Conservative '. wife Exposed

[Cuckoldindian]

Sameema, a 28-year-old woman with a gentle smile and eyes that mirrored the calmness of the sea, went about her day in a quiet rhythm. She was a devoted wife to Jamal, a man with a strong jawline and a smile that never failed to make her heart flutter. Their home in Chennai was not grand, but it was filled with warmth and love, a place where they had built a life together. The walls whispered tales of their shared moments, and the floor was a canvas of their endless footsteps, tying their destinies closer with each passing day.


Jamal was a hardworking businessman, his days a tapestry of meetings and deals. His presence at home was like the cool evening breeze that brought relief from the heat of the day. His voice, firm yet tender, filled the house with comfort as he spoke about his ventures and aspirations. Sameema listened with keen interest, her eyes lighting up with every victory he shared, her heart swelling with pride for the man she had chosen to spend her life with.


Their mornings began with the aroma of freshly brewed chai and the muezzin's call to prayer. Sameema would wake up before the first light of dawn to prepare breakfast, her long, flowing abaya rustling softly against the cool marble floor. She moved with a grace that seemed almost choreographed, her movements precise and efficient as she sliced through the silence of the early hours. After Fajr, they would break their fast together, their heads bent in silent appreciation for the sustenance that started their day.

Raju, their devoted servant, would arrive promptly at 8 AM, his youthful energy a stark contrast to the serene calmness of the household. He was a slender young man with a shy smile, his eyes always downcast in respect. Sameema had taken him under her wing, teaching him the intricacies of maintaining a home with dignity and care. He was a silent observer of their lives, his hands adept at his work, yet his mind often elsewhere, dreaming of a future that stretched beyond the four walls of his current existence.


Sameema dressed in a way that reflected her modesty and her deep-rooted beliefs. Her attire was a canvas of conservative '. garb, a silent declaration of her faith. Her abayas were a spectrum of soft pastels, the fabric whispering as she glided from room to room. Her hijab was a delicate dance of fabric around her face, framing her features and leaving only her eyes and hands uncovered. Her clothes were not a cage, but a sanctuary, a testament to her strength and her unyielding adherence to tradition. The way she dressed was not just a personal choice but a declaration of her identity, a shield that protected her from the prying eyes of the world, allowing her to maintain her dignity and focus on her role as a wife and a homemaker.


On a seemingly ordinary day, the rhythm of their lives was briefly disrupted. Jamal had left for work, the echo of his footsteps fading into the cacophony of the bustling city outside. Sameema, feeling the heat of the day's beginnings, decided to take a shower. As she emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her, she was surprised to find Raju in her bedroom. His eyes widened, and for a split second, they met hers, filled with shock and embarrassment.



The towel slipped from her grasp, falling to the floor like a curtain dropping to reveal an unexpected scene. For the first time in their four years together, Sameema stood before Raju uncovered, her modesty laid bare. The silence was piercing, as if the very air in the room had frozen in place. She felt a rush of panic, her heart racing as she reached for the towel, but it was too late.





Raju's eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He stumbled backward, his eyes quickly averted to the floor. His hands trembled as he held onto the cleaning supplies, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave. He mumbled an apology, his voice barely audible, and turned to flee the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Sameema alone in her vulnerability.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Yet, as she reached for the towel, she noticed something else. A strange sensation had crept through her, a heat that spread from her core to the tips of her fingers. She had never felt this way before, not even with Jamal. Her eyes fell to her body, the water droplets tracing a tantalizing path down her skin. Her breasts, full and heavy, bounced slightly with the rapid beating of her heart.

Sameena quickly wrapped the towel around herself, the fabric clinging to her wet skin. She could still feel the weight of Raju's gaze, the intensity of his stare, even though he was no longer in the room. Her thoughts raced, trying to comprehend the sudden, unbidden desire that had surfaced. Her hand, trembling slightly, reached up to her cheek, tracing the path that his eyes had taken.

With a shaky hand, she locked the door, ensuring her privacy. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but they only grew more intense. Her eyes fell to her own reflection in the mirror, her body still glistening from the shower. The sight of herself, so exposed, filled her with a strange sense of power.

Her hand, almost of its own accord, began to wander over her skin. She touched her collarbone, tracing the line down to the valley between her breasts. Her nipples hardened under her fingertips, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her other hand slid down to her stomach, her abdomen tightening with anticipation. She felt a wetness between her legs that she had never experienced before, not even with Jamal.

Her eyes searched the mirror, seeking answers to the tumult of emotions within her. Her hand moved lower, her fingers brushing against the soft, untouched folds of her pussy. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, the sound of her own breathing amplified in the silent room. She could feel the heat building, a coil of desire that she had never acknowledged.


Her fingers grew bolder, parting her wetness and exploring the uncharted territory. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced. Her thumb found her clit, a small bundle of nerves that seemed to be the center of this newfound universe. She rubbed it gently, her eyes closing as the waves grew stronger.


