Misc. Erotica The Gas Agency (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

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The Gas Agency

By Novelist Casanova 

The Gas Agency 

  





Chapter 1: The Cheap Lodge

It was early in the morning at around 6 AM inside a cheap lodge outside Bangalore. The power cut had lasted all night so the old rusty fan above the bed stayed completely still. Sweat covered every inch of my naked body and the old man’s naked body as we lay tangled on the dirty bed. The room smelled thickly of stale sweat mixed with old cum and cheap country liquor.
The lodge itself was filthy. Broken tiles on the floor had dark stains from years of use. Walls had cracks with black mold growing in them. A single dim bulb hung from the ceiling giving weak yellow light. The bed sheets were old and crumpled with dried cum spots from previous customers. Cockroaches crawled slowly near the bathroom door that had no proper lock. Outside the window I could hear stray dogs barking and early morning lorries passing on the dusty road leading back to the city.
The old man lay heavy on top of me hugging me tight in his sleep. He was dark skinned, ugly and old. His wrinkled face had deep lines and a few missing teeth showed when his mouth hung open in sleep. Grey hairs stuck to his sweaty black chest and his fat black belly crushed against my stomach. His limp cock rested sticky against my pussy lips with dried cum coating the head and shaft making my pussy lips feel slick and used. His balls pressed sweaty and heavy between my thighs their loose black skin sticking to my inner thighs from the long hours of fucking. His arms wrapped around my body holding me close while my own arms were around his neck in the position we had fallen asleep after last night’s long fucking.
His fat black belly rose and fell slowly against my soft stomach with every breath he took. Beads of sweat rolled from his grey hairy black chest and dripped directly onto my boobs sliding down the valley between my boobs and collecting in my navel. His limp cock lay nestled right between my pussy lips the sticky head kissing my clit every time he shifted even slightly in sleep. I could feel the warmth of his balls pressing firmly against my pussy lips and the leftover cum from multiple loads still leaking slowly out of my pussy mixing with fresh sweat and making my thighs glisten.
My boobs were crushed under his black chest my nipples hard and sensitive from being sucked and pinched all night. Sweat trickled from my nipples and ran down the sides of my boobs as I breathed. My mangalsutra was trapped between our sweaty bodies the gold chain sticking to my skin and his ugly black chest. Every small movement made his limp cock rub gently along my pussy lips sending tiny jolts through my sore clit. His black balls felt warm and heavy resting right against my wet pussy lips reminding me how deep he had shoved his cock into my pussy again and again until I could not stop cumming. The thick smell of his sweat mixed with the sharp scent of his cum leaking from my pussy filled my nose with every breath. My pussy lips throbbed around the head of his limp cock still feeling the stretch from hours of being fucked hard. His black chest hair rubbed against my boobs and his black belly sweat mixed with my stomach sweat.
I Sudha felt panic rising inside me. I needed to get out of this filthy cheap lodge as quickly as possible and return home to my husband Rajesh and my three sons. My heart pounded with tension because if the old man woke up he would definitely want to fuck my pussy again. He would curse himself that he should have enjoyed my pussy more thoroughly last night even though he had already fucked me for hours. I could not let that happen. I had to leave now before he opened his eyes.
At home Rajesh and my three sons believed I had gone to the temple with the old man’s wife and daughters for an early morning special pooja. That was the story I had told them yesterday evening so they would not worry or suspect anything. Rajesh had nodded without doubt because he trusted me completely as his loyal wife. My sons had kissed my cheeks and wished me safe travel. The lie weighed heavy on my heart but it gave me the cover I needed for this secret night.
The old man stirred slowly in his half sleep. His arms tightened around my body hugging me even tighter. His black chest crushed my boobs harder as he pulled me closer. His limp cock pressed firmer between my pussy lips. He whispered in a sleepy rough voice. "Sudha do not get up yet. Stay like this. I want to feel your body more."
I hugged him tight with my arms around his neck pretending I liked him. I kissed his wrinkled black cheek softly. He immediately started kissing all over my neck and then my cheek sucking and licking my skin while his hands squeezed my boobs. His rough lips moved hungrily as he murmured in half sleep. "Last night was so good Sudha. I enjoyed making love to your pussy so much. Your pussy gripped my cock so tightly every time I pushed deep. You are too good in bed."
I listened with heavy guilt in my heart for Rajesh but pretended to be horny and caring. I moaned softly and whispered. "You were too good. You fucked my pussy so well. I loved how your cock filled my pussy completely. You made me cum so many times."
He kissed my cheek again and then my neck harder while squeezing my ass cheeks. "I love you Sudha. You are the wife I would have married if I got the chance. If you were my wife I would have enjoyed your pussy and your boobs every single day. I would have kept you happy and fucked you every night."
I continued pretending with a soft moan even as guilt twisted inside me and urgency to rush home burned in my chest. "I also enjoyed it a lot. You were amazing. But my husband Rajesh will be waiting for me at home. I have to reach soon."
He kept kissing my cheek and neck while murmuring sleepily, his voice thick with tiredness yet still horny for me. "Do not worry Sudha. Your husband thinks you are with my wife and daughters at the temple for the early morning pooja. He will not suspect anything. Stay a little longer with me. I want you here. I love having your body next to me."
I whispered back still hugging him tight while my mind screamed to escape. "I need to use the washing room for a minute. Let me clean my pussy a little."
He mumbled in half sleep while still kissing my cheek, his grip weak from exhaustion but his words full of desire. "Okay but only few minutes. After that I will drop you in my car. I do not want you to go alone. I want you to stay with me longer."
I whispered. "No need. I can go home in my Activa. It is parked outside. You rest. I will manage."
He kept murmuring sleepily, fighting to stay awake because he wanted me near him. "Go after few minutes. Do not go now. I love you Sudha. Stay close to me." His grip loosened slightly as he fell back into deep sleep.
I waited with racing heart until his breathing became heavy and steady again. Every second felt like torture. My body was desperate to run home to Rajesh and my sons, yet I had to move with extreme care so he would not wake up and pull me back for more.
Only when I was completely sure he was in deep sleep did I start moving extremely slowly. I eased his arms off my hips little by little while keeping every movement soft and silent. His sweaty cock dragged across my pussy lips as I shifted and more cum leaked out from my pussy down my thighs. My breath stayed trapped in my throat. One wrong move and he would open his eyes and grab me again.
He did not wake up this time. I continued my careful struggle. I slid one arm from around his neck and pushed gently at his fat black belly while my other hand eased his arm away from my ass cheeks. Sweat poured down my back and between my ass cheeks making my naked body slippery. My heart hammered so loudly I was scared he could hear it.
Finally after long careful minutes I managed to roll him onto his side. His ugly naked body flopped onto the stained sheet still breathing heavy with exhaustion. His black skin shone with sweat and his limp cock lay wet against his thigh with cum residue on it. I sat up on the edge of the dirty bed my naked ass cheeks pressing against the crumpled sheet. Sweat dripped from my nipples onto my thighs. My pussy lips felt sore and swollen. Fresh cum slowly trickled from my pussy mixing with the sweat on my thighs. My mangalsutra stuck to my sweaty boobs reminding me of Rajesh and my sons waiting at home.
I looked at the ugly old man still sleeping naked beside me. His fat belly rose and fell and his cock twitched once more as if dreaming of fucking my pussy again. Tension filled every inch of my body because I knew I had only a few minutes before he might wake up and demand more of my pussy. I stood up from the bed as quietly as possible. My pussy still leaked his cum as I moved carefully towards the small attached bathroom.
Every extra second here increased the risk of the old man waking up and pulling me back onto the bed to fuck my pussy again.


I stood up from the dirty bed as quietly as possible. My pussy still leaked his cum as fresh drops of his semen slowly trickled down my pussy lips and along my inner thighs. My mangalsutra swung gently between my boobs with every careful step I took.
I bent down slowly near the edge of the bed and picked up my clothes one by one. First I grabbed my maroon colour panties. The thin maroon panties felt slightly damp from last night’s sweat and cum. I held the maroon panties in my hand and felt the sticky wetness still clinging near the crotch area where my pussy had soaked the maroon panties completely.
Next I picked up my white bra. My nipples were still hard and sensitive as I looked at the white bra cups that had been pulled down so many times during the night.
Then I gathered my yellow petticoat, my yellow blouse and finally my yellow saree. The bright yellow saree was crumpled on the floor with faint white cum stains visible near the lower border where his cock had rubbed against the yellow saree while he was fucking me.
Carrying all my clothes in my arms — my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree — I walked naked towards the small attached bathroom. My boobs jiggled softly with each step. My ass cheeks swayed gently as I moved. Fresh cum continued to leak from my pussy and ran down my thighs in slow sticky trails. Every drop reminded me of how deeply the old man had filled my pussy last night.
I stepped inside the tiny filthy bathroom and closed the door behind me as softly as I could. The bathroom was small and dirty with stained walls and a cracked mirror. A weak stream of water came from the tap. I stood there completely naked holding my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree close to my chest. My pussy lips still throbbed and felt swollen while more of his cum slowly dripped out of my pussy onto the dirty bathroom floor.
My heart was racing with urgency to get dressed and leave this place before the old man woke up again, but for a brief moment I stood there feeling the cool morning air on my naked boobs, nipples, pussy and ass cheeks.
I stood inside the tiny filthy bathroom holding my maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow saree close to my chest. My pussy lips still throbbed and felt swollen while more of his cum slowly dripped out of my pussy onto the dirty floor.
I quickly hung all my clothes on the rusty nail fixed on the bathroom wall. The maroon panties dangled first, then the white bra, followed by the yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and finally the yellow saree. The clothes swayed slightly as I let them go.
On the small shelf near the tap I saw a used tube of toothpaste and a small half-used Medimix soap. I squeezed a little bit of the used toothpaste onto my index finger. The paste felt cool and slightly gritty on my fingertip. I opened my mouth and started brushing my teeth with my finger. I rubbed the paste thoroughly over my upper teeth, then my lower teeth, moving my index finger in small circles inside my mouth. I scrubbed my tongue and the roof of my mouth as well, making sure every corner was cleaned. The minty taste spread quickly as I continued brushing vigorously with my finger for a few seconds. Finally I bent down, took water in my palm from the tap and rinsed my mouth clean multiple times, spitting out the water until my mouth felt fresh.
Urgency burned inside me. I had to finish fast and leave before the old man woke up.
I turned on the tap and let the weak stream of water fall over my body. I started bathing hurriedly from head to toe. First I wet my hair completely, letting water run down my neck and over my boobs. I took the small Medimix soap and rubbed it quickly between my palms to create lather. I applied the soap all over my boobs, squeezing and rubbing my boobs in fast circular motions so the lather covered my nipples completely. The soap made my nipples tingle as I washed them.
I moved lower and soaped my stomach and navel, pushing my finger inside my navel to clean it properly. Then I lathered my hips and ass cheeks, spreading my ass cheeks slightly with one hand while rubbing the soap over my asshole and between my ass cheeks. Water mixed with soap ran down the curve of my ass cheeks.
My hands moved even faster between my thighs. I soaped my pussy lips thoroughly, rubbing the lather over my swollen pussy lips and clit. I slid my soapy fingers along my pussy to wash away the sticky cum that was still leaking out. I cleaned deep between my pussy lips making sure every trace of his cum was removed while the water rinsed everything away. My pussy felt sensitive and warm under my hurried fingers.
I quickly soaped my thighs, knees and calves, then bent down to wash my feet. Water splashed everywhere as I rinsed my entire body from head to toe in quick, urgent strokes. Soap suds mixed with leftover cum swirled down the drain.
My heart kept racing the whole time. Every second I spent in the bathroom felt dangerous. I knew the old man could wake up any moment and come looking for my pussy again. I finished bathing as fast as I could, my wet boobs, pussy and ass cheeks glistening under the weak bathroom light.
I was desperate to get dressed and escape this filthy lodge before it was too late.
I finished bathing as fast as I could. Water still dripped from my wet boobs, nipples, pussy and ass cheeks. I grabbed the cheap thin towel hanging on the hook and quickly towelled myself. I rubbed the rough towel over my boobs, squeezing them lightly to dry the water between my boobs. I moved the towel down my stomach and navel, then bent slightly to dry my ass cheeks and between my thighs. I wiped my pussy lips carefully, feeling the towel brush against my still-sensitive clit. Finally I dried my thighs and legs in hurried strokes.
Still slightly damp, I reached for my clothes hanging on the rusty nail. I picked up my maroon panties first. The maroon panties felt cool in my hand. I bent down and held the maroon panties open with both hands. I lifted my right leg first and slowly slid my right foot through the right leg hole of the maroon panties. The elastic edge glided up along my right calf and over my right thigh. Then I lifted my left leg and slid my left foot through the left leg hole. I pulled the maroon panties steadily up my thighs. The maroon panties hugged my ass cheeks as I tugged them higher. I adjusted the waistband around my hips and pulled the crotch of the maroon panties snugly against my pussy lips. The fabric of the maroon panties pressed firmly over my pussy, covering my clit and pussy lips completely. A small wet patch immediately appeared on the maroon panties where leftover moisture from my pussy soaked through.
Next I picked up my white bra. I held the white bra in front of me and slipped my arms through the straps. I brought the two cups over my boobs, covering my nipples and the full roundness of my boobs. I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra hooks, then hooked them together. I adjusted the white bra so it sat properly, lifting and holding my boobs firmly in place. My nipples poked slightly against the white bra cups.
That was when my phone started ringing loudly from the other room. It was my husband Rajesh’s special ring tone. My heart jumped.
Still wearing only my white bra and maroon panties, I quickly opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the main room. The moment I stepped out, the ringing phone had already woken up the old man. He was standing completely naked right in front of me. His ugly dark skinned body was still sweaty. His cock had grown rock hard and stood erect, pointing straight at me as he stared hungrily at my body in just the white bra and maroon panties. His eyes moved slowly over my boobs pushing against the white bra, down to my hips and the maroon panties tightly covering my pussy. His cock twitched visibly with a full boner while he looked at me.
"Oh Sudha... look at you..." he groaned in a hoarse, hungry voice, his eyes going wide with lust. "You look so fucking hot in that white bra and maroon panties. Your boobs are pushing so beautifully against the white bra. I can see your nipples poking through. And those maroon panties... they are hugging your pussy so tight. You are so beautiful, so tempting. My cock is going crazy just seeing you like this."
He slowly opened his arms wide while his right hand reached down and started stroking his hard cock. He pumped his cock up and down with long, slow strokes, his eyes locked on my white bra and maroon panties. His cock throbbed and grew even harder in his fist as he stared at me.
"You are driving me mad, Sudha. Come here... you look too sexy to let go. I want to fuck your pussy again right now."
He kept stroking his cock faster, getting ready to fuck me again, and gestured with his left hand for me to run straight into his embrace.
I stood frozen, my heart beating wildly. One part of me desperately wanted to run into his open arms. He was such an influential man. If I pleased him again, he could give me even more power, more gas agencies, more money, and make my family richer than I ever dreamed. But the other part of me screamed to stop. I loved my husband Rajesh with all my heart. I had already betrayed him once for the sake of our future. How could I let this old man fuck my pussy again while Rajesh was calling me?
Guilt and forbidden desire fought inside my chest as I stood there in my white bra and maroon panties, staring at his throbbing cock.



To Be Continued ...!

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Chapter 2: Sudha's Dreams

My name is Sudha.
I am a housewife, hot and sexy.
I have a stunning homely yet highly seductive face. My large, expressive eyes are deep and kohl-lined, with long thick lashes that flutter innocently while hiding pure lust. My eyebrows are perfectly arched, giving me a bold, commanding look. I have high, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and full, plump, naturally pink lips that look made for sucking cock and deep kissing. When I smile softly, my lips part just enough to show my perfect white teeth. My long, thick jet-black hair cascades down my back like a silky waterfall, often tied in a loose bun with a few naughty strands falling over my forehead and brushing against my soft cheeks. My skin is smooth, glowing, and has a warm golden tone that shines under any light.
My body is pure fire and made for fucking. I have massive, heavy boobs that are round, firm and sit high on my chest. They are so big and juicy that they strain hard against any blouse, creating deep, inviting cleavage that jiggles and bounces with every single breath I take. My dark nipples are thick, prominent and always ready to poke out stiffly against the fabric. My waist is slim and curvy, dipping in beautifully before flaring out into wide, fleshy hips. My ass cheeks are huge, soft, plump and perfectly rounded — two juicy, jiggling globes that shake seductively with every step I take. My thighs are thick, smooth and powerful, rubbing together sensually when I walk, making my pussy lips press and slide against my panties. My navel is deep, round and extremely tempting, especially when I dbang my saree low on my hips, leaving the soft, inviting hole fully exposed for hungry eyes to stare at.
Every curve of my body screams sex. My big boobs bounce heavily inside my blouse, my wide hips roll invitingly, and my plump ass cheeks jiggle and clap softly with each movement. My pussy is plump and juicy, with thick pussy lips that swell easily when I am aroused. Even in a simple saree and blouse, I look like a walking wet dream. My mangalsutra nestles deep between my massive boobs, drawing every eye straight to my deep cleavage.
Just one look at me is enough to make any man’s cock instantly rock hard, throbbing and leaking, forcing him to grab and stroke it desperately while imagining shoving it deep inside my tight, wet pussy.
I love wearing my saree extremely low on my hips, the way a hot, sexy housewife should.
I wear it this way because my husband likes it exactly like this.
When I dbang my saree, I first tie the petticoat very low, just below my deep navel. The petticoat sits dangerously low on my wide, fleshy hips, the thin string tied loosely so that the waistband rests teasingly on the soft curve where my belly meets my hips. The petticoat clings tightly to my thick thighs and plump ass cheeks, hugging every inch of my lower body and outlining the juicy roundness of my ass cheeks.
Then I wrap the saree around me. I tuck the corner of the saree firmly into the petticoat at the front, keeping the pleats neat and low so that my deep, round navel stays fully exposed. The saree dbangs tightly over my wide hips and big ass cheeks, stretching and clinging to the soft, plump shape of my ass cheeks with every movement. I bring the pallu of the saree over my left shoulder, letting it fall softly over my heavy boobs.
The saree is worn so low that the edge sits teasingly below my deep navel, leaving the soft, smooth skin of my lower belly completely visible. My slim waist flares out into wide, rolling hips, and the saree accentuates every curve, clearly showing the deep valley between my ass cheeks. When I walk, the saree sways and rubs sensually against my thighs and ass cheeks, making my big, soft ass cheeks jiggle noticeably under the saree.
I pair it with a tight blouse that has hooks only in the front. The blouse is short and fits like a second skin, stretching tightly over my massive boobs. It pushes my heavy boobs upwards and together, creating deep, mouth-watering cleavage that rises and falls with every breath. The front hooks of the blouse strain hard against the pressure of my boobs, and my thick nipples poke prominently through the thin blouse. The short length of the blouse ends just below my boobs, leaving a wide strip of bare skin between the bottom of the blouse and the top of my low saree, fully exposing my deep navel and the soft curve of my lower belly.
This is how I wear my saree, blouse and petticoat every day — extremely low, tight and shamelessly sexy — because my husband likes seeing me dressed exactly like this. My boobs bounce heavily inside the blouse, my hips roll seductively, and my plump ass cheeks jiggle under the saree.
Underneath my saree, I always wear a simple bra and panties.
I cannot afford expensive bra and panties, so I buy them from the roadside footpath shops near the market. They are cheap and ordinary, but they do their job.
The bra cups my massive boobs tightly. The thin bra stretches across my heavy boobs, lifting them up and pushing them together to create deep, soft cleavage. The straps sit firmly on my shoulders while the back hooks hold the bra securely. My thick, dark nipples press hard against the inside of the bra cups, often poking out visibly through my blouse.
Below, I wear my panties. The panties are snug and fit perfectly over my plump pussy. The front panel of the panties covers my pussy lips completely, pressing tightly against my clit and the soft folds of my pussy. The elastic waistband sits low on my hips, just above where my saree begins. At the back, the panties hug my big, round ass cheeks, the thin material disappearing slightly between my soft ass cheeks and stretching across the full width of my plump backside. When I walk, the panties rub gently against my pussy lips, keeping constant pressure on my clit.
Because I wear my saree so low, the waistband of the panties sometimes peeks out just above the saree line. The panty line is clearly visible over my ass cheeks over my saree, but like all the other ladies I simply ignore it.
The bra is also visible through my blouse — the outline of the bra cups and the straps can be seen clearly whenever I move. My nipples often poke hard over the blouse as well.
Together, the bra and panties feel intimate and sexy against my body. The bra holds my heavy boobs firmly while the panties cradle my pussy and ass cheeks, making me feel both covered and deliciously exposed at the same time.


