Indian Housewife Misadventures Ch. 03

The following incident that I'm going to narrate is cliched and filled with all the normal tropes, but it is what it is. This episode is narrated in English but in places has Hindi quotes with the translation mentioned alongside it.

Some might find the quotes quite crass but as I said it is what it is.

I also suggest the reader to read chapter 2 before this, as it might give some context.

Hi, to re-introducing myself, my name is Selvi, I'm a 42 year old married Tamil housewife living in Kolkata. Husband stays in Dubai and I live with my son. I'm buxom and am a normal Indian Housewife looks.

Now to the episode I want to tell.

Being alone and for a long time causes longings, both physical and emotional. Emotional needs can be satisfied with kith and kin, but the physical needs are not that easy.

So, one Friday night, after a hard day's household chores, I hit the bed. Son was away for the weekend so I was alone and bored. I tried to watch some TV but nothing interested me. I was unable to sleep twisting and turning in bed but for no effect. It was already 2am.

One way to kill time and tire myself out to sleep was to help myself, so I browsed through the net to find something suitable to watch, time passed but couldn't find anything worth a second glance. I kept searching for different combinations of words but didn't find anything exciting. I cursed my dumb luck and was ready to give up as a final try, I somehow found the kind of visuals I wanted to watch.

I started watching it with full attention, and surely enough I was getting aroused. I didn't just want to do it for the sake of it and wanted to ensure I was completely immersed in it. So, the way was to wear something exotic and erotic which can make me feel sexy. I paused the video and rushed to my cupboard. After digging through my complete wardrobe, I found want I wanted and I was super excited like I found a treasure.

I got changed, would rather say dressed up for myself., and went back to bed. I forwarded the video link to my email and opened it on my laptop. Turned off all the lights kept the bedside lamp on.

I set up my mobile on a stand and turned on the camera to be able to see myself in the moment.

Now that the mood was all set and I had my trusted magic wand with me, I played the video from the beginning again. As the video progressed, I envisioned myself in the place of the women in the video and slowly started mimicking her body motions.

Slowly my hands were at play. First, I ran the fingers on my right hand through my hair steadily every now and again pulling it hard, once the rhythm was set, with my left hand I caressed my face and neck feeling every inch of my skin, by then I had stopped watching my laptop and watching myself on the phone, speaking to myself as though I had a lover playing with me.

Then I had my right hand let go of my hair and moved it to my ample and sumptuous bosoms, I felt them up slowly at first any fingertip touching my large black areolas, which ever so often peak out of the low-cut dresses I wear.

My left hand now joined my right and each had their own to play with, then I took the ladies out of their prison and squeezed them hard, my nipples were now erect and asking to be treated well.

I boosted the left dove up and stuck out my tongue to make them meet. The feeling on my tongue and the knob were heightened, as I flicked the wanting nipples more and more. Not to disappoint the other I did exactly the same.

Now it was time to fly south.

I let my right-hand slide down slowly to my love triangle, covered from sight by flimsy piece of cloth. Once my fingers reached the opening of the cave I could feel the water flow inside, and my index finger went spelunking, soon joined by the middle finger.

I could the insides of me as the fingers explored, all the while my left hand massaging my hanging ripened fruits.

Then I unwillingly removed my right hand and saw my fingers drenched in the flowing river inside me. I tasted the sweet nectar and senses were heightened more.

It was time magic, so I turned on the wand and placed the vibrating tip on my stomach and then slowly down loosened the curtains covering my love nest and the wand swish as I squirmed.

Then going further down and then "Abracadabra", the wand vanished as I tensed up and arched my back.

I moaned and gasped, and I relaxed, it was time to step the pedal and increase the speed. I started changing gears steadily first to Second, then Third, fourth.

If ever I loved an engine, it was the Mustang in my hand.

With every acceleration my body squirmed more and before I know it my legs were in the air, and I was moaning my lungs out.

Once it hit top gear, I lost all control of my body as it convulsed, squirmed. Waves after waves gushing through me and then then the calm and peace of nothingness.

Took a few minutes to come back to earth and then slowly removed the piston out kissed it; "Until next time, my love".

