Adultery Tales of bored house wives (50th Episode)

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As more clients are showing interest in her advisory services, Amrutha decided to move to a posh location where it would be easy to develop business and also as Aparna family men are regularly coming , she wanted to shift to a bigger flat in posh location. Anyway Neeraj gave her good fees already.

With the help of Aparna madam , she  arranged a Packer and movers to shift all thing to new apartment.  She didn’t know that Aparna’s plans to get them fucked by her boys and shoot the proceedings which she can use in future

Amrutha went outside on client visit and Kajal is at home to take care of the moving.

Finally after reaching the new flat,  Kajal  opened the door to her new apartment and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally," she thought, "Time to relax..."

The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier, musty smell of her old apartment. Kajal held a cardboard box with all her more intimate belongings – the kinds of things she wouldn't want the movers to find if they 'accidentally' took a peek inside the box labelled "PERSONAL" with large black marker.

"That'd give them too much of a thrill," Kajal smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before, and immediately she knew she had to have it. The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter-space. A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opposite, and nearby led into her new bedroom – white walls and spacious floor waiting to be filled. Kajal stepped into the empty bedroom, the "PERSONAL" box cradled in her arms.

The movers weren't due to arrive for another hour, and in the meantime Kajal had little else to do. She had taken the day off.  So she could set up her new apartment, and without her computer to update her blog or even a couch to daydream on she had nothing left except to wait for the rest of her things to come in.

Kajal looked down at her box and stroked the edges pensively. "Hmmm, I guess it wouldn't hurt..." she murmured. She glanced around the empty apartment, a grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. "I'll just take a peek till those guys get here..."

She closed the door to her new bedroom sat down, and opened it. Inside she found a few of her tank tops, tight blue jeans, mid thigh-length skirts, thin socks, and other bits of clothing. Kajal wore those kinds of clothes whenever she could – her more-than handfuls of breasts felt so snug in her tight tank tops, and her jeans hugged her ass perfectly. Others definitely noticed as she sauntered along the streets in a short skirt .

But that was just a cover for her real treasures. Pawing aside the upper layers of clothes, Kajal pulled out a lacy pink thong. The dainty thing wrapped around her fingers like a silky string, and she sighed – She hadn't gotten to wear it for anyone lately. Her work demanded most of her time, and combined with the rigors of being an aspiring author and maintaining an online blog for the masses, she was just too busy to find herself some guy to show off how sexy she looked with a little pink thong on - and nothing else.

"Oh well," Kajal thought with a shrug, "I know I'll still enjoy it."

With a catfish grin Kajal stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt, and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her.

Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kajal had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

Inspired, Kajal put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long – just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the clit simulator in slow deliberate circles.



"Hmmm... If only you were real..." Kajal mused, stroking her finger down and over the bulbous head. She imagined it belonging to the strong man in the photo, tall and fit, his cock ready to fuck her at just the sight of her shaking her ass in her pink lacy thong.

"Mmmm..." She thought of how he would want her so bad that she would feel it in his gaze, feel it in his grip around her waist, and that he wouldn't hesitate to push her to the floor and take her like an animal. Her panties were getting moist at the thought, and when she lifted up her little skirt she could see the light pink fabric darkening with her juices...

Kajal began to move the toy along her wet pussy, a little tease as she imagined the man rubbing his cock up and down her aching slit. "Naughty girl, getting fucked on the bedroom floor..." She pulled her panties aside, imagining her dainty hand was his instead, pulling away the light protection of fabric with rough and powerful fingers that grazed her soft inner thighs. She could see his muscles tensing, readying to thrust inside her hot and ready pussy as she pressed the toy into her tight pussy

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Kajal shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

"Shit, the movers," Kajal thought, "They must have come early!" Carefully, she smoothed her skirt down over herself and brushed at her bedhead hair with her hand before stamping to the door. "God damn, they were supposed to be here in an hour... ughhhh!" Kajal gripped the knob and threw open the door, but her glare melted. Three men stood in the doorway, looking down at her.