At night, before sleeping, I change into my nighty. I have only two or three nighties in total. They are old, simple and well-used, but they are all I have.
I usually don’t wear my bra or panties under my nighty. I like to sleep completely naked underneath the thin nighty so my heavy boobs can hang freely and my pussy can breathe. The thin material of the nighty gently rubs against my nipples and pussy lips as I move, making me feel relaxed and sensual in bed.
Only when relatives come to our small house in the slum do I wear my bra and panties under the nighty. On those nights, I put on the bra to keep my big boobs in place and the panties to cover my pussy properly, so that nothing looks inappropriate in front of guests.
Most nights though, it is just me and my nighty. The thin material of the nighty clings lightly to my curves, my nipples poke softly through the nighty, and my ass cheeks feel the cool air whenever I bend or turn in bed. I love the free, bare feeling under the nighty — my heavy boobs swaying naturally and my pussy open and exposed beneath the thin nighty.
This is how I sleep every night — wearing only my nighty with nothing underneath, unless relatives are visiting.
We live in a very small house in the slum. It is just one single room where almost everything happens.
This single room is where we change our clothes, where we dine sitting on the floor, where we play carrom board with our three sons in the evenings, and where we all sleep at night.
In one corner there is a tiny kitchen with a small gas stove, a few steel vessels, and a plastic drum for water. The kitchen wall is black from smoke and the floor has uneven cement. In the opposite corner is a small attached bathroom with just enough space for one person to stand. The bathroom has a low tap, a bucket, and a dirty toilet. The door of the bathroom does not close properly and has gaps at the bottom.
The rest of the room is our living area. We have a small cupboard for clothes and a plastic chair. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling. The walls are old and cracked, with patches of dampness. A small window lets in some light and air, but it also brings in the sounds and smells of the slum lane outside.
In this same small room I change from my saree to my nighty every night. We sit on the floor to eat our meals. In the evenings we spread the carrom board on the floor and play together. And at night, all of us sleep on the floor — spreading bedsheets and mats in whatever space is left.
Everything is cramped, simple and basic. There is hardly any space to move around, but this single small room is our entire home.
In our small single room, after our three sons fell asleep on the floor, my husband used to fuck me almost every night under the blanket, and both of us enjoyed the thrilling tension of not getting caught by our sons.
I never wore my bra or panties under my nighty. I slept only in my nighty so that my husband could have easy and quick access to my boobs and my pussy. As soon as the lights were switched off and the room became completely dark, he would slide close to me under the blanket.
He would slowly lift my nighty up my thighs, over my hips, over my boobs, and pull the nighty completely over my head, making me totally naked under the blanket. He would grab my heavy boobs and squeeze my boobs hard while rubbing my nipples between his fingers. His hand would move down between my thighs and rub my pussy lips until my pussy became wet and ready for him.
Then he would climb on top of me very quietly. He would spread my thighs wide, hold his hard cock in his hand and push the head of his cock slowly between my pussy lips. He would slide his cock deep inside my pussy with one smooth thrust. He would fuck my pussy with deep, steady strokes but keep every movement painfully slow and controlled so that our sons sleeping just a few feet away would not wake up.
I loved the thrill of it. My heart would race with excitement and fear at the same time. I would cooperate fully. I would cup his face with both my hands, pull him closer and kiss him deeply on his lips while he fucked me. I would tempt him more with love, whispering very softly in his ear, "I love you so much... fuck me deeper... I married you only for this magic your cock does inside my pussy."
He would lean close to my ear and whisper back, "I am so lucky to have married you, Sudha. You are the best wife any man could ask for."
My boobs would jiggle heavily with every thrust as he squeezed my boobs and sucked my nipples hard. I would move my hips in small circles under him, helping his cock slide even better inside my wet pussy, fully cooperating so he could enjoy me completely while we both tried hard not to make any sound.
The thrill of possibly getting caught by our sons sleeping nearby made everything more intense. As I neared my climax, I would hug him tight, wrapping my arms and legs around his body, pressing my boobs hard against his chest. I would bite my lips tightly and bury my face in his neck to stay silent as my pussy started spasming.
When he pushed his cock as deep as possible inside my pussy and started cumming, filling me with his warm load, I would hug him even tighter, my whole body trembling as I came hard with him. My pussy would squeeze and milk his cock while I stayed perfectly quiet, enjoying the magic his cock always created deep inside my pussy.
Even during the day, in our small single room, I loved teasing my husband in risky ways.
Whenever our three sons were playing outside or had gone to the nearby shop, I would purposely wear my saree even lower than usual. I would stand close to him while he was sitting on the floor, bend down slowly to pick something up, and let my saree pallu slip off my shoulder, giving him a clear view of my deep cleavage and the way my boobs strained against my blouse.
Sometimes I would walk past him wearing only my nighty in the middle of the day, pretending I was changing clothes. The thin nighty would cling to my naked boobs and ass cheeks, my nipples clearly poking through the fabric. I would purposely brush my ass cheeks against his shoulder or let my nighty ride up my thighs, showing him the bare skin just below my pussy.
The risk of our sons suddenly coming back inside made everything more exciting. I would quickly sit on his lap for a few seconds, grind my pussy slowly against his cock over his clothes, and whisper in his ear, "Do you want to fuck your wife right now?" Then I would stand up innocently as if nothing happened, leaving him with a hard cock while I adjusted my saree with a naughty smile.
I loved seeing the hunger and frustration in his eyes. I would tease him by bending over in front of him to arrange things on the floor, making sure my saree stretched tight over my plump ass cheeks and the panty line became clearly visible. Sometimes I would “accidentally” let my blouse hooks open by one or two, showing the edge of my boobs and the deep valley between them.
The thrill of doing all this in our tiny room, knowing our sons could walk in at any moment, made my pussy wet and my heart race. I enjoyed teasing my husband like this during the day, keeping him constantly hungry for my boobs, my pussy, and my ass cheeks.
Apart from our small room, I also enjoyed risky public encounters with my husband.
Whenever we went out together — to the market, to the temple, or even to the nearby bus stop — I would deliberately wear my saree extra low on my hips. I would walk beside him with my saree pallu barely covering my heavy boobs, letting the deep cleavage and the outline of my nipples poking through my blouse tease him in public.
In crowded places, I would press my body against his from behind. I would push my ass cheeks back into his crotch and slowly grind against his cock while pretending to look at something in the shop. I could feel his cock getting hard inside his dhoti as I rubbed my soft ass cheeks against him. He would whisper in my ear, "Sudha, you are making me so hard in public." I would smile innocently and continue pressing my ass cheeks harder against his growing cock.
Sometimes in the crowded temple, while standing in the queue, I would take his hand and secretly place it on my boobs over the blouse. He would squeeze my boobs gently while surrounded by people. I would bite my lip to control my breathing as his fingers found my hard nipples and pinched them lightly.
The biggest thrill came when we travelled in the local bus. The bus would be packed with people. I would stand in front of him, facing away, and push my ass cheeks firmly against his cock. As the bus moved and jerked, I would grind my ass cheeks slowly on his hardening cock, feeling it throb against me through the thin saree and his dhoti. He would hold my hips tightly to control himself while I enjoyed the dangerous excitement of making his cock rock hard in a crowded public bus.
I loved these risky public moments. The fear of someone noticing us, combined with the pleasure of teasing my husband’s cock, always made my pussy wet and my heart beat faster. I would look back at him with naughty eyes, silently daring him to control his desire while I continued rubbing my ass cheeks against him.
These secret public teases made our sex life even more exciting and kept the fire burning between us.

[novelistcasanova]

Our small single-room house had one big problem — the neighbors could see almost everything.
The houses in the slum were built very close to each other. The side wall of our room had a small window with a broken wooden shutter that never closed properly. Right next to it was our neighbor’s house, and their window was directly opposite ours, only a few feet away.
I knew the middle-aged neighbor uncle often watched me. Whenever I changed my clothes or adjusted my saree in the room, I could feel his eyes on me through the gap in the shutter. I started enjoying this risky voyeurism.
In the evenings, after bathing, I would stand near the window wearing only my nighty with nothing underneath. The thin nighty would stick to my wet body, clearly showing the shape of my heavy boobs and the dark circles of my nipples. I would slowly lift my arms to tie my hair, making my boobs rise and stretch the nighty fabric. I knew the neighbor could see my nipples poking hard through the nighty.
Sometimes I would deliberately bend down to pick up something from the floor, facing the window. The nighty would ride up my thighs and expose the lower part of my bare ass cheeks. I would stay in that position a little longer than necessary, letting him get a good look at my plump ass cheeks and the shadow between them.
During the day, when I wore my saree very low, I would stand near the window and adjust my saree pallu slowly. I would let the pallu slip off my shoulder completely for a few seconds, giving him a clear view of my deep cleavage and the way my boobs strained against my blouse. I could almost feel his eyes burning on my nipples poking through the blouse.
The thrill of knowing the neighbor was watching me secretly while my husband was in the same room made my pussy wet. I started doing these small shows more often — bending over, stretching my arms, or changing my nighty near the window — always pretending I didn’t know he was looking.
My husband also noticed what I was doing. Instead of getting angry, he enjoyed the fact that other men desired his wife. Sometimes he would fuck me harder at night, whispering, "That uncle must be stroking his cock thinking about your boobs and pussy right now."
This secret neighborly voyeurism became another exciting part of my life — teasing the man next door with my body while staying safe inside our small room.


My husband knew everything about the neighbor watching me, and instead of getting angry, he enjoyed it in a dirty, voyeuristic way that made our sex even hotter.
Whenever I teased the neighbor through the broken window — bending over in my low saree so my ass cheeks stretched the fabric, or standing near the window in my nighty with my nipples poking hard — my husband would watch me from the corner of the room with a hungry smile. He loved seeing me put on those secret shows for the man next door.
Later, when the lights were off and our sons were asleep, he would pull me close under the blanket and whisper in my ear while his hard cock rubbed against my pussy lips, "That uncle must be stroking his cock right now thinking about your big boobs and your juicy ass cheeks. Did you let him see your nipples poking through your blouse today?"
I would nod and moan softly as he pushed his cock deep inside my pussy. He would fuck me harder than usual, gripping my hips tightly and pounding my pussy with deep strokes, clearly turned on by the thought of the neighbor lusting after me. Every time I described how I had teased the neighbor — how I had let my saree pallu slip and shown my deep cleavage, or how I had bent down so my ass cheeks were almost visible — my husband would groan with pleasure and thrust even faster into my wet pussy.
He loved the voyeuristic thrill. Sometimes he would make me stand near the window in just my nighty while he fucked me from behind in the dark. He would hold my boobs from behind, squeezing them hard, and whisper, "Show him your boobs through the nighty... let him see how lucky I am to fuck this body every night." I would press my boobs against the window frame while his cock slid in and out of my pussy, knowing the neighbor might be watching, and the risk made both of us cum harder and faster.
My husband enjoyed every second of it. The fact that another man was jerking off to his wife’s boobs, ass cheeks and pussy only made him more possessive and horny for me. He would fill my pussy with his cum while telling me how proud he was that other men desired me, but only he got to fuck me every night.
This secret voyeuristic game between us turned our small room into an even more exciting place. My husband’s enjoyment of the neighbor watching me made me feel desired, dirty, and completely loved at the same time.


There were also a few risky and accidental moments when our sons almost saw me.
One night, after my husband had pulled my nighty completely over my head and made me naked under the blanket, he was fucking my pussy with slow, deep strokes. I was hugging him tight, kissing him, and moving my hips to take his cock deeper when I suddenly heard a small sound.
Our youngest son had woken up and was sitting up on the floor, rubbing his eyes in the darkness. The blanket had slipped down a little from my back because of our movements. My bare shoulders and the upper part of my back were visible. My heavy boobs were pressed against my husband’s chest, jiggling every time he thrust into my pussy.
I froze completely. My heart started pounding with shock and fear. My husband also stopped moving, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. We both stayed perfectly still, breathing as quietly as possible. I could feel my pussy still twitching around his cock from the sudden tension.
Our son looked around sleepily for a few seconds, then lay back down and turned to the other side. We waited for almost a minute without moving until we were sure he had fallen asleep again.
Only then did my husband start fucking my pussy again — slower and deeper than before. The thrill of almost getting caught by our own son made everything much more intense. My pussy became wetter than usual. I hugged my husband even tighter, buried my face in his neck, and whispered very softly, "He almost saw my boobs... fuck me harder."
He did exactly that. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and fucked my pussy with controlled but powerful strokes while we both stayed silent. The fear and excitement of the close call made us cum harder than normal. When he finally filled my pussy with his warm cum, I had to bite his shoulder to stop myself from moaning out loud.
These accidental moments when our sons nearly saw my naked boobs or caught us fucking under the blanket added a dangerous, forbidden thrill to our sex life. Every time it happened, my husband would fuck me with more passion afterwards, and I would enjoy the risky excitement even more.


One night the accidental discovery went much further than usual.
My husband had already pulled my nighty completely over my head and thrown it aside. I was lying completely naked under the thin blanket. He was on top of me, his hard cock buried deep inside my pussy, fucking me with slow, steady strokes. I had my legs wrapped around his waist and was kissing him deeply, lost in the pleasure.
Suddenly, our eldest son, who was sleeping closest to the bed, stirred and sat up. The blanket had slipped down from my back because of our movements. In the faint moonlight coming through the small window, he could clearly see my bare back, my naked shoulders, and the side of my heavy boobs pressed against my husband’s chest. My boobs were jiggling with every thrust of my husband’s cock into my pussy.
I froze instantly, my pussy still clenching tightly around my husband’s cock. My husband also stopped moving completely, his cock throbbing deep inside me. We both held our breath.
Our son rubbed his eyes and looked towards the bed in the darkness. For a few terrifying seconds, he stared straight at us. He could see my naked back and the way my body was moving slightly under the blanket. My heart was hammering so loudly I was scared he could hear it.
He whispered sleepily, "Amma... what are you doing?"
I quickly pulled the blanket higher to cover my back and shoulders as much as possible and answered in a soft, calm voice, "Nothing darling... go back to sleep. It’s very late."
My husband stayed perfectly still, his cock still buried deep inside my wet pussy. My pussy was pulsing around him from the shock and fear.
Our son looked at us for another few seconds, then yawned and lay back down on the floor. He turned to the other side and soon his breathing became steady again.
The moment he fell back asleep, my husband let out a shaky breath and started fucking my pussy again — harder and deeper than before. The intense fear of almost getting caught by our own son made both of us extremely aroused. I hugged him tight, buried my face in his neck, and whispered, "He almost saw my naked boobs... fuck me harder... I’m so wet right now."
He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and pounded my pussy with controlled but powerful strokes. The thrill and guilt of the close call made my orgasm build very fast. When he finally pushed his cock as deep as possible and started cumming inside me, I came hard with him, hugging him desperately and biting his shoulder to stay completely silent.
After we finished, both of us lay there breathing heavily, my pussy still full of his cum. The risky moment when our son almost discovered us fucking naked under the blanket became one of the most intense and memorable nights in our small room.
Though my husband loved the way other men ogled at me, it also made him extremely horny, but he was very possessive about me.
He enjoyed it when the neighbor watched me through the window. He got hard when men in the market or on the bus stared at my deep cleavage and the way my ass cheeks jiggled under my saree. He liked when I teased him by telling how the neighbor must be stroking his cock thinking about my boobs. All of it turned him on badly.
But he never allowed any man to get close to me or touch me.
To him, I belonged only to him and only him. I was his alone. If any man even tried to talk to me for too long or stand too close, my husband would immediately become angry and pull me away. He would hold my hand tightly or put his arm around my waist in public, making it very clear that I was his wife and no one else could come near me.
At home, after watching me tease the neighbor, he would fuck my pussy harder than usual and whisper possessively in my ear, "You are mine, Sudha. Only I can touch these boobs. Only I can fuck this pussy. No one else."
Even though he enjoyed the thrill of other men desiring me, his possessiveness was very strong. He wanted everyone to look at me and feel jealous, but he made sure no one ever got the chance to come close or touch what belonged to him.
I was his property, his wife, and only he had the right to enjoy my boobs, my pussy, and my ass cheeks.


My husband Rajesh’s fierce possessiveness over me was born from the day I chose him and gave up everything.
He knew the truth very well. I came from a well-respected, upper-middle-class family. My parents had four daughters and lived with honour and comfort. Yet I fell madly in love with him — a rowdy who lived in the slum — and I married him against their wishes. They disowned me completely on the day of our marriage. My sisters stopped talking to me. I left behind a big house, respect, and a secure future, and came to live with him in this tiny single-room slum house.
Rajesh never forgot that sacrifice. Deep down, he always felt he had “stolen” a girl from a good family. He worried constantly that one day I might regret my decision, that I might miss the comfortable life I left behind, or that some richer, more educated man might try to take me away from him. This fear and gratitude made him extremely possessive. I belonged only to him and only him.
He loved it when other men stared at my heavy boobs and plump ass cheeks. It made his cock rock hard. But he would never let any man come close to me or touch me. If anyone even tried to talk to me for too long, Rajesh would immediately pull me to his side and glare at them. To him, my boobs, my pussy, my ass cheeks — everything was his property alone.
At night, after he had pulled my nighty over my head and made me naked under the blanket, this possessiveness would explode. While fucking my pussy with deep, powerful strokes, he would grip my hips tightly and growl softly in my ear, "You are mine, Sudha. Only mine. No one else will ever touch these boobs or fuck this pussy. You left everything for me, and I will never let you go."
I would hug him tighter, kiss him hard, and whisper back, "I am yours, only yours. Fuck me harder so I never forget it." His possessiveness turned our silent, risky lovemaking even more passionate and intense.


The day my family disowned me is still fresh in my memory.
I am the youngest of four sisters. My parents belonged to a well-respected, traditional family in Bangalore. My father was a government clerk and my mother was a homemaker who strictly followed all customs. They had big dreams for all four of us — good marriages into rich, respectable families, big houses, cars, and social status.
But I fell deeply in love with Rajesh, a rowdy who worked under Reddy Sir. He was rough, uneducated, and lived in the slum. When I told my parents I wanted to marry him, they were shocked and furious. My father shouted at me for hours. My mother cried and begged me not to ruin my life. My three elder sisters and their husbands looked at me with disgust and called me foolish and shameless.
I refused to listen. I told them clearly that I loved Rajesh and would marry him no matter what. On the day of our simple temple marriage, my entire family came to the wedding hall only to disown me publicly. My father declared in front of everyone that I was no longer their daughter. My mother slapped me hard across the face and said, "From today, you are dead to us. Never show your face in our house again." My sisters turned their faces away and refused to even look at me. They walked out without attending the marriage ceremony.
That day I lost everything — my family, my respect, my comfortable life, and all financial support. I came to live with Rajesh in this tiny single-room slum house with only the clothes I was wearing and a small bag.
Rajesh never forgot that moment. He saw how much I had sacrificed for him. This is why he became so possessive. He always felt he had taken me away from a better life, and he was terrified that one day I might regret it or that someone richer might try to take me back. That fear made him extremely protective and jealous. To him, I was not just his wife — I was the girl who gave up her entire world for him, and he would never let anyone come near what was now only his.
Rajesh was born and brought up in this same slum.
He grew up in a tiny, broken hut with his mother and two younger sisters. His father was a drunkard who used to beat his mother almost every night and eventually ran away when Rajesh was only twelve. From that age, Rajesh became the man of the house. He left college in the eighth standard and started working as a helper for local rowdies to earn money for food and his sisters’ college fees.
He quickly became known as a tough, loyal rowdy. He worked under Reddy Sir — first doing small jobs like collecting protection money, threatening people, and breaking up rival groups. Over the years he proved his loyalty through fights, blood, and blind obedience. Reddy Sir trusted him completely and made him one of his main men.
Even after marriage, Rajesh continued the same life. He would leave early in the morning, come back late at night with money earned from rowdy work, drink cheap liquor, and spend whatever was left on whatever I asked for. He was never interested in saving or starting a business. For him, life was simple — earn today, enjoy today, and keep his family happy in whatever small way he could.
He was proud that a girl like me — fair, beautiful, well-educated, from a respectable family — had chosen him, a slum rowdy with no future. But deep inside, he always carried the insecurity that one day I might realise what I had lost by marrying him. That fear, mixed with the love and gratitude for my sacrifice, made him fiercely possessive over me.
This was Rajesh — a rough, loyal, hardworking rowdy from the slum who loved me madly but was terrified of losing the only good thing that had ever happened to him.
Everyone in Reddy Sir’s gang knew how badly he lusted after me, except my innocent husband Rajesh.
Reddy Sir’s wife, a quiet traditional woman in her late forties, treated me like her own daughter. She respected my husband a lot for his loyalty to Reddy Sir. Whenever I went to their big house, she would pull me aside, hold my hands and speak to me in a low, worried voice.
One day she looked straight into my eyes and whispered, "Sudha, you are like my daughter, so I must warn you. My husband is completely mad for you. Every single man in the gang knows it. They all talk behind his back about how he stares at your heavy boobs and your big ass cheeks whenever you come here."
She took a deep breath and continued, her voice becoming shaky and erotic as she described it.
"At night when he fucks me, he doesn’t even look at my face. He closes his eyes and moans your name again and again. While he is shoving his cock deep inside my pussy, he groans 'Sudha... Sudha... your boobs... your pussy...' He squeezes my boobs hard but I know he is imagining your much bigger, juicier boobs. He fucks me roughly, slamming his cock into my pussy like a wild animal, but he is actually thinking about you the whole time. He cums inside me shouting your name loudly. Every single time. He tells me your pussy must be so tight and wet, your ass cheeks must feel so soft when he grabs them."
She squeezed my hands tighter, her own eyes becoming moist with shame and strange excitement.
"I beg you, Sudha, stay away from my husband. He is dangerous when he wants something. He has already told his close men that one day he will make you his. Please keep your distance. I don’t want you to suffer because of his lust."
I stood there silently, my heart beating fast, my pussy secretly getting wet as I listened to how Reddy Sir moaned my name while fucking his own wife. The thought of such a powerful man fantasising about my boobs, my pussy and my ass cheeks every night made my nipples harden inside my blouse.
Rajesh was completely innocent when it came to me.
He truly believed that I was the most loyal and innocent wife any man could have. He never once doubted me. Even though he worked as a rowdy and saw the dirty world every day, when it came to his own wife, he remained pure-hearted and blind.
He thought I was a simple, homely woman who only cared about him and our three sons. He proudly told everyone that Sudha had left her rich family for him and that she was the most faithful wife in the entire slum. He would proudly say, "My Sudha is not like other women. She never looks at any other man. She only belongs to me."
He had no idea that Reddy Sir lusted after me so badly. He never noticed how Reddy Sir’s eyes devoured my boobs and ass cheeks whenever I was around. He never suspected that the entire gang talked about me behind his back. To Rajesh, Reddy Sir was just his powerful boss who respected him for his loyalty.
Even when I started wearing my saree lower or when my nipples poked through my blouse, Rajesh only felt proud. He would smile and say, "My wife looks so beautiful. All men are jealous of me." He never imagined that other men were fantasising about fucking me.
At night, when he fucked me under the blanket, he believed he was the only man who had ever touched my boobs or entered my pussy. He had no clue that I sometimes thought about Reddy Sir’s powerful position and the things he could give our family while my husband was inside me.
Rajesh’s innocence was both sweet and painful. He trusted me blindly. He loved me purely. He thought I sacrificed everything for him and remained his innocent, devoted wife. He had no idea that his loyal wife was slowly getting pulled into a dangerous web of lust and power, all while he slept peacefully thinking his Sudha was the purest woman in the world.


