Adultery Making of a mistress (Extending)

[garamrohan]

Bro you wrote such a hot story man I literally enjoyed this story... 

Laxmi is a pious and beautiful lady who struggles financial but at the end gives herself to a fat but rich Sethji for her families better life...
Thee sex scenes was so awesome a hot beautiful lady with fat Sethji was hot and your writing is also good would check your other stories next day... Btw thanks buddy for not giving into others opinion of making her slut and sleeping with other men too because Laxmi is not that type so it would have ruined the story instead.
And although it was short but I think it's a good ending by making her give into only 1 man just a selfish desire to read more of her sex with Sethji and her life as a mistress of Sethji

Thanks for the encourages words Amino bro. It made my day. :-)

[vikas kumar]

Bhai ye ending badhiya hai lekin is story ko aap age badha sakte hai abhi bahot kuch hai aap 2020 se story likh rahe hai lekin mene pichle mahine mai aap ki story padh paya me salo se story padh raha hu is liye mujhe lagta hai is story me long story banne ka dam hai or aap ka likhne ka style badhia hai yaha bahot se log faltu story likhte rehte hai lekin aap badhiya writer hai is liye please age badhaye is story ko

[vikas kumar]

Bhai ab to apki story pe web series bhi ban gayi gareeb bhabhi lalaaji karke abto age likho story

[garamrohan]

Bhai ab to apki story pe web series bhi ban gayi gareeb bhabhi lalaaji karke abto age likho story

Lol kya bol kya rahe ho bhai. Sach main aisi koi webseries hai?

About the story, after lot of thinking I have found one way the story can be continued but I am not sure if it will stand to expectations from you guys.

Anyway, if you insist I can try but you all guys have to be patient with me if it didn't work out well.

[vikas kumar]

Bhai mene ek video dekhi saam aap wale concept pe hai baki web series ka pata nahi chal paya bhai abhi aap isme bahot kuch kar sakte ho story me likhna to chalu karo

[garamrohan]

THE GAME CONTINUES… 
(Extending the completed story on readers’ request. Hope you guys will be kind and encouraging) 


The devotional song that was being played on loud-speaker was piercing through the pure silence of the village. It was pretty clearly audible from the palatial house of Seth Harilal situated at the other end of the village. 


It was quarter to 10 pm; and going by the Indian villages standards, the family had had dinner and everyone was preparing to go to bed. Sethji was also done with his daily ritual of taking account of money from both his sons. And then he started wearing dhoti and Kurta. He put on the lavish jacket as well, considering the cold breezes outside.

”Don’t sit there too late,” Sethji’s wife said with genuine concern as she handed him the walking stick. “You just have recovered from fever.”

”Don’t worry. I will come back in the early morning. Katha-Pravachan is not held here everyday. And this one, I have heard, is really good.”            

Ensuring his old wife had closed the door behind him, he paced up. He was really excited and he needed to walk some two km across the village to reach the temple where this ceremony was held. It wasn’t but a coincidence that Lakshmi’s house was nearby that temple.


—-

Lakshmi was preparing to go for Pravachan. Janardan’s wife, with whom she had a good tempo, had called Lakshmi when she passed her door half an hour ago. She had sent her son Raghu with her only as she was yet to clear the mess at the house. 

“Are you done?” She coldly asked Kisan who was still taking sips of alcohol. He was in his bed only, sitting by the wall. A half empty bottle and a plate of snacks was lying next to him in bed only. 

”It’s none of your business,” He even didn’t look at her.

”Look. I am not in the mood to argue with you. I am going for Katha. So look after the house,” Her voice raged. 

“I am not anyone’s fucking slave,” Janardan screamed, “You are no one to order me. I am the owner of the house. And I will live up to my mind.”

”Huh.. if only you are equally aware of your duties.” She teased.

”Mind your language,” He had raised his hand to throw glass at her, when Sethji stepped on the door.

”Kisan.. Is everything alright?”

Both Lakshmi and Kisan startled hearing the voice. Kisan signalled Lakshmi to go inside and invited Sethji.

