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Seducing Aggressively A Housewife

“Is your son in?” I heard her ask my mother. I had no intention of getting up from my bed, from my rejuvenating afternoon siesta, but then, she was my landlady.
“Our mixie is not working”, Nayaki was telling my mother as I joined them at the door.
She continued with her complaints at my mother, not once looking at me, but I was used to it.
“Why, take it to the repair shop”, I said curtly straight at her face and she looked up at my mother pleadingly.
“Okay, see what you can do” my mother said to me appealingly and turned to her “you go, he will come”.
Now I am not a mechanic, but obviously she had seen me tinkering with a few objects in my home. It was her habit to walk in unannounced and go straight to wherever my mother was and I was always wary of her, talking to my mother in short, crisp sentences when she was around. I don’t care much about women and my attitude always kept her at a distance, but I know Nayaki kept asking about me, my habits, what I am doing, why I am not married still at 35 and so on. Typical of housewives I presume.
Their home was at the front. It was a pleasant, sleepy January afternoon in Chennai and she was all alone in the house as I knew her husband and kids would only come in the evening. I knocked at the grill gate at their entrance and she immediately appeared at the door, said “come” and disappeared. Obviously she was clearing the kitchen counter, which she was when I entered in.
She kept hurriedly clearing things as I took a look at the mixer. I ignored her “We bought it only just three months back” and plugged it to the socket and switched on. Nothing.
I removed the plug and inserted my tester in the socket. The tester did not blink. Since the electrical fittings were old, may be a wire inside the socket snapped. I turned to her.
The all consuming fire of sexual desire is often stoked by one simple spark of a moment. It was the first time we were this close and alone, all by ourselves. As I looked at Nayaki, I realized how pleasing she looked. She indeed had a pleasant face, her gaze from her lovely eyes fast unsettling me. I looked at her full lips, her plump lower ones curving beautifully and sensing where I looked, her eyes fluttered and lowered their gaze.
Nayaki was my age and years of household labor had sculpted her body into a structure that was so compelling. All those memories of the fleeting glances of her luscious lips, broad shoulders, sides of her tight and upright boobs revealed when her saree fluttered in wind and especially that single waist line on her right hip that rose and fell when she dried clothes all came flooding back, fuelling an uncontrollable desire for her. Damn, I never knew these memories even existed. I am going to fuck her, I decided.
“I have to switch off the mains”, I resumed my attitude and she said she would do it herself.
I looked at her ass, firm and round, as she walked out and suddenly felt a twitch in the groins, that familiar twitch. God, I am going to have her, feast on her, make her moan and scream, today, now. The kitchen lights went out, with the daylight seeping from the exhaust, faintly lighting up the area.
When she returned I told her to shine my mobile’s torch on the switch board and handed it to her, touching her hands. As she held the mobile in her hands not knowing what to do, I reached out and switched on the app, taking my time and my hands rubbing her fingers all over. I don’t know about her, but her touch sent shivers up the spine.
Now, the switchboard was located on the wall at the end of the L shaped kitchen counter and there was space only for one person to reach out. I braced myself against the kitchen sink, as she stood close to me, shining the light on the board as I quickly unscrewed it. As the board dislodged with the tangle of wires holding it, I said in an authoritative voice to show more light so that I can see what’s wrong.
Nayaki came very close and our bodies rubbed against each other. Her proximity was electrifying. Her right hand shone the light earnestly while her whole left body was in contact with my right side. Half her back nestled on my chest, and her left thighs freely rubbed against my right ones. I pressed my legs more into her as I adjusted my position and had the wonderful feeling of rubbing against her back assets.
We both were silent but I could feel the effect of our body contact on her. I pressed into her some more as I leaned forward. I was right. The wire connecting the terminals of the socket was snapped. I quickly sharpened the sieve and reinserted it. Time for the next step.
In spite of her being the landlady and being physically strong, I knew Nayaki was meek.
I suddenly moved away from her and in a stern tone said, “We have to put the screws back. You hold the board while I fix the screws”.
I didn’t wait for her answer. I held the switchboard in its place and said, “Hold it like this” and she took my place, her stomach pressed against the sink, her hands raised up to hold the board.
I moved behind her. Nayaki was exactly my height and I completely engulfed her whole behind with my full body. There was an audible gasp from her but I did not care. I kept closing in on her, my face side by side with her face, chest pressed fully against her back and oh, my dick against her soft, warm behind. I wore a lungi and had not bothered to put a brief on. I brought my left leg to her side and was immediately rewarded with the feel of my dick settling snugly against her ass. And it started to grow.
I took a screw in my right hand and reached out. My left hand held the sink edge for support and I moved it, brushing against her left boob and leaving it there. I inserted the screw at the top corner and turned a couple of threads with my hand. Nayaki never uttered a word, and stood holding the board in place with both hands, as if her life depended on it. My dick was making a valid point and I brushed her soft boob some more.
