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I was enjoying my sexual life with Renuka. She gives her pussy to me whenever I feel horny. Two to three months passed by like this. My mom started recovering slowly, and I was very happy looking at her improving condition.
With each passing day, the sexual frequency between Renuka and me started decreasing. We couldn’t find time to have sex with my mom being around. The frustration in me increased as I was missing sex very badly.
Already I was dying inside. My mom added fuel to the fire by removing Renu from work as she was completely recovered. My father ordered Renu to work on the farm again. I felt that the connection between us is going to cut off.
But, I found a solution to my problem. I bought a keypad phone for her and saved my number in it. I told her to call me when she is free. I was tracking her and keeping in touch with her. Renu used to call me whenever her husband came home after drinking.
We sent her kids to play outside, and I fucked her inside her house while her husband was sleeping. We did like this four to five times. But, I stopped visiting her house, as we might get caught by villagers. I have to keep in mind that my family has some reputation in the village.
Everyone respects my dad and listens to his words like some village chief. So, I stopped visiting Renu. She respected my decision as she felt the same. I deleted my number from her phone and left her house after having sex for one last time. That night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about Renu.
The thought that I will not meet her again is killing me inside. So, I decided to leave for the city. The next day, I was about to inform same to my parents. Before my dad left for the farm, I was about to tell my decision. I was about to open my mouth when someone knocked on the door.
As the door was left open, My mom told me the person waiting outside to come in. There came the surprise I was talking about earlier in the form of 5 feet 7-inch height. A sexy woman wearing a light grey coloured transparent organza saree with a red coloured sleeveless blouse came and stood in front of us.
She was accompanied by an uncle with a bald head who was my father’s age. I thought the oldie would be her father and ignored him. My full focus is on that sexy woman. I opened my eyes wide enough to look at her. I was stunned by looking at her astounding beauty. I was surprised by the way she was looking.
I thought, am I now in my village or any city for a second. She looked like she was coming after completing a model assignment from the city. She had draped her saree perfectly around her body.
My dad is a gentleman. He never looked at that woman and concentrated on his plate having breakfast. I being a pervert eating her with my eyes. That’s when she looked at me. I made strong eye contact with her.
Mom: Hello Kiran Bhaiyya, Hi Varsha, What a surprise, When did you come from the city? Come, join us and have some breakfast.
Wow, the sexy woman’s name is Varsha. I thought her name too was sexy, just like her. I was correct. She was a city woman. My dad, too, wished them and told them to have breakfast.
I was very confused because I didn’t know who they were. But my Mom and Dad were talking to them freely like they were our relatives.
Varsha: Hi Raji Bhabhi (My Mom’s name is Raji), we came here two days before. We just now had our breakfast. You people carry on. We will come later.
They were about to leave.
Mom: Wait, Varsha. We have completed our breakfast. I have to talk to you a lot. It’s been so long since we met, you people came two days before but took time to meet us now.
She stood up from the dining chair. My Dad and I, too, completed our breakfast. My dad was about to leave for the farms. But the oldie stopped my dad as they wanted to talk to my parents. I went inside my room, maintaining eye contact with Varsha. She, too, looked at me and gave a gentle smile.
Wow! That smile is enough to kill an entire enemy country’s army without using a single weapon. I closed my room’s door slightly and stood behind it. I stood in a position where I could glance at the sexy woman’s hot figure.
I heard the conversations that happened. I understood that Varsha and Oldie are a couple. I just stood in shock for a moment. I couldn’t digest that such a Sexy bomb is a wife of an old person. I was dying inside. Why did she marry him?
Kiran is our neighbour who stayed along with his parents. He moved to the city years back, even before I was born, when he got a job. He was married to Varsha by his parents. His parents passed away. He doesn’t visit the village frequently, as he doesn’t have any relatives here.
The couple doesn’t have any relatives in the city either. Varsha’s parents have passed away. The couple visited the village just three or four times. But whenever they came, I was in the city studying. That’s why I never met them.
