21-05-2024, 02:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 21-05-2024, 02:37 PM by Cuckoldindian. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The sun had set on another hot Madurai day and the air was still warm as Thajeeba made her way to the servant's quarters. Her heart raced with anticipation and her skin tingled with excitement as she thought about the forbidden pleasure that awaited her. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but the neglect from her husband, Basheer, had left her with no other choice. The passion and desire that Pandi, the elderly servant, ignited within her were too powerful to ignore.
As she entered the small, humble room, the familiar scent of Pandi's tobacco and musk filled her lungs. He turned to face her, his gentle, wise eyes shining with a mixture of desire and apprehension. Thajeeba felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as she drank in the sight of his lean, aging body. His chest was bare, and his loose pants hung low on his hips, emphasizing his slender waist.
Without a word, she closed the distance between them, pressing her soft, curvaceous body against his. Her full breasts pressed into his chest and she felt his stiffness against her belly. Wrapping her arms around him, she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique, comforting scent.
"I've been thinking about this moment all day," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Pandi's hands rested gently on her hips, his thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waist of her saree. "As have I, my lady. I dreamt of touching you, feeling your soft skin under my fingers."
Thajeeba moaned softly, encouraging him to explore further. With trembling hands, he untied the knot of her saree, letting the bright silk fall to the ground, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in just her blouse and petticoat.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin.
She reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer as she undid the tie. His manhood sprang free, hard and thick, and she couldn't resist wrapping her hand around it, stroking him slowly.
"Please, Pandi," she breathed, "I need to feel you inside me."
Guiding him to the narrow bed, she sat on the edge, spreading her legs invitingly. Pandi knelt before her, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he leaned forward to kiss the inside of her knees. Thajeeba shuddered, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of his soft kisses trailing up her thighs.
Then, with a swift motion, he pulled her petticoat aside, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. Thajeeba bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open as she watched him lean in closer, his tongue snaking out to taste her. He flicked his tongue over her clit, making her cry out and her hips buck forward.
"Oh, Pandi, yes!" she cried, threading her fingers through his graying hair, holding him to her as he ate her with a fervor that belied his age.
His hands gripped her thighs as he devoured her, licking and sucking at her juices. Thajeeba moaned and squirmed, her breathing coming in short gasps as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm going to cum, Pandi," she whimpered, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm.
At her words, he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Thajeeba cried out, her juices flowing as a powerful orgasm racked her body. She clutched his head tightly, riding out the waves of pleasure that pulsed through her.
Pandi slowly withdrew, his face slick with her essence, a satisfied smile on his face. Thajeeba, her chest heaving, pulled him to his feet, pressing her body against his once more.
"Now, take me," she demanded, her voice throaty and full of longing.
Pandi needed no further encouragement. He lifted her, setting her down on the bed, and positioned himself between her thighs. Thajeeba reached down, guiding him to her entrance, moaning softly as he pushed inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.
He began to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting hers with steady thrusts. Thajeeba matched his rhythm, her nails digging into his back as she arched her back, offering herself to him.
"Oh, yes, Pandi, fuck me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Their movements became more urgent, their skin slick with sweat as they moved together in perfect harmony. Pandi's thrusts became harder, deeper, and Thajeeba cried out with each impact, her body welcoming the invasion.
"You feel so good, my lady," Pandi grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he lost himself in the pleasure.
Thajeeba's second orgasm built like a storm, her body tightening around him as she climbed higher and higher. Pandi felt her walls clench around his shaft and it pushed him over the edge.
"I'm cumming, Thajeeba!" he groaned, his body tensing as he filled her with his release.
Thajeeba cried out in unison, her body shaking as she came again, her juices flowing around his shaft. They rode out their shared orgasm, their bodies slick and sated, before collapsing in a heap, their chests heaving.
Thajeeba smiled, turning her head to press a kiss to Pandi's shoulder. "That was even better than I imagined," she purred.
"You take my breath away, my lady," Pandi replied, stroking her hair gently.
Little did they know, their passionate affair would soon take an unexpected turn, as their secret trysts were about to be discovered, leading them down a path of even more illicit pleasure.
