Shreya was a 28-year-old newlywed young bride. Her parents wanted a comfortable life for her. So they married her into a rich family. Her new home was as luxurious as she could imagine. But she lacked the freedom she enjoyed before marriage.
Her husband, Ravi, worked as an architect. Due to his demanding job, he spent weeks at the project site and rarely returned home. This meant Shreya was left in the house with her in-laws. Apart from them, there was also a middle-aged helper, Kishan, who stayed with the family.
Like any other bride, Shreya had sexual urges, but her husband’s obsession with work left her sexually unsatisfied. Her attractive physique caught everyone’s attention in the neighborhood. Even though she dressed conservatively while going out, her sari could not hide her curves.
After her marriage, many neighbors invited her family for dinner to get a chance to stare at her body. Everyone from the watchman to the shopkeepers used to check out her curvy ass when she would walk past them. She enjoyed the attention.
Deep down inside, it also made her sad as she longed for her husband to satisfy her. She eventually turned to masturbation to release the sexual tension in her body. Every afternoon after the elders went to sleep, she would lock herself inside her bathroom.
She would turn on the shower and rub herself while fantasizing about having hardcore sex. She hoped that due to the sound of the shower, no one would notice. But she was wrong.
Like many others, the family helper, Kishan, had been eyeing the new member of the family. But unlike the outsiders who had only seen Shreya dressed in a conservative sari, Kishan had seen her in much more revealing outfits. His favorite part of the day was when Shreya changed into her nightie before bed.
Not only did the nightie fail to cover her thighs, but it also gave a nice view of her juicy tits. Kishan would visit her room every night with the excuse of making her bed. In reality, all he wanted was to watch his mistress walk around in skimpy clothes.
Since Kishan had been living with the family for many years, Shreya didn’t mind his presence in her room at night. Shreya didn’t know the locality very well. Kishan used to accompany her to the market.
He noticed that although she pretended to dress like a conservative wife. She always enjoyed getting everyone’s attention. Her behavior made him suspect that she would eventually have an affair. No way a young bombshell like her would stay faithful to her husband, who was mostly absent.
In the afternoon, after finishing his work, he would often masturbate while fantasizing about Shreya having sex with her lover. On one such afternoon, his desires got better of him. He decided he would watch her sleeping mistress while masturbating.
He walked up to her room but was disappointed to find that her bed was empty and she was taking a shower. Dejected, he decided to try again later, but something caught his attention. He could hear a low moan coming from the bathroom.
It seemed like Shreya was hurt, so he called out her name, but no response came. He suspected the worst. Shreya must have slipped inside and lost consciousness. Thinking it was an emergency, he pushed the door open with force.
What he saw next surprised him. Shreya was lying on the floor with her legs apart and hand over her pussy. She was lost in the euphoria and hadn’t heard Kishan call out her name. Seeing him rush inside, she instinctively closed her legs and pulled them close to her body.
She tried covering her boobs with her arms, but they were too big for her skinny arms. She looked up at Kishan and saw him staring down at her wet body. Despite her best attempt, her boobs were spilling out of her arms. Seeing her in that state, Kishan couldn’t take his eyes off her.
They stared at each other in uncomfortable silence. Kishan finally spoke, “I am sorry, madam, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you moaning, and I thought you had hurt yourself.”
Saying this, he turned back and walked out, leaving Shreya alone on the floor. She was embarrassed that Kishan had seen her in such a compromising position. What if he tells this to someone else? What if he tells this to her in-laws? A million things were running through her mind.
She eventually gathered herself and started looking for something to cover her body. She realized she had left her clothes on her bed. So she stepped out of the bathroom. She found that Kishan was still standing there with a towel in his hand, to her surprise.
Before Shreya could say anything, he came close to her and covered her upper body with the towel. While placing the towel, she could feel his fingers touch against her bare skin. Shreya was conscious that she was still naked below her waist.
Only her hand covered her pussy. Rest everything was visible to Kishan. She tried to break the uncomfortable silence.
Shreya: It’s not like it looks Kishan bhaiya. I was just washing down there.
Kishan held her by her shoulders.
Kishan: You don’t have to be ashamed, madam. What you were doing is a perfectly natural thing.
Shreya blushed. Her flimsy excuse was not enough. She stared at the floor in embarrassment.
Kishan: I understand your situation, madam. A young woman like you has urges that require attention. Unfortunately, your husband doesn’t provide you with that. I am sorry for you.
