Sushma a lonely housewife. Part 2

At five a.m., he turned to me kiss me on
intensely lips and quietly
went to his room. As I lay alone in bed, I
thought to myself of these
years was a waste without a cock with a
husband and promised myself
to stop wasting the rest of my life.
The next day, Vishal from to work VERY
early and he spent the whole
afternoon flirting with me, teasing me till
eventually he took me to
bed and fucked me 5 times till 4 am in the
morning. The next day
Nundoo arrived. As usual , as soon as he
left the suitcase at home he
headed to his office and was home back
late.
He came back and had dinner and came to
me in bed, from the way he
was behaving, I knew he wanted sex. I could
not say no, after a few
minutes he was fucking me in his usual
brutal manner. He did not
believe in foreplay, he would not even ask or
feel me before shoving
his OLD cock in me. All the time he was on
top me, I was comparing
him with Vishal. He was lesser by all means,
his shoulders seemed too
small, the way he kissed was now not the
same. He was just fucking
and I was not enjoying it at all. I kept on
wishing that Vishal would
be the one on top. He was over in 5 mins.
( as usual- he could never
make last since the last few years ).He
turned to his side and soon
he was snoring. I had not come, and I could
do was to toss in bed in
anger.
At 1 am, I could not hold it anymore. I
wanted revenge he could not
give what I wanted, I decided to get from his
nephew. So, I went to
V's room and asked him to join in the
bathroom (as our rooms was next
to each other, I usually make noise if I am
enjoying sex). I went in
first and I hiked my petticoat up to my waist.
I leaned on the wash
hand basin as he entered, he smiled at my
posture. He was soon
penetrating me roughly.It was marvellous
him taking in such an
unusual place and time. It was also a sexy
scene for both of us doing
that facing the mirror. After a good 25 mins,
he came in me. I tip
toed back to bed next to Nundoo.
The few months that followed, we became
very close, sharing our
feelings and confiding our wildest fantasies.
Vishal told me that he
had fucked many women in his life before
and he was told that mature
married women were the best fuck and he
never believed it until now.
I was really proud when I heard that from
him. He seemed to be happy
to have me when he wanted, and it was the
same for me too.
During this conversation, he was trying to
convince me that I was
keeping myself like an "old auntie".
According to him , as long
someone is still young at heart , she should
dress and behave like
young people. He then advised me to
change my style of dressing and
have a nice haircut that would definitely
change me. I initially did
not want to listen to him as I thought that I
was the mother of a
growing and a housewife to a businessman .
Why should be worried
about my looks?
In any case, I rarely went out except for the
occasional poojas and
weddings, Nundoo never had time to take
me out, if he find time free,
he would prefer to his parents to his sister
in Bombay than spend the
to spend this time with me. Furthermore, he
had never complimented
the way I dressed. For him a wife was a
woman with hole to be used in
bed and a caretaker to look after the house
that's it, nothing more.
After serious thought, I gave in to Vishal
advice, He took me to one
of his hairdresser friend and I had a nice
short haircut. I went
shopping bought myself some western
outfits (I used to wear dresses /
blouse in summer especially when the in-
laws were in Bombay) and some
new cholies. The last shopping was for
underwear, I loved them but
lost interest since Nundoo did not even fuck
me with light on. I
bought myself some nice lacy bras and
panties. I came back home with
4 full packets (you should have seen my
mother-in-laws face seeing me
walk in with these). That evening, when
Vishal was back, he was happy
seeing all these, and asked me to try one by
one and you should guess
how the evening finished.
Vishal told me that he found that his Ajja
always discreetly looked
at me with intent and he suggested that we
try something as a game. I
waited for Wednesday, knowing that my
mother in law would be going
for her weekly Doctors visit to play the
game. The driver took her in
the morning, the Dhobi had already picked
up the clothes for washing,
I knew at least for 3 hours there would be
nobody but my father-in-
law and myself at home. I opened my
wardrobe and chose a deep
plunging neckline top, I went to the lounge
where he was reading the
morning paper . I requested his help to move
a cabinet to take an
earring that had fallen beneath. He
unwillingly agreed to help and
followed me. The cabinet was a low heavy
wooden one. To move it, we
had to bend down, as I did so, as he was
opposite of me, he was have
a few view of my ripe whitish breasts, I
intentionally worn a demi-
cup which could hardly contain my large
breast.
