18-04-2026, 09:06 PM
Reddy Sir gently guided me further into the room and made me sit on the edge of the bed. He sat down right next to me, close enough that our thighs were almost touching.
He turned slightly towards me and asked in a calm, low voice,
"Now tell me, Sudha… what did you want to discuss with me?"
I gathered all my courage. I turned my body towards him, keeping my left foot on the floor and crossing my right leg onto the bed so I was facing him properly. My yellow saree stretched over my thighs as I sat in this position.
Taking a deep breath, I began speaking.
"Sir… you gave a gas agency to Muthu. Within a few months, his life has completely changed. He has become rich. His family is living well now. I saw how much that one agency has helped him."
Reddy Sir listened quietly, nodding slowly.
I continued,
"My husband Rajesh is also very loyal to you, Sir. He has always been faithful and never disappointed you. If you give him a gas agency too, it will change our lives completely."
Reddy Sir remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a measured tone.
"Sudha, I know Rajesh is loyal. But running a gas agency is not easy. It needs proper management, education, and business sense. Your husband is not educated. He is a good rowdy, but he may not be capable of handling a gas agency properly."
I felt a sting in my heart but didn’t back down. I looked at him earnestly and said,
"Sir, I understand that. But I am educated. I can help my husband run the agency. I can manage the accounts, the customers, the paperwork — everything. I will make sure it runs smoothly. Please give him this chance."
Reddy Sir kept nodding, but I could clearly see from his expression that he was not happy or convinced with the idea of giving the gas agency to my husband. His face remained calm, but there was a clear reluctance in his eyes.
He didn’t say yes. He didn’t say no either.
He simply looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
Reddy Sir listened to me quietly for a few moments, then slowly stood up from the bed.
He took two steps away, turned around and looked directly at me. His expression had completely changed. The warm, caring man from dinner was gone. Now his eyes were sharp, cold, and calculating.
"Sudha… let me be very straight with you," he said in a low, serious voice.
"If I give the gas agency to your husband, what will I get in return? Muthu gives me 25 percent of the profit every month without fail. So tell me honestly… what will you give me?"
My heart pounded heavily. I swallowed hard and answered quickly,
"Sir, I will give you 30 percent. Thirty percent of the entire profit every month. I promise I will make sure it reaches you on time."
Reddy Sir gave a small, dry smile and slowly shook his head.
"Thirty percent is attractive… but money alone is not enough, Sudha."
He took one step closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Muthu is capable. He knows how to run the business properly. Your husband… he may be loyal, but he is uneducated. He doesn’t understand accounts, customers, or suppliers. If the agency fails or creates any problem, it will affect my name also. So tell me clearly…"
He paused, his voice dropping lower and heavier.
"Why should I take this risk and give the gas agency to Rajesh?"
I couldn’t sit still anymore. I stood up from the bed quickly and followed him as he moved a little away from me.
"Sir, please… listen to me," I said desperately, my voice shaking with urgency.
I stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes, trying my best to convince him.
"My husband may not be educated, but I am. I will handle everything — the accounts, the bills, the customers, the stock. I will run the agency behind him. I will make sure there is no loss, no complaint, nothing. Please Sir… just give him this one chance. I will prove to you that it will not be a mistake."
Reddy Sir stopped and turned fully towards me. He looked down at me with those intense, unblinking eyes, his face showing no clear agreement. The tension in the small room was thick.
He still didn’t say yes. He still didn’t say no.
He just kept staring at me, waiting.
Reddy Sir stood there silently, his sharp eyes fixed on me, waiting for my answer. The small room felt suffocating. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stepped even closer to him.
"Sir… please…" I begged, my voice already cracking. "Please listen to me."
I took a deep, trembling breath, trying to control myself.
"I am not asking this for myself. I am asking for my husband… for my three sons… for our entire future."
Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as the pain of years came rushing out.
"Sir, I come from a very respectable family. My parents had four daughters. All my sisters got married to rich men — doctors, businessmen, government officers. They live in big houses, drive luxury cars, and send their children to the best colleges."
My voice broke completely.
"But I… I fell in love with Rajesh. I was madly in love with him. My family warned me, they threatened me, but I still married him. They disowned me completely. They said I had ruined my life by marrying a rowdy."
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but they kept flowing.