Sameena's breath grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with each caress. Her other hand found its way to her breasts, her thumb flicking over her erect nipples. The dual sensations sent her spiraling into a vortex of ecstasy. Her towel fell away, forgotten in her quest for release. She was lost in the moment, her body moving in time with her own touch.

Her fingers grew slick with her arousal as she dipped them inside herself, feeling the warm, velvety walls of her pussy contract around them. She pushed deeper, the sensation sending tremors through her body. Her legs grew weak, and she leaned against the cool marble of the vanity for support. Her eyes remained closed, her mind a whirlwind of sensations and emotions.

The sound of her wetness filled the room, a secret symphony that she had never heard before. Her breath hitched as she picked up the pace, her hips moving in rhythm with her hand. She felt an unfamiliar ache building deep within her, a pressure that grew with each stroke. Her thumb circled her clit with more urgency, and she bit her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.


Her body was a landscape of sensations she had never explored, each touch more exquisite than the last. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, a storm gathering within her. Her hand moved faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The feeling was overwhelming, a crescendo that she didn't know how to control.

And then it hit her, the most intense orgasm of her life. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, her back against the cool marble. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her like a high tide. She bit her hand to keep from crying out, the intensity of the climax leaving her breathless.

[Cuckoldindian]

UPDATE 2 is brewing

[Cuckoldindian]

UPDATE 2 COMING

[3sivaram]

repeated

[sri7869]

Good start

[tomdickharry2024]

Amazing scene! Very well written sir!

[Cuckoldindian]

How to add pics and gifs, i have more capters coming up,

[Avilis]

not bad for 1st!

[tweeny_fory]

super strat.. nice writing.. but continue the story bro.. dont repeat the same

[Amino]

Very erotic story bro and Samreena too is damn sexy let's see what awaits her
So update soon

[Rizzi1198]

Nice start

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 2:

As the ripples of pleasure subsided, she slowly picked herself up, her legs wobbly. She reached for the towel, her mind racing with confusion and guilt. How could she have done this? Her eyes searched the room, as if expecting to find an answer in the shadows. But the room remained silent, the only sound the distant chirping of birds outside.
 
With trembling hands, she dressed in her usual conservative attire, the fabric whispering against her sensitive skin. She stepped out of the bedroom, her heart thudding with each step, unsure of what she would say to Raju. She found him in the kitchen, his back to her as he focused on his chores. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew they needed to have.
 
"Raju," she called out softly, her voice wavering slightly. He turned around, his eyes avoiding hers, his cheeks still flushed. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I know it was unexpected for both of us."

 
He nodded, his eyes flickering to the floor. "It was my mistake, Madam," he murmured, using the respectful term for a woman. "I should have knocked before entering."
 
Sameena's heart ached with his discomfort. She knew it was not his intention to disrespect her, but the unspoken tension lingered like a heavy mist. "Please, look at me, Raju," she said gently. He raised his gaze, and she saw the fear in his eyes, fear of losing his job, fear of her wrath, fear of what this moment could mean for their relationship. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It's okay. It was an accident. We are both adults, and we can move past this."
 
Raju's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of anger or disapproval. Finding none, he nodded slowly, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thank you, Madam," he whispered, his voice thick with relief. "I will make sure it does not happen again."
 
The next day dawned, the sun casting a gentle glow over the city of Chennai. The household woke to the usual sounds of life starting anew, but Sameena felt a new current of energy in the air. She couldn't shake off the memory of the previous day, her thoughts inescapably drawn to the moment she had shared with Raju. Every time she caught a glimpse of him, she felt a flutter in her stomach, her cheeks warming. The way he had looked at her, the way she had felt under his gaze, was something she hadn't anticipated.

 
As she went about her duties, the fabric of her abaya felt heavier than usual, the weight of her secret clinging to her like a second skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she performed the mundane tasks of the day, her mind playing back the incident in the bedroom like a silent film. The memory made her body react in ways she had never felt before, a secret thrill that she was both scared and intrigued by.
 
Later that afternoon, as the sun blazed outside and the house was a sanctuary of coolness, Sameema found herself lingering in the corridor where the laundry was hung to dry. She could see Raju in the distance, his back turned as he worked in the garden. The thought of his eyes on her body sent a rush of heat to her core, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about her too. Her hand unconsciously strayed to her neck, her pulse quickening as she recalled the way his gaze had lingered on her bare skin.
 
Her mind raced with the temptation to push the boundaries, to test the waters of this newfound desire. An idea began to form, a way to satisfy her curiosity without crossing the line. She picked a simple yet form-fitting dress from her wardrobe, one that accentuated her curves without being too revealing. The fabric was light, allowing for the slightest glimpse of her skin through the mesh sleeves and neckline.

 
As she descended the stairs, the sound of her anklets chimed a melody of temptation. She found Jamal in the living room, engrossed in his paperwork. He barely looked up, offering a cursory glance before returning to his work. The sight of him, so oblivious to the tempest brewing within her, only fueled her need for attention.
 