Days turned into a blur of stolen moments and clandestine encounters. Thajeeba found herself seeking out Pandi at every opportunity, and their lustful affair only intensified. Basheer, her husband, remained oblivious to what was happening right under his nose, his focus solely on his work.
Their encounters followed a similar pattern: hurried meetings in the servant's quarters, where they would devour each other passionately, their longing having built up over the course of the day. Pandi would feast on Thajeeba's delicious body, his skilled tongue bringing her to climax after climax, before she would return the favor, stroking and sucking him until he spilled his seed down her throat.
Then, they would fuck. Slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being joined as one, before their passion took over and their movements became frantic and animalistic. The bed would creak and groan beneath them as they pursued pleasure, losing themselves in each other's bodies.
On one such afternoon, as Thajeeba lay sprawled across the bed, her saree in disarray, and Pandi knelt between her thighs, his tongue working its magic, they were interrupted by a sharp, startled cry.
"What the hell?!"
Thajeeba's eyes snapped open, her body stiffening as she saw Pandi's son, a young man in his early twenties, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the explicit scene before him. Thajeeba felt a moment of panic, her heart pounding in her chest, before a strange feeling of arousal took over as she realized the young man was staring at her naked body, his eyes roaming over her exposed curves.
She opened her mouth to speak, to offer some explanation, but no words came out. Instead, she felt a rush of wetness between her legs as Pandi's tongue continued its work, seemingly unhindered by the intrusion.
The young man, apparently snapping out of his shock, took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Thajeeba's body. "I... I didn't know you had company, Father," he stammered, his gaze flicking to Pandi.
Pandi, finally stopping his oral ministrations, straightened up, but made no move to cover Thajeeba's nakedness. "It seems the situation is a little... different than it appears," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Thajeeba sat up, covering her breasts with her arms, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp as she tried to regain some composure.
The young man, who introduced himself as Manoj, explained that he had come to visit his father, having just returned from college. He apologized for barging in, but his eyes still held a hint of curiosity as they darted between the two flustered lovers.
Thajeeba's initial panic began to subside, and the rush of adrenaline that had coursed through her body now transformed into something else. She felt a twinge of desire as she imagined the young man's eyes on her, and the realization of what this situation could offer sent a thrilling sensation straight to her core.
Without thinking, she lowered her arms, exposing her breasts to Manoj's hungry gaze. She watched as his eyes widened, his breath quickening, and felt a surge of power as she realized the effect she had on him.
"Perhaps," she said, her voice steady despite the erotic charge in the room, "You would like to join us."
Manoj's eyes flicked to his father, who remained silent, as if seeking his approval. Pandi gave a slight nod, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Only if you're sure, Mother," Manoj said, his eyes never leaving Thajeeba's body.
Thajeeba's breath caught in her throat at the familiar term of endearment, and any remaining hesitation melted away. She patted the bed beside her, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"I'm very sure," she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Manoj needed no further invitation. He quickly closed the distance, his eyes shining with eager anticipation. Thajeeba's pulse quickened as she watched him approach, her body responding to the raw, youthful energy he exuded.
He stood before her, his eyes raking over her naked form, and she felt a surge of confidence as she realized the power she held over these two men. With a swift movement, Manoj joined her on the bed, his hands immediately reaching for her, eager to explore.
His hands roamed over her soft skin, his touch firm and passionate. Thajeeba moaned softly, her head falling back as he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply. She felt his tongue invade her mouth, dueling with her own, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste him, exploring his mouth passionately.
Meanwhile, Pandi had moved to the end of the bed, watching the erotic scene unfold before him with a mixture of desire and pride. He stroked his shaft, already hard again, as he witnessed Thajeeba's beautiful body being worshipped by his son.
Manoj's mouth trailed down her neck, his lips sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin, eliciting a series of soft moans from Thajeeba. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her rigid nipples, causing her to squirm with pleasure.
"Your breasts are gorgeous," he murmured, his voice hoarse with arousal.
Thajeeba smiled, her hands tangling in his hair as she guided his mouth back to her waiting nipples. "They're all yours," she whispered, arching her back to offer them to him.
