My Sexy Buxom Wife And The Servants – Part 1

Dear friends, this is a true story which took place in Assam. I am Samar and my wife is Manasi aged about 32 years. Like most Assamese girls Manasi is quite beautiful, a bit on the plumper side with a stunning figure of 38-26-40 height (medium height) 5ft 2 inches and 65kg. Right from the time of our marriage I wanted her to be sexy and well maintained. I used to send her to gym, yoga classes for swimming and I also urged her to go to beauty parlours on a regular basis. I also imported costly medicines for her to enlarge her boobs, thighs and rare cosmetics for skin and complexion. Her most attractive feature is her smooth, silky and soft milky white complexion, big up thrust boobs, quite difficult to hide in clothes, heavy buttocks and huge fleshy thighs. She resembles an American blonde girl or rather a full woman and a sex bomb like the actress Huma Khan.

Manasi is a simple girl but loves sex and I taught her many things. I trained her on the art of sex which you will find out here and techniques to please me in bed and how to be fully submissive and cooperative. I would like to share with you her story how she was intimately used by our servant Saikat and his friends Mulla, Bashir Ali and Dhanpat and the best part is that not only she performed very well but her affairs helped make her more wanton.

Saikat was about 66 years of age but he looked 55 and he had a huge body weighing about 100 kgs, ugly looking with tobacco-stained teeth. He had coal black complexion, was hairy and looked like an Indian raw wrestler with huge arms and legs. He was in fact a wrestler in his native village in Bangladesh. He had married thrice. His two elder wives had died and his third one lived in Dhaca. He shifted to Assam for work because wrestling was not giving him a good earning. It was just about a week he was employed by me for cooking. He had been out of home for about a year and he was sex-starved.

It was around the third day I found him peeping into the bathroom when Manasi was bathing and I knew instantly that his intentions were doubtful. I couldn’t decide on what his inner intentions were so I decided to test him out. I had a lot of sexy snaps of Manasi and from this collection I selected some decent saree snaps of Manasi alongwith one in a skimpy two-piece bikini which showed all her body quite well and I carelessly left them in a place where Saikat would find them. That evening when I came from office, I found that the snap of Manasi in bikini was missing. I was sure he had taken it

Saikat lived in the servant quarters, a single room in the outskirts of the compound. When I was sure he wasn’t around I decided to go to his room to find out. It wa around 8pm and quite dark. I reached the servant room and there was light inside and I peeped into the room. What I saw shocked me! Saikat was masturbating. A huge black cock in hand he was rubbing it up and down in slow delicate motions. In front of him on the table was a glass of cheap liquor and Manasi’s bikini snap kept upright against the liquor bottle! He adored her!

Several thoughts came to my mind instantly. First it wa his massive phallus, which was a good 9 inches long and about an inch and half wide, the grayish-pink head glistening with pre cum. I got a gut feeling that soon it would be churning Manasi’s cunt with that thing. He was preparing for the great onslaught.

Again, I was feeling an anger creep up my spine as to how a low caste dirty old guy, her father’s age could even think of having Manasi as his lover and fucker in bed? I thought on how I could allow such things to happen? However, his cock had a sort of mesmerizing effect on me and I felt guilty to think that I wanted to see how Manasi would take it inside her soft juicy cunt.

Siaikat usually comes to our room at about 9pm to give the milk glasses. So at around 8.30 I asked Manasi to put on a tiny bra and nothing more than a delightfully short plated skirt. I selected these myself, specially selecting the tiniest ones available in her almirah. Manasi obediently went to the bathroom, changed and emerged. Wow! What a look! She was practically naked! Both her boobs ballooned out of her bra almost fully except for the nipples. Below the black skirt hardly covered her naked pussy! I was preparing her for the dammed servant!

“Saikat will come now” she protested. “So what?” I replied, “you think he hasn’t seen a woman?” “he has three wives” I added to convince her. “Three?” she muttered with wide eyes knowing the truth for the first time. “But I feel shy, I am almost naked.” “Come on babe, be a sport” I consoled her.

Just then Saikat entered the room. His mouth opened wide to see her like that and I pretended to be engrossed in a book. Manasi was standing before him showing him everything and I could see his eyes roam over her body lewdly. It was apparent that he loved to see her so obscenely dressed.

