Adultery Rich, hot, haughty married women trapped by old dirty cunning care taker (completed)

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Sitting Inside the guest house, peeking through the gap of window curtains, Narsingh saw Mahima was wearing a white shirt and no bra inside. Her boobs were freely undulating, and it was evident that she wasn't wearing any bra.  Narsingh could tell she had just finished her shower, barely dried her hair and come to the roof to catch the dying midday sun, grabbing whatever was available in her sight to cover her body to complete this chore.  Her freshly showered, messy hair held up in a bunch on the top of her head. Drop by drop, water dripped from that bun, dribbling along her neck and disappearing inside her shirt, soaking her white tees from inside. She gave each wet clothes a jerk before spreading it on the rope.  Each snapping, winnowing, and pulling off the wet clothes made the water droplets fly outwards, breaking the surface tension, and most of those landed on Mahima's opulent breasts.

Narsingh could not believe what he was watching. With each passing second, Mahima was thoroughly and gradually dampening her round tits.  Narsingh sat there and gawked how those perfect pairs of heavy tits bounced and wavered. By the time Mahima was done with her errand, Narsingh could write down the diameter of her areola, tell the color of her nipples, and draw the entire shape of her supple boobs by looking at Mahima's doused bosom area. He could even guess how much those weighted the way her wet shirt was hugging her ripe racks.   To Narsingh's amazement, the 32 year old woman was absolutely clueless and unbothered by her semi-nudity. Her treasury was out in the open, and she was not concerned that somebody could be lusting over it. Narsingh guessed Mahima had no idea how sexy she was. He was wrong !!!!

Who is this Mahima and what is she doing in the guest house ?



As Narsingh is trying to trap these two rich hot haughty married women, lets dwell into his past and discover another tale of a helpless woman caught in the severe thunderstorm and then trapped by the old wily dirty watch man in the guise of offering her shelter for the night



Mahima is an aspiring 32 year old beautiful model trying to get her foothold in the ever luring and glamorous Bollywood industry.  Long story short.. she was deceived by a broker, in the name of offering her an important role in a B grade movie, she was sent to the forest near the guest house for film shooting , after looking at the settings and casting Mahima understood this is an adult movie and she somehow escaped from the shooting spot and came running near the guest house.

Under the pouring rain, Mahima sought refuge in an under-construction building. Her hair was drenched, dark strands clinging to her face, and her clothes clung to her body, accentuating her feminine curves. The sleeveless deep-cut blouse she wore revealed a hint of her delicate collarbones, while her saree, soaked and transparent, clung below her navel, enhancing her sensual appeal.    As Mahima tried to find solace in the abandoned building, her eyes met those of a 70-year-old dirty looking man. His rugged appearance, weathered by the hardships of life, did little to hide the intrigue in his gaze. Curiosity sparked within him as he approached her cautiously, his tattered clothes damp from the rain. 

   



They stood there, captivated by each other's presence, momentarily forgetting the world around them. The sound of the rain formed a symphony in the background, creating an intimate ambiance.   Narsingh spoke first, his voice gravelly yet gentle, "You seem lost in this storm, madam. May I offer you shelter?"   Mahima, her voice soft and tinged with vulnerability, replied, "Thank you, kind sir. The rain caught me by surprise, and I sought refuge here. I never expected to find someone amidst this desolate place."   Narsingh's eyes crinkled in a weathered smile as he motioned towards a partially sheltered area in the building. "Come, let's find a drier spot. We can wait out the storm together."   They moved deeper into the building, their footsteps echoing against the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as their conversation flowed effortlessly. 





Mahima shared stories of her adventures in getting a foothold in film industry. Narsingh, in turn, regaled her with tales of his life on the streets, painting a vivid picture of survival and resilience and now working in the nearby guest house as a care taker.   As they spoke, a bond formed between them, transcending the boundaries of their respective backgrounds. The allure of their connection grew, fuelled by the intense chemistry that simmered beneath the surface. Their eyes locked in a silent agreement, an unspoken desire that could no longer be ignored.   Raindrops continued to fall outside, creating a symphony of sensuality within the building. 