Manoj suckled at her breasts like a hungry babe, his tongue lapping and teeth gently nibbling, driving Thajeeba wild with desire. One of his hands slid down her flat stomach, his fingers ghosting over her wet core, making her shudder with anticipation.
"Please, Manoj, touch me," she pleaded, her hips bucking gently.
He slid his finger between her folds, collecting her essence on his fingertip. With a hungry gaze, he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it into his mouth with a groan. "You taste so good," he said, before adding, "I want to feel you around my cock."
Thajeeba's eyes widened at his boldness, but she was beyond the point of resistance. "Then what are you waiting for?" she challenged, her voice thick with desire.
Manoj quickly shed his clothes, revealing his throbbing manhood. Thajeeba's mouth watered at the sight of his thick, hard cock, and she felt a surge of excitement as she imagined it stretching her, filling her in a way Pandi couldn't.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his tip pressing against her wetness. Thajeeba held her breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she anticipated the invasion.
With a gentle but firm thrust, Manoj slid inside her, his length burying itself to the hilt. Thajeeba cried out, her back arching as she felt herself stretched around his thickness. Manoj paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size, before beginning to move, his hips snapping forward.
"Oh, gods, yes!" Thajeeba cried, her nails digging into Manoj's back as he began to piston in and out of her, his youthful stamina apparent in his relentless thrusts.
Pandi had moved closer, his eyes never leaving the erotic sight of his son's cock plunging into Thajeeba's willing body. He reached out, gently caressing Thajeeba's heaving breasts, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers, causing her to buck her hips, meeting Manoj's thrusts.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, and their moans and groans of pleasure. Manoj's pace quickened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove into Thajeeba's waiting depths.
"That's it, my lady," Pandi encouraged, his voice rough with his own desire. "Take it all."
Thajeeba felt a second orgasm building, Manoj's relentless assault on her sensitive core driving her wild. She looked up, meeting Manoj's passionate gaze, and whispered, "Cum for me."
At her words, Manoj grunted, his body tensing as he released, his warm seed spilling into her. Thajeeba cried out, her body shaking as she came with him, her pussy milking his shaft as he filled her.
Manoj collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Thajeeba smiled, her hand reaching out to gently stroke his sweat-slicked hair.
"That was incredible," he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face.
As she entered the small, humble room, the familiar scent of Pandi's tobacco and musk filled her lungs. He turned to face her, his gentle, wise eyes shining with a mixture of desire and apprehension. Thajeeba felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as she drank in the sight of his lean, aging body. His chest was bare, and his loose pants hung low on his hips, emphasizing his slender waist.
Without a word, she closed the distance between them, pressing her soft, curvaceous body against his. Her full breasts pressed into his chest and she felt his stiffness against her belly. Wrapping her arms around him, she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique, comforting scent.
"I've been thinking about this moment all day," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Pandi's hands rested gently on her hips, his thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waist of her saree. "As have I, my lady. I dreamt of touching you, feeling your soft skin under my fingers."
Thajeeba moaned softly, encouraging him to explore further. With trembling hands, he untied the knot of her saree, letting the bright silk fall to the ground, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in just her blouse and petticoat.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin.
She reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer as she undid the tie. His manhood sprang free, hard and thick, and she couldn't resist wrapping her hand around it, stroking him slowly.
"Please, Pandi," she breathed, "I need to feel you inside me."
Guiding him to the narrow bed, she sat on the edge, spreading her legs invitingly. Pandi knelt before her, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he leaned forward to kiss the inside of her knees. Thajeeba shuddered, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of his soft kisses trailing up her thighs.
Then, with a swift motion, he pulled her petticoat aside, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. Thajeeba bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open as she watched him lean in closer, his tongue snaking out to taste her. He flicked his tongue over her clit, making her cry out and her hips buck forward.
"Oh, Pandi, yes!" she cried, threading her fingers through his graying hair, holding him to her as he ate her with a fervor that belied his age.
His hands gripped her thighs as he devoured her, licking and sucking at her juices. Thajeeba moaned and squirmed, her breathing coming in short gasps as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm going to cum, Pandi," she whimpered, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm.
