My eldest daughter was getting married to a man that was old enough to be my own father and her grandfather. But in reality he did not have long to go and an heir would grant her wealth beyond our dreams. Well, I had always thought of us as two people together but I learned once more that she was happy to push me to the side in pursuit of her ambitions.
The visits soon stopped and the calls became less frequent. She was on her own path and I had done the best for her. She would call but it was nothing more than passing conversations.
I had to build my own future without her. My relationship with Ajit was complicated. He could not leave his wife because she had a terminal illness and it would be a bad look for him. So he was happy to simply cheat on her while she had a terminal illness. Men were despicable but I always had a weakness for despicable men.
In truth, I had never been loyal in marriage. I had three previous marriages and cheated on all three husbands. I grew bored in marriages and I only ever seemed to be loyal in affairs. Ajit seemed to be the beneficiary of this as this seemed to be longest relationship in some time. My younger children did not want to visit India and I had finally found a purpose for myself. I had taken on three clients since Alisa abandoned me and it kept me busy. Ajit also kept me busy in a physical way.
As I grew more alone, I became more emotionally dependent on Ajit. After a late night fuck session, I confessed about the role of Alisa in the threesome between us.
"So, you are saying, I was Me Too'd by you and Alisa," his reaction surprised me. I thought he would be angry with me or Alisa but he was making fun of the situation.
"She did it to both of us. She wanted to break us up," I replied.
"I wouldn't mind another Me Too. That night was fucking hot," he said.
"Stop it! I don't like thinking of you with another woman," I replied a little insecure.
"It wouldn't be me. It would be both of us. Whatever happens, we would do it together," he replied.
My pussy quivered at the thought of that night and repeating it.
My children had all abandoned me as I began to work between Mumbai and Dubai as I picked up new clients. I took on a few employees to help manage clients in Mumbai as I situated myself in Dubai. Dubai gave me freedom and it was less secretive for me and Ajit as we could go out together and be more free with each other.
Ajit felt the need to spend on me to show his commitment and I could get used to the idea of being the other woman. I had an office in Mumbai but when I was in Dubai I worked out of my home office. It made life easier for me. Ajit had bought a villa for me and we could be ourselves. We had marked our territory by fucking in the pool, hot tub, sauna, each bedroom, office, kitchen, living room. I could not complain about my sex life at my ripe age.
I had a call from an American number and I thought it might be one of my children.
"Auntie, it is Radha. I have missed you so much," she shrieked with excitement. I wished for a call like this from my own children but they were all busy in their own lives.
Radha was 22 and a somewhat complex relation through my second husband. I had cut ties with my husband but my relationship with Radha remained. She was a little weird, anti-social and nerdy. She was 5'3 but she had filled out since I had last seen her. She was the only relation to come from New York for Alisa's wedding and I had given her my number. My children tolerated her as they found her weird but they had to be polite but I had a soft spot for her.
She told me she hated her job in human resources and she wished she was doing something exciting like me. It was a low entry level job but that was her limit as despite being nerdy, she never had the where with all to aspire to much else. We were talking for some time when I suggested she could work for me, if she could move to Dubai. It was one of those throwaway offers where I was just being nice to her but the logistics are so complex that I never expected her to take it. To my surprise, she jumped on my words and excitedly said yes.
"I will need to speak to your mother first," I said as I threw another hurdle to stop it from happening.
Her mother called me the next day and I could hear Radha telling her what to say in the background. Before I knew it, she had arrived in Dubai. She stayed in my villa and I let Ajit know that I had a guest staying. It would strain my relationship with Ajit but Radha would be easier to control than Alisa had been.
Radha took on the role of my executive assistant. I allowed her to manage my emails and phone calls for my business activities. She was a good organiser. It freed up some time for me and allowed me to focus on priority tasks. She took up a spare room in the villa and I kept her on the other side of the villa.