Reddy Sir was not a man who could control his lust. Over the years, he had taken many women — married and unmarried — using his power, money, and fear.
Everyone in the gang knew about his conquests, but no one dared to speak about them openly.
He had slept with the wives of several of his own men. Some women were forced, some were tempted with money and protection, and some gave in because they were scared of what would happen if they refused. There were rumours that two of his closest rowdies’ wives had become his regular mistresses. They would secretly visit his big house when their husbands were sent on jobs outside the city. Reddy Sir would fuck them for hours in his bedroom while their husbands were away doing his dirty work.
He also targeted young, beautiful girls from poor families who came to ask for jobs or help. Many girls from the slum had lost their virginity to him on the promise of a gas connection, a small job for their father, or to save their brothers from security officer cases. Once he was done with them, he would throw some money at them and warn them to keep their mouths shut.
There were also a few educated, married women from better areas who had fallen into his trap. Some came to him for political favours or to get their husbands’ cases dropped. Reddy Sir would make them suck his cock, fuck their pussy and ass in his office, and then use their bodies whenever he wanted.
His own wife knew everything but stayed silent. She had accepted long ago that her husband was a powerful man with uncontrollable hunger for other women’s bodies — especially big boobs, plump ass cheeks, and tight pussies.
Reddy Sir’s favourite type was exactly like me — beautiful, married, curvy, with heavy boobs and a juicy ass. He loved breaking the loyalty of such women and turning them into his secret sluts.
And now his eyes were fixed on me — the loyal wife of his most trusted rowdy, the woman who had sacrificed her rich family for love. He wanted me more than any other woman he had taken before.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 3: Sisters' Taunts

It all started the day my three elder sisters got married one by one to rich, well-settled men.
The first sister married a software engineer who owned a flat in Koramangala. The second got married to a businessman who had his own textile shop and a big house in Jayanagar. The third sister’s wedding was the grandest — her husband was a doctor with his own clinic and a luxurious apartment in Indiranagar.
Every wedding was celebrated with great pomp. There were hundreds of guests, expensive silk sarees, heavy gold jewellery, lavish food, and shiny cars parked outside the marriage hall. My sisters looked like princesses in their bridal attire, smiling proudly as they stood beside their rich husbands.
I attended all three weddings wearing the same simple saree I owned, standing quietly in a corner. People would look at me and then at my sisters and whisper. I could clearly hear their words: “Poor Sudha… she chose a rowdy and ruined her life.” “Look at her sisters… all settled so well. And she is stuck in the slum.”
After each wedding, when we returned to our small single-room house, the contrast hit me hard. My sisters now lived in big, air-conditioned houses with servants, cars, and comfortable lives. They would send photos of their new homes, their shopping trips, and their vacations. Every time I saw those photos, something inside me burned with pain and shame.
Here I was — living in a cramped room where we slept on the floor, cooked in one corner, and bathed in a tiny bathroom with a broken door. My husband Rajesh would come home tired and drunk, bringing whatever little money he earned from rowdy work, while I struggled to feed our three sons properly.
I started feeling very low. Every night, as I lay on the floor beside my sleeping husband, the same thoughts haunted me:
Why did my sisters get such good lives while I got this?
Was choosing love really worth losing everything?
Will my sons also grow up in this poverty and shame?
That feeling of being seen as the “failure” of the family slowly grew into a deep ache inside my chest. I decided I could no longer live like this. I wanted to change our lives. I wanted my husband to quit rowdy work. I wanted my sons to grow up rich and respected.
This was the beginning of everything.


One evening, the news spread like wildfire in our slum.
Reddy Sir had given a gas agency to another rowdy named Muthu, who was just like my husband — same background, same level of loyalty. Within a few months, Muthu’s life completely changed. He bought a new bike, started wearing better clothes, and his wife began wearing gold earrings and silk sarees. Their children started going to a decent college. Everyone in the lane was talking about how that one gas agency had become a cash cow, bringing in steady, heavy money every single month.
That night, I could not sleep.
I kept thinking — if Muthu could become rich with just one gas agency, then why not us? If my husband got even one agency, we would become richer than not just my three sisters, but richer than my entire family — both my father’s side and mother’s side. We could move out of this tiny single room, buy a proper house, give our sons good education, and finally live with respect.
The next morning, I told my husband firmly.
"Rajesh, you should go and talk to Reddy Sir today. Ask him for one gas agency. Muthu got one and see how his life has changed. That agency is like a cash cow. If you get it, we will become richer than all my sisters and even my entire family. I will help you run it. I am educated. I can manage the accounts and everything from behind. You just need to get it."
Rajesh listened to me and nodded. He genuinely wanted to make me happy. That afternoon he went to meet Reddy Sir.
When he returned in the evening, his face was calm and accepting.
"I asked Reddy Sir for the gas agency," he told me. "But he smiled and said the money he gives me every month from the rowdy work is more than enough for us. He said he will take care of our sons’ education too if needed. So I agreed and told him I am happy with whatever he gives."
He smiled at me innocently, kissed my forehead, and went to take a bath.
But I stood there burning inside.
I knew the truth. Reddy Sir was giving gas agencies to his favourites and making them rich. I also knew that I was smart and educated. If I got my hands on even one gas agency, I could run it quietly behind Rajesh’s back — handling the customers, the accounts, the deliveries, everything. I could turn it into a goldmine for our family.
My husband was too simple and loyal to fight for it. But I was not.
That night, as Rajesh slept peacefully beside me, I made up my mind.
I would go and meet Reddy Sir myself.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 4: The Election Meeting

One afternoon, the entire slum was buzzing with excitement.
Reddy Sir had come to our area along with the MLA for an election campaign meeting. My husband Rajesh and the other rowdies had worked hard since morning, calling every family in the lane, arranging chairs, putting up banners, and making sure a big crowd gathered.
I stood in the middle of the crowd wearing my pink saree tied extremely low on my hips, with a matching pink blouse and pink petticoat. Underneath, I had worn my white bra and brown panties. The pink saree was dbangd tightly over my wide hips and plump ass cheeks, and because it sat so low, my deep, round navel was fully exposed. The pink blouse stretched tightly over my heavy boobs, making deep cleavage visible, and my thick nipples poked prominently through the thin pink blouse fabric. The white bra was clearly visible through the pink blouse, and the brown panties created a clear panty line over my ass cheeks that showed through the thin pink saree.
On the stage, my innocent husband Rajesh stood proudly right behind Reddy Sir along with the other rowdies. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out, looking as if he himself was contesting in the election. There was a big, innocent smile on his face. He had no idea that if he continued as a rowdy, there was no real future for him or for our family. He didn’t understand that men like Muthu were growing rich because they got gas agencies, while he would remain poor and struggling forever if he stayed like this.
Reddy Sir was sitting on the stage with the MLA. While everyone was listening to the speeches, his eyes suddenly found me in the crowd. The moment he saw me, his gaze turned hungry. He stared shamelessly at my big boobs pushing against the pink blouse, at my deep navel, and at the way the pink saree clung to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. His eyes kept moving to the visible white bra through my blouse and the brown panty line over my ass cheeks over the pink saree.
His mouth literally watered. I could see him swallowing hard while his eyes moved up and down my body without any shame. He was ogling me so openly and lustfully that it made me extremely uncomfortable. I was a married woman, loyal to my husband, and this powerful old man was devouring me with his eyes right in front of everyone — while my innocent husband stood proudly behind him on the same stage, completely unaware.
But I had no other choice.
This was my only chance to get a gas agency like Muthu had received. If I wanted my husband to become the owner of a gas agency and make our family rich — richer than my sisters and my entire family — I could not afford to show my discomfort.
So instead of looking away or showing anger, I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked straight at Reddy Sir.
That single smile hit him like lightning.
His eyes widened in surprise. He never expected a respectable, married woman like me to smile back at him so willingly. His face flushed with sudden excitement. He kept staring at me even more intensely, his gaze now filled with raw hunger and new hope. He licked his lips slowly while his eyes stayed locked on my boobs, navel, and hips.
That one smile from me had driven him completely crazy.


I was not trying to seduce Reddy Sir at all.
I had no intention of sleeping with him. I truly loved my husband Rajesh with all my heart. He was my everything. I had left my rich family and respect only for him. The thought of betraying him made me feel sick with guilt.
But I was desperate.
I wanted to talk to Reddy Sir in person and convince him to give one gas agency to my husband, just like he had given to Muthu. I wanted to tell him that I would manage the entire agency myself — the accounts, the customers, the cylinders, everything. I knew I was educated and smart enough to turn it into a cash cow for our family. I wanted my sons to have a better life. I wanted us to become richer than my sisters and my entire family.
The problem was — I had no idea how to approach him.
My husband Rajesh was standing right behind Reddy Sir on the stage, looking so proud and innocent. He was completely unaware of anything. If I went near the stage or tried to talk to Reddy Sir now, Rajesh would see it. Everyone in the crowd would notice. I felt completely stuck and clueless.
The woman standing right next to me was Lakshmi Akka — a well-known lady from the next street. She was in her late thirties, married, and had known me since I moved into the slum. She suddenly leaned very close to my ear, her warm breath brushing against my skin.
"Sudha… look at Reddy Sir," she whispered, her voice low and shocked. "He is completely gone mad for you today."
She paused for a second, then continued with a mix of excitement and concern.
"His mouth is watering so much… I can see him swallowing again and again while staring at your heavy boobs in that tight pink blouse. Your nipples are poking so hard through the fabric… he can’t take his eyes off them. It looks like he wants to rip that pink blouse open and suck your nipples right here."
Lakshmi Akka’s voice dropped even lower, turning almost husky.
"Now his eyes have moved down to your deep navel… he is licking his lips like he wants to push his tongue deep inside it. And look at the way he is staring at your ass… the brown panty line is clearly visible over your plump ass cheeks through the pink saree. He is imagining grabbing those juicy ass cheeks and spreading them wide. His cock is fully hard… I can see the big bulge in his dhoti. He is breathing so heavily… that old man wants to fuck you so badly, Sudha."
Her erotic whispering made my cheeks burn with shame and my pussy throb with unwanted heat. I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I had no choice.
I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked at Reddy Sir politely, pretending everything was normal.
That innocent smile from me hit him like a thunderbolt.
His eyes widened with shock and uncontrollable lust. He never expected a respectable, married Tamil housewife like me to smile back at him so sweetly and willingly. That single smile made his lust explode. He kept staring at me with even more intensity, his mouth still watering, his dirty old mind clearly imagining all the filthy things he wanted to do to my boobs, my tight pussy, and my juicy ass cheeks.
At that moment, I knew one thing for sure.
I badly wanted to meet him in person and talk to him about the gas agency for my husband.


I stood there in the crowd, my heart racing, still forcing that soft smile toward Reddy Sir while his hungry eyes continued to devour my body.
I turned slightly toward Lakshmi Akka and whispered very softly so no one else could hear.
"Lakshmi Akka… can you please do me a favour? Can you arrange a private meeting with Reddy Sir through your husband? But my husband Rajesh should not know anything about it."
Lakshmi Akka’s eyes widened in shock. She looked at me for a long moment before leaning even closer, her voice low and worried.
"Sudha… are you mad? If Reddy Sir meets you alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. That man has no control when it comes to beautiful women. He won’t spare any woman he likes. He has taken so many married women before… some by force, some by temptation. Once he sets his eyes on someone, he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants."
She paused, then continued in a hushed, urgent tone.
"And you… you look exactly like actress Anushka Shetty. Same sharp, expressive eyes, same high cheekbones, same full lips, same heavy boobs, same curvy body and that perfect mix of homely beauty and raw sex appeal. Reddy Sir is already crazy for you. If you meet him alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. He will want to touch your boobs, squeeze your ass cheeks, suck your nipples, and push his cock inside your pussy. I am telling you honestly… he will not let you go without fucking you."
I felt a shiver run through me, but I kept my voice steady and whispered back.
"I am not going there for anything like that, Akka. I am only going to request him for a decent job for my husband. Something steady, not this rowdy work anymore. That’s all. I just want a better future for my family."
Lakshmi Akka shook her head slowly, her face full of concern.
"You are playing with fire, Sudha. Reddy Sir is not a normal man. Once he sets his eyes on someone who looks like you, he becomes obsessed. I am warning you… don’t meet him in person. It is too dangerous."
I looked down for a second, then held her hand gently and whispered with urgency in my voice.
"Please, Akka… I have no other way. My husband will never ask for himself. I need your help. Please ask your husband to arrange one private meeting with Reddy Sir. I will only talk about a proper job for Rajesh. Nothing else. I promise."
Lakshmi Akka stared at me for a long time, clearly torn. She let out a heavy sigh and finally nodded slowly.
"Okay… I will talk to my husband and try to arrange it. But remember what I said. Be very careful, Sudha. Once you are alone with Reddy Sir, things can go out of control very quickly."
I gave her a small nod of thanks, my heart still pounding.
Deep inside, I was desperate for that gas agency for my husband. I wanted to become rich — so rich that I could stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that I was no longer the failure of the family. I wanted to wipe away all the pity and laughter they had thrown at me. I wanted my sons to live a life of comfort and respect. For that, I was ready to do whatever it took.
After the meeting ended, Reddy Sir left along with the MLA without even looking in my direction again. I stood there feeling deeply disappointed. All my hopes of talking to him today were shattered.
Lakshmi Akka noticed my sad face and whispered gently,
"He was very busy today with the MLA, Sudha. My husband also said it’s not possible to arrange a meeting right now. Don’t worry too much."
I felt totally disappointed and helpless.
That’s when my husband called out to me from near the stage. I walked towards him slowly. Some people were taking selfies with the MLA, and Reddy Sir was standing a little away, waiting.
I reached my husband and whispered urgently,
"Please go and talk to Reddy Sir about the gas agency. This is a good chance."
My husband’s face suddenly turned angry. He looked at me sharply and yelled in a low but firm voice,
"Not now, Sudha! It is not a good time to talk about such things in front of everyone. Forget about the gas agency. I am happy with what I have. Stop bringing this up again and again!"
His words hurt me deeply. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I almost cried right there.
Just then, Reddy Sir called out loudly,
"Rajesh! Come here."
My husband, being the loyal rowdy he was, immediately ran towards Reddy Sir who was standing next to the MLA in the crowd. I followed slowly behind him.
As I walked towards them, Reddy Sir’s eyes were all over me. He watched every step I took with raw hunger. His gaze moved shamelessly from my heavy boobs that bounced gently inside the tight pink blouse with each step, to my deep navel that was fully exposed because of how low my pink saree was tied, and then down to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks that swayed and jiggled softly under the thin pink saree. The brown panty line was clearly visible over my ass cheeks through the saree, making my big, soft ass look even more tempting. His mouth watered again as he stared at my thick nipples poking through the pink blouse and the way my saree clung to my juicy thighs.
When we reached him, I gathered courage, folded my hands politely and introduced myself in a sweet, respectful voice.
"Namaskara Sir. I am Sudha… wife of Rajesh."
Reddy Sir smiled warmly, his voice polite and friendly.
"I know who you are, Sudha. Rajesh’s wife. How can I forget such a beautiful and respectful woman?"
I continued in the same polite and friendly tone,
"Sir, I wanted to talk to you in person about something important."
Reddy Sir nodded slowly, still looking at me with that same intense but now polite smile.
"I am very busy right now with the MLA. But if you really want to talk, you can meet me personally at the election meeting on the outskirts of the city this evening."
He quickly took out his card from his pocket and handed it to me discreetly.
"Contact me on this number when you reach. I will make time for you."
I took the card with trembling fingers and whispered nervously,
"Sir… I can’t meet you alone in the evening. My husband won’t allow it."
Reddy Sir gave a small, understanding smile and said in a low but friendly voice,
"Don’t worry about that. I will tell your husband that my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja and ask him to send you along with them. He will agree."
Before I could reply, Reddy Sir called my husband back.
"Rajesh, come here."
My husband quickly came running. Reddy Sir smiled warmly at him and said,
"Rajesh, my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja. Why don’t you send Sudha along with them? It will be good for her."
My innocent and loyal husband nodded immediately without any doubt and said proudly,
"Of course Sir. My wife can definitely go with your family. I will tell her."
I smiled sweetly at my husband, pretending to be happy and grateful. Reddy Sir also gave my husband a big smile, but his eyes flicked back to me with hidden lust before he left along with the MLA.
I stood there holding his card tightly in my hand, my heart beating fast with nervousness and desperation.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 5: The Dangerous Invitation

It was around 2 PM in the afternoon.
My husband took me to a small local hotel nearby for lunch. We sat together and ate simple meals — rice, dal, and vegetable curry. He was in a good mood, talking happily about the morning meeting and how proud he felt standing on the stage behind Reddy Sir. I smiled and nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.
After lunch, we came back home. My husband quickly changed his clothes and told me,
"Sudha, I am going out with my friends for some time. You must go with Reddy Sir’s wife and daughters to the temple this evening. Don’t worry about the kids, I will come back early and take care of them."
He kissed me on the forehead and left the house.
I stayed in the same pink saree and pink blouse I had worn for the meeting. I sat on the floor of our small room, my mind full of thoughts.
Was it really a good idea to meet Reddy Sir alone this evening?
What if he tries to enjoy me? What if he touches my boobs, squeezes my ass cheeks, or wants to fuck my pussy? The thought made me feel scared and guilty. I loved my husband deeply. I never wanted to betray him.
But at the same time, a strong voice inside me kept repeating — this was the only chance.
My husband was too innocent and loyal. He would never pressure Reddy Sir for the gas agency. If I didn’t do something now, we would remain poor forever. My sons would grow up in this tiny room, just like us. My sisters and their rich husbands would continue looking down on me as the failure of the family.
I wanted to become rich.
I wanted to stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that Sudha was no longer the poor slum wife. I wanted a better life for my family.
After thinking for a long time, I finally made up my mind.
I would go and meet Reddy Sir this evening.
I took a deep breath, lay down on the floor, and closed my eyes for a nap. My heart was still beating fast with nervousness and fear, but my determination was stronger.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 6: One Night of Sin

