It’s Not My Fault – Part 2

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I felt so happy and super elated that my list of male admirers was already growing on my first day. A few minutes later, my milkman’s son Suresh came to deliver fresh milk. Both uncles rushed from there, seeing Suresh park his bike outside my gate.

Mostly, my milkman comes to deliver fresh milk, but today I was surprised to see his young son making the delivery. I had last seen Suresh when he was finishing high school a few years ago. My milkman comes right in and rings my doorbell at 6.30 am to deliver the milk.

Today, Suresh also came on time. Suresh had grown up into a nice, lean young man with his moustache just beginning to grow. I stopped my yoga and sat catching my breath while we exchanged greetings. I asked, “Suresh, since when did you start delivering milk?”

He replied, “Madam, I have been doing it for some time now to help my dad. Since we have fewer customers in this part of town now, we have switched areas because I have to attend college also after this.’ I continued with my yoga on purpose while still talking to him.

I teasingly replied, “Suresh, please stop calling me madam.” He quickly replied, “Okay, then can I call you aunty”? I smiled and nodded yes while continuing my yoga. Suresh stood a few feet away after keeping his milk-filled cans on the ground.

I stopped after seeing him, but he eagerly said, “Aunty, why did you stop? I can wait.” I replied, “But Suresh, I will need at least another ten to fifteen minutes to finish.” Suresh said, “That’s fine, Aunty, the sky will not fall if I deliver milk slightly late today.”

I was about to say something, but he continued, “Aunty, actually, I have never seen anyone do yoga. So, please take your time to finish.” I replied, “But Suresh, I don’t want you to get late for college”

He quickly replied, “That’s okay, Aunty, I can easily spare ten to twenty minutes for you. You please finish your yoga now.”

I continued doing my asanas in erotic positions and could feel his eyes lingering on my entire body. I stealthily looked at his crotch and noticed an above-average-sized bulge. This made my pussy tingle because this was the first time I was seeing a man’s cock from so close, and the results were encouraging.

I noticed him grab and adjust his cock unknowingly from over his pants while he continued watching me very keenly. I finished my yoga and then went inside to get a bowl to collect the fresh milk from him. Again, his eyes were transfixed on my cleavage while I was bending over holding the bowl.

This made my pussy tingle even more. I caught him red-handed staring at my cleavage, and that got him really embarrassed. I genuinely smiled at him, trying to ease the moment. It worked wonders as it did on the others. Now Suresh stared more openly at my tits and cleavage after realising that I didn’t mind it.

This was my eureka moment. I made small talk about his college and life in general while leaning forward on purpose as if trying to buy time so Suresh could enjoy staring for some more time. I looked below, and without doubt, his cock was at full mast in his pants.

This time, Suresh caught me looking at his cock. A quick look of embarrassment washed over his face. I gave him a naughty wink and a seductive smile in return to ease him up a bit.

I leaned closer and whispered, “Since when has this been happening, Suresh?” pointing to his tent with my eyes. He felt embarrassed and was about to move away.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, pulling him really close to my body in a side hug. I warmly whispered, “Relax, Suresh, it’s okay. Consider me as your best buddy with whom you can share all your secrets.” He seemed to calm down, but not as much as I wanted him to. Then I looked around and found no one close.

I quickly kissed him on his cheek. This startled and surprised him. I looked deep into his eyes, signalling him to speak up. Finally, a small, shy smile appeared on his face. I grabbed this chance and gave him a tight hug and multiple kisses on his cheeks. This worked as a much-needed ice breaker now.

I asked, “Suresh, you are such a handsome young man. You must be having so many girlfriends?”

He whispered, “Err, aunty, I don’t know how to say this.” I warmly replied, “Suresh, are you still feeling shy talking to me? Shy talking to your best buddy? Don’t worry, everything between us will always remain our tight secret.”

All this while I was still standing with my arm around his shoulder, making full side body contact. His tent caused by his erect cock was snugly resting against my thigh. He murmured, “Actually, actually, Aunty, I don’t have any girlfriends. None of the girls like me or even want to be friends with me.”

I was honestly surprised hearing this. I gave him a long kiss on his cheek and said, “Suresh, I really pity those girls because they have no idea what they are missing in life.” This brought a twinkle in his eyes. He looked at me and was about to say something.

I stopped him and turned my cheek to him and said, “Suresh, first give me a kiss before you say anything.” Suresh kissed my cheek very nervously and said: “Aunty, are you serious? Did you really mean what you said about those girls?”

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I quickly replied, “Yes, of course, dear. If I had a chance, then I would be over the moon if I had a boyfriend like you.” Now is the first time he smiled jubilantly. He said, “Aunty, how is that even possible? You are so much older than I am.”

This is exactly what I wanted to hear; now I had Suresh exactly where I wanted him. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and quickly pulled him inside and closed my main door. My hubby was fast asleep, and my bedroom door was closed, so I wasn’t worried.

I held his face with both hands and whispered, “Suresh, forget our age difference for a moment. If you had a chance, would you consider me as your secret girlfriend?”

Suresh froze for a few moments, so I shook his face to bring him out of his trance. He came to his senses and nodded yes with eyes wide as saucers. I quickly kissed his lips and said, “Thank you, Suresh, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

He was smiling from ear to ear now with overwhelming excitement. My own pussy was leaking like a stream now. This was my first real romantic kiss since my marriage. Ramesh has never even brought his lips close to mine, let alone kiss me anywhere.