Throughout the day, Sameena found her eyes straying to Raju, his youthful grace as he moved about the house. She caught glimpses of his strong arms, the way his shirt clung to his back as he bent to pick something up, and she felt a tug of desire. The thought of his eyes on her body again made her wet, the fabric of her underwear sticking to her skin.
 
As the day progressed, the tension grew, a silent dance of glances and unspoken desires. Sameena knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the temptation. When Jamal left for a business meeting, she knew her opportunity had arrived. She retreated to their bedroom, the scene of the day's earlier revelation, and changed into the dress she had picked out.
 
Her heart racing, she called out to Raju, her voice a delicate blend of authority and allure. "Raju, could you come here, please?" He appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her. The dress was modest by most standards, but for Sameena, it was a declaration of war against her own inhibitions.
 
He stepped into the room, his gaze dropping to the floor as he awaited her instructions. "Madam?" he asked tentatively. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Could you help me with something?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.
 
Raju nodded, his eyes still avoiding hers. She could see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants, and she felt a thrill of power. She had never noticed before how attractive he was, his lean body and strong features. But now, she couldn't unsee it. She gestured to the pile of clothes on the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Could you help me hang these up?"
 
He approached the bed, his gaze flicking up to meet hers before returning to the garments. His hands hovered over the fabric, his knuckles brushing against her bare skin as he lifted the clothes. Each time he made contact, she felt a jolt of electricity. She stepped closer, her breath shallow and fast. "Be careful," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "They're very delicate."
 
Raju's eyes darted to hers again, a question in his gaze. He was aware of the charged air in the room, the silent conversation they were having without words. He took a deep breath, his hands moving more deliberately now. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose.
Her hand brushed against his as she handed him another garment, and she felt the spark between them. He flinched, his eyes flicking up to hers before looking away again. She stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. "I need to go to the bathroom," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Could you wait here for me?"
 
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she turned and swayed out of the room. Her heart hammered in her chest as she shut the door behind her, the anticipation making her lightheaded. She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes dark with desire. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't resist the allure of the forbidden. Her hand drifted down to her pussy, the fabric of her dress damp with her arousal.
 
When she returned, Raju was still there, his eyes lingering on the spot she had just been. She approached him, her hips swaying with purpose. He stumbled over his words as she handed him the last piece of clothing, his hand brushing against her bare shoulder. She shivered at the touch, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
 
"Thank you, Raju," she said, her voice a breathy caress. "You've been very helpful." He nodded, his eyes darting to the floor again. "It's nothing, Madam," he murmured. She stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. "No, it's something," she corrected him. "It's something that makes me feel... alive."
 
Her hand reached out and rested on his arm, her fingers light as a feather. "I need a moment to myself," she told him. "Please, go to the living room. I'll be there shortly." There was a command in her voice that was unfamiliar to both of them, yet it sent a thrill through his body. He nodded again, his eyes never leaving hers, and left the room.
 
Sameena watched him go, her chest heaving with the effort of maintaining control. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. When she opened them again, she felt a new sense of power. The fear and confusion of the morning had been replaced by a determination to explore this uncharted territory of desire. She walked to the kitchen, her hips swaying with newfound confidence.
 
Her hand trembled slightly as she removed her head scarf, letting her dark hair cascade down her back. The neckline of her dress dipped a little lower, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. She felt naked, exposed, and exhilarated. She took a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice from the fridge and made her way to the living room, the cold glass sweating in her hand.

 
Raju was seated on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. As she approached, his eyes flickered up to meet hers, lingering on the swell of her breasts. She held his gaze, feeling a heady mix of power and vulnerability. "Here, Raju," she said, her voice a sultry purr as she offered him the juice.
 
Her hand trembled slightly as she bent down, the neckline of her dress dipping even lower. The coolness of the glass contrasted with the heat of her skin as it grazed the top of her cleavage. His eyes followed the path of the liquid as she brought it to his lips, his pupils dilating with desire. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving hers. The act was innocent, yet it was loaded with meaning.

 
Sameena felt the fabric of her dress brush against her skin as she leaned in, the coolness of the glass sending shivers down her spine. She watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and she knew he was fighting his own internal battle. She took a step back, placing the glass on the coffee table with a gentle clink. The silence between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken want.
 
With a soft sigh, she sat down next to him, the cushions sinking slightly beneath her weight. "Raju," she began, her voice a gentle coo. "I feel like we've shared something... intimate. I want to know more about you." His eyes searched hers, the uncertainty clear in his gaze. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," she assured him, her hand landing lightly on his knee.
 
He took a deep breath, his heart racing like a wild horse in his chest. "Madam," he began, his voice strained. "I don't think it's appropriate." She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his arm. "Please," she urged. "Call me Sameena." The sound of his name on her lips sent a jolt through his body, and he found himself relenting.
 
He spoke haltingly at first, his words choppy and unsure. He talked about his village, his family, and his dreams of a better life in the city. With each question she asked, he felt the barriers between them crumbling, like ancient ruins succumbing to the relentless march of time. He shared his hopes, his fears, and his deepest desires.
 