"Are you Miss Kajal?" The man in front (Pranay) asked.

"Yeah... That's me..."

"Looks like you have some furniture to move in," The man looked down at his clipboard, "Single-piece couch, table, some dining room chairs, king-sized bed plus headboard, and assorted cardboard boxes – Is that right Miss Kajal?"

"Umm, yes, that's right."

"Alright then," He looked back and motioned to his two partners (Anil, Vinay) who disappeared down the steps, "My associates will start moving up your things while you show me where you'll have them."

Kajal stared at the man blankly for a moment before starting, "Uh, Sure! Yes, thank you! I, well, let me show you around then!" She quickly turned back around, trying to hide her warming face.

"Oh my God! They are sooo hot!"

Kajal gave the foreman a tour of her apartment, glancing back at him constantly. She pointed to one corner of the living room and the other, her eyes scanning over his muscled arms and strong chest whenever he pointed in turn. They were no doubt developed from his job lifting furniture all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, ushering him in before her so she could check him out from behind. She rubbed her thighs together when she saw his ass and legs, his body so taut and developed that she could see it through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When he turned to the side to look over the room, her eyes immediately fell down to his crotch, which bulged even then with his manhood.

"Pretty big, isn't it?" He said.



Kajal jumped, her face red. "W-what?"

"No problem – we can fit your bed in here just fine," He continued looking around the room as Kajal let out a little puff of air that had gotten caught in her chest. "I've got to get myself a boyfriend with a cock like that... God, I'm too horny right now for my own good..." Kajal reflected, trying to keep her eyes off the foreman's package. She kept glancing back despite her best efforts.

There was a shuffling in the living room. Kajal looked around and saw the other two moving men, quite buff and toned almost as much as the foreman, carrying her large couch in as easily as if it were an empty cardboard box.

"Where'll we put it?" One of them asked.

"Mmm, the places you men could put it..." Snapping out of her lusty daydreams, Kajal managed to point, "Um, right there is good for now."

The two men put the couch down and went back downstairs while the foreman stayed with Kajal. Her knees were feeling weak just by standing next to the man. She could feel his heat even from a foot away.

"This is a pretty nice apartment you've got," he said, "Excited about moving in?"

"Oh yeah - yeah, I'm pretty excited," Kajal replied.

"We're usually having to move refrigerators and cabinets and cat trees for little old ladies that smell like naphthalene balls, so this'll be a nice change of pace for once."

Kajal laughed, "naphthalene balls?"

He smiled, "Yeah – could hear 'em rattling around in everything we were moving. Couldn't get the smell out of my clothes for days."

"Haha, well I don't think you'll have to worry about picking up a bad smell here – no naphthalene balls or cats for me!"

"I'll take your word for it. Seems to smell rather nice in here, actually," he flashed Kajal a sidelong glance. She felt herself blush even harder.

"So, uh, what's your name?" Kajal suddenly found the need to brush her hair back and study the hardwood floor.

"Name's Pranay, Miss Saran ," he said.

"Ah, then you can call me Kajal, Pranay," she extended her hand politely.

"Well then Kajal, it is a pleasure to meet you," he reached forward and took hold of her hand. Kajal watched her dainty hand disappear in his firm, electric grasp. They shook, he barely moving yet Kajal felt his strength all through her arm. She thought her knees might buckle.

She was relieved to hear the two other moving men enter the living room again. "Pranay," said one of them with a box under each arm, "in the time you've spent talking up the pretty lady you could've emptied out half the truck!"

"Yeah," the other grunted as he set down a large box, "bet she's tired of you trying to oogle the goods instead of helping us move 'em!"

Kajal really blushed then, but Pranay just laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll help you pansies out," he turned back towards Kajal and hiked his thumb over his shoulder, "See what I get to work with? They still won't forgive me about those naphthalene balls." Kajal smiled, and Pranay turned around and disappeared out the door.

Kajal felt much better about being interrupted then – this show was better than photos for sure! Kajal leaned in the bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts, watching the men work. Steadily, the bare apartment filled with her things – lamps, chairs, rolled up carpets, and countless cardboard boxes.