"My sisters… they look at me like I am a failure. Every time we meet at family functions, they taunt me. They laugh behind my back and say, ‘Look at Sudha… she chose love and now she is suffering.’ It hurts so much, Sir. It hurts every single day."
My shoulders started shaking as I continued.
"I have three sons, Sir. They are growing up in that tiny one-room house in the slum. They see their father coming home tired after doing rowdy work. They see me struggling to make ends meet. I don’t want them to live like this."
I looked up at him with pure desperation, my eyes swollen with tears.
"I want to give them a good education, a good life, a future they can be proud of. If my husband gets the gas agency, everything will change. I am educated, Sir. I can run the entire business. I will handle accounts, customers, everything. My husband will only be the face, but I will make sure the agency runs perfectly."
I clasped my hands together in front of my chest, pleading with everything I had.
"I will give you 30 percent every month without fail. Please… please Sir… I am begging you. Don’t say no. This is my only chance to prove to my sisters and to the whole world that I did not make a mistake by marrying Rajesh."
My voice became a broken whisper.
"Please Sir… for my sons’ future… for my family… please give the gas agency to my husband."
I stood there trembling, tears streaming down my face, my yellow saree pallu wet from crying, completely broken and desperate in front of him.
Reddy Sir looked at me as I stood there crying and pleading, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed my waist with both hands, pulling me closer to him.
"Sudha… stop crying," he said in a low, husky voice. "I have an offer for you."
My heart skipped a beat. I looked up at him desperately and asked,
"What offer, Sir? Please tell me…"
He tightened his grip on my waist, his fingers pressing into my soft flesh over the yellow saree, and spoke calmly but firmly.
"There is no way I am going to give the gas agency to your husband if he runs it. He is not capable. But… if you promise me that you will run the agency behind him and make it profitable, then I can think about it."
I nodded immediately, my voice shaking with hope.
"Yes Sir… I promise. I will run everything. I will make it profitable. I swear."
Reddy Sir nodded slowly.
"Good. And you will have to pay me 30 percent of the profit every month without any fraud or delay."
"Yes Sir, I agree," I said instantly, feeling a rush of delight. For a moment, I thought everything was going to be fine.
But then his grip on my waist became firmer. His voice dropped even lower.
"But Sudha… to give the gas agency to your husband, I have to sacrifice a lot of things. So I also have an offer for you."
I looked at him eagerly, my heart racing.
"What offer, Sir?"
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with lust. He pulled me even closer until my heavy boobs were almost touching his chest and spoke in a slow, thick voice.
"The moment I saw you for the first time… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your heavy, round boobs straining against your blouse… the way your saree hugs your wide hips and plump ass cheeks… the soft swing of your ass when you walk… I have wanted to enjoy you so badly. Every time you came to our area, I used to watch you and imagine pulling you into my arms, squeezing those juicy boobs, grabbing your soft ass cheeks, and fucking your tight pussy hard."
His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he continued, his voice becoming hoarse with desire.
"I have imagined bending you over, lifting your saree, and burying my cock deep inside you many, many times. I have lusted after you for so long, Sudha."
I froze. My body went cold.
He looked straight into my eyes and said the final words.
"If you really want the gas agency for your husband… then you have to sleep with me right now. You have to let me enjoy your body completely tonight."
My eyes widened in shock.
"No!" I said immediately, my voice trembling. "No Sir… please… I can’t do that."
I shook my head quickly, tears still fresh in my eyes.
"No Sir… please… I can’t do that," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love my husband. I am married to him. I cannot betray him like this. I just can’t."
Reddy Sir didn’t loosen his grip on my waist. Instead, he pulled me a little closer, his thumbs gently rubbing my sides over the yellow saree.
"Sudha… listen to me carefully," he said in a calm but firm voice. "If you truly love your husband, then you must do this."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
"You said you want a better future for him and your sons, right? You said you don’t want them to grow up in that slum. You want to prove to your sisters that you didn’t make a mistake by marrying Rajesh. This is the only way."
His hands squeezed my waist slightly as he continued.
"If you refuse, then there will be no gas agency. Your husband will remain a rowdy forever. Your sons will continue living in that small room, eating whatever you can manage. Your sisters will keep laughing at you. But if you do this for me tonight… I will give your husband the gas agency tomorrow itself. He will become a respectable businessman. Your family’s life will change completely."
