This story is purely fictional and contains themes of extramarital sex, cheating, and impregnation. If readers do not want to read a story containing those themes, please perhaps think about reading another story. All characters are above the legal age of consent. If you're a new reader I'd also highly recommend you first read the earlier chapters, they will help explain who's who! I hope you enjoy this offering...
Steve, the apartment building landlord to about 70 families, was enjoying a warm afternoon on his sofa watching a football game when his ground floor flat's doorbell rang. After opening the door, his face lit up with a coy grin.
"Oh, Amrita, hi!" Steve smiled at the beautiful Indian wife and mother. Her tightly wrapped sari climbed up the hourglass curves of her lithe body, while her bouncy dark pony tail swung down from high on her head.
"Hello, Mr. Steve," the demure woman murmured to her family's landlord, casting her eyes downwards in a shy glance. "I am sent with family's rent money here for you..." she said, a smile spreading across her face.
"Ummmm...yes, yes you are, Ms. Amrita," Steve responded playfully, seeing the roll of bills clutched in the hand of the woman's bangle-clad right arm. Steve took the roll, then took Amrita's hand, leading her into the apartment as the door closed behind them. "Well, then, Ms. Amrita, we'd better make sure the money is all here, and, you know, conduct our business arrangement" Steve grinned.
"OOooooo, yesssss, Mr. Steve," Amrita cooed, swaying over to Steve's sofa. She was no stranger to seeing Steve for their "business arrangement" a time or two per week. "I have trip to shopping mall with sister in half hour. Just enough time to...to pay rent arrangement..."
Ten minutes later, Amrita was cooing for a different reason.
"Ooooohhhh....oh, Mr. Steve...I....I like it when you push hard like that...." the now-naked beautiful Indian wife whispered up at the man who had her bent over on her hands and knees on the sofa. One of the tiny glitches in the scenario was that Amrita was not Steve's wife, but Ravi's...
"Uffff....." Ravi and Amrita's apartment landlord groaned as he pumped his rigid member deep into the hot, wet folds of the married mother's sex. Steve continued to pant lustily as he heaved back and forth atop the woman, his nerves afire as they undulated against the ripples of pliant flesh inside the moaning woman beneath him. He laid his left hand on the dark woman's taught, supple back, and with his right, he clutched her hip, to stabilize her body against the thrashing that he was laying into the female's hips.
Repeated thrusts caused the pretty wife's long, pony-tail bound dark hair to sway violently back and forth, her dark skin emitting a sheen of sweat as her colourful sari lay in a pile on Steve's floor.
"Ooooaaaa....Aaaaaahhhhiiiaaaaa" Amrita squealed. "I...I like it when you take me like this Mr.....Steve. I like making the love with you so much.....so much more than with husband....."
"Heh, well, I guess your cute little ass is mine now!" Steve joked, pushing himself deeply over and over again into the gorgeous, prone woman under him.
"And your....your baby is doing well....ufff...." Amrita gasped as her body swayed in time with the pumping rhythm.
"Well...uff..uff...ufff..." Steve groaned, "Well maybe you need another one....rrrr...."
"Ooooo....aaahhh..." the adultress moaned. "Mu----maybe I do!! Maybe little Samesh needs a full brother or sister!" she smiled slyly.
As the mating couple continued to thrash on the sofa, suddenly Amrita's cellphone tweedled! Barely slowing down the undulations of their bodies, Steve watched as Amrita impatiently swiped the screen of her phone, which was lying on the sofa under her swaying breasts. She looked back at her quietly panting landlord.
"You....uff....you be quiet, bad boy Mr. Steve...." She whispered conspiratorially.
"Ah....ah....he....hello? Ah, Pura, hi!" Amrita greeted her sister. Amrita carried on a brief but strained conversation with her sister as Steve continued quietly rutting her from behind.
"Ah...uf...Pura....Ravi and my rent was due today..." she huffed into her phone. "I'm....ufff...I'm just getting a deposit from my landlord...huff huff huff..."
"Silly!" Pura laughed, her voice coming across Amrita's phone clearly enough so that Steve could hear it. "You mean you are leaving a deposit with your landlord!"
"Ah....(uffff...ufff....ufff...) y-yes...you're..UF...you're right Pura...I'll....uf...I'll meet you at mall in 20 minutes! I need some baby things and you know.....maybe some nice things for me...."
As Steve probed deeply into Ravi's wife, he felt the telltale electricity begin to boil up in his loins. The heaving, hourglass form crouching under him was accepting him into the deepest recesses of her body, and combined with her gasps, swishing pony tail and warm wetness sucking at his shaft, his nervous system took over to seize and seed the demure female. He pushed Amrita down by the back of her neck into the sofa pillows, and his liquid life surged up in him as he bucked hard forward, pushing even deeper into the slippery wet folds of Amrita's envelope. He did his best to bite off the involuntary groan of his climax as he emptied himself into the smooth body below.