Sameena leaned in closer, her hand still resting on his knee, her thumb making slow, gentle circles. She could feel the muscles under her touch tighten, his body responding to her nearness. "Do you have a girlfriend, Raju?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.

 
He swallowed hard, his heart thudding in his chest. "No, Madam," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The word hung in the air, a declaration of his untouched status, a silent invitation for her to fill the void. She leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
 
"And what do you think of me, Raju?" she asked, her voice a siren's call. His eyes flickered to her cleavage before darting back to her face, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "Madam, I... I mean Sameena, I respect you," he stuttered, his hand moving to his neck, his thumb rubbing the skin nervously.
 
Sameena leaned in even closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "But do you find me... desirable?" she whispered. His body tensed, his hand stopping mid-stroke. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the erratic rhythm of their breathing.
 
"Madam, I mean Sameena," he began, his voice hoarse with unspoken want. "I... I don't know what you mean." His innocence was almost endearing, but she knew better. She decided to be more direct. "Raju, are you a virgin?"
 
His eyes widened, the question clearly confusing him. "Virgin?" he echoed, his brow furrowed in genuine bewilderment. Sameena's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that he truly didn't understand the concept? Or was he playing coy, trying to avoid the subject?
 
Deciding to clarify, she leaned in even closer, her breasts grazing his arm. "You know, Raju," she whispered, her voice as sweet as honey. "Someone who hasn't... been with a woman yet." His eyes searched hers, the confusion slowly morphing into understanding. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing again.
"Madam," he said, his voice barely a murmur. "I have... I have never been with a woman before." The confession hung in the air, a spark igniting the tension between them. Sameena felt a thrill of excitement. His innocence was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power knowing she could be the one to introduce him to the world of carnality.
 
"Ah," she said, her voice a knowing purr. "So, you are a... virgin." The word rolled off her tongue, as if it were a delicate piece of silk. She watched as his cheeks reddened even further, his eyes flicking down to the hand she had placed on his leg. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the throb of his pulse under her fingertips.
 
"But, have you ever... explored yourself?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, to find out what feels good?" His eyes shot to hers, wide with shock and confusion. "Madam, I do not understand," he replied, his voice a strained murmur.
Sameena took his hand in hers, her touch soft and reassuring. "Raju," she began, her voice a gentle caress. "Sometimes, people touch themselves to find pleasure. It's nothing to be ashamed of." His eyes searched hers, the wheels turning in his mind. "Do you mean...?" His voice trailed off, the question hanging in the air like a humid summer evening.
 
"Yes," she confirmed, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "It's called masturbation. And I know that you, as a man, must have... feelings." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I want to show you, Raju. I want to help you understand your body." His pulse raced as she spoke, the words foreign yet enticing.
 
Raju's eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and fear. "Madam," he stuttered, "I have never... I do not know how." Sameena's smile was gentle, understanding. "It's all right," she soothed. "I can teach you." Her words hung in the air, a silent invitation that seemed to echo through the room.

[Kabib]

Super story, I wish I had ur skills in writing

[Cuckoldindian]

He took a deep, shaky breath, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. "Madam, I... I don't think it's right," he protested weakly, his resolve wavering. "But I can't ignore what I felt that day, when I saw you in the bathroom." The memory of her naked form was seared into his mind, a vision that haunted his dreams and waking thoughts alike.
 
Sameena leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Raju," she whispered, "I want to know. Did you find me... desirable?" The question was loaded with meaning, her eyes searching his for any sign of his true feelings.
 
Raju gulped, his throat dry with nervousness. "Madam," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "When I saw you in the bathroom, I... I felt something." He paused, his gaze dropping to his lap, where his erection was painfully obvious.
 
 
Sameena leaned back slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Did you find me desirable, Raju?" she pressed, her voice a seductive purr. "Was your manhood... aroused by the sight of me?" She didn't need to clarify further; the implication was clear.
 
Raju's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, his eyes flicking down to her hand, which was still resting on his leg, dangerously close to his growing arousal. "Madam," he managed, his voice a strangled whisper. "I... I don't know what you mean." But his body was telling a different story, his manhood straining against the fabric of his pants.
 
Sameena reached out with her free hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his erection. "I think you do, Raju," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to teach you how to find pleasure. How to make that feeling go away when you're alone." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. "But first, you need to remove your clothes."


 
He swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But there was none. The room was suffocatingly small, the walls closing in around them. "Madam, I..." His voice was barely audible, his resolve crumbling like a sandcastle against the tide of her seduction.
 
 
Sameena's eyes held his, a fiery determination burning within them. "Trust me, Raju," she whispered, her hand sliding up his leg, her fingertips brushing against the bulge in his pants. "I'll make it easy for you." Her hand lingered there, the warmth of her touch searing through the fabric, making his member throb with anticipation.
 
Slowly, almost robotically, he began to strip. His shirt came off first, revealing a chest that was more defined than she had expected. His biceps flexed as he removed his trousers, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of his naked body was a revelation to her, a canvas of untouched perfection that she longed to explore.
 