The world around them seemed to fade away as Narsingh leaned in, his breath warm against Mahima's skin. The subtle touch of his hand on her waist sent shivers down her spine, electrifying her senses. Lost in the throes of a forbidden desire, in that moment, time stood still as Mahima and Narsingh discovered an intense connection that surpassed societal boundaries. The under-construction building and adjacent guest house became their sanctuary, witnessing the collision of two souls in a moment of raw and undeniable passion, fueled by the electricity of the rain and the unspoken understanding between them.  

As the intensity of rain reduced a bit, Narsingh offered her shelter in the nearby guest house

“Grand daughter, you can stay in the nearby guest house for the night, I am working as care taker there”

She saw genuine concern in that old man’s eyes. However dirty and disgusting he may look, but his heart seems pure. Working as a budding actress , she can read the expressions and emotions behind the eyes and face.. Calling her as grand daughter has rekindled her lost and forgotten family bonding and the ever loving old grandpa who always had cautioned the young girl about the vulnerabilities and the dangers in the society .. 



“Grandpa.. I am so happy that I could get a shelter for tonight and thanks a lot for calling me as your grand daughter”

Little did she know at that time, the vulnerabilities exist beyond the film industry.

As its completely dark, he showed her the way out of that forbidden building and took her to the adjacent posh looking guest house.

By the time they reached the gate of the guest house, her pink saree was totally soaked and her white bra and brown panties could be seen clearly.  Watching her totally soaked in rain revealing her white bra and brown panties, the old watchman who was opening the gates, in the name of being concerned about her, “madam, you are totally soaked, why don’t you come to my hut and dry your saree and go,” he told.  “Your white bra and brown panties are wet as well, why don’t you come to my hut and remove your bra and panties and dry them and go, you can wear my daughter’s sari and blouse?”



Ignoring the horny old watchman, she started running towards the guest house in the pouring rain, with pink sari, pink blouse, and pink petticoat totally soaked in rain, and even her white bra and brown panties totally soaked in rain.  

Narsingh followed her to the guest house and opened the guest bed room in the ground floor and offered her to stay here and he told he will get his daughter’s sari and blouse and also get her some dinner.  Mahima doesn’t have any other option except saying ok. As the old man was walking back to his nearby hut limping, she was immersed in deep thoughts.. can I trust this old man ? one moment he would show lot of concern and talk sweetly and another moment he would talk about my wet clothes and even innerwear ? how can he talk like that ? perhaps being a old villager he may not know the nuances of talking to a woman

Narsingh came out with his daughter’s dress and some hot food. Mahima felt happy and took shower and changed into the dress given by Narsingh without any inners as her inners are still wet. She found out the room’s inside latch is not working. She wouldn’t know that’s the ploy the old wily watchman employs to trap the lonely woman in the guest house.

After eating the food given by the watchman, Mahima asked him if there are rooms on the first floor as the room assigned to her cant be locked from inside.

“beti.. don’t worry, I will also be in the guest house. The first floor rooms are assigned to some other guests and they will come around mid night (it’s a lie) and I need to be here to receive them. You don’t worry about the door lock, I will be outside and you will be safe beti”

Mahima felt secured with that assurance that he will also be in the guest house.

Mahima left to her and slept on the bed.. recollecting the days events and the near miss she had in the forest.. she drifted into the sleep with those thoughts

After many years of having sexual contact with a woman, Narsingh’s body longed for a woman's body again. When he saw Mahima's beautiful body in the light today, his cock was getting erect to enter Mahima's tiny cunt at any cost.  He wanted to enter her thigh. Before the dawn..  he started thinking of a way to trap Mahima in his trap and force her to come to him as herself and force him to have sex with her. Thinking like this, the old man opened the door of Mahima's room and entered. Mahima was lying comfortably on the bed. The old man came near the bed looking at the beautiful Mahima lying like a nymph on the bed. Mahima was lying on one side of the bed. The bed was big enough to fit four people,  the  watchman  happily came on the bed and slept next to Mahima. (This is luck. A watchman who used to sleep on the floor every day, today was sleeping on the softest bed. Next to him was a beautiful woman who was four times younger than his age. 

