Fucked The Aphrodisiac UP Housewife
Hi readers. I’m Sarfaraz Khan a 23 year old male from South India, single. I love making love to hot girls and aunties. I believe in not forcing yourself on a woman. Sex should always be consensual and I create a situation where the female herself gives in to me. This housewife sex story is about my neighbor. Let’s call her ‘Janaki’. She was from the state of UP, came and settled in my locality as her husband was working in some small firm. They were not much educated but not very poor like the typical migrant people. They had rented the house and were staying there for the last 2 years. As you know her husband was as usual busy in his work. He would be away for weeks. Over time, my neighbour became close to almost everyone in the locality including my family. To tell a bit about the sexy housewife Janaki, she was around 30 years at that time, married for about 10 years, no kids (I don’t know the reason). She was not too fair but of the modest brown north Indian colour. Janaki was always dressed in saree in a traditional style. Her boobs were extra large for her body. I mean, they were disproportionately large for her body-size and figure. They must be around 36 in size. They were like milf boobs on a young girl’s body. Her face was slutty. The way she talked looked like, she had a seducing voice by birth. Everyone would look at her lustily while she talked. I also noticed she used to expose much of her cleavage and skin near her kamar and navel and didn’t care if anyone noticed. As she was the closest to our family as nobody around me knew Hindi well, she was a frequent visitor to my house. I used to address her as ‘aunty’ as I was about 20 years at that time. It seemed she didn’t like me calling her that. So the incident took place one day when she came to my house in the morning. That day nobody was in my house as my family had left for a function and would return only the next morning. I stayed back because of my studies. I welcomed her and told nobody is there. Her face beamed with happiness. I could see her eyes twinkling but she tried to hide it. I told her, “Aunty, kya legi aap? Chai, coffee?” She: Are mujhe aunty mat bulao. Kitni bar bola h. Tum mujhse sirf 2-3 sal k chote ho na. I joined her in laughing. I asked what should I call her. She told me to call her ‘Janaki’. “Ye acha nahi lagega bulane me. I’ll call you Jaanu”, I said. I started flirting as I knew this was my chance. The hot housewife then told me that she doesn’t have any problem if my parents didn’t get to know. We laughed once again. I was constantly staring at her cleavage area while talking. She was wearing a green saree and matching blouse that day which was as usual, backless. She caught me once staring at her assets but made no attempt to cover her treasure. After some time, she said she wanted to use the bathroom. I showed her the bathroom and was waiting outside. After 15 minutes, my married neighbour came out. I clearly noticed that she had pushed her blouse lower now. Now almost half of her balls were visible. While she walked in front of me, I noticed that she had also tied her petticoat nada way below. I could almost see her pubic hair from her transparent saree! Omg, I thought. This is my day. Again we began chit-chatting. This time, I could barely concentrate on the talk. My sexy neighbour aunty seemed to be smiling evil and didn’t cover her parts at all. I somehow began picking up a conversation. I was getting bolder now. I asked about her husband and why she had no children. She made a sad face and told me it was her husband’s problem as he couldn’t produce a kid. I consoled her and suddenly, she came and hugged me. I felt her boobs crushing on my chest. Her body smelled fresh like she had just taken a bath. I didn’t know how to react. She too didn’t make a move. I slowly kept my hand on my neighbour’s wife’s wide gaand and gently pressed there. “Aaahh” a moan escaped her mouth. I knew this was all I needed. I held her by the shoulder and watched her breathing heavily with her eyes down and anticipating my next move. I slowly lifted her face to kiss her juicy lips. Omg, they felt so good like a piece of orange. I began wrestling my tongue with hers as our salivas got exchanged. Her mouth felt so tasty. We again kissed and this time, I was rubbing my hands over her open cleavage area and ass. Her hotness was radiating from her body. I had never seen a woman so hot ever. I slowly took the hot neighbor aunty to my bedroom while we continued kissing. She now went to place her palm on my cock over the pants. I got an electric shock. Janaki started playing with my cock over the pants as I continued to maul the married woman’s big boobs. Then I removed her blouse which had only one knot behind. Her bra was sexy and skimpy. I simply undid that too. Oh, fuck!! What a pair of boobs my sexy neighbour had! They were so perfect. Her huge mounds were looking like the domes of the Taj Mahal. She had brown chocolate colour nipples. I couldn’t resist anymore and started sucking my neighbour bhabhi’s boobs like a treasure. My saliva was all over her boobs as well as my red teeth marks. Janaki started moaning. “Ahh… Chooso aur zor se sarfaraz.. Ahh”.. I started simultaneously kneading the other boob like dough. Janaki was out of control now. She began to open my pants and pulled out my 6.5 inches circumcised dick and began playing. I helped her by removing my pants and undies. Then, the lusty Indian housewife began to give me a nice handjob with her soft white hands with bangles clanking. I loved the erotic scene and amazing sensation. Suddenly, she got down without a warning and took my entire cock inside her mouth. Oh….Fuck!! I was in heaven and thought I am going to cum soon. I soon realize that this married woman from my neighbourhood was an expert in blowing.