As he lowered his underwear, his uncut member sprang free, and Sameena couldn't help but gasp. It was larger than Jamal's, the head a darker shade of brown, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening tip. Her eyes widened with surprise and a hint of excitement. She had never seen another man's penis before, and the stark contrast to her husband's was like comparing a desert mirage to a real oasis.

 
Her gaze lingered on his manhood, and she felt a thrill of power at his vulnerability. It was a moment of stark reality, a moment where she realized that she had the power to either embrace this newfound temptation or to reject it. Yet, as she took in the raw beauty of his naked form, she found herself unable to look away.
 

"Sit," she instructed, gesturing to the plush sofa behind him. He obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers as he sat down, his erection standing tall and proud before her. She approached him with a grace that belied the turmoil of emotions churning within her, and knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his.
 
Sameena leaned in, her mouth watering at the sight of his manhood. She spat gently into her hand, watching the bead of saliva form before her eyes. With a knowing smile, she reached out and wrapped her soft, warm hand around his shaft. The wetness of her spit made his skin slick, and she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

 
Raju's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a low moan, his body responding instinctively to her touch. Sameena watched him with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction, her own arousal growing with every stroke. She marveled at the size of him, so much larger than her husband's, and the thought of what was to come had her core aching with need.

 
Her eyes never left his face as she worked her hand up and down his length, her grip firm but gentle. She could see the pleasure etched into every line of his features, his mouth open in a silent cry, his eyes glazed over with lust. She felt a sense of power that was both thrilling and terrifying, as if she held the key to a door that had been locked for so long.
 
Raju's breathing grew more ragged, his hips moving in sync with her hand. He was like a wild animal, responding to the call of nature that she had unleashed within him. Sameena felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement, fear, and a dark, unidentifiable craving that she hadn't felt since the early days of her own sexual awakening.
 
"Madam," he gasped, his voice strained. "Something... something is happening." His words were a warning, but she was too lost in the moment to heed it. With a fierce determination, she stroked him faster, her hand a blur of motion.
 
Raju's body tensed, his back arching off the sofa as he let out a shout that echoed through the room. And then it came – a hot, sticky eruption that spurted onto her face, her hair, her dress. She felt the warmth of his seed on her skin, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. His eyes squeezed shut as he continued to spasm, his manhood pulsing in her hand, releasing wave after wave of his essence.
 
Sameena stared in shock, her hand still wrapped around his now-softening shaft. The reality of what had just happened crashed over her, a mix of arousal and disgust washing through her. She had never seen a man climax before, and the sight of it was both mesmerizing and revolting. Yet, she couldn't deny the power she felt in her hand, the power to bring this young man to the brink of pleasure and pull him over the edge.


Raju, he reaches climax, covering her face and clothes with his semen. She experiences a complex mix of emotions - shock, power, arousal, and disgust - at the intimate act she has initiated, which marks a significant milestone in their evolving relationship.

 
With trembling fingers, she reached up and wiped the remnants of his seed from her cheek. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Raju," she said, her voice calm but firm. "You must get dressed now."
 
He nodded, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his release. He looked at her with a mix of awe and gratitude, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. She handed him his clothes, her gaze lingering on his naked form for a moment longer before she turned away, giving him privacy. The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as he hastily put his clothes back on.
 
"Thank you, Madam," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "It was... it was like nothing I have ever felt before."
 
Sameena nodded, her own heart racing as she tried to gather her thoughts. "Raju," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "You must go home now. We will not speak of this to anyone, do you understand?"
 
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled on his clothes, his movements quick and efficient. "Madam, I promise," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This will be our secret."

[Cuckoldindian]

Amazing scene! Very well written sir!

thank you,

[Cuckoldindian]

UPDATE  4:

As he dressed, Sameena took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing with the implications of what had just transpired. She had crossed a line, one that she never thought she would dare to approach. Yet here she was, her hand still sticky with his seed, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread.
 
 
"Raju," she called out, her voice steady despite the tumult within her. "You must go to your house now. Remember, this is our secret. Not a word to anyone." She didn't need to say more; the gravity of her tone was enough to make him nod solemnly.
 
He quickly pulled on his clothes, his movements a silent dance of obedience. She watched him dress, his body still flushed from the experience, his eyes never leaving hers. "Can we... do this again?" he asked tentatively, hope tinging his voice.
 
Sameena's smile was a promise wrapped in a whisper. "Yes, Raju," she assured him, her voice dripping with the sweetness of temptation. "But only if you keep this between us. Our little secret."
 
Raju nodded fervently, his eyes shimmering with excitement and relief. "Madam, I swear it," he said, tying his shoes with trembling hands. "Nobody will know."
 
As the door clicked shut behind him, Sameena was left alone in the quiet embrace of the house. She turned to face the mirror, her reflection a stark reminder of the transgressions that had just occurred. Her cheek was smeared with his seed, her hair matted with it, and her clothes bore the sticky evidence of their encounter. Yet, she felt a strange thrill pulsing through her veins, her body alight with an unfamiliar sensation that was both shocking and exhilarating.
 
