Adultery Confession of Innocent desi house wives who developed Hoestincts in rainy season

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RAINY SEASON IN MUMBAI: When I made too many wrong decisions

The main three seasons- summer, winter and monsoon exist in Mumbai. The monsoon months are June to September that record the total rainfall of 1800 mm in Mumbai. The temperature during these days remains around 20 degrees Celsius, which is soothing but weather is humid as the moisture can be felt in the air.( From Mumbai weather site)


It's been 2 months, Akash and Prateek were left to Philippine on project purpose. Sruti went to parlour without informing me before. today I clad in my dark red saree with black blouse and black petticoat. When I was at home I mostly avoid  wearinga bra inside. Due to boredom I decided to clean house and wash all clothes.(my first mistake of that day)


After cleaning home it was afternoon and I threw all the clothes in the washing machine and fell asleep due to dizziness. When I woke up I could see complete darkness in my bed room though I had opened my curtains from the big window wall. I cursed myself for sleeping till night and checked the clock and got shocked. It's just 4:30PM and it's already dark outside. I rubbed my eyes and checked the outside again for confirmation. There are dark clouds spread around and it's about to be torrential. Now again I cursed myself for the mistake I did but I never anticipated that I am going to make some more mistakes today which will change my life completely.

I quickly tied my hair and got up from bed directly headed to the washing machine. Washing is done but I can not take them from it as it will rain soon.

I kept cursing myself and went back to the hall and gave a call to Sruti. She cut the call which made me angry as she is the only friend I have and she has ignored me the entire day.

Now the rain started and ijust went to the bedroom and started watching outside. It's a very beautiful view of the rain but in my mind I was thinking about the wet clothes like a typical indian housewife.

Now I went to leave the room and started watching TV. Though it's raining we don't get power cuts or dish tv connect failures.

I was involved in TV daily soaps and time flies like an arrow. Now it's around 10:30PM.

I just closed the TV to prepare dinner then I heated some voice shouting outside my flat corridor. 

I got curious and peeped through Door peephole. Some man was shouting on call and I can hear he was talking about keys. After hearing for some time I got that it's Eshaan, my one of neighbours.

Eshaan and his wife Rubina are our neighbours. Rubina was pregnant and went to her native for delivery. 

Eshaan is around 29 with 5.10 height and maintains good physique as he regularly hits the society Gym along with his pervert friend. He is soft spoken and never ogled or passed comments like his friend. He is taking care of his father's Restaurant which is quite famous in Mumbai while his parents went to their hometown for land issue. His wife Rubina tried to make friendship with us by giving kheer on festival times. As I came from a pure vegetarian orthodox family I never touched the dishes she had prepared. But Pooh has no hesitation to have her dishes and even he praises her culinary skills.

Eshaan forgot his flat keys at the restaurant and it's raining heavily so no one could bring back his keys and even he is unable to go back to the restaurant. He was calling all his friends including his pervert friend but had no luck. Trying to call society incharge for the guest room available but even it is occupied with relatives of the one the flats owner in society came to attend marriage.

I felt pity for him and opened the door a little. He was busy talking and I could see he was wet and guessed it's due to him commuting on his expensive Bike.

Amruta: Eshaan…!? (Low voice) 
He is not responding so I shouted his name with little raise in my voice

He was shocked and turned around.
Amruta: Is everything fine? (I know what happened but still pretending like I knew nothing).
He cut the call and came to me and stood near the gate.

Eshaan: Hi Mrs. Akash (in low tone )

As we both never talked he was a little surprised and nervous…
Eshaan: Sorry for disturbing late night. I forgot my keys at the restaurant and society guest house also filled up. Maid has one set but she  will come in the morning only. I am trying to call near hotels for one night accommodation.

I really felt sorry for his situation.
Amruta: If u don't mind u can stay at my flat this night.(I really no idea why I said this to him in this late night and my husband also not here)

Eshaan: It's fine Mrs. Akash. I am good

Amruta: I insist. You can call the hotels from my flat as well. U r already drained. Pls come inside. ( I opened the door little further)

He hesitantly left the shoes outside and came inside 
( I was really impressed with his manners)he was standing in a corner and calling numbers. I told him that it's already late and he can stay in my flat for this night by utilising our guest room.