I woke up from my nap at around 4 PM.
The small room was quiet and warm. I lay on the floor, still wearing the same pink saree and pink blouse from the morning. My body felt heavy and lazy after the short sleep.
My pink saree had become completely messy while I was sleeping. The pink saree had ridden up high above my waist, bunching around my hips and exposing my thick, smooth thighs. The brown panties I was wearing underneath were now fully visible — the thin material of the brown panties stretched tightly over my plump pussy and hugged my big, soft ass cheeks. A small wet patch had formed on the crotch of the brown panties, making the shape of my pussy lips clearly outlined.
My pink blouse had also shifted during sleep. The front hooks had loosened slightly, causing my heavy boobs to spill out a little. The deep cleavage was on full display, and my thick, dark nipples were poking hard against the thin pink blouse fabric. The white bra underneath was clearly visible through the slightly open pink blouse.
My long black hair was spread messily around my face and shoulders. A few strands were stuck to my sweaty neck and chest. My deep navel was completely exposed, rising and falling with my slow breathing. One of my thighs was slightly bent, causing the brown panties to dig deeper between my ass cheeks, giving a very tempting view of my juicy backside.
I looked like a freshly fucked, sexy housewife lying there half-undressed on the floor — pink saree hiked up to my waist, pink blouse open, nipples hard, and brown panties clearly visible and slightly damp.
I slowly sat up, still feeling the warmth between my thighs. My messy pink saree and exposed body made me look incredibly erotic even in this small, simple room.
I took a deep breath, pulled out Reddy Sir’s card from my saree pallu, and stared at the number for a few seconds. My hands were trembling.
After gathering courage, I dialled the number.
The phone rang… once… twice… three times… but Reddy Sir did not answer.
I felt nervous and was about to hang up when my phone suddenly rang. It was Reddy Sir calling back.
I quickly picked up the call.
"Hello… Sir?" I said softly.
The moment he heard my voice, Reddy Sir’s tone changed completely. He became extremely sweet and polite.
"Sudha… my dear Sudha! I am so sorry I missed your call. I was busy in the meeting and couldn’t pick up. Please forgive me."
His voice was warm and gentle, almost affectionate.
I replied politely,
"It’s okay Sir… no problem."
Reddy Sir continued sweetly but with a note of urgency,
"I told you this morning to meet me at the election meeting on the outskirts of the city this evening. But I have very little time. You must reach there by 5 o’clock sharp. After 5, I will be very busy with the MLA and other important people. If you come even a little late, I won’t be able to meet you privately."
My phone vibrated immediately with a WhatsApp message containing the location pin and details.
I looked at the message, my heart beating faster. After a second of hesitation, I whispered,
"Okay Sir… I will come by 5."
Reddy Sir’s voice turned even warmer but firm,
"That’s my good girl. Come safely and on time. I will be waiting for you."
He ended the call.
I sat there holding the phone tightly, staring at the WhatsApp location he had sent. My heart was racing with nervousness, guilt, and desperate hope.
This was it.
I had less than one hour to reach the meeting on the outskirts of the city and meet Reddy Sir alone.
I woke up from my nap at around 4 PM.
The small room was quiet and warm. I lay on the floor, still wearing the same pink saree and pink blouse from the morning. My body felt heavy and lazy after the short sleep.
My pink saree had become completely messy while I was sleeping. The pink saree had ridden up high above my waist, bunching around my hips and exposing my thick, smooth thighs. The brown panties I was wearing underneath were now fully visible — the thin material of the brown panties stretched tightly over my plump pussy and hugged my big, soft ass cheeks. A small wet patch had formed on the crotch of the brown panties, making the shape of my pussy lips clearly outlined.
My pink blouse had also shifted during sleep. The front hooks had loosened slightly, causing my heavy boobs to spill out a little. The deep cleavage was on full display, and my thick, dark nipples were poking hard against the thin pink blouse fabric. The white bra underneath was clearly visible through the slightly open pink blouse.
My long black hair was spread messily around my face and shoulders. A few strands were stuck to my sweaty neck and chest. My deep navel was completely exposed, rising and falling with my slow breathing. One of my thighs was slightly bent, causing the brown panties to dig deeper between my ass cheeks, giving a very tempting view of my juicy backside.
I looked like a freshly fucked, sexy housewife lying there half-undressed on the floor — pink saree hiked up to my waist, pink blouse open, nipples hard, and brown panties clearly visible and slightly damp.
I quickly sat up. Time was running out. I had less than one hour to reach the election meeting on the outskirts of the city.
In a hurry I opened my small suitcase and pulled out a fresh maroon panties and a white bra. Then I chose my best dress — the yellow chiffon saree, matching yellow blouse and yellow petticoat. It was the most beautiful and expensive set I owned in this small house.
I placed the maroon panties, white bra, yellow petticoat, yellow blouse and yellow chiffon saree neatly on the plastic stool.
Without wasting a second I removed my messy pink saree, unhooked my pink blouse front hooks one by one, and untied my pink petticoat string. I let everything fall to the floor. Now I stood in only my white bra and brown panties.
I picked up a towel and walked straight into the small attached bathroom in my bra and panties.
The bathroom was tiny and poor — just enough space for one person to stand. There was a low tap, a plastic paint bucket, a plastic mug, a cracked mirror, and a dirty, uneven floor. No shower, no hot water, only cold water from the tap.
I closed the door and immediately unhooked my white bra from the back. The cups fell forward, freeing my heavy boobs that bounced and swayed heavily. My thick, dark nipples were already stiff from the cool air. I hung the white bra on the rusty nail on the wall.
Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my brown panties and slowly pulled them down my thighs. The thin material of the brown panties peeled away from my plump pussy, revealing my swollen, slightly wet pussy lips. I stepped out of the brown panties and hung them next to the white bra on the same nail.
Now I stood completely naked in the tiny bathroom. My heavy boobs hung freely, my thick nipples hard and sensitive, my shaved pussy smooth and exposed, and my plump ass cheeks feeling the cool air.
I filled the plastic paint bucket with cold water using the plastic mug. Then I took the small piece of soap and began soaping my body first.
I started with my heavy boobs. I rubbed the soap between my palms and then massaged it all over my soft, full boobs, lifting and squeezing the heavy flesh firmly. My fingers circled my thick nipples, pinching and rolling them until they became rock hard and slippery with lather. The soap made my boobs shiny and glistening as they jiggled heavily in my hands.
I moved lower, soaping my deep navel and the soft curve of my lower belly. Then I spread my legs slightly and soaped my pussy. My fingers glided between my plump pussy lips, rubbing the lather over my sensitive clit in slow, teasing circles. The sensation made my pussy throb and leak more wetness. I shaved the remaining hair around my pussy carefully, making the skin smooth and tingling.
Turning around, I bent forward, spread my ass cheeks with one hand and soaped my asshole thoroughly. My soapy finger circled the tight hole while I shaved the small hairs there too, my body trembling with tension and hurry.
While soaping myself I kept whispering desperately to myself, my voice low and breathless:
"I cannot live in this slum anymore… I have to make my husband the gas agency owner… I have to become rich… richer than my sisters… 100 times richer than all my relatives put together… my sons deserve a better life…"
After soaping every inch of my body, I began rinsing myself with mug after mug of cold water from the plastic bucket.
I poured the first mug over my head. Cold water cascaded down my long hair, over my shoulders, and streamed down my heavy boobs, making them bounce and glisten. I poured another mug directly over my boobs, watching the water splash against my hard nipples and run in rivulets through my deep cleavage.
I tilted the mug lower and let the cold water flow over my deep navel and smooth belly. Then I spread my legs wider and poured water straight onto my pussy. The cold stream hit my swollen pussy lips and clit, making me gasp softly as it washed away the soap. I could feel my pussy tingling and getting even wetter from the sensation.
I turned around, bent slightly forward and poured mug after mug of water over my plump ass cheeks. The water ran down the deep valley between my ass cheeks, rinsing my smooth, shaved asshole and making my big, soft ass shine.
Every drop of cold water made my body shiver with pleasure. My heavy boobs jiggled, my hard nipples stood out proudly, and my freshly shaved pussy and asshole felt cool, smooth and extremely sensitive. I hated being poor. I hated this tiny bathroom with only a plastic bucket and mug. But right now, even this simple act of bathing felt erotic and forbidden because I was getting ready to meet Reddy Sir.
I finished rinsing as fast as I could, my body clean, smooth, glistening with water, and still tingling with arousal from my own hurried touches.
As I dried myself with the towel, I whispered to myself firmly,
"When I meet Reddy Sir today, he should look at me with respect… not lust. I am going there only for the gas agency. I am a married woman. I am doing this for my husband and my sons. He must treat me respectfully."
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, determined to get ready and leave.

[novelistcasanova]

I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel in my hand, still completely naked, my skin glistening with droplets of water.

I started towelling myself slowly, even though I was in a hurry.
I began with my heavy boobs. I lifted each boob gently with one hand and rubbed the towel underneath my boobs, feeling the soft, heavy flesh of my boobs jiggle and bounce. The rough towel dragged over my thick, dark nipples, making them harden even more as I dried them in slow circles. Water droplets rolled down the deep valley between my boobs as I squeezed and wiped my boobs thoroughly, making them bounce and sway seductively.
I moved the towel down to my deep navel, pushing the edge of the towel inside my navel and twisting gently to dry the sensitive skin. Then I dried my slim waist and the soft curve of my lower belly, the towel sliding sensually over my golden skin.
I spread my legs slightly and brought the towel between my thighs. I rubbed it slowly over my plump pussy lips, feeling the rough fabric drag across my smooth, freshly shaved pussy. I pressed the towel against my clit and wiped it in small circles, the friction sending little sparks of pleasure through my body. My pussy was still slightly wet and sensitive from the bath, and the towel made it throb gently.
Turning around, I bent forward a little and dried my plump ass cheeks. I spread my ass cheeks with one hand and wiped deep between my ass cheeks, the towel brushing over my tight, shaved asshole. My big, soft ass cheeks jiggled with every stroke as I dried them thoroughly, the towel sliding over the smooth, round globes of my ass cheeks.
I straightened up and dried my thick thighs, then bent down to dry my calves and feet. Every movement made my heavy boobs swing and my ass cheeks jiggle invitingly.
By the time I finished towelling myself, my skin was dry but still warm and flushed. My nipples were stiff and prominent, my pussy felt tingling and slightly swollen, and my body looked incredibly erotic — naked, glowing, and ready.
I stood there for a brief second, breathing heavily. For a moment I felt fresh, clean, and beautifully smooth after shaving my armpits, pussy, and asshole. My skin smelled mildly of the cheap soap, and my freshly shaved pussy felt soft and sensitive.
A sudden wave of longing hit me. I missed my husband. He would have loved to see me like this — completely naked, clean-shaved, fresh, and glowing. He would have grabbed my boobs, sucked my nipples, and pushed his cock deep inside my smooth pussy right here in this tiny bathroom. The thought made my pussy throb with guilt and desire.
But I pushed that feeling away.
I had to get ready and leave now to meet Reddy Sir.


After drying my body, I stood completely naked in the small room, my skin still warm and slightly flushed from the bath.
I picked up the fresh maroon panties from the stool first. I bent slightly and held the maroon panties open with both hands. I lifted my right leg and slowly slid my right foot through the right leg hole of the maroon panties. The elastic edge glided up along my right calf, then over my thick right thigh. I repeated the same with my left leg, sliding my left foot through the left leg hole. I pulled the maroon panties steadily upward. The soft fabric of the maroon panties hugged my thick thighs tightly as it moved higher. Finally, I tugged the maroon panties all the way up until the waistband sat low on my wide hips. The crotch of the maroon panties pressed snugly against my plump pussy lips, the thin material of the maroon panties molding perfectly over my smooth, freshly shaved pussy. The back of the maroon panties cupped my big, soft ass cheeks, the elastic digging slightly into the juicy flesh and creating a teasing outline between my ass cheeks.
I adjusted the maroon panties with both hands, pulling them higher so the fabric of the maroon panties sat firmly against my pussy. The feeling of the clean, snug maroon panties pressing against my sensitive clit and pussy lips sent a small shiver through me.
Next, I picked up the white bra. I slipped my arms through the straps, bringing the cups up to cover my heavy boobs. The white bra cups enveloped my large, round boobs, lifting them and pushing them together to create deep, soft cleavage. I reached behind my back and hooked the bra hooks one by one. The white bra tightened around my chest, squeezing my boobs firmly into place. My thick, dark nipples pressed hard against the inside of the white bra cups, creating two visible points that poked outward. I adjusted the straps on my shoulders and gave my boobs a little shake, feeling how the white bra held my heavy boobs securely yet allowed them to jiggle slightly with every movement.
Now wearing only my maroon panties and white bra, I stood for a moment, my body looking incredibly tempting — heavy boobs pushed up and together, deep cleavage on display, and the maroon panties hugging my plump pussy and big ass cheeks perfectly.


After putting on my maroon panties and white bra, I stood in front of the small cracked mirror in the room for a moment.
I admired myself openly.
The white bra was hugging my massive boobs tightly, lifting them high and pushing them together to create deep, mouth-watering cleavage. The thin white bra cups barely contained my heavy boobs, and my thick, dark nipples were clearly poking out, making two prominent hard points against the fabric. The straps dug gently into my shoulders, accentuating the fullness of my boobs.
Below, the maroon panties sat low on my wide hips. The front panel of the maroon panties stretched tightly over my plump pussy, clearly outlining the shape of my smooth pussy lips and the slight swell of my clit. At the back, the maroon panties clung to my big, round ass cheeks, the thin material disappearing between the soft, juicy globes and creating a perfect, teasing outline of my plump ass.
I turned slowly from side to side, watching how my heavy boobs jiggled inside the white bra and how my ass cheeks moved inside the maroon panties. I felt a surge of pride. My body looked incredibly sexy — curvy, fertile, and tempting. For a moment I stood there, chest out, hips slightly tilted, admiring my own reflection in the mirror.
That’s when I noticed movement at the small window on the side wall.
The neighbour uncle was standing there, watching me. His hand was inside his lungi, openly stroking his hard cock while his eyes were glued to my body in just the white bra and maroon panties. He was jerking off furiously, his gaze moving from my boobs to my pussy to my ass cheeks.
A sudden, strong wave of horniness hit me.
I missed my husband badly. He would have loved this scene — watching another man jerk off to his wife’s body while I stood almost naked in the room. The thought of my innocent husband getting turned on by the neighbour ogling me made my pussy throb with fresh wetness.
I felt so horny that for a moment I badly wanted to call my husband right now and beg him to come home and fuck me hard right in front of the neighbour, letting him watch everything.
Instead, I decided to give the neighbour a nice show.
I stood there confidently in only my white bra and maroon panties, slowly picking up my yellow petticoat from the stool. I held the yellow petticoat in my hands but didn’t wear it yet. I turned slightly to the side, arching my back so my boobs pushed out more against the white bra, and gently swayed my hips, making my ass cheeks jiggle inside the maroon panties.
I let the neighbour enjoy the view — my heavy boobs in the white bra, my deep navel, and the way the maroon panties hugged my plump pussy and big ass cheeks. I could see his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched me.
I felt a dirty thrill run through my body.


Watching me stand there confidently in only my white bra and maroon panties was too much for the neighbour. His hand moved faster and faster on his cock as he stared at my heavy boobs straining against the white bra and my plump pussy hugged by the maroon panties. Suddenly his body jerked, his eyes rolled back, and he came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out as he groaned quietly. He quickly pulled up his lungi and ran back into his house, embarrassed.
I glanced at the time. I had only 30 minutes left to reach the meeting place on the outskirts of the city.
I decided to ignore the neighbour and focus on getting ready properly. I wanted Reddy Sir to see me as a respectable, modest wife, not as someone to lust after.
I picked up the yellow petticoat first. I stepped into it, sliding my legs through the yellow petticoat. I pulled the yellow petticoat up over my maroon panties, tying the string firmly around my waist — well above my deep navel so that my belly remained properly covered. The yellow petticoat hugged my wide hips and plump ass cheeks modestly, the fabric resting decently on my body.
Next, I picked up the yellow blouse. I slipped my arms through the sleeves and brought the cups over my heavy boobs, covering my white bra completely. I hooked the front hooks of the yellow blouse one by one, each hook pulling the blouse tighter around my massive boobs. The yellow blouse stretched firmly over my boobs, lifting them slightly and creating a respectable yet attractive shape. My thick nipples were now hidden beneath the white bra and yellow blouse.
Finally, I picked up the yellow saree. I wrapped the yellow saree around my waist, tucking the corner securely into the yellow petticoat at a modest height — well above my navel. I pleated the front neatly and brought the pallu over my left shoulder, dbanging it carefully across my boobs so that my cleavage was properly covered. I adjusted the yellow saree so it sat decently on my hips, covering my lower belly completely and falling gracefully over my thighs and ass cheeks. The yellow saree now looked elegant and modest, hiding the curves of my boobs, navel, and ass while still showing my feminine figure.
I stood in front of the small mirror, fully dressed in my yellow petticoat, yellow blouse, and yellow saree. I looked like a respectable, beautiful Tamil housewife — modest, elegant, and well-covered.
Taking one last deep breath, I picked up my purse and Reddy Sir’s card, ready to leave for the meeting.
I finished dressing and looked at myself one last time in the small mirror. I was now fully covered in my yellow saree, yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, looking modest and respectable.
I picked up my purse, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the house. I turned around and locked the door carefully. As I locked it, I could feel the neighbour uncle’s eyes on me again.
He was standing just outside his house, only a few feet away, openly watching me.
I bent down to hide the key under the old doormat carpet in front of the door. As I bent, my big, soft ass cheeks pushed outward against the thin yellow saree, stretching the fabric tightly over my plump backside. The brown panty line became clearly visible over my ass cheeks through the yellow saree. My heavy boobs hung forward inside the yellow blouse, swaying heavily with the movement and creating deep, soft cleavage that pressed against the front of the blouse. The yellow saree pallu slipped slightly off my shoulder, revealing more of my upper boobs and the white bra strap.
I stayed bent over a little longer than necessary, slowly pushing the key deeper under the carpet. My ass cheeks jiggled softly as I adjusted my position, the yellow saree clinging to every curve of my plump ass and thick thighs. My deep navel remained hidden under the modestly tied saree, but the roundness of my lower belly and the way my hips flared out were clearly visible.
The neighbour uncle stood there frozen, staring at my bent-over body with intense lust. His eyes were fixed on my ass cheeks and the way my heavy boobs swayed inside the yellow blouse.
A sudden, powerful wave of horniness rushed through me.
I had never felt this horny before. My pussy suddenly became very wet, my nipples hardened inside my white bra, and my breathing grew heavier. The fact that this ugly old man was watching me so shamelessly while I was bent over in my saree was turning me on badly.
I slowly straightened up, turned my head slightly toward him, and gave him a soft, naughty smile — looking straight at his ugly face.
The neighbour’s eyes widened in shock and excitement.
I felt another fresh gush of wetness in my pussy. My body was burning with forbidden arousal. For a moment I even imagined my husband standing behind me, watching the neighbour stare at his wife, and that thought made me even hornier.
I quickly adjusted my saree pallu, took a deep breath, and started walking toward the main road to catch a bus to the outskirts of the city.
My pussy was throbbing, my nipples were stiff, and my mind was filled with dirty thoughts as I left the house.
I stepped out of the house and locked the door. As I bent down to hide the key under the old doormat carpet, I felt the neighbour uncle coming towards me from his house.
He stopped just a few feet away and spoke in a casual tone, pretending he hadn’t been watching me earlier.
"Sudha, where are you getting ready and going at this time? You look so nicely dressed."
Even though he was ugly — dark wrinkled skin, big belly, missing teeth, and grey hair — standing so close to him while I was still feeling the after-effects of being watched made me strangely horny. The memory of him seeing me in just my white bra and maroon panties excited me. It was the same thrill I got when my husband enjoyed watching other men desire me. My pussy started getting wet again.
I smiled at him sweetly and replied politely,
"I am going to attend the election meeting on the outskirts of Bangalore. I am waiting for an auto."
My voice sounded normal, but inside I was feeling very horny talking to him. My nipples were hard inside my white bra, and my pussy was throbbing.
He shook his head and said,
"All the autos are busy with the election campaign today. You will not get any auto now. It’s almost impossible."
I panicked instantly. I had only 20 minutes left to reach the meeting place, otherwise Reddy Sir would leave with the MLA.
That’s when he offered,
"Take my Activa. It’s parked right here. I am not going anywhere."
I shook my head and said, "No, it’s okay. I will manage."
But he insisted. He went inside his house and brought out his white Activa. He called me near his house,
"Come here, Sudha."
I walked towards his house, my pussy getting wetter with every step. The thought that this ugly old man had seen me almost naked was making me extremely horny.
He handed me the white Activa key and smiled.
As I smiled back and took the key, he suddenly looked embarrassed and said slowly,
"Sorry Sudha…"
I tilted my head slightly and asked innocently,
"Sorry for what, uncle?"
He swallowed hard, his voice shaking a little with guilt.
"I should not have done that."
He looked down for a moment, then continued in a modest, ashamed tone.
"I saw you through the window when you were in your white bra and maroon panties."
He took a shaky breath before adding softly,
"You looked so beautiful… Your heavy boobs were pushing against the white bra, your thick nipples were clearly visible, and the maroon panties were hugging your plump pussy and big soft ass cheeks so tightly."
His honest confession made me extremely horny. My pussy clenched and leaked fresh wetness into my maroon panties. I felt my cheeks burning, but my voice remained soft.
"It’s okay uncle… don’t worry."
He looked even more guilty, then stepped closer. With no one around, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug.
The moment his arms went around me, I felt his big belly press against my soft stomach. His hands rested on my lower back, then slowly slid down to rest firmly on the upper curve of my ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He hugged me hard, pulling my heavy boobs flush against his chest so that they squished softly against him. I could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. My nipples hardened instantly inside my white bra and pressed into him.
I was so horny that I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him back tightly, pressing my body fully into his embrace. My heavy boobs crushed against his chest, my deep navel touched his belly, and my wide hips pressed against him. My pussy throbbed hard, leaking fresh wetness into my maroon panties.
He grew bolder. While still hugging me tightly, he lowered his head and started kissing my cheek softly, then moved to the other cheek, planting slow, warm kisses. His rough lips brushed my soft skin again and again, making my breathing heavier. Each kiss sent sparks straight to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath on my face and neck as he kept kissing my cheeks, holding me closer.
I was getting hornier with every second. My pussy was soaking wet, my nipples were aching, and my body was burning. I hugged him even tighter, enjoying the way his hands rested on my ass cheeks and the way his lips kept kissing my cheeks.
For a moment I was so horny that if he had carried me inside his house to fuck me, I would have let him without any resistance.
But I quickly realized I was getting late for the meeting.
I broke the hug gently and said,
"I am getting late for the meeting. I have to go now."
I sat on the white Activa. As I was about to start the bike, he leaned close and whispered in a hoarse voice,
"You looked so hot and sexy in your white bra and maroon panties."
He paused, breathing heavily.
"Your massive boobs were spilling out of the white bra, your dark nipples were poking so hard… and the maroon panties were stretched so tight over your plump pussy and big juicy ass cheeks."
He added in a low, husky whisper,
"Your husband is so lucky… so damn lucky to enjoy a body like this every single night."
His dirty description and the mention of my husband made me blush deeply, but inside I was burning with horniness. My pussy was dripping wet.
I softly said, "Thank you," started the Activa, and rode away towards the meeting place on the outskirts of the city.

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I rode the white Activa as fast as I could through the evening traffic, my heart pounding with urgency. The wind whipped against my face and made my yellow saree pallu flutter behind me. My heavy boobs bounced inside the yellow blouse with every bump on the road, and my pussy still felt warm and slightly wet from all the earlier tension.

By the time I reached the election meeting venue on the outskirts of the city, it was already over. The crowd was dispersing, people were folding chairs, and the stage was being cleared. To my deep disappointment, Reddy Sir had already left.
I quickly took out my phone and called him. He answered after a few rings.
"Sudha… you reached?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, but the meeting is over. Where are you?" I said, my voice filled with disappointment.
Reddy Sir replied casually,
"I am at a restaurant having dinner with the MLA. I will send you the location now. Come there."
A moment later, the WhatsApp location arrived. I restarted the Activa and rode again, feeling exhausted. My arms were aching from holding the handlebar, my thighs were tired from gripping the seat, and the constant bouncing was making my heavy boobs feel sore inside the blouse. But I kept riding desperately. I had to meet him tonight. I had to get the gas agency for my husband.
When I finally reached the restaurant, it was already 8 PM. The place was almost empty. I searched everywhere but Reddy Sir and the MLA were nowhere to be seen.
I called him again, my voice tired and desperate.
"Sir… I have reached the restaurant, but you are not here."
Reddy Sir answered calmly,
"Oh, we finished dinner and left already. We are now at a dhaba on the highway, having tea. I will send you the new location. Come quickly."
Another WhatsApp message arrived with the new location.
I felt completely exhausted. My body was tired from riding the bike for so long, my back was hurting, and my pussy was still sensitive from all the earlier arousal and tension. But I couldn’t stop now. I was desperate to meet Reddy Sir. This was my only chance to secure the gas agency for my husband and finally become rich — richer than my sisters and all my relatives.
I restarted the Activa and began riding again toward the dhaba, my heart filled with exhaustion, desperation, and determination.
I reached the dhaba around 8:30 PM, completely exhausted.
My arms were aching from gripping the handlebar for so long, my thighs were sore from riding, and my back hurt. The yellow saree was slightly dishevelled from the wind and the long ride. I felt tired, sweaty, and desperate.
Outside the dhaba, under the dim yellow bulb of a small tea shop, Reddy Sir was standing. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, looking powerful even in simple clothes. Next to him stood the MLA in a white shirt and white dhoti. A little behind the tea shop, five to ten of the MLA’s men were smoking cigarettes, staying at a respectful distance so they wouldn’t smoke in front of the MLA and Reddy Sir.
They had not noticed me yet.
Opposite the dhaba was a cheap lodge. It looked old and rundown. The building was painted in faded pink with many cracks on the walls. A rusty signboard read “Sri Lakshmi Lodge” in broken letters. The entrance had a weak tube light flickering above the door. Several windows had broken shutters, and some had clothes hanging outside. The lodge looked dirty, with paan stains on the walls and a narrow corridor leading to the rooms. A few old bikes and an auto were parked carelessly in front of it.
I quickly turned the Activa and parked it behind the cheap lodge, in the dark corner where the light from the dhaba and the lodge barely reached. The area was shadowed and hidden from view.
I sat on the bike for a moment, breathing heavily, preparing to adjust my saree before going to meet him.


