Adultery Making of a mistress (Extending)
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(06-04-2025, 08:42 AM)garamrohan Wrote: Thanks for the responses friends. I am but super busy since last month and will give next big update on 14/15th April.

I was also busy and just visited this site because I was missing your story, now surprisingly the day has come hope you can make some time if possible and give update or atleast reply your status
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Sorry guys. Didn't get time till today. Will definitely provide big update tonight.
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(19-04-2025, 08:45 AM)garamrohan Wrote: Sorry guys. Didn't get time till today. Will definitely provide big update tonight.
It has been more than a week.please update.
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I am fed up bro. Sorry don't mind. I really lost interest over this story
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Writers may argue that readers shouldn't ask for updates, since they are writing the stories free and they have the write to decide when to give update, It maybe true, no denial, but when updates are delayed readers will loose the interest and enthusiasm towards that story,and they may not open that theard,If I hurt anybody I offer my appologies
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I know now it's even too late to apologise, but I was struggling hard with lot of professional work. I regret for the big disappointed I caused.
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(13-05-2025, 07:15 PM)garamrohan Wrote: I know now it's even too late to apologise, but I was struggling hard with lot of professional work. I regret for the big disappointed I caused.

Hey!

You don't have to apologize. we all have our challenges. this place is just a channel to release our tension, probably live our fantacies or relax and read some erotic stories. We don't live in this virtual world. we live in the real world.
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next update bro...

come fast very erotic and hot story
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(13-05-2025, 07:15 PM)garamrohan Wrote: I know now it's even too late to apologise, but I was struggling hard with lot of professional work. I regret for the big disappointed I caused.

It's ok bro everybody have personal life i just hope you'll be free soon and updates will be back
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please update whenever it is feasible for you but please make it a big hot one.
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Next episode is due since long. Hope we get to see one pretty soon.
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Hello friends!!!

Finally, I have some time to work on this unfinished work. I am resuming the work and will soon post the next update. Thanks for the patience.
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That knock on the door late at night felt threatening.


Lakshmi’s body stiffened. Reaching one hand behind her, she patted Sethji’s thigh, him riding her from behind.

“Hey… stop… looks like Raghu is here,” she murmured.

Sethji, lost in the waves of pleasure radiating from her tight, silky pussy, barely registered her words. He kept ramming into her, coiling her long braid one more time around his fist. Lakshmi had to lift herself slightly, transferring her weight from elbows to palms on the floor for support.

“Aaahh, Sethji… my god… we have to stop,” she whispered, panic trembling in her voice. “Don’t you hear? Raghu is at the door!”

“I don’t fucking care. Will that problem kid ever let us enjoy anything? He always spoils it. Good for nothing but this,” Sethji muttered, his gaze hungrily tracing the sweat glistening on her slender neck and the skin of her back revealed through the slits in her blouse.

He leaned forward, letting his tongue splash over her creamy back visible through the teasing blouse.

“Aaaah… uhh… don’t be a fool, Sethji. I’ll take him in. Won’t even take two minutes,” she urged.

Another series of knocks rattled the door.

“He can wait. And you better enjoy this with me. Don’t think about the world,” Sethji hissed. His thighs kept fluttering against her soft ass cheeks, now glistening with sweat.

“Aaah, wait… Aaahh… Sethji! We have the whole night. He’ll keep banging until I let him in. Do you want him to wake my husband and ruin everything?” she argued, breathless.

Sethji groaned, torn between desire and reason. He wanted nothing more than to continue enjoying her warmth around his sliding cock and release inside her delicate cunt, but he had no choice. With a reluctant jerk, he backed out, letting out a wet, frustrated sound—puckkkkk…—like the fizz of a soda bottle. He collapsed beside her, sighing in disappointment.

Lakshmi quickly stood, hastily wrapping her saree, creased and disheveled from Sethji’s rough handling.

“Sorry…” she sighed, unable to look him in the eyes. His cock still stood rigid, pulsating like a hissing serpent.

She rushed to the outer room and opened the door.

“Hihihi… Maa… were you sleeping?” Raghu stood there, his usual vacant, goofy expression spread across his face.



Lakshmi’s face turned red, partly from lingering desire, partly from sudden irritation at her interrupted game with Sethji. She crouched down slightly to meet Raghu’s eyes.

