My Father Fucked The Maid part 1

Hi everyone. This is Nisha here. I’m a young girl of 19 years with a sexy body and big boobs. I have been an avid reader and have wanted to write some of my fantasies. For a sample, I want to share about how my father, Brij has had sex with our gardener’s wife, Dudhiya. Incidentally, her name Dudhiya which means Milky is because of the color of her skin- milky white. She’s a fair female of about 25 years. She has a figure of a voluptuous item number girl. Round curvaceous boobs, thin skinny waist and global ass. Even women will be envious of such an attractive figure and a beautiful face. My mother, Kavita is the first bomb in my dad’s life. She’s equally attractive and sexy. Since the time I became aware of sex and the physical pleasures of partners, I have been watching how my mom keeps my father’s libido on a high. She wears the sexiest, tightest blouses ever seen. Her low back and backless strapped blouse are a sight that no man can forget. I have a separate room of my own as we are an affluent family in New Delhi. We have a huge property of 15 acres in Meerut, where I lost my virginity. But I’ll write about that later. Brij and Kavita are horny beasts. I have seen Kavita moving around Brij with jhatkas and seducing his big cock. I have seen her exposing a huge part of her boobs and cleavage when I’m not around. She has made sure that her partner is sexually satisfied man. She wears the hottest, brightest colors in the most modern patterns. Permit my language as I’m being open here. Shameless as it seems, I’m here to disclose all my observations on sexuality. If you’re offended, please switch to the next story. But my assurance is at the end of my narration; you will be nursing your private parts and yanking away to ecstasy. Since the age of 15, I have been watching my Brij’s behavior. I grew up with spoilt brats of girls and guys but have never lost my virginity till about 6 months ago. I have seen Brij and Kavita in nude. I have watched them adore and explore each other’s bodies religiously every night. And I have felt a gust of orgasm when Kavita screams to express her complete satisfaction. On one occasion, I saw Brij putting his hands on Savita aunty’s waist and pulling her to a hug. Savita aunty is my mom’s sister. When they saw me entering the room, they separated and laughed it out like good old friends. From then on, I have wanted to know about what happens in the bedroom. My exploration of sex began and ended at my parents’ window, from where I watched their sexual activities. One day, I overheard Kavita, “Sunoji, aaj mera mahina chal raha hai. Main nahin karungi.”[Dear, I got my periods today. I won’t fuck today.] “Aaj mujhe karna hai. Main tere choot ka maza nahin chodunga. Aaj bhi tu utni hi garam aur nasheeli hai jitni 15 saal pehle hua karti thi.” [I want to screw. I want to take the juices of your cunt. Even today you have the same heat and hypnosis that you owned 15 years back.] Brij erupted in frustration. “Please, aaj mujhe rest karne do. Main promise karti hoon, kal aapko shaant karungi.” [Please let me rest today. I promise I’ll satisfy you tomorrow.] I was surprised. A period will last for 5 to 7 days. How can she admit to such an order? I found her convincing our gardener’s wife the next day. Dudhiya is our gardener’s widow. He expired about a month ago due to a heart attack. He was 48. Dudhiya came down from the village to work in our bungalow as our maid. With two sets of elders to look after (her parents and her in law’s), she took up her duties sincerely. Kavita gave her a small room on our terrace to stay. The next day, I overheard Kavita. “Dudhiya, tune kitne achi tarha se apne pati ki kami poori kar di. Hum tere kaam se bahut khush hain.” [Dudhiya, you have filled up your husband’s place so nicely. We are very happy with you.] “Sach memsaab ? Main aap dono ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon. Mere jeevan ka sahara to aap hi ho. Agar aap log nahin hote to main kahan jaati; kisse apne parivar ki bhook mitati? Memsaab, kya mujhme kuch kami hai. Agar hai, to woh main khatam karungi.”[Really madam? I can do anything for you. You both are my life support. If it weren’t for you, where could I go? Who else would have seen my family? If there is something where I should improve, Please tell me, so I will change.] I saw my mother looking at her from a different angle. They didn’t know I was watching from the window. She roamed around her and put her hand on her shoulder. She was in an orange saree. She pulled her palloo down and exposed her blouse, and her spectacular figure. Her boobs were round and big. Her blouse tightly held on to them. Her flat stomach was a clear picture of a creamy track. Any man will be mad at seeing her deep navel. “Ye kya kar rahe hain, memsaab?”[ What are you doing, madam?] “ye blouse utaaro.”Kavita ordered. [ Remove your blouse.] Read next part of story