Adultery Sameema the house wife

[Cuckoldindian]

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It was a hot Monday morning in Madurai, India. The sun was beating down mercilessly, but that didn't stop Thajeeba from donning her favorite silk saree. She knew it clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her full breasts and round ass. Thajeeba was a traditional Indian wife, always loyal to her husband, Basheer. But Basheer was a workaholic and often neglected her sexual needs. She was tired of their mundane sex life and longed for something more exciting, something that would make her feel desirable again. That's why she decided to take matters into her own hands and seduce their elderly servant, Pandi.
Thajeeba knew that Pandi had been working for them since before she was even married. He was a loyal and dedicated servant, always tending to their every need. And although he was old, she found herself attracted to his wise and gentle demeanor. She knew that he had probably not had sex in years, maybe even decades, and she wanted to change that.
As she walked down the stairs, the soft fabric of her saree brushing against her skin, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The saree was a deep crimson red, adorned with intricate gold borders. The blouse was cut low, revealing her ample cleavage, and the skirt clung tightly to her hips, showcasing her hourglass figure. She had left her black hair open, with loose curls that fell seductively over her shoulders. A subtle hint of perfume lingered in the air, a mixture of jasmine and sandalwood.
Pandi was working in the garden when Thajeeba approached him. He was shirtless, his weathered skin glistening with perspiration. She could see the definition of his muscles, despite his age, and a light dusting of gray hair on his chest. As he looked up and saw her, a shy smile appeared on his face.
"Good morning, Thajeeba," he said, his voice rough and gravelly. "You look... beautiful today."
Thajeeba felt a flush of pleasure at the compliment. "Thank you, Pandi," she replied, her voice soft and low. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
She led him inside the house, away from the prying eyes of the neighborhood. The cool interior of the house provided some relief from the sweltering heat outside. Thajeeba offered him a glass of water, which he accepted gratefully. As he drank, she noticed his strong, calloused hands and the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"Pandi, I know this may be inappropriate, but I have something I want to confess to you," she began, her heart pounding in her chest. "I have been feeling very... unsatisfied lately. My husband, he works too much and doesn't seem to notice me anymore."
Pandi's eyes softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, Thajeeba. I know that feeling all too well."
She took a bold step forward and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I want to feel desired again, Pandi. I want to feel the touch of a man who appreciates me. And I think that man could be you."
A look of surprise crossed Pandi's face, followed by a hint of desire. "Oh, Thajeeba... I don't know what to say. I am an old man, and you are a beautiful, young woman."
Thajeeba smiled seductively. "Age doesn't matter to me, Pandi. What matters is how you make me feel. And right now, all I can think about is your strong hands touching me, caressing my body."
Without waiting for a response, she moved closer and pressed her body against his. She felt the hardness of his muscles against her soft curves, and a tingle ran through her body. Her hands roamed up and down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. Then, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Take me to your bedroom, Pandi. I want you to show me what a real man can do."
Pandi didn't need any more encouragement. He swept Thajeeba off her feet and carried her to his modest quarters behind the main house. The room was simple, with a small bed, a table, and a chair. But to Thajeeba, it felt like a sanctuary of forbidden pleasures.
He placed her gently on the bed and stood back, his eyes devouring her like a man starving for a taste of honey. Thajeeba slowly removed the pins from her hair, letting her dark tresses fall around her shoulders. Then, with deliberate slowness, she began to untie the knots of her saree, letting the fabric fall away, inch by inch, revealing her delicate lace lingerie.
Pandi's breath quickened as he watched the erotic striptease. His lust-filled eyes took in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of the lacy bra, the flat plane of her stomach, and the hint of her pussy peeking out from between her thighs. Thajeeba hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and, with a sultry smile, slowly pulled them down, stepping out of them and leaving herself completely naked.
"Come here, Pandi," she beckoned, her voice thick with desire. "Let me show you what a real woman feels like."
Pandi shed his clothes eagerly, revealing his lean, weathered body. His cock stood erect, thick and veiny, with a purpled head that glistened with pre-cum. Thajeeba licked her lips as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of it. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, as she leaned in and took one of his large, brown nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
A soft moan escaped Pandi's lips as he felt her wet mouth on his nipple and her soft hand stroking his cock. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he was finally touching and tasting a woman after so many years. He let out a sharp gasp as Thajeeba scbangd her teeth gently against his sensitive flesh.
Thajeeba continued her oral exploration, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached the object of her desire. She gazed up at him with hooded eyes as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of him. She sucked gently, then plunged down, taking more of him into her warm, wet mouth.
Pandi's hips bucked instinctively as Thajeeba deep-throated him, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with lust, as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently, as her mouth worked its magic.
"Oh, Thajeeba... you're amazing," Pandi groaned, running his fingers through her hair. "I can't believe I'm finally fucking you."
Thajeeba hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers up Pandi's shaft. She sucked harder, using her tongue to lick and tease the sensitive underside of his cock. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel it explosion on her tongue and down her throat. She wanted to hear him lose control.
As if reading her mind, Pandi's body began to tense, and he let out a string of curses. "Fuck, Thajeeba... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum in your mouth."
Thajeeba moaned in satisfaction as she felt his cock pulse and throb in her mouth. She sucked hard, milking him for all he was worth, as he exploded with a roar, shooting his hot load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, reveling in the taste of his release.
Pandi collapsed back on the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Thajeeba crawled up beside him, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She ran her hand gently over his chest and smiled mischievously.
"That was just the beginning, Pandi," she whispered. "Now, it's my turn to feel that big cock inside me."
To be continued...