“Raghu… is this the time to be home? Didn’t I tell you to get back quickly and not test my patience?” she said sharply, masking the panic in her voice.

“Maa… I’m thirsty… can I have water?” Raghu asked, tilting his head innocently.

“I’ll get it… but then straight to bed! No talking, understood?” Lakshmi muttered, her patience thinning.

Raghu gave a foolish smile at her and followed her, dragging his feet across the floor, carelessly. “And… food? Can I have some biscuits?” he added, his voice sweet but irritating in that moment of urgency.

Raghu!” Lakshmi snapped, completely annoyed now. “You’re up too late. Just go to bed after this, okay?” She stopped him at the door—she had to. Sethji was sleeping inside, and she couldn’t let Raghu step in, not at any cost.

Her mind raced. Every second of the delay increased the risk of discovery. She grabbed a small glass of water from the kitchen and a single lollipop she had hidden for emergencies. She hurried through the kitchen, her heart pounding—what if he stepped into the room and saw Sethji lying there completely nude?

“Here, take this and dismiss,” she said, handing him the water glass and slipping the lollipop into his pocket.

Raghu’s curious eyes darted around the room. And then… he froze.

“Maa… whose jacket is this?” he asked, pointing to an oversized, unfamiliar jacket hanging neatly on the wall.

Lakshmi’s heart skipped a beat. That jacket belonged to Sethji, and she knew she had to get Raghu to the bed, fast.

“Raghu! Stop looking at things that don’t belong to you!” she hissed sharply, grabbing his hand and steering him toward the bed she had prepared for him in the adjacent room.

“But… Maa…” Raghu whined softly, resisting.

“No buts! Go to bed right now!” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She tucked him in quickly, still feeling the heat of panic pressing against her chest.

As Raghu finally lay down, drowsy but still suspicious, Lakshmi exhaled, her hands trembling slightly—from the lingering fear that Sethji might be discovered. She locked Raghu's room from outside, ensuring the night she had planned wouldn’t be disturbed any further. 

Now she was ready again, mentally preparing to return to the man waiting for her. Her desire hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger after the brief, frantic interruption.

Lakshmi entered the room, quietly closed the door behind her and took a deep, silent breath. She leaned against the closed door and felt excited again—not only from desire but from the adrenaline of having narrowly avoided the revelation.

Sethji was already awake, waiting, his eyes dark with hunger the moment he caught sight of her. He smiled wickedly at her.

“Finally…” he murmured, his voice low, dripping with anticipation. “Did that little troublemaker give you a hard time, my queen?”

Lakshmi shook her head, though a sly smile tugged at her lips. “Just a bit… but he’s finally in bed. You won’t hear a sound now.” She walked to him with the grace of a beautiful deer. 

Sethji’s hands reached for her instantly, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “You came back to me… I knew you wouldn’t resist for long,” he whispered, pulling her down on the mat where he was lying.

Lakshmi shivered, leaning onto him as he captured her lips in a possessive, hungry kiss. Every nerve of her body ignited with the feel of rough hungry lips meeting hers and, at the sound of his low, approving growl in her mouth.

“I was thinking about you the whole time, Sethji,” she admitted softly, breaking the kiss, her hands wandering over his broad shoulders. “Even when I was dealing with Raghu.”

“Mm… that naughty little boy…” he chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her hair. “But it only made me want you more. Every second apart… made me hungrier. I knew that eventually, his beautiful mother would come to me alone.”

Lakshmi’s breath caught as his hands slid under the thin fabric of her saree, caressing her thighs, teasing her warmth. She pressed closer, arching into him, the forbidden danger of the night had surpassed, and had only fueled their desire.

“I promise… this time, we won’t be interrupted,” she murmured, locking eyes with him. “No one will come between us. Just you… and me…” This flattery was mostly to pamper Sethji’s mood, which she feared might have been spoiled by the trouble caused by her son. 

Sethji grinned, his hands roaming boldly, and lowered his lips to her neck. “Yes, my queen… only two of us… not only for tonight… for eternity…” His voice was rough, possessive, and dripping with lust, sending shivers through her spine.

