Lonely Housewife Nabha (Old Man Fucking A Sleeping Beauty)
crush, old man, tit fuck

Nabha Kasthuri is a lonely housewife. She is not alone, she has a husband and a college-going son. Yet she feels lonely. Maybe that’s because her husband lives far away in a city for work reasons. He visits her only twice a year. Meanwhile, her son, although he lives with her, is out of the house for the whole day. So she spends her dull day cleaning, doing household chores, watching TV or talking to neighbors who are very old. Nabha is a young attractive woman. Despite being a mother to a 16-year-old, she is just 36. Fit body, light brown skin, long black hair and breasts of a mother. She’s a complete package. Her appearance is no less than any actress we see on TV. If only she lived in a city where film producers could find her. At this age, she deserves to live happily and do fun things every day. She had her own goals and dreams, but she gave it up for her family when she decided to be a housewife. Nabha literally is the wife of the house. She still wants to do things in life, sadly no one would listen to her. One might even suggest that she should have an affair with someone. But she can’t. The only single people in the region are the elderly widowed brothers as her neighbors and those who live in Maria Care – the old age home. She lives in a place that is open grassland. One has to walk miles to see another person. It’s a beautiful green place but isolating. Nabha is a kind-hearted woman. She always masked her pain, never demanded anything. When her husband used to come home for a week she pretended to be happy with her life. She would cook good food for him, did whatever her husband asked and times when he wanted she would have sex with him. Her husband would force her to do some kinky stuff like sucking his balls or pinching his butt-hole. He used to make her put her hand inside his pants to hold his soft penis when they slept. She never liked to do those things but did it anyway. She never asked her husband to take her to the city or leave his job and come live with her. Whenever a normal day began, both men of the house used to be away and Nabha was left home alone. But then something magical happened. The last time her husband visited home, he surprised her saying that he has plans to rebuild their house. And all of a sudden Nabha had a company of four people for the many days to come. These were the workers working to build the house. Nabha was happy to find two young sisters in the form of Lakshmi, age 22 and Hema, age 20 with whom she could gossip about TV shows, do their girl talk. She found a fatherly figure in the form of John, age 50-55. Although John was a dark-skinned skinny, semi bald with grey hair and grey mustache man, just a simple construction worker. Nabha treated him as if he was her own father. And the most important person was Wasim, age 35-40. A handsome hunk whom she saw not only as a friend but also a person she was sexually attracted to. Although being married, she had a crush on Wasim. She used to this small mischievous little attempts to seduce him. She used to climb up a ladder making him hold let letting him get a peek at her underwear. She used to ask him to help to move some furniture and while she did that she would let her boobs press against the object showing off massive cleavage. Sadly none of those tricks worked. Still, she was happy and wanted the construction work of the house to never end. The house was being made bigger. So everything in the house was moved to a medium-size tent, kitchen, bedroom, hall. Meanwhile, the bathroom was left as the old structure that wasn’t demolished yet. It was just another regular day. “Excuse me Mrs. Nabha.” said an old shaky voice. “Can I have some drinking water?” asked John. It was morning time and John was standing at the entrance of the tent with an empty bottle. “Madam?” John called her again. Meanwhile, Nabha was busy cooking. Hearing John call’s Nabha walked towards him. “How many times I have told you Johnji. Call me Nabha,” said she walking towards him as she smiled. “I’m like your daughter. You don’t have to call me Mrs or Madam,” said she as she turned to walk in the kitchen. The word ‘daughter’ hurt John. He was an old childless widower. He never saw Nabha as a daughter. Even now when Nabha went to fill water, John had his eye set on her jiggling ass, the outline of which was visible through her tight off-white sari. “Here,” said Nabha, handing him the filled bottle. John, on purpose, put his hands on her’s, just so he could feel her smooth skin when Nabha gave him the bottle. Just by the touch of her hand, the old man was aroused. At that very instant he fantasized of grabbing her tight ass and never let go. That brings us the afternoon time. Nabha was sleeping on a cot inside the tent. Ensuring that she is asleep, John sneaked in. At that moment Nabha was sleeping on her stomach, while her butt was facing John who stood next to her. For a