Summer Sex With My Hot And Horny Maid

Summer Sex With My Hot And Horny Maid
I am Abhishek. I reside in Gurgaon. I am 29 years old and work at a German MNC based out of Gurgaon. I got married, a year and a half back. I am staying here in Gurgaon with my wife, Megha. Megha is a housewife. Although we had an arranged marriage, we are pretty much a perfect couple. We have started to love each other and are really enjoying our relationship so far. We also have a pretty decent sex life. All in all, we are a happy little family! Megha occasionally goes to her native place. And since we don’t yet have a child, she stays there for a month or so before finally coming back home. And all this while, I stay back at home alone. These used to be really difficult times to spend. But this time around, things were a little strange! One fine day, last month, as I came back from office, Megha declared that she wanted to visit her mother’s place and asked me to book tickets for her. I was sad again. But I could understand. Megha was missing her parents and this was completely natural for a newly wedded woman. I instantly booked flight tickets for her. Then, by the end of next week, Megha was gone. She had gone for 2 months this time. And the house was empty again. I was alone. During the weekdays, I used to stay till late in the office. And as soon as I used to come back, I would have dinner that I bought from the office canteen and go to sleep. And then this whole thing would repeat again and again until Saturday kicked in. Soon, it was Saturday. And weekends were the toughest times to spend. There was no office. There was no one to talk with. Only I was there, in this entire silent house. As always, I woke up early and called Megha over Skype. We had an hour-long video conference, just like every day. And soon she had to disconnect and I returned to my boredom. I had my breakfast and started surfing the internet and suddenly a doorbell interrupted me! I got up and opened the door. It was Divya, our maid. Since my wife had gone to her native place, our maid used to come only on the weekends as I was in office the other days. She was young. She was talkative. She was a bright person. My wife really liked her. Divya walked in, kept her handbag down in one corner. She greeted me. I greeted her back. She then walked towards the kitchen, to start doing her work. I looked towards the kitchen, as Divya bent down to pick up the broom. She was looking beautiful. I continued to look at her, while she was completely unaware of it. I have never been attracted to any other woman, except my wife, in the past. But today was something different. I was actually staring at Divya. I was staring at my own maid. Divya was wearing a dull white colored salwar and a greyish kameez. She had a yellow dupatta tied around her waist. Her hair was roughly tied in a messy manner and was kept fixed by a back colored hair clip. She wore red bangles on both her hands and a pair of simple looking earrings. She had a bindi on her forehead and a pinch of sindoor on her hair partition. She was dusky in complexion. Sweat was glistening on her body. She looked hot. And I had an instant boner looking at her. I looked down on my boxer which was bulging with the erection and tried to hide it with my hands. I tried focussing on other things to distract myself from all this. But this didn’t help for long. I turned back towards the kitchen. Divya was still cleaning the floor. It was the month of June and the temperatures were soaring. It was very hot outside and Divya was sweating too. She wiped the seat drops from her forehead with her dupatta and continued working. Her cleavage was clearly visible through the folds of her grey kameez. She had big breasts. Bigger than Megha’s! She had a finely cut cleavage. Finer than Megha’s! Divya was indeed hotter than Megha. If Megha was the traditional beautiful woman, Divya was the epitome of bold hotness. I suddenly felt the urge to touch Divya. I wanted to sleep with her. Divya suddenly looked up and I was in a lock. I was staring at her breasts, while she was looking into my eyes. She smiled, blushing. I tried to ignore it, but there was this naughtiness in Divya’s smile that made me bolder. And, I smiled back. I was in my white baniyaan and white checker boxers. I didn’t wear an underwear inside and thus, my boner was quite visible. I got up from my sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Divya got up too and, turned towards the wash basin and started picking up the dirty utensils. I walked up to her and stood beside her. Divya didn’t move. I slowly kept my right hand on top of hers. And Divya didn’t react. She smiled. I tightened the grip over her hands and pulled her towards me. She inched closer and clung to me. She was blushing and didn’t look into my eyes. She was staring down at the floor. I lifted her chin up using my left hand. She was still blushing. I tried to smell through her body. And there was this soft scent of her sweat. There was this stinginess in Divya that turned me on, something that I have missed forever while making love with Megha. I planted a soft kiss on Divya’s lips. She was so innocent. She didn’t even know how to kiss back. She kept her lips closed. I pushed Divya towards the kitchen sink and made her sit on the slab while I continued kissing her. She slowly learned to reciprocate. She opened her lips gently and let my tongue enter her mouth. She was sweating profusely now and streams of sweat flowed down her neck and my hand slid on her back. I could feel the wetness on Divya’s kameez from behind. I pushed her more and lifted both her hands up. I slowly pulled her kameez up and removed it. While removing the kameez, I could feel a tightness around her breasts and shoulder. Under the kameez, Divya wore a whitish bra. The bra was not new and the colors had faded from it. The elastic was rigid and the fabric was not smooth either. Divya’s eyes were closed now.