I was getting bored by all these talks. I didn’t want to hear all these family dramas. But the motivation for me to stay in the village for an entire year came after hearing their words further.
The oldie is working as the Senior Manager in one of the global organisations. He got promoted and was about to settle in Malaysia.
The Visa process for Varsha and their 5-year-old son will take almost a year. (Fuck, they have a son too. I immediately wanted to know her age.) So the couple decided until all the documents get ready, Varsha and her son would stay here in their native.
Kiran requested my parents to look after Varsha and his son in his absence. My parents assured him that they would take care of them here. He doesn’t have to worry about their safety. Meanwhile, Varsha noticed, I was stalking her behind the door.
Varsha: Raji Bhabhi, Don’t you introduce your son to us. Where is he?
Mom: Yeah, I forgot that Chinni is here.
My mom called me to come out. I slowly came outside and stood near my parents.
Dad: Kiran, he is my son Mahesh. He completed his engineering recently in a very reputed college.
Kiran: Hello Gentleman (He drew his hand forward to have a shake, I gave a firm handshake to him). Nice to meet you.
Me: Hi uncle, it’s my pleasure and nice to meet you too. (Before someone could introduce me to Varsha, I drew my hand in the direction she was sitting). Hi Aunty, this is Mahesh.
Varsha: (Offered her hand) Hello Mahesh, Nice to meet you.
I was holding her hand and feeling her soft palm. I was lost in thoughts about how it would be if I got a handjob with those soft hands. Before things got heated, I left her hand. Her facial expressions changed, and she understood that I was trying to woo her.
Varsha Aunty suddenly stood up. I was tense and thought she was angry at me for not letting go of her hand. I was thinking, Did I make a grave mistake by advancing early?
Varsha: Raji Bhabhi, you carry on talking. I will come in a few minutes.
Mom: What happened, Varsha?
Varsha: Nothing Bhabhi, Rahul (their son) is sleeping. We locked the door and came here as we didn’t want to disturb his sleep. He would have woken up by now. I will bring him here.
She started to leave while talking to us. I wanted to cash this opportunity. I voluntarily offered help and decided to accompany Varsha Aunty to her house. My parents, too, agreed. I, along with Varsha, left for her house. I started the conversation with her.
Me: Aunty, you look so beautiful. Sorry to ask, May I know your age?
Varsha: (Had a proud and shy smile on her face, as I was complimenting her). Thank you, Chinni. I am 34. Wait, Can I call you Chinni?
I felt very happy when she called me Chinni. I opened my mouth wide in shock after knowing that she was 14 years elder than me.
Me: Of course, Aunty, you can call me Chinni. Varsha Aunty, if you don’t mind, Can I say something? Please don’t get offended by my words. You are not only beautiful but also looking very hot for your age. Kiran uncle is very lucky to have a wife like you.
She was blushing. I know I will hit the ball out of the park, but I have to play very carefully. We entered their house by unlocking the door. Varsha Aunty is walking in front of me. Her backless blouse exposed her bareback, which is ready to get treated roughly.
The way she was swaying her hips made me mad. I was following her like a little lamb. We reached the room where her kid was still sleeping peacefully. She lifted him into her arms. I signalled to her I would carry her son and drew my hands forward to take Rahul.
While taking Rahul from her arms, I cleverly got hold of her saree pallu. When I was taking him into my hands, Varsha Aunty’s saree got removed, exposing her sexy melons. Before she could react, I looked at her hot body thoroughly. I closed my eyes, turned around and pretended like I did not see anything.
She adjusted her saree quickly and tapped on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, said sorry to her in a low voice and explained it was unintentional. Varsha Aunty signalled she was fine.
We left for our house. Nothing much happened for a week as Kiran Uncle surrounded her. After a week, the D day came, for which I was waiting eagerly. I observed Varsha Aunty. She is neither looking dull nor feeling sad.
She was behaving very casually and not worrying that she had to stay away from her husband for a year. I wanted to know what was going on in her mind at that moment. We dropped Kiran Uncle at the airport, and he left for Malaysia.