”Come Sethji. Good to see you after so many days.” 

Lakshmi walked slow steps to the inner room while overhearing their talk. She was pleasantly surprised to see Sethji. It was indeed more than 15 days since she last saw him. The memories of that meeting and the presence of Sethji in the house brought redness to her chicks, her ears warmed.

Going inside she continued to hear them standing behind the door.

—- 

“I was going for pravachan and just thought to see you. Aren’t you coming?” Sethji had settled beside him and started weaving Kisan into conversation. 

“What for? What blessings that god has done to me?” He made a face and took a big sip to empty the glass. 
 
“Wrong words, Kisan. One should not be blaming God for our own sufferings, just like we don’t thank him for every bestowment.” Sethji was speaking words of a saint, as if he really had come for the pravachan. 

Kisan shook his head for the sake of reacting. He was not interested in chatting with the stubborn old guy. He was a drunkard; but not as foolish a guy as people used to see him. It was Sethji’s age and his own dire situation he was tolerating this guy at his home; so much he hated him.

”I won’t take tea. I don’t want to miss the pravachan” Sethji spoke loudly.

And Lakshmi smiled behind the door, biting her lips. 

“Sethji the tea is ready, I will bring in a min,” she cheerfully said and rushed into the kitchen inside. 

“Not needed Lakshmi Behen.” He smiled sheepishly at Kisan and again took a seat. 

“Hmm..” Kisan just hissed skeptically.

Mentioning of tea was a code, conveying that in the night Sethji would be coming to the house. Instead if he asked for a jaggery, then Lakshmi was to go to the Sethji’s shop. Did Sethji’s farmhouse by the lake seem convenient for the day? Sethji would only take a glass of water. Lakshmi would always convey her position by either bringing or not bringing the thing asked for. 

As Lakshmi came with two cups of tea. The eyes met, and sparkled with sinful glitter. This happened only for a second, both had to be very careful. She put the tray and returned inside without speaking a word. However, she didn't forget to tap twice on one of the cups; with her index figure. Sethji confidently picked up the other cup and started insisting Kisan to have tea with him.

”Tea? At this time?” Kisan got irritated.

Lakshmi was hiding behind the door only and took her head out to look at Sethji. Her beautiful eyes depicted the worry -  if Kisan didn’t pass out with the drug, how would they enjoy the night in each other’s arms riding on the wave of carnal pleasure?

But Sethji showed her the comforting hand. He suddenly laughed and took out an expensive liquor bottle from his pocket.

”How can I forget Kisan. This is the ‘tea’ you prefer, right?”

Kisan looked at the bottle for a bit longer. Definitely thinking about something. At one point Sethji thought he would decline the offer. But addiction won, at last. His facial expression changed and he was defeated one more time for cheap pleasure.

”No no. Not in the used glass. It will spoil the test. Can we get a glass, Behen?” He called for Lakshmi.

Lakshmi quickly came with the glass and conveyed Sethji with confirting eyes that she had done her job well. 

“Here it is.” Saying this Sethji started filling the glass.

”Sethji, first thing I am of your daughter’s age, so better you call me beti. 

“And while you are so merciful, don’t you see such acts of yours are spoiling your daughter's marriage?” the pativrata nari spoke up. 

This much mockering was enough for Kisan who was already discontent with his life and now people in his life. He put the glass to mouth and put it below only after emptying it. 

The eyes again met, this time shining full of sick joy.

As Lakshmi walked inside with the glasses, Sethji spoke up.

”Hey Kisan. You are a really good fellow man. I don’t understand why you behave like this. Do wear some good clothes man. You will look classy.” Sethji’s eyes were fixated on the beautifully swinging tight ass of Lakshmi when he spoke this. 

Standing at the door, Lakshmi picked up the line correctly. Turning her neck back to Sethji she questioned with her eyes, “Isn’t this good?” Her one hand was holding the pallu out.

Sethji made a bad face, and whirled his finger asking her to wear some other saree. Definitely he wanted her to wear some exotic and sexy saree and not a home cloth during their precious time together.  