At her words, he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Thajeeba cried out, her juices flowing as a powerful orgasm racked her body. She clutched his head tightly, riding out the waves of pleasure that pulsed through her.
Pandi slowly withdrew, his face slick with her essence, a satisfied smile on his face. Thajeeba, her chest heaving, pulled him to his feet, pressing her body against his once more.
"Now, take me," she demanded, her voice throaty and full of longing.
Pandi needed no further encouragement. He lifted her, setting her down on the bed, and positioned himself between her thighs. Thajeeba reached down, guiding him to her entrance, moaning softly as he pushed inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.
He began to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting hers with steady thrusts. Thajeeba matched his rhythm, her nails digging into his back as she arched her back, offering herself to him.
"Oh, yes, Pandi, fuck me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Their movements became more urgent, their skin slick with sweat as they moved together in perfect harmony. Pandi's thrusts became harder, deeper, and Thajeeba cried out with each impact, her body welcoming the invasion.
"You feel so good, my lady," Pandi grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he lost himself in the pleasure.
Thajeeba's second orgasm built like a storm, her body tightening around him as she climbed higher and higher. Pandi felt her walls clench around his shaft and it pushed him over the edge.
"I'm cumming, Thajeeba!" he groaned, his body tensing as he filled her with his release.
Thajeeba cried out in unison, her body shaking as she came again, her juices flowing around his shaft. They rode out their shared orgasm, their bodies slick and sated, before collapsing in a heap, their chests heaving.
Thajeeba smiled, turning her head to press a kiss to Pandi's shoulder. "That was even better than I imagined," she purred.
"You take my breath away, my lady," Pandi replied, stroking her hair gently.
Little did they know, their passionate affair would soon take an unexpected turn, as their secret trysts were about to be discovered, leading them down a path of even more illicit pleasure.
Days turned into a blur of stolen moments and clandestine encounters. Thajeeba found herself seeking out Pandi at every opportunity, and their lustful affair only intensified. Basheer, her husband, remained oblivious to what was happening right under his nose, his focus solely on his work.
Their encounters followed a similar pattern: hurried meetings in the servant's quarters, where they would devour each other passionately, their longing having built up over the course of the day. Pandi would feast on Thajeeba's delicious body, his skilled tongue bringing her to climax after climax, before she would return the favor, stroking and sucking him until he spilled his seed down her throat.
Then, they would fuck. Slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being joined as one, before their passion took over and their movements became frantic and animalistic. The bed would creak and groan beneath them as they pursued pleasure, losing themselves in each other's bodies.
On one such afternoon, as Thajeeba lay sprawled across the bed, her saree in disarray, and Pandi knelt between her thighs, his tongue working its magic, they were interrupted by a sharp, startled cry.
"What the hell?!"
Thajeeba's eyes snapped open, her body stiffening as she saw Pandi's son, a young man in his early twenties, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the explicit scene before him. Thajeeba felt a moment of panic, her heart pounding in her chest, before a strange feeling of arousal took over as she realized the young man was staring at her naked body, his eyes roaming over her exposed curves.
She opened her mouth to speak, to offer some explanation, but no words came out. Instead, she felt a rush of wetness between her legs as Pandi's tongue continued its work, seemingly unhindered by the intrusion.
The young man, apparently snapping out of his shock, took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Thajeeba's body. "I... I didn't know you had company, Father," he stammered, his gaze flicking to Pandi.
Pandi, finally stopping his oral ministrations, straightened up, but made no move to cover Thajeeba's nakedness. "It seems the situation is a little... different than it appears," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Thajeeba sat up, covering her breasts with her arms, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp as she tried to regain some composure.
The young man, who introduced himself as Manoj, explained that he had come to visit his father, having just returned from college. He apologized for barging in, but his eyes still held a hint of curiosity as they darted between the two flustered lovers.
Thajeeba's initial panic began to subside, and the rush of adrenaline that had coursed through her body now transformed into something else. She felt a twinge of desire as she imagined the young man's eyes on her, and the realization of what this situation could offer sent a thrilling sensation straight to her core.
