Adultery Making Out With The Land Lord

[Ramdev2020]

Mr. Sharma replied calmly "Oh! You'll do a lot more than show your breasts to me. As for telling my wife, she won't believe you as nobody else has complained to her before. As you telling The Apartment President, I will tell him that you are alleging this to defame me. Then I'll sue you and your husband for defamation of character. Then he will have to quit and I'll make sure that he will not get any other job in Bangalore! So Pooja, my darling, get over here, stop talking and show me your boobs!" He laughed.

I was stunned. He had it all figured out. I wanted so much to get out of there, but I wanted my husband to get back to Bangalore as well as not loose the job. We needed the money for repayment of the flat. I sat there thinking and thinking. As I realized my situation I whispered. "If, I show you my breasts now, you'll sign the Lease agreement papers?" "Yes, immediately and your Rohit will be back with you and you can stay for few years. Now close and lock the door and get over here and show me!" I sat there with shock in my eyes. Slowly, I realized I had no choice. I am going to do it. I am going to do this for my husband whom I loved. Reluctantly I got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As I slowly walked towards him he said, "Take your blouse off". I despised him and what I was about to do and glared at him with hatred.

Mr. Sharma grinned, got up from his seat and came near me and touched my hair.

"Real nice hair," Mr. Sharma said.

His fingers slid through my hair with growing possessiveness. I was sniffling and trembling and looking down at the ground as he slid the pallu of my saree off my shoulders. I was wearing a pink blouse with floral patterns. He looked at it for a few moments.

"Looks like you got nice boobs in there, Pooja. Could I see them? Huh? I'd really like to see them."

I wept harder.

"I think that blouse would tear in pieces if I try to open it. How about you open your blouse and let me see them. huh? Come on. Open it. Just unhook the blouse for me, Pooja. Come on. Do it."

I was terrified that he'd hurt me, and my fingers moved, trembling and shaking to the hooks. I wanted to shout for help but my mouth has gone dry and no voice was coming up. My mind was flaming with humiliation and I couldn't think straight. Now all I wanted was my hubby back home and Mr. Sharma has promised that he will look at my breasts and nothing else.

One by one I unhooked my blouse, shaking and whimpering, dazed and fearful.

"Nice lacy bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples you got. Let's see, Pooja baby. Let's see the nipples."