Fiery Relationship with House help Part 1

Hi all, this is Rishi, writing about new developments in my sexual life after a long time. Even though I have not been writing, I have been reading through the amazing stories being posted on ISS. This is not just reading porn but an art form in itself.

I am Rishi Arora, 35, married and living in Gurgaon. I am 5’11 and able to maintain decent physical health with consistent gym visits and weekend tennis games.

I am from Delhi. My wife and I moved into Gurgaon in 2023, when we bought an apartment near Golf Course Road. It is a high-rise on the 9th floor. It has 3 bedrooms and a servant room, which we have made into my home office.

At the new place, we struggled with the house staff, maid and cooks. We couldn’t settle and had to change twice and thrice. Finally, we settled with the cook and maid. This series is about our maid, Naureen (Mini).

While initially there was no desire or attraction. My wife and I have quite an active sex life. We got married in 2020 and make out frequently. However, as we all know, frequency and intensity reduce with time. Still, I was happy with weekly lovemaking and occasional shagging, reading through ISS.

When Mini joined us, I used to treat her as usual; I had no such intentions towards her. It was my wife who was mostly dealing with her, and I had barely any interactions. She used to do our housework and dishwashing for us.

Mini is a Bengali Muslim. She is living in Gurgaon with her husband, who is a plumber and 2 daughters. She is 30 years old, dusky, but has a body to die for. She wears suits which are always body-fitting and which enhance her curves like anything.

Her shoulders are strong, her arms are meaty, but no extra fat. Her breasts are full, and her stomach is slender. Her pyjamas are always churidar, which are body-hugging and mostly white. Whenever she is mopping, her thighs are a sight. Strong, meaty and muscular.

You can steal a few glances at her ass as well, which is amazingly round and looks delightful. She is 5’3 and weighs decently. I didn’t notice all these things initially, but one incident made me look at her differently.

It is July 2024, and the rains have started. I was working from home, and Mini came for her evening chores. She went to the service balcony alongside our kitchen to refill the dishwashing soap. Suddenly, it started to rain heavily with strong winds, and our metal ladder fell on her right foot.
I got startled by the sound and rushed to the balcony to check what had happened. I saw Mini crying in pain, lying on the floor, fully drenched in rain. Her wet hair was falling on her face, and her cleavage was on full show. Her pyjama got transparent, and I could clearly see the shape of her underwear.

She looked like a sex goddess. I literally got a hard-on and kept staring at her for a few seconds. Instinctively, I extended my arm to her for her to hold so that I could pick her up. But she looked in my eyes like she would require more than just my arm to get up.

So I bent further, put my left hand under her waist and her right arm around my neck to pick her up. She smelled different. I have made out with house helpers before in my younger days, and suddenly, those memories got hold of my emotions.

I was holding her waist right at her love handles, which were small but were there for sure. I had a hardon. While taking her inside, my hard-on brushed against her ass. I am not sure she felt it, but I did feel her ass on my dick. It sent shivers down my spine.

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I sat her down on a chair in the hall and offered her some water. She was still crumbling in the pain. I sat down and asked her to show me her ankle. She was reluctant and said no a couple of times, but then gave in. Her ankle got swollen, and I was afraid that it could be a fracture.

I brought an icepack from the fridge and put it on her ankle, and kept her leg on my thighs while applying the ice pack. The swelling started reducing, and I thanked the stars that it was not a fracture.

Me: We are lucky, swelling is reducing. This may not be a fracture.
Mini: Thank you, bhaiya, you are so kind. Leave it, I will apply an ice pack myself.
Me: Don’t worry, let me hold it for some more time.

I could see that she was looking at me differently and blushing a little. I was glancing at her thighs in between; they were mesmerising me completely. While holding her foot, it touched my dick a couple of times. She left a sigh both times, like it’s hurting her, and I apologised. But she blushed further.

In between, I got a call from my wife that it’s raining heavily. She would not be returning from Delhi, where her office is, and would stay at her relative’s place. It started raining heavily and got pitch dark.

Me: Looks like rain is not going to stop, wife won’t be coming home either.
Mini: I should leave then, before the roads get flooded with water.

And she started to get up, but her ankle hurt more, and she fell back on the chair.

Me: Don’t rush. Let me get you some medicine that would reduce the pain, and then maybe you can leave. Let me also make coffee for you.
Mini: No, no bhaiya, not needed.

But I insisted, and she agreed. I got in the kitchen to make coffee. I was looking at her in between, and she was just looking at me constantly.

Mini: Didi is so lucky to have a kind husband like you. You do so many house chores, caring and looking good.

She blushed, saying this, and I was taken aback by her good-looking comment. But just smiled and didn’t let her probe further. I gave her coffee and a few cookies. Sat next to her and was sipping mine.

Mini: Such good coffee, I have had coffee after a year.
Me: You should make one whenever you want here.

She smiled the biggest and blushed again. I was feeling weird that I was doing nothing, and she was going bonkers. I then gave her medicine and asked her if she wanted to lie down in the guest room. Maybe wanted to change her wet clothes.

After a couple of nos, she agreed, but couldn’t move on her own. So, I held her the same way. This time, I felt her waist a bit more than just holding, to ensure she also feels it. This adventurous feeling was amazing and made my dick harder.

I took her to the guest room and gave her a pair of my wife’s clothes to change into, and left the room. I was contemplating that the situation is such that I can take advantage and maybe can make out with her. There is no fear of being caught, and she also seems interested. Then I heard her calling my name.

Mini: Bhaiya, Didi’s clothes are too tight for me. Do you have anything loose?
Me: Should I give you my t-shirt and pants?
Mini: Mmm, ok.

I took a tighter t-shirt of mine and lower to her and knocked on the door. She opened the door to an amazing view. She was just in her undergarments, hiding her skin behind her wet clothes. Her olive-coloured, healthy skin was glowing in the lamp’s yellow light.

I could also see the curved lines of her waist and thighs; this was getting too much to handle. She was looking straight in my eyes with seduction. I was getting weak in my legs.

Her lust game was top-tier. I extended my hand with clothes, and while taking the clothes, her cold fingers touched my hand. This is now or never, I thought.

I will progress the story in the next part. Feel free to drop your comments at .