Conservative '. wife Exposed

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 7:

With a sigh, she turned away from the door and padded back into the living room, her bare feet cold against the tiles. She could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the weight of his gaze on her exposed breasts. It was a feeling she hadn't expected, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
 
Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way to the bedroom, the echoes of their conversation playing in her mind like a tantalizing melody. She reached the bed, her body moving almost of its own accord, and began to peel away the layers of her sodden sari. The fabric clung to her skin, a testament to the rain and the passion that had been so close to igniting between them.
 
Once naked, she lay down on the cool sheets, the scent of her own arousal mingling with the faint aroma of rainwater. She couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to the man who had just left her house. "Daddy," she whispered to the empty room, her voice a soft caress in the stillness. It was a taboo word, one that sent a shiver down her spine, but it was what her body craved, what her mind had conjured in that moment of vulnerability.
 
Her fingers found their way to her clit, the sensitive nub already swollen with need. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, imagining Rahman Uncle's rough hands exploring her body, his calloused fingers bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her breath hitched as she inserted two fingers into herself, the wetness of her desire coating them easily. She pumped them in and out, her hips rising to meet her hand, her fantasy coming to life with each stroke.

 
"Daddy," she moaned, the word slipping from her lips like a forbidden sweet. She could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around her fingers, her body responding to the illicit nature of her thoughts. She picked up the pace, her other hand cupping her breast, her thumb playing with her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and guilt that only served to heighten her arousal.
 
Sameena's mind replayed the events of the night, her body acting out the scenes she had only imagined with Rahman Uncle. She pictured him on top of her, his small but potent cock driving into her with a ferocity that belied his age. His eyes, usually so kind and gentle, were now filled with a fiery lust that sent shivers down her spine. She bucked her hips, her fingers working faster, the tension building inside her like a storm waiting to break.
 
With a gasp, she reached her climax, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle her screams, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. As the last tremor of her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and sated. The rain outside had stopped, leaving only the distant rumble of thunder to remind her of the tumultuous emotions that had just played out in her living room.
 
Her breathing gradually returned to normal, and she lay there, the dampness of her own passion mingling with the lingering scent of rain on her skin. Her thoughts drifted to Jamal, her husband, and the life they had built together. But tonight, she had stepped out of that comfort zone, explored the dark, secret desires that had been festering within her. The guilt was there, a heavy weight on her chest, but it was also mixed with a strange sense of liberation.
 
Then she drifted to sleep.
The next day, the sun had barely risen over Chennai when the sharp ring of the doorbell pierced the quiet apartment. Sameena stirred in her bed, the memory of the previous night's events flashing through her mind. The sound jolted her awake, sending a thrill through her body. She threw off the covers, her naked skin feeling the cool morning air. She had slept in the nude, a habit she had picked up since her trysts with Raju began.
 
Her heart racing, she padded barefoot to the door, peering through the peephole. There he was, the object of her desires—Raju, the young, fit servant who had become so much more. She could see the surprise in his eyes as he took in her naked form, the same eyes that had been filled with a mix of awe and lust the countless times she had allowed him to gaze upon her body. Without a second thought, she unlocked the door and swung it open, the force of it pushing her back slightly.
 
"Raju," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "You're early today."


 
Raju's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his employer, her dark hair a wild mess around her flushed face, her breasts full and high from the rush of blood to her chest. He had never seen her like this before, and his surprise was clear.
 

"Sameena Madam," he stammered, his eyes flicking to the bedroom behind her. "Is everything okay?"
 
Her smile grew more seductive as she stepped aside, allowing him to enter. "Everything is perfect," she murmured, her hand sliding along his arm as she guided him into the apartment. "I just had a... vivid dream about you."
 
Sameena stepped closer, her hand sliding up his chest to cup his cheek. "Don't worry, Raju," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "You're the only one here to see me like this."
 
Raju's eyes remained wide, his body frozen with shock and arousal. Sameena leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly. His surprise melted into passion as he responded, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. His hands roamed over her naked body, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.


 
They stumbled into the bedroom, their kisses growing more frantic as they went. Sameena pushed him onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She straddled him, her slick folds brushing against his erection, sending a bolt of pleasure through his body. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. She moaned into his mouth, grinding down on him.



Her hand moved to his pants, her movements swift and sure. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, her eyes never leaving his. He watched as she removed his shirt, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath he took. She kissed her way down, her tongue tracing a wet path down his chest, teasing his nipples. He gasped as she took one into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
 
Her hand wrapped around his hard cock, her eyes widening slightly at the size of it. It was  thick and long, pulsing with need. She licked her lips, her eyes shining with excitement as she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin.
 