He looked deep into my eyes, his voice becoming softer but heavier with meaning.
"Sometimes, to protect and uplift the man you love… a woman has to make big sacrifices. This is that sacrifice, Sudha. If you really love your husband and want a bright future for him and your sons, then you must sleep with me tonight. There is no other way."
I stood there frozen in his grip, my heart breaking, tears flowing silently down my cheeks. His words echoed in my head — the gas agency, my sons’ future, my sisters’ taunts, and the heavy price he was demanding.
I stood there trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body still pressed close to his.
"Please Sir…" I begged, my voice breaking completely. "Please… I can’t do this… I love my husband… please don’t ask me for this…"
Oh God… what have I become? Rajesh… my Rajesh… the man I gave up everything for. The man who held me every night under that thin blanket, whispering how lucky he was to have me. How can I let another man touch me? How can I betray the only person who stood by me when my own family threw me out?
Reddy Sir’s eyes flashed with hunger. Without warning, he pushed me backward until my back hit the wall hard. He cornered me completely, his big, heavy body pressing against mine, trapping me between him and the cold, damp wall of the cheap lodge room.
His hands immediately became bolder. While pinning me, he slid both palms down to my wide hips, then boldly grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He squeezed them roughly, his thick fingers digging deep into the juicy flesh through the thin yellow saree, kneading and groping my plump ass cheeks possessively. He pulled my ass forward, grinding his hard cock against my lower belly while his hands continued to maul my ass, lifting and spreading my ass cheeks through the yellow saree.
His hands feel so wrong… so heavy… I feel cheap, dirty, like a whore. Rajesh has never grabbed me like this. He touches me with love, with respect. Yet here I am, letting a man old enough to be my father grope me like meat. What kind of wife am I?
"Sudha… every man in his life deserves to enjoy a babe like you at least once," he growled, his hot breath on my face.
He leaned in closer, his chest crushing my heavy boobs as he continued speaking in a thick, lust-filled voice.
"Look at you… such a rare, perfect babe. Those massive, heavy boobs that bounce and jiggle with every step… so full and soft that they stretch your yellow blouse. Your wide hips and that big, juicy ass that sways so seductively under your yellow saree… these plump ass cheeks that feel so soft and heavy in my hands right now."
His fingers dug even deeper into my ass cheeks through the yellow saree, squeezing them rhythmically as he spoke.
I hate myself… I hate how my body is betraying me. My sons… my three little boys sleeping on the floor every night. Their innocent faces asking me why we can’t have a better house like their cousins. My sisters laughing at me behind my back, calling me the family failure. If I say no now, I will remain that failure forever. But if I say yes… I become the wife who sold her body for money. God… how do I choose?
"I have fantasized about enjoying you so many times, Sudha. So many nights I closed my eyes and imagined you naked under me. Even while making love to my wife, I was thinking only of you. When I was fucking her, I imagined it was your tight, wet pussy I was pounding hard. When I squeezed her breasts, I was thinking of your heavy, juicy boobs. I have moaned your name many times while cumming inside her, pretending it was you."
He ground his hard cock against me more firmly, still groping my ass cheeks aggressively through the yellow saree.
"Whenever I fuck any woman, I close my eyes and see your face, your bouncing boobs, your swaying ass. You have no idea how many times I have jerked off thinking about bending you over, lifting your yellow saree, spreading these soft ass cheeks, and thrusting my hard cock deep into your pussy again and again until you scream."
His grip on my ass became almost painful as he growled,
"Babe like you are very rare. I will not ruin this chance tonight. If you truly want the gas agency for your husband… then you have to let me enjoy you completely. I want to squeeze these massive boobs, suck your thick nipples, bury my face between your soft ass cheeks, and finally fuck your pussy the way I have dreamed for so long. This is the only way, Sudha."
My mind is screaming NO… but my heart is screaming for my children’s future. Rajesh’s proud smile when he comes home tired… my sons’ hopeful eyes when they ask if we can ever live like others… my sisters’ cruel laughter echoing in my ears. I love Rajesh more than life itself… yet I am standing here, letting another man grope me, because I cannot bear to see my family suffer anymore. I feel like the worst wife in the world… but I also feel like the only mother who is willing to burn in hell for her sons.
I stood pinned helplessly against the wall, my body shaking, tears flowing, completely trapped by his strong body and his rough, shameless groping through my yellow saree.