Their world had now shrunk to just the two of them—at most the mattress beneath them and the blanket scattered at their feet. Everything else—her child, her husband, the village—faded into irrelevance. Only this desire, this night full of anticipated pleasure existed.

Lakshmi, trembling with anticipation, slowly slid off Sethji, onto the mattress beside him, ready to resume where they had been so abruptly interrupted. Her body was craving for Sethji’s manly touch, to feel womanly again, to surrender herself to him… again. 

But Sethji had something else in mind. 

Sethji’s eyes darkened and he started shaking his hard, thick manhood. “My clever queen…” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “You’ve handled that little rascal perfectly… You deserve a reward.”

Lakshmi’s pulse raced. She knew that was going to be some kinky demand, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. She moved closer, darting up on her left elbow and looking at him.  Her hands brushed lightly over his thighs as she noticed him enjoying self-pleasure.  She whispered, “What reward, my lord?”

“Suck me, sweety...” Sethji murmured, his free hand tangling in her hair strands. “After you’ve been so clever… such a good girl… you know what to do.”

She kept mum… for almost a minute… her hand kept brushing against his bare thigh.

She knew how much Sethji enjoyed the feel of her sloppy mouth and delicate lips wrapped around his messy cock. In fact, he had been the one to introduce her to the act of giving blowjobs. She had never truly enjoyed them, and rarely ever initiated—but she had never once disappointed Sethji in this.

“Come on, honey… I agree it’s not a reward that’s yours alone, but I gave you similar pleasure not long ago—don’t I deserve this lovely return? And think about it—this is a treat for you, your own lollipop… one that never runs out, unlike the one you gave that troublesome kid of yours.”

Her lips curved in a sly, teasing smile as she bent over his abdomen, opening her mouth just enough to draw him into her, while her fingers massaged the base of his hard cock. He groaned, sitting up slightly and leaning back against the bolster, his eyes locked on her with a mix of hunger and appreciation. 

“Ah… that’s it… just like that…” he panted, running a hand through her hair as she took him deeper. “You’re mine, Lakshmi… my clever, beautiful queen…”

She hummed around him, occasionally pulling back to gasp, teasing him, whispering, “Is this enough, Sethji… or do you want more?”

“More… always more with you,” he groaned, gripping her head lightly but firmly. “Every second, you please me… and I need you more… yes, yes… just like that, don’t stop…”

She obliged, alternating between soft hums and deep, teasing motions, taking him into her mouth slowly, deliberately. His precum lingered on her tongue, while the dark skin of his cock robbed her delicate lips of their purity.  He continued talking, praising her beauty, the way she served him, the thrill of the night.

“Your mouth… my queen… such a treasure…” he groaned, thrusting slightly in rhythm with her movements. “You’ve handled Raghu perfectly, and now… you’re giving me what I deserve… yes, yes… that’s my clever goddess…”

Lakshmi’s own body throbbed at his moans and whispered praises. Every word from him fanned her arousal, every small motion of her lips and tongue sent waves through him.

“You’re mine tonight,” Sethji hissed between groans, “and no one else exists… only you… only this…”

Lakshmi nodded around him, gasping softly. Her mouth worked skillfully, teasing him with soft, wet hums as she took his manhood deep into her throat, occasionally pulling back just enough to let him gasp and groan. Sethji’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place, his body trembling with barely restrained need.

“You’re driving me mad, rani… my naughty queen…” he hissed, his hips pressing slightly into her face. “The way you take care of everything… Raghu, the house… and now me… you’re perfect. My perfect little goddess.”

She hummed with him still in her mouth, letting the vibrations travel straight to his cock, making him shiver. Every small noise from adjacent rooms (like for example Raghu licking his lollipop) sent a rush of fear and thrill through her, making her movements even more deliberate, teasing, and controlled.

Sethji’s breathing grew ragged. “Ah… you… you’re amazing… such a clever, naughty little girl… just for me… yes… yes… right there… mmph…”

Lakshmi paused for a moment, letting her lips glide over the tip, looking up at him with eyes full of playful apology. “Is this enough, Sethji… or should I do more?” she whispered, letting her fingers rub circles at the base of his shaft. Her hot breaths hit more viciously on his sensitive cockhead, firm and round like a medium onion. 