moment he stopped, thought of how to go about it. He hesitated. But then he went ahead and pulled up her sari to see her legs. He was lifting her sari very gently trying to not wake her up as he felt her smooth hairless legs and fleshy thighs. As he moved, he realized that he was getting very close to her sweet baby-making flower. His hands were shaking, his heart racing and an erection in his pants. Eventually, he pulled up to see her white underwear. It was fat underwear that covered her entire bum. Totally not sexy. Disappointed John pulled them down to expose her round ass. His eyes widened, jaw dropped and his tongue rolled out like a perverted wolf seeing her clean hairless bottom. All this time he was being careful. But seeing her butt made John go crazy as he went ahead and squeezed her butt as hard as possible. He was scared that she might wake up and catch him. Furthermore, she might get him fired. “I need to stop. What if she finds out?” he said to himself as he backed off. John was surprised to see that Nabha didn’t wake up. “Has she taken sleeping pills?” he wondered. In an instant, he got the answer as there were a medicine strip and a glass of water on a table next to the bed. Now John’s confidence grew. He dropped his pants and got on the cot. For an old man, his dick was big and healthy. A wrinkly 8-inch black tool. He was going to insert his dick inside Nabha but then he stopped, “It’s been years since I last did this. What if I break my back fucking her. I think I should go slow.” Saying this John got off the cot. Taking his face close to her ass he went ahead and sniffed it like a dog. It appeared that she recently cleaned her butt. Confidently then he shoved his face in between her butt cheeks. “This is heaven,” he said to himself as he tried to dig deeper in her butt. He was enjoying her warm soft buns on his face. With one hand he started stroking his dick. Digging his face deeper, he started licking her pussy and her clean anus. “Sweet!” he remarked. But his voice won’t be heard clearly as his face was deep tasting Nabha’s juicy holes. For almost 15 seconds he was in heaven until his dick gave up ejecting just a few drops of sperm that fell on the floor. “That was disappointing,” he said after he got up. He couldn’t even see where his cum fell. John’s dick had lost its erection and had shrunk to a size that was just an inch long. ‘Baby penis.’ That’s what his friends used to call John when he was in school. Since then John never went to the common toilet in his school. Whenever he felt like peeing he just held it in and then would pee the instant he was out of the premises. In a way, that habit of peeing outside went in favor of John. That’s how he lost his virginity. In a dark ally when a mature woman saw John’s cock unloading, she persuaded him into having sex and they did it right there. Back to the present. John simply stood there enjoying the view. “Right now I am looking at Nabha’s hot naked uncensored butt,” John said with a wide grin on his face. Remembering every time he observed her cures always protected by her sari, or kurti or nighty. “Don’t know if I’ll get this opportunity ever again,” He was tempted to give another go, but his dick wasn’t reacting. Then he saw her move in sleep so he quickly pulled up her underwear and covered her legs with the sari, and then he ran away. Outside he went around searching for Wasim. He couldn’t find him. “Idiot! Stupid! idiot!” John cursed himself as he continued to look for Wasim. “Wasim told me to buy a smartphone, but I wanted to save money,” he said, hitting his own head. “I don’t need a camera. I said with pride. Stupid me!” John kept on looking. But Wasim was nowhere to be seen and so were the two female workers Lakshmi and Hema. It was odd. “Where have they gone?” Unbeknownst to John, Wasim had taken the sisters far away from the house and was fucking both of them at the same time under a big mango tree. For 20 minutes John struggled before he got the camera phone. Without a word, he rushed into the tent. “Hello, Johnji.” said Nabha.”Do you need anything?” She was awake and John had failed. That very day John went and bought himself a smartphone with a good camera and flash. “I will not miss the next chance.” Lucky for John, he got many opportunities in the following days. While the workers worked Nabha spent her time chatting with them. It was only in the afternoon when the workers went away for a break, Nabha had nothing to do. So she made a habit of sleeping every afternoon. Since she couldn’t sleep naturally, she used to take a pill. In the next two weeks, John found creative ways to use Nabha’s body for pleasure. Sometimes he used to rub his dick on her lips, sometimes he used to unbutton her blouse for a tit fuck, sometimes he used her hand to stroke his cock. But all this time he never dared to actually fuck Nabha. He was actually scared that he might die with his dick still stuck in her cunt. In those two weeks, his phone’s memory was