The next morning, Nayana’s body felt like it was on fire. She had barely slept, her mind racing with thoughts of Kusal, his scent, his taste, and the promise of what was to come. The moment her husband and kids left the house, she practically sprinted to her bedroom. Her heart pounded as she fumbled with the drawer, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She pulled out the panties Kusal had left behind, the ones he had soaked with his cum the day before. The fabric was dry now, but the scent—oh, the scent—was still there. Strong. Unmistakable. Her nostrils flared as she brought it closer, inhaling deeply. The effect was immediate. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the thin fabric of her nightdress, and a familiar heat pooled between her legs. She couldn’t resist. She needed it.
With a swift motion, she slipped the nightdress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Naked, she climbed onto the bed, the panties clutched tightly in her hand. She lay back, spreading her legs as she brought the fabric to her nose. The scent overwhelmed her, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers found their way to her clit, already wet and throbbing with need. She began to touch herself, her movements slow at first, then increasingly frantic.
Inhale. The smell of his dried cum filled her lungs, intoxicating, dizzying. Her fingers worked faster, plunging into her slick folds with ease. Inhale. Her back arched off the bed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Inhale. She could feel it building, that familiar pressure, tightening in her belly. And then, with a cry that echoed through the empty house, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her juices spilled onto the bed, her thighs trembling as she rode out the wave. Exhausted but satisfied, she drifted off to sleep, the panties still pressed to her face.
The sound of the doorbell startled her awake. She glanced at the clock—almost two in the afternoon. Kusal, she thought, her heart skipping a beat. She could hear his voice faintly through the door. “Nayana Aunty… are you home?” Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Naked, she hurried to the door, her steps quick and light. She yanked it open, pulling Kusal inside before slamming it shut and locking it.
“I’ve been waiting for you all day,” she breathed, her voice laced with desperation. She didn’t give him a chance to respond. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him down the hall toward the bedroom. Kusal stumbled behind her, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. She’s naked. She’s actually naked. His mind raced as he tried to keep up, his cock already hardening at the sight of her.
Once in the bedroom, Nayana wasted no time. Her hands were on him, grabbing at his clothes, pulling them off with impatient urgency. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants. When she reached for his boxers, she paused, her eyes locking with his. “You’re already hard,” she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Kusal swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as she tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of him in her grasp. She leaned in, pressing her lips to the tip in a gentle kiss before taking him into her mouth. He gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around him. Her movements were deliberate, hungry, like she was starved for him.
Spit dripped down his shaft, coating him in a slick sheen as she worked him. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him, until he was hitting the back. Her hands moved to his balls, massaging them as she sucked, her mouth a hot, wet heaven. Kusal’s moans filled the room, his hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure overtook him. “Aunty… I can’t… I’m gonna—”
She pulled back, her lips glossy with spit, her eyes dark with need. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice commanding. She stood, pushing him onto the bed. He obeyed, his body sinking into the mattress as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Reaching over to the pile of clothes on the floor, she grabbed a pair of her worn panties, holding them up with a mischievous grin. “You like these, don’t you?”
Kusal’s eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight. He reached for them, but she pulled them away, dangling them just out of reach. “Say it,” she demanded, her voice low and husky. “Tell me how much you want them.”
“I… I need them,” he stammered, his voice thick with desire. She smirked, finally handing them over. He brought them to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as her scent filled his senses. “Jesus,” he groaned, his cock throbbing with need.
Nayana leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy,” she purred. She kissed her way down his body, her hands roaming over his chest, his stomach, until she reached his cock. She took him into her mouth again, her movements faster now, more urgent. She could feel him tensing, his moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Aumty—I’m—I’m gonna—”
This time, she didn’t stop. She sucked him harder, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his shaft. With a cry, Kusal came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her mouth. She drank him down, savoring the warmth, the taste of him. When he was spent, she pulled back, a small trail of cum dripping from her lips. She licked it away, her eyes meeting his. “Delicious,” she murmured, her voice sultry.
But she wasn’t done. Crawling up his body, she positioned herself over his face, her wet pussy hovering just above his mouth. “Lick me,” she commanded, gripping his hair for leverage. Kusal didn’t hesitate. His tongue darted out, lapping at her folds, his hands gripping her thighs as he devoured her.
Nayana moaned, her head falling back as she ground herself against his face. “Yes,” she hissed, her fingers tightening in his hair. She moved faster, her hips rocking against him, her pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue. Her juices dripped down his face, her scent overpowering as she neared the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the pressure in her core reached its peak. With a cry, she came, her body shuddering as she flooded his mouth with her release. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Kusal lay there, his face glistening with her juices, a dazed look in his eyes.
She turned to him, a sly smile on her lips. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, her fingers tracing a line down his chest. “Tomorrow, you’re going to fuck me. I want you inside me—every inch of you. Understand?”
Kusal nodded, his cock already twitching again at the promise. “Yes, Nayana Aunty,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe.
She kissed him softly, her lips lingering against his. “Good boy. Now go. But come back tomorrow. Don’t keep me waiting.”
As Kusal gathered his clothes and left, Nayana lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. She could still taste him on her lips, still feel the heat of his body against hers. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Nayana lay on the bed long after Kusal had left, her naked body sprawled across the sheets, still warm from their encounter. The air around her was thick with the scent of sex—musky, primal, and intoxