This is a three part story. This part involves dirty teasing of an innocent servant. All characters are older than 18 years.
I am Sunita, a 35 year old hot naughty bhabhi. From my childhood I had been brought up in a liberal middle class household, and I always felt sexual tension whenever it occurred around me. My mom was pretty famous among our relatives for her looks and outspoken behavior, sometimes making my dad get embarrassed. He was always a gentleman and a shy one, so most of the time me and my mom had our own way. I was married when I was 25 to Aakash, my software professional hubby and within a year we had our only kid. When we relocated to another small city, I was reluctant, it was in an unknown neighborhood, but had to. The relocation came after my husband's promotion, hence he had to devote more time to office. Our kid had grown up quickly and now was busy attending school in the morning and karate classes in the evenings making my entire day upto 8 o clock in evening alone. My husband arranged for a maid, but we got a young man, who went to an evening school while in the morning he helped in kitchen and cleaning, mid day in shopping and gardening. After some days, I liked him as he was a shy but very good guy who kept to himself mostly. My husband was sometimes active sexually, and we shared many naughty moments and watched all kinds of porn, when we had opportunity. We had a thing for cuckolding and we pretended to do that sometimes giving us great orgasms.
It was not intentional that I developed a thing for our servant boy, Manoj. One day, I was wearing a nightie, while we cleaned the house and I forgot to let the nightie down my knees as I walked from the utility space where I filled water to a bucket. I quickly saw Manoj looked at my legs and it was definitely a look of lust. I was a bit shocked initially and when I thought about it later, I realized he too is a young virile man with needs and it was a natural reaction and not a big deal. Anyway, he had been with for quite some time, stayed in the outhouse, and I knew he is harmless. But I was also strangely turned on by this event making me wet in naughty places.
I again showed my legs the day, and again I caught his staring my legs. I loved them myself, shapely and hairless. I kept up the show even when we cooked, and was wet in my panties. So I fingered myself when I had the chance and I felt very dirty and horny.
This showing of legs in nighty went on for a week and I desperately wanted sex and I couldn't keep it to myself and whispered in my hubby's ear as I came. He was so turned on, he not only licked me extra, but ordered some short nightie and skirts for me online. Now I was afraid to take it further.
When I got them, I was alone again and wanted to try them. I tried them and put on a show for hubby on phone, he was horny.
I wore the pink short nightie the next day after my hubby left for work. As I entered the kitchen, the look on Manoj's face was worth it. Full day, I moved about in that nightie and Manoj seemed to be enjoying his secret treat. In the afternoon I made tea for both of us and took it to his room in outhouse. I felt very horny walking in that nightie in the garden as I felt exposed. Manoj was surprised again, and offered to come and make tea next time but I said, I liked making tea for him and spend some time with him as I felt very lonely. His room was very small, and he had only one chair, so he had to sit on the ground while I sat opposite to him on the chair. There was a long mirror behind him, and I could see he had a good view of my legs as he sat down. We talked for a while and he enjoyed my shining legs with his eyes and tea. I was so wet and feeling so dirty that I masturbated as I went back to my home.
The next day I wore a dark brown short nightie after my kid and hubby left in the morning. I walked into the backyard where Manoj was working. He smiled at me and said, "bhabhi, this nightie looks nice on you!" I smiled back and casually placed one of my leg on the small platform there. This opened up more of my legs and I felt cold air on my skin, which made me horny. Manoj seemed to be shocked by this innocent looking but sexy gesture. The day passed and when it was four in the afternoon, I made tea for both of us and took into his outhouse room. I was wet just walking there, feeling naked, and knocked on his door. He opened the door with a grin and I went in. As usual we had tea, while he glared at my legs and I was getting wet watching myself in the mirror. I felt dirty sitting there in his dingy room, alone, with him, wearing provocative dress while my hubby and kid were away.
This went on till that weekend and I had to wear my normal dresses as hubby was home. He teased me to wear them in front of him but I didn't. Manoj was normal and was working in kitchen. I went there as hubby was watching television, and started to cook. Our kid was playing in neighbor's house. I felt naughty again so I acted as if it was too hot in kitchen. I casually lifted my kurti and started to remove my leggings. Manoj stared at me with open mouth. I was quick but maybe he saw my panties once. I removed the leggings completely, kept it aside and resumed work casually. My kurta had long slits at sides upto my waist, so my panties were partially visible. I felt very naughty exposing like this and Manoj was seemingly nervous about our game as my hubby was just in the next room. I moved about and even squatted once spreading my legs ensuring a good view to Manoj. Now the doorbell rang and I quickly put on my leggings smirking naughtily at Manoj.
The next day my kid went to school and my hubby went to work. Manoj was cleaning the hall as I stood there and waved goodbye to hubby. Now I looked at Manoj who was looking at me with expectant eyes. I knew he was now horny and wanting to see my legs. I smiled and quickly removed my leggings and handed him and said, "isko washing machine me daal de!" He did as I said and was glancing at me as I walked about like that. I went to my room and tried the new short skirt and a small t shirt. I looked sexy, my ass looked protruding sexily and the skirt was shorter than the nightie. The t shirt showed my navel and belly. I took a selfie and sent it to my hubby. He replied immediately with some horny emojis. When I went to kitchen again, I saw Manoj checked me out. Looked like now he understood the game, that I only dressed up for him. He seemed horny and confident.
I asked with a smile to tease him, "kaise hain, ye kapde?"
He grinned and said, "bhabhi, aapke ye naye kapde saare mast hain!"
"Nightie aur skirt me se kaunsi mast hai?"
"Skirt mast hai bhabi, par nightie bhi mast hai"
That afternoon when I took tea for him, again I wore the skirt. As usual as I sat on the chair, I thought I heard a gasp from Manoj. I looked at his face, it was like he was in a shock. I looked at the mirror to see that the skirt was more shorter than the nightie and had ridden up more than I expected. My panty covered pussy was clearly visible! I had never thought this would go so far. But this also made me super horny to correct the mistake. I thought since he has seen it already, why not show?
This went on for a week again. Even when I wore nightie for him I made sure he had a view of my panties whenever i went there. I wanted to tell this to my hubby but didn't know how. So when I saw his mobile phone one day, I had an idea. I asked him "idhar baith kar kaise dikhti hun main?"