She had this frumpy way of dressing and she was so unlike my own children who were cool and trendy. She lacked confidence and she was socially awkward. She would be a project. During this time, Alisa had only called me once in the last month. She was working on new projects as a producer and made some cameo roles. She had slowly cut me out once more. If I had not seen this before, I would have been surprised. She would need me soon enough. As she always did. She still tried to control my life from our calls and talked dismissively about the usual type of men I dated.
Radha comes into my office, her cheeks blushing red and she looked more shy than usual. She looked heated as she clutched the laptop.
"What is it?" I asked as she seemed to be too stunned to speak.
"Auntie, you have an email," she said as though it was something out of the ordinary.
"Sort it in the priority folders and I will check it later," I said.
"Auntie, I don't know how to sort this," she replied.
"Just show it to me," I replied annoyed. I was in an auction for a particular classic designer bag and she was interrupting the last few minutes as the bidding got serious.
She turned her laptop to show me the dick pic that filled the screen. Ajit was announcing his arrival in style as usual.
"Now that we have both seen it, you can delete it," I replied a little tense.
She left a little relieved as I returned to my own screen to see that the bidding had expired as someone got it for $22,250.00. That should have been mine.
I decided to call Ajit as his dick pic had cost me the auction.
"When are you coming?" I asked.
"Has my dick pic got your pussy wet?" He asked.
"Were you intending to send that to me? Or my niece? She reads my emails before I do," I asked annoyed.
"Oops," he replied and I knew he did that deliberately as he was not happy with her intruding on our fuck villa.
He was arriving the next day and he was situated in his apartment so that is where I spent the first evening and returned back late.
The next morning I was working from home and it was early when Radha called me at my office.
"Auntie, you have a visitor but there is no appointment scheduled," she said.
"Don't call me auntie when we have clients visiting. Tell them to wait and after a few minutes show them in," I replied.
"Yes, Auntie. Sorry, I mean Ma'am," she replied.
A few minutes later, she knocks on the door and I beckon her in. She lets Ajit in.
Once she leaves, I ask him, "what are you doing here? We are meant to be meeting at the apartment."
He casually lay down on the couch and began to undo his trousers.
"It wasn't scheduled but you have a dick appointment," he replied as he lay on the couch with his trousers and boxers around his ankles.
"You dirty old man," I replied.
I called Radha on the intercom, "hold any calls or visits for the next hour. This is an important appointment."
"You have one hour, Mr Dick," I said as I dropped my dress and pulled down my thong. I was just in my bra as I climbed on top of that dick. I couldn't get enough of it.
"Uff! Fuck! Dick gets better each time!" I moaned as I began to ride him.
We were mid way through and I noticed him glance at the door twice. After doing so, he became more aggressive and began thrusting up to meet my downward force. He encouraged me to moan louder and put on a show.
He climaxed inside of me as I collapsed on top of him. We were both sweating and there was a shower in the office for just this reason. We showered together and he fucked me against the shower screen this time. After my dick appointment he mentioned that he thinks Radha had watched us. His glances to the door all of a sudden made sense. I would need to speak to Radha and make sure she did not let this spill to anyone.
Ajit's reaction surprised me, did he want to put on a show for Radha? She was not his usual type. The last time he had asked me to invite a client to our bed. She was 5'10, long legged model with an amazing figure. Of course, I refused using the excuse of complicating matters with clients.
After Ajit left, Radha was waiting for me. She looked nervous and uncomfortable. Even more heated than when she saw the dick pic. She could not maintain eye contact with either of us. Ajit seemed to enjoy making her uncomfortable and had a dirty grin on his face.
"Did I have any calls or messages?" I asked.
"Auntie, uhm, Alisa called," she said. I had a panicky look on my face. If Alisa knew about me and Ajit, who knew what hell she would start, now that she had influence.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
She looked frightened and began crying. She was shaking nervously.
I sat her down on a couch in the lobby and eased her nerves.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. You are like a daughter to me," I told her as I held her for a few moments.
"She wanted to talk to you. I told her that you had a meeting and to call back later. She asked who it was. I said I didn't know. He just said he was Mr D," Ajit was such a creep.