Reddy Sir saw the tears in my eyes and the way my body was shaking against the wall. Without a word, he grabbed both my wrists and lifted them, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He pulled me into a crushing hug, pressing my heavy boobs hard against his chest until they flattened completely, my nipples hardening against the yellow blouse.
"Shhh… don’t cry, Sudha," he whispered hotly against my ear, his hands roaming possessively over my waist and hips.
He started kissing me all over my face — wet, hungry kisses on my forehead, my tear-stained cheeks, my trembling eyelids, then slowly moving down to my neck. His rough lips sucked gently on my soft skin, leaving warm, moist trails while his hands kept squeezing and kneading my big, soft ass cheeks through the yellow saree.
"Just imagine, Sudha… after the gas agency, you will become so rich," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust. "You will move out of that slum into a big, beautiful house. Your three sons will study in the best English-medium colleges, wear expensive uniforms, and never sleep on the floor again. You will have your own car, heavy gold jewellery, the finest silk sarees, and servants at your feet."
His lips moved to my other cheek, sucking softly as he continued tempting me.
"Your sisters who laughed at you and called you a failure… they will burn with jealousy when they see you. They will cry in secret when they compare their lives with yours. Your parents who disowned you will regret their decision and beg to visit your big house. Everyone who looked down on you will start respecting you. You will become the richest and most envied woman in the entire family."
Every word he spoke painted vivid pictures in my mind. My sons laughing happily in a bright, spacious home. My husband finally coming home with pride instead of exhaustion. My sisters staring at me with envy and tears in their eyes.
His kisses grew hotter and wetter. He sucked on the sensitive skin of my neck, his tongue flicking against it while his hands aggressively groped my ass cheeks, pulling me harder against his throbbing cock.
"All this can be yours tonight, Sudha… if you just surrender to me. One night. Just one night of complete pleasure and your family’s fate will change forever. Your failure story will turn into the biggest success story. Think about it… your sons will never suffer again."
My mind was flooded with dreams and guilt at the same time. The shame was burning inside me, but the vision of a better life for my children was far stronger.
As Reddy Sir brought his lips dangerously close to mine, his hot breath mixing with mine, I made my final decision.
I closed my eyes, leaned forward, and began kissing his lips.
He turned slightly towards me and asked in a calm, low voice,
"Now tell me, Sudha… what did you want to discuss with me?"
I gathered all my courage. I turned my body towards him, keeping my left foot on the floor and crossing my right leg onto the bed so I was facing him properly. My yellow saree stretched over my thighs as I sat in this position.
Taking a deep breath, I began speaking.
"Sir… you gave a gas agency to Muthu. Within a few months, his life has completely changed. He has become rich. His family is living well now. I saw how much that one agency has helped him."
Reddy Sir listened quietly, nodding slowly.
I continued,
"My husband Rajesh is also very loyal to you, Sir. He has always been faithful and never disappointed you. If you give him a gas agency too, it will change our lives completely."
Reddy Sir remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a measured tone.
"Sudha, I know Rajesh is loyal. But running a gas agency is not easy. It needs proper management, education, and business sense. Your husband is not educated. He is a good rowdy, but he may not be capable of handling a gas agency properly."
I felt a sting in my heart but didn’t back down. I looked at him earnestly and said,
"Sir, I understand that. But I am educated. I can help my husband run the agency. I can manage the accounts, the customers, the paperwork — everything. I will make sure it runs smoothly. Please give him this chance."
Reddy Sir kept nodding, but I could clearly see from his expression that he was not happy or convinced with the idea of giving the gas agency to my husband. His face remained calm, but there was a clear reluctance in his eyes.
He didn’t say yes. He didn’t say no either.
He simply looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
Reddy Sir listened to me quietly for a few moments, then slowly stood up from the bed.
He took two steps away, turned around and looked directly at me. His expression had completely changed. The warm, caring man from dinner was gone. Now his eyes were sharp, cold, and calculating.
"Sudha… let me be very straight with you," he said in a low, serious voice.
"If I give the gas agency to your husband, what will I get in return? Muthu gives me 25 percent of the profit every month without fail. So tell me honestly… what will you give me?"
My heart pounded heavily. I swallowed hard and answered quickly,
"Sir, I will give you 30 percent. Thirty percent of the entire profit every month. I promise I will make sure it reaches you on time."