“More… always more…” he groaned. “You’re mine… mine tonight… you’ve pleased me so well… let me feel every drop… yes… right there…”

Encouraged, and secretly proud of her skill in something didn’t even enjoy, Lakshmi resumed, swirling her tongue skillfully, taking him deeper, her fingers working in perfect rhythm. Sethji’s moans became louder, huskier, his body shaking, each thrust sending shivers through him.

“Ah… ah… Rani… I… I can’t hold…” he gasped. “So skillful… so perfect… my clever, naughty queen…”

Lakshmi’s own breathing grew faster, her hands and lips working in tandem. She could feel him tightening, ready to explode. She looked at him, eyes so wide it seemed they might pop out.

Sethji’s hands gripped her head firmly as he let out a long, guttural groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth, flooding her with the reward he had planned for her… thick, warm streams of potent semen. Lakshmi swallowed and sucked skillfully, guiding every drop, her body trembling with the heat of the dynamics between the duo.

Afterward, she leaned back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips glistening, while Sethji collapsed back against the bolster, his eyes dark with satisfaction and desire.

“You… you’ve earned your reward, my clever queen,” he whispered, laying back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi.

Lakshmi smiled faintly, her pulse still racing, her body tingling from the forbidden intensity. 

“You… my bimbo queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “I have been with countless ladies over my life.... No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”

Sethji laid back on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy, satisfied breaths, his eyes still fixed on Lakshmi. The satisfaction from the oral indulgence had left him momentarily sated, but his dark gaze still burned with need.

“You… my clever queen… my goddess…” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms. “No one… no one has ever given me this… this pleasure… the way you do… every inch of you… every touch… every movement… it drives me mad.”

Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. She leaned close, brushing her lips softly against his forehead, whispering, “I’m yours, Sethji… only yours.”

Sethji groaned, letting his eyes wander over her body, tracing her curves even as he rested. “So beautiful… so soft… so willing… and yet so clever… the way you tease me… it’s unbearable. You’re a fire I can’t contain… a temptation I’d die for… I can’t believe this is mine… all mine.”

Lakshmi blushed, savoring his praise. Her lips curled in a quiet smile as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen, careful not to disturb him. The thrill of what they had shared still lingered in her body. She gargled and cleaned the mouth, letting the cool water awaken her senses and clear the taste. Though she had indulged in the act with full dedication, she didn’t want his essence, the thick smelly curd, lingering in her mouth to interfere with the rest of the night.
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When Lakshmi returned to the room, she had a glass of warm milk in her hand. Sethji rested quietly on the mat, chest rising with steady, deep breaths. A small, tender smile played on her lips; seeing him like this—powerful yet caring predator, lying all nude, carelessly, with satisfaction.


“Here… some energy for you, my lord,” she said softly as she knelt beside him.

Sethji sat up against the bolster. He took the glass, eyes dark and shining with pleasure. “Ah… my queen… so thoughtful, even in a situation like this,” he murmured. He sipped and put glass to Lakshmi’s lips. 

“No, I don’t want it. It’s all for you,” she murmured, her face lit with a teasing warmth.

He insisted, “No, Lakshmi… you’ll taste it with me. What joy is mine if my queen won’t share? Just a sip—from your lips.” 
Lakshmi was smiling, she felt the thrill of having the milk with Sethji, as if it's a novel way to kiss and she sipped, just a little.  

He drank again, deliberately slower this time, leaving a faint trace of milk at the edge of the glass before offering it back. Lakshmi started undoing her long braid, letting her beautiful hair spill into a silk mattress. 

She tilted her head, while continuing to free her hair, and sipped, and as the warm milk passed down her throat, she thought—it was like tasting each other, their mouths connected through the creamy sweetness. Her lips glistened faintly when she lowered the glass, and Sethji’s eyes sparkled, for he also shared the same sensual thought.
 
Back and forth they went, sip after sip, their lips meeting the same spot on the rim of the glass, their saliva mixing invisibly in the milk. Each time it was passed, it felt less like drinking and more like a foreplay. By the time the glass was almost empty, Lakshmi’s hair was all free and looking like a silk mattress, through which Lakshmi’s fingers moved, fluffing it out, making it look more lush, more abundant, as it spilled freely over her. 