"But she refused to go away. She insisted to speak to you and began to chastise me. I was afraid and I thought if I told you then you would know but when I opened the door lightly, I saw you and Mr D. You were making love. I am sorry, auntie," she said as she threw herself in my arms. Ajit was not the making love type but I had to be tactful.
"What did you tell Alisa?" I asked.
"I returned to the phone to tell her you were definitely busy but by that time, she put the phone down. Was that your boyfriend?" She then asked curiously. I breathed a sigh of relief as the last thing I needed was Alisa meddling in my life once more.
"Can I trust you Radha?" I asked even though I had no option but to trust her.
"Yes. Of course, auntie," she replied.
"He is my lover but you must keep this our secret," I said to her.
"But he is so old," she commented. I laughed. He was younger than Alisa's husband.
"When you saw that picture, how old did you think he was?" I asked referring to the dick pic.
"Oh," she replied as she went red faced. That heat rising inside of her once more.
Ajit was busy that evening and I stayed at home. Radha was never much for socialising and was at home. She had been in her room for most of the evening and I decided to check up on her. When I went to her room, I could hear soft repetitive moans, "uh, uh, uh."
I decided to not knock. The villa had very little privacy as the bedrooms had large windows facing the garden. I stepped outside in the cool air of the guardian. I made it seem as though I was going for an evening stroll when I saw Radha. She was in her cotton panties and bra as she was riding her large stuffed teddy bear.
I crept closer as the curtains were closed but for a small gap. Her moans could still be heard.
"Uh, uh, uh. Mr D. Mr D." I really had to tell her Mr D's real name. She looked cute. Her dark dusky skin in her white cotton panties marked with small cherries. The symbolism made me wonder if she was still a virgin. She had been through college and it was hard to keep it intact after that.
I went back to my room before she found me creeping on her. Ajit had to fly back but his next visit would not take long.
The next night Radha said she was going out to movies. I asked if she had a date but she said no, she was just going on her own. She invited me but I thought better not to go. It was a bit weird but she was like that. She had no reason to hide a date from me.
I went to her room as she was out and just had a nosey around. Everything was neat and tidy. I went to her underwear drawer and went through her mundane boring underwear. I saw her laundry basket and found the cherry panties she had worn. I sniffed them and they still had a strong pungent smell seeped into them.
I lifted my nightdress and pulled my thong to the side. I slowly circled my clit as I imagined her masturbating with the stuffed toy. Was she thinking of me and 'Mr D'? Was she thinking of his fat cock?
I picked up her stuffed toy and placed it on the bed. I was under a crazy spell as I slipped out of the thong and straddled the teddy bear.
I began riding it like a woman possessed. Her panties pressed into my mouth and nose as I devoured her tastes.
"Uh, uh, uh," I moaned repetitively as I grinded against her stuffed toy, letting my juices soak in. I imagined the toy being Ajit and Radha riding him. It made me crazy the idea of watching them fuck.
I began rubbing clit furiously as I brought myself to a powerful orgasm. I cleaned up the room and hid any signs of my presence. I had to use a hair drier on the teddy to dry my juices but it was hard to hide my smell that was mixed with hers.
I had a shower and waited up for her. She did not stay out too long and she told me about the movie.
I asked her about whether she likes boys or girls. She was certain it was boys. I asked about her dating history and she became shy. I asked if there was any boys she liked in college.
"Yes, but boys never like me," she replied.
She was 22 and I thought I would ask the obvious.
"Have you ever made love?" I asked.
"No, aunty. Never," she replied and I guessed her stuffed toy did not count.
"You are beautiful and sexy. You just need help to give you confidence," I said as I lightly touched her body.
Ajit was away for a few days but he would be back soon. I took Radha shopping to help her dress more confidently. I bought her a few pencil skirts and sheer blouses. I bought her some sheer lace bras and lace thongs. Items I knew Ajit would enjoy. She was going to dress sexy as my assistant. I would style her hair and not let her wear it in a bun or ponytail. She still wore her glasses and I would need to get her some contact lenses.
She was pleasant enough to look at but for the men that visited my office, she was nothing more than 2 out of 10 on a good day. Most of these men were used to attracting influencers and model types.