I parked the white Activa behind the cheap lodge in the dark corner, switched off the ignition, and locked it carefully with the key.
Still sitting on the bike, I first raised both hands and adjusted my long black hair. I gathered the messy strands, ran my fingers through them slowly, and tied them into a neat loose bun at the back of my head. A few soft, silky strands deliberately fell around my face and neck, framing it beautifully. The simple act of lifting my arms made my heavy boobs rise and push forward inside the yellow blouse, stretching the yellow blouse tightly across my chest.
I stood up from the bike, my wide hips swaying naturally. A cool evening wind suddenly blew across the open area, making my yellow saree flutter gently against my legs.
I began adjusting my yellow saree with both hands. I pulled the pallu properly over my left shoulder, smoothing it slowly and sensually over my heavy boobs, letting my palms glide over the soft curves. Then I adjusted the pleats at my waist, running my hands down the front of the yellow saree, pressing the thin yellow saree against my lower belly and wide hips. The yellow saree clung lovingly to my body, outlining the deep curve of my waist and the full roundness of my plump ass cheeks.
Next, I slipped my hands inside the pallu and adjusted my white bra over my blouse. I cupped my heavy boobs from below, lifting them gently and settling them properly inside the white bra cups. My thick, dark nipples brushed against the bra as I squeezed and arranged my boobs, causing them to jiggle softly and settle into a deep, tempting cleavage that pressed against the yellow blouse. I gave them one final, slow adjustment, feeling their weight and softness in my palms.
Finally, I slid both hands under the yellow saree and under the yellow petticoat at my hips and adjusted my maroon panties.
A cool breeze blew again, lifting the edge of my yellow saree and yellow petticoat slightly as I raised them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the maroon panties and slowly pulled them higher on my wide hips, letting the cool wind kiss my exposed skin. Then I ran my fingertips along the elastic edges of the maroon panties, smoothing the thin maroon panties carefully over my plump pussy lips. I pressed the crotch of the maroon panties firmly and slowly against my pussy, making sure the maroon panties hugged my smooth, freshly shaved pussy perfectly and gently pressed on my clit. I slid my fingers back and forth, letting the thin maroon panties rub deliciously against my wet slit while the cool wind continued to tease my thighs.
I moved my hands to the back and cupped my big, soft ass cheeks through the maroon panties. I squeezed them slowly and sensually, letting my fingers sink deep into the juicy flesh of my ass cheeks, then pulled the thin maroon panties upward so it wedged tightly between my plump ass cheeks, creating a perfect, teasing line that disappeared into the warm cleft of my ass. I gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, firm squeeze, feeling how full and soft they were under the maroon panties.
The moment the two young lodge workers in khaki shirts and khaki pants saw me sliding my hands under the yellow saree and yellow petticoat to adjust my maroon panties, they lost control. Their eyes widened, and they immediately pulled out their hard cocks and started jerking off furiously while staring at me.
I was completely unaware of them at first.
I took a deep breath, straightened my posture so my boobs stood out proudly, and began walking towards Reddy Sir with slow, graceful steps. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, my wide hips swayed seductively, and my plump ass cheeks jiggled softly under the yellow saree.
Only then did I notice the two boys. They were stroking their cocks desperately, moaning loudly as they came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the ground while looking at me. The moment they saw me looking in their direction, they panicked, quickly stuffed their cocks back into their pants, and ran inside the lodge.
I ignored them completely and continued walking towards Reddy Sir with a calm, graceful stride.
I took a deep breath and began crossing the highway to reach Reddy Sir and the MLA.
The road was wide and busy with passing vehicles. As I walked, the cool evening wind kept lifting the edge of my yellow saree slightly, making the thin yellow saree cling to my thick thighs and round ass cheeks. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, and the pallu of the yellow saree fluttered, occasionally revealing more of my deep cleavage.
The men behind the tea shop who were smoking noticed me immediately. Their eyes turned dark with lust as they stared shamelessly at my swaying boobs and the way my yellow saree hugged my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. One of them bit his lip while another adjusted his crotch openly, their gazes locked on the soft jiggle of my ass and the outline of my boobs straining against the yellow blouse. They looked like they wanted to rip my yellow saree off right there on the highway and fuck me hard against the wall.
I kept walking, pretending not to notice them.
As I reached the other side, the MLA suddenly turned his head and saw me. His eyes widened with immediate hunger. He stared at my heavy boobs bouncing inside the yellow blouse, then at my deep navel area even though it was covered, and finally at my wide hips and the way my plump ass cheeks moved under the yellow saree. His gaze was so intense and filthy that it felt like he was mentally undressing me, imagining squeezing my boobs, spreading my ass cheeks, and shoving his cock deep into my pussy. He licked his lips slowly, not even trying to hide his lust.
I felt a fresh wave of heat between my thighs but continued walking.
As I reached the tea shop, Reddy Sir finally noticed me. His eyes lit up with sudden excitement and raw horniness. He exclaimed loudly,
"Sudha!"
Before I could react, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his complete embrace. His big belly pressed against my soft stomach, and his hands rested firmly on my lower back, just above my ass cheeks. I had no choice but to hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. My heavy boobs crushed softly against his chest as he held me tight.
I was taken by surprise. I had wanted him to treat me respectfully, without lust, but he was already hugging me possessively, his body heat radiating into mine.
While still hugging me, I felt his cock instantly harden against my lower belly, pressing through his white pants. He kept holding me close and whispered near my ear,
"I am so glad you could make it, Sudha."
He didn’t let go, still hugging me tightly as his hard cock throbbed against me.
Reddy Sir kept me in his tight embrace for a few more seconds, his hard cock pressing insistently against my lower belly through his white pants. I could feel it throbbing against me as he held my waist possessively.
The MLA was standing right beside us, watching everything with dark, hungry eyes. Seeing Reddy Sir enjoying himself hugging me so openly made the MLA visibly horny. His gaze roamed shamelessly over my body, lingering on my heavy boobs pressed against Reddy Sir’s chest and the way my wide hips were pulled close.
Reddy Sir finally loosened his arms a little and introduced me with a proud smile.
"Sir, this is Sudha… wife of my most loyal man, Rajesh."
The MLA’s eyes lit up with lust the moment he heard my name. He stepped forward without hesitation.
"Hello Sudha," he said in a deep, smooth voice, his eyes devouring me from head to toe.
Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, just like Reddy Sir had done. His hands settled firmly on my lower back, then slowly slid down to rest on the upper curve of my ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He pressed his body against mine, his belly touching my soft stomach, and his chest crushing my heavy boobs. I could clearly feel his cock growing hard and thick against my lower belly.
Reddy Sir gestured with his eyes, silently telling me to hug him back.
I had no choice. If I pushed the MLA away or refused to hug him, Reddy Sir might get angry and ruin any chance of getting the gas agency for my husband. So, in fear and desperation, I wrapped my arms around the MLA’s neck and hugged him back tightly, pressing my body fully into his embrace.
The MLA let out a low, satisfied groan.
"My god… she is so friendly," he exclaimed, his voice thick with lust.
While still hugging me, he grew bolder. His hands slid lower and boldly grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He squeezed my ass cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into the juicy flesh through the thin yellow saree. He kneaded and groped my plump ass cheeks openly, feeling their softness and weight, pulling me even closer so his hard cock pressed harder against my belly.
I felt like pushing him off immediately — the shame and discomfort burned inside me. But I knew if I did that, Reddy Sir would get angry and the gas agency dream would be destroyed. So I endured it, letting the MLA enjoy himself, his hands continuously squeezing and feeling up my ass cheeks over the yellow saree while I remained in his tight embrace, smiling politely even as my heart raced with humiliation and fear.


Reddy Sir kept one arm loosely around my waist while he turned slightly toward the MLA and began speaking proudly.
"Sir, this is Sudha, wife of my most loyal man Rajesh. Rajesh has been with me for many years. He is extremely loyal and never questions anything I ask him to do. Sudha and Rajesh had a love marriage. She comes from a very good, respectable family, but she left everything behind to marry him and live in the slum. Such a devoted wife."
The MLA nodded as if he was listening attentively to Reddy Sir, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He was still hugging me tightly, his body pressed flush against mine. My heavy boobs were crushed softly against his chest, the soft flesh of my boobs flattening and spilling slightly against him through the yellow blouse and white bra. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my boobs as he held me close.
While pretending to listen to Reddy Sir, the MLA’s hands slowly moved upward on my back. His palms glided over the yellow saree and felt the outline of my white bra straps and the hooks at the back. He traced the band of the white bra with his fingers, pressing gently, enjoying the feel of the white bra against my back and the way my boobs moved with every breath I took.
Then his hands slid downward again, boldly moving over the curve of my lower back until they reached my ass cheeks. He grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks firmly with both hands over the yellow saree, squeezing the plump flesh. His fingers dug deep into my juicy ass cheeks, kneading and groping them slowly and possessively. He pulled my ass cheeks apart slightly through the yellow saree, feeling the warm cleft between them, then pressed them back together, enjoying the way the soft, heavy globes filled his palms. He kept squeezing rhythmically, lifting and releasing my ass cheeks, letting them jiggle under his grip while his hard cock throbbed insistently against my lower belly.
I was helplessly trapped in his embrace. I had no choice but to keep my arms wrapped around his neck and hug him back tightly, my heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest. Every time he squeezed and groped my ass cheeks, my body jolted slightly, and I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing and twitching against me. I felt ashamed and powerless, but I endured it, knowing that if I resisted, Reddy Sir would get angry and the chance for the gas agency would be ruined.
The MLA continued to grope my ass cheeks openly while nodding to Reddy Sir’s words, his hands never leaving my plump ass, squeezing, kneading, and feeling every soft, juicy curve as if he owned it.
Reddy Sir noticed the uncomfortable look in my eyes. I subtly gestured to him with my eyes, silently pleading that I couldn’t bear the MLA’s tight hug any longer.
Reddy Sir immediately understood.
"Come Sudha," he said in a firm but calm voice.
He reached out and grabbed my right hand with his left hand, gently but possessively pulling me toward him. The MLA reluctantly loosened his grip. His hands slowly slid off my ass cheeks over the yellow saree, fingers dragging across the soft, plump flesh one last time, squeezing lightly as if he didn’t want to let go. He finally broke the hug, but not before his palms gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, possessive grope, feeling the full roundness and softness through the thin yellow saree.
I felt a huge wave of relief the moment the MLA’s arms left my body.
Reddy Sir held my hand firmly and turned to the MLA.
"Sir, you should go home and take rest. I need to talk to Sudha about something important. That’s why she has come here."
As he was speaking, the MLA’s men came and stood respectfully nearby. Moments later, the MLA’s driver brought the car forward. The MLA gave me one last lingering look, then got into the car with his men and they drove away.
The moment the car left, I felt so safe in Reddy Sir’s hands.
He was still holding my right hand gently but protectively. The strong, confident grip made me feel strangely secure. Even though I knew his intentions might not be pure, right now he had rescued me from the MLA’s shameless groping. For the first time since arriving, I felt a small sense of relief standing next to him.
Reddy Sir looked at me with a soft, knowing smile and said quietly,
"You did well, Sudha. Now let’s talk properly."



Reddy Sir was still holding my right hand gently but possessively. He looked at me with a calm, knowing smile and asked in a low, polite voice,
"Sudha, tell me… what did you want to talk to me about?"
I took a small breath, preparing to speak about the gas agency for my husband.
Before I could say anything, Reddy Sir gently interrupted,
"Wait… have you had your dinner yet?"
I shook my head honestly and replied softly,
"No Sir… I haven’t eaten anything since afternoon."
He smiled warmly and said,
"Then let’s have dinner first and talk afterwards. Come."
Still holding my hand, he led me inside the dhaba.
The dhaba was a typical roadside eatery — open on three sides, with a thatched roof, wooden benches, and plastic chairs. The air smelled of freshly cooked food, spices, and tandoor smoke. A few truck drivers and local men were eating at different tables. The moment Reddy Sir entered, the entire place became silent. Everyone recognized him instantly. The owner and waiters rushed forward with folded hands, greeting him with deep respect.
They quickly cleaned a nice corner table for us, wiping it thoroughly and placing fresh plates and glasses. Instead of sitting opposite me, Reddy Sir chose to sit right next to me on my right side, still holding my hand until we were seated.
He looked at me kindly and asked,
"Tell me your favourite dishes, Sudha. Whatever you want, just say it."
I mentioned a few simple items I liked. Reddy Sir immediately ordered everything I asked for, plus many more rich dishes — butter naan, paneer butter masala, dal makhani, chicken curry, fresh salad, and cold drinks. Within minutes, the table was filled with hot, aromatic food. The waiters served everything with extra care and respect.
I had never eaten such delicious, rich food in my life. The flavours were amazing. I felt so happy and overwhelmed. For the first time in many years, I was eating like this — proper, tasty, abundant food.
While we were eating, Reddy Sir was very caring and sensual in his attention. He tore a piece of soft butter naan, rolled it generously with creamy paneer butter masala, and brought it to my lips with his own hand.
"Open your mouth, Sudha," he said softly.
I opened my mouth obediently, completely focused on enjoying the rich, delicious food. As I took the bite, my lips closed around his fingers for a brief moment. I gently licked the thick, spicy gravy off his fingertips, my tongue softly cleaning every drop without realizing how intimate it felt.
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched me. He didn’t pull his fingers away immediately. He let me lick them clean, his breathing becoming slightly heavier. After I finished the bite, he slowly brought the same fingers to his own mouth and sucked them, tasting the exact place my lips and tongue had just touched, his gaze locked on my mouth the entire time.
He repeated the act again and again — feeding me with his hand, deliberately letting his fingertips linger between my lips, making me lick the gravy off them while I was lost in the taste of the food. Every time I licked his fingers, he grew visibly hornier, his eyes turning darker and his body shifting closer to mine. He was clearly enjoying the subtle, sensual intimacy of me sucking his fingers while pretending it was only about feeding me.
I felt protected, cared for, and strangely desired at the same time, completely unaware of how erotic the scene looked from the outside.
For those few minutes, sitting next to him and being fed by his hand, I felt safe and special.
After we finished dinner, Reddy Sir and I walked out of the dhaba together.
We went back to the same small tea shop where the MLA and others had been having tea earlier. Reddy Sir looked at me gently and asked,
"Sudha, what would you like to have? Tea? Coffee? Something cold?"
I replied softly,
"Lemon tea please, Sir."
He nodded and ordered a strong masala chai for himself and a hot lemon tea for me. The waiter brought the drinks quickly. The hot lemon tea felt incredibly refreshing and soothing after the rich, heavy dinner. I sipped it slowly, feeling the warm, tangy liquid calm my stomach and refresh my senses. For the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely good and satisfied after eating.
While we were drinking tea, Reddy Sir spoke in a calm, friendly voice about my husband.
"Rajesh is a very good and loyal man, Sudha. He has been with me since he was young. He never complains, never hesitates. I trust him completely. It’s rare to find such loyalty these days."
He continued talking about how Rajesh had proved his faithfulness many times and how proud he was of him. I listened quietly, nodding, but inside I was nervous and tense. I still didn’t know how to bring up the topic of the gas agency, and now I was feeling increasingly uneasy.
That’s when one of Reddy Sir’s close friends stopped his car right in front of the tea shop. He got out and walked over to us. After greeting Reddy Sir respectfully, he looked concerned and said,
"Sir, why are you standing here alone on the highway at this time? It’s not safe. You have many enemies. Anyone can try something. Please don’t stay here like this. It’s risky."
As I heard those words, a wave of tension washed over me. I suddenly realized how dangerous this situation was. Reddy Sir was one of the most powerful men in the area, but standing openly on the highway at night with only a few men around was not safe at all. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew very well how these things worked — people like Reddy Sir had enemies everywhere, and one wrong moment could turn deadly.
I felt nervous and guilty at the same time. This was clearly not the right place or time to open up about the gas agency. I kept quiet, sipping my lemon tea, my mind racing with worry.
The friend continued advising him politely but firmly,
"Sir, please leave this place now. Go somewhere safer. The highway is not good at this hour."
Reddy Sir nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the advice. He finished his tea and looked at me.
I continued sipping my lemon tea, feeling the warm liquid comfort me, while my mind kept racing with tension. I now understood clearly — this was not the right place or moment to talk about the gas agency.
Reddy Sir looked around at the dark highway, the passing trucks, and the few men still standing nearby. His expression became serious.
"Sudha, it is not safe to stand here like this. There are too many eyes and too many risks on the highway at this hour. Whatever you wanted to discuss with me, we can talk properly inside the lodge. It will be much safer and quieter there."
I felt a fresh wave of tension rise in my chest. He was right. Standing openly on the highway at night was dangerous for a man like him. He had many enemies, and one wrong moment could turn deadly. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew exactly how these things worked. I also realized that this was not the right place to talk about the gas agency. Inside the lodge would be safer, more private, and less risky.
I nodded slowly and said softly,
"Yes Sir… you are right. It is better to talk inside the lodge."
Reddy Sir gave a small, satisfied smile. Without saying anything more, he reached out and took my right hand in his left hand. He interlaced his fingers with mine, holding my hand firmly and possessively. The way he gripped my hand — fingers tightly locked with mine — made me feel like he was claiming me, as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone that I was with him now.
He began walking across the highway, gently pulling me along with him. His grip was strong and confident, his thumb occasionally brushing over the back of my hand. Every time a vehicle passed, he pulled me slightly closer to his side, protecting me while keeping our fingers interlocked. The warmth of his palm and the firm way he held my hand sent a strange mix of fear and tension through my body.
We crossed the road safely and continued walking towards the cheap lodge. His fingers remained tightly entwined with mine the entire way, as if he had no intention of letting go.
I followed him quietly, my heart beating fast, fully aware that I was now walking hand-in-hand with Reddy Sir towards the lodge, completely at his mercy.

Reddy Sir continued holding my right hand firmly, his fingers interlaced with mine as he led me across the road and straight into the cheap lodge.
The moment we stepped inside, the lodge owner — a middle-aged man who clearly knew Reddy Sir very well — stood up from behind the reception desk with a big smile.
"Reddy Sir! Welcome, Sir! It is such an honour to have you here."
His eyes then shifted to me. He looked at Reddy Sir, then at me, and asked casually with a grin,
"Sir, is this your daughter?"
Reddy Sir was clearly much older than me. The question made both of them burst into laughter. Reddy Sir laughed heartily and shook his head.
The lodge owner quickly corrected himself with a respectful smile,
"Sorry Sir, I was just joking. Please forgive me. It is a great honour to have you in my lodge. But I must tell you honestly — the facilities here are very basic and not up to your standard. The rooms are simple, the AC is old, and the bathroom is small."
Reddy Sir waved his hand casually and replied in a calm voice,
"It’s okay. We don’t need anything fancy. We just need a quiet place to discuss some important things. That’s all."
The word “discussion” made me feel a wave of relief. For the first time since arriving, I felt hopeful. Reddy Sir seemed ready to listen to me about the gas agency. Maybe this meeting would finally bring the change I desperately wanted for my husband and my sons.
The lodge owner nodded respectfully and quickly handed over a key to the best available room.
Reddy Sir thanked him and, still holding my hand, began walking with me towards the room.
I followed quietly beside him, my heart beating with a mixture of nervousness and cautious hope.
One of the room boys came forward and took us to the room on the second floor. The lodge had no working lift, so we had to climb the old, narrow, dimly lit stairs. The stairs were worn out, with cracked tiles and creaking wooden steps. Reddy Sir held my hand the entire way, guiding me up carefully.
The room boy opened the door and switched on the light. The room was small, old, and very basic — typical of a cheap roadside lodge. The walls were painted in faded cream with patches of dampness and peeling paint. A single double bed with a thin mattress and an old bedsheet took up most of the space. There was a small wooden table with two plastic chairs, a dusty mirror on the wall, and a tiny attached bathroom with a rusty tap and a plastic bucket. A weak ceiling fan hung above the bed, and an old air-conditioner was fixed on the wall near the window.
The room boy tried to switch on the broken AC. It made a loud rattling noise but refused to start. He tried again, then turned to Reddy Sir with an embarrassed face.
"Sir, the AC is not working properly. The cooling is very weak and sometimes it stops. The fan is also old. The bathroom is small and the water pressure is low. I am very sorry, Sir. This is the best room we have."
Reddy Sir waved his hand calmly and said in a relaxed voice,
"It’s okay. Don’t worry about all that. We are here only to discuss some important matters. That’s all. You can go now."
The moment Reddy Sir said “only to discuss”, a huge wave of relief washed over me. My tensed shoulders relaxed and I felt my breathing become easier. For the first time since I had decided to meet him, I felt genuinely safe. He was not forcing anything. He really seemed ready to talk about the gas agency and nothing more.
The room boy nodded respectfully and left, closing the door behind him.
Now it was just Reddy Sir and me alone in the small, quiet room.
I stood there, still holding his hand lightly, feeling a mix of nervousness and cautious hope.

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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.

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My soft, full lips pressed against his rough ones. At first the kiss was hesitant, but then I surrendered completely. I kissed him deeper, opening my mouth slightly, letting his tongue slide in and taste me. My arms tightened around his neck as I pulled him closer, my heavy boobs crushing harder against his chest. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my throat as I kissed him back with desperate passion, tears still rolling down my cheeks and mixing with our kiss.