Shreya was uncomfortable. She didn’t like that someone like Kishan talked with her about masturbation while she stood there half-naked. Kishan’s hands were still pressing down on her shoulders.
Shreya: I don’t know what to say, Kishan bhaiya. You weren’t supposed to see me like that. But now that you have, can you promise me you will keep it a secret?
Kishan: Of course, madam, why would I tell anyone else? I have served this family faithfully for years. I will continue to do so. Seeing you in such a helpless state is difficult for me. If you allow me, I can serve you to the best of my ability.
Shreya: I am grateful for your concern Kishan. But you can serve me well by keeping this a secret, especially from my in-laws.
Seeing her getting worried, Kishan realized that she was desperate.
Kishan: I’ll do that only if you promise to accept my help.
Shreya was apprehensive, was Kishan trying to blackmail her.
Shreya: I can’t sleep with you, Kishan bhaiya, if that’s what you want from me.
Kishan held her face with his palms and lifted it. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And here she was at his mercy.
Kishan: That’s not my intention, madam. I would never do that to a faithful wife like you. You have maintained your chastity despite your husband leaving you alone, and I admire that. I want to make life easier for you.
Shreya wasn’t sure where this was going. She looked cluelessly at Kishan, who was cupping her face with his palms.
Kishan: There are lot more things you can do other than rubbing yourself. But you need a man’s touch to feel those pleasures. As your servant, I feel it is my duty to provide you with that.
Shreya: It’s not your job to pleasure me, Kishan.
Kishan: No, madam, I can’t see you struggling like this. I see no other way than to inform your husband. If he finds out what you are going through, he will pay more attention.
Shreya panicked at hearing this. Her husband found out about this was the last thing she wanted.
Shreya: No, Kishan! I told you there is no need for that. I can handle it on my own. You don’t have to worry about it.
Kishan: I’ll leave it up to you, Shreyaji. I have already seen you naked. There is no harm in giving it a try. You can take your time to think over whether you want my help or not. Just don’t punish yourself for your husband’s fault.
Saying this, Kishan walked out of the room. He knew he had played his cards right. He left Shreya indecisive. On the surface, Kishan did make sense. It was her husband who had not been paying attention to her.
Why should she be the one suffering because of that? And how wrong can some touching be? It’s not like she was having sex with another man.
Her husband, Ravi, worked as an architect. Due to his demanding job, he spent weeks at the project site and rarely returned home. This meant Shreya was left in the house with her in-laws. Apart from them, there was also a middle-aged helper, Kishan, who stayed with the family.
Like any other bride, Shreya had sexual urges, but her husband’s obsession with work left her sexually unsatisfied. Her attractive physique caught everyone’s attention in the neighborhood. Even though she dressed conservatively while going out, her sari could not hide her curves.
After her marriage, many neighbors invited her family for dinner to get a chance to stare at her body. Everyone from the watchman to the shopkeepers used to check out her curvy ass when she would walk past them. She enjoyed the attention.
Deep down inside, it also made her sad as she longed for her husband to satisfy her. She eventually turned to masturbation to release the sexual tension in her body. Every afternoon after the elders went to sleep, she would lock herself inside her bathroom.
She would turn on the shower and rub herself while fantasizing about having hardcore sex. She hoped that due to the sound of the shower, no one would notice. But she was wrong.
Like many others, the family helper, Kishan, had been eyeing the new member of the family. But unlike the outsiders who had only seen Shreya dressed in a conservative sari, Kishan had seen her in much more revealing outfits. His favorite part of the day was when Shreya changed into her nightie before bed.
Not only did the nightie fail to cover her thighs, but it also gave a nice view of her juicy tits. Kishan would visit her room every night with the excuse of making her bed. In reality, all he wanted was to watch his mistress walk around in skimpy clothes.
Since Kishan had been living with the family for many years, Shreya didn’t mind his presence in her room at night. Shreya didn’t know the locality very well. Kishan used to accompany her to the market.
He noticed that although she pretended to dress like a conservative wife. She always enjoyed getting everyone’s attention. Her behavior made him suspect that she would eventually have an affair. No way a young bombshell like her would stay faithful to her husband, who was mostly absent.
In the afternoon, after finishing his work, he would often masturbate while fantasizing about Shreya having sex with her lover. On one such afternoon, his desires got better of him. He decided he would watch her sleeping mistress while masturbating.
