Forbidden Heat: A Housewife's Secret Passion

In the sultry heat of Bangalore, I, am Meera 45-year-old from the lush green landscapes of Kerala, found myself in a situation that was both exciting and forbidden. My husband was abroad, my daughter studying in the UK, and I was left alone in our spacious Bangalore home. About two and a half years ago, we decided to rent out the first floor to a Malayali couple. The husband, Manu, a man in his early 30s with a chiseled physique and a soft-spoken demeanor, worked for an IT firm. His wife, unfortunately, was often away, leaving him alone in the upstairs apartment.

After they moved here, the wife became pregnant within six months. As the doctor suggested bed rest, she went back to Kerala. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself drawn to Manu. His well-maintained body and kind eyes sparked a curiosity within me that I hadn't felt in years. I would often prepare food for him, feeling a thrill every time he thanked me with a smile that seemed to linger just a little too long. The attraction was undeniable, and it grew stronger with each passing day. At first, I didn't have any bad feelings about him; instead, I felt a growing sense of comfort and familiarity. Unlike my husband, who was more reserved and traditional in his approach to intimacy, Manu's presence was electric, awakening desires I had long suppressed.

One day, I was rushing to catch a train to Kerala for a family function. I was in a panic, struggling to find a cab or auto. Just as I was about to give up hope, Manu arrived home from work. Seeing my distress, he offered to drop me off at the station on his motorcycle. I hesitated for a momentthen I agreed, and as I sat behind him, my hands resting on his shoulders, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The ride to the station was a whirlwind of sensations, his muscular back pressing against my breasts, the wind whipping through our hair.

We stopped at a vegetarian restaurant near the station, and Manu insisted on buying me food. As we stood close together, his arm brushing against mine, I could feel my heart racing. The attraction between us was electric, and I knew that he felt it too. When we finally arrived at the station, he helped me with my bag and made sure I was settled inside the train. As the train pulled away, I found myself thinking about him, I had feelings on him.

The next few days were a flurry of text messages and stolen glances. We would chat late into the night, our conversations growing more intimate with each passing day. One Sunday, after attending a wedding, I texted Manu to let him know I had left for the station. He asked me to text him after I boarded the train, and I sent him a photo of the bride and groom—something I hadn't even shared with my husband. He asked for my photos, and I sent him two from the weekend. His compliments made me feel desired in a way that I hadn't in years.

When the train arrived in Bangalore, I saw Manu standing on the platform. His presence made my heart race, and as we walked together, I couldn't help but notice how close we were. The ride back to my house on his bike was a sensual experience, his body pressed against mine, the wind whipping through our hair. When we arrived at my house, I invited him inside for tea. It was a cold morning, and he agreed. As we sat down to talk, I could feel the tension between us building. We spoke about the wedding, my dress, and other personal matters.

Eventually, Manu went back upstairs to his portion of the house, but the connection between us was undeniable. The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, I was feeling extremely tired due to lack of sleep. While I was locking the door, I saw Manu coming down the stairs. Since we worked on the same route, he offered to drop me to the office, which I gladly accepted. Over time, we started texting more frequently, sharing our thoughts during breaks, and occasionally meeting outside of our routine.

One weekend, I invited Manu to go to a mall with me. We booked a movie and later had dinner at a restaurant. The connection between us was becoming undeniable. During that time, we both realized we had feelings for each other. It was December, and I asked Manu if he would be okay having a beer with me. We went to a brewery and talked for hours. We also took a selfie together, and it was during that moment that he put his arm around my waist and whispered, "I love you." I was speechless. I didn’t respond immediately, but his words stayed with me.

One evening, as we sat in my living room, the tension between us was palpable. We had been flirting for weeks, and tonight felt different. Manu's eyes lingered on me, and I could feel the heat rising between us. I invited him to stay for dinner, and as we ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. After dinner, we moved to the couch, and Manu's hand brushed against mine. The touch sent electric shocks through my body, and I knew I wanted more.

I stood up and took his hand, leading him to my bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over us. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. Manu's eyes were filled with desire, and he pulled me close, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my body pressing against his, feeling the hardness of his erection through his pants. Unlike my husband, who was always quick and predictable, Manu's touch was exploratory and intense.