Lakshmi confirmed with a sexy expression and disappeared. Sethji too, took Kisan’s leave and walked towards the temple.

[vikas kumar]

Bhai moj kar di ab jajldi aupdate dena or kahani badi likhna

[vikas kumar]

Bhai comment karke writer ko motivate kare

[vikas kumar]

Bhai waiting for update

[vikas kumar]

Bhai agla update kab tak

[garamrohan]

Saturday/sunday

[Amino]

Bhai ab to apki story pe web series bhi ban gayi gareeb bhabhi lalaaji karke abto age likho story

Is name se kuch nahi hai google kiya hai kuch aur name hoga

[Amino]

Glad to see you continuing this amazing story...
Update is so good Sethji and Laxmi have started their affair and this night is going to be fun with laxmi being an eager participant

[vikas kumar]

Bhai ullu TV ke amras episode me bhai ke story jaisa content use kiya gaya hai

[vikas kumar]

Garamrohan bhai aaj ek mast update de do

[Amino]

Bhai ullu TV ke amras episode me bhai ke story jaisa content use kiya gaya hai

Ok bro dekhta hu ab

[Amino]

Saturday/sunday

Waiting bhai

[garamrohan]

The scene in the veranda of the temple was like anything that you would typically expect, mostly the elderly people and women were sitting, consuming the pravachana. There was a fairly good arrangement with clean, proper mattresses and excellent music, and lighting system. Many rich merchants in the neighbourhood were devotees of the deity, so it didn’t take a lot of effort to raise the money for the programme. 


Seth Harilal arrived hurriedly, bowed to the stage and mandir and sat. He had deliberately chosen the empty space at one corner, a bit away from the limelight. Any time he needed to escape, with a short notice, and that too without getting to anyone’s attention.

The Acharya ji was a great orator, he got everybody engaged with his story with the perfect use of allegory and analogies. While he explained some emotional prose from Mahabharata, women had to put pallu to their leaking eyes.

Children, as always, were busy playing, making noise and running here and there. Raghu was no exception, although he behaved immature even for his age, boys used to love him. He ran crazily, another boy running behind him to catch him. And in an attempt to look the follower over his shoulder, he bumped into Sethji.

Sethji cried out in pain.

The naive Raghu didn’t even wait to see Sethji’s reaction and ran away.

“Asshole”, Sethji hissed, “This boy always troubles me one way or another.”

He acted listening to the pravachana with the joined hands, but his eyes were constantly searching for Lakshmi.
His eyes whired on the ladies every other minute, finding for his darling. Suddenly she appeared! She was looking so marvelous. With that cream coloured silk saree with delicate embroidery all over it and red border, her unheavenly beauty accentuated even further. Her mangalsutra, which has only recently been elongated, with 30 gms more gold - patronised by Sethji only, was proudly dangling on her heavy chest.  Definitely so much grooming for pravachana was unneeded. But then she had also taken a pallu on her head, didn’t that make her the pious lady? Her face was glittering like the moon, full of happiness and excitement. She came and directly seat near janardan's wife 

“Damn…  Why has she sat in such a crowd?” Sethji thought,  “How is she going to escape?”

While everybody was busy into pravachan Sethji was lost in his own thoughts.  He was painting dreams of how he will enjoy Laxmi today. He was to undress her delicately and leisurely, as if plucking flower petals. His mind was jittering on thoughts of how he wanted to love and enjoy her beautiful body, how he was going to lick every inch of her body before tasting her juicy lips, how she would shiver when he would lie over her naked, delicate body. And her erotic moans as he started fucking her..my god. 

And suddenly people started clapping and clueless Sethji also joined them. He did not want to look alien in the crowd but he was irritated as hell. He did not want to stand there for a minute. He looked at Lakshmi but she has yet to anticipate him. 

And then suddenly their eyes met. 

[garamrohan]

Thank you Vikas and Amino bhai. Today’s update is little small, but next will definitely have the actual sex, so taking a bit time to write that long update. Defintely post in next week.

Cheers.

[vikas kumar]

Bhai update badhiya tha lekin bade update ka intezaar rahega