This is a real story about my maid and me. Her name is Chetna. She is 31 years old, slim, and dusky; not so beautiful, but can make any man hard.
My name is V. She joined my house probably a year ago. At first, when I saw her, we had a long eye contact. Nothing was wrong, but we were just curious. Days and months passed, and we started talking. I used to tease her. My family also enjoyed our banter. Everything was normal; she used to do her work, and we would talk like normal friends. We would tease each other and then she would leave. As days passed, I started to feel something. I still don’t know if it’s just about sex or if it’s real, even to this day. Although she is married and has a 7-year-old son, her husband is an alcoholic and doesn’t earn a living.
Everything was normal, and I started to give her signals. She used to enjoy them, but we didn’t get a chance to talk privately since my family was always around. One day, there was no one in my house, and Chetna also left after finishing her work. I used to call her Kaku. As it was my holiday, I was bored. So, I started masturbating, watching maid porn. I forgot to lock the door, and she just came in like a breeze and saw me masturbating. In a hurry, my phone fell behind the sofa.
We both were shocked as the phone call connected, and the wired earphone unplugged, and the sound came: “Fir mai aur meri naukrani ek sath bathroom me chudai krne lage” (Then my maid and I started having sex together in the bathroom). She felt uncomfortable, took her phone, and left.
The next day, when she came, I just said, “Plzz gharchyana nko sangal kal baddal” (Don’t tell anyone in my family about yesterday).
She didn’t say anything, and days passed; we usually didn’t talk, and I didn’t talk because of shame. And she didn’t talk because she was angry. One day, my neighbor and Kaku were talking about how today’s generation of women are not good, that they have affairs with teenagers, and all that. Days passed, and we started talking a little bit. Then one day, I said sorry for that day.
V: Sorry, Kaku, for that day.
Kaku: Thik aahe tumhi mul asech rahata koni chan bolla tr fayda uchalta (You all men are the same; if anyone talks to you nicely, you take it as a signal).
V: No, Kaku, it’s not right; it’s just about hormones.
Kaku: Thik aahe mala nko shikavu (Okay, don’t teach me).
V: Can I tell you one thing? I like you. It’s not because of that day, but I’ve liked something about you since day one.
Kaku: Mala pn tu avdhte pn tha divshi mala tuza khup rag aala (I also like you, but I’m so angry with you).
V: Sorry, Kaku (and I started crying).
Kaku: Radu nko (Don’t cry).
And she held my hand. It was so soft, and I instantly got a boner. She noticed it too, but she said, “I can’t leave my family, and this should just be a temporary relationship.”
I said, “Okay, let’s figure this out in the future, and let’s enjoy our days.”
Our so-called temporary relationship started. And I used to tease her, pinch her stomach, while taking care that no one could see us. Our relationship was good. One day, when my mother went outside to buy vegetables, and only Kaku and I were there, she came to me and hugged me. It was hot and romantic. While hugging, I took my hand towards her and started rubbing her ass. We both were in the mood, but we stopped. She started doing her work.
But I wanted some more. I grabbed her from behind and pulled her against the wall and started kissing her. It was our first kiss, and hers too. We kissed for at least 2 minutes and then separated because we heard my mother’s sound. When I asked her how it was, she said, “Khup chan vatl pahilaynda kel me kiss” (It was the best, as it was my first time).
We used to kiss like this whenever we got a chance, and we used to make out. But we both wanted to go forward. We were looking for a chance to get alone. And one day, we got that chance. My parents were out for the whole day, and she came to my house, not knowing about this. She entered the hall and then the kitchen. That’s when I grabbed her and started kissing her.
She pushed me and said, “Aai asel n” (Mother will be there).
But I didn’t listen to her, and I started kissing her again. Then she understood that no one was there in the house.
We kissed for 5 to 6 minutes, and then I unhooked her blouse; she was wearing a blue bra. We both made each other naked, and I gave her some clothes that would be torn by me. She wore them, and then, while kissing her, I tore her clothes and continued kissing her, with one hand on her boobs and the other on her ass. She was fully turned on. I gently moved my mouth from her juicy lips to her boobs and sucked her boobs for 3 to 4 minutes. She was a little bit lactating. Then, my hand went near her pussy, and I started fingering her. She was on cloud nine. Then I went down and started kissing her vertical lips. She was enjoying every second of my tongue. She had her first orgasm.
Then, she pushed me onto the sofa, and she licked every inch of my body. I was bathed in her saliva. She even licked my butt and my armpits. Then she started giving me a blowjob; she was inexperienced, and it was also my first time. She sucked my cock like it was ice cream. She sucked my dick for 10-12 minutes, and then I came in her mouth. She spat, as she hadn’t tasted cum before.
Then I took my cock and started playing and rubbing it outside her pussy. She was begging me to put that cock inside her, but I didn’t listen to her and continued playing. Suddenly, I drew my cock into her pussy; she moaned and cried. I continued fucking her gently; she was also enjoying every second. I fucked her in the missionary position and in cowgirl, and I came on her mouth; now she drank and licked every drop. We cuddled for some time, naked, and then she went to work, and I went to sleep.
As of now, our relationship is good, and we used to fuck whenever we get a chance.