 
Her eyes searched her own in the mirror, looking for signs of regret or guilt. But what she saw instead was a woman transformed – a creature of passion and desire, unshackled from the constraints of her conservative upbringing. Her pupils dilated with arousal as she took in the sight of herself, her hand straying to her neck, where she could still feel the ghost of his touch.
 
With a decisive nod, Sameena rose from her knees, her resolve solidifying like concrete. She knew what she had to do next. She had to cleanse herself before Jamal returned. She had to scrub away the evidence of her infidelity, the sticky residue of their shared secret.
 
With swift, efficient movements, she stripped herself naked, the fabric of her clothes peeling away from her skin like the layers of an onion. She could still feel the heat of Raju's touch on her exposed flesh, the echoes of his gasps in her ears. The room felt suddenly too warm, too small, suffocating her with the weight of what had happened.

 
Her heart pounded in her chest as she padded over to the bathroom, the cool tiles a welcome relief under her bare feet. She turned on the faucet, the sound of water rushing into the tub like a symphony to her ears. The room filled with steam, the mirrors fogging over to obscure her reflection. It was as if the very air was trying to erase the evidence of her transgression.
 
 
Sameena stepped into the warm embrace of the water, her muscles relaxing as the heat enveloped her. She took a deep breath, her hand drifting to her still-sensitive skin, tracing the path that Raju's had taken. The water felt almost holy as it cascaded over her, washing away the stickiness and the guilt.


 
As the water swirled around her, carrying away the evidence of their encounter, she began to scrub herself with a fervor that bordered on obsession. Every inch of her body was cleansed, as if the soap and the scalding water could scrub away the sin itself. Her mind raced with thoughts of Jamal, her marriage, and the life she had built within the confines of her culture.
 
Finally, she stepped out of the tub, her skin pink and pruned from the heat. She wrapped herself in a soft, plush towel, her body shivering slightly from the sudden change in temperature. The mirror was still foggy, but she could see the determination in her eyes, the hunger that had been awakened in her.
 
After the bath, Sameena dressed herself in a conservative '. dress, her movements deliberate and almost ritualistic. Each layer she put on felt like a shield, protecting her from the guilt that threatened to consume her. The fabric whispered over her skin, a stark contrast to the roughness of Raju's touch. She pulled the dress over her head, feeling the weight of her choices settling onto her shoulders.
 

When Jamal arrived home, his footsteps echoed through the corridor, the sound jolting her back to reality. She put on a serene smile, ready to face the evening ahead. The usual pleasantries were exchanged, and they sat down for dinner, the aroma of spices filling the air. The mundane conversation was a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind.
 
After they had eaten, Jamal looked at her with a hint of surprise when she suggested they retire to the bedroom early. He followed her without question, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made her heart race. She knew she had to perform, to maintain the façade of a satisfied wife. As they lay down, she reached out for him, her hand sliding under the covers to find his already hard member.

 
Jamal's eyes widened in surprise at her sudden initiative, but he didn't protest. He allowed her to guide him inside her, his movements mechanical and uninspired. Sameena closed her eyes and tried to focus on the familiar feeling of her husband's body against hers, but all she could see was the image of Raju's naked form, his skin glistening with sweat, his eyes filled with desire. She bit her lip, her hips moving in time with Jamal's thrusts, trying to find the same release she had experienced with the servant earlier.
 

Her thoughts strayed, her mind replaying the way Raju's body had responded to her touch. The way his muscles had tensed under her palm, the way his breath had hitched when she had stroked him just right. It was all she could do not to moan his name aloud as her husband moved above her.

 
Jamal's eyes searched hers, looking for the same passion he saw in her expression earlier in the day. But Sameena's gaze was distant, her thoughts far from the man she had promised to love and cherish. Her hand slid between her thighs, her fingers tracing the slick folds of her sex. She knew Jamal would not begrudge her this small act of pleasure; he was too tired, too preoccupied with his own release.
 
As Jamal's breath grew ragged and his hips stuttered to a stop, she felt the familiar stirrings of arousal deep within her. But it was not her husband's touch that brought her to the brink – it was the memory of Raju's trembling hands, his inexperience a thrilling novelty. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her mind replaying the moments in the living room like a vivid, illicit film.
 
Jamal collapsed onto her, his weight a stark contrast to the delicate touch of the servant's body. He kissed her neck, his stubble scratching her skin, and she felt a shiver of revulsion. He was so different from the smooth, lithe form of the young man who had filled her thoughts all day. She forced herself to smile, to murmur sweet nothings into his ear as he drifted off to sleep.
 
Once Jamal's breathing evened out, she gently extracted herself from his embrace, her body still humming with the need for release. She slid her hand down her body, her fingertips finding the slickness between her thighs. Closing her eyes, she conjured the image of Raju's cock, thick and hard, and she began to rub herself in earnest.
 
