They were a Marwari couple and were my neighbors in the apartment. Vishal was a middle aged guy and his wife Shraddha was pretty young lady in her mid 20s. Shraddha is a very attractive housewife healthy in build with good height milky white complexion. But her sex appeal lies in her in the face kind of breasts and nicely rounded ass.
Every time I see her my eyes invariably either get drawn towards her navel or her beautifully round boobs. Many a times I even shagged thinking of her naked body. I always believed that if I ever wanted to fuck a married lady she is the one who has the perfect body. Her smile was always shy and innocent but it can make even sage as a pervert. You just can't control your lust when such a beautiful, luscious, meaty female moves right in front of you.
One day Shraddha came to my house. She appeared tired and exhausted with the days work. She was in a light yellow saree and low cut blouse which was not able to fully cover her well endowed chest. Looking at her deep cleavage at such close quarters made my blood rush. She requested that she had to make a phone call as the outgoing facility of their phone is not working (due to non payment of bill which I could guess later). I gladly let her use the phone in the hall and sat reading the news paper and was literally fucking her with my eyes from a distance. I felt the urge to just jump on to her push her to the ground and mount on her. I was imagining her breasts getting crushed under my chest. I could even feel her kicking me with her legs. I could feel my fists get clenched as I could see me pinning her both hands to the floor so that she cannot move. I could as well bite her soft lips lift her sari up with one hand and touch her milk white thighs and finger her triangle which I am sure would be soft and smooth. I wish I had the guts to do that but it needed even more guts to let such an opportunity out of hands.
As I listened to the conversation I could make out that she was talking to one of her relatives and pleading them to give some hand loan as their financial situation is tight due to loss in business and the debtors were knocking at her door every day. In fact I also could make out that her husband was out of station just to escape from the mounting pressure on him day by day. I could see her sobbing quietly in between and making every attempt to convince the other person that she desperately needs some help.
After the call she just got up thanked me and left.I could see that she was feeling ashamed that her dire situation is pretty well known to me. she used to come asking for hand loan of 1000 or 2000 assuring that her husband would return it as soon as he is back in town. I used to make sure that I delay giving the money talking her into a conversation or taking her along with me to the ATM center or ask her to come after an hour or so which usually stretched into late evening. In all these instances she could make out that I used to look at her with lust in eyes and used to touch her with some or other pretext. In spite of that she had no choice but to approach me. She was very sure that her husband was a coward and would not return in the near future.
One day she came to my home telling that the house owner warned her to either pay the rent in 2 days time or vacate the house. She now by understands that no one would pay her big amount out of charity and she was clever enough or rather desperate enough to make it appear as if she is at my mercy as she was totally dependent on me. Her desperate need made me more and more bold. I told her that I have a suggestion for her and she should not feel bad about it.
She was relieved and told me, "tell me, what ever I will do?"
I am sure she expected me ask her to sleep with me.
I coolly told her " I have an old business man friend who is very wealthy and generous but he is a womanizer. If one night you sleeps with him he will pay enough for her sustenance for few months."
She asked me directly "how much he would pay?"
I was shocked but admired her guts.
I told her" he would definitely pay 50,000. he may pay even more if he likes you, But he is extremely choosy about the beauty and also the way the woman satisfies him in the bed."
Then she stood up and dropped her Pallu and asked me "Don't you think I am beautiful?"
I could not believe my eyes. The transparent off white sari she was wearing was complimenting her skin. She had the perfect shape. She has mischievous eyes and seductive smile but they did not matter now. Her cute round lips, her pink glistening cheeks, her long neck were not able to distract my eyes. I was totally absorbed looking at her voluptuous breasts. They were tight, round and well shaped. The blouse she was wearing was barely able to hold her beautiful melons. The edges of her breasts were bursting out as if wanting to be touched, pressed and squeezed.
Her waist was amazing as if some sculpture took ages to get those angles. The belly was neither flat nor full. It just had enough flesh to make my eyes pop out in awe.
She did not let me enjoy fully her frontal beauty as she slowly turned around while dropping her sari gradually. Now I can see her back. As if she knew my desire she took her hair and folded it up so that I could see her nakedness above and below her blouse. I could make out clearly the shape of her buttocks under her lahenga(a marwari kind of Outskirt). As if two huge foot balls dangling. I had an instant urge to hold them and press them with all my strength and rub my dick against them.
Even that lasted a few seconds she quickly turned back and faced me again. The smile on her face suggesting that if this is not beauty then what else is. She stretched her hands above her head as if yawning. I could get a glimpse of the bottom of her breasts which are now not covered enough as her blouse moved up. I knew immediately that she was not wearing a bra.
I took few steps toward her and stood close to her and said "Hmm, well your dress is very pretty it makes you look gorgeous it might make any one look sexy."