I moved my hands over the hook of the bra but she stopped me this time. She got up from the slab and stepped down. She still held my hands and walked towards the master bedroom, the one where Megha and I used to sleep. She sat down on the bed and looked up at me in anticipation. I moved my hands one more time over the hook of her bra and this time, flow was swift as fuck! I removed it, brought it closer to my face and sniffed it. It smelt of sweat and stinkiness from around her breasts. I kept the bra aside. The breasts were huge. The nipples were dark. I started kissing her again and pushed her back on the bed. I untied her salwar and pulled it down. And there was the beauty! She had not worn a panty. Her vagina was bare open in front of me, ready to be feasted. Her vagina was not trimmed. It had bushy growth of hair. The labia around her vagina was black. The clitoris was hanging loose. Everything was raw. Just as I had always dreamt of. Divya had a hot and raw muff. Divya was completely nude now. And it was she who made the move now. She grabbed my baniyaan and pulled it up. She removed it and moved to my boxers. She put her hands inside the boxers and touched my manhood. My penis was hard as a rock by now. Ready to pound on her meat. I removed my boxers and took out a condom that I always kept in the drawer of the side table. I quickly wore it and got myself up above Divya’s hot body. I spread out her hands and armpits were visible. Divya’s armpits were hairy. And they were sweaty too. She was truly the goddess of hotness! I licked her armpits and a tangy hint of saltiness covered my tongue. I could taste her sweat. I bit her on the shoulder and she moaned softly. I inched closer to her neck and bit her again. I moved down and kissed her breasts as she pressed my face against it. I sucked the nipples and gently bit them. The pleasure was god-level! I pressed her breasts tightly, while Divya was making sounds of pleasure. I sat back and spit a little saliva on Divya’s vagina and inserted my middle finger into it. The finger went all the way in. The insides of her muff were sticky and soft. It was pulsating with excitement. I brought my face closer and licked it. The labia were sweaty. So was the bush around it. The hair on her vagina was caressing my face and I was enjoying the ambiance. I ate her pussy like a hungry child was Divya was moaning out much louder now! I put my hand inside Divya mouth and she licked it. I put that wet hand inside her vagina to finger to. She was groaning now! I touched her clitoris and pressed it hard. I bent my fingers and stimulated the upper walls of her muff. I fingered her for a good 10 minutes and Divya came for the first time on me. She squirted like a whore. She sprayed her cum all over the bedsheet. I was now ready for the next round of action. I wiped my hand clean with her bra that was kept on the side table. I got on top of her and entered her slowly. I put my erect penis into her wet pussy. Her facial expressions changed. She was a little tense now. She could feel the pain from my hardness. She could feel the warmth. I entered her again and a little more roughly now. I humped on her. I pressed her arms tightly against the bed and humped her hard. There was a rhythmic banging now. Divya brought her legs up and put them around my back. She grabbed me tightly with her arms while I was banging her hard. I fucked my sexy servant for more than 15 minutes. And Divya came again. She almost cried this time. Teardrops flowed past both her eyes. And she smiled. She was satisfied. I quickly pulled my cock out and removed the condom and jerked off my semen. I let the load spray over Divya’s face. Oh god! There was a special satisfaction out of it. Divya was wiped her face with her hands and laid there exhausted. She was completely spent. She was tired. I was tired too. I have never fucked someone like this. I laid down beside Divya, on her arms. We cuddled for an hour, before finally getting up. We didn’t get dressed. We went to the washroom and went straight into the bathtub and had a warm shower together. We spent the entire day in the bathtub, naked, in each other’s arms. Since that day, Divya came to our house every day. Every morning we used to fuck each other and then I would go to the office and she went to her work. We continued this adventure for the next two months until my wife finally came and we had to stop all this. My wife will never know this. I didn’t want to cheat on my wife at all, but I was addicted to Divya! I was addicted to her body. I was addicted to fucking her. Rest all is a secret.