I am 30 year old married man living in Mumbai, India and a couple of weeks ago my wife was away on vacation in Baroda where she had gone to see her parents. I was busy with my work and initially never missed her, but after a few weeks I began to get quite frustrated sitting at home alone every evening.
Now we have a maid servant called Shobha who is an elderly lady in her 60s, she would come everyday to cook and wash up for me while my wife was away. One evening when I got back from work the doorbell rang, thinking it was Shobha I opened the door. I got a pleasant surprise when I saw two young voluptuous girls instead. They explained that they were Shobha's daughters and had come to do the work since their mother was ill and in hospital. I let them in and asked them to continue their work while I went inside the bedroom and continued to read the newspaper. The elder daughter must have been about 21 and the younger about 19. While the elder one (Nisha) did the cooking, the younger one (Puja) did the sweeping. Pretending to be engrossed in my newspaper I watched them about their work.
Puja was dressed in a tight salwar kameez that showed off her young but exquisite form. She was slim, short but with an amazing ass and firm breasts that heaved as she bent down to sweep. The position she assumed on her haunches was driving me crazy. Something told me this was not my imagination and she knew I was watching and getting horny. She had a very attractive face too, with thick, lips that would keep forming a slight seductive smirk, when our eyes met. She came nearer to the bed and continued sweeping, deliberately offering me a view of her fabulous upright breasts. In an attempt to push these thoughts aside I got up to get myself a glass of water from the kitchen.
To my luck the elder sister Nisha was cooking in the kitchen. Though not as attractive as her sister, Nisha had amazing breasts that were even more enhanced because she was wearing a saree and blouse. The blouse itself was really tight and because the kitchen was rather warm she was sweating. It made her look like an erotic goddess, the damp sweat patch on her blouse and armpits, the long thick dark hair till her waist. Seeing me drinking a glass of water, she asked me for some as well. All the time smiling at me very seductively just like her coquettish sister. I gave her a glass of water and watched as she gulped it down thirstily. It was even hornier to watch Nisha as rivulets of water ran down her throat to her blouse, wetting the front. She seemed to be doing this a little more on purpose to me. So much so that when she finished I could see her nipples stiffen under the flimsy cloth of her saree blouse.
Being a maidservant she never wore a bra and that was driving me nuts. I decided to push my luck a little and test her by asking if she wanted any more. She replied softly that she was no longer thirsty, so I smiled and moved closer to her 'What are you thirsty for then?' She turned red and pretended to do some work as I moved behind her now. She didn't look at me but I saw a faint smile at the corner of her mouth that gave me encouragement. Moving against her such that my body trapped her against the kitchen counter I ran one hand across her right breast, encircling her nipple. 'Is this what you thirst for I whispered in her ear. I could feel her body stiffen as she stopped doing her work and gripped the counter for support. A soft, low moan escaped from her lips betraying all efforts of modesty. Yet she seemed to put up a front as if playing a game that was getting me very horny. This woman knew what she was doing to me as she could feel my now erect penis press against her from behind. Encouraged, I now moved my hands up to her heaving breasts and cupped them. I couldn't contain the luscious pair of tits; they simply spilled out of my hands as I kneaded them slowly.
Slowly she gave in to my efforts, moaning quietly as she ran her tongue across her upper lips and whispered in a horny, throaty voice "Aap kya kar rahe ho, saab?"(What are you doing sir). I held her tight against me slowly opening her blouse now as I replied 'Tumhari pyaas bhuja rahi hoon' (I am satiating your thirst). By now I had her blouse open completely and her breasts sprung open in relief, the nipples hard and full with anticipation. I now turned her round to face me, removing the upper part of the sari so that she was almost bare bodied. For a minute I just stared at her breasts, they were so beautiful. I had not see anything like it ever, the nipples were light brown and erect, the breasts hung slightly. Yet they were firm and large and full, aching to be explored. I lowered my head slowly to tease them with my tongue, circling them slowly, flicking across the nipple with the tip of my tongue.
She was now lost in the throes of passion, as she threw her head back, her long hair which was pinned up now falling loosely to her waist. Moving up again as I held her body tight, I ran my tongue along her throat, ending at her ear lobe, which I took in my mouth and sucked slowly, sending goose bumps down her arms. Suddenly she stiffened and held me away 'Meri behen dekhegi tho? (What if my sister sees us)? I was too far-gone to think of it so I reassured her that she was busy inside sweeping the rooms. By this time I had removed her sari and blouse completely and was tugging at her petticoat strings to free her of her last obstacle.
Nisha was now moving in rhythm with me as I ground my cock into her body. She answered each movement by pushing back against me, her hands moving back to my ass cheeks, squeezing them and grabbing them hungrily. I removed my T-shirt in one swift movement to allow her to continue. She ran her hands all over my body, pinching my nipples gently as she bit the flesh on my shoulder and neck, licking my body hungrily. Cupping her face in my hands I slid my tongue in her mouth, it was so hot as I rolled my tongue inside, sucking her tongue in.