“Sweetest milk I’ve ever tasted… because it carries your lips, your taste, my queen.”, Sethji’s voice, thick with desire.
With a playful laugh, she swept the hair across Sethji’s face. He inhaled deeply, the maddening scent of her traces filling his senses.

“My god… fuck,” he mumbled as that playful act of Lakshmi instantly awakened hunger in him. A low groan escaped him, as his hand tried to tangle in the loose locks, to pull her closer. Lakshmi buried her delighted face into the pillow, still laughing breathlessly at his failure to catch her by hair. 

Sethji put the glass away. And buried his face in the dark, silken mass of hair spilled across the mattress. He inhaled deeply, dragging the intoxicating scent into his lungs. His face moved through the strands, kissing, nibbling against it. He murmured with hunger,  “Such softness… such fragrance… oh my rani…, you know how to drive me mad.”

Sethji pressed himself against her back, their bodies close on the mattress. Lakshmi felt the stiffness of his cock, caused just by the hairplay. She gave a soft, teasing laugh. “So ready again… just from that?” she whispered, half surprised, half amused. But she too was already burning with excitement. Without turning to face him, she boldly lifted her saree and petticoat, revealing herself freely, a silent permission for him to take her again. 

Sethji’s eyes devoured her—the milky white swell of her hips with a teasing mole, her plump yet shapely thighs, the smooth stretch of her legs, and sexy, silver anklets resting on her ankles to clash and noise out sensually as he fucked her deep. His hand caressed her curves, but his hunger only deepened. He bent close, his voice a low growl against her ear, “Lakshmi… enough of me taking you from behind. I’ve just had your body bent to me. Let’s do face to face. I want you flat beneath me now.”

Lakshmi simply turned on her back, with her thighs pressed together, and their eyes met, sparkling. Sethji’s gaze lingered down, trying to imprint the whole of her lustrous body in his eyes. Lakshmi’s lips curved into a trembling smile as she whispered, “Here I am… all ready… from the front.” Her face flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. And suddenly, with a soft exhale, and closed eyes, she let her thighs fall open—a bold invitation for Sethji to mount her.

“You are mine tonight… all mine,” he murmured, his voice husky as he looked at the lively slit of her wet cunt hidden beneath thick curls. This cunt had been giving Sethji pleasure for a long time, but it still wasn’t enough—he was addicted to it.

Sethji slid over her, settling between her legs in missionary position. His hands found her waist, lifting slightly as he positioned himself. “Enough of the tease, my naughty queen. Now, I will take all of you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, biting softly as he began rubbing his erect shaft on her pussy.

Lakshmi sighed, anticipating his readiness to claim her again. His fully erect cock felt all ready to pierce into her waiting twat.

“As if you’ve held anything back until now…” she moaned into his ear, trying to embrace his massive body.

He leaned down to press his lips to hers, a long, eager kiss that made her shiver. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she kissed back, letting the anticipation build, feeling his hardness press insistently against her lower body.

“Who knows? Let me dig and confirm for myself?” he murmured, as he thrusted deep into her.

“Aaaaaahh… Easy…” Lakshmi gasped, her body shuddering at the sudden, deep thrust, eyes wide with startled desire.

Sethji pressed his mouth onto hers, arresting and devouring her lips like a wild animal, silencing her moans and fear out of the greedy thrust he had made.

Lakshmi moaned softly in his mouth, arching to meet his energy. Her hands started roaming over his broad shoulders, tracing the lines of his arms, bringing back the warmth in the raw game. With this, he slowed his pace. After breaking the long smooch he asked, “Did that hurt, sugar?” his fingers tracing her trembling face.

Lakshmi took a steady breath, hiding the pain that was anyway disappearing, and held him tight, enjoying his steady, bearable thrusts bringing her pleasure.

Every movement was deliberate, teasing, building heat between them. “Sethji… please… don’t stop…” she gasped, her body tightening around him, pressing closer with each stroke.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck and shoulders, one hand stimulated her nipples through the blouse as his other hand caressed her sides and hips. “You feel so… perfect… made for me… my queen,” he murmured, slowing just enough for her to feel every inch, every movement drawing out the tension.

Lakshmi let out a long, shivering sigh, pulling him closer. “I’ve waited for this… for you… since the last several weeks…” she whispered, her fingers tangling in the white hair at the nape of the old man, holding him against her.

