I got a new job in Surat after working for two years in Ahmedabad. It wasn’t easy to get a house on rent for a single person, but I managed with the help of a friend. The house was a two-storey house. The landlord lived on the ground floor, and the rental property was on the first floor. There was an open terrace on top that could be accessed via a staircase that was on the right side of the building. The owner was a man in his 50s. He was a teacher in a local school. He was a serious man who spoke very little. I found out later that he had married his wife after his first wife had passed away. His wife looked like she was from a village, but she was young, good-looking, homely, and well-dressed most of the time. He had two children from his first wife. His daughter was 18 and his son was 14. Both the children were outgoing, frank, and talkative.
I moved to the house a couple of days after I rented the house. I got used to the house and my routine. On my working days, I returned home from work at seven and minded my own business. On Saturday evenings, I usually went to Ahmedabad and returned on Sunday night or early Monday morning. I didn’t have any problems in and around the property. Sometimes, I heard loud sounds of children playing and people talking, but that was not unusual even though it was a little disturbing sometimes. But one night as I was about to go to sleep, I heard unusual sounds. I went around the house trying to locate the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom side. There was nothing in the bathroom, but it was from outside. The slapping sounds were not too loud, but they were enough to make me curious. I put a chair in the bathroom, stood on it, and looked out the small vent. It was dark, and I could only see the narrow passage on the ground floor. So I put my phone on recording mode and held it out the vent. I moved my hand slowly from side to side before withdrawing it with the phone. I played the video and I was shocked. A woman was bending over with her sari lifted up; a guy was standing behind her and moving forward and backward. I realised it was the owner’s wife and a young guy I’d seen around the area. I held the phone out of the ventilator again and recorded until the sounds stopped.
I was happy I had found a secret about the landlord’s wife. So, I waited for an opportunity to talk with her, and I got it the very next month during Holi, the festival of colours.
I went to the landlord’s house to wish the family. After we wished each other, they invited me to play with colours on the terrace with them to celebrate Holi. I thanked them for inviting me, but I excused myself, saying that I had a body ache due to overwork. They understood and didn’t insist. I, however, kept a close watch on their movements as they went up and down from the terrace, playing and putting colours and water on each other. Finally, by noon they finished their colour play. Then I heard the owner and his children planning to visit their friends and relatives and return in the evening.
After about half an hour, I saw the owner leave with his children through one of my windows. His wife was left behind to clean up the mess they had created with the colours on the terrace. I spied on her as she went up the staircase carrying a bucket of water to clean up the mess. Her white saree and blouse were coloured with the bright colours of Holi. She almost missed a step, which made me realise she must have had Bhang while celebrating the festival and was now high. In case you don’t know, Bhang is a drug that is usually mixed with milk or lassi in India and consumed while celebrating Holi.
I followed her up the stairs to the terrace. I watched her walk unsteadily towards the table on which there were open packets of colour and a pitcher containing the mix of bhang and milk. I looked around and found the terraces on other houses were deserted.
I caught up with her and greeted her. She was surprised to see me. She greeted me shyly and offered me a glass of the drink prepared for the occasion. I requested that she drink with me. She told me she was already high, but she’ll drink little more with me because it is Holi. I thanked her and we drank together. When she finished her drink, I put down my half-finished glass and told her it was time to apply colour on each other. She applied a tikka on my forehead. But instead of doing the same to her, I applied a palmful of colour all over her face and neck. She shrieked in surprise and tried to do the same to me. I escaped and ran away from her. She ran after me, trying to put colour on me. The reserved housewife with secrets was transformed due to the effect of Bhang. She had lost her inhibitions and she was suddenly carefree and enjoying herself.
I let her put colour on me and ran after her to put more colour on her. We ran after each other on the terrace like children throwing colour on each other.