I sealed Suresh’s lips in a much longer lip kiss, putting my best foot forward. I smooched him wholeheartedly like I always wanted to be kissed. Despite his inexperience, Suresh tried his best to kiss me back the same way. After the kiss, I gave him a tight hug.

During the hug, his cock was pressed hard against my crotch, making me go crazy with arousal. Maybe if I had the chance, I would have made Suresh fuck me right here, right now.

Then I said, “Suresh, you must be getting late now. We will meet tomorrow morning again.” He excitedly asked, “Aunty, would you mind if I came a little earlier to spend more time with you?”

This was music to my ears. I hugged him in all earnest, followed by another long lip kiss. I said, “Yes, dear, you read my mind. I was about to ask you the exact same thing. I will eagerly look forward to seeing you again tomorrow morning.” After he left, I went and breastfed my baby girl.

Then I settled on my sofa with the morning newspaper and coffee. Today I tried my charms on a much younger boy, but I don’t regret it. Instead, I felt very elated and proud of myself. Maybe I was corrupting a young mind, but who knows? This young boy might have already watched and jerked off to porn.

Children do grow up very quickly these days anyway, and Suresh was already in college, so he was no exception. If Suresh was not already grown up enough to have knowledge about sex, then why would he be sporting an erection and be rubbing it too?

Ramesh normally wakes up around 9 am, so I still had enough time on hand. All the events of this morning flashed in fast forward in front of my eyes, greatly arousing me. Right then, I slipped my hand inside my panties and found myself really wet.

I stripped naked right there and lay on my sofa with my fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I was imagining what it would feel like getting fucked by all my admirers, whom I met this morning, especially Suresh. Suresh, because I had seen and felt his bulge from really close, and it seemed quite above average.

I was busy moaning and enjoying myself now without a care in the world. Soon, I experienced a very thrilling orgasm, which was a first for me.  I was so happy and sailing on top of the world for the first time in years. I went to my bathroom to clean and take a bath.

Then I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts and settled back on my sofa after warming my morning coffee and newspaper. I shared the progress report on everything that happened this morning with my mentor.

It was instantly decided that from tomorrow morning, I will wear a push-up bra and a deep neck t-shirt. It will show more cleavage to all my admirers, especially Suresh. I know it sounds funny to do yoga or exercise wearing a normal bra, but here my agenda was different.

It was also decided that since I have sufficient time before my hubby wakes up, I should consider going for morning walks. I had been contemplating going for a morning walk for a long time, but never made it. Now this suggestion with a naughty hidden agenda just cemented it.

Then I told her about some random incidents where my boobs and butt were groped and felt up in public, like in the local buses or the busy marketplace. Once, even in the movie theatre, while I was entering and exiting. At that time, I was not in this present frame of mind, but I still really enjoyed it.

But now I was really desperate to become a sex toy for other men, no matter how or where or what I had to do to make it happen. Now I was all game for any type of sexual stimulation and adventure, be it anything, small or big, with anyone, I was ready and desperate as hell.

After my husband left for work, I took my bath and sat down waiting for my maid Vimla. She had called me last evening, saying she had to go home for a family emergency. She came in accompanied by another middle-aged couple.

The woman’s name was Nirmala, and she was the replacement maid. Vimla said she was going to tag Nirmala along to show her the work to be done and the way to do it the way I want it. I was disappointed because Vimla, who had worked for us for so many years, had to leave.

But I was also happy that she was so thoughtful to bring her replacement along. After the ladies left for their work, the man next to Nirmala softly spoke up, “Madam, my name is Shyam, and I can take care of your gardening and other errands if you give me a chance.”

I looked him up properly now, and he seemed like a decent guy with an average build. No six packs, no well-chiselled chest, just a normal kind of fit body for his age. I guessed he should be somewhere in his mid-forties and used to a lot of physical work, which kept him so fit.

Shyam had broad shoulders with thick arms, which made him look quite fit. I already have a gardener on call, but he never shows up on time. Most of the time, he comes drunk. I cannot tolerate it because he is hardly productive while under the influence of alcohol.

I replied, “Shyam, I already have someone taking care of my gardens. So if I need your services, then I will let Nirmala know.” He didn’t seem happy with my answer, but quietly relented.

He still tried one final time by saying, “Madam, please understand, we are very poor, and we need all the work you can give us because we desperately need the money. I swear I will do anything to make sure you will not get a chance to regret hiring us, especially me.”

During this conversation, Vimla had already left for her work along with Nirmala. So, it was only Shyam and me in the living room. During the day I normally wear t-shirts and shorts at home. Today, I was also wearing the same with inners, of course.

All the while I spoke to Shyam, he was standing with his head lowered, showing respect, and his eyes staring at the floor. But every time I looked the other way for whatever reason, his eyes lingered on my exposed thighs and big tits. I understood what that meant.

I remembered reading Sabitri’s story, where she had a great time with her gardener, Bhima. This gave wings to my imagination, making me rub my thighs together and my pussy wet. Opportunity was right in front of me now if I was ready to grab it. I decided to go for it without worrying about the outcome.

I messaged my mentor, and she was also of the same opinion. Now all that I needed was a solid excuse to lure Shyam. I picked up my phone and called my present gardener. To my good luck, he didn’t answer my call like he mostly does. This was all that I needed to put my plan into action.

To Be Continued

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