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Anuradha’s husband died six months before. Now she is alone. His husband was an agricultural land lord and had a huge agricultural land property. He never thought that any of his children took his profession. Eventually, their two sons are in service and posted in different cities with their wives and children, and only daughter is married with a doctor  and also stay at a different district. Occasionally they used to visit their mom but not more than twice or thrice a year rather Anuradha visits them when she can avail some free time. In fact, Anuradha was aware of his husband’s assets in all aspects. Thus, she does not feel any trouble to manage and maintain those. Moreover, his husband’s manager is very mush honest and he is still working with this job, which also gives some relief to Anuradha. Now in the big house, other than Anuradha, two house maids, one house servant and one old caretaker are residing. One house maid also wife of the caretaker. Anuradha is standing on 35 but...

Thompson scowled, watching his wife Annette dress to go away for the weekend. Her bag lay packed already on the bed, full of sensual undies and alluring jeans and boots. His wife wore boots like no woman Thompson had ever met. Now she was in skin tight leather jeans and cavalier black leather boots that made her look like some kind of hip highway woman. ‘I’m not thick!’ insisted Thompson his lips curling in a momentary sneer that even he didn’t think himself capable of. Annette glanced at him and pointed to to the Chanel Madmoiselle watch on the dresser. It was something that Thompson’s mother had saved up to buy her when they had first married three years ago. Thompson picked it up and clipped the pearl bracelet watch around his wife’s pretty wrist. He boiled inside that she had not confirmed his personal assessment. Annette was going away for the weekend with the man called Lewis. Thompson had seen a picture of the guy, dressed in a three piece suit, smiling that smug fucking banker ...

Thompson scowled, watching his wife Annette dress to go away for the weekend. Her bag lay packed already on the bed, full of sensual undies and alluring jeans and boots. His wife wore boots like no woman Thompson had ever met. Now she was in skin tight leather jeans and cavalier black leather boots that made her look like some kind of hip highway woman. ‘I’m not thick!’ insisted Thompson his lips curling in a momentary sneer that even he didn’t think himself capable of. Annette glanced at him and pointed to to the Chanel Madmoiselle watch on the dresser. It was something that Thompson’s mother had saved up to buy her when they had first married three years ago. Thompson picked it up and clipped the pearl bracelet watch around his wife’s pretty wrist. He boiled inside that she had not confirmed his personal assessment. Annette was going away for the weekend with the man called Lewis. Thompson had seen a picture of the guy, dressed in a three piece suit, smiling that smug fucking banker ...

After the previous incidents my wife Antara wanted to take revenge on me. She told me to take a new servant to do our homework as she was too busy with her daughter. I was searching for the new servant but Antara already found it within 3 days. Her name was Reshma, 30 years old, good looking married poor woman. She also had a daughter the same age as mine. But her husband was a member of the local goons. However, she joined immediately. She had to come to our flat two times in a day, at first in the morning for 2 hours and in the evening for another 2 hours. As a result Antara got some time for her daughter. Within 1 week I came to know from Antara that Reshma was not able to breastfeed her daughter due to some physical issues. Reshma requested to breastfeed her daughter also if Antara had no problem. I sometimes saw that extra milk wetted her blouse and got wasted. If someone drank her milk to live I had no problem. Maybe Reshma could not afford nutritious food. That’s why her breast ...

I had been married in a loveless bond for 12 years. My husband is a businessman and there is never any scarcity of luxury and material things at home. But our marriage lacked the most important elements- passion and love. My husband never could satisfy me and I had accepted my fate. Being an elite lady, affair was out of question. I was pretty much trapped in my home when Judith came in my life like a breeze of fresh air and passion. Judith is our new butler. Young, agile and handsome- he caught my eyes from the very first day. Later on I understood he is not just good in his work but fucks really good too. For a 38-year-old, I am quite attractive still. My curvy body and elegant features have always drawn attention of men around me. The first day Judith stepped into the household, his shy yet swift flicker of eyes all over my body did not escape my eyes. I was a bit annoyed about it and yet thrilled. After that, I occasionally caught myself imagining him in many compromising ways with...