Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Dec 21)

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As the young daughter of Narsingh is influencing the minds of the young girls Sheethal and Richa with her romantic encounters with her papa, Lakshmi’s task is to engage with the suppressed wife of Veer Prathap Singh and liberate her from the clutches of his feudal fencing and age old belief system of wedding bond, the definitions are changing, world is changing, even the ladies in remote hill areas are no more stuck to this wedding bond and are seeking their pleasure the way they want just like their drunkard, cheating, wife beating husbands would do

Lakshmi is in kitchen preparing lunch for the guests. Jyothi got up late since her husband with his new found love towards her pounded her in the mid night. Little did she know what triggered his wild anal fuck. Sand witched between two beautiful young girls touching, hugging him in the sleep made him horny and the fact that his loving daughter willingly assured him to take care of his wild desires which he is getting from the foreign models.



Seeing little tired madam entering the kitchen, Lakshmi greeted her with folded hands. Lakshmi thought madam is so sexy the way she has developed her voluptuous body. Narsingh deserves to crush her flesh and bones mercilessly, its only she comes under the clutches of the strong, wild  fucking machine like Narsingh would her voluptuous fat burn. Looks like her powerful mean looking Veer saab doesn’t like his wife or must be busy elsewhere fucking other woman, the way he looked at me gave hints he is sexy hungry bastard. Thinking about madam, Lakshmi kept quiet for a while as Jo is making small adjustments to the food that Lakshmi is cooking as per taste of her husband. Observing that, Lakshmi started engaging madam in a conversation that she would take her to the world of Narsingh and his past

“memsaab.. you seem to be so much tired.. “

“haa Lakshmi, I couldn’t get proper sleep”

“is every thing ok madam in the guest house, Narsingh told he would get more comfortable mattresses today and also spray mosquito repellent liquid”

“Lakshmi, guest house is super.. its not because of the bed that I couldn’t get sleep”

“then ?”

(blushing) “When do you make special food for your husband ?”

(thinking) “memsaab.. the only way to return our love towards our husbands is by preparing good food.. Every day I make him special food”

“really ? then you are lucky”

(acting innocence) “why madam ? we need to keep our husbands happy every day right”

(hesitatingly) “true Lakshmi.. so your husband make you happy every day?”

(now Lakshmi thinks madam is in right path) “haa madam.. he wont leave me at all in the night.. he will make me so much happy that only return gift I can give him is by making special dishes for him”

“Lakshmi, are you talking about your ex husband”

“no madam.. not ex husband.. in fact I would starve him the way he treated me”

“what happened ? why are you so angry on your ex husband”



“madam.. being an obedient wife is not our choice but we are forced to think like that.. I was patient with him for so many years. I slept with my unattended body craving for a man’s touch.. sorry.. not any man.. but my husband whom I love so much like any typical Indian woman. My juicy pu ssy hasn’t met her partner.. my aching boobs are deprived of any touch from my man.. Madam, my obedience, loyalty, love towards my husband would mean anything only when he keeps me happy.. he would drink liquor and sleep without looking at my hot, pulsating body.. madam, I am being so vocal with you on this subject, pardon my outburst if it doesn’t make sense to you”

“no no Lakshmi, carry on.. in fact I am always friendly with female maids in her house.. listening to their stories and scolding their husbands brought happiness in their lives.. carry on Lakshmi, you are articulating so beautifully”

“madam.. I wait for my husband to keep me happy for just 5 minutes every day, but even that he couldn’t do.. one , his male organ wouldn’t raise after so much alcohol and two, it seems he has illicit relations with other women.. madam, its tough to imagine your loving husband fu cks other women but not you.. I even told him to do whatever he wants outside but keep me also happy.. my tears have no audience.. my cries have no witnesses.. my aching pu ssy has no companion..i waited waited so long when I lost hope and patience came Narsingh into my life”

“wow.. super.. so Narsing.. the old 70 year lean, frail , ugly looking man is your saviour ? what a 40 year old husband cant do , a 70 year old man did ? Lakshmi, I may look simple, traditional but I am not dumb. After some age, men lose interest in sex and even their male organ wouldn’t raise”

“madam.. true.. what you said is true about so many men.. even I was hesitant in the beginning to accept his love.. but latter after seeing his desire, power and will, I thought age is just a number.. how old is the engine doesn’t matter.. what matters is how many miles it ran.. “

“are you kidding ? cant believe”

“then I need to tell my first meeting with the 70 year old man in detail”

“ok.. tell.. prove me wrong.. I am open to accept facts..”