I intentionally dropped the next screw into the sink as if by accident and in an irritated manner searched for it in the dim light. Both my hands moved all over her hips and as I rubbed against her bare waist fold, I felt a surge inside. She grew stiff. Not a good sign. I immediately found the screw and quickly inserted it, giving it a hand tight, but not before rubbing the bare flesh of her hands with my hand all over, my chin on her neck and my warm breadth on her cheeks and ears.
I pressed my lips and kissed her neck deeply. I stayed that way for some time. Then with a sigh, fitted the third screw. I again dropped the fourth screw, this time on the floor, or so I pretended. I went down, my dick rubbing her ass and thighs and lowered myself, my face pressed against her ass, inhaling deeply the faint sweet aroma emanating from her honey pot and started searching.
I rubbed all over her feet, she had such a dainty small feet for her height and as I reached into the space below the sink counter with my right hand, I reached up inside her saree and petticoat and grabbed just above her knees, as if for support. As I kept searching, I kept reaching higher, and held her bare thigh at the place where her both legs join. And gently squeezed.
I fitted the last screw with my lips over her cheeks. I pressed my mouth over her ears and gave the lobes a gentle bite. Then I took the screwdriver and tightened the screws one by one. As the last one got finished, she put her hands down. I pressed my lips on the bare flesh of her back and licked upwards to her neck. I ground my dick into her ass, circled her waist and raised my hands up inside her sari fold, covered both her boobs over her blouse with my palms and gave one long squeeze, starting gently and applying more pressure. At the same time, I sunk my teeth into her neck. Nayaki moaned out aloud.
I suddenly moved away from her. As she turned to me flustered, I said in my usual attitude, “Switch on the mains”.
She adjusted her saree and silently walked out. Lights came on and she returned.
“Check the mixie”, I told her. She plugged it and switched on. The mixie came to life with a sudden whirring sound. She switched off the mixie and remained showing her back to me. Then she turned.
I grabbed her head, pulled her to me and kissed her roughly on her lips. I sucked on her juicy lower lip, bit it, forcing her mouth open and lashed her mouth with my tongue, searching for hers. Finding it, I battled with it, pulled it into my mouth while my other hand raised her saree along with the petticoat from behind. With both hands on her bare ass cheeks, I pulled her groin towards me. Reaching up, I pulled her panties down, pushing it to her knees and it slided down. My lungi, I got rid of it in a flash.
I bunched up her saree and petticoat, lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen counter. I pulled her to the edge and moved in between her legs. Holding her thighs open, I probed randomly and found her pussy lips, moist and warm. Wasting no time, I pushed in. Another push and another push with force, I was inside her.
I gently rocked inside her and kissed her full on her lips. I undid her blouse buttons and removed it from her body. I unclasped the bra and threw it away. Catching her hard nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I gave them a harsh twist as I pulled most of my dick out and shoved it back with force. Nayaki let out her second moan, a prolonged moan filled with ecstasy and lust.
I ferociously bit her lips, arched her back and chewed on her nipples and boobs as I pounded her with long thrusts and then suddenly changing into rapid staccato thrusts. Nayaki met me stroke for stroke. She bit my lips, pulled on my hair and planted her teeth deep in my cheeks, making me go wild. I got hold of both her thighs and spread them wider and a little higher, now reaching deeper into her warm, moist cunt, pistoning mercilessly into her. She blabbered uncontrollably, and then let out a low, guttural scream as she climaxed.
I took my time, savouring the feel of my dick deep inside her pussy, gentle thrusts interspersed with pulling out and spearing her with long, hard strokes, as she looked into my eyes with that lovely gaze, a divine smile playing on her lips. I stopped for a while, kissing her deeply and passionately. Then grabbing both her boobs, squeezing them roughly and rolling the erect nipples, I resumed my fucking, reaching a crescendo of lust, abandon and the ultimate bliss as I discharged spurt after spurt into her.
I rested my head on her shoulders after being spent. As I looked up at her, she said timidly, “We have not even closed the door”.
I stared into her love filled eyes and said, “Do it now”.
She obediently got down and grabbing a towel to put on her bosom went to the door and locked it. Well, we still had two hours of quality time.
We were as normal as we were before. We never threw coy glances at one other or tried to touch each other during every little opportunity. Both had respect for each other’s commitments. She was not a whore, and god forbid, I am not a rapist. But when the opportunity presented itself which was rare and far in between, inside our private worlds, we let our animal instincts fully out. Once we explored each other for two full days as she feigned illness and her family went to a marriage. We attacked each other with gusto and lustful abandon, I going down on her pussy like a starved animal and she sucking my dick like there is no tomorrow. Chennai is a nice place, and yes, life is good.

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