Sethji responded with slow but deeper thrusts, matching her moderate motions, letting them move together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The sound of their bodies meeting was muffled to some extent by the old doors of her house, but the air between them was thick with heat and desire. Thick enough to fill the room with the scent of their sex. 

“You are mine… I own you… every curve, every inch of your body… even your breath…” Sethji groaned, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. Lakshmi arched under him, the soft pressure of his big belly against her flat abdomen made her strangely excited.

Her lips parted in quiet moans, her hands roamed to hold his face, his shoulders, keeping him close. “Sethji… oh… yes… right there…” she gasped, as Sethji’s cock scrubbed against her sweet spot. She guided him with excellence to ensure friction at that particular sensitive area, making the pleasure sharp and urgent.

“Aaahhh… oh god… ohh yes… oh Sethji… there only… ohh… ohh… don’t stop… ohhh…” she screamed, body trembling as Sethji paced up the thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.

Sweat slicked their skin as he pounded into her, every thrust sending shivers through both of them. He slowed, gasping for air, bringing his face closer to her. He whispered into her ear, his voice rough with desire. “So beautiful… so wet for me… you’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you…?’ he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands started cupping her breasts, teasing, rolling the nipples over the fabric, drawing out gasps and shivers.

She just laid there, moaning softly, sweat coating her face and making her look more intoxicating than ever. Sethji greedily licked her sweaty cheek, madness in his eyes, then straightened up to his knees, and started pounding into her with savage force.

Lakshmi’s body shivered under him, every thrust sending waves through her. “Sethji… I… I’m going to…” she gasped, her back arching, hands clutching at the mattress as the tension mounted.

Sethji groaned low, leaning down to kiss her lips as both hands seized her nipples through the cloth, twisting and pulling them, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He felt Lakshmi’s legs tighten around his waist, the sound of the anklets sending another wave of lust through him.  

“Yes… my queen… I’m right here… take it with me…” He moved with constant intensity, drawing out the ecstasy for both of them, the illicitness of relationship and secrecy to maintain adding an extra sting of excitement.

Their moans and whispers mingled in the quiet house. The rhythm grew faster, more insistent, until Lakshmi’s body tensed fully, a shuddering wave of orgasm rolling through her. Sethji followed, letting his jizz burst, as he buried himself fully inside, holding her close as they enjoyed the shared climax.
They lay together after, side by side, chests rising and falling, foreheads touching, fingers entangled.

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After their intense union, Lakshmi and Sethji lay together on the soft mattress, their bodies still pressed closely, warmth and sweat mingling. Lakshmi had loosened her blouse, letting the front fall open to reveal her voluptuous, fair breasts. Sethji couldn’t get enough of them. His hands cupped her soft yet firm breasts, lips teasing and sucking at her sensitive nipples, drawing soft, needy moans from Lakshmi.

“Mm… you’re mine… all mine, aren’t you, Lakshmi?” Sethji murmured, his tongue flicking her nipples as his hands kneaded and pressed lovingly.

Lakshmi shivered, curling her hands around his neck, enjoying the tender, lingering pleasure. “Yes… but we have to be careful… things are not exactly safe outside these walls,” she whispered, her voice husky with both lust and concern.
Sethji’s eyes looked up, curious and attentive. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, his lips resumed teasing her mammeries.

She sighed, gently pushing him back, she wanted him to be serious. She looked into his eyes. “Janardan is suspicious… I think he’s noticed something. He’s been lurking near the farm, giving hints to my husband, and even keeping watch on me sometimes. I fear he might try to interfere if we are not cautious.”

He stopped his acts for a moment, his cold eyes jittered as he thought.  And suddenly some realization struck. “So this is why he stayed close to me during pravachana…”

A trace of worry appeared in Lakshmi’s eyes, now understanding it's not her mind game, Sethji’s narration of the recent incident only confirmed her worry.

“That fool… thinking he can trouble my queen?” he said with controlled anger. “We’ve been careful enough. Did he see anything for real?”

“No… not yet,” Lakshmi replied, pulling his head to rest on her chest, letting him feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath him. “But he’s clever in small, subtle ways. He’s trying to manipulate my husband, and I can feel his eyes when he thinks I’m unaware. I had to be extra careful these days… Raghu is growing up on one side, and Janardan is keeping a watchful eye on me.”