Ajit arrived and I told him to visit the villa this evening. He was surprised. Radha was leaving as he arrived. She had her movie night. I had to buy her some new casual clothes as she dressed frumpy in the evening. She let her eyes linger on Ajit and I noticed her hold her glance on his crotch.
I took Ajit to her bedroom, "we have not fucked in here since she moved in."
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I pushed him down on to the bed. He was my teddy bear as I recreated the scene of watching Radha ride her teddy bear.
I removed my dress to reveal my cherry patterned cotton thong. I couldn't be quite as boring as her.
"Do you want to be Radha tonight? You know you are much too pretty to try and be her." Nothing like a misogynistic compliment to bring a smile to my lips.
I pulled my thong to the side and began riding his fat cock as we shook the bed.
"Uff! Mr D! I can't get enough of your dick!" I moaned. I loved his new pseudonym.
"You are getting off on being Radha! You kinky bitch!"
"Uff! Why do you think I am wearing this? Uh!" I could not stop moaning as I rode his cock.
"You have a kink for incest. You want to pretend to be your ugly niece while I fuck you," he replied.
I slapped him hard at hearing him call Radha ugly. He flipped me over on to my back and began drilling my pussy for oil. There was plenty of juices flowing out as he fucked me.
"Radha loves cock in her cherry thong," he grunted as he fucked.
"Uh! Uh! She would love it, if she ever had it!" I moaned having to spell it out for him.
He was deep inside of me as the thought of virgin Radha made him explode.
The smell of sex was hard to disappear but I did my best as I set the room to just how she left it. We were talking about the idea of seducing her and corrupting her when she turned up.
Ajit had to leave shortly after but we had plans to put into motion.
Ajit had to fly out once more after a few days and I was alone with Radha. Ajit had messaged me to say he had emailed another picture.
I went to my door to spy on her from the small opening. She was just keeping busy and then she saw it. I noticed her eyes go wide and her mouth was agape. It was funny because in the picture my mouth had a similar shape. She tried to touch herself through her skirt but it was too tight. She looked around nervously and I quickly stepped out of sight before she glanced my way.
After a few seconds, I felt it was safe to turn back to her. She had lowered her skirt to mid thigh and her fingers were furiously rubbing her pussy. To my surprise she was wearing the lacy thong I had bought her. I could imagine just how wet she was. Her other hand was inside of her blouse squeezing her breast. I couldn't help but touch myself as I watched her. She had so much potential and she would be my next project. I would make this 'ugly' girl into an actress but I had to build her confidence first.
She looked around again nervously and I quickly moved out of the way once more. My heart was beating rapidly. There was a panic as I heard her rustle and move. I went back to my desk just in case she came in here. After a few minutes, I went back to the door but she was no longer in her seat.
I went to look for her in the kitchen but as I passed the bathroom I heard her muffled cries from the toilet. She was masturbating in the toilet. I listened into the heavy breathing and muffled moans.
"Uhm! Uh! Uh! Uh!" She moaned rapidly. I wondered if she was flicking her clit or fingering herself? Was she pinching her clit and/or pinching her nipples?"
"Uh! Mr D!" She moaned as she climaxed.
I hurried back to my office before she came out. I heard her come back and after a few minutes I came up to see how she was doing. She was clammy and sweaty from her interlude in the toilet. I asked if she was ok but she said she was fine.
She seemingly forgot to mention the email as she seemed flustered by the whole event. It was around an hour later that she knocked on my office with the laptop. She looked flustered as she had to bear the shame of showing me another rude picture.
This time the picture was of his cock but my lips wrapped around the head. She was too nervous to look at it in front of me.
"I will need to speak to him about these pictures. You are lucky you don't have a lover," I said as I deleted the email from the laptop.
It was later in the evening and she was wearing a cute pyjama set as we settled down to watch a movie. I was drinking wine and poured her a glass.
I had picked a european movie in the guise of I wanted her to learn about cinema. She loved movies and she had a passion for it. The movie was quite sexual and had a lot of passionate kissing and sex scenes.