Now, Varsha Aunty is alone at her house with her small kid. Every day, I make an excuse to play with Rahul and spend time at her house. I was showing her subtle gestures that I was sexually interested in her. But, she never reciprocated my feelings.
I was making my moves boldly one by one but not in a hurry. There was so much time for me. Two months passed by nothing much happened between us sexually. But Varsha Aunty slowly opened up and started sharing her personal with me.
One day I succeeded in convincing her to tell about her family. Her father died early while she was in her teens. Her mother’s health condition, too, started deteriorating. So she had to marry Kiran uncle, 15 years elder than her. Kiran uncle’s family promised her that they would take care of her mother.
They kept their promise and started looking after Varsha Aunty’s mother. But her health condition got severed further, and she died. Varsha Aunty got so emotional while telling this. She was crying badly, and I felt I had made a mistake by making her remember her cruel past.
She was wearing a blue coloured churidar fitted tightly to her body. My mind got diverted looking at her structure. I took her close to me, hugged her tightly and started consoling her. She, too, hugged me by wrapping her arms around me.
I slowly ran my hands all over her body and stopped them on her hips. I pressed her hip and crushed my chest to her boobs. Varsha Aunty and I stayed in that position for a while. My face was on her bare neck, and she was resting on me.
I lifted her chin, gave a peck on her forehead and looked into her eyes. My hand slowly reached Varsha Aunty’s bubbly ass from her hip. I pressed it tightly and crushed her body further. Even slight air can’t enter between us. Still, she was resisting me. I gave a kiss on her cheek and was about to reach her lips.
Varsha Aunty freed herself from my hug before I did something, and the matter got worse. She adjusted her dress and cleaned the tears flowing from her face. I wanted to make her laugh at any cost.
Me: Varsha Aunty, will you do a favour for me?
Varsha: (Her voice is still low) What do you want, Chinni?
Me: Will you cry like this daily for at least five minutes a day.
Varsha: (With a weird expression) What?
Me: Yes, Aunty, you looked very cute when crying.
She laughed and hit me with her elbow on my chest. I was satisfied that I got succeeded in making her laugh. I went to my house and slowly lust on her is getting replaced with love. I want to make love softly with her instead of fucking her hard. I was just waiting for that chance.
As we both were bored, Varsha Aunty and I went sightseeing in our village, leaving Rahul to my mom. We explored the village and finally reached our Paddy fields. We have dug a bore well in our fields for the water supply to the field. It was already 5:00 PM, and all the workers started to leave one by one.
I have decided to take a swim. So, I removed all my clothes and jumped into the well wearing only a boxer. Varsha Aunty too slowly came down using the steps and sat just two steps above the water level. She was wearing a green coloured cotton saree with a matching blouse.
My dad came to us and informed us that we had to leave as it got dark. But I was in no mood to listen to him. I came to swim after a very long time. I told him to leave if he wanted. Varsha Aunty, too, told my dad that we would come home after a few minutes.
With nothing to do, my dad left. Now, It was only me and Varsha Aunty without being surrounded by a single human, at least for 1 km. I played in the well and asked Varsha Aunty to get down into the water and swim.
Varsha Aunty: No, Chinni, you carry on. I don’t know how to swim.
Me: Is this a problem? You get into the water and feel it. You will slowly get rid of the fear. I will hold you and teach you some swimming techniques. If you fear, I will put you inside. Trust me. I won’t leave you.
Varsha: Nothing like that, Chinni. I trust you a lot. (With some hesitation) I’m wearing a saree. If I get drenched in water, it would be difficult to come outside like this until we reach our house.
Me: Oh, come on! We are in the village, and it is getting dark already. So, no one will get to know whether you are drenched or not.
Initially, she was scared like hell. I somehow convinced her. After much insisting, Varsha Aunty tucked her saree pallu near her hip and got into the water. Varsha Aunty held my shoulder and slowly came inside. I held Varsha Aunty’s hip.