Sethji’s hands moved again, rubbing slow circles over her breasts as he spoke, voice low and comforting. “Don’t worry… whatever he tries, I will handle him. He won’t touch you, Lakshmi. Not while I’m alive. You and our little secret will remain safe.”

Lakshmi let out a soft breath, relaxing into his arms, enjoying both the protection and the lingering erotic energy between them. She slides on him, resting her head on his hairy chest. “I trust you… but it’s exhausting, always thinking, planning… keeping everyone blind to what we are doing.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers. “But I know you will handle it, sugar. I have experienced that sharp mind of yours as much as I have explored your beautiful body,” he said, letting his lips brush hers, then up to her forehead, maintaining the sensual intimacy even as they talked.

For a few moments, they stayed like that—cuddling, caressing, talking quietly about different things, letting the heat of their bodies calm into a soft, lingering warmth, readying themselves for the night ahead while keeping Janardan’s and her son’s thoughts aside.

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A short nap in each other’s embrace had reignited their desire. 

Their bodies started pressing close, Lakshmi and Sethji again sank into a slow rhythm of touch and kisses under the blanket. Sethji’s hands threaded through her long free hair, tugging lightly, pulling her head back so he could kiss the curve of her neck, then down to her shoulders. Lakshmi responded with soft gasps, her fingers tracing his chest full of hair, mostly turned grey. In the late night cold, she enjoyed Sethji’s warmth and heaviness pressed against her own body.

Sethji’s lips returned to hers. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, teasing. They had done this countless times, yet never grew tired of it. The intimacy of the kisses, the playful probing of each other’s mouths, and the greedy exchange of saliva revealed how well they had gelled in this adulterous relation. 

Every touch, every caress from Lakshmi hand sent waves of hunger through him. Her blouse had been tossed aside, and was resting like a martyr guardian. Following their endless, desperate kissing, Sethji slid down to spend time cupping and sucking her breasts again, his fingers kneading and teasing her nipples as her soft moans started building heat again.

“You drive me crazy, Lakshmi… so soft… so warm,” He whispered against her chest, teeth grazing her mangalsutra pendant before flicking it aside, leaving her chest all bare for him. He slid his hand along her waist, pressing her closer.

Lakshmi arched into him, tugging his hair lightly as she kissed him back. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, chest, big belly and firm thighs.

After a few minutes of this torturous teasing, Sethji shifted, drawing her into his lap. Lakshmi’s arms wrapped around his neck as he positioned her so she was straddling him, facing him. His hands moved along her shapely hips, lifting slightly, adjusting her so that lowering her body would result in the penetration.

“Right here… like this,” he murmured, lips brushing hers, hands firmly on her waist. “I want you looking at me, feeling me… as you take me inch by inch.”

Lakshmi leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, kissing him passionately as He guided her down slowly, sliding his throbbing prick inside her from below. She let out a low, drawn-out moan as his length filled her, savoring the pressure and the tightness caused down there. Their eyes met, full of lust and playfulness, and she smiled through gasps.

Hands continued roaming—her fingers on his broad, sweaty back, his hands on her hips, sometimes massaging, sometimes gripping firmly in the moment of hit. Every thrust, every grind was slow, deliberate, allowing them to feel every inch of each other.

“Oh… Sethji… just like this… don’t stop,” Lakshmi whispered, her voice thick with pleasure.

He responded with a deep groan, tightening his hold on her hips, drawing her down fully with him, feeling every motion, every shiver. “Mine… all mine…” he whispered, lips brushing her neck, then returning to hers for another long, heated kiss.

They moved together in a sensual, unhurried rhythm. Her soft moans, his deep growls, the scent and warmth of each other—all created a private world where nothing else mattered.

Lakshmi looked at him with tranced eyes —he was older, of her father’s age, not toned at all like most of the men, yet every touch, every stroke, each of his tricks seemed to maximize pleasure. It amazed her how someone with his age and bodyframe could make her feel sensations.

He leaned back, letting Lakshmi jump on him fully, guiding her movements so each thrust matched the contours of her body, bringing shivers up her spine.

