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I was on a tour for about three weeks and my last stop was in Bombay before I was to head to my house in Delhi. My wife had called up and said that now that I was in Bombay, I should go and meet my tenants. I thus decided to stay back for two days, meet my friends and also my tenants. My tenant was about 32 years old and they had a son. My wife, Usha, was average looking, pretty but had a great sexy body, hand full of breasts, a cute slim arse and a slim body with long legs. Any red blooded male would immediately lust for her the moment he set my eyes on her. So I was in a very good mood when I was visiting my tenant. I had rung up my tenant and Usha picked up the phone.Hi, Ratan here”“Oh, Sir where are you speaking from?”“I am in Bombay”“That’s great, why don’t you come over and spend some time in your home”It may be my house but not my home” I said“oh no…its your house and home too, when can you come over Sir?”“You tell me Usha and accordingly I will come over”“Why don’t you come over right now?”“if its ok with you i’ll be there in about an hours time” I said.Great” Usha said as she kept the phone down. In my excitement of meeting this sexy lady, I forgot to ask about her husband, Rajesh. Rajesh and Usha were both professionals and had rented my 2 bed room flat in Andheri. Rajesh was a manger with an MNC and Usha was a free lance reporter with a famous TV Channel. I was 38 and with a lot of savings and sacrifices by me and my wife we had purchased a flat in Andheri. My main office was in Bangalore and we had liked this couple and rented it out to them. After I reached my flat, Usha welcomed me in with a broad smile. We both sat on the Sofa, Usha sitting next to me. She was wearing a T shirt and skirt. It was obvious that she was not wearing any bra as her nipples jutted out through the fabric. Sir, its bad of you not to inform that you are in Bombay” “Oh well, I did not want to disturb you both but wanted to meet you all”“Where’s Shweta? Has she come along with you?”“No, I have been touring and this is my last stop. After two days I fly down to Bangalore”“Where are you staying?”In a Hotel near Colaba”“Why, are we dead? Why did you not come and stay with us? Have you rented your house to some strangers?” She reprimanded me.“No not that, I work till late in the night and did not want to disturb you, well how is Rajesh and your son?” “Well, both of us have odd working hours and my sons education and care was going for a toss, so we put me up in a boarding school at Mahabaleshwar. Rajesh is abroad, he left a week ago and will be back after another 10 days”So you don’t have any assignment” I said“Not that, I decided not to work this week and take a break” “Hows the flat?”“Its perfect Sir, we are very lucky”Lucky?” I asked“Yes , you and your wi8fe have made and excellent flat in a secure society. We are very happy and more so that you both don’t trouble us”“In a way we are lucky that we found some very good tenant” I replied.She got up and got a glass of beer for me and a coke for herself. She sat on the same sofa but was reclining against the arm and was relaxed.“So where all have you been sir?”“Ahemadabad, Udaipur, Jaipur, Delhi and Calcutta. This is my last stop” “Any problems you have staying in my flat?”“Nah no problems as I said, we are very happy here” By now, her skirt had ridden up her knees and her panty was exposed, I getting a clear view of her firm swollen crotch. I shifted my gaze immediately. She noticed this, shifted herself and sat next to me. Brazenly, she placed her left hand on my crotch and asked “ How do you manage such long tours without your wife Sir?” As she massaged my crotch.“Oh I am used to it”“Really, I dont think so” as she felt my penis harden beneath her gentle massage of my penis. It was true, what I missed most during tours was sex. “Tell me, are you really used to it Sir?” She said as she turned my face with her other hand towards her face. What I saw was a face filled with lust. Heeding all care, I pulled her face towards me, kissed her and thrust my hand into her crotch. I pressed her crotch with my palm. A soft moan escaped from her throat. God, she was hot, Her panty was wet with her juices. I started rubbing my fingers along her vaginal slit covered with the flimsy fabric of her pantyusha then felt me stroke her inner thigh. My hand caressed breasts. I slipped my hand down caught hold of the hem of skirt and gathered them up her thighsusha could feel wetness as her love juices began to ooze and Usha felt her pussy lips swell in anticipation of sex Usha slipped forward slightly, threw her head back on the back of the sofa and relaxed as she parted her legs further, opening her thighs inviting my fingers to probe her unhindered as shocks of sexual ecstasy raced up from her vagina through her belly engulfing her body. Encouraged, I thrust my fingers into her cunt and in response Usha thrust her crotch against the probing fingers as they burrowed deep into her moist swollen fleshusha gasped as the fingers skillfully massaged her vulva and clitoris with caresses that made her juices flow freely. I started finger fucking her, Usha started moaning softly. My finger tips massaged her ‘g’ spot as my ring rubbed against her clitoris. I was an expert in finger fucking, applying the right pressure on her ‘g’ spot and rhythm. Her head was spinning from the intoxicating effect of the expert finger fuck and the knowledge that her landlord was doing this to her. I now mauled her entire crotch with my palms and was ruthlessly squeezing her monsusha could feel the warm sensation emanate deep from her woman hood as it spread up her hips and body – I knew she was going to orgasmusha grabbed my face and thrust her mouth into mine as my finger pressed hard onto her ‘g’ spot.