My name is Siddharth. I am 25 years old and live in a rented 1BHK flat in a small independent house in Indore. The house belongs to Mr. Sharma and his wife Meena. They live on the ground floor. I live on the first floor. The rent is reasonable and the location is good, so I have been staying here for the last one and a half years.
Meena aunty is 34. She is fair with a soft, healthy glow. She has long black hair which she often keeps in a braid or open after washing. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts that look big even in simple blouses, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves whenever she climbs the stairs or bends to do something. She wears cotton sarees or nighties at home. Every time I saw her I felt a pull in my stomach.
For a long time our interaction was limited to rent payment, water problems, or small talks in the courtyard. She always smiled and called me “Siddharth beta”. That “beta” felt strange because the way she looked at me sometimes was not motherly.
One weekend in November Mr. Sharma had to go to Bhopal for some property work. He left on Friday morning and said he would return only on Sunday evening. That left Meena aunty alone on the ground floor.
On Friday evening the power went off for a while because of rain. I went downstairs with a torch to check if everything was okay. She opened the door wearing a thin light blue nightie. No bra. In the torch light I could clearly see the full shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly messy.
“Siddharth? Aao beta, andar aao. Bahar mat khade raho,” she said and pulled me inside.
Her living room was lit with two candles. The rain was loud outside. She closed the door and asked me to sit. She brought water and sat beside me on the sofa.
We talked about the rain, about the house, about how quiet it felt without uncle. Slowly the conversation became softer. She moved a little closer. Her thigh touched mine.
“Siddharth… kabhi kabhi bahut lonely lagta hai is ghar mein,” she said quietly. “Sharma ji bahut busy rehte hain. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi chhoo bhi nahi raha.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close in the candle light. I could smell her light perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Siddharth… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main teri landlady hoon. Aur shaadi-shuda bhi.”
“Main jaanta hoon aunty,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder.
I pulled the nightie over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft candle light. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Wide hips. Smooth pussy with a neat triangle of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Siddharth… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up, lifted her, and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with dark, hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already leaking a little. She reached out with her soft hand and wrapped it around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Itna bada… aur garam,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I sank deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long moan.
I started moving with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. I sucked them while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet house.
After a long time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours without being told, pushing her big round ass back towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the bedsheet. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling with every thrust, her pussy stretched tightly around my cock, the way her back arched, everything made me lose control. I reached under her body and rubbed her swollen clit. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock while she moaned into the pillow.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her open mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back, and took it deeper again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth with short thrusts until I was right on the edge. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She held me tightly with her legs until I finished.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, cleaned herself, and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Siddharth… yeh sirf aaj raat ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her slowly. “Aunty, ab normal nahi ho sakta. Main tujhe phir chahiye.”
She did not answer with words. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly lowered herself onto it. She started riding me slowly, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples hard. She increased the speed, grinding on every downward stroke. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, throwing her head back. I held her hips and thrust up hard, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 2 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow, then deeper, looking into my eyes. When I was hard she climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped both cheeks. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her a third time.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came down. She was wearing only a thin towel. When she saw me she smiled shyly. I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts under the towel. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi. Risk hai. Sharma ji kal shaam tak aa jayenge.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we found ways. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter. I fucked her on the sofa. In the afternoon she pulled me into the bathroom and gave me a long slow blowjob under the shower until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When Mr. Sharma returned on Sunday evening everything looked normal. Meena aunty served tea and spoke politely. But when she handed me the rent receipt the next week her fingers stayed against mine a second longer, and she whispered, “Jab woh bahar ho, upar mat aana. Neeche aa jaya kar.”
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Mr. Sharma is out of town or late, Meena aunty messages me or simply leaves her door unlocked. Sometimes I go down at night. Sometimes she comes up to my flat. The risk of living in the same house makes every meeting sharper and hotter.
Last month Mr. Sharma went for a ten-day trip. Meena aunty and I spent most of those nights together. We fucked in every room of the ground floor and once even in my flat with the lights off. One night she made me take her on the terrace late at night when the whole colony was asleep. Another night she rode me for a long time until she came multiple times before letting me fill her.