The old man is wearing only a lungi.  As she fell into deep sleep and snoring, he bathed in Mahima's bathroom using her soaps so his body odor was a little less. Mahima is sleeping on her left side. The old man was squinting at her back in the light. Thus, the watchman   who was lying beside her looking at her rear body wanted to hug and caress her lovely body. But he remained silent because he is afraid of what Mahima would do. The sleeping old man couldn't take it any longer, looking at Mahima's beautiful curves from above her cloth. The old man slowly crawled close to Mahima. Her body smelled of the soap she had used. The old man now brought his face close to her neck and smelled her hair.

The scent of her womanhood turned the old man on even more. It is difficult for him to control. Taking courage, he gently moved her hair with his hand. The bare back of her neck came before his eyes on the top of her shirt. Nuzzling the nape of her neck, he slowly placed his lips there and placed a small kiss. Mahima didn't wake up even when the old man kissed the back of her neck. 

Emboldened, the old man now extended his giant reptilian tongue and started licking the back of Mahima's neck. As the old man lustily licked the back of Mahima's neck, his dick was saluting his new sex partner Mahima's back inside his lungi. Even so, Mahima did not wake up from her sleep. The  watchman took courage and put one hand on her waist and pulled her towards him.

He placed his right leg on Mahima's hip and hugged her tightly from behind. The old man's courage increased. Mahima was wearing black color sari and red color blouse which he gave to her. Luckily for the old man, she was not wearing panty and as they wet. Now the watch man is biting Mahima's right ear from behind, licking part of the ear with his tongue, and started rubbing her flat stomach above her sari with one hand. 

He moved his hand up and grabbed her boobs above her blouse. He is pressing her hips on the cloth from behind. Now he slowly slipped his left hand inside her sari from behind. The old man was now kissing and licking Mahima's ears and neck with his mouth, holding her boobs in his right hand and creasing her delicate buttocks with his left hand. He is now grinding her buttocks with his hips and started massaging the two boobs one by one.




Mahima who is sleeping felt something happening. But she perceived in her dream that she was being abused in the film shooting, she couldn’t come out of those haunting moments.   But in reality it was the watchman who was playing with her body and boobs. Mahima said in her sleep, "Grandpa, thank you for saving me from that lustful dangerous gang" she whispered. The watchman got scared and became quiet for a moment as she might wake up any time. Realizing that Mahima was talking in her sleep, the watchman now slowly moved her blouse up a little after unhooking her bottom two hooks and put his finger inside her navel and rubbing all the way up till her bottom of boobs. He moved her blouse up further, nibbling her small navel in the process.

Mahima's two massive boobs have now come out. The old man put his hands on those two boobs and started squeezing them one after the other. At this point Mahima's pussy started to leak juice. She was thinking that all these happening in her dream. Mahima is getting hot for the old man's foreplay. So, the old man spent 10 minutes playing with her soft tender body. He slowly moved his hand down while playing with her boobs. Now rubbing her buttocks with his left hand and gently squeezing her soft belly and surrounding area with his right hand, biting her neck lustfully. Mahima is enjoying the old man's action, thinking that it is all a dream. The old man moved down the hand that is rubbing her stomach.

He moved further down and put his hand inside her sari. It was as if the old man had been hit by a lottery. Mahima didn't wear panty inside. The old man had a smile on his face. Because he got Mahima's pussy without any hindrance. As soon as he got her pussy in his hand, the old man became passionately lustful and bit her neck once, leaving a tooth mark. Mahima opened her little mouth in her sleep and said, "Ah, Grandpa, don't bite." The old man heard her and thought in his mind. "Granddaughter, this is just the beginning. I don't know where I will bite you today."  He understood she must be having a dream about her miraculous escape and she developed some soft corner on him for offering her shelter for night as the rain is still persistent.

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