The next thing I remember is the incessant ringing of the doorbell. It took me time to gather my senses, it was morning saw the mobile was where I had left it last time and it was turned off.

I jumped out of the bed, wearing the clothes that I slept in last night. A two-piece string bikini the bottom was a thong that is to be tied on the hip, which hardly covered anything of interest.

It was all over the place thanks to the self-love I had the night before, I hurriedly tied the knots while the door bell kept ringing. I wore the overcoat which came with it, closed it up and tied it around my waist covering my modesty.

I ran to the door and opened it and there he was the last person I want to see first thing in the morning.

The milkman, my sleep's nemesis, an insolent and an obnoxious man.

He is around 50 years old bald and bulky. Only seen him wearing a vest and lungi (worn by men in India like a full-length wrap-around for men), and thank God for that because I see him only when he delivers milk and none other time. I have had many fights with him because of the quality of the milk he gives but since there were no one else delivering at the doorstep, I had to bite the bullet. I was sure even he hated my guts. My maid had told me he was an annoyance to all the women in the locality and a few other things.

He shouted "INTA TIME KYUN LAGAYA, MUJHE DOOSRA KAAM BHI HAIN" (Translation: "Why did you take so much time? I have other things to do as well")

I disgustedly apologised. He then shouted again "BARTAN KAHAAN HAIN" (Translation: "Where is the utensil")

I said "LATI HOON CHILANA BANDH KARO" (Translation: "I will get it, stop shouting")

My head was spinning thanks to the headrush I had waking up and I was disoriented. He said "JALDI JAO MADAM" (Translation: "Go fast madam")

I wanted him out of the house not a second too soon so I rushed to the kitchen, my luck, couldn't find the usual utensil in the place I usually keep and started searching all over from the topmost to the bottommost cupboards and drawers

All the while I could hear the jackass mumbling something.

Since I couldn't find the utensil and couldn't bear to hear the man's voice, I picked a untensil which was closest in size to the usual I could find and ran back.

He was already inside the house kneeling on the floor, with milk filled in his measuring cup.

I bent forward holding the utensil with both hands, once he filled it to the brim I stood up.

He smiled, something I have never seen him do before, then he spoke "YEH KYA PEHNI HO MADAM" (Translation: "What is this you are wearing?")

I looked down and saw to my embarrassment the overcoat had opened up and complete body clad in that tiny bikini was on display. I couldn't close it because of the filled utensil in my hand.

He said "RAAT KO GARMI ZYADA THI KYA" (Translation: "Was it hot in the night?") His words were filled with innuendos.

I was ashamed and all I could muster was a blushing smile. In the moment I had lost my senses and kept looking around to keep the utensil, it did not hit me to just place it on the floor.

To my utter dismay and sheer badluck, the string of the thong, which I had tied in the rush, gave way, and fell on the floor exposing my lady parts to the direct view of the man who was third in the list of men I hated most.

The guy just laughed and said he would help.

He was still kneeling while he came close to me and so did I to him, I thought he would take the utensil off my hand but instead he picked the bikini bottom stuck around my ankle and started lifting it up.

I said "YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO TUM BARTAN KO PAKDO" (Translation: "What are you doing you hold the utensil")

He said "ARE PEHLE ISSE TO DHAK DOON" (Translation: "Let me first cover this"). Implying my pussy.

He lifted it up until my crouch looked up and asked "YEH INTA CHOTA HAIN, ISSE KYA DHAKEGA, AUR ISKO BADHTI KAISI HO" (Translation: "This is so small what will this cover, and how do you tie this?")

Me: "TUM REHNE DO AUR JAO, TUMHE JALDI THI NA MAIN DEKH LOONGI" (Translation: "You let it be and go, you were in a rush right, I will take care of it"

He: "NEHI MAIN HELP KARDETA HOON, AAP BATIYE TO KAISE" (Translation: "Let me help you first, just tell me how ")

His left hand was holding the bikini bottom from the side on my hip, and the other holding Infront which was just below my vagina, I could feel the my little pubic hair touching the back of his hand.

