My First Experiment- Seduction Of Milkman

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Please visit my profile, you will find me a very sexy young married Bengali housewife. To satisfy my great sex hunger, I planned with my husband to seduce our milkman. We were living in ground floor of a house in salt lake, having 2 rooms, kitchen cum dining space, 1 toilet. Our main entrance was on road side and an entry on the back. Landlord’s stay was in upper floor and entrance was a main gate at side of house and through this gate the back side door of our portion could be accessed. On entering from back door, a small passage with toilet door on left, then dining space with our main bed room door on right and after crossing the dining space, a door leading to the other room with exit gate on main road. Our housemaid, milkman everyone entered through the back gate. Housemaid finished work by 8 am and milkman arrived at about 9 am.

He was about 21/22 years, well built and healthy, I won’t say he was handsome but was well behaved which I liked. When we decided to use this man for my sexual purpose, we decided that he should be seduced very slowly, gradually increasing his curiosity and sexual attraction towards me. Initial plan was like this. My lady massagist/physiotherapist came at about 11 am. I was advised to wear a special cotton dress. A sleeveless dress, front open, with 3 buttons- 1 near breast level, other a bit above navel and the last about 3 inches lower and above vagina level. The dress ended about another 3 inches below so when I wore this dress it covered only a very small portion of my well built thighs. Practically the dress covered only about 2 inches below my vagina level.

Below this dress I wore a small panty. On a particular day I wore this dress at about 8-45 am and eagerly waited for the milkman to arrive. This 15/20 minutes wait seemed an eternity. Now the milkman, on arriving, locked his cycle with the main entrance gate and came inside from back door to deliver our share to our milk pot provided by us. When we heard the sound of his cycle being locked, my husband went into hiding to secretly look into his reaction on seeing me in this dress. I was having great palpitations and excitement. When he came inside, he was dumbstruck to see me in this sexy dress. But with great effort, I maintained my calm and casually gave the pot to him to give our share. He fumbled a lot and gave milk and slowly left.

My husband came out of hiding and congratulated me on my great and casual, normal behaviour. He explained that on entering the fellow got a big shock, his eyes and face became reddish, he was swaying a bit nervously knowing not what to do, moved his hand over his penis which might have had a small erection. Before leaving, my husband told that he looked back again at me with great curiosity in his eyes. So for next few days, I appeared in this dress before him with my husband present on some days. He became familiar with my appearance in this dress but quite often his eyes tried to explore inside the dress. This was to acclimatise him with the situation and making way for our next plan. Instead of keeping the pot on table, I put it on the ground near the door leading to the other room with some more small utensils on top. So when he came, I would go to the end of room with my back to him (he was to stand near entrance), bend forward with my legs a bit apart, so while I shall bend forward, my full buttocks, with triangular cleavage of vagina, full and open view of sexy thighs will be visible to him.

This day, when he came I moved back as planned, bent more than needed with legs a bit apart, fumbled with utensils, dropping and picking some, taking out the milk pot and spent much time in this to give this poor fellow a longer and full exciting view of my lovely buttocks, vaginal cleavage, thighs etc. He was very restless this day and while pouring our milk he fumbled very much and littered and wasted some milk as his hands were shaking and as his eyes were not on pot but glued to my lower portion. Same action was repeated for 3 more days. Next day, I tore the upper button of my dress and we kept the pot on ground but near the entrance gate so that to pick up the pot I shall have to bend forward towards him thereby exposing my breasts as the upper button was torn away.

Remember, I was married not even one year and my breasts were full and firm. As my dress had a big v cut in front, absence of upper button allowed my breasts to be much open with the cleavage deeply visible. When he came, I casually walked from the other room towards him, bent fully to expose my breasts through the unbuttoned dress, stayed in that bent position for longer than necessary to give him a great look at my well developed firm breasts which were only covered at sides by the dress and the tits being nicely visible. He became restless and again split much milk on ground. Such mental excitement was provided regularly to him. Next, we executed another plan, my husband sat at a table taking tea., myself sitting on a backless stool facing the entrance, spreading my legs quite apart with a pot on the table.

The dress is short in length, when I was seated, the lower part went back further near my groin portion, thighs were fully exposed completely up to my abdomen, panty completely visible and the vaginal triangle in full view. This caused further excitement to the milkman when he came. He was looking without hesitation directly to wards my thighs and vaginal triangle. Now we started chatting with him to make him much free and pretending not to notice that his looks are glued to my vaginal and thigh portion. To provoke him further, I passed my hand casually and slowly over my vagina portion about 2/3 times, meanwhile talking to him about this and that. Next day we took a greater action. In the dining space we had a shelf at a height which could be accessed by my husband as he was taller but I had to stand on my toes stretched, extend my hands up as much possible to take out something from the shelf.

We placed the milk pot over there. When milkman came next day, I had to stand near him as the shelf was placed somewhere above where he stood on coming. As he entered, I went near him, stood on my toes, tried to extend my hand up as much as possible to access the milk pot. So as I exerted in such way, my dress went up very much, entire body from breast level and below was fully open except the small vaginal portion remaining covered but as my entire body stretched in that fashion, the abdomen also stretched. As this day I purposefully wore a smaller panty, due to extreme stretching, the panty also slid below to some extent thereby exposing my some part of my pubic hair. To allow him a good view I took much time, may be about 2/3 minutes to take out the pot. My husband was also there as by this time we had built up a rapport to make him feel freer. Even in presence of my husband he had been looking directly towards my body and specially was looking at the slight line of pubic hair visible because of stretching of my body as explained.

He was provided such entertainment for some more days. Now we decided that enough was enough, this fellow has been provided sufficient provocation and sexual excitement and it was high time that we engage him for my sexual purpose. So we chalked out a bigger and sure shot plan, however, we were not very sure whether he would dare to engage in sexual intercourse with me in presence of my husband. If he is afraid and nervous in my husbands presence all the long days plans will become fruitless and I will be deprived of my first sexual adventure, experiment and repeated sexual orgasm. So in my next post I shall describe this sure shot plan, its execution and my wonderful fucking experience with our milkman, the first of my life outside marriage and the start of many other wonderful fucking experience. But I must whole heartedly thank my very understanding and cooperative husband who always stood by my side and allowed me to get wonderful sexual experience through many young men and varieties of strong penises.

Jharna Roy