Meena aunty is still my landlady. She still calls me “beta” when other people are around. But every time she climbs the stairs and her saree tightens around her big ass, or every time she looks at me from the courtyard with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight married pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
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Meena aunty is 34. She is fair with a soft, healthy glow. She has long black hair which she often keeps in a braid or open after washing. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts that look big even in simple blouses, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves whenever she climbs the stairs or bends to do something. She wears cotton sarees or nighties at home. Every time I saw her I felt a pull in my stomach.
For a long time our interaction was limited to rent payment, water problems, or small talks in the courtyard. She always smiled and called me “Siddharth beta”. That “beta” felt strange because the way she looked at me sometimes was not motherly.
One weekend in November Mr. Sharma had to go to Bhopal for some property work. He left on Friday morning and said he would return only on Sunday evening. That left Meena aunty alone on the ground floor.
On Friday evening the power went off for a while because of rain. I went downstairs with a torch to check if everything was okay. She opened the door wearing a thin light blue nightie. No bra. In the torch light I could clearly see the full shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly messy.
“Siddharth? Aao beta, andar aao. Bahar mat khade raho,” she said and pulled me inside.
Her living room was lit with two candles. The rain was loud outside. She closed the door and asked me to sit. She brought water and sat beside me on the sofa.
We talked about the rain, about the house, about how quiet it felt without uncle. Slowly the conversation became softer. She moved a little closer. Her thigh touched mine.
“Siddharth… kabhi kabhi bahut lonely lagta hai is ghar mein,” she said quietly. “Sharma ji bahut busy rehte hain. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi chhoo bhi nahi raha.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close in the candle light. I could smell her light perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Siddharth… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main teri landlady hoon. Aur shaadi-shuda bhi.”
“Main jaanta hoon aunty,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder.
I pulled the nightie over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft candle light. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Wide hips. Smooth pussy with a neat triangle of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Siddharth… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up, lifted her, and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with dark, hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already leaking a little. She reached out with her soft hand and wrapped it around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Itna bada… aur garam,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I sank deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long moan.
I started moving with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. I sucked them while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet house.
After a long time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours without being told, pushing her big round ass back towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the bedsheet. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling with every thrust, her pussy stretched tightly around my cock, the way her back arched, everything made me lose control. I reached under her body and rubbed her swollen clit. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock while she moaned into the pillow.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her open mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back, and took it deeper again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth with short thrusts until I was right on the edge. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She held me tightly with her legs until I finished.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, cleaned herself, and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Siddharth… yeh sirf aaj raat ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her slowly. “Aunty, ab normal nahi ho sakta. Main tujhe phir chahiye.”
She did not answer with words. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly lowered herself onto it. She started riding me slowly, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples hard. She increased the speed, grinding on every downward stroke. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, throwing her head back. I held her hips and thrust up hard, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 2 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow, then deeper, looking into my eyes. When I was hard she climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped both cheeks. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her a third time.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came down. She was wearing only a thin towel. When she saw me she smiled shyly. I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts under the towel. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi. Risk hai. Sharma ji kal shaam tak aa jayenge.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we found ways. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter. I fucked her on the sofa. In the afternoon she pulled me into the bathroom and gave me a long slow blowjob under the shower until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When Mr. Sharma returned on Sunday evening everything looked normal. Meena aunty served tea and spoke politely. But when she handed me the rent receipt the next week her fingers stayed against mine a second longer, and she whispered, “Jab woh bahar ho, upar mat aana. Neeche aa jaya kar.”
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Mr. Sharma is out of town or late, Meena aunty messages me or simply leaves her door unlocked. Sometimes I go down at night. Sometimes she comes up to my flat. The risk of living in the same house makes every meeting sharper and hotter.
Last month Mr. Sharma went for a ten-day trip. Meena aunty and I spent most of those nights together. We fucked in every room of the ground floor and once even in my flat with the lights off. One night she made me take her on the terrace late at night when the whole colony was asleep. Another night she rode me for a long time until she came multiple times before letting me fill her.
Meena aunty is still my landlady. She still calls me “beta” when other people are around. But every time she climbs the stairs and her saree tightens around her big ass, or every time she looks at me from the courtyard with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight married pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
If you liked this hot landlord’s wife chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of the days we spent alone or what happened when uncle almost came home early. I will write it.