“ok madam.. this is little longer and unless I tell you explicitly what has happened , you wont believe me. Madam, one thing , I don’t need to tell you lies nor I want to impress you by saying high about my husband.. you are our guest, you came on a vacation and leave after few days.. but what stays with you is how I prove your typecast old beliefs wrong.. I want to prove two things.. one, as an obedient housewife we don’t need to suppress our feelings between four walls of our bed room and instead liberate ourselves and seek pleasure where you like.. two, old or young.. what’s important is how strong is your will power and desire to make your partner happy.. and will power makes weak organs strong.. desire make you last long.. willingness to keep your partner   happy make you mix sex and love and treat her like your goddess.. any woman needs respect to her thoughts, her life.. Narsingh is not just a bang bang make me happy husband, he respects my thoughts and when his ex wife threw him on the road after snatching his house, he wouldn’t want him to be a burden to me.. such a nice person he was.. he is

Ok madam, coming to how we met..

Madam, love leads to sex and I strongly believe sex without love is like fucking a hole in the tree

As my drunkard husband is so much addicted to the liquor, I moved to a nearby village with my husband as that village doesn’t have liquor shops, when I enquired why one lady told me its because of this 70 year old man. He fought with the landlord and abolished the liquor shop as many women are being tortured and starved off their rightful sex needs. Thanks to the old man, now the husbands are at home fucking their loving wives.. in fact that lady told me, I am not exaggerating madam, she went to this old man’s house and wanted to thank him by sleeping with him for a night. It seems he told, when your husband can fuck you, don’t look outside, the moment your husband stops fucking you and start fucking other women, they look at outside and come to me. This is the only time you should come to me.. then that lady told him, my husband is fucking me hard but not able to make me pregnant, then that old man fucked her and made her pregnant.

Hearing all this, my curiosity levels went up, that’s why I also moved to that village



Every day he would come to my house to give milk, he is such a nice man, he wouldn’t look at my bulging boobs which automatically pop out whenever t=I bend to take milk.. the milk man in my previous village used to ogle at my bulky boobs and even make vulgar comments, that too in front of drunkard husband.. Jyothi madam, having such beautiful big boobs is not a sin right, they are meant to be adored by our husbands , but these milk men, auto rikshaw drivers, truck drivers, security guys keep drooling looking our voluptuous bodies.

But not this old man by name Narsingh whose job is only to treat me like his customer

One day I asked him

“uncle, why do you look so dejected all the time ?”

“madam.. I am ditched and beaten by my wife.. I take care of every woman’s issues in this village but who will take care of my issues ?”

“what happened uncle.. tell me .. may be I can help you”

“don’t call me uncle.. call me as Narsingh.. my wife snatched my house and threw me on the road, I just stay under a tree and raising few cows, I make a living”

“so sad sir.. “

“no need to be sad about this old man.. anyway you seem to be new to this village..”

“don’t call me madam.. call me Lakshmi”

“nice name”

“haa Narsingh.. I have wealth in my life but not happiness, that’s why I came to this village”

“hope you find your happiness here Lakshmi”

Slowly the bond between us is strengthening by day.




Meanwhile my drunkard husband fell ill with his damaged kidneys.. I took care of him well.. I wanted that bed to see our passionate husband fucking a voluptuous and sex starved wife but sadly that bed is now a home to a liver failed drunkard.. but like any typical Indian wife, I kept on servicing him, taking care of his illness

One day I asked Narsingh when he came to give milk..

“Narsingh I am new to this place, can you show me your world.. I am stuck to my house looking after my bed ridden husband”

Madam, I am happy that Narsingh accepted my request

Next day morning, he took me to his shed.. it’s a small shed mainly for cows while he would sleep under a nearby tree.  I played with those cute cows and touched them and felt them. I like such noble animals who serve us their milk, meat , in return we beat them and kill them..

“Lakshmi, every day you can come and play with them”



“Narsingh, can you show me how to extract milk from these animals ? I like being a young kid..”

Narsingh stood next to me and helped me extracting milk, while doing so he accidentally touched, felt my soft hanging boobs..
While teaching me that, he started conversing naughtily

“Lakshmi, can you give me the milk?”

“Narsingh, its your cow, you can take all the milk”

“Lachhi, its not mine yet”

The way he called me as Lachhi and the way he looked at my bulging popped out milk tanks, I felt so much shy and understood his intentions

“Narsi, this milk tank is yours only.. from now on”

“Really ? I am so lucky.. "




"Narsingh, i want your milk"

Narsingh couldnt understand first and then realized what i meant, i can see a spark in his eyes

"Lakshmi, sure i will give you my milk, you give me your milk. your milk will taste so much better in the night under cool breeze, pleasant moonlight with the stars in the sky feeling jealous about our love”

“Narsi, you can come to my hut in the night and take me to the moon forest”

“moon forest ?”

“there is a hill, we feel so happy on that hill under the moon light”

“Lachhi.. what about your ailing husband ?”