The two other men trudged into the room with her heavy computer desk between them as Pranay brought up two large boxes perched on either shoulder. Kajal noticed the other men were more heavily built than Pranay – they were stockier, their legs and arms knotted with muscles, while Pranay's build was more lengthy and toned. Kajal couldn't keep her eyes off them, and her thoughts drifted to how they would look without their grey work shirts covering their sweat-slick chests...

Kajal was snapped out of her reverie as Pranay approached. The other men thumped her refrigerator down behind the kitchen counter, and the rest of the room was filled with her things already.

"So," Pranay said, "That seems to be just about everything, Miss Kajal. Just the bed left to move in, but that shouldn't be a problem" His confident voice made Kajal melt. It was the kind of voice that Kajal imagined whispering in her ear on her many boy friendless nights...

"Really? I thought I had more things..." "Damn it, I wish I had more!" Kajal entertained the idea of taking a hasty trip to the furniture store – she was sure they were on the brink of taking off their shirts for real.

"Nope, though I wouldn't mind if you did have more," He stretched his arms out and rolled his head, "It's not every day we get to work for such a lovely lady as yourself."

"Hehe, thank you. I try to be pretty, ya know?" She felt giddy around Pranay – he'd be populating her fantasies for nights to come, she was sure.

"Naw, you don't have to try I'd say," he looked around the freshly moved-in spinster's apartment, "I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh?"

"Boyfriend? Ha! Haven't had one of those for a while," Kajal said, with just a hint of bitterness.  "Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one, hmm?"



Pranay laughed, "No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!"

Kajal shook her head, "Mm-mm. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me."

"Oh, don't be too sure," Pranay said, "I'm sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, Kajal."

Kajal smiled – she was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again.

"Looks like they've got your bed. I should probably go help them – they'll get cranky if I don't." Kajal opened her mouth but Pranay dashed out the door before she could say anything. "Damn," she huffed, smoothing out her skirt for the second time that night.

The three men entered Kajal's apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Kajal's bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained, muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Kajal's benefit... The thought made her rub her legs together – she stepped behind her large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot again.

They positioned the bed with a loud thump. Some how they were able to bring the large bed all up in one piece, a feat which further impressed Kajal. All three men left the room again, Pranay giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not wanting them to be leaving so soon, and pulled her black sheets from the box.

"God..." She breathed, revelling in how those men hoisted her huge bed into her apartment, along with all her other things. Soon her dark sheets were lain out over the bed, as well as her pillows – A soft black island in a pale white room.

Kajal heard front door close firmly and heavy familiar footsteps thumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, Pranay's more boyish-tone distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. "Oh, they'll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough", she thought, rubbing her legs together, "if only just for me and my little toy..."

She sat at the foot of her bed and her mind wandered. Her mind flashed with short visions of hot and heavy sex, of strong men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard. Big strong men, like the ones in her living room right then... The movers were surely not helping her get over her horniness, and Kajal felt like if she didn't get some relief soon she might very well make her fantasies a reality. Her hand crept up her inner thigh, wishing somehow she would get more than just fantasies tonight...

There was a polite, deep cough at the open bedroom door. Kajal jumped to her feet, noticing only now that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom's doorway, Pranay in front with arms crossed. They were grinning as she hastily straightened out her skirt, a blush crossing her face.

"All moved in, Kajal," Pranay announced, and Kajal nodded quickly.

"T-thanks guys, you helped me out a lot!" Kajal said, wondering if they had seen her hand under her skirt.

"Now, about our payment..." Pranay said.

"Oh, right..." Kajal said, "Let me just get my check book..." She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around – invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn't quite bought yet, or -

But Kajal didn't have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there.

"Not that kind of payment, Kajal."

She stopped. "Um, do... do you guys only take cash then?"

This time they all laughed - strong hearty laughs. "Oh no, we're not going to take money from you, Kajal." Pranay said, stepping forward, "I discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we'll be taking something else tonight..."

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