He walked up to her room but was disappointed to find that her bed was empty and she was taking a shower. Dejected, he decided to try again later, but something caught his attention. He could hear a low moan coming from the bathroom.
It seemed like Shreya was hurt, so he called out her name, but no response came. He suspected the worst. Shreya must have slipped inside and lost consciousness. Thinking it was an emergency, he pushed the door open with force.
What he saw next surprised him. Shreya was lying on the floor with her legs apart and hand over her pussy. She was lost in the euphoria and hadn’t heard Kishan call out her name. Seeing him rush inside, she instinctively closed her legs and pulled them close to her body.
She tried covering her boobs with her arms, but they were too big for her skinny arms. She looked up at Kishan and saw him staring down at her wet body. Despite her best attempt, her boobs were spilling out of her arms. Seeing her in that state, Kishan couldn’t take his eyes off her.
They stared at each other in uncomfortable silence. Kishan finally spoke, “I am sorry, madam, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you moaning, and I thought you had hurt yourself.”
Saying this, he turned back and walked out, leaving Shreya alone on the floor. She was embarrassed that Kishan had seen her in such a compromising position. What if he tells this to someone else? What if he tells this to her in-laws? A million things were running through her mind.
She eventually gathered herself and started looking for something to cover her body. She realized she had left her clothes on her bed. So she stepped out of the bathroom. She found that Kishan was still standing there with a towel in his hand, to her surprise.
Before Shreya could say anything, he came close to her and covered her upper body with the towel. While placing the towel, she could feel his fingers touch against her bare skin. Shreya was conscious that she was still naked below her waist.
Only her hand covered her pussy. Rest everything was visible to Kishan. She tried to break the uncomfortable silence.
Shreya: It’s not like it looks Kishan bhaiya. I was just washing down there.
Kishan held her by her shoulders.
Kishan: You don’t have to be ashamed, madam. What you were doing is a perfectly natural thing.
Shreya blushed. Her flimsy excuse was not enough. She stared at the floor in embarrassment.
Kishan: I understand your situation, madam. A young woman like you has urges that require attention. Unfortunately, your husband doesn’t provide you with that. I am sorry for you.
Shreya was uncomfortable. She didn’t like that someone like Kishan talked with her about masturbation while she stood there half-naked. Kishan’s hands were still pressing down on her shoulders.
Shreya: I don’t know what to say, Kishan bhaiya. You weren’t supposed to see me like that. But now that you have, can you promise me you will keep it a secret?
Kishan: Of course, madam, why would I tell anyone else? I have served this family faithfully for years. I will continue to do so. Seeing you in such a helpless state is difficult for me. If you allow me, I can serve you to the best of my ability.
Shreya: I am grateful for your concern Kishan. But you can serve me well by keeping this a secret, especially from my in-laws.
Seeing her getting worried, Kishan realized that she was desperate.
Kishan: I’ll do that only if you promise to accept my help.
Shreya was apprehensive, was Kishan trying to blackmail her.
Shreya: I can’t sleep with you, Kishan bhaiya, if that’s what you want from me.
Kishan held her face with his palms and lifted it. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And here she was at his mercy.
Kishan: That’s not my intention, madam. I would never do that to a faithful wife like you. You have maintained your chastity despite your husband leaving you alone, and I admire that. I want to make life easier for you.
Shreya wasn’t sure where this was going. She looked cluelessly at Kishan, who was cupping her face with his palms.
Kishan: There are lot more things you can do other than rubbing yourself. But you need a man’s touch to feel those pleasures. As your servant, I feel it is my duty to provide you with that.
Shreya: It’s not your job to pleasure me, Kishan.
Kishan: No, madam, I can’t see you struggling like this. I see no other way than to inform your husband. If he finds out what you are going through, he will pay more attention.
Shreya panicked at hearing this. Her husband found out about this was the last thing she wanted.
Shreya: No, Kishan! I told you there is no need for that. I can handle it on my own. You don’t have to worry about it.
Kishan: I’ll leave it up to you, Shreyaji. I have already seen you naked. There is no harm in giving it a try. You can take your time to think over whether you want my help or not. Just don’t punish yourself for your husband’s fault.
Saying this, Kishan walked out of the room. He knew he had played his cards right. He left Shreya indecisive. On the surface, Kishan did make sense. It was her husband who had not been paying attention to her.
Why should she be the one suffering because of that? And how wrong can some touching be? It’s not like she was having sex with another man.
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