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

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Roopa realized all her powers of arguments, powers of thinking were gone. At that moment she only wanted a hard male squeezing of her breasts. She was desperately waiting for an accident to happen. But no! No accident was happening! His hands were still keeping a modest distance. She was getting restless for a touch. At one stage, she just pointed fingers to her boobs and asked with a husky, trembling voice, "Wouldn't you massage me here? " , she turned her face to him. The seventy plus year old man blushed and looked red. She tried to look at his pajama.

His swollen cock made it a tent and she could make out how horny he was. That made her more excited. She was trying to visualize his erect manhood inside his pajamas and felt that her hot cunt started tingling strangely and she could sense her molten cunt cream after a prolonged period of abstinence from sex.  "memsaab, I -- I thought you wouldn't allow me to do it there --" he was clearly stammering in excitement and fear. 

"No, no, you are a very good person Narsingh. Why should I mind? After all, it's a massage isn't it?" , she tried to assure.  Narsingh could not wait any longer.




He oiled his palm again and pressed her breasts. GOD! Was she cheating her husband? She surely was. She was married for 8 years. It was for the first time in her married life that a person other than her husband had taken control of her breasts. "Ohh...! Squeeze it.... ! Squeeze it more...!" that's what she wanted to shout, but she tried to apply her control. 

Narsingh was faithfully oiling her breasts,  her hard nipples, the black circles surrounding that and all over. He was doing with his both hands- sometimes softly, sometimes tightly, giving a different sensation at every moment. GOD! Who taught him to be a lover like this? Nature? She wondered. 





For the first time, Roopa started making verbal expressions. "Don't feel shy - do it nicely, a---h just like this!" Narsingh was too excited to talk to her. He faithfully obliged and drove her wild with greater and greater ecstasies. While Narsingh was cupping her breasts, his hands were working under the pallu of her saree and she was still careful in not exposing her breasts completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind her and although her boobs were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct view.



After completely satisfying her with the breast massage, Narsingh's hands reached her belly. She was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when his index finger reached her navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and tapped there a few times. While he was caring this region, she was trying to imagine the next part of his massage. Where would it be? Below her waist and lower belly? 

God! She couldn't imagine anything more. Her sex-starved cunt was creaming with a fresh supply of cunt juice. It was paining. She was dreaming if she could get a massage right till there. "Oh, Boy! Do it! Do it till there. It's just for the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy ---" No, she was certainly not bold enough to utter these things in reality. Instead, she was trying to apply her willpower to control such dirty desires within her. 

She was unable to explain how could a shy housewife like her, who is ever faithful to her husband, could adventure this much with the old watchman. When he completed massage of her upper part, she quickly got up without allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in her lower part. Just after the massage, she hurriedly went for a bath.


She was getting restless to undress herself and take care of her wet cunt. She tried to imagine Raveender, her husband, while masturbating, but all her imaginations got shattered when she tried to figure out what Narsingh might be doing with the massive manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe, he had rushed to  other toilet and now he might be vigorously beating his flesh to release his load. 

She was finger-fucking herself and the imagination of Narsingh's masturbation made her more and more horny. Oh boy! She was cumming, cumming all the way. Would Narsingh be releasing his load by now? She could visualize those jets of thick white sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove her orgasms to a new peak.

Before coming under the shower, she looked at her nude figure in the mirror. Her breasts were still warm and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from the massage. She had a close look at her breasts. Every square millimeter area of her breasts was glittering with oil. Narsingh hadn't missed a single spot. She was looking at her breasts with utter disbelief that these were handled by another man today and that too with her own invitation.

She came under the shower and soaped her whole body. It took quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, she was feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in her whole body. She never knew that massage makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is! She wiped her body with a towel, got dressed and came out. Narsingh served her green tea. 

There was an uneasy calmness in the room. While she was still trying to recover from her arousal that resulted from the happenings of today, Narsingh too was looking unusually quiet. For him, my guess, it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been trying to recover from the sexually explosive shock that he received. 




Giving green tea is indication of end of massage, but her body was so much hot even after taking a cold bath and helping herself and made a mess on the floor , she shamelessly climbed the massage table and lied there indicating him that she wanted more massage as she cleaned herself of the oil and took bath.

Narsingh knows this is a pattern for most ladies, when they tasted his touch, they would want more. Roopa madam is no exception, however rich she might be , at the end she is a woman looking for a clandestine sexual partner in such remote village..     He removed her earrings, her mangal sutra, her bangles, her blouse and her bras - one after the other without any uneasiness that was present on the previous occasion. 

When his hands at last rested on her eager breasts and was pressing her hard erect nipples, she moaned loudly, expressing her passion, as he built up his strengths more and more. 




He started squeezing her breasts, moving both his palms all over them to make them slippery with oil. Should she give him a glance of what he has done to her breasts? The moment this thought came to her mind, she felt her whole body getting baked in the heat of passion. No, not now, she thought. When he finished massaging her top half, she was so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for her to leave it at that stage. She wanted more of it. Yes, in the lower part of her body. 

Yes, she wanted it, rather she was dying for it. And, she had to say at last, "Narsingh, it's wonderful. I can't stop here. Wouldn't you do it more now?" She almost begged with lust. Now, she turned to him.  Her breasts were exposed. He was too excited and speechless. Maybe, he never dreamt of this situation in a owner-watchman relationship.