“Narsi, if  my husband’s body is ill, I can attend to him.. but if his mind is ill and evil, I say fuck off.. he started scolding me for talking to you while taking milk in the morning.. did I ever so anything to him when he screwed so many women in the village ? even in this village he started fucking women.. Narsi, alcohol addiction is curable but not sex addiction and add to that his suspicion about me.. from today I will leave him alone on the bed, let us if any woman he screwed would come and attend to him”

“Lakshmi, I can understand your situation but as long as he is alive, he is your husband.. however bad he is”

“Narsingh, go and tell this to your wife.. why did she ditch you at this age ? if your wife attends to you, I will also attend to my ailing husband”

Narsingh is in dilemna.. he is a nice gentleman , that’s why he is thinking like that.. but seeing my tears, my anger, my helplessness he accepted to take me to moon forest. To a new world that I never traveled to.. to introduce me to new pleasures and new life.. Life with a 70 year old man will not be boring, even if he just talks, talks and respects me. Physical intimacy is a bonus.. I am a human first then woman.. I deserve minimum respect which my bed ridden husband failed to give even in that stage.. I will leave him to his last breath.. sad but no other alternative.. obedient house wife needs a loving husband.. we talk about only women to be obedient.. what about men ?

Madam, now that our minds are uncluttered, we decided to venture into new life


That day night, I waited patiently for existing husband to sleep and to be husband to come and take me to the moon forest
 

At last he came to take me out

I am so happy. I touched my existing husband’s fee first to say sorry and to be husband’s feet next to bless me..

The journey begins

Lakshmi gave a pause to check if Jyothi madam is engaged in the story or not

“Madam.. is it boring ? should I stop ?”

“no no Lachhi… sorry Lashmi.. its so much interesting and in fact relate myself to your plight, anyway continue and tell as it happened”

Lakshmi felt happy that madam is coming into her grip. She continued the narration

After reaching the moon forest, Narsingh proposed to marry me if I become a widow as he says such a beautiful and nice mannered obedient lady cant be without a husband. My heart skipped at his words.  Marriage is a big thing but I wanted to really taste the fruits of a happy wedding bond, so I  kept quite as I  didn't know what to say anything as I was too shy to say anything. Narsingh took my silence as acceptance and moved himself closer to me. My heart was beating fast as I felt his body rubbing against mine. I was trembling with fear and excitement but couldn't move away from him. I felt like a hot rush of blood gushing up to my head as I  felt Narsingh moved more closer to me and put his right arm around me. 

My whole body jerked as Narsingh put his arm over my right shoulder and holds my forearm with his hand. This kind of marriage proposal under the watchful moon god and overlooking beautiful stars as witnesses made me feel happy. After a long time in my life, I found a purpose to be a woman.. with bulging boobs, heavy hips, ever juicy pussy and ever erect sharp nipples.  Narsingh hold me tight and pulled my body closer to him. I was shaking with fear and shame, but couldn't get any energy to put any resistance.

Seeing no objection so far, Narsingh moved faster and held my sweet face with his left hand and turned my head to face him. I looked straight into his eyes, full of love, passion, lust and desire for me. So much for a 70 year old man I thought. My heart was beating faster, but mine mind was still not sure about it.

Suddenly I remembered my ailing husband , I am still his wife, like any Indian wife was hesitant to be with another man

"Please Narsingh, don't do it. It's not right. I am still a wife to some other man" I  made a faint pledge to stop him.

"Shhhhh, everything will be alright. I can see love in one eye and hesitation in another eye, please close your eyes for a minute, every thing will be alright dear"



I closed my eyes.. took a deep breath.. a man of full love and care is kissing me in the beautiful nature.. so warm and caring his kisses are.. I love to be drenched by his honey emanating from his sweet kisses, I also reciprocated his kisses with more wilder, raunchy kisses , I would even bite his lower lip.. madam, that man who is kissing me is not my drunkard husband, its this 70 year old Narsingh.. My husband drinks alcohol, this old man smokes bidis. But my husband’s lips tastes so bad while this old man’s lips are so much pleasant with nice odor.. its all in our mind, not in our nostrils

I opened my eyes and made up my mind.. no more hesitation. Narsingh is the man I don’t want to leave.. with my husband dead or alive

Narsingh put his thumb on my soft lips and shut my mouth. Then he holds my face in place and moved his face to mine. I closed my eyes as I saw his face nearing mine and felt his hot breaths on my own face. Then Narsingh removed his thumb from my lips and replaced it with his own lips on them. I felt a hot current ran through my body as I  was being kissed by a different man than my husband. I was trembling with both nervousness and desire as Narsingh began to kiss my lips in a slow and sensual manner. 

Slowly and unknowingly, I also warmed up with Narsingh's experienced lips sucking my rosy lips like a small boy licking his candy. I tried hard to control myself from responding him back, but couldn't succeed for a long time. Soon my body began to act on its own and I began to kiss him back too. Narsingh got more aggressive with my response and put his tongue inside my mouth and started to dangle with my tongue.