With a soft moan, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Raju's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed. Sameena had become a master at this, her mouth a warm, wet heaven that could bring any man to his knees. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand pumping in time with her movements.


 
The sound of her sucking filled the room, a wet, hungry noise that sent shivers down his spine. His hips bucked, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her rhythm. She took him deeper still, her eyes watering slightly with the effort, but the look of pure bliss on his face was worth it. She felt powerful, in control, as she gave him pleasure that no one else could.
 
"Madam," Raju gasped, his voice tight with need, "I'm going to cum."
 
Sameena pulled away from his cock with a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with desire. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening pussy to him. "Not yet, Raju," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "First, I need you to taste me."
 
Raju's eyes fell to her wetness, his own arousal evident in the way his cock throbbed against his stomach. He had dreamed of this moment, of tasting her sweetness, feeling her quiver beneath his tongue. With a nod, he leaned forward, his mouth watering.
 
He started with a gentle kiss, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Sameena's body tensed, her breath hitching as she waited for the touch she craved. He moved closer, his tongue tracing the edge of her pussy, teasing her clit. Her hips rolled up to meet his mouth, her moan echoing through the room. "Raju, yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.

 
Raju took her in, savoring the sweetness of her arousal. His tongue slid into her, exploring her folds, tasting her as if she were a forbidden fruit. Sameena's legs trembled, her hands fisting the bedsheets as she arched her back, pushing herself closer to his hungry mouth. "Oh, ,.'," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built within her.


 
His tongue flicked against her clit, the pressure just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She bucked her hips, her moans growing louder, her voice a symphony of need and desire. "Yes, Raju," she panted, her voice breaking on his name. "Just like that, oh yes."
 
Her fingers curled into his hair, guiding his movements as he licked and sucked her pussy with an enthusiasm that she had never felt before. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced with Jamal, raw and unbridled. Her thighs trembled as she approached the brink of climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Raju," she moaned, "you're making me cum."


 
Raju looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she could see the excitement in them as he felt her body tense. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head. "Madam," he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh, "you taste so sweet."
 
Sameena's breath hitched, and she could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building within her. "Raju," she gasped, her hips rocking against his mouth, "no more, please. I need you inside me."
 
Raju's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't hesitate. He climbed over her, his cock standing proud and wet with her juices. She watched as he positioned himself, his hands shaking slightly with nerves and desire. He slid into her, inch by inch, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in years. Her eyes widened with shock at the size of him, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan.


 
"Madam," he whispered, his voice strained, "are you okay?"
 
Sameena's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with desire. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a tremulous whisper. "Raju, I need... I need you to fuck me."
 
He nodded, his own arousal overwhelming any hesitation he might have had. He pushed himself into her, filling her completely with his thick length. She cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain, her nails digging into his back.

 
Sameena threw her head back, her body arching off the bed as he began to move, his strokes long and deep. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of desire that was music to their ears. "Raju," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it."
 
Her words spurred him on, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that she hadn't known existed. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, filling her with a warmth that spread from her core to her fingertips. "Ya ,.'," she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck me faster, Raju. Fuck me like Jamal never does."


 
Raju's eyes widened at her words, but the desire in his gaze never wavered. He obeyed her command, his body moving with a rhythm that seemed to match the beating of her heart. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their illicit union. She could feel the tension building, the pressure inside her coiling tighter with each passing moment.
 
As he neared his climax, Sameena's hand found his cock, her grip firm and sure. "Raju," she panted, her voice thick with need, "if you're going to cum, take it out. Don't cum inside me."
 
Raju's eyes snapped to hers, the intensity of his orgasm making it difficult to focus. He nodded, understanding the urgency in her voice, and pulled out of her. With a groan that seemed to come from his very soul, he watched as ropes of white-hot cum arced through the air, landing on her stomach and breasts. The heat of it made her gasp, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness spread over her skin.


 
With trembling hands, she reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table, gently wiping herself clean. The act was almost tender, a stark contrast to the raw passion that had just consumed them. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and something else—a vulnerability he hadn't seen before.
 
Raju collapsed beside her on the bed, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of regret or disgust. Instead, he found only a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste, a silent declaration of her gratitude. "Raju," she whispered against his mouth, "thank you so much."
Raju's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—pride, love, and a deep sense of duty. But he also knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat if she asked. "Madam," he said, his voice thick with unspoken feelings, "you are welcome."