Few minutes later, I found what I was
looking for. I decided to
prolong his pleasure and suggest him to
bring a broom as I was going
to a wet cloth to clean the dusty floor. To
my amusement, he
willingly rushed to the store and came back
with it and even swept
the floor for me. I went on my knees and
swept the floor with the
cloth . from where he was standing he could
see my tits hanging
almost freely again.
Once, the cabinet was in place, I started
complaining of a sudden
back ache. The old man who have never
ever cared for me told that he
could apply some ointment that could
relieve me of the pain. And
said "aap mainenge tab...." (if you agree). I
told him that'it's not
not a problem as after all he was my
"father-in-law". I went to my
room and he walked with a bottle with his
hand, I lay on my tummy and
pulled up my top up to my neck.
He started his application but his shivering
were betray him. His
hands went every wear on my back, under
the straps of my bras working
on every inch of my back. As he was
finishing ,I complimented him for
his massage and asked he could do my
neck as well as I often felt
pain there. He wasted no time to start the
massage (without
answering) . Without hinting him I turned
over, I was now facing him,
much to my amusement, he was sweating,
his bald forehead were damp
and had a bulge in my trousers.
Now in this new position, he had a full view
on my big breast, my
bras were were definitely too small for my
tits and the brown
aureoles surrounding my nipples were half
out for his full enjoyment.
I was enjoying this too, but not at all
sexually. He finished .He
told me each I needed a massage I should
tell him he would happy to
do it as in any case it was his duty to look
after my "well being"
(what a joke). I agreed to have a massage
once a week while his wife
would be away so as not arouse any
"suspicion".
After lunch, when he retired to his room, I
peeped through glass
light over his door, there was the old bastard
masturbating himself.
I made full use of this situation and I saw
him changed. To my
greatest delight, over an issue between his
wife and me, he walked
in, slapped his wife and asked her to
apologise to me. From that day
even my mother-in-law started to fair to me.
I continue to let him
massage me until now but it has never gone
any further than fondling
my breast. I don't abuse of the situation but
I am happy to
eventually having been able to change their
attitude, all that was
thanks to Vishal.
Vishal and I talked a lot, he admitted that
his friends were aware of
what's happening between and me (I usually
gave him huge love bites)
and confessed that that all of them showed
much interest in me. This
made feel very proud about myself being
(being at my age wanted by
young men). He told me that Ali was the one
who the most interested
and always asked him questions about me.
This is I knew why.
I started secretly fantasising about them
fucking me , all alone or
with 2 or 3 at times. But then I thought it
could not be true that
they all wanted to fuck me. I thought that
may be Vishal was just
trying to comfort me by telling that I was
still sexy. He knew I was
complexed about my body and age. When I
told him that I did not
believe him , he laughed and said "if you
want proof, I will give you
proof one day" . This did not go further but
in our lovemaking we
started mentioning names , him telling
whom he wanted in our acts and
me doing the same. It was another turn in
our relationship being so
close to share such intimate feeling. Sex
was even better. But on my
side, I truly wanted to be fucked by them, it
was challenge to my
womanhood for me. I wanted to know more
cocks, more males and have
more sexual experience. I did not want to
miss anything before I turn
old and undesirable. I wanted to live my life
to the fullest now. I
had already started fucking around, so what
the hell.
A few months later, my sister-in-laws from
Bombay lost his father-in-
law. Nundoo took his parents over and I
knew for once, we had the
place to ourselves. This coincided with the
arrival of Vishal old
friend on holidays. I did want to let Vishal
be all the time out with
his friends leaving alone at home, therefore I
convinced to invite
him in for those few days to stay with us.
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