My name is Namrata a 27 year old married woman from a upper middle class hindu family living in Lucknow UP.

This incident took place 8 months ago when my husband was in Delhi he works there in a multinational company, it was his new job. Now we have shifted there.

I used to get bored in the home with my father and mother in law, so sometimes I visited my friend’s house. It was one such day. I spent half of the day with my friend at her house. I lost track of time and it was 9:15 PM. In haste I left for my home. I had to walk at least 200 meters to get to the main street from where I could get some public transport.

I saw a women in her 2-wheeler scooty and I asked her for a lift she was kind enough.
I traveled half the distance with her and then had to get down as she had to turn and go somewhere else. My home was still far enough that I needed a public transport, I was hopeful. It was 10PM. I was on the street and it began to rain. It was the month of July which is rainy season here.

Unlike other metro cities this city begins to shut down after 9. It becomes difficult to find any public transport after 9:30 and the streets tend to get lonely. On top of that it was raining heavily tonight.

Soon i was completely wet in the rain. I was in a pink saree with a deep back and wide neck blouse.

I am 5.6 feet tall and My skin color is fair with naturally toned body. Suddenly out of nowhere I saw a beam of light approaching. It looked like an Auto-rickshaw I waved my hand and yes it stopped.

The rickshaw driver was an adult man in mid 30’s with unshaven face and a muslim skull cap on his head, no doubt he was a Muslim.

He asked me where do I want to go ? I answered him and he looked at my face and my wet body, then said – “I was going home but never mind I can drop you to your home.”
He was a bit creepy but I was shot of options so I sat inside the rickshaw.

He was driving slowly. I saw him adjusting the rickshaw mirror so that he could see me. He was constantly looking in the mirror every now and then and was doing it openly with no fear.

Suddenly he took a right turn into a narrow street. I asked, where are you going ?
He replied “Madam this is a shortcut don’t worry I am taking you to your home”.
I was starting to feel more anxious now. It was a lonely road with no street lights. It looked like a poor area.

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My name is Ashwin, married and 34 years of age. I am born and brought up in Mumbai . I have always been fascinated at the sight of sexy, beautiful women with big boobs, sexy eyes and ravishing lips. I love to feel them and kiss them and make love for hours and hours. This is a true story about a beautiful maid I always wanted in my house. I am married and sometimes I do cross my boundaries. I am and was always fascinated of having sex right from when I was in school. My class teacher’s boobs, which were huge, particularly fascinated me and sometimes we all boys used to get glimpse of her boobs in blouse when occasionally her pallu used to slip. (In fact it was more frequent). This is sexual encounter, which I had with my maid when my wife had gone to spend few days at her sister’s place in Baroda.

My Maid was very sexy and gorgeous. She was little bit on the plumper side. She was bestowed with beautiful assets, which could make any man go crazy. Most of the time she used to wear skirts and I always used to stare at her thinking how can I feel her lips, suck her boobs and make love to her. I was also afraid that if I make any advances towards her she might tell my wife and my married life will go haywire so thinking about this thing to have sex with my maid had remained as a part of my fantasy until one day when my sister in law fell ill and my wife had to go to her place for few days to help her.

At the back of my mind I was very happy that at last I had all the chance in this world to fulfill my fantasy. Next day my maidservant came as usual at her time finished her work and went away and I like a fool was thinking about the missed opportunity cursing myself all the time. I thought that somehow I have to take the opportunity of talking to her and was preparing myself mentally all the time for next morning. At last the time came and somehow I took a bold decision of talking to her …under some pretext or other I went to her .I asked her about her family etc etc. That day She was wearing Ghagra and choli. She was looking very sexy and I was continuously staring at her boobs, waistline and when she was bending I was looking at her ass and fantasizing about making love to her. Somehow I don’t know how but I told her she was looking beautiful in her dress today. Her response was very casual…I could not see any reaction on her face. She has excellent facial features and her body is very tight and voluptuous. It gave me a kick and I was thrilled to see no reaction from her. I could feel my erection getting harder.

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This happened when I shifted to the small town of Bedangudi on a vacation for a few months away from the pollution of the city. I rented a house, away from the main town. It was two hours from the market and the nearest house was 8 miles away. Fortunately the house had no electricity or water problems. Thanks to the nearby dam project.

The property dealer, Mr. Reddy assured me that he would arrange for a servant for cleaning and cooking. I had a room vacant on the terrace(a barsaati), which the servant could use. However there was only one bathroom. So I would have to share it with the servant. I hated the idea but I dreaded the thought of cooking and cleaning all by myself, so I agreed. I was lying on the couch enjoying the pleasant view from the window of the lush mountain peaks and the fresh breeze when there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and saw an old man in his late fifties, thin and bony with a hunch. He introduced himself as Ramnayak. “Saabji , Reddy Saab has sent me, you needed a servant for a few months”. I looked at him and decided mentally that no way am I going to hire this crock. I told him rudely, thinking that it would discourage him ,”I cannot pay more than 500 Rupees”. His eyes shined. I realized that I had quoted way more than he had expected.Cursing myself , I started thinking of some excuse to get rid of him” But will you be able to do all the work ?”, I asked.

“Don’t worry Saabji, me and my wife will do everything. We just need a place to stay and two meals a day. You are kind enough to offer some money too.” “WIFE! Now there will be two hags to handle instead of one. Great!”. But to my utter surprise, as I opened the door a bit more I saw a strikingly good looking woman standing in the corner, looking innocently at me. She was wearing a pink cotton saree and a black blouse. Though I could not see any naked flesh but my experience told me that the saree was housing a great body. Of course she was a bit old but my guess was not a day over 35 years.

My decision was made instantaneously. ” Okay, okay, you can start from today” I said condescendingly. “Thank you, thank you so much Saabji, you will not be disappointed with our work.” said the wife.” We shall keep you happy and take care of all your needs”. I smiled and said to myself “You better.” I had decided then itself that I shall definitely fuck her.

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