He lifted my nighty and put it over my head. I was completely naked right in front of him. He lowered his shorts down, and his giant cock sprung out. He was fingering me with one hand, squeezing my boobs and nipples one by one with his other hand, kissing and chewing my neck and earlobe. Now he was rubbing his cock in my asscrack with all his precum getting massaged in my ass. I couldn’t control it now, so I quickly bent down and gave him my full authority to do whatever he wanted. He wasted no time whatsoever. His cock was already oozing precum, and my pussy was already oozing juices.

He placed his huge cock head on my pussy entrance and started entering slowly. I had no time to waste and wanted a cock inside me as soon as possible. I gave a hard push-back and took his entire length and thickness inside my pussy. He loved it, and we both moaned a bit loudly with pleasure. Thank god the room was a little further. There was the slightest possibility of anyone hearing us. 

Now, Manu got hold of my breasts by bending down on me. I raised my ass further in the air and spread my legs so that he could get more access. My hands were on my knees. With every stroke from Manu, I was making my breasts swing wildly. Manu was fucking me furiously. I love hard pounding. Hence I moved my hands from my knees and moved them back on Manu's ass. I started pulling him more and more towards me.

Manu was leaning on me, so he got hold of my breast and once again started squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples hard. He banged me like a good bitch who deserves to be banged. We were fucking each other passionately. The entire room was filled with the fuck sounds and sex smell. Manu fucked me for like 10 minutes. There, I had my 2nd orgasm of the night. I quenched my pussy to my orgasm. Manu felt a hard grip on his cock and moaned in more pleasure. After my orgasm passed, I again started pushing my ass more on his cock. Manu was also in no mood to stop. He again started fucking pounding my pussy harder. We fucked like this for another 10 to 15 minutes. It was now time for both of us to come together.

Manu said in shivering excitement, "I was cumming," and started pushing me away so that he won’t impregnate me. But I was not wasting any pleasure and said, "Fuck me, Manu, fuck me harder, cum in me, I want this, I didn’t want to waste in pleasure, Manu, breed me like a bitch." This got him excited as hell. He started fucking even more furiously, and in about 4 to 5 more shots, Manu's body quenched. I felt his cock vein pulsating. His cock head got twice in size in my pussy. His cock vibrated like an electric drill, went deeper than ever, smashing every atom in my pussy. With a loud moan, Manu started unloading his hot love spray inside my pussy. Just as his first spray hit my pussy walls, I couldn’t control myself.

I also started having another orgasm. This time, it was bigger than ever. It felt like my pussy and his cock gripped so tight with each other that not even an atom could pass through. We both came and came and came. His juices filled my pussy. I couldn’t keep it all inside me. Lots of it started dripping from my pussy on my inner thighs. We were exhausted. We quickly got dressed, gave each other a beautiful kiss with satisfaction and went to sleep.

It has been 2 months since then. But I could still feel every bit of this encounter and get pleasure every time. We are still in touch and just waiting for another chance to reach heaven.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became more frequent and more intense. Each time we were together, the passion between us grew stronger. We would steal moments whenever we could, our bodies pressing against each other, our lips locked in passionate kisses. The thrill of being caught only made it more exhilarating. 

One afternoon, as Manu and I lay in my bed, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I felt a surge of desire. I was so lost in the moment that I started moaning with my lips bitten under my teeth so that I wouldn’t make loud noises. Manu's hands were all over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He lifted my dress, his fingers tracing the edges of my lace panties. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew I wanted more.

He slipped my panties off, his fingers gently teasing my clit. I moaned softly, my body arching towards him. He lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking and sucking with expert precision. I could feel the pleasure building, my body trembling with anticipation. He slipped a finger inside me, then another, his thumb continuing to circle my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I came hard, my body convulsing with pleasure.

Manu's cock was rock hard, and he positioned himself between my legs. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked on mine. The feeling of him inside me was incredible, and I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. He started to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel another orgasm building, and I matched his rhythm, my body moving in sync with his.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, the room filled with the sound of our moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. The pleasure was intense, and I could feel myself losing control. Manu's movements became more urgent, his thrusts harder and faster. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, and I knew he was close. I came again, my body clamping down on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released his hot seed inside me.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in our chests. The feeling of his body against mine was comforting, and I didn't want the moment to end. But we knew we had to be careful. We quickly cleaned up and got dressed, stealing one last kiss before he had to go.

As he left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. I wanted more of him, more of the passion and the pleasure. I knew it was dangerous, that we were playing with fire, but I couldn't resist the heat. I was addicted to him, to the way he made me feel. And I knew that I would do anything to have more of him. The contrast with my husband, who was quick and predictable, only made Manu's touch more exhilarating and desired.

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