Seducing An Indian Wife – My Young Landlady

Seducing An Indian Wife – My Young Landlady

The guy, his wife and their 2-year-old son used to live there. The first time I met the wife, she looked pretty normal draped in a saree with her kid in her lap, a very homely figure. I used to pass her every day when I went out and we used to exchange smiles. I would always be in a hurry so never really took much notice of her, until one day.

Hi. I am 23, from Kolkata. I am still studying and working as a freelancer. I am 6 ft, chubby with a 5.5-inch dick. You can get in touch with me at [email protected] I am a dedicated reader of iss and this is my third attempt at writing a story.

It was difficult to find a room in the new city after I moved to Kolkata. I couldn’t afford the good places with my modest income, and the cheap places did not want bachelors staying there. Finally, I found the perfect place. A couple had a house that was a little too big for their requirements, and wanted to put a portion on rent. The landlord, about 40, was also from an it background and so took pity on my situation and rented me the room.

The guy, his wife and their 2-year-old son used to live there. The first time I met the wife, she looked pretty normal draped in a saree with her kid in her lap, a very homely figure. I used to pass her every day when I went out and we used to exchange smiles. I would always be in a hurry so never really took much notice of her, until one day.

There was a shared dining area which I rarely used as I used to have food in the office canteen. One day the family were hosting a party with the office friends. I came home late that day and I couldn’t find dinner in the office canteen. On arriving home, I went to ask the landlord for good food places so that I could order in. As soon as I went to the common dinning area, my eyes were struck by the beauty that stood before me.

I had never seen her like this before. She looked so gorgeous, so young, barely 30. She had a red semi-transparent saree draped over her that barely managed to hide her skin which was glowing. Her black blouse under the saree was visible, and so was the ample cleavage. The saree wrapped around low on her waist exposed the little muffin top on her belly. Her slender arms and shapely ass complimented her whole look. And her lips in red were like a cherry on the top of a cake. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her and maybe I stared at her for a little too long.

When I regained my senses I saw her looking at me and smiling. I asked her “Neha, do you know any good food places where I can order some dinner?”. She said they had enough left over from the party and I was more than welcome to have some. So I agreed and freshened up and sat down at the table. She had changed into her usual home clothes as well but I couldn’t get her ravishing hot and sexy image out of my head.

As I sat at the table and she served me food, I kept on checking her out. My eyes moved from her eyes down to her thighs and back up, following every inch of her, the curves and the bulges, wondering if I’d get to see more of them some day. I think she might have noticed me checking her out like that as she was smiling and blushing too.

Over dinner, we started to chit-chat. I asked her what the party was for and she told me it was because her husband was promoted and was moving to Dubai for a couple of years. While she said that with enthusiasm and a smile on her face, I could feel her pain. My dirty mind kept thinking maybe this will give me a chance to explore her the way I want to……………

I kept my hand softly on hers and looked into her eyes. I wanted to let her know that I’ll be there even when her husband is gone to a foreign country. From that day onward I waited for the day of her husband’s departure. It came after a week and a half, and finally one day, when I came back from work, it was just me and Neha in the house. I wanted to get close to her.

I went to the common dining area and called her, she came out a little teary eyed. She was dressed in a pretty saree which meant she had just gotten back from the airport just a while back and was missing her husband.

I went close to her and kept my hands on her shoulder trying to console her, and before I knew it she was hugging me and crying. I hugged her back, as tightly as I could, and held her like that till she stopped crying. I could feel her soft boobs pressed against mine. I could feel her skin on her back as I patted her back while she cried. I could feel her waist, just the right amount of fat to make her so attractive. I could smell her, the smell of perfume and sweat on her neck as I breathed close to her ears. I could hear her sob, her boobs moving against my chest as she kept on crying.

While I kept feeling her with all my senses, I got a full erection. I was in my pyjamas without any inners, so she must have felt it press against her. We kept hugging for a few minutes after she stopped crying. I could feel her wriggle slightly, aware of my erection. I could feel her hands roll down my back close to my ass, wanting to pull me closer. I kept hugging her tight, holding her close to me, pressed against me, breathing heavily on her neck, my lips really close to her earlobes. She suddenly became aware of the situation, took her hands off me and we had to part from the hug. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the ground, and then went into her room and locked it. I stood there for a few moments, with a full erection, before returning to my room.

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