Forgive me, Rajesh… forgive me my love… I am doing this for our sons… for our future… I have no choice…
My body melted against his as I gave in fully, kissing the old man who held my family’s destiny in his hands.
Reddy Sir felt me kissing him back and let out a deep, satisfied groan. His hands moved upward from my ass cheeks, sliding slowly along my sides until they reached my armpits. He boldly grabbed both my soft armpit flesh over the yellow blouse, his thick fingers pressing firmly into the warm, slightly sweaty flesh of my armpits. He squeezed them possessively, feeling the delicate, soft armpit flesh and the way my heavy boobs jiggled with every shaky breath I took.
"Ahhh… Sudha… I have wanted to enjoy you for so long," he whispered hoarsely, his thumbs stroking the sensitive armpit flesh over the yellow blouse. "These soft, smooth armpits… I imagined licking them so many times while I fucked my wife."
Oh God… Rajesh… forgive me… I can feel his rough fingers digging into my armpit flesh. I never let anyone touch me here except you… and now this old man is squeezing my armpits like he owns me. I feel so dirty… so cheap… but my sons… my three little boys… they deserve a better life than this slum…
He lowered his head and started kissing my neck hungrily — wet, open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck, sucking the sensitive skin hard enough to leave faint red marks. His lips then moved lower, trailing hot, sloppy kisses down to the deep cleavage exposed by my yellow blouse. He buried his face between my heavy boobs, kissing and licking the soft, warm flesh of my cleavage while his fingers continued squeezing the flesh of my armpits over the blouse.
"Enjoy yourself, Sudha," he murmured against the soft flesh of my cleavage, his hot breath making my skin tingle. "Let go completely. Only if you enjoy it… only if you feel pleasure… then I can truly enjoy you. I don’t want a dead body. I want you to moan, to shiver, to get wet for me. Surrender fully and enjoy every touch. Then only I can fuck you the way I have dreamed."
How can I enjoy this? I love Rajesh… I love the way he holds me gently under the blanket every night. This man is old enough to be my father and he’s sucking on the flesh of my cleavage like a hungry animal. I feel disgusted… ashamed… yet if I don’t do this, my sons will grow up exactly like their father — rowdies in a slum. My sisters will keep laughing at me forever. I have to do this… for them… even if it destroys me inside.
I was breathing heavily, my mind screaming in conflict, but the desperate need to save my family won.
In a soft, trembling, broken voice, I whispered,
"Okay Sir… I will try… I will try to enjoy it… for my family… for my sons…"
Reddy Sir groaned with satisfaction. He released the flesh of my armpits and moved his hands to the pallu of my yellow saree. With slow, deliberate movements, he pulled the pallu completely off my shoulder, letting the thin yellow saree fall away from my heavy boobs. Then he untucked the yellow saree from my waist, unwrapping it slowly from around my body. The thin yellow saree slid down my wide hips and pooled around my feet, leaving me standing in just my yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, my deep navel and the outline of my maroon panties clearly visible through the thin petticoat.
He stepped back slightly to admire me, his eyes dark with raw desire as he took in my half-naked form — my heavy boobs heaving inside the tight yellow blouse, my deep navel visible, and the yellow petticoat hugging my wide hips and plump ass.
Look at me… standing here half-naked in front of this old man… my saree lying on the floor like my dignity. Rajesh would die if he saw me like this… but my sons… they will finally have a future. I have to be strong… I have to surrender…
I stood there nervously in the middle of the small, dimly lit room, wearing only my yellow blouse and yellow petticoat. The thin yellow blouse was stretched tightly across my heavy boobs, the deep cleavage clearly visible, and my thick nipples were faintly outlined through the fabric. The yellow petticoat sat low on my wide hips, hugging the full curves of my plump ass cheeks and the soft mound of my pussy. My deep navel was completely exposed, and every nervous breath I took made my boobs rise and fall heavily inside the tight blouse.
Reddy Sir looked at me with dark, hungry eyes and stepped closer.
"Don’t be nervous, Sudha," he said softly, his voice low and convincing. "Women like you are blessed with such a beautiful body. God doesn’t give this kind of beauty and hot figure to everyone. You have been given this power for a reason — to uplift your family from poverty. Your hot body is your greatest weapon. You must use it fully to save your husband and sons from this miserable life."
He began removing his clothes while continuing to speak.
First, he unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing his old, ugly, dark-skinned body. His chest was covered with grey hair and sagging skin. His belly was big, fat, and hanging heavily with stretch marks. His arms were thin and wrinkled. He then pulled down his white pants and underwear. His cock was already semi-hard — dark, thick, and veiny, with grey pubic hair around it. His balls hung low and loose. He looked old, ugly, and repulsive.
I felt a strong wave of disgust and wanted to run away.
But Reddy Sir noticed my hesitation and stepped closer again.
"This one night will change everything, Sudha," he said, his voice calm but powerful.
"After tonight, your sons will study in the best English-medium colleges. They will wear clean, expensive uniforms instead of the torn clothes they have now. They will never have to sleep on the cold floor again. They will have their own beds, their own rooms, toys, books, and a bright future. Your husband Rajesh will finally become a respected businessman. No more dangerous rowdy work. No more coming home drunk and exhausted. He will come home proudly every evening, and your sons will look up to their father with respect instead of pity."
My mind began filling with powerful images:
My eldest son coming home with a first-rank certificate, smiling proudly. My middle son playing cricket in a proper playground instead of the dirty slum streets. My youngest sleeping peacefully in a soft bed with a warm blanket. Rajesh sitting in our living room, counting money from the gas agency, finally able to hold his head high. No more hiding from creditors. No more shame when relatives visit. My sisters visiting my big house, their faces pale with jealousy as they see my luxurious furniture, my car, my heavy gold jewellery, and my sons studying in good colleges. My parents regretting they disowned me, now begging to come and stay with us. The entire neighbourhood calling me “Sudha Madam” with respect instead of looking down on me as “that rowdy’s wife”.
"Your sisters who laughed at you and called you a failure will cry with jealousy," Reddy Sir continued. "They will burn inside when they see you living like a queen while they remain stuck in their ordinary lives. Your parents who threw you out will regret their decision every single day. This one night of sacrifice will turn your entire life around. Your sons will never know the pain of poverty. Your family will finally be happy, respected, and secure."
The dreams felt so real, so close, so tempting that something deep inside me began to shift. The disgust was still burning in my chest, but the burning desire to give my children a better life, to silence my sisters’ mocking laughter, and to finally make my husband proud was growing stronger with every second.
One night… just one single night of my body… and my sons will never suffer again. Rajesh will finally have dignity. I will no longer be the family failure. I can bear this shame if it means my children get a future. I have to do this… for them… even if it breaks my soul.
Reddy Sir gently took my wrists and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me into his complete embrace. His fat, hairy belly pressed against my soft stomach, and his hard cock poked against my lower belly through the thin yellow petticoat.
"It’s normal to feel nervous," he whispered softly near my ear, his hands gently stroking my back over the yellow blouse. "This is the first time you are sleeping with someone other than your husband. Don’t worry, Sudha. Just relax and listen to whatever I say. I will guide you step by step. Your bright future, your sons’ happiness, everything is in my hands tonight. Just surrender to me completely and everything will be fine."
His voice was surprisingly gentle and reassuring. As he held me close, stroking my back and whispering comforting words, I slowly started feeling a little more comfortable in his arms, even though my heart was still pounding with shame, guilt, and fear.
One night… just one night… and my entire family’s destiny will change forever. I can do this… I must do this… for my sons.
Reddy Sir hugged me gently in his complete embrace, his fat belly pressing against my soft stomach and his hard cock resting heavily against my lower belly through the thin yellow petticoat. His hands stroked my back slowly and reassuringly over the yellow blouse, his touch becoming softer, almost tender.
"That’s it, Sudha… good girl," he whispered warmly against my ear. "You are doing the right thing. Now relax completely. Don’t just lie there like a statue. You must also enjoy yourself while I enjoy you. Cooperate with me fully. Move your body with mine. Let me feel your pleasure. Kiss me back. Hold me tight. Moan when I touch you. Only then can I truly enjoy this beautiful body of yours."
He gently kissed the side of my neck again, his lips soft and wet.
"Let go of your guilt tonight. Open your body for me. Give me all the pleasure I have dreamed of for so long. Squeeze your boobs against my chest. Push your ass back when I grab it. Let your pussy get wet for me. Enjoy every touch, every kiss, every thrust. The more you enjoy, the happier I will be… and the more I will take care of your family."
His words were slow, hypnotic, and strangely convincing. I could feel my resistance melting further.
He is right… if I have to do this, I should do it properly. I cannot just lie there like a dead body. For the gas agency… for my sons’ future… I have to give him complete pleasure. I have to enjoy it too… or at least pretend to enjoy it with all my heart. I must make him happy tonight. I must make him lose control. Only then will he keep his promise.
I took a deep, shaky breath and nodded slowly against his shoulder.
"Yes Sir… I will try… I will enjoy it… I will cooperate fully," I whispered softly, my voice trembling but determined.
Inside my mind, I kept repeating like a mantra:
I will enjoy this. I will give him all the pleasure he wants. I will kiss him back passionately. I will press my heavy boobs against his chest. I will push my plump ass into his hands when he grabs it. I will let my pussy get wet for him. I will moan for him. I will move my body with his. I will make him cum hard inside me. All of this… everything… just for the gas agency. For my sons’ bright future. For my family’s respect. I will surrender my body completely tonight and make him the happiest man alive. This is my sacrifice… and I will make it worth it.
The more I repeated these thoughts, the more I convinced myself. My arms tightened slightly around his neck. My heavy boobs pressed more firmly against his chest. A strange mix of shame, determination, and reluctant arousal started building inside me.
Reddy Sir smiled against my neck, clearly sensing the change in me.
"Good girl… that’s my Sudha," he murmured approvingly, his hands slowly roaming over my back and waist.
Reddy Sir hugged me tighter, then slowly took my right hand in his. He guided it downward between our bodies and made me wrap my fingers around his thick, bent cock. The moment my palm touched it, I felt how heavy, warm, and veiny it was. It curved slightly upward, the dark skin stretched tight, and it throbbed strongly in my grip. He made my fingers close around the thick shaft, forcing me to hold his bent cock properly.
"Feel it, Sudha… this is what has been waiting for you," he whispered.
While my hand was still holding his bent cock, he brought both hands to the front of my yellow blouse. One by one, he opened the hooks slowly, his fingers brushing against the soft flesh of my boobs. As the last hook came undone, he pulled the yellow blouse open, revealing my white bra that was struggling to contain my heavy boobs. He then slid the yellow blouse completely off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it on the floor.
The cool air of the room hit my exposed skin. Standing there in just my white bra and yellow petticoat, the memory of the neighbour suddenly flashed in my mind — how he had watched me through the window while I was adjusting my maroon panties in just my white bra. That same thrilling shame rushed through me again, making my nipples harden inside the white bra and my pussy start getting wet.
Reddy Sir didn’t stop. His hands moved to the knot of my yellow petticoat. He untied it slowly, then pulled the string. The yellow petticoat loosened and slid down my wide hips, revealing my maroon panties that were hugging my plump pussy lips and big ass cheeks tightly. He pushed the petticoat all the way down until it pooled around my ankles.
The moment I stood completely in front of him wearing only my white bra and maroon panties, a strong wave of horniness hit me. It reminded me exactly of that morning when the ugly neighbour had jerked off watching me in the same white bra and maroon panties. The memory of his lustful eyes and the way he had stroked his cock while staring at my body made my pussy throb and leak fresh wetness into the maroon panties. My nipples became rock hard, poking clearly through the white bra, and my breathing turned heavier. I felt the same dirty excitement I had felt when the neighbour was watching me — only this time it was much stronger.
Instead of feeling shy, something shameless took over me.
I slowly turned around in a full circle in front of him, letting him see every inch of my body. I swayed my wide hips deliberately, making my plump ass cheeks jiggle inside the tight maroon panties. I arched my back slightly so my heavy boobs pushed forward, the white bra straining against them. Then I turned back to face him, placed one hand on my waist, and looked straight into his eyes with a bold, teasing expression.
I could see his bent cock twitch violently in the air as he watched me. His ugly old face was filled with raw lust.
If I have to do this… then I’ll do it properly. I’ll make him so horny that he’ll give me whatever I want. For my sons… for our future… I’ll tease him shamelessly tonight.
Reddy Sir opened his arms wide, his ugly old face filled with lust, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Come here, Sudha… hug me."
I smiled at him — a soft, shy yet seductive smile — and stepped forward. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. Reddy Sir immediately hugged me back tightly, taking me into his complete embrace. His fat, hairy belly crushed against my soft stomach, his hard bent cock poked hot and heavy against my lower belly through the thin maroon panties, and his rough hands slid down to grab my plump ass cheeks over the maroon panties, squeezing them possessively.
My heavy boobs in the white bra flattened beautifully against his chest as he pulled me even closer, our bodies glued together.
He brought his lips close to mine. The moment he did, a strong wave of disgusting bad breath hit me — stale country liquor, old tobacco, and rotting teeth. It was foul and nauseating. When his lips touched mine, I froze for a second, my mouth not moving.
But then I remembered my promise.
Ignoring the filthy taste and smell of his mouth, I began kissing him back passionately. I parted my soft lips, sucked on his rough lower lip, and slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully. I kissed him deeply, wetly, my tongue dancing with his, letting him taste my sweet, yummy lips while I moaned softly into the kiss.
While hugging and kissing the old man passionately, giving him all the pleasure and letting him devour my lips, I suddenly noticed movement at the slightly open door.
Four to five room boys in khaki shirts and khaki pants were standing there, watching us openly. Their eyes were wide with lust as they stared at me in just my white bra and maroon panties, kissing the old man so shamelessly. All of them had their hands inside their pants, furiously jerking off while watching my heavy boobs pressed against Reddy Sir and my plump ass cheeks being squeezed.
The sight instantly made me hornier. It reminded me strongly of that morning when the ugly neighbour had watched me through the window while I stood in the same white bra and maroon panties. He stares at me almost every day, but today morning was different — he had seen me adjusting my maroon panties, bending down, and he had stroked his cock openly, his eyes glued to my body the entire time. The memory of his hungry stare and how excited and wet I had felt made my pussy throb even harder.
Reddy Sir suddenly noticed the boys at the door. His body tensed. He pulled his lips away from mine and growled angrily,
"These bastards… I’ll chase them off right now."
Before he could move, I quickly pressed my trembling lips to his ear and whispered in a soft, shaky, vulnerable voice,
"No… Sir, please don’t… Don’t send them away."
I blushed deeply, my cheeks burning with shame and arousal as I continued whispering,
"The way they’re watching me… staring at my body… it’s making me so wet. If you really want me to give you ultimate pleasure tonight… if you want me to kiss you with all my heart, to moan for you, to surrender completely… then please let them watch. Their eyes on me… it’s turning me on so much right now."
Reddy Sir froze for a moment, then a slow, delighted, almost triumphant smile spread across his ugly face. He looked extremely pleased that I was willing to go this far to please him.
He cupped my face gently with both hands, his thumbs stroking my flushed cheeks, and whispered back,
"If that’s what makes you this horny and ready to give me everything… then let them watch."
He pulled me back into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands gripping my ass cheeks even harder. I kissed him back passionately, my tongue sliding into his filthy mouth, while the boys continued stroking their cocks faster, moaning as they watched me surrender in my white bra and maroon panties.
The thrill of being watched made my pussy throb and drip even more. I was blushing furiously, heart pounding, but the boys’ lustful eyes on my body were making me shamelessly horny and helping me give Reddy Sir the passion he wanted.
Reddy Sir noticed how my breathing had changed, how my pussy was getting wetter, and how eagerly I was kissing him back now. A wicked smile spread across his ugly face as he realized the boys watching me were making me horny and far more cooperative.
"So… their eyes on your body are making you this wet and eager," he whispered against my lips. "Good girl. Then let’s give them a better show."
He hugged me tightly, one arm around my waist and the other under my thighs. With surprising strength, he lifted me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me slowly toward the slightly open door, my heavy boobs bouncing softly against his chest with every step. My white bra and maroon panties were the only things left on my body, and I could feel the cool air on my skin as he moved me closer to the watching eyes.
He pretended he hadn’t seen the boys at all.
Still carrying me, he turned my body around so that I was now facing the door directly. My back was pressed against his chest, my ass nestled against his hard, bent cock. He stood behind me, holding me firmly, and slowly pulled my maroon panties down my thighs until they rested around my knees.
I was now completely exposed — bent slightly forward, my plump pussy and round ass cheeks on full display for the boys through the door gap.
Reddy Sir gripped my hips, bent me over further, and positioned the thick, curved head of his cock at my wet entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed his bent cock inside my pussy, stretching my tight walls as he sank deeper. He groaned loudly as he buried himself fully inside me, his fat belly pressing against my back.
He began fucking me steadily — long, deep strokes, his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. Every thrust made my heavy boobs sway inside the white bra, and my ass cheeks jiggle.
The boys’ eyes widened. They stroked their cocks faster, moaning openly as they watched the old man fuck me from behind.
The double pleasure hit me hard. The old man’s thick, bent cock stretching and filling my pussy with every thrust… combined with the four to five young boys staring hungrily at my bouncing boobs, my exposed pussy, and my jiggling ass while furiously jerking off — it was overwhelming.
I couldn’t stop the soft moans escaping my lips. My pussy clenched around his cock as waves of shameful pleasure coursed through me.
Oh God… they’re watching me get fucked… their eyes on my body while his cock is inside me… it feels so dirty… so wrong… but it’s making me so wet… so horny…
I was enjoying the double sensation — the old man’s cock pounding my pussy and the boys’ lustful stares burning into my skin.
Reddy Sir kept fucking me with deep, steady strokes from behind, his thick, bent cock stretching my tight pussy with every thrust. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy filled the small room. He held my hips firmly, pulling me back onto his cock harder and faster, making my heavy boobs bounce wildly inside the white bra and my plump ass cheeks jiggle with each powerful slap of his hips against my ass.
I was moaning uncontrollably now, my eyes half-closed, my body trembling as he took me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, gripping him tightly as pleasure built rapidly inside me.
Reddy Sir could feel it — the way my pussy was pulsing and squeezing his cock, the way my thighs were shaking, the way my moans were getting higher and more desperate.
He leaned forward, his fat belly pressing against my back, and spoke softly, smoothly, right beside my ear — his voice low, calm, and dangerously seductive, completely different from the loud, rough voices I was used to from the rowdies.
"That’s it, Sudha… ahhh… I can feel you… your pussy is squeezing me so beautifully… so tight and wet… you’re getting so close, aren’t you?"
His gentle, velvety voice sent unexpected shivers down my spine. The soft tone from behind while he was buried deep inside me made me even hornier.
He continued fucking me with slow, deep strokes while speaking softly,
"Mmm… I’m enjoying you so much right now… feeling every inch of your warm, silky pussy wrapped around my cock… the way your ass cheeks jiggle softly every time I push inside you… the way your heavy boobs are bouncing… You feel incredible… so hot… so perfect…"
His calm, seductive voice combined with the steady rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of me pushed me right to the edge.
I started moaning louder, unable to hold back:
"Ahh… ahhh… Sir… mmm… ahhhn…"
My pussy started clenching violently around him, my legs began to shake, and I could feel the orgasm building fast — ready to crash over me any second.
Reddy Sir groaned softly with pure pleasure, still speaking in that smooth, low tone right against my ear,
"Yes… just like that… moan for me, Sudha… let go… I want to feel you cum all over my cock… mmm… I’m enjoying every moment of being inside you… don’t hold back, my beautiful girl…"
His soft, seductive voice from behind while he was fucking me so deeply made the pleasure even more intense. I was right on the edge, trembling, moaning helplessly:
"Ahhh… ahhhn… I’m… I’m close… ahhh…"
Reddy Sir kept fucking me with deep, rhythmic strokes from behind, his thick, bent cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy with wet, squelching sounds. Every thrust made my heavy boobs bounce violently inside the white bra and my plump ass cheeks ripple against his hips. I was right on the edge, my pussy fluttering and clenching desperately around his cock, my moans turning into broken, high-pitched whimpers.
"Ahh… ahh… mmm…"
The four to five room boys were also close, their hands moving frantically on their cocks as they stared at me getting fucked, their eyes glued to my bouncing boobs and the way my pussy swallowed the old man’s cock.
Reddy Sir suddenly felt my pussy start to tighten and flutter wildly around his cock. He knew I was right on the edge. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back, and spoke in a low, smooth, caring voice right beside my ear:
"Sudha… I can feel it… your pussy is squeezing my cock so tightly now… you’re about to cum, aren’t you? Yes… just like that… don’t hold back, my dear… let it build… let it come…"
He kept thrusting steadily, deep and controlled, while his hands moved to my heavy boobs. He grabbed them firmly over the white bra and squeezed them hard — his fingers digging deep into the soft, full flesh, mashing my boobs together while his thumbs pressed hard against my stiff nipples through the bra cups.
I could feel it building unbearably. My whole body started trembling as I gasped against his shoulder,
"Sir… I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum… ahhh…"
That final deep thrust combined with the rough squeezing of my boobs pushed me right over the edge.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
"Ahhhhhhh… Sir… I’m cumming… ahhhhn… ahhhn… oh god… ahhhhh!"
My pussy spasmed hard around his cock, squeezing and milking him in powerful, rhythmic contractions. A flood of hot, creamy juices gushed out of me, coating his entire cock and dripping down my thighs. My back arched sharply, my mouth fell open in a long, loud, broken moan as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through me.
"Ahhhn… ahhh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming so hard… ahhhhhhn… ahhhhhh… ohhh… ahhhhhhn…!"
My legs shook uncontrollably, my vision blurred, and every muscle in my body tensed and released in ecstasy while I came hard all over his cock.
The boys watching me cum so shamelessly lost control at the same moment. Their eyes widened, their hands stroked faster, and one by one they started cumming too. Thick ropes of white cum shot out of their cocks, splattering onto the floor in front of the door as they moaned and jerked, their eyes never leaving my trembling, orgasming body.
Reddy Sir stayed buried deep inside my still-spasming pussy for a few more seconds, then slowly pulled his cock out of me. A thick string of my creamy juices stretched between my pussy and the head of his cock before breaking.
He gently turned me around to face him, then reached down and lifted my maroon panties back up my thighs, pulling them into place over my still-throbbing, soaked pussy.
Without a word, he took my wrists and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me into his complete embrace, hugging me tightly against his body. My heavy boobs in the white bra crushed softly against his chest, and his arms wrapped securely around my waist and back, holding me close and safe.