He then raised two of his fingers on his right hand and I could feel his touch, I was speechless

He: "ABHI BHI GARMI HAIN" (Translation: "It's still hot")

Seeing the expression on my face was delighting him to his hearts content and I was hating it to the inch of my bones. I wanted to just kick him and bash his grinning dirty teeth out.

Like always, I knew I had to calm myself first, I followed the routine, of closed my eyes and transporting myself to my happy place.

This allows the BITCH to take control.

I opened my eyes looked at him smiled and said.

"BARTAN KO PAKDO DIKHATI HOON, AUR PEHLE DARWAZA BANDH KARO" (Translation: "Hold the utensil and I will show you, and before that close the door"). The door was open all this while.

He smiled back dropped the thong and took the utensil from my hand and kept it on the floor.

The I told him "SOFE PE BAITH JAO" (Translation: "Sit on the sofa")

I then removed my overcoat off me and let it drop on the floor, lifted my leg around where the piece of cloth was wrapped and took it out.

I went on to untie the knot which loyally did not give away, and held it in front of the guy.

He said "YEH TO LANGOT KI TARAH HAIN" (Translation "This looks like a loincloth")

Me "HAAN, WAISA HI HAIN" (Translation: "Yes, this is exactly that")

He was trying to get me embarrassed but I will have none of that.

He "DIJIYE, DEKHE KAISA HAIN THEEK SE" (Translation: "Give it to me let me see properly how it is")

I gave it to him and stood in all my glory, wearing nothing but the bikini top.

He : "KAFI MULAYAM HAIN" (Translation: "It is quite soft"), "MAIN PEHAN KE DEKHU KAISA LAGTA HAIN" (Translation: "Shall I wear and see how it feels")

He expected me to say no, all he wanted was to see me embarrassed somehow.

Me: "HAAN KYUN NEHI KOSHISH KARO" (Translation: "Yeah why not try it")

He: "NEHI REHNE DO" (Translation: "No let it be")

Me: "ARREY NEHI TRY KARO, KOI PROBLEM NEHI" (Translation "Oh no try it on I have no problems")

When he knew the conversation wasn't going the way he wanted he diverted the conversation and said

"UPAR KA BHI KAFI MULAYAM LAGTA HAIN" (Translation "Even the top seems soft") With a grin he continued "LEKIN LAGTA HAIN, DHAKNA DOODH KE BARTAN SE CHOTA HAIN" (Translation: "But looks like the cover is smaller than the milk bearing utensil")

I smiled back, held up my breasts with both hands and said:

"HAAN JAB KHARIDA THA TAB KAFI THA, LEKIN DOODH DOTHE DOTHE BADA HO GAYA HAIN" (Translation: "Yes, when I bought it, it was enough but with all the milking it has grown bigger")

He replied "DOODH PENE MAIN BADA MAZA AAYEGA, PILAYEGI" (Translation: "It would be fun to drink the milk, will you feed me")

Me: "HAAN WOH HAIN KYUNKI TERI DOODH KI TARAH ISME PAANI NEHI MILA HAIN" (Translation: "Yes that's true, because unlike the milk you deliver it is not diluted with water")

It was clear he knew he met his match, and he was a worthy opponent.

He : "TU DOODH PILA PAANI MAIN NIKALTA HOON" (Translation : You feed me milk and I will release the water" (in Hindi releasing water is another way of saying cum))

"YEH CHODO, TUM WOH PEHEN KE TO DEKHO, DEKHON ZARA KELA ATHA HI KI NEHI THAILI MEIN" (Translation: "Let this be, you try that (bikini bottom) on, I wan to see if the banana fits in the bag")

He said "NEHI TU PEHEN KE DIKKHA" (Translation: "No you wear it and show")

I took it from him and tied a knot on one side put my leg in and then tied the other side.

Half of my vulva was protruding out, and he was quick to notice and comment

"INTA CHOTA KYUN KHARIDA, TERI MOTI CHUTH KE LIYE KAFI NEHI HAIN" (Translation : "Why did you buy something so small, it is not enough to cover your fat pussy")

He then stood up removed his lungi and underwear sat back and started proudly exhibiting his erect member.