“Memsaab, can you come to the kitchen? I have to show you something,” he was inviting naked Manasi to see her well. “You go to the kitchen” I ordered her and don’t disturb me I will sleep now I’m tired,” I said. “Saikat, see that you learn where what is kept in the kitchen, Manasi will show you.” “ji Saabji jaroor” “Come memsaab” he ordered her and she obediently followed him out of the room.

I followed an instant later. I heard the kitchen door being locked from inside, but I knew from where I could peep in.

Saikat did not waste even a minute on formalities. The big guy was behind her, his hands thrust under her arms cupping the exposed breasts. He was pulling her onto his front. I was sure his cock was firmly wedged between her buttocks. His face was dazed. The feel of her big soft boobs were maddening him immensely. It had all happened quite suddenly, I could make out from a look at Manasi’s startled wide-eyed face. She had not imagined that the servant would do this.

“Saikatji (she called him that out of respect for a man as old as her father), what are you doing?” she gasped, unable to fathom what was happening
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“Memsaab just keep still, let us enjoy” he gasped, running his palms over the flair of her breasts. “Please don’t do this” Manasi begged.

“I can’t leave you Memsaab, you are so beautiful and from the first day I saw these balls I knew I had to make them mine.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

Her hands crept up to her chest, trying to dislodge his hands while her ears were turning red in shame. Hard as she tried she could hardly move within his massive gorilla-like arms. It was impossible to dislodge his huge hands. At first he felt the size, shape and smoothness of her big boobs then he started to knead them with more power. The pressure increased as his animal instincts got aroused and Manasi started to moan. Though she did not want to make a noise the sounds came instinctively, as rough mature hands vulgarly groped her full tender balls.

“Saab is there in the house” I heard her mutter under her gasping breaths. So! It meant if I was not there she would let him do it! The black guy was exciting her expertly. Soon her hands fell to her sides as she offered her boobs to him freely. Seeing a quick abject surrender, Saikat was overjoyed and in a quick move he ripped off the bra she was wearing so that her naked breasts bounced out into his waiting palms. He threw the bra on the floor. He held her wrists and guided them behind his head. Manasi was now standing with arms raised and both her naked boobs thrust upwards defiantly, the grape-like nipples rising erect because of the crude fondling. Now he could hold them freely. “That’s better Memsaab” he grinned at her, pleased.

“These are lovely, Memsaab” he hissed, digging his black pudgy fingers into the soft raised mounds. “This is how I want you” he blurted. “Give them to me…. Aaaaah” Her boobs were now at his mercy. “Slowly please…” she begged. Instead he molested them harder making her cry out. “You need good massage, Memsaab, to keep them fit” he cried, “ and I will help you every day to keep them in shape. Besides you are not a small girl you are a woman and you have to give me a feel of your balls like this” he exclaimed. “Am I right?” he asked her. She was quiet. “Answer me! I like a talking partner.” “Yeees” Manasi replied helplessly. “Will you give them to me for daily massage, Memsaab?” he asked her. I heard her whisper a “Yes.”

The sight of the huge black hands squeezing her milk pots was quite arousing because I was sure that the fellow had never touched such big and beautiful breasts and that too of a full bodied woman. Moreover she was offering them to him with raised arms and full cooperation. He was not going to leave her easily. His squeezes of her easily accessible breasts were now more profound, harder and the kneading was harsh. Her big chubby balls looked small in his big palms. He crushed them vigorously and pulled them outwards as if to uproot them from her chest.

Manasi’s head rolled back on his chest as she resigned to her fate. She just gasped and moaned. He molested her for a good twenty minutes till her boobs had turned red. He kept on asking her how she liked the massage and she would just nod in acknowledgement. I knew that Manasi had not got such treatment before, it was the first time and from her expression I could guess that she had come to orgasm at least twice.

In a jiffy he removed the lungi he was wearing and placed his hard cock between her nude buttocks. The contact was almost immediate because the rather too short skirt didn’t hinder the movements at all. He nudged his torso closer to her rubbing his dong on the soft flesh of her buttocks.

They were having sex. Manasi’s face was florid with shame, humiliation, despair and she just closed her eyes as if to shut off the low caste repulsive guy but the feel of a raw man as old as her father, against her body with his pennies between her plump ass was making her hot and randy. The closeness of their bodies was making them both get terribly aroused and none of them could refrain from that primal sexual need to have intercourse.

