Room for Rent

By   September 8, 2016

I am a sexually active woman but my husband is not. I wanted someone to permanent and safe to satisfy my urge. And then, my husband put a room in our house for rent. Perfect opportunity for tenant sex story.

My name is Dipali. I’m 26 old married very sexy Indian housewife and have a sexy figure 37D-24-36. My hubby who is a software engineer loves me a lot but doesn’t fuck me daily and I need a big cock in my choot because I am crazy for big cock and always like to have a big cock inside my choot.

We own a house. As my house is too big for two peoples (we don’t have child, my husband have some problem). I put an ad. The ad had run two days when I got my first call, Neeraj. He said he is 23, in his last year of college.

Let me tell you about the house while we wait for him: it’s a 2-story, 6 bedroom, 3 bath. It has a huge downstairs living room and kitchen area, plus a den and a family room. What I love about the house is the back yard. Its got a pool & tons of grass in great shape, you can lay down or walk barefoot on it without fear of bugs and dirt.

Neeraj’s here, and I have to sell him on staying.

I walked to the front door, looked out the peephole, and… wow.. is he hot! I wiped the drool from my chin and did a once-over in the foyer mirror. I opened the door, introduced myself, he introduced himself, and I stepped back so he could come in.

“This is a nice place,” he commented as he was looking around the living room.

“Thanks, I haven’t been here that long, and it was in perfect shape when I got it,” I said.

As we toured the upstairs I told him the prices of the rooms as we got to them and tried to sell him to the local features and easy access to important stores and transportation. We went to the down stairs again, chatting away about college and roommates from hell. The back was explored, with comments about the pool.

As we entered the kitchen, the conversation turned to house rules. “I haven’t really put rules into concrete yet,” I said. “They will evolve person by person I guess. As far as over-nighters..,” I paused, searching his face for interest in the topic. I saw none, so I asked, “Do you have a girl friend?”

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I just wanted some hard cock!

“Nope,” he answered smoothly

My eyebrows went up, “Really?”

“Really,” he said smiling.

Needless to say I wanted him, anyway I could get. And lately I am bold enough to go for it. What with me the big house owner, and it’s been awhile too. I took two steps toward him, and kissed him full on the lips. He seemed surprised, and he took a while to kiss back, but when he did, he wasn’t that shy about it himself.

I ran my hand up his torso as he grabbed my waist. He lifted me up, placing me on the counter. He ran his hand over my breasts through my shirt. He broke the kiss and leaned over to tease them through the fabric. Still with his right hand on my breast, he ran his left hand down to my crotch. He spread my legs, and rubbed my pussy through my shorts. As he was massaging me, I moved my hands to his waist and pulled him closer between my legs, wrapping my legs around his waist, trapping him between my thighs.

I ran my hands up his sides, removing his shirt as I went. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt over his head, flinging it to the floor. I leaned up and kissed the nape of his neck, with my right hand on the back of his head. I heard him moan, which spurred me on.

I used my left hand to go for his jeans, but he pulled away. He moved to unbutton my shirt. He slowly slid my shirt off, running his fingertips along my skin. He did a low moan when he saw my bra, satin maroon , “I love satin,” he breathed.

He touched lightly with his fingertips around the tops of my breasts, moving upward till his palms were around my neck. He looked down at me, put his hands on each of my legs, still wrapped around him, and asked with sincerity, “Will my performance affect me getting into the house?”

“Not a bit”, I answered back with equal sincerity.

And thus began the undressing rush.

He ran his fingers along my arms up to my shoulders, his fingers under the bra straps. I undid his jeans, allowing him to pull them down and step out of them. When I saw his boxers it was my turn to moan, I’m a sucker for them. I laid back on the counter so he could remove my jeans. He took an ankle in his left hand and pulled my socks off. He did the same with my other ankle and sock. He ran his palm over my stomach, tracing around my bellybutton.

I leaned up and whispered, “Touch me everywhere as you take my jeans off,” and I kissed behind his ear. He looked down at me and ran his hands across my torso, kissing my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them off slowly, tracing my legs with the tips of his fingers as he went.

I closed my eyes as he pulled off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. He spread my legs and stepped toward me. He leaned down, putting his hands around my back and lifted me up. I wrapped my hands around his neck, “Where to?” he asked.

“I’m yours,” I optioned.

With a naughty smile he pried my legs apart and went to the spare downstairs bedroom. I heard a whip-like sound, and saw him coming back with a thick towel. He went to the centre chopping island, and laid the blanker down, folding it several times. He pushed in the middle, satisfied with the thickness and then looked over at me.

He turned around and pulled down his boxers, leaned over and pulled them off.

He turned around, cock fully erect, and sat on the chopping block, watching me intently. I got off the counter and walked over to him. I lean down and lick around the nipple.

I play my finger around one of the nipple while sucking and licking the other nipple. He runs his hand through my hair and I suck hard on the nipple.

I lean up and kiss him, sucking on his tongue. I lick his lips as I pull away again. I unhook my bra in the back and pull the straps over my arms, leaving the cups in place. I turn around and walk over to the fridge. I fling my bra over my shoulder in his direction and open the freezer door. I take two ice cubes, close the door again. I move back to standing in front of Neeraj, still sitting on the chopping block.