Hi guys, I'm Rajan, I think you would love my last part. Please read the story step by step, so that you can also feel the pleasure which I came through while fucking kowshalya. Please share your comment, like and support. Praising makes one more comfort to move forward. My kowshalya has a habit of praising me that She felt as a woman while sharing her bed with me. Even. She was a good housewife of someone, it is hard to get the praise that we are better than their husband, but in my point, it goes to next stage. Now the story begins, While a happily married wife of other man gives a green signal. We won't think about How do we are going to execute our plan. I'm in the same situation. I get down from my house and tried to go to her house through steps, but she stopped and asked me to use backside of the house. It makes me to feel proud of me that a high-profile and happy Married wife get ready to cheat her husband to satisfy her hunger with my cock. She put a ladder on the wall and ask me to climb through it, she use a one hand to catch the ladder and other hand to hold her petticoat Exposing her melons. What a scenario wow, Her melons are struggling to jump out. I'm starving to eat those melons. While climbing, I tease her by saying that Aunty If it is tough to hold please leave it. I will take of it (Her boobs). It makes her aroused, she suddenly turned back with a shy smile in her face.
Me: Aunty, Why are you not facing me? Then why did you call me? (After some time with silent shy smile, She is used to playing as a good wife)
Kowshalya: Yeah I called you to ask, why are you always watching me by standing there daily, It makes me feels bad. (My mind voice: try your best as a good wife, but after some time I will make you to pay for it with your body. Now I have another plan to play with her)
Me: Aunty, I came here to ask you for some sugar.
Kowshalya: (She smiled) Yeah it is in kitchen.
Me: (My mind voice: Give it to your husband) l want the real sugar.
(I slowly move towards her and stand near her, we are standing close. She was breathing heavy)
Me: Aunty please help me to reach the sugar.
Kowshalya: Sure
(But there is no movement in her)
Me: Can I say one thing.
Kowshalya: Mmmm
Me: You look like an angel in your saree.
Kowshalya: Thank you.
Me: But you are so hot in nighty.
(She smiled)
Me: Especially In recent days, You look sexy in your saree and nighty (means: without inner and unzipped nighty)
(Same smile)
Me: Why are you so quiet. If you feel uncomfortable to talk with me please say it. I won't disturb you.
Kowshalya: No, You make me embracing by your words. No one say this to me other than you.
Me: Even your husband won't praise your beauty.
Kowshalya: Never, He was always busy in his work.
Me: If you don't mind, can I ask you a question.
Kowshalya: Mmmm
Me: Is there any problem between you and your husband?
Kowshalya: No, He is a good human. Someday He used to stay at nights without any proper food to earn more money only for me and my son. He gave me full freedom to do what I want to do. He many times sacrifice his happiness to make us happy.
Kowshalya: But women really need is a man to share her thoughts, an arm to console her and hands to weep out her tears. These are things which makes her feels secured even in his absence.
(She starts to cry)
(Suddenly, I went near her to weep out her tears. I caught hold her hands)
(She look into my eyes with love)
Me: Can I hold your hands aunty.
Kowshalya: No problem.
Me: Don't worry aunty. I'm here with you.
Me: You can feel free to share your thoughts with me. Yes I'm just a neighbour, I know it's not my limit but I repeat If you feel better sharing, you can share anything with me.
Kowshalya: Thank you. It feels better after talking with you.
(She hugs me tightly and we feel each other)
(l can feel her nude body because she was wet inside and only one bloody cloth border between us)
(After sometime, She came to the thought that she was only in her petticoat which was not even tied).
(Suddenly, she separated from me and got hold her loose petticoat and stand aside from me, with a shy smile)
Me: If you don't mind, can I tell you one thing? aunty.
Kowshalya: Don't call me aunty.
Me: Then how can I call you.
Kowshalya: Call me Kowshalya.
Me: Ok Kowshalya.
Kowshalya: What's the matter please say it, I won't mind.
Me: You look so hot by holding your petticoat. Why can't you prefer dresses like this daily. It exposes you to make you more beautiful.
Kowshalya: Chee you naughty guy.
Me: You look like Ava Addams and Lisa Ann.(Its true)
Kowshalya: Who are they?
Me: Don't you know them they are Hollywood actress. If you go to their field all their heroes will surely act at least 3 or 4 movies with you. They will train you well and teach you how to perform in their movies. And you will be the best performer of the year in all category.
Kowshalya: Stop it. You are praising me more. I won't see Hollywood movies.
(Me: Thank god, Don't worry I will fuck you to the core and make you the best performer in sex)
Me: You look so beautiful in this look.
Kowshalya: You have already said this.
Me: You deserve this, I will say it 1000 times.
Kowshalya: You are making me to feel high.
Me: Where is your son?
Kowshalya: He went to school.
Me: When will he return to home?
Kowshalya: Evening, and my husband will come by night only.
(This surprised me, because I only ask about her son, but she says about her husbands arrival)