Maid In India - Part 1
Hi folks, This story is about me (sam) my wife kavya and our maid arti.I have been married for past 10 years and have a healthy relationship with my wife but we have an exceptional twist in our married live.After marriage for few months, we had a normal sex life but my wife was never comfortable with it.She actually realized after marriage that sex never enticed her as she was a virgin when I married her and of course I was the one who took her virginity. Later on, she started feeling more and more disgusted after having sex with me and apologized to me for not being able to connect emotionally in bed.She, however, felt more excited whenever we saw porn together (maybe she was a lady who liked to watch).As a result, frequency of sex in my life reduced to once in six months when she didn’t reciprocate.I was sad, lonely and unsatisfied but wasn’t willing to give up on my relationship.This story is written by [email protected] This turned up better when my wife who is a banker hired a full-time maid arti to take care of or home and cook for me as I come home early from office and my wife often, is a late comer. Arti was a young barley 18 years old Nepali girl. She was pretty fair and busty.She is not tall 5’2″ and her size is enormous 38-30-36.She was sweet in nature and took good care of me.As a result, I was attached to her but it was like a father-daughter relationship as I am 41 years old and she was very young.Months passed by and I started feeling horny for arti as I always had her at my disposal and she took very good care of me and my home like a wife and my wife as completely cold in bed. Once I reached back home, I saw my wife in her red dress working in the kitchen. I was emotionally very confused as my body wanted me to indulge in sex or have extramarital affair but my heart always said no as it wasn’t morally right.I was delighted to see my wife at home today I just went to the kitchen and hugged her softly from her back and rested myself there and closed eyes like a baby returning to her mother.As I hugged her she felt little different and smelt different. “Ohhh Mr. Sam, what are you doing???” I was shocked it was arti wearing my wife’s dress but they almost have the same structure so I failed to recognize as I was mentally so occupied.I was shocked but I didn’t step back.I wanted someone desperately.And her warmth, the smell of her body gave me a sense of reliability which I never felt with my wife.I finally pulled myself together and stepped back. “I am sorry, I thought its kavya, you wearing her dress, I am sorry,” I said. “It’s ok, didi gave me this dress of hers” arti replied. I went to my room and kept on thinking about that encounter.He smells her touch gave a hard on.I wanted her, my dick had decided. Well, she was done with her work and while she was leaving home.I handed her 100 bucks and told her please don’t mention this incident ever.She said “I understand, and smile as she knew the 100 rupee bill. I understood, she needs money and is ok with my profession. Next day I came back home, I was looking for arti and she was working in the garden.I hide behind the door and saw her playing with water smelling and managing flowers.Her lively behaviour and childish innocence instantly made me crave for her more.I had a plan.I screamed aloud and started to limp. She ran quickly to attend me, and I pretended I slipped and hurt my knee.I slowly moved to my bedroom with my hand on her shoulder which was very soft and round.I laid on the bed and she quickly went to bring some ointment for my knee. I took off my trouser so she can apply on my knee.I just loved her touch and presence around me.She filled the void in my life that my wife had always kept.She was applying ointment on my knee and I was gazing at her cleavage with was visible because of her enormously big boobs.I started to talk to her. “You are so good arti, hope you were not offended yesterday” Arti: it’s ok.I shouldn’t have worn that dress at home, I am sorry too. Me: no no , it was the best thing happened to me.I felt I met someone who actually is mine. Arti: sir, what do you mean, I can’t understand. Me; things are not well in my house, its been ages since I hugged someone, I never feel loved.You made me feel loved. Arti:ohh, I am sorry for your situation.I will keep better care of you and make you happy. Me: keep this and I handed over a 500 bill to her, it will help ur family.She was very happy. She got the idea that she could mint decent money from me by supporting me emotionally and sexually.Her movement on my knee changed , now it was more seductive and less therapeutic.Her hand was massaging my thigh instead o knee which I pretended to be hurt.I was feeling a sensation that my wife never gave me.I held her hand and kept it on my semi-erect cock. She knew this was coming,but was still looked surprised,she looked nervous and her retina expanded.Maybe she was holding a 3″ fat cock for the very first time.She started massaging it over my jockey boxers.I closed my eyes and enjoyed. “Keep on doing this,I wanna feel ur hand on it” I ordered. She hesitantly slipped her hand in my boxer and held it softly. “Press it hard and masturbate it,” I said in a dominating tone. “I want to pursue my study,will you support me,”She asked in a feeble voice. She asked me to be her sugar daddy, “You got it, babe” I was ready to accept her liability in return or her favors.It was all clear and understood.She was my slut now. “Shake it nicely,”I said and she started stroking my cock nice and tight.I was in another world.I held her hairs and pushed her face towards my cock.I rubbed my cock on her face.Maybe she didn’t have many ideas of pleasing a male being inexperienced. “Suck it, take it in ur mouth and lick it” you want money,bitch.I will give you money jerk me off first.Don’t you dare to leave it,until I am satisfied” I was so horny and dominating.