Reddy Sir gave a small, dry smile and slowly shook his head.
"Thirty percent is attractive… but money alone is not enough, Sudha."
He took one step closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Muthu is capable. He knows how to run the business properly. Your husband… he may be loyal, but he is uneducated. He doesn’t understand accounts, customers, or suppliers. If the agency fails or creates any problem, it will affect my name also. So tell me clearly…"
He paused, his voice dropping lower and heavier.
"Why should I take this risk and give the gas agency to Rajesh?"
I couldn’t sit still anymore. I stood up from the bed quickly and followed him as he moved a little away from me.
"Sir, please… listen to me," I said desperately, my voice shaking with urgency.
I stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes, trying my best to convince him.
"My husband may not be educated, but I am. I will handle everything — the accounts, the bills, the customers, the stock. I will run the agency behind him. I will make sure there is no loss, no complaint, nothing. Please Sir… just give him this one chance. I will prove to you that it will not be a mistake."
Reddy Sir stopped and turned fully towards me. He looked down at me with those intense, unblinking eyes, his face showing no clear agreement. The tension in the small room was thick.
He still didn’t say yes. He still didn’t say no.
He just kept staring at me, waiting.
Reddy Sir stood there silently, his sharp eyes fixed on me, waiting for my answer. The small room felt suffocating. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stepped even closer to him.
"Sir… please…" I begged, my voice already cracking. "Please listen to me."
I took a deep, trembling breath, trying to control myself.
"I am not asking this for myself. I am asking for my husband… for my three sons… for our entire future."
Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as the pain of years came rushing out.
"Sir, I come from a very respectable family. My parents had four daughters. All my sisters got married to rich men — doctors, businessmen, government officers. They live in big houses, drive luxury cars, and send their children to the best colleges."
My voice broke completely.
"But I… I fell in love with Rajesh. I was madly in love with him. My family warned me, they threatened me, but I still married him. They disowned me completely. They said I had ruined my life by marrying a rowdy."
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but they kept flowing.
"My sisters… they look at me like I am a failure. Every time we meet at family functions, they taunt me. They laugh behind my back and say, ‘Look at Sudha… she chose love and now she is suffering.’ It hurts so much, Sir. It hurts every single day."
My shoulders started shaking as I continued.
"I have three sons, Sir. They are growing up in that tiny one-room house in the slum. They see their father coming home tired after doing rowdy work. They see me struggling to make ends meet. I don’t want them to live like this."
I looked up at him with pure desperation, my eyes swollen with tears.
"I want to give them a good education, a good life, a future they can be proud of. If my husband gets the gas agency, everything will change. I am educated, Sir. I can run the entire business. I will handle accounts, customers, everything. My husband will only be the face, but I will make sure the agency runs perfectly."
I clasped my hands together in front of my chest, pleading with everything I had.
"I will give you 30 percent every month without fail. Please… please Sir… I am begging you. Don’t say no. This is my only chance to prove to my sisters and to the whole world that I did not make a mistake by marrying Rajesh."
My voice became a broken whisper.
"Please Sir… for my sons’ future… for my family… please give the gas agency to my husband."
I stood there trembling, tears streaming down my face, my yellow saree pallu wet from crying, completely broken and desperate in front of him.
Reddy Sir looked at me as I stood there crying and pleading, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed my waist with both hands, pulling me closer to him.
"Sudha… stop crying," he said in a low, husky voice. "I have an offer for you."
My heart skipped a beat. I looked up at him desperately and asked,
"What offer, Sir? Please tell me…"
He tightened his grip on my waist, his fingers pressing into my soft flesh over the yellow saree, and spoke calmly but firmly.
"There is no way I am going to give the gas agency to your husband if he runs it. He is not capable. But… if you promise me that you will run the agency behind him and make it profitable, then I can think about it."
I nodded immediately, my voice shaking with hope.
"Yes Sir… I promise. I will run everything. I will make it profitable. I swear."
Reddy Sir nodded slowly.
"Good. And you will have to pay me 30 percent of the profit every month without any fraud or delay."
"Yes Sir, I agree," I said instantly, feeling a rush of delight. For a moment, I thought everything was going to be fine.
But then his grip on my waist became firmer. His voice dropped even lower.
"But Sudha… to give the gas agency to your husband, I have to sacrifice a lot of things. So I also have an offer for you."