Her thoughts raced back to the afternoon, to the way he had trembled under her touch, the way he had filled her hand so completely. She stroked herself faster, her breath coming in short gasps. Her other hand found her breast, her thumb teasing the nipple until it was a tight peak of desire. The bed creaked softly as she rocked her hips, the friction of her fingers against her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body.
 
Jamal's snores grew louder, a gentle reminder of the man who lay next to her, oblivious to the storm raging within her. She bit her lip harder to muffle her sounds, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm built, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. And then, with a silent cry, it broke over her, her body shuddering with the intensity of it all.

 
The aftermath of her climax left her feeling both relieved and empty. She lay there, her hand still resting between her legs, the ache of unfulfilled desire lingering. The bed was a battleground of discarded inhibitions, a silent witness to the secret she now harbored.
 
As the night grew darker, Sameena drifted to sleep, her dreams a tumultuous mix of guilt and longing. The images of Raju's face and body swirled in her subconscious, a seductive dance that haunted her even in her slumber. She tossed and turned, her body craving more of what she had tasted earlier in the day.
 
The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room as the aroma of freshly brewed tea woke her from her restless sleep. She heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, the jingle of keys that signaled the start of a new day. Raju had arrived early, eager to begin his work before Jamal awoke.
 
Sameena listened to the sound of his footsteps, the soft thuds as he moved through the house, his movements more deliberate and cautious than usual. She knew he was aware of Jamal's presence, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of their secret, a forbidden fruit that only they shared.
 
As she made her way to the kitchen, she found him already at work, his back to her as he scrubbed the countertops. His shirt clung to his back, revealing the muscles that she had so recently explored. She poured herself a cup of tea, the warmth spreading through her, not just from the drink but from the knowledge that she had the power to make him tremble with just a look.
 
Their eyes met in the reflection of the polished chrome kettle, and for a brief moment, she saw the fire in his gaze. But then he looked away, his expression shuttered, and she knew that in Jamal's presence, they had to maintain the façade of servant and mistress. The tension was palpable, a delicious secret that thickened the air between them.
 
Jamal emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching. He didn't notice the electricity that arced between his wife and their servant, too preoccupied with his own morning routine. Sameena felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment, as if she had been caught in a thrilling dance and abruptly had to step aside.
 
The day progressed as usual, with Jamal leaving for work and Sameena seeing to the household chores. But every task felt heavier, her thoughts always straying to the young man who moved around her, his eyes averted. She knew she could never act on her desires with Jamal in the house, and the anticipation of their next stolen moment was a constant ache.
 
Once the house was in order, she retreated to her bedroom, the sanctum of her private thoughts. Slowly, deliberately, she removed her head scarf and abaya, letting them fall to the floor like a discarded mask. The salwar kameez she had chosen was a shade darker than usual, but it clung to her curves in a way that spoke of hidden rebellion. She left the shawl behind, allowing the neckline to dip just enough to reveal the slightest hint of cleavage.


 
Her heart racing, she called out for Raju. The sound of his footsteps grew louder, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. As he entered the living room, his eyes widened, taking in her new appearance. The fabric of her outfit whispered against her skin as she moved, a silent declaration of her intentions.
 
"Raju," she began, her voice a low purr, "you like the way I look today?"
 
He looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as they took in the soft curves revealed by her less conservative attire. "Madam," he said, his voice thick with desire, "you are always beautiful."
 
Sameena felt a thrill at his compliment, a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the heat of the day. "Do you mean it?" she asked, her own voice a little shaky.
 
Raju nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Madam. I think you should wear this every day."
 
Sameena's pulse quickened. "Every day?" she repeated, a playful smile playing on her lips.
 
"Yes, Madam," he replied, his eyes dark with want. "Every day, if it pleases you."
 
Sameena's smile grew, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Then perhaps you're ready for another... lesson," she suggested, her voice a sultry whisper. She took a step closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Just like yesterday, Raju. Are you ready for my hand?"
 
Raju's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Madam," he breathed, the words heavy with anticipation. "I am ready."
 
With a grace that belied the turmoil within her, Sameena set her teacup aside and approached him. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it hovered over the button of his shirt. "Then let us begin," she murmured, her fingertips brushing against the fabric.
Raju's eyes grew dark with need as he nodded, his hands moving to comply with her unspoken command. One by one, the buttons of his shirt gave way, revealing the taut expanse of his chest, the muscles rippling as he worked. He peeled the shirt from his body, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded promise.
 
Her eyes followed the trail of dark hair that disappeared below his waist, the line drawing her gaze downward. She watched as he undid his pants, the fabric sliding down his hips to pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them, his arousal evident, his body beautiful in its youthful innocence.
Sameena felt a powerful surge of desire as she took in the sight of him, fully naked before her. His cock stood proud, flushed and thick, a silent testament to his virility. She couldn't help but reach out and touch it, her fingertips brushing lightly against the velvety skin. He gasped, his body jerking at the contact.

 
"Madam," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
 
Sameena stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. With a gentle hand, she guided him to the couch, his eyes wide with anticipation. She felt a thrill of power as she watched him sit, his nakedness a stark contrast to her own modest attire. "Remain here," she instructed softly, turning towards the restroom.
 