In the process of all the running, pushing, shoving, and applying colour, her sari’s pallu had come off, and it was trailing behind her. She didn’t seem to have realised it. I could see her large breasts heaving as she breathed deeply and fast due to all the running around. She was wearing a white blouse, as it is the custom for Holi. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could faintly see her nipples through her blouse. I picked up the bucket of water that she’d just brought up and poured some of it on her head. She caught my hand and pushed the bucket towards me, drenching me. The water I’d poured on her had made her blouse almost transparent, and I could see her dark brown nipples quite clearly. Her nipples were poking against the fabric of the blouse. I took more colour and started applying it on her face, then on her neck and finally on her breasts. She did not object. She too applied colour to my face, laughing loudly as if unaware of what I was doing. I put colour on her blouse and squeezed her breasts without hesitation. When she still didn’t object, I pinched her nipples with both my hands.
She suddenly pushed me and ran towards the staircase. She briefly stopped and looked behind. Finding me right behind her, she shrieked loudly and ran down the stairs. I caught up with her on the first floor, at the doorstep of my house. I grabbed her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist, and pulled her playfully into my house. She didn’t resist. I squeezed her breasts again. She giggled and freed herself from my arms. She tried to run away from me, and I caught her saree’s pallu to stop her. She turned around, unwrapping the saree from her body, and ran away from me in her petticoat and blouse. I threw the saree on the sofa and followed her. I caught up with her as she reached my bedroom. I tried to grab her but she moved back and collapsed on my bed. I rushed to the bed, lifted her petticoat, and rubbed her inner thighs, applying colour that was stuck on my palms. She giggled without any objection. I rubbed her pussy through her undies. She moaned and gazed at me, biting her lower lip.
I raised my eyebrow, questioning her if it was okay. She gave me a nod and an encouraging smile. Having got the green signal, I pulled down her undies. She lifted her butt to help me pull it off. I removed it from her legs and threw it to the side. I was surprised to see a clean-shaved pussy. She had slightly plump pussy lips, and they were already slick with juice. She had become wet and aroused when we were playing Holi.
I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. I dipped my head between her inner thighs and attached my mouth to her pussy lips. I started licking and sucking her pussy fervently. At the same time, I rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. She moaned loudly and pulled my head to her pussy. She came moaning loudly within minutes. Her pussy squirted a large quantity of juice, which I lapped up and swallowed. I continued to suck her pussy. After some time I attacked her clitoris. I licked and sucked it till she came again, moaning loudly. I continued to suck and lick her pussy till she asked me to stop. I got up from between her legs. She just lay on the bed exhausted from orgasming continuously.
I removed my clothes while she was watching me with half-closed eyes. Her eyes widened when my cock came into view. I climbed onto the bed, made her sit up, and unhooked her blouse. She removed it and threw it to the side. I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her chest. Making her hold her breasts together with her hands, I pushed my cock between her large boobs and started moving in and out. After some time of this tit-fucking, I presented my cock to her mouth. She opened her mouth and I pushed my cock into her mouth slowly, allowing her to take it in comfortably. I then started to fuck her mouth with slow strokes. Sometimes I pulled my cock fully out of her mouth and made her lick my balls. When I could not control myself any longer, I pulled out and came all over her face and chest. She licked up the juice I had splashed on her face. I got off her and lay down next to her on the bed.
We rested for a few minutes. Then, she turned to the side, towards me. She pulled me close to her and guided my head to her breasts. I attached my mouth to one of her succulent-looking nipples and sucked it. I took turns to suck both her nipples while I squeezed the soft parts of her body. She moved one of her hands down and massaged my cock and balls. I became hard again.
She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, encouraging me to fuck her. I adjusted my hips, found the opening of her pussy, and penetrated her. I took hold of her breasts with both my hands and started to fuck her with deep strokes. Since I had already cum, I lasted quite some time. In the process, she came twice before I came, firing semen into her palpitating pussy.
When we got up from the bed, I saw a pool of our cum and colours on my white bedsheet. We went to the bathroom and took a bath. We soaped each other thoroughly and got turned on again. I made her kneel on the bathroom floor in the doggy-style position and fucked her till we came again.
After that incident I told her I to be careful while having sex in the passage with the boys in the neighbourhood. She thanked me for letting me know and promised to be careful. We continued to have sex frequently without getting caught for one year. Then I got a job in Mumbai and moved on with life. In Mumbai, I met a lot of bitches like her and had fun. But that is a series of stories I may share on this site if I get more free time. Enjoy guys…and girls!