I looked at him eagerly, my heart racing.
"What offer, Sir?"
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with lust. He pulled me even closer until my heavy boobs were almost touching his chest and spoke in a slow, thick voice.
"The moment I saw you for the first time… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your heavy, round boobs straining against your blouse… the way your saree hugs your wide hips and plump ass cheeks… the soft swing of your ass when you walk… I have wanted to enjoy you so badly. Every time you came to our area, I used to watch you and imagine pulling you into my arms, squeezing those juicy boobs, grabbing your soft ass cheeks, and fucking your tight pussy hard."
His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he continued, his voice becoming hoarse with desire.
"I have imagined bending you over, lifting your saree, and burying my cock deep inside you many, many times. I have lusted after you for so long, Sudha."
I froze. My body went cold.
He looked straight into my eyes and said the final words.
"If you really want the gas agency for your husband… then you have to sleep with me right now. You have to let me enjoy your body completely tonight."
My eyes widened in shock.
"No!" I said immediately, my voice trembling. "No Sir… please… I can’t do that."
I shook my head quickly, tears still fresh in my eyes.
"No Sir… please… I can’t do that," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love my husband. I am married to him. I cannot betray him like this. I just can’t."
Reddy Sir didn’t loosen his grip on my waist. Instead, he pulled me a little closer, his thumbs gently rubbing my sides over the yellow saree.
"Sudha… listen to me carefully," he said in a calm but firm voice. "If you truly love your husband, then you must do this."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
"You said you want a better future for him and your sons, right? You said you don’t want them to grow up in that slum. You want to prove to your sisters that you didn’t make a mistake by marrying Rajesh. This is the only way."
His hands squeezed my waist slightly as he continued.
"If you refuse, then there will be no gas agency. Your husband will remain a rowdy forever. Your sons will continue living in that small room, eating whatever you can manage. Your sisters will keep laughing at you. But if you do this for me tonight… I will give your husband the gas agency tomorrow itself. He will become a respectable businessman. Your family’s life will change completely."
He looked deep into my eyes, his voice becoming softer but heavier with meaning.
"Sometimes, to protect and uplift the man you love… a woman has to make big sacrifices. This is that sacrifice, Sudha. If you really love your husband and want a bright future for him and your sons, then you must sleep with me tonight. There is no other way."
I stood there frozen in his grip, my heart breaking, tears flowing silently down my cheeks. His words echoed in my head — the gas agency, my sons’ future, my sisters’ taunts, and the heavy price he was demanding.
I stood there trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body still pressed close to his.
"Please Sir…" I begged, my voice breaking completely. "Please… I can’t do this… I love my husband… please don’t ask me for this…"
Oh God… what have I become? Rajesh… my Rajesh… the man I gave up everything for. The man who held me every night under that thin blanket, whispering how lucky he was to have me. How can I let another man touch me? How can I betray the only person who stood by me when my own family threw me out?
Reddy Sir’s eyes flashed with hunger. Without warning, he pushed me backward until my back hit the wall hard. He cornered me completely, his big, heavy body pressing against mine, trapping me between him and the cold, damp wall of the cheap lodge room.
His hands immediately became bolder. While pinning me, he slid both palms down to my wide hips, then boldly grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He squeezed them roughly, his thick fingers digging deep into the juicy flesh through the thin yellow saree, kneading and groping my plump ass cheeks possessively. He pulled my ass forward, grinding his hard cock against my lower belly while his hands continued to maul my ass, lifting and spreading my ass cheeks through the yellow saree.
His hands feel so wrong… so heavy… I feel cheap, dirty, like a whore. Rajesh has never grabbed me like this. He touches me with love, with respect. Yet here I am, letting a man old enough to be my father grope me like meat. What kind of wife am I?
"Sudha… every man in his life deserves to enjoy a babe like you at least once," he growled, his hot breath on my face.
He leaned in closer, his chest crushing my heavy boobs as he continued speaking in a thick, lust-filled voice.
"Look at you… such a rare, perfect babe. Those massive, heavy boobs that bounce and jiggle with every step… so full and soft that they stretch your yellow blouse. Your wide hips and that big, juicy ass that sways so seductively under your yellow saree… these plump ass cheeks that feel so soft and heavy in my hands right now."
