring at her beauty. She came inside slowly and took the chair, and got seated. By all this time, I was enjoying some bits of her body visible through the saree.

I was sure that I was not going to waste this opportunity. I made her sit and slowly went towards her and sat near her. I asked her what the problem was and why isn’t she looking at me. She was not replying to me. I opened up without hesitation and told her it was natural to get hard in that situation.

Then she slowly looked into my eyes. It was like a great meal after starving for a lifetime. I couldn’t control it. I held her shoulders with both my hands. I could feel the shivering in her body. I said into her ears that I wanted to be with her. I lusted for her, and I kept my hands over her neck.

She removed my hands and left. Suddenly I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She was at the level of my chin and looked up at me. I told her it was not wrong and would always be between us. She was silent. I felt I was succeeding in enjoying her.

I felt like my wife was obedient to her new hubby’s words. I pulled her close and slowly kissed her forehead. Her sweat was so sweet that I couldn’t forget it till now. Tears rolled over her cheeks. I slowly lifted her chin and kissed her lips. She was getting warmer every minute I kissed her.

I felt so lucky that now I was kissing a girl enjoyed only by her husband. Then I held her hand and asked her to come into my room. There was water still in her eyes. I loved to treat her like my wife by calling her Akka (sister). After getting into my room, I couldn’t wait even for a minute.

I pushed her to the wall and pressed my body over hers. She was still shivering. I can feel it on my chest and tummy. I slowly pushed my dick over her ass. Wow, what an ass that was. I was very hard and used both hands to press her ass, and she moaned. I understood that she liked it.

I slowly got down and drank all the sweat on her back. I grasped her hip with my hands. I slowly moved my hands to those two breasts that had been playing with me all these days. They were made of flowers, so soft. I couldn’t stop pressing them. I wanted to enjoy her slowly and deeply.

I stroked over her ass slowly and could hear her moan with each stroke. I turned her towards me and looked at her. I went to her neck and kissed her with passion. I licked and kissed her neck for some 10 minutes. She was holding my head in pleasure.

I slowly removed her sari covering her cleavage and saw those rare boobs. I removed her blouse and bra while kissing her neck. When I removed her bra, she covered her tits with her hands. I held one hand and moved it above her head over the wall.

I took the other hand and placed it over my hard dick. I started to lick some milk out of her soft tits. I was licking them one after another. As I started licking it, she was starting to enjoy it. She slowly started to stroke my dick. The sound from her mouth was so seductive.

I couldn’t hold it and made myself naked and flashed my dick to her. There was a slut in her that stared at my dick. I asked her to kneel. She first resisted, but I then made her kneel. I tapped my dick over her face and slowly went to her lips. Another hand was rolling over her nipple.

She became so horny that after some time, she opened her mouth. In no time, I inserted my dick into her mouth. I could say she was not a pro at sucking them. She first choked but learnt how to do it in little time. She showed me heaven with her mouth and sucked my life out of my dick.

I laid her down in bed and went to her bottom. Slowly removed her panties. When the petticoat was on, I started to lick that juicy pussy. She stopped doing everything and stretched her body in pleasure. I understood that she had not experienced her pussy being licked before.

I asked her, “Has your husband licked your pussy, bitch?” She nodded no, and to my surprise, she held my face and pulled it between her legs. I started to lick in and around her pussy. I was licking her clitoris with my tongue and penetrating my fingers inside her.

She was screaming in pleasure and got exhausted. I slowly got up, kept my dick on the edge of her pussy, and was about to push. But she suddenly refused and moved. I told her I’d take it out and wish to cum over her face. She then kept quiet but showed some resistance while moving her legs wide.

I slowly kept my dick inside and pushed it as much as I could reach inside her. She opened her mouth, let the air out of her, and closed her eyes. Her pussy was filled with her juice and my saliva, and my dick was sliding into her pussy. I pulled it slowly and started stroking her in a missionary position.

She started biting her lips and was behaving like a slut. I started abusing her as bitch. She seemed not to hear anything but enjoyed my dick rubbing against her skin. I was about to cum after stroking for 15 minutes. As I was about to cum I asked her to suck my juice out of my dick.

She stared at my dick for some time but then started stroking my dick. I ordered her to look at my eyes while stroking. And then I cum and loaded her mouth with cum. She immediately spat out everything and looked at me innocently. I looked at her.

I cleaned her and helped her to wear her dress. I hugged her tight and told her I loved her and her body. I will always want to be in touch with her. She smiled at me and left my home. The more unexpected and interesting events happened after 1 month.

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