“Ah… Sethji… so… precise…” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, “You… you do it… so… well.”

He chuckled softly in her mouth as he pressed his hands on her lower back and sides, adjusting her so she moved with ease. “Experience counts, rani. I know every kink, every sensitive spot of women. I can make you feel this… anytime.”

Overjoyed by the ongoing sex, she flipped her hair on his face, and his lips found hers again. Their kisses went long, wet, and demanding, yet tender—an odd mixture of animal desire and careful control. His thick, aged fingers cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, alternating pressure, sometimes pressing those melons along with mangalsutra, watching her reactions, learning from each gasp and moan.

Even as she danced on his cock as an obedient mistress, Sethji whispered playful, possessive words. “Mine… You are all mine… you were made for me, rani.”

The missionary-like rhythm, her facing him, allowed their eyes to meet often, making her feel completely enveloped, safe, yet ignited.

It’s been nearly half an hour since they started again. The foreplay full of teasing, hair pulling, breast-sucking, soft kisses, and the slow grind of hips left them breathless but craving more. Despite his age and body type, Sethji’s passion for sex, mastery of foreplay and patience had made every encounter unforgettable.

Lakshmi leaked finally… Coating Sethji’s pulsating cock with her hot juice as she held him tight, her nails dug into his back.  

As she slowed, Sethji’s thrusts grew brutal and relentless, each hard, punishing stroke driving him closer to his edge. Sweat slicked their bodies together, his hands gripping her hips as he ground into her, groaning as his release approached. With a husky cry, he came deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax, while she trembled atop him.

She rested her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth of his hands tracing over her back and shoulders. They shared soft kisses, murmured teasing words, and laughed quietly as they lay on the mattress together. In his arms, she could feel the potent mix of pleasure, money and power that Sethji brought into her life, the unique satisfaction that nobody else could offer. 

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It was 4 a.m. The village was still in the dark, but soon the streets would stir, and people would begin to wake.
 
Lakshmi was still wrapped in the warmth of Sethji’s embrace. His weight, his hands, his tender yet commanding touch, had left her flushed and utterly satisfied.

Sethji shifted slightly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “It’s almost daybreak, rani. I must go before anyone notices my presence here.”

Lakshmi reluctantly untangled herself, still feeling the warmth of his body. “The night… it was too short,” she murmured, her voice husky due to lack of sleep.

He chuckled softly, “Holding you close, I also wished this night would never end. But to be honest, I am really satisfied, you made me really happy rani. Now I must return before the day begins. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. Soon. Always.”

She accompanied him to the backdoor, the familiar passage flanked by the tied cattle now slowly getting awake. The smell of hay and the faint morning mist made the moment feel fragile and secret. Sethji adjusted his kurta and jacket.

“Remember, rani,” he said, lowering his voice so only she could hear, “if Janardan ever gives you trouble, or if you feel any danger… you call me. Do not hesitate, understand? I’ll take care of it.”

Lakshmi’s eyes met his, a mix of gratitude, relief, and longing reflected in them. “I… I will, Sethji,” she whispered, pressing her hand against his chest.

He took a small step back, then leaned forward, capturing her lips in a lingering, possessive kiss. “Till we meet again, my queen,” he murmured, releasing her gently.

She watched him slip through the narrow back passage, disappearing into the misty fields. Closing the door behind him, she leaned against the wall, heart still racing, mind replaying every touch, every whisper, every sensation from the night. But she quickly pushed the thoughts aside—she needed to clean the room before Raghu or her husband woke.
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(16-08-2025, 03:48 AM)hotandluking Wrote: Nice....after a long time.
Back with a great update.
Looks promising and erotic.

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Fantastic updates and erotic night which laxmi and Sethji enjoyed and on another side Janardan is trying to stir trouble for laxmi but as Sethji said laxmi is beauty with brain and with the help of Sethji she can easily handle any situation
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(17-08-2025, 02:28 PM)Amino Wrote: Fantastic updates and erotic night which laxmi and Sethji enjoyed and on another side Janardan is trying to stir trouble for laxmi but as Sethji said laxmi is beauty with brain and with the help of Sethji she can easily handle any situation

Thanks a lot bro. Happy to see you liked the update. Indeed, it was pending for long time. 

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