Fucking my hot Bengali Maid

I had no intention of getting into a marital discord over xx-pics (xxx-pics were quite a taboo for my wife). But surprisingly Mala remained normal in her behaviour and I gathered that she had not thought of reporting this matter. May be she did not risk losing her job, maybe she knew I had no intention to harm her, whatever.

It was only two-three times a month that I would be alone with Mala. Most of the times I was in office or on tour. Then on most weekends my wife used to be at home when maid arrived. But I liked the idea of Mala’s choot getting wet by seeing my rod or seeing the pictures. So I gave her ample opportunities whenever we were alone.

I will leave a photo or screen-saver open; I will read some sexy news to show her fully erect penis and all. Then one day she took the next step, even when my wife was in the house. I was talking on my hands free phone at the door of my study room when she passed by to go to balcony. Her boobs had rubbed against my arms, I realised it a fraction later.

I did not know if it was accidental, so I waited. She had to come back from balcony and she did. When her boobs once again brushed against my arms. I knew it was deliberate. I also felt her nipples were erect this time. I saw a faint and mischievous smile on her face or was it my imagination?

My wife gave Mala 2-3 old salwar kameez. They were slightly oversized for her slim figure, but she was very happy. She will come and remove the dupatta when she entered home. That will give me a chance to look at her boobs through the wide neck line. Now I started glancing at her boobs even when my wife was home. Mala was clever enough not to show her cleavage all the time.

There was a corridor leading to front door. No one can see that part unless one is in the drawing room. She will let her boobs generously ooze out through the neckline when she mopped that place, very well aware that I am lustily looking at her well shaped boobs. Next she will work near my sitting place to see my engorged lund and she will let me see her ample boobs.

All this happened when my wife was away in bedroom or bath room. Strangely, we never had any eye contact during these sessions. I think both of us were happy with these harmless indulgences. She had started bending down when serving tea to me, almost showing her nipples. She had nearly perfect boobs despite being a mother in her thirties.
I frequently enjoyed brushing her tits accidentally while crossing each other. I will also give her a feel of my rod on her bums once a while. This I did when she washed utensils in the kitchen sink. I will approach her when her hands were occupied in washing utensils, hers lightly bent posture was more than inviting. I will reach from behind and open the overhead drip-tray to take out a water glass.

She never moved aside, always allowing me to give a gentle feel of my lund on her gaand. Initially I used to approach from one side, but I got more courage when she did not show dissent. I would now go right behind her, making attempt to make my lund enter her ass crack while I fetch the glass.

With time I also started making firm contact and kept it for a few more seconds, getting a heady feeling from her spongy ass cheeks. This will give me a tremendous hard on; I will invariably go to loo to jerk myself after some time. Around this time I also started having this weird idea of screwing her one day, may be just one good romp.

One time my wife returned home while I was in bathroom. Later she told me to keep the bed room door slightly ajar when I am alone with Mala so that the maid does not get a chance to steal anything. That was a good idea. When alone with Mala, I will keep the door open a few inches, come out of bathroom, carelessly throw the towel while dressing up, showing my fully naked body for a few seconds.

I had an idea that some time she watched me go naked, towel my lauda and bums then lift my leg to wear the undies. It finally happened one day. Our the semi-auto washing machine was also kept just outside my bathroom, with two hose pipes going into the bathroom. Mala will invariably come immediately after my bath into the room to start the machine.

One day when I was soaping my balls and dick, I noticed some movement near bathroom door. It was ajar because the hosepipes were coming through the door to the bathroom. I knew she was watching me play with my dick and balls. I quickly finished my bath and came out, wearing only a towel barely covering my ass.

She was there, fiddling with the knobs of washing machine tentatively, as if she was caught red handed. As I passed by her, she mumbled something that she needed my help to operate the machine. I turned back, now I was behind her, my entire body lined up only an inch behind her back. I asked her to show me what she was doing.

As she showed me the knobs without turning towards me, I made my move. I moved my right hand from behind her and let it go across her body towards the knobs of the machine, my arm pressing her right boob in the process. She moved back a little, only to find my bare chest now glued to her back, my lund firmly pressing her ass crack.
While her attention was diverted to all this, I put my left hand inside her kurti and touched her bare flesh above her salwar. In a quivering voice she continued the talk. I got more courage, I let my left hand go up and grab her left boob. It was heavenly. I had not expected her boob to be so fleshy and tight. Her nipples had already hardened and her whole body had stiffened in anticipation.

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