The lush green valleys of Assam, with their vibrant foliage and intoxicating floral scents, could make any heart race with desire. It was in this enchanting paradise that my husband, Sunil, was posted for his job. The serene beauty of the place captivated us both, and we were thrilled to start this new chapter. The company didn’t provide housing, so we rented a charming house nearby, its rent conveniently covered by Sunil’s employer.
Sunil’s job involved shift work—sometimes days, sometimes nights—leaving me alone at home often. To manage the household chores, we hired a maid named Asha. She was around twenty, a vision of youthful allure. Her beauty was striking: a curvaceous figure, radiant fair skin, and a body that exuded raw sensuality. Her breasts were small but perky, perfectly shaped, and her lips were thin yet luscious, like delicate rose petals begging to be kissed. Every move she made screamed seduction, and it was impossible not to notice the fire of youth burning in her.
From the moment Asha stepped into our home, Sunil was smitten. His eyes followed her every curve, and he couldn’t stop praising her. “Neha, have you seen her figure? She’s a total bombs運行!” he’d say, his voice dripping with longing. I’d laugh, fully aware of the hunger in his gaze. His eyes devoured her, as if he could see right through her clothes, imagining every inch of her naked body. Truth be told, I was equally mesmerized by Asha’s beauty. Her taut, youthful frame and the way her body moved sparked something primal in me too.
One night, as Sunil was thrusting into me, his passion unleashed, he confessed his deepest desire. “Neha, Asha is so fucking sexy. Her body… it drives me wild. My cock gets hard just looking at her.” I teased him, my voice playful, “Oh, so you’re lusting after the maid now? Tell me, what’s on your mind, naughty boy?” He hesitated, then blurted out, “I want to fuck her, Neha. Please, help me make it happen.” I chuckled, my mind already racing with ideas. “Alright, lover, she’s worth it. I’ll make her wet for you starting tomorrow.”
As we lay there, panting after our heated session, I began plotting. Sex is everyone’s weakness; all it takes is the right spark. The next morning, as Asha’s arrival time approached, I set my plan in motion. I popped a Hindi blue film into the DVD player—one with explicit scenes and dirty dialogues that could make anyone’s pulse race. The screen lit up with a couple fucking passionately, their moans filling the room. I timed it perfectly, slipping into the bathroom just as Asha entered to clean.
Peeking from the bathroom, I watched her reaction. As soon as she stepped into the room, her eyes locked onto the TV. The screen showed a thick cock sliding into a wet pussy, the woman screaming in pleasure. Asha froze, her broom forgotten. She stood there, transfixed, her breathing quickening. Slowly, she sank onto the bed, unable to tear her eyes away. The scene was getting to her—her cheeks flushed, and her hand unconsciously drifted to her breasts, grazing them lightly. I knew my trap was working.
I stepped out, feigning surprise. “Oh my God, what’s playing on the TV?” Asha jumped, startled, but her voice was thick with excitement. “Didi, it’s just us… let it play. No one’s here.” I smirked, playing along. “Asha, this stuff sets your heart on fire, doesn’t it?” I switched the channel, but I could see the spark in her eyes. Her young body was buzzing with newfound lust.
Curious, she asked, “Didi, which channel was that?” I leaned in, my voice teasing. “Want to watch more? Come back in the afternoon when you’re free. We’ll watch together.” Her face lit up, and she hugged me tightly, her body pressing against mine. There was a heat in her embrace, a silent promise of something more. “You’re the best, Didi!” she chirped before rushing through her chores and leaving.
By one o’clock, Asha was back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. I welcomed her warmly, guiding her to the bed. I opened the wooden case hiding the DVD player and slipped in a new disc—this one even hotter, featuring a young girl being ravished by two men, their cocks taking turns in her mouth and pussy. As the film started, Asha’s breath hitched. Her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled with desire.
I sat close, watching her reactions. The screen showed the girl’s pussy being licked while she moaned loudly. Asha’s body trembled, her thighs pressing together. I placed a hand on her back, feeling her racing pulse. Slowly, I began rubbing her back, my fingers tracing her spine. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into me, her warm body melting against mine. Her scent—sweet and musky—filled my senses, making my own body tingle.
The film reached a climax, with the girl screaming as a cock pounded her. Asha’s dupatta slipped, revealing her perky breasts straining against her blouse. I slid my hand to her chest, cupping her breasts gently. She gasped, pressing my hand harder against her, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Asha, feeling good?” I whispered. “Didi… it’s… so good… I’m burning,” she murmured, her voice trembling with need.
I massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She grabbed my hand, whispering, “Didi, stop… I can’t…” but her body betrayed her, arching toward me. “Just enjoy it, baby,” I purred, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips were soft, trembling, and she kissed me back, her tongue shyly exploring mine. Her hands found my breasts, squeezing them hesitantly at first, then with growing hunger. I lifted her lehenga, my fingers gliding over her smooth thighs until I reached her pussy. It was soaking wet, dripping with desire.
As my fingers brushed her clit, Asha clung to me, moaning, “Didi… oh God… I’m dying!” I rubbed her clit in slow circles, her hips bucking against my hand. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in ecstasy. Just then, Sunil arrived for lunch. He peeked into the room, his eyes widening at the sight. I signaled him to wait, focusing on Asha. “Want me to make you feel even better? Take off your clothes,” I whispered. She hesitated, “Just… touch me like this, Didi.” She lay back, her body open to me.
I kneaded her breasts, her moans growing louder. Seizing the moment, I unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her perfect tits. She didn’t protest. I stripped off my own clothes, my body aching with desire. My fingers returned to her pussy, sliding one inside her tight, wet hole. She cried out, “Didi… fuck… it’s too much!” I kept going, her pussy clenching around my finger as she writhed in pleasure.
“Want a cock, Asha? It’ll feel even better,” I teased. “Where will you get one, Didi?” she gasped. I grinned, “Shall I call Sunil? He’ll fuck you senseless.” She panicked, “No, not Babu ji!” I soothed her, “Okay, turn over. Let me massage your ass.” She flipped onto her stomach, and I placed a pillow under her hips, lifting her ass high. Her pussy glistened, open and ready. I spread her legs, rubbing her ass cheeks and teasing her puckered hole. She moaned, lost in sensation.
Sunil, unable to hold back, had stripped naked. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing as he stroked it. I beckoned him over. He crept in, positioning himself between Asha’s legs. Her pussy was dripping, begging to be filled. I nodded, and Sunil pressed his cock against her entrance. Asha sensed something, crying out, “Didi, what’s happening?” But it was too late. Sunil grabbed her hips, pinning her down. I guided his cock, aligning it perfectly with her virgin pussy.
With one powerful thrust, Sunil’s thick cock tore through her hymen, burying itself deep inside her. Asha screamed, “Fuck… it hurts!” Sunil covered her mouth, muffling her cries. Her pussy was tight, resisting his size, but so wet that he slid in with the next thrust. Blood trickled from her pussy, staining the sheets. Asha thrashed, tears streaming down her face. “Babu ji… please… slow… it’s killing me!” she sobbed.
“Shh, it’s just the first time,” I whispered, stroking her hair. Sunil slowed, moving his cock in and out gently. Her cries softened, replaced by shaky moans. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them as he fucked her. Asha’s body relaxed, her hips starting to move with him. The pain was fading, replaced by pleasure. Sunil picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her tight pussy with wet, slapping sounds. “Fuck, her pussy’s so tight,” he growled, his eyes wild.
I watched, my own pussy throbbing. Asha’s moans grew louder, “Babu ji… oh… it’s… good now!” Sunil flipped her onto her knees, her ass in the air. He spat on his cock and plunged back into her pussy, fucking her like a dog. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and she screamed, “Yes… Babu ji… fuck me!” I grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples. She was lost in ecstasy, her body shaking.
Sunil slapped her ass, leaving red marks. “You’re my slut now, Asha,” he grunted, pounding her harder. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and with a loud cry, she came, her juices flooding the sheets. Sunil kept fucking her, her tight pussy pushing him over the edge. He pulled out, spraying his hot cum all over her ass, the white streaks glistening on her skin. I rubbed it into her cheeks, savoring the sight.
Sunil collapsed, spent. Asha lay there, panting, her body trembling from her first fuck. I caressed her, “It’s done, baby. Felt good, didn’t it?” She nodded weakly. As she dressed, Sunil stopped her. “Asha, I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.” He handed her two hundred rupees. She looked at them, unimpressed. He added five more. Her eyes sparkled. I took the notes, adding a thousand from my purse. “This is for today. Want more? You know what to do,” I said.
Asha smiled, “Didi, you’re like my sister now. Who doesn’t need money?” I hugged her, “You’re my sister too. Only do this if you want.” As she left, she whispered, “Tell Babu ji… thanks.” I laughed, “For the money?” “No,” she grinned, “for fucking me.” She ran out, leaving the money on the table. Sunil was stunned. I smirked, “Looks like she wants more than cash.” From that day, Asha became more than our maid—she became our secret partner in pleasure.