I went inside and brough one towel. This is the only towel which I have not thrown in the washing machine so I could use it later.

I handed it to him and told him that I will prepare dinner for both. Instead of waiting for his approval I directly went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

He cleaned his hair and face with that towel but his clothes were all wet and I could see his chiselled body from his wet shirt as it stuck to his skin.

I went inside again to search for any leftover shorts and tshirt of my Pooh. I found only one short in the drawer.

I won't to Eshaan and told him that I got only this one. As there was a choice he took it and I showed him the guest room. We went inside and came out after sometime. By this time I have prepared dinner for both.

I was waiting for him in the dining room and I couldn't stop laughing at him as he was holding his shorts waistband so it could not fall and was holding both sides of the towel after covering his upper body.

As the elastic in shorts is loosening up and he is having a small waist compared to my husband it's not fitting properly to him.

I apologized to him for laughing at him and for clothes shortage. I invited him for dinner and he uncomfortably sat and had his dinner.

While serving food into his plate my saree pallu kept falling down. I haven't given much attention to it as I was busy serving him dinner. But he had a great view of my cleavage through my oscillating mangalsutra?. 

After having dinner he tried to take flat for which I insisted to keep it as it is. Then I set for dinner. While he was getting up from the dining table he forgot about the shorts and standard straight and suddenly it felt down. Before it reached his thighs he caught and filled up with his left hand.

In a fleeting moment I saw his flaccid penis which he hadn't observed. My jaw dropped for a moment in a shock. It's in pink colour and almost the same size of my Pooh's hard penis and no pubic hair around. 

I came to sense after a moment and continued eating my food by avoiding eye contact with him. He cleaned his hands and went to leave the room and started messaging someone.

I have completed my dinner and kept all utensils and cutlery in the dishwasher. As guest is around and I am not getting sleep due to afternoon power nap I decided to watch TV in the living room.

Eshaan was sitting in the corner of our six seater L shape Sofa. I decided to sit in the opposite corner and started watching TV and enquired about his parents and wife. 

He was too polite and had a soft voice so I had to bend on the sofa to hear him. Which allowed him to view my curves. 

He was a little nervous and held his shorts tightly with one hand and towel ends in another hand. 

I felt pity for his struggle and decided to help him. From my mangalsutra I removed one safety pin and passed it to him. By this time again he caught the sight of my ample cleavage.

He tentatively extended his left hand by releasing the short's waistband to take the safety pin very slowly and I could see his hand was shivering. 

Then I leaned furthermore to hand over the pin without noticing my fallen pallu. Now he was able to take it from my hand and at the same time was feasting my cleavage show along with my waist curves.

As his concentration was on my cleavage he dropped the pin. As it is very small and he was unable to stand with that loose shorts I decided to kneel down and search for the safety pin. 

In this process I forgot my pallu and he was having a great show. Finally I found the pin and passed it to him while I was still in kneeled down position. He again extended his shivering left hand to take it. I sensed that he would drop this again.

So instead of handing it I asked him to stand so I can help him to clasp the shorts waistband. I moved further in kneeled down position nearer to him and insisted to stand. He hesitated for some time and then he gave up and stood straight. But cleverly held his hard on with his right hand by losing grip on the towel and held waistband tightly with his left hand.

As I am unable to clasp the shorts asked him to remove both hands from it. He closed his eyes out of embarrassment and involuntarily moved his both hands from the shorts as I was holding the waistband with my left hand which brushed against his right hand.

While he was removing his hands from shorts I came to sense that my pallu is misplaced. So I forgot about his shorts by removing my hand on his short's waistband and fixed my pallu by covering my huge melons, wrapped it around my waist and tucked the pull end near my belly button.

While fixing my pallu I my entire focus was on my saree unknowingly I moved further. After fixing the pallu I checked it one more time and moved my face up and stunned to see his dick was an inch in front of my face, in its angry erect glory. This was the closest look I had ever had of the dick.




TBC