It was clear he was upping the ante, no more innuendoes, now its all down and dirty.

I replied

"HAAN MOTI HAIN LEKIN ACHE ACHO KA PALON MEIN PANI NIKAL DETI HAIN" (Translation : "Yes it is fat, but it can make any man cum in seconds")

He: "YAHAN A, DEKHE KISKA NIKALTA" (Translation: "Come here, let's see who cums first")

I turned around, the back string was wedged between my ass cheeks, I deliberately pulled it out, and asked him

"TUJHE SIRF MERI CHUTH CHAHIYE KYA, MERI GAAND NEHI MAREGA" (Translation: "You want only my pussy, don't you want to fuck my ass")

He: "AAJA YAHAAN DIKHATU HOON KAISE MARTA HOON TERI" (Translation: "Come here I will show you how I will fuck you")

I went very close to him bent forward and asked,

"LEKIN TUJHE TO PEHLE MERA DOODH PINA THA NA" (Translation: "But first you wanted to drink my milk right")

He nodded in agreement; I stood up again turned around and untied the knot around the neck first and at the back.

Since my ass was facing him, he grabbed it, I slapped him on his hand and said "PEHLE DOODH" (Translation: "First milk")

I turned around holding the bikini in place with my right hand smiled at him and then I slowly slid the bikini with my left hand whilst my right hand was still covering my boobs.

He was going mad.

I bent forward, with my chest close to his face still covering my boobs.

I said "LE PEELE" (Translation "Here drink it"), and I removed my hand, he immediately grabbed them and started squeezing on while sucking the other, he pulled me and made me sit on the couch, then laid his head on my lap and it was like I was suckling him.

After a good 5 minutes of me suckling him, I said "DOODH BAHUT PEE LIYA" (Translation: "You have drank enough milk now")

I had to push him off then I stood up went very close to him placed on leg on the sofa, moved the portion of the bikini covering part of my vulva and said "ABHI TU MERI GILI CHUTH CHAAT" (Translation: "Now you lick my wet cunt")

He kept staring at me, I just put my hand around his bald head and smothered it onto my pussy.

"CHAAT ISSE, DEKH KITNI GILI HAIN, PEELE MERA PAANI" ("Translation: "Lick it, see how wet it, drink all the juices flowing out of it")

He started licking and was doing well, I took his hands and placed it on my boobs, and he started squeezing and playing with them.

I started rubbing and thrusting my crouch onto his face and to ensure he doesn't stop and I was still holding his head and pushing it in from behind. I finally came hard all over his face.

Moved back juices were all over his face, and he was panting.

I smiled and winked at him and said "AB TERI BARI" (Translation: "Now your turn")

Made him lie on the sofa, he was excited, I said "PEHLE TERE LUND KE SAATH THODA KHEL LU" (Translation: "First let me play with your cock")

I put my feet on his cock and started rubbing it, he said "MUH MEIN LE NA" (Translation : "Take it in your mouth")

I said "KYA JALDI HAIN RUK" (Translation: "Whats the rush wait")

And as expected in couple more seconds he came all over himself.

I stood back and said "KYA HUA BAS ITNE MAIN HI, BADI MERI CHUTH AND GAAND MARNE KI BAATH KAR RAHA THA" (Translation: "What that's it, and you were talking about fucking my pussy and ass")

"SAALA NAMARD" (Translation: "Bloody impotent")

"APNI LUNGI PEHEN AND BHAG YAHA SE" (Translation: "Wear your lungi and get out of here")

"DUBARA BADI BADI MATH HAKNA" (Translation: "Next time don't make big claims")

He couldn't say word he wore his underwear and lungi timidly, took his milk containers and walked out of the house, mumbling and I'm sure cursing me under the breath.

I then went to the washroom and washed my pussy, stood in front of the mirror, the BITCH winked and smiled, remembering what actually happened.

When I had closed my eyes to calm myself down, the BITCH remembered the conversation with the maid. Maid had said that the milkman was suffering from premature ejaculation and that's why his wife left him, I was sympathetic to his medical condition then but not after I saw his perversion.

Epilogue: The milkman later became my confidant, but that's a story for another day.