She held steps with hands for support and slowly started moving her legs. She was a fast learner. I was teaching her step by step. I made her remove her hands from the steps, and she was moving both her hands and legs. I thought she was ready and removed my hands from her hip.
The moment I let her go, she was scared and hugged me tightly. Until then, I was fine, didn’t have any lusty thoughts, and enjoyed myself well. But from that second, I became very horny, and my dick got erected. I was controlling myself. Her boobs were crushing against my chest.
I placed my hands on her ass inside water and pressed it. I told her to relax and made her calm. But she isn’t leaving me. Varsha Aunty felt my dick poking between her thighs. She slowly released me from her hug. I continued her teaching further. I made her get rid of the fear.
Me: Aunty, if you are scared like this, it will be very difficult, and you will never learn. Don’t worry. I will never let you down.
Varsha: (Thought for a while) Ok, tie a rope to my hip, and you hold it. I will try to swim and wouldn’t have to fear.
Me: From where can I bring a rope suddenly? It’s ok, come on, let’s go. Anyway, you aren’t trying.
I came out from the water and was climbing the steps. Varsha Aunty was still sitting. When I was about to get out, she called me. I turned around and stood stunned, looking at her. She slowly removed her saree completely and tied it to her hip. I, step by step, went down.
I was looking at her wet body drenched in water. She knew I was scanning her. Varsha Aunty isn’t making eye contact with me. I understood what she was going to do. She gave me her saree pallu and told me to hold it. I did exactly what she told me.
She slowly started swimming to the other side. I held her pallu and was going behind her. Varsha Aunty is slowly getting rid of her fear. We spend some more time inside the water. I wanted to stay there all day long. But as it was getting dark, we came out from the well.
When we came out, my dick was still erected because she was in front of me with just a blouse and petticoat. She looked at my erection. It was looking like I was hiding a cobra inside my boxer. I observed her eyes getting big and stealing glances of my dick.
Varsha: (Looked Surroundings and confirmed no one was there) Chinni, I need to dry my clothes. Please turn aside.
I turned aside. Varsha Aunty, too turned aside, removed her blouse. I was looking at her stealthily from the corner of my eyes. She was trying to unhook the bra button on her back. But she couldn’t stretch her hands to back, as she was suffering in pain after swimming.
Varsha: (Tried a lot got vexed, in a low tone) Chinni, please help me remove this button.
Me: (waiting for such a golden chance like a hungry dog) Ok, Aunty.
I went near her and unhooked the button. She was exposing her bareback, and I was waiting for a glance at her stiff boobs. She was squeezing both her blouse and bra to make it dry. Ahh! Suddenly Varsha Aunty shouted.
Me: What happened, Aunty? Are you alright?
Varsha: (Still facing another side) I don’t know. It was itching on my chest, and I became red suddenly. It was painful.
I decided to use that in favour of me to exploit her innocence, devised a cunning plan, and shouted.
Me: Aunty, a Snake.
Varsha: (With fear all over her face, suddenly turned to my side) What?
Me: (Opened my mouth wide enough and scanned her half-naked body) Yes, Aunty, a non-venomous snake, it went in this way. If it bites us, our body will become red and get dizziness. There isn’t any danger and no need to fear. We just need to remove the poison where it bit with the mouth and scrape the wound with herbs. That’s it. If we ignore it, the redness will infect all over the body.
I was looking at her stiff boobs. It was fair with brown coloured areolas. Her nipples were erected. I don’t know whether it was due to fear or standing naked in front of another man. She found out I was ogling at her boobs. She immediately covered her boobs with the help of her hands.
Varsha: (Sacred like hell and controlling her tears) Chinni, What to do now? Please do something and save me.
Me: Please, Aunty, don’t get scared. I won’t let any harm happen to you. I searched for any woman here to remove the poison from your chest. But no one is present here as far as my eyes can see.
That’s all for the day, my dear kissewasnaake Visitors. What happened next is on the way in the next part. Men shag your dicks. Women play with your tits or finger your pussies until then. Stay safe. My email ID: support@kissewasnaake.com. You can reach me on Hangouts too.
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