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He kissed the top of my head tenderly and whispered in a low, soothing voice,

"Shhh… that’s it, Sudha… I’ve got you… you came so beautifully… so hard for me… just breathe now… relax… I’m right here with you…"
His hands gently stroked my waist and belly in slow, comforting circles, holding me steady as the aftershocks continued to ripple through me.
"You did so well, my dear… such a good girl… look at how beautifully you came… I’m so proud of you… just rest in my arms… let your body calm down… everything is okay… I’ve got you…"
He continued hugging me tenderly, one arm wrapped securely around my waist while the other gently caressed my back and side. His voice remained soft and reassuring.
"Breathe with me… nice and slow… you were amazing… your pussy felt so perfect when you came… so warm and tight… just relax now… I’m not going anywhere… I’ve got you safe in my arms…"
I stayed limp in his warm embrace, still breathing heavily, my body trembling slightly as the intense pleasure slowly faded, feeling strangely safe and cared for in his arms.
Reddy Sir stayed in the tight embrace for a few moments, feeling my body still trembling from the powerful orgasm. Then, without warning, he bent down and smoothly slid one arm under my knees while the other wrapped around my back. With surprising strength for an old man, he lifted me into a cradle carry, holding me securely against his chest.
My body curled naturally into his arms — my heavy boobs in the white bra pressed softly against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, and my legs dangling over his arm. The maroon panties were still slightly askew from being pulled up in a hurry, and I could feel the cool air on my inner thighs.
He turned toward the door and kicked it shut with a firm thud. The loud click of the latch echoed in the room, sealing us inside. The four to five room boys, who had been watching and jerking off through the gap, quickly scattered and disappeared the moment the door closed.
While carrying me in his strong arms toward the small wooden table in the corner, he lowered his head and began kissing my forehead repeatedly — soft, warm, lingering kisses. Each kiss was gentle and full of affection, his lips brushing my skin with surprising tenderness.
"My beautiful Sudha…" he murmured between kisses, his voice low and loving. "You were so perfect… so responsive… I’ve never felt anything like you…"
As he carried me, I felt strangely safe and loved in his arms. Despite everything — his age, his ugliness, the power he held — being cradled like this made me feel protected, almost cherished. My body relaxed against him, my heavy boobs rising and falling with each breath against his chest, my head nestled comfortably on his shoulder.
The moment he reached the table and gently set me down on my feet, something inside me took over. Automatically, without thinking, my arms went around his neck. I hugged him tight, pressing my body fully against his, my heavy boobs crushing softly into his chest, my cheek resting against his neck. I was showing him my love in return — a silent, instinctive surrender.
Reddy Sir immediately responded by taking me into his complete embrace. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and back, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. One hand gently stroked my hair while the other rested possessively on the curve of my lower back, just above my ass cheeks. Our bodies molded together perfectly — my soft stomach against his fat belly, my heavy boobs flattening against his chest, and my thighs brushing against his.
We stood there in the middle of the room, locked in a deep, intimate hug — my nearly naked body in just the white bra and maroon panties pressed tightly against his old, naked form.
Reddy Sir kept me in his complete embrace for a few more moments, his hands gently stroking my back. Then he slowly pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark with hunger as he reached behind me and unhooked my white bra with practiced fingers.
He slid the straps off my shoulders, letting the white bra fall away completely. My heavy, full boobs bounced free, exposed to the cool air of the room. My thick, dark nipples were already hard and swollen from all the earlier stimulation.
He placed both hands on my waist, gripping me firmly, and pulled me closer again. Lowering his head, he took my left boob into his mouth. His rough, wet lips closed tightly around the soft, heavy flesh of my left boob as he sucked hungrily on my thick nipple. He pulled the sensitive bud deep into his mouth, sucking hard with strong, rhythmic pulls, his tongue swirling and flicking rapidly over it. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room as he nursed greedily on my nipple, his cheeks hollowing with each powerful suck.
"Mmm… so perfect… these heavy boobs taste so good…" he groaned against the soft flesh of my boob. "So soft… so full… I love how they fill my mouth…"
I couldn’t help myself. A soft, needy moan escaped my lips.
"Mmm… ahhh…"
I was getting hornier with every suck. My hands moved up instinctively, one brushing through his grey hair, the other holding the back of his head, pulling him closer to my chest. I looked down at his mouth latched onto my boob, watching him enjoy my heavy boob so shamelessly. The sight made my pussy throb even harder.
I bit my lower lip, then licked it slowly, my breathing becoming heavier.
He switched to my right boob, sucking even more greedily. His mouth opened wider, taking in as much of the soft, juicy flesh of my right boob as possible while his tongue lashed relentlessly at my stiff nipple. He alternated between long, deep sucks that pulled my entire nipple and areola into his hot mouth, and quick, teasing flicks of his tongue that made my nipple throb.
"Ahhh… yes… these nipples are so sweet and hard for me… I could suck on them all night…" he murmured between sucks, his voice thick with pleasure. "Your boobs are so beautiful… so heavy and juicy… I’m enjoying them so much…"
I moaned louder, my fingers tightening in his hair as I pulled his head closer.
"Ahhh… mmm… yes…"
I was fully enjoying it now. The way he was devouring my boobs, the wet sounds, his hungry groans, and his obvious pleasure made me incredibly horny. I bit my lower lip again, then licked it sensually, my eyes half-lidded as I watched his mouth work on my boobs. My pussy was soaking wet, my body heating up with every suck and lick.
He moved back and forth between both boobs, sucking one, then the other, licking and gently biting the sensitive peaks until they were glistening with his saliva and swollen even harder.
"Mmm… such delicious boobs… I love how they feel in my mouth… you’re making me so hard, Sudha…"
I stood there trembling with arousal, my hands in his hair, moaning softly and enjoying the way this old man was worshiping my boobs.
Reddy Sir finally released my boobs from his hungry mouth with a wet pop, leaving my thick nipples glistening with his saliva and swollen dark red. His hands slid down my body and grabbed the waistband of my maroon panties. He looked into my eyes with raw desire and asked in a husky voice,
"Sudha… can I eat your pussy? I want to taste you so badly…"
I felt a sudden rush of shyness. My cheeks burned bright red as I looked down, biting my lip.
"Sir… it’s full of my juices…" I whispered shyly, my voice small and embarrassed.
He smiled gently, his eyes darkening with hunger, and shook his head.
"That’s exactly what I want to taste… your sweet juices."
Without waiting for another word, he slowly pulled my maroon panties down. The thin maroon panties peeled away from my smooth, freshly shaved pussy, revealing my plump pussy lips that were already swollen and glistening with my juices. The crotch of the maroon panties was visibly soaked and sticky. He continued sliding the maroon panties down my thick thighs, over my knees, and finally let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of the maroon panties obediently, now standing completely naked in front of him.
My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but my pussy was throbbing with arousal.
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened as he took in my fully naked body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, lifted me effortlessly, and placed me on the edge of the small wooden table. Then he gently pushed me back until I was lying down on the table, my back against the cool surface. He spread my legs wide, placing my feet on the edge of the table so my pussy and asshole were completely exposed to him.
He stood between my spread thighs and admired my most private parts with open hunger.
"So beautiful…" he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Look at this pretty pussy… so smooth, so pink, so wet for me… and this tight little asshole… perfect."
He ran his fingers gently over my swollen pussy lips, spreading them slightly to admire the glistening pink folds and my hard clit. His eyes were filled with pure admiration and desire as he stared at my exposed pussy and asshole.
I lay there naked on the table, blushing furiously, my heart racing with a mixture of shame and excitement.
Reddy Sir stood on the right side of the table, right next to my right side. He looked down at my naked, spread body with hungry eyes. Without saying a word, he slid his right hand between my thighs and slowly pushed two thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy.
He didn’t start slow.
His fingers immediately curled upward, pressing firmly against my sensitive G-spot, and began finger-fucking me with strong, deliberate strokes. He pumped them in and out of my tight, wet pussy with wet, squelching sounds, his thick knuckles stretching my pussy lips every time he pushed inside. He twisted his fingers slightly on every thrust, rubbing my inner walls in circles, then straightened them to plunge deep again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
At the same time, he leaned over and took my left boob into his mouth. His rough, wet lips closed tightly around the soft, heavy flesh of my left boob as he sucked hungrily on my thick nipple. He alternated between long, powerful sucks that pulled my entire nipple and areola deep into his hot mouth, and rapid tongue flicks that made my nipple throb. His left hand held my right boob, squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh of my right boob while his thumb rubbed rough circles over my stiff nipple.
The double sensation was overwhelming.
His fingers fucked my pussy relentlessly — fast, deep, and rhythmic. Every thrust made obscene wet sounds as his fingers plunged into my creamy depths, stretching my tight hole and rubbing my G-spot with perfect pressure. My juices coated his fingers and dripped down onto the table with every stroke.
I couldn’t hold back my moans.
"Ahh… ahhh… mmm… Sir… ahhhn…"
"Mmm… ahhh… yes… ahhhn…"
He groaned against the soft flesh of my boob, still sucking hungrily.
"Mmm… your pussy is so wet and tight around my fingers… so warm… so juicy… I love how it’s sucking my fingers in…"
My moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure intensified.
"Ahhh… ahhhn… ohhh… Sir… ahhhhh…"
My right hand instinctively went to his head, fingers threading through his grey hair, pulling him harder against my boob while my hips started moving slightly to meet his thrusting fingers.
The combination of his thick fingers pounding my pussy and his mouth devouring my boobs at the same time was driving me crazy with pleasure.
Reddy Sir climbed onto the table, his old, heavy body moving over me. He positioned himself in a 69 position, with him on top. His fat belly pressed against my stomach as he lowered his face between my spread thighs. At the same time, his thick, bent cock hung heavy right above my face, the dark, veiny head and cock brushing against my cheeks, nose, and lips.
He wasted no time.
He grabbed my plump ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide apart. His strong fingers dug deep into the soft, juicy flesh of my ass cheeks, pulling them open so my pussy and tight asshole were completely exposed to him. I instinctively reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks too, my hands sinking into the soft, heavy flesh of his old, sagging ass as I pulled him closer.
Then he buried his face into my pussy.
His tongue was masterful — broad, slow licks from my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit, followed by precise, teasing flicks that made my clit throb. He sucked my plump pussy lips into his mouth one by one, gently pulling and releasing them, then pushed his warm, skilled tongue deep inside my pussy, tongue-fucking me with perfect rhythm — long, deep strokes that curled and swirled against my inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot.
"Mmm… such a sweet, responsive pussy," he murmured against my folds, his voice low and confident. "I know exactly how to please you… just relax and let me take care of this beautiful pussy…"
At the exact same moment, he slowly brought his little finger to my tight asshole, circled the puckered entrance teasingly once, and then gently but firmly pushed his little finger deep inside my tight asshole.
The overwhelming sensation of his tongue thrusting deep into my pussy while his little finger slid into my tight asshole made my body react on pure instinct.
My mouth opened automatically. I turned my head slightly and took the thick, swollen head of his bent cock between my soft, warm lips. I wrapped my lips tightly around the head, sucking it gently at first, then harder, creating a wet vacuum as my tongue swirled around the sensitive underside. I moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling down his shaft while I slowly took more of the thick, veiny shaft into my mouth. My head moved back and forth in small, eager motions, sliding my soft lips up and down his curved cock, sucking with wet, slurping sounds. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, licking every throbbing vein as I sucked him deeper, my cheeks hollowing with each pull. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked his cock with hungry, passionate sucks, tasting his salty precum on my tongue.
"Mmmph… ahhh… mmm… ahhhn…"
The double pleasure — his tongue fucking my pussy while I sucked his cock with such eagerness, both of us grabbing and squeezing each other’s ass cheeks — sent me crashing over the edge.
"Ahhhhhhh… Sir… I’m cumming… ahhhhn… ahhhn… oh god… ahhhhh!"
My pussy exploded violently on his tongue. I came hard, my juices gushing in hot, creamy waves onto his mouth and face as my pussy spasmed uncontrollably. My asshole clenched tightly around his invading little finger as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through me. My thighs trembled violently around his head, my back arched sharply off the table, and I moaned loudly around his cock as my orgasm ripped through my entire body.
"Ahhhn… ahhhh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming so hard… ahhhhhhn… ahhhhhh… ohhh… ahhhhhhn…!"
My legs shook uncontrollably, my vision blurred, and every muscle in my body tensed and released in ecstasy while I came hard all over his tongue and finger.
Reddy Sir kept his mouth pressed tightly against my pussy, licking and sucking with expert skill, tasting and swallowing my cum as it flowed out of me, while his little finger stayed buried deep in my spasming asshole.
"Mmm… yes… give me all your sweet juices… so delicious…" he murmured against my spasming pussy, focused entirely on giving me pleasure.
After the intense waves of my orgasm finally began to subside, I lay there on the table, breathing heavily, my body still twitching with aftershocks. Reddy Sir slowly lifted his face from between my thighs, his lips and chin glistening with my juices.
Feeling a sudden rush of naughty boldness, I decided to get dirty.
I reached down with my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his thick, bent cock. It was still rock hard, slick with my saliva and his precum. I stroked him slowly at first, then with more confidence, sliding my soft palm up and down the veiny shaft, squeezing gently around the swollen head of his cock on every upward stroke.
At the same time, I pushed myself up slightly, leaned forward, and pressed my lips against his hairy, wrinkled asshole. I kissed it softly at first, then more boldly, letting my tongue flick out to taste him. I licked around the tight ring in slow, wet circles, then pushed the tip of my tongue inside, rimming him with dirty, eager enthusiasm. My tongue swirled deeper, making wet, obscene sounds as I licked and sucked on his asshole.
Reddy Sir shivered violently the moment my tongue entered his asshole. His whole body jerked, and a deep, surprised groan escaped his throat.
"Ohhh… Sudha…!"
I continued stroking his cock faster while licking and kissing his asshole, my tongue swirling deeper. He trembled again, his legs shaking.
Suddenly, he pulled away, breathing hard.
"Sudha… stop… I’m getting too excited," he said in a husky, strained voice. "If you keep doing that, I might cum right now. I want to fuck you properly… I want to be inside you."
He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the table for a moment, trying to calm himself.
We both looked at each other — me still naked and flushed, him with my juices all over his face — and burst into soft, breathless laughter. The laughter was light and surprisingly intimate, breaking the heavy tension for a moment.
Reddy Sir looked at me with dark, possessive eyes after our shared laughter died down. Without a word, he bent down and slid one arm under my knees while the other wrapped securely around my back. He lifted me effortlessly into a cradle carry, holding my naked body close against his chest.
My heavy boobs pressed softly against him, my head rested on his shoulder, and my legs dangled over his arm. I could feel the heat of his skin and the hardness of his bent cock brushing against my thigh as he carried me across the small room toward the bed.

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He gently placed me on the bed, laying me down on my back. The thin mattress dipped under my weight. He climbed on top of me immediately, his heavy body covering mine. He used his knees to spread my legs wide apart, opening me completely for him. The thick, swollen head of his bent cock pressed against my wet pussy lips, rubbing up and down my slit, coating himself with my juices.

Then he pushed forward.
The head of his cock stretched my pussy open and slowly sank inside me, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. I gasped as I felt every thick, veiny ridge of his curved cock filling me completely.
He lowered himself fully onto me and hugged me tight, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close so my heavy boobs crushed against his chest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him back tightly, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I held on.
He began fucking me.
His hips moved in slow, deep thrusts, driving his bent cock in and out of my tight, wet pussy. Each stroke rubbed against my inner walls perfectly because of the curve, hitting that sensitive spot inside me again and again. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room as he fucked me steadily, holding me in his tight embrace the entire time.
I hugged him back harder, my moans spilling out with every deep thrust.
Reddy Sir continued fucking me with deep, steady thrusts, his thick, bent cock sliding in and out of my tight, wet pussy. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies meeting filled the small room as he held me in his tight embrace.
He leaned down closer, his hot breath against my ear, and whispered in a low, husky voice while still pumping into me,
"Sudha… I’ve decided… I’m going to give the gas agency under your name… not your husband’s. It will be yours. You will run it. You will control everything."
The moment those words sank in, a storm of emotions crashed through me.
Oh God… under my name? Not Rajesh’s? This changes everything… I won’t just be the wife anymore. I’ll be the owner. My sons will have security. My sisters will finally shut their mouths. I’ll be the one they envy. But Rajesh… my poor, loyal Rajesh… he’ll never know the real price I paid for this. I’m betraying him right now, letting this old man fuck me while I moan like a whore… yet I feel so happy, so relieved, so excited… and so horribly guilty at the same time.
A rush of happiness, relief, shame, and raw horniness flooded through my body all at once. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock as fresh waves of arousal mixed with the emotional whirlwind inside me.
I made up my mind right then.
I should make sure I give him ultimate pleasure tonight. I have to make him cum harder than he ever has. I have to moan for him, kiss him, move my body with his, squeeze my pussy around his cock, do everything he wants. Only then will he keep his promise. I have to be the best fuck of his life… for my sons… for our future.
"Thank you, Sir… thank you so much…" I moaned breathlessly, my voice cracking with gratitude and lust.
I pulled his face closer and began kissing his filthy lips passionately. I didn’t care about the bad breath or the stale taste anymore. I kissed him deeply, sucking on his lower lip, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully while my hips moved to meet his thrusts. Tears of overwhelming emotion mixed with my moans as I kissed him harder.
Reddy Sir groaned into the kiss, clearly enjoying himself as he fucked me harder. His thick cock plunged deeper with every stroke, the curved head rubbing perfectly against my sensitive inner walls. He kept kissing me back, his tongue tangling with mine, while his hips slapped against me rhythmically, driving his cock in and out of my soaking pussy.
I was getting more excited and horny with every second. The combination of his promise, his cock filling me so completely, and the dirty kiss made my body burn with pleasure. My heavy boobs bounced against his chest with each thrust, my pussy clenched and fluttered around him, and I kissed him even more eagerly, moaning into his mouth.
"Thank you, Sir… ahhh… thank you…" I whispered between kisses, my voice dripping with lust, gratitude, guilt, and overwhelming happiness as he continued fucking me deep and hard.
The old ceiling fan above the bed suddenly slowed down with a loud rattle and came to a complete stop. A few seconds later, the weak air-conditioner also gave up with a final click, leaving the room completely still and silent. The only light in the room was a single dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, which flickered once, twice, and then settled into a low, yellowish glow, casting soft shadows over our naked bodies.
The air quickly grew hotter and heavier, making our skin slick with sweat.
But Reddy Sir didn’t stop. He continued fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts, his thick, bent cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy with wet, rhythmic sounds. His fat belly slapped against my soft stomach with every stroke, and his hands gripped my waist tightly as he drove into me.
I was lost in the moment. I reached up, held his face with both hands, looked straight into his eyes and whispered breathlessly,
"Today… I am all yours, Sir… Enjoy me as much as you want… Fuck me however you like…"
The moment those words left my mouth, Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He groaned deeply and started fucking me even harder, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. His bent cock rubbed perfectly against my inner walls with every stroke, making my pussy clench around him.
"Ahhh… Sudha… you feel so good… so tight and wet… I’m enjoying you so much… your pussy is gripping my cock so beautifully…" he moaned, his voice thick with lust.
I cooperated with him fully. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. I kissed all over his neck — soft, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucking and licking, tasting the salty sweat on his skin. I whispered naughty words between kisses, tempting him more and more.
"Yes Sir… fuck me harder… I’m all yours tonight… take everything you want…"
My hands roamed over his back, my nails lightly scratching his skin as I kissed and licked his neck, encouraging him to lose control. The dim light, the heat, the sweat, and the raw sound of his cock pounding into my pussy made everything feel even more intense and filthy.
Reddy Sir was breathing heavily, clearly getting more and more horny from my words and actions. He fucked me with deep, possessive strokes, enjoying every second of my complete surrender.
The room had become unbearably hot. The fan and AC were completely dead, so sweat poured off both our bodies. Beads of sweat rolled down Reddy Sir’s wrinkled chest and dripped onto my heavy boobs, mixing with my own sweat. Our skin was slick and slippery as he continued fucking me with deep, powerful strokes.
I was cooperating fully now. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper into me with every thrust. I arched my back, pushing my pussy up to meet his cock, offering myself completely.
This is for the gas agency… for my sons… for our future. I have to give him everything tonight. I have to be his whore if that’s what it takes.
The thought of fully offering my body to him for the gas agency made me even hornier. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick cock as I surrendered completely.
Reddy Sir was clearly enjoying himself. He groaned with every deep thrust, his fat belly slapping wetly against my soft stomach, his hands gripping my waist as he drove his bent cock into me again and again.
"Ahhh… Sudha… you feel so fucking good…" he panted, sweat dripping from his face onto mine.
Then his voice turned filthier as he fucked me harder.
"You’re such a whore tonight… my personal whore… giving your married pussy to an old man just for money…"
The moment he called me a whore, something inside me snapped. Instead of feeling shame, a fresh, shameless wave of horniness flooded through me. My pussy gushed even wetter around his cock, and I moaned louder, my hips moving frantically to meet his thrusts.
"Yes… I’m your whore tonight… ahhh… fuck your whore… use me…" I gasped, my voice dripping with lust.
The dirty words, the intense heat, the sweat, and the deep, relentless pounding of his cock inside me took me right to the edge of cumming again. My pussy started spasming around him, my thighs shaking, my moans becoming desperate as I neared another powerful orgasm.
Reddy Sir fucked me with long, deliberate, powerful strokes, driving his thick, bent cock deeper and deeper into my soaking pussy. Each thrust was slow but forceful, the swollen, curved head dragging along my inner walls, stretching me open and pressing hard against that sensitive spot inside me again and again. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my drenched pussy filled the hot, silent room.
He leaned closer, his sweaty face hovering above mine, and growled in a low, filthy voice,
"You’re such a dirty whore tonight, Sudha… my personal whore… spreading your legs for an old man like me just to get that gas agency…"
His degrading words sent a shameful thrill straight to my pussy. I could feel the orgasm building slowly, relentlessly. My breathing became shallow and ragged. My thighs started trembling around his waist. My pussy began fluttering and clenching around his thick cock, gripping him tighter with every deep thrust. My toes curled, my fingers dug into his shoulders, and a hot, tight coil of pleasure twisted deeper and deeper in my belly.
I was right on the edge, teetering, desperate to cum, but not quite there yet. Every slow, powerful stroke brought me closer, making the pressure almost unbearable.
Then he lowered his head and captured one of my heavy, sweat-slick boobs in his mouth. He sucked hard on my thick, dark nipple, pulling it deep between his lips while his tongue flicked and swirled rapidly over the sensitive bud. At the exact same moment, he dug his cock even deeper inside my pussy, thrusting with raw, possessive force, burying every inch of his bent shaft to the hilt and grinding his pelvis hard against my swollen clit.
The sudden intense double sensation pushed me past the point of no return.
"Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmmm" I began to moan, my voice shaking with desperate need.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” I moaned and came all over his cock.
My pussy exploded violently around his cock, spasming and milking him in powerful, rhythmic contractions. Hot, creamy juices gushed out of me in thick waves, soaking his shaft and balls as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. My back arched sharply off the bed, my thighs shook uncontrollably around him, and my loud, broken moans echoed in the room while wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed through me.
As the intense waves of my orgasm slowly began to fade, I lay beneath him, panting heavily, my body limp and trembling. Reddy Sir stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching with the last spurts of his release. The room was silent except for our heavy breathing and the sound of sweat dripping onto the sheets.
I felt a strange mix of emotions wash over me — overwhelming satisfaction, deep shame, and a strange sense of power. My pussy continued to flutter weakly around his softening cock, milking the last drops of his cum. I could feel his warm seed leaking out of me, mixing with my own juices and trickling down between my ass cheeks.
He lifted his head and looked at me with heavy-lidded, satisfied eyes. His hands gently stroked my sweat-soaked sides as he stayed on top of me, still connected.
I wrapped my arms around his neck again, pulling him closer in a tender, post-orgasm embrace. My fingers gently caressed the back of his head while my legs remained loosely wrapped around his waist.
"Sir… that was… so intense…" I whispered softly, my voice hoarse.
He smiled against my neck and kissed it lazily, his cock still nestled inside my warm, cum-filled pussy. For a few long moments, we just lay there like that — sweaty, spent, and intimately connected — the weight of what I had just done for the gas agency settling heavily in my chest even as my body glowed with afterglow.