One hand was on her breast while one sneaked down to her crotch which was easily available for him and he felt her pussy. It was the secret feminine place which he wanted to dig into with love and lust. His face lit up as the feel of her fleshy pussy promised for good things to come. And a mature guy like him could easily evaluate a woman’s sexiness from the feel of her pussy. She winced as the strange hands passionately groped her private part. He caught one of her wrist and guided it to his manhood. Her hand jerked off once or twice but he was persistent. At last she held it. Manasi had accepted him! My heart leaped. I knew not whether it was for repulsion or a strange desire to see her get boned by this dirty low-caste dude.

His hands went on crumbling the squashy boobs which he got for the first time. Slowly he edged her towards the kitchen table.

I saw him apply spit on his black bonner and also lavishly on her cunt lips. Then he ordered “take it Meemsaab, take it. It is yours.”

My heart skipped a beat. She was actually guiding the huge pole to her cunt. “Aaaaah” he cried as he entered her inch by inch till he split her insides to hitherto unknown proportions. “Aaaaaaaaah” Manasi too added to his cries. Soon he was right inside my wife upto the hilt. Then he did a strange thing. He pulled it out and inserted into her in a hard single shove. The force was so great and animalistic that Manasi bent forward, mouth open in awe and eyes wide, crying like a goat which had its throat cut.

“You like it Memsaab?” he hissed. Manasi could only nod. She meant yes. He withdrew fully and rammed her repeatedly as if to prime her and prepare her for cosy sexual action.Manasi had another shattering orgasm and I bet her pussy was fully wet.

He fucked her slowly with full deep strokes enjoying her slimy warmth. “You like it?” he repeated. He held her hair pulling her head roughly backwards, nuzzling on her neck “answer me.” “Yes Saikatji” I heard her say. “Good Memsaab, I like a talking woman.” “Tell me what you like.” “This is the first time I’m taking a Muslim cock” she uttered shamelessly. “I’m the first?” “Yes.” She replied. He liked it. Indeed it was the first time Manasi was taking cock of another man.

He held her in a tight, intimate embrace resting her against the kitchen table and began to stroke her fervently. Manasi held onto the edges of the table with her hands and braced as hard as she could to take the heavy masculine thrusts or her tormenting wrestler. She just groaned and croaked like a frog as the servant defiled and degraded her. She was now his property, his cock had succeeded in bringing her down from a high-class Meemsaab to his level- his sex whore. Their bodies were like one, (a black against a white), only his bums moving back and forth. He was in a trance because Manasi felt very good this way and I knew it. He was a lucky guy to get such a young, charming and voluptuous wife for fucking.

Suddenly her body quivered in another orgasm. I could tell it from her face and I had never seen her blush so much before. She was loving all of it. Finally he held her waist and jammed his front upon her impaling her fully with his swelling tool and when he was sure that he was all the way up inside her he ejaculated into her. He filled Manasi with copious amounts of raw powerful semen. I saw his body quiver and his buttocks twinge and shudder in spasms and I knew that he was fertilizing her womb. Suddenly all was still, his work was done, he had corrupted his loving Memsaab, and both of them just stood there attached like dogs, taking deep breaths and relishing each other’s body warmth.

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to my room” he said. It was more of an order. “You have to come Memsaab.” “Ok” she replied. “I need a woman like you,” he stated, “I’ve had no sex in a year.”

“Saikatji, how you stayed without sex?” I heard Manasi ask him. “At least now I have you, Memsaab, we will enjoy life. Will you give me pleasure?” he asked. I saw his pelvis move as he was stroking his cock again inside her. Manasi’s cooperation had given him a hard-on again. “Answer me Memsaab, will you pleasure me from now onwards?” “Saikatji you have already fucked me, I am like your daughter,” Manasi spoke. “I have to obey you.” “O thanks Memsaab” he grinned in joy.

Today, I am ending the first part of my story here. In the next part read how Saikat enjoyed Manasi in his room and how he involved his friends. If you are interested than you can mail me at junekumar4@gmailcom. I could also send you snaps of Manasi and also hot action snaps of her.

My Sexy Buxom Wife And The Servants – Part 1