Without thinking, she lowered her arms, exposing her breasts to Manoj's hungry gaze. She watched as his eyes widened, his breath quickening, and felt a surge of power as she realized the effect she had on him.
"Perhaps," she said, her voice steady despite the erotic charge in the room, "You would like to join us."
Manoj's eyes flicked to his father, who remained silent, as if seeking his approval. Pandi gave a slight nod, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Only if you're sure, Mother," Manoj said, his eyes never leaving Thajeeba's body.
Thajeeba's breath caught in her throat at the familiar term of endearment, and any remaining hesitation melted away. She patted the bed beside her, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"I'm very sure," she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Manoj needed no further invitation. He quickly closed the distance, his eyes shining with eager anticipation. Thajeeba's pulse quickened as she watched him approach, her body responding to the raw, youthful energy he exuded.
He stood before her, his eyes raking over her naked form, and she felt a surge of confidence as she realized the power she held over these two men. With a swift movement, Manoj joined her on the bed, his hands immediately reaching for her, eager to explore.
His hands roamed over her soft skin, his touch firm and passionate. Thajeeba moaned softly, her head falling back as he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply. She felt his tongue invade her mouth, dueling with her own, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste him, exploring his mouth passionately.
Meanwhile, Pandi had moved to the end of the bed, watching the erotic scene unfold before him with a mixture of desire and pride. He stroked his shaft, already hard again, as he witnessed Thajeeba's beautiful body being worshipped by his son.
Manoj's mouth trailed down her neck, his lips sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin, eliciting a series of soft moans from Thajeeba. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her rigid nipples, causing her to squirm with pleasure.
"Your breasts are gorgeous," he murmured, his voice hoarse with arousal.
Thajeeba smiled, her hands tangling in his hair as she guided his mouth back to her waiting nipples. "They're all yours," she whispered, arching her back to offer them to him.
Manoj suckled at her breasts like a hungry babe, his tongue lapping and teeth gently nibbling, driving Thajeeba wild with desire. One of his hands slid down her flat stomach, his fingers ghosting over her wet core, making her shudder with anticipation.
"Please, Manoj, touch me," she pleaded, her hips bucking gently.
He slid his finger between her folds, collecting her essence on his fingertip. With a hungry gaze, he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it into his mouth with a groan. "You taste so good," he said, before adding, "I want to feel you around my cock."
Thajeeba's eyes widened at his boldness, but she was beyond the point of resistance. "Then what are you waiting for?" she challenged, her voice thick with desire.
Manoj quickly shed his clothes, revealing his throbbing manhood. Thajeeba's mouth watered at the sight of his thick, hard cock, and she felt a surge of excitement as she imagined it stretching her, filling her in a way Pandi couldn't.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his tip pressing against her wetness. Thajeeba held her breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she anticipated the invasion.
With a gentle but firm thrust, Manoj slid inside her, his length burying itself to the hilt. Thajeeba cried out, her back arching as she felt herself stretched around his thickness. Manoj paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size, before beginning to move, his hips snapping forward.
"Oh, gods, yes!" Thajeeba cried, her nails digging into Manoj's back as he began to piston in and out of her, his youthful stamina apparent in his relentless thrusts.
Pandi had moved closer, his eyes never leaving the erotic sight of his son's cock plunging into Thajeeba's willing body. He reached out, gently caressing Thajeeba's heaving breasts, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers, causing her to buck her hips, meeting Manoj's thrusts.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, and their moans and groans of pleasure. Manoj's pace quickened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove into Thajeeba's waiting depths.
"That's it, my lady," Pandi encouraged, his voice rough with his own desire. "Take it all."
Thajeeba felt a second orgasm building, Manoj's relentless assault on her sensitive core driving her wild. She looked up, meeting Manoj's passionate gaze, and whispered, "Cum for me."
At her words, Manoj grunted, his body tensing as he released, his warm seed spilling into her. Thajeeba cried out, her body shaking as she came with him, her pussy milking his shaft as he filled her.
Manoj collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Thajeeba smiled, her hand reaching out to gently stroke his sweat-slicked hair.
"That was incredible," he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face.
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