Reddy Sir lay completely exhausted on top of me, his heavy, sweaty body pressing me into the mattress. His breathing was ragged and deep, his chest rising and falling heavily against my boobs. His thick, spent cock was still buried inside my cum-filled pussy, softening slowly but still twitching occasionally as the last drops of his seed leaked out of me.
He lifted his head slightly with great effort, his eyes half-closed, voice hoarse and tired as he spoke in a low, exhausted tone.
"Sudha… listen… on Monday… come to my office… bring your Aadhaar card… PAN card… your photos… and your husband’s documents too… I’ll get the gas agency transferred under your name… everything will be in your name…"
His words sent a fresh wave of excitement rushing through me. My own gas agency… under my name… I did it. My heart raced with joy and anticipation. I was going to be rich. My sons would have a future. My sisters would finally look up to me instead of pitying me.
Overwhelmed with gratitude and lingering horniness, I cupped his wrinkled face with both hands and kissed his lips nicely — slow, soft, and deep. I sucked gently on his lower lip, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him tenderly as a way of saying thank you. My kiss was full of warmth and submission.
Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and took him into my complete embrace, pulling his heavy body even closer against mine. My heavy boobs cushioned his chest, my legs stayed loosely wrapped around his waist, and my pussy gently squeezed his softening cock inside me.
Reddy Sir let out a deep, satisfied sigh. His body relaxed completely on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. Within moments, he fell asleep — his full weight pressing down on me, his soft cock still nestled inside my warm, cum-soaked pussy, his steady breathing tickling my neck.
I lay there beneath him, holding the powerful old man in my arms, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me while my mind buzzed with excitement about my new gas agency.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 7: Morning in My Asshole

The next morning, sunlight filtered weakly through the dirty curtains of the cheap lodge. I woke up first, still naked and sticky from last night’s long fucking. Reddy Sir was snoring heavily beside me, his old, fat body sprawled across the bed.
I quietly slipped out of bed and went to the small, dirty bathroom. I quickly washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and cleaned between my legs, feeling the dried cum on my thighs. When I came out, I was wearing only my white bra and maroon panties.
The moment Reddy Sir saw me, his eyes snapped open. His gaze turned dark and hungry again. Even though he had fucked me multiple times last night, the sight of me standing there in just my white bra and maroon panties made his bent cock twitch and start hardening instantly.
"Come here, Sudha…" he growled, his voice thick with fresh lust.
He pulled me onto the bed, his hands rough with urgency. He quickly unhooked my white bra and tossed it aside, freeing my heavy boobs. Then he yanked my maroon panties down my legs and threw them away, leaving me completely naked. He made me get on all fours on the bed.
Without wasting any time, he knelt behind me, spread my plump ass cheeks wide apart with both hands, exposing my tight asshole. He spat on his palm, rubbed the saliva over the swollen head of his cock, and pressed it firmly against my puckered asshole.
He pushed forward slowly. The thick, bulbous head of his bent cock stretched my tight asshole open, forcing the ring of muscle to yield. I gasped sharply as the intense burning stretch spread through my ass. Inch by inch, his thick, veiny cock sank deeper into my asshole, the curve of his shaft pressing against different parts of my inner walls, creating a strange, full, almost painful pressure that slowly turned into deep, dirty pleasure.
When he was finally buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my pussy, he groaned in satisfaction.
Then he started fucking my asshole with hard, deep strokes. Every thrust sent a powerful, filthy sensation through me — the thick head dragging along my sensitive anal walls, the curve of his cock rubbing against places I had never felt before. My asshole clenched tightly around his shaft with every withdrawal, only to be stretched wide open again on the next thrust. The burning stretch mixed with a deep, throbbing fullness that made my pussy drip even though nothing was inside it.
He fucked me faster, his fat belly slapping loudly against my ass cheeks, his hands gripping my hips hard. The dirty, wet sounds of his cock pounding into my tight asshole filled the room.
"Ahhh… your ass is so tight… so fucking good…" he groaned.
The intense anal sensations built rapidly. My asshole fluttered and clenched around his cock, the deep pressure making my legs shake. Within minutes, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, his cock pulsing strongly inside my asshole. He came hard, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into my bowels. I could feel every powerful spurt filling me up, the warmth spreading inside my asshole as he emptied himself completely.
He stayed buried inside me for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before slowly pulling out with a wet pop. His cock glistened with cum and slipped out of my stretched asshole, leaving it gaping slightly and leaking his warm seed down my thighs.
He immediately got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself.
I stayed on all fours for a moment, feeling his cum slowly dripping out of my freshly fucked asshole, the ring still twitching and burning from the rough pounding.
Then I quickly got up and started dressing.
I slipped into my maroon panties, the thin cotton fabric hugging my pussy lips and stretching tightly over my soft, cum-leaking ass cheeks. I put on my white bra, the cups holding my heavy boobs firmly. Next, I stepped into my yellow petticoat and tied the strings securely around my waist. I wore my yellow blouse, hooking it at the front over my white bra. Finally, I dbangd my yellow saree around me, tucking the pleats neatly into the yellow petticoat well above my navel, and adjusted the pallu over my shoulder so I looked decent again.
I took the keys of the white Activa, quietly left the lodge, started the bike, and rode back home — my asshole still throbbing, stretched, and leaking Reddy Sir’s warm cum with every bump on the road.


Chapter 8: The Neighbour's Risk
I rode the white Activa back through the narrow slum lanes, my asshole still throbbing and leaking Reddy Sir’s warm cum with every bump on the road. The sensation of his seed slowly dripping out of my freshly fucked ass kept me in a constant state of low-level horniness.
When I reached our lane, I parked the Activa right in front of the neighbour’s house. I switched off the engine and stood up. Before knocking, I quickly adjusted my yellow saree, tucking the pleats deeper into my yellow petticoat and smoothing the pallu over my heavy boobs. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the Activa’s side mirror. My face was glowing — cheeks flushed pink, eyes shining with a strange mix of satisfaction and excitement. Even after the long night and rough morning, I looked radiant, almost beautiful in a freshly fucked way. The sight made me feel even hornier.
I took the keys and walked to the neighbour’s door. My heart was beating fast as I knocked softly.
The old neighbour opened the door almost immediately. The moment I saw his ugly, wrinkled face, dark skin, and missing teeth, a fresh wave of forbidden horniness rushed through me. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes, his expression clearly showing he could not believe his luck.
He welcomed me inside with wide eyes. "Come inside, come inside."
I hesitated, still feeling the cum leaking from my asshole. "Uncle… I have to go home. My husband and sons must be waiting for me."
But he insisted, his voice low and trembling with excitement. "Just for two minutes. I have brought something special for you."
I tried to refuse again, but he reached out, took my hand firmly in his rough, calloused palm, and gently pulled me inside his small house. The simple touch of his hand sent a shameful thrill straight between my legs. My pussy clenched as he closed the door behind us.
He went to a small cupboard and took out a red thread with a single Rudraksha bead attached to it. He held it up proudly, still looking stunned.
"I went to the temple early morning and prayed for you, Sudha. This is a lucky thread. If you wear it, whatever you touch in the future will become successful. It will bring you wealth and good fortune."
He stepped very close to me. His ugly face was inches from mine as he slowly tied the red thread around my neck, making three tight knots — exactly the way a husband ties a mangalsutra. His wrinkled fingers brushed against my neck and collarbone, making my skin tingle.
Looking at his old, ugly face so close, smelling his stale breath, and feeling the weight of the Rudraksha bead resting between my boobs, I became even hornier. My glowing face felt hotter.
"Thank you, Uncle…" I whispered softly.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. My heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest through my yellow blouse and white bra. He immediately hugged me back tightly, his strong arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. His hands trembled slightly with disbelief as he held me.
As we hugged, he tilted his head and tried to kiss my lips. I hesitated for a second, knowing it was wrong, but the horniness won. His filthy bad breath hit me, yet instead of pulling away, it made me wetter. I leaned in and began kissing his lips nicely — soft at first, then deeper. I sucked gently on his lower lip, then slid my tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately.
He kissed me back with equal hunger, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands sliding down to squeeze my ass cheeks over my yellow saree and petticoat.
We stood there in his small house, kissing deeply like lovers, my glowing face flushed with fresh desire while Reddy Sir’s cum continued to leak slowly from my asshole into my maroon panties.
The old neighbour’s hands grew bolder with every second. He was breathing heavily, his ugly face flushed with raw lust. He clearly did not want to miss this golden chance to fuck me. His rough palms slid down from my waist and grabbed my soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree, squeezing them hard.
Just then, I heard my sons’ voices playing loudly outside in the narrow lane.
“Son, careful! Don’t fight!” my husband Rajesh’s familiar voice called out from nearby, warning the boys.
My heart jumped into my throat. Panic flooded me. I immediately tried to break free from the old man’s embrace, pushing against his chest.
"Uncle… I have to go now… I really can’t stay here… my husband and sons are right outside…" I whispered urgently, my voice trembling.
But the old man was in no mood to listen. His eyes were wild with lust. He was too horny, too desperate.
"Shhh… I’ll make it very fast, Sudha… just two minutes… I promise… I can’t stop now…" he whispered hoarsely.
"No Uncle… please… not now… they are right outside…" I begged softly, even as my pussy throbbed with shameful need.
He ignored my pleas completely. With surprising strength, he spun me around and bent me over the wooden cot in his small room. He lifted my yellow saree along with my yellow petticoat high above my waist in one swift motion, bunching both the yellow saree and yellow petticoat around my hips and fully exposing my maroon panties.
Before I could protest again, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my maroon panties and yanked them down roughly till they bunched around my knees, leaving my bare ass and pussy completely exposed.
He quickly removed his lungi, letting it fall to the floor. His old, dark cock sprang out, already hard and throbbing. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and pushed the thick head of his cock against my still-slick pussy lips.
He thrust forward and buried his entire cock inside my pussy in one deep stroke.
"Ahhh… today is my lucky day, Sudha… I cannot believe I am inside your pussy…" he groaned softly as he started fucking me with fast, desperate strokes. "How lucky I am… to enjoy such a nice, tight, wet pussy… your pussy feels so good… so warm… so juicy… I am the luckiest man today…"
I shamelessly enjoyed the way he was fucking me. Even with my husband and sons just outside, the danger made everything ten times more intense. His cock felt different from Reddy Sir’s — straighter, thicker at the base — and it stretched my pussy perfectly. I bit my lower lip hard and clamped both my hands tightly over my mouth to stop myself from moaning out loud.
He kept pounding into me, his hips slapping against my bare ass cheeks.
"Your pussy is so nice… gripping my cock so well… I am so lucky… so very lucky…" he panted, his voice low and trembling with excitement.
Every thrust took me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his thrusting cock, my thighs trembled violently, and the pressure built rapidly inside me. I was getting dangerously close to cumming while my husband and sons were playing just outside the door.
I kept both hands pressed firmly over my mouth, trying desperately to silence my moans while my pussy clenched tighter and tighter around his cock, shamelessly enjoying every risky second as he took me right to the edge.
The old man kept fucking me with fast, desperate strokes, his old cock plunging in and out of my dripping pussy. His hips slapped loudly against my bare ass cheeks as he drove deeper and deeper.
He was breathing heavily, his grip on my hips tightening. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling even thicker inside me. He suddenly leaned forward, thrusting harder, and reached around with both hands to grab my heavy boobs over my yellow blouse. He squeezed the soft flesh of my boobs roughly, his fingers digging in through the thin yellow blouse, pinching my hard nipples.
The intense pressure of his cock buried so deep, combined with the rough squeezing of my boobs, pushed me right to the edge. My thighs began trembling uncontrollably. My pussy started fluttering and clenching tightly around his thrusting cock. My breathing became short and ragged. A hot, tight coil of pleasure twisted deeper and deeper in my belly, growing stronger with every stroke.
I was so close… right on the verge… desperately trying not to moan out loud while my husband and sons were playing just outside the door.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy exploded violently around his cock, spasming and milking him hard in strong, rhythmic contractions. Hot, creamy juices gushed out of me in thick waves, soaking his shaft and dripping down my thighs. My whole body shook uncontrollably. My knees buckled, my back arched sharply, and my eyes rolled back as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through me while I came all over his cock.
He stayed buried deep inside me, groaning with satisfaction as he emptied every drop of his cum into my married pussy, while my pussy continued to flutter and milk him through my powerful orgasm.
Outside, my sons were still playing and laughing, completely unaware that their mother was bent over in the neighbour’s house, cumming hard all over the old man’s cock.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 9: Washing Away the Guilt
That’s when I heard my husband Rajesh’s voice clearly from outside.
“Boys, come inside now!”
My heart skipped a beat. This was my chance. I quickly pushed the old man away, pulled my maroon panties up my legs, and adjusted my yellow saree and petticoat as best as I could in a hurry.
“I have to go… right now,” I whispered urgently and slipped out of his house before he could stop me.
The moment I entered my own small house, Rajesh and the three boys walked in right behind me. I smiled at them as normally as possible, picked up my thin cotton nighty and a towel from the corner, and went straight into the tiny attached bathroom.
I locked the door and stood there for a moment, breathing heavily.
Last night Reddy Sir fucked my pussy for hours… this morning he fucked my asshole hard… and exactly one hour later, when I returned the old neighbour’s Activa, that old man also fucked my pussy while my husband and sons were playing right outside. Two different old men used me in less than 24 hours. I feel like such a dirty whore.
Tears stung my eyes, but I started undressing. I unwrapped my yellow saree and let it fall to the floor. I untied my yellow petticoat and let it drop around my ankles. I unhooked my yellow blouse, removed it, then took off my white bra, freeing my heavy boobs. Finally, I slid my maroon panties down my legs, stepping out completely naked.
I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My boobs still carried faint red marks from being squeezed, my pussy lips looked swollen and used, and my asshole felt sore and tender from Reddy Sir’s morning fuck. I hated myself deeply.
I turned on the tap and began cleaning myself thoroughly. I soaped my heavy boobs slowly, rubbing circles over my sensitive nipples, washing away the sweat and the touch of two different old men. I moved lower, soaping between my thighs, sliding my soapy fingers along my pussy lips and pushing them inside to clean out the old neighbour’s fresh cum. Then I bent forward slightly and scrubbed my asshole carefully, feeling the last traces of Reddy Sir’s cum from the morning leak out as the water rinsed everything away.
Every touch reminded me of what I had done — letting Reddy Sir use my pussy all night and then my asshole this morning, and then shamelessly enjoying the old neighbour’s cock while my family was outside. I felt like a complete whore, yet my body still tingled with leftover sensitivity.
After rinsing myself completely with mug after mug of water, I dried my body with the thin towel, gently patting my boobs, my stomach, my pussy, and my sore ass.
I slipped into my thin cotton nighty. The soft fabric clung to my still-damp curves, the faint outline of my boobs and nipples visible through it. No bra, no panties underneath.
I stepped out of the bathroom with a calm, loving smile.
Rajesh looked at me with affection. I walked straight to him and hugged him tightly, pressing my soft boobs against his chest.
This is my family… this is everything to me, I told myself silently as I held him close, trying to push away the guilt of having been fucked by two different old men in less than 24 hours.
Then I turned to my three sons, pulled them into a big group hug, kissing their heads and playing with them like the devoted wife and mother I was supposed to be.
But deep inside, the memories refused to fade.

[novelistcasanova]

Chapter 10: The Gas Agency
A few weeks later, the gas agency opened under my name — Sudha Gas Agency.
The entire area was decorated beautifully for the inauguration ceremony. Bright marigold garlands hung across the entrance, colourful balloons floated in the air, and a large banner with my name in bold letters stretched above the counter. Red carpets were laid out, and a small stage had been set up with chairs for important guests. Reddy Sir had arranged everything perfectly — even the local MLA was present.
I stood there in a new maroon silk saree, my hair neatly tied, wearing the red thread with the Rudraksha bead that the old neighbour had tied around my neck. My heart was pounding with a mix of pride and nervousness.
Reddy Sir arrived in his white car, looking powerful as always. He walked up to the stage, publicly handed me the keys and the ownership papers in front of everyone, and announced loudly,
"This agency now belongs to Sudha. She will run it. She has my full support."
Then he took out a thick envelope and gave it to me with a warm smile.
"Here is two lakhs as my gift. Use it to start the business successfully. All the best, Sudha. I wish you all the luck in the world."
The crowd clapped loudly. My husband Rajesh stood proudly beside me, completely unaware of the real price I had paid for this moment. My three sons were jumping with excitement, looking at the big new shop with wonder.
As I held the keys and the envelope in my hands, a strong wave of pride washed over me. I had done it. I had turned our lives around. No more living in a small slum, struggling for every rupee. No more listening to my sisters calling me a failure. From today, I was a businesswoman — the owner of my own gas agency.
I looked at Reddy Sir for a brief second. Our eyes met. In that one glance, I remembered everything — the cheap lodge, the long night, the morning in my asshole, the risks I had taken. But I quickly smiled and looked away.
Yes, I paid a heavy price… but look at me now. I made it.
I felt truly proud of myself for the first time in my life.
The ceremony ended with sweets being distributed and photos being clicked. As people congratulated me, I stood tall, holding my husband’s hand on one side and my sons’ hands on the other.
I stood outside my new gas agency at sunset, the signboard glowing with my name. My husband and sons were happily helping arrange the cylinders. I looked at them with love, then glanced once more at the envelope Reddy Sir had given me.
A soft smile touched my lips.
Whatever it took… it was worth it.


Chapter 11: From Slum to Bungalow
Two years later, life had completely transformed.
I was no longer the poor slum wife everyone pitied. I had become one of the most successful women in that part of Bangalore.
The gas agency that started under my name had grown rapidly. With Reddy Sir’s support and my own hard work, I expanded it into three more branches. The money flowed in steadily, and I reinvested wisely. Within two years, I had become genuinely wealthy.
We moved out of the small slum house forever.
We now lived in a beautiful, spacious bungalow in Koramangala — a posh locality filled with rich families, businessmen, and politicians. The house had a big garden, a driveway for two cars, marble flooring, and air-conditioned rooms. My three sons had their own spacious bedrooms, and I finally had a proper kitchen and a luxurious bedroom where I no longer had to worry about being quiet at night.
Rajesh had completely quit rowdyism. With Reddy Sir’s guidance, he entered politics. He started as a local worker under Reddy Sir and the MLA, handling constituency matters. He was now respected, wore clean clothes, and carried himself with dignity. The violent, alcohol-filled days were gone.
My sons were studying in one of the best private colleges in Bangalore, surrounded by the children of rich businessmen, doctors, and politicians. They spoke fluent English, wore proper uniforms, and carried confidence I could never have imagined.
But the sweetest victory came from my family.
I had become richer than all my three sisters combined — and richer than almost everyone in the entire street where my parents had disowned me years ago. The same relatives who once looked down on me for marrying a rowdy now spoke about me with envy and respect.
One evening, my father and mother came to visit our new bungalow. For the first time in many years, I saw tears of pride in their eyes.
"We were wrong, Sudha," my father said emotionally, looking around at our beautiful home. "You have made us so proud. We never thought our daughter would reach this height."
My mother hugged me tightly, crying softly. "You have succeeded where we all failed. You are the richest and most respected among all our relatives now."
I smiled warmly, but inside I carried the heavy secret of how I had actually achieved all this.
On the surface, everything looked perfect. We were rich. We were respected. My family was happy and secure.
I had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
Yet every night, when I lay in my luxurious king-size bed next to my loyal husband, memories of those nights in the cheap lodge with Reddy Sir, and that risky morning with the old neighbour, still flashed in my mind.
I had paid a very private price for this golden life.
But looking at my sons’ bright futures and my parents’ proud faces, I told myself again and again:
It was all worth it.

The End

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