Nor did she, but it was. At that moment, she was ready to gift her body to him. She looked at his tent. It was steadily going up and up. The region in his pajama was getting more and more soaked with increased pumping of his juice. It's a human body. 

Our mind may understand taboos, morality, inhibitions and other forbidden aspects, but body doesn't. When a river is desperate to break its embankments, you can't stop it. And in moments, when the lust is too strong, your mind won't listen to you. The desperate river will wash away the dams that you may like to construct.

She wanted to touch his throbbing cock. But immediately felt that at least he must complete the massage before anything gets out of control.  Narsingh asked her to lie down on her stomach.  Her sari was almost unwrapped. She took out the folds of her sari underneath the petticoat and removed it completely before lying down on the massage table. Her petticoat was the only garment that covered the lower part of her body and she didn't wear any panties. After she lied down on her stomach, Narsingh had to start his next part of the job.



"memsaab,  will it be there on your body?”  He asked with a clumsy voice, pointing to her petticoat. Her sexual tensions were at its peak, but still she hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, Narsingh was not courageous enough to remove her last piece of garment without her verbal consent. She was silent. 

Her cunt was quivering and she felt that all her juices would now burst out of it. She desperately wanted her petticoat out of her body. Still she was silent. What was holding her up? Social norms, taboo, age difference? Perhaps everything and perhaps nothing. Narsingh started massaging lower part of her waist, while the petticoat was still on. "How will you do it unless it is removed?”



She tried to keep her voice steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the fire within her was on. Narsingh's fingers reached the knot of the petticoat string. She helped him to unfasten it and the rest was done by him. He pulled her petticoat down and down furthers, below her buttocks, thighs, legs and toes. He took out the ornament from her legs. 

She was completely naked, there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to her body, it was the body that God had gifted to her, with nothing more added to it. While Narsingh was removing her petticoat, she wanted to make the whole atmosphere so very natural that she told him with a husky voice, "What's the point in being shy before you?" as if to suggest that Narsingh was so close to her.

 


She tried to introduce some innocence in her words and it sounded so very exciting in her own ears. Even two days before, could she ever believe that she would dare to lie down completely naked in front of such a old watchman? What was unthinkable two days back, was a naked reality today. She was not in a state to think of the shame and embarrassment that was so natural for a lady, with no exception of herself.

Her mind just drove her wildly into a new state, where she rather enjoyed and was excited by her own nudity in front of this old lund. Let him look at his lady mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could transform her lady mistress into a state where she was burning with forbidden lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front of her watchman and passionately wish for a penetration? 

Is it that she was the first woman to do this daring act? Possibly yes and she was feeling proud about it. It was this sense of pride and her ever-growing excitement that took her shame completely away. She closed her eyes and completely surrendered herself to this old matured masseur. His hands reached her ass cheeks and quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his fingers could penetrate quite deep into her flesh, all the way upto her bones. He was using both his hands, in a rhythmic  way.



''Ahhhhhhh...Mmmmmmmmmmmm..... Ahhhhhh...'' were the uttering that she was unconsciously making out of her mouth. OH! It made her feel so... good! As he pressed her buttocks, she could feel more and more pressures on her bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bed sheet underneath. Unknowingly, her fingers went there to touch her clitoris. "Do it nicely, everywhere" she said, without clearly explaining the word "everywhere". She wasn't sure what massage did the word carry to Narsingh. She didn't dare to look at Narsingh's condition.

She guessed that his erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching his orgasm. He might be desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any embarrassment in front of her. Narsingh's oily palm slowly went up slope up to the crest of her ass cheek and then traveled down slope. Just then, there was a ring in her mobile. The phone was within her easy access. "Honey where are you?" Was the question from her husband. "Haa…  I am out with Narsingh" She replied. Narsingh's palm was drying up as he had to oil a large lump of flesh.



Narsingh put some fresh oil on his palm and continued massaging her buttocks. After a momentary pause she could listen to Ravi’s voice. He just wanted to tell her that they came back to guest house . In the meantime, Narsingh was kneading her oily buttocks from both the sides. Before going off-hook, Raja asked "With Narsingh?''  "Haa.. why ?'' she asked. Ravi was understandably in a state of confusion,  

It was not possible for him to even wildly guess that his wife was getting a nude massage from that old watchman and at that very moment. The reason for eairy silence between the couple is the innocent young vulnerable Vennela. He knows that Mandakini would have already sent some pics where he was flirting with the young girl. Roopa also doesnt want to spoil her mood now by raising that topic. Thats why both were silent

Narsingh's palm was deeply buried inside her ass crack and was trying to locate her ass-hole. He carefully oiled her there too. She felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of her body. Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it! His hand almost touched her pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it. Thereafter, Narsingh started massaging the backside of her thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front side of these.



He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength she felt. He went further on: her knees, her legs, her toes and even up to her toe nails. She just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. Her entire body was shivering in pleasure - something she had never experienced before. And where was her pain, because of which she had agreed to a massage in the first place? She tried to sense her backache, but believe it or not, she couldn't even feel a trace of it.  She had already crossed the point where she could tell him to stop for the day.

By then, her cunt was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of that old watchman, which was harder than a steel rod and was about to explode. She had fully revived her sexual passion and she was desperately waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate her with a force. She felt that her heart beat was going to cross all possible limits. After finishing her toes and the nails, Narsingh paused. Both of them were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm. He hadn't yet massaged her dark hairy triangle and she was in no way prepared to leave that out !!!

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