Her heart hammered in her chest as she searched for the oil, her hand shaking slightly as she grasped the bottle. The scent of jasmine filled the air as she uncapped it, a heady aroma that seemed to intensify the moment. She took a deep breath and returned to the living room, her eyes locked on the prize that awaited her.
 
Raju was seated on the couch, his cock standing tall and proud, a testament to his youthful vitality. Sameena couldn't help but admire the beauty of his body, the way his muscles flexed with each shallow breath he took. She approached him, the oil bottle held firmly in her hand, and knelt before him.
 
The jasmine scent of the oil filled the room as she gently tipped the bottle, allowing the golden liquid to cascade onto his erection. It coated him, glistening in the soft light that filtered through the curtains. His cock looked like a divine offering, and she was the priestess, ready to perform her sacred duty.

 
Sameena began to stroke him, her hands moving in a mesmerizing rhythm that matched the beating of her heart. The oil made each touch slick and smooth, the sensation amplifying the pleasure that rolled through his body. He watched her, his eyes glazed with desire, as she worked him over, her movements growing more confident with each pass.
 
Her strokes grew bolder, her thumb circling the sensitive head of his cock as her other hand gripped the base firmly. She watched his reactions, her eyes flicking up to his face every few moments to gauge his pleasure, his gasps and moans spurring her on. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of passion that seemed to vibrate through the very air around them.

 
Raju's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he leaned back into the couch, his eyes closing in bliss. He had never felt anything like this before, the touch of a woman so sure and confident, her movements speaking of a hunger that matched his own. He marveled at the way her hands danced over him, her fingertips teasing and stroking, the oil making each caress a sensual masterpiece.
 
Sameena watched him, her eyes devouring the sight of his pleasure. She felt a strange thrill, a heady mix of power and desire that made her core ache. Her own breath grew shallow as she worked him, her own body responding to the erotic dance she had initiated. The fabric of her salwar kameez felt too tight, too confining, and she longed to shed it and join him in naked abandon.
 
But she held back, savoring the moment, her hands moving faster now as she watched his body tense. His hips bucked slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And then it happened - with a groan that seemed torn from the very depths of his soul, Raju released, his hot seed spurting onto her face and dress. She gasped, both shocked and exhilarated by the suddenness of it, the warmth of him on her skin.

 
Her heart raced as she watched him come down from the peak of pleasure, his chest heaving with each breath. He opened his eyes, looking at her with a mix of awe and fear, as if he had just realized what they had done. But Sameena felt only a fierce satisfaction, a sense of power that she had never felt before.
 
"Dress yourself, Raju," she instructed, her voice firm but gentle. "We must get back to our duties before Jamal returns."
 
With trembling hands, Raju complied, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled his pants back up. The fabric whispered against his skin, a stark reminder of their transgressions. He tucked in his shirt, his movements jerky as he fought to compose himself. Sameena watched him, her expression unreadable.
 
"Raju," she said, her voice still a purr, "you will clean the living room and kitchen today. Make sure everything is spotless."
 
Her words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically. He nodded, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. As he began to pull his shirt over his head, she turned away, the fabric whispering against her own skin as she made her way to the bathroom. The scent of jasmine clung to her, a sweet and musky reminder of the act they had just shared.
 
Sameena stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her body, washing away the sticky residue of their encounter. She felt a strange mix of emotions - guilt, exhilaration, and a burning desire for more. The water sluiced over her curves, tracing the same path her hands had taken on Raju's body just moments before. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth envelop her, and allowed herself to replay the scene in her mind.
 
Her fingertips grazed her own skin, mimicking the touch she had bestowed upon him. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power, a thrill that she had brought this strong, young man to his knees with nothing but her own touch. But as the water washed away the evidence of their shared pleasure, she knew she had to be careful. The line they had crossed was a dangerous one, and the consequences could be dire if Jamal ever found out.
 
The shrill ring of her phone pierced the silence of the bathroom, jolting her from her thoughts. She stepped out of the shower, the water beading on her skin as she reached for the towel. Wrapping it around herself, she picked up the phone, her heart racing at the sight of Jamal's name on the screen.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice a tad too high.
 
"Sameena, it's Jamal," his voice was curt and business-like. "I've got to leave for an urgent trip to Mumbai. The flight leaves in an hour."
 
Her heart skipped a beat. Two days. Two days of uninterrupted time with Raju. Two days of freedom from the prying eyes of her husband and the constraints of her marriage. "What happened?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
 
"Some trouble with a supplier," Jamal replied, his tone brusque. "I'll be back in two days. Make sure the house is in order and prepare my favorite meal for when I return."

[Cuckoldindian]

How to post GIFS?

[tweeny_fory]

wow .. wat a lovely journey and exploration of raju by sameena...
loved it bro..
keep rocking.. eagerly waiting for the 2 day of (s)exploration

[Tutelage]

wanna more!
you write like god

[Jennet]

I like it! ;)