filled with photos and videos of Nabha. She, sleeping with her butt exposed or breasts exposed or pussy exposed and him doing shameful things to her. John was enjoying his afternoons. “I can continue this as long as I work here. The only thing I must make sure is that whenever I ejaculate my cum falls on the floor. Before I leave Nabha should be completely dressed.” This is what John warned himself every day. He did just that until one unlucky day. John used to decide what to do to the sleeping beauty with a flip of a coin. “Two heads!” he cheered. He had moved her sari to the side and unhooked her blouse to bare her chest. Nabha was wearing a white bra underneath. Usually, John used to unhook her bra as well. But that day, the bra was squeezing her tits tighter that gave John an idea to fuck her tits but inserting his dick from under the bra. “Oh my god! the idea is working. Her tits feel as if I am fucking a tight virgin anus,” he said as she fucked her. John was enjoying it, as usual, fucking her, taking selfies. He got carried away with this extra pleasure. So before he could safely draw out his dick, his cum oozed out spreading all over her bra. He tried to clean it but couldn’t. His further bad luck was that since the first time he used Nabha for masturbation, the amount of cum that came out of his dick had considerably increased. So, what was just a few drops back then, now had made her entire bra soaking wet. John got scared. He took off her bra and went to clean in the bathroom. Meanwhile, unknowingly he left Nabha’s breasts exposed. He tried to wash his cum off the bra. It took him some time to realize, “I can’t put this wet bra on her. I will have to cover her breasts with the one hanging on the rope outside. Idiot!” he cursed himself. But before he could act on it. “Aahh!” Nabha screamed as she woke up finding her breasts exposed. John came out to look. Nabha had buttoned back her blouse and went outside to look. There she saw Wasim. He smiled looking at her. She smiled back and waved her hand. He waved back. Happy, smiling Nabha walked back inside the tent. “Nabha thought that Wasim took advantage of her while she was sleeping and took her bra as a souvenir. And she isn’t mad. Interesting,” said John as he ran back in the bathroom seeing Nabha walk in. He saw Nabha blushing. She took off her blouse to expose her breasts. She then went to get the other bra on the rope. While putting it she stopped. Taking a few sniffs she realized that her breasts were stinking. Instead of putting on clothes, she took them off. Wrapping herself in a towel she walked in the bathroom. John filmed it all. He was obsessed by Nabha’s body. “Fuck! She is coming. What do I do?” John got scared and started panicking. Then he realized. A few days ago while construction was going on, the electricity got cut off. So to illuminate the inside of the bathroom during the day, the roof was taken out. All John had to do was to climb up out of the bathroom. It was close but John was out before Nabha walked in. Seeing her getting ready for a bath, John didn’t walk away, instead, he stayed on the roof to watch her clean herself. As per habit he took out his phone and started filming that too. “Nabha is completely naked in front of me for the first time. It is something worth celebrating”, he thought he said, feeling his crotch. His dick acknowledged as it stood erect. While watching her bathe, John still had Nabha’s wet bra in his hand. Instead of keeping it clean now, he got a dirty idea of using it to masturbate. Wrapping her bra around his dick John started stroking. He didn’t care that the sisters mumbled and giggled as they walked past seeing John masturbate. Nabha’s bath and his masturbation ended at the same time. As he finally walked away sniffing her bra it gave John an idea. “Everyday use Nabha’s sweaty bra to masturbate while watching her clean herself in the morning and then put it back the next day,” he said to himself, “All I have to ensure is that Nabha thinks that Wasim is taking her bra.” John was happy as if someone was awarding him an Oscar for this idea of his. Well, John’s Oscar was in his hands. As he walked away staring at Nabha’s bra he spoke, “The only thing I want to do now is to fuck my ‘daughter’ Nabha’s pussy. So what if I die. It will be a glorious death.” To be cunt-i-nude. Hi guys. Do tell me what you think about this story. I think every woman deserves to be loved. If she can’t get it from her husband or her son then at least from someone outside the family. Leaving a woman unsatisfied is a crime. So what if a woman cheats on her husband to fill that void. That’s not cheating. FYI the same goes for the lonely husbands, widowers and old weak men living the last days of their life. Please comment and share my stories so that more people can enjoy them. You can send your feedback on [email protected] In the next part, I can tell you this. John does get to fuck Nabha’s pussy and as a bonus, she is awake. Thank you.