"MMMMMMMmmmnnnnnnn...." he grated as he erupted hard into the prostrate woman slithering in his grasp. He thrust forward to lance his seed so powerfully into the woman, her shoulders slid up the sofa, threatening to bury her face completely in one of the pillows against the arm of the furniture. Steve's hips contacted, then pushed hard against Amrita's pert ass, as a heavy pulse of hot semen gushed up into the married woman's midsection, the throbbing of Steve's member combined with the feeling of warmth blooming in her belly to suddenly and unexpectedly bring Amrita's own climax slamming home.
"Aaaaaahahhhhhhhhhhh...." The shivering wife and mother tried too late to bite off, as she screamed her release into her cellphone.
"Amrita!!!" Steve could hear the freshly-inseminated woman's sister yell worriedly into her own phone. "What happened? Are you all right?"
"Aaahhh....." Amrita trailed, one hand clapping to her head as her landlord cautiously pulled out of her, leaving her to wilt into the soft cushions of the sofa. "Y-yes....all right...." she murmured. "This sari.....this sari too hard to tie on right! I am wrapped like a mummy! I must redo it...."
"Sister, you are expert at tying sari....remember when we were girls, you showed me how to do it better!"
"Y-yes....I remember. This one....cloth is too soft. It tangles. I get my other one and see you at mall in 20 minutes."
"OK, see you soon...." Pura confirmed, and ended the call.
"Oooooo, Mr. Steve....you are bad man!!!" Amrita twisted her smiling face around to gaze up at him as she wilted over on her side, a slow dollop of liquid white running down her thigh. "You maybe make us get caught sometime!!!"
"Ahh, well, milady..." Steve joked, helping the flushed woman up to a standing position. "You're so beautiful, with your swaying thin body, you made me lose control there!"
"Ooooohhh...." Amrita frowned, clearly pretending to be shocked, as a warm trickle of white seed slowly inched down her leg. "You will put another baby in me, Mr. Steve!!"
Steve handed her a tissue, and as Amrita wiped the telltale sign of her adultery off her, he ran a hand slowly over her taught, flat belly.
"Well, I guess your cute little ass is mine!" he joked again. "What do you think? Maybe I should keep seeding your hot little body behind your husband's back!!" He unfolded the roll of bills Amrita had brought him to cover her family's rent. He peeled a few of the larger bills off and slipped them into the pretty wife's hand.
"And this is for my shopping trip, Mr. Steve?" Amrita smiled a pretty smile at her sated landlord.
"Enjoy your shopping trip, Ms. Amrita," Steve winked.
Ravi's wife lit up even more at the teasing and flashed her landlord a radiant grin.
"And after, I go up home to husband and kids, and....and your baby!!" She whispered playfully at him.
Five minutes later, she sashayed out of his apartment in her hourglass-frame hugging sari, a few ounces heavier than when she had entered.
Aside from the several clandestine arrangements Steve was enjoying on a weekly basis with a small harem of women in the apartment building, most of them married, his duties were also full of boring, monotonous tasks. The next afternoon, after a quick session with the Russian blond wife Ana, impregnated with twins courtesy of Steve, he found himself ringing the doorbell of a couple on the fifth floor named Carlo and Fatima. Carlo was a tough-looking, swarthy brick of a man. His wife Fatima opened the door only a crack and peeked out. Even through the crack, Steve could see Fatima's long, frizzy black hair dangle to her waist, her large dark eyes weighing him as they peered through long lashes. A compelling smell of spices seemed to waft out of the apartment and surround Steve, enveloping him like a warm hug.
"Ahhhh, hi, Fatima, right? You and Carlo called because of a light switch that won't work?" Steve asked.
"Ummm, ok...wait please," Fatima said quietly and turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Steve heard her whisper something frantically. Finally, Fatima glanced at him before saying quietly, "Ummmm....not a good time now for coming in. You wait...I....I come out there." And with that, she slipped the door open only enough to squeeze her lithe body through it and out into the hall. The door had to open a little wider than she probably would have liked, to accommodate the large, pendulous breasts that were currently encased in a tight white t-shirt. A glittery, elegant skirt followed her long and supple legs to the floor. She had pretty sandals on her feet, and her frizzy hair was pulled back and held in place by a glittery, golden coloured hair band.
"Ahhh...that's.....that's a nice ensemble!" Steve said, breaking the ice that seemed to surround the woman's demeanour.
"En....semble?" She cocked her head sideways and looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face.
[Shit, you doofus,] Steve thought to himself. [I don't think she's been in the country very long. Be direct!!]
"Um....your nice outfit..." he offered.
"Oh...thank you. This is for the dancing classes I give at Persian center down the street. Um....husband is with some...how is it said...business clients right now, trying to get bonus. Not good for you to come in..."
"Oh...um...." Steve ventured. Could he do it? Could he ask this pretty princess of a wife if she might like to set up a similar arrangement as some of the other wives in the building had, for some rent money back? She was certainly stunning enough. Exotic and sensual. Steve had no desire to mess with her husband though. He looked like a thug.