It was on a lesbian kissing scene that I asked her, "have you ever kissed a man...or woman?"
She looked at me nervously and involuntarily licked her lips. The movie was making her aroused.
"No," she replied.
"Have you ever practiced?" I asked.
She licked her lips and pressed her legs together, "no."
"Do you trust me?" I asked. She looked at me nervously.
I leaned in and kissed her. She was stiff and frozen initially. My hand was gently resting on her hip. My other hand caressing her cheek and reaching behind to open her ponytail. She had ways of making herself ugly.
Her hair fell open and her lips began to envelope mine. She took me by surprise as her tongue entered my mouth. She was eager and horny.
Apart from the night with Alisa, which I had no control over, I had never kissed a girl before.
She began to grope my breasts to my surprise. She was eager and hornier than I could have imagined. I had been taking it slow but I maintained that slow pace. I slowly teased her nipple over her pyjamas. She was not wearing a bra which made it easier for me to pinch and tease her nipples. Her breathing was heavy and she was moaning into my mouth. She was getting heated and I wanted to lay some seeds tonight. The idea of sharing her with Ajit arousing me more and more.
"Do you want a sleepover in my bedroom tonight?" I asked. She eagerly accepted.
"Shall we play dress up?" I suggested.
She was a dress size smaller than me due to her youth but they fit her well. I played around with make up. Different shades of lipstick. Contours. Eyeshadow. Eyeliner.
I picked out a g-string thong and came up to her. I slowly trailed my fingers around the panty line of her panties. Hooking my fingers into the sides.
"What did you do when you saw that picture? You waited a few hours to show it to me," I asked.
She was nervous. She was stood in front of me in just her panties and I was about to remove them.
"I am too embarrassed," she replied. So at least she wasn't trying to lie.
"Why? Don't you trust me?" I asked.
"I do. But still, it is embarrassing...I touched myself," she finally revealed.
I slowly lowered her panty an inch revealing the top of her hairy bush. She desperately needed a Brazilian.
"At your desk?" I asked.
"At first...then in the toilets," she revealed.
"Do you like Mr D's dick?" I asked.
I had lowered another inch and I wondered if she felt the breeze on the top of her pussy.
"Auntie, I don't mean to offend you. I don't want to look at them but they just come."
"You will only offend me if you lie to me, because then I won't be able to trust you. Do you get aroused by looking at them? Do you imagine what his dick would feel like?" I asked as I lowered her panty another inch. This time I made the line rub against her clit. This caused her to bite her lip.
"Yes. I fantasise about it a lot. I just never think of men that old being sexy but when I see his dick, it makes me so hot and wet." She was becoming more honest as as I slowly teased her clit with the lining of her panty. Her breathing heavy.
"What did you do when you saw us making love?" I asked.
"Uhmff," she tried to contain her moans but she was struggling from the slow teasing of her clit.
"I watched. You were so passionate and sexy. I have never seen anything so beautiful before. I could see you lift off his dick and bounce back on. I was obsessed with watching his dick as it was getting coated with your cream. I know it was wrong and he is yours. I would never do anything to hurt you."
I began to flick her clit a little faster as she struggled to contain those growing moans. "Uhm! Uh!"
"Did you touch yourself when you watched us?" I asked.
I let her panties drop down and I began to massage her mound using my thumb from either side.
"Uhmff! Not when I watched. I was just amazed by what I saw...but later that night. I imagined I was you on that dick as I lay on top of my teddy. I did it so many times that night. I couldn't sleep." My fingers rubbing her wet pussy and circling her clit.
"Now I trust you," I said as I began to rapidly rub her clit and pussy. She was oozing juices as she horny.
She open her mouth in an 'O' shape and I kissed her mouth entering her mouth with my tongue. Her legs began to weaken as she came in a powerful orgasm and she even squirted over the floor. I used her pajama set to clean it up.
She slept in my bed and we practiced a bit more kissing with touching and rubbing but I wanted to enjoy her with Ajit now.