His fingers dug even deeper into my ass cheeks through the yellow saree, squeezing them rhythmically as he spoke.
I hate myself… I hate how my body is betraying me. My sons… my three little boys sleeping on the floor every night. Their innocent faces asking me why we can’t have a better house like their cousins. My sisters laughing at me behind my back, calling me the family failure. If I say no now, I will remain that failure forever. But if I say yes… I become the wife who sold her body for money. God… how do I choose?
"I have fantasized about enjoying you so many times, Sudha. So many nights I closed my eyes and imagined you naked under me. Even while making love to my wife, I was thinking only of you. When I was fucking her, I imagined it was your tight, wet pussy I was pounding hard. When I squeezed her breasts, I was thinking of your heavy, juicy boobs. I have moaned your name many times while cumming inside her, pretending it was you."
He ground his hard cock against me more firmly, still groping my ass cheeks aggressively through the yellow saree.
"Whenever I fuck any woman, I close my eyes and see your face, your bouncing boobs, your swaying ass. You have no idea how many times I have jerked off thinking about bending you over, lifting your yellow saree, spreading these soft ass cheeks, and thrusting my hard cock deep into your pussy again and again until you scream."
His grip on my ass became almost painful as he growled,
"Babe like you are very rare. I will not ruin this chance tonight. If you truly want the gas agency for your husband… then you have to let me enjoy you completely. I want to squeeze these massive boobs, suck your thick nipples, bury my face between your soft ass cheeks, and finally fuck your pussy the way I have dreamed for so long. This is the only way, Sudha."
My mind is screaming NO… but my heart is screaming for my children’s future. Rajesh’s proud smile when he comes home tired… my sons’ hopeful eyes when they ask if we can ever live like others… my sisters’ cruel laughter echoing in my ears. I love Rajesh more than life itself… yet I am standing here, letting another man grope me, because I cannot bear to see my family suffer anymore. I feel like the worst wife in the world… but I also feel like the only mother who is willing to burn in hell for her sons.
I stood pinned helplessly against the wall, my body shaking, tears flowing, completely trapped by his strong body and his rough, shameless groping through my yellow saree.
Reddy Sir saw the tears in my eyes and the way my body was shaking against the wall. Without a word, he grabbed both my wrists and lifted them, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He pulled me into a crushing hug, pressing my heavy boobs hard against his chest until they flattened completely, my nipples hardening against the yellow blouse.
"Shhh… don’t cry, Sudha," he whispered hotly against my ear, his hands roaming possessively over my waist and hips.
He started kissing me all over my face — wet, hungry kisses on my forehead, my tear-stained cheeks, my trembling eyelids, then slowly moving down to my neck. His rough lips sucked gently on my soft skin, leaving warm, moist trails while his hands kept squeezing and kneading my big, soft ass cheeks through the yellow saree.
"Just imagine, Sudha… after the gas agency, you will become so rich," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust. "You will move out of that slum into a big, beautiful house. Your three sons will study in the best English-medium colleges, wear expensive uniforms, and never sleep on the floor again. You will have your own car, heavy gold jewellery, the finest silk sarees, and servants at your feet."
His lips moved to my other cheek, sucking softly as he continued tempting me.
"Your sisters who laughed at you and called you a failure… they will burn with jealousy when they see you. They will cry in secret when they compare their lives with yours. Your parents who disowned you will regret their decision and beg to visit your big house. Everyone who looked down on you will start respecting you. You will become the richest and most envied woman in the entire family."
Every word he spoke painted vivid pictures in my mind. My sons laughing happily in a bright, spacious home. My husband finally coming home with pride instead of exhaustion. My sisters staring at me with envy and tears in their eyes.
His kisses grew hotter and wetter. He sucked on the sensitive skin of my neck, his tongue flicking against it while his hands aggressively groped my ass cheeks, pulling me harder against his throbbing cock.
"All this can be yours tonight, Sudha… if you just surrender to me. One night. Just one night of complete pleasure and your family’s fate will change forever. Your failure story will turn into the biggest success story. Think about it… your sons will never suffer again."
My mind was flooded with dreams and guilt at the same time. The shame was burning inside me, but the vision of a better life for my children was far stronger.
As Reddy Sir brought his lips dangerously close to mine, his hot breath mixing with mine, I made my final decision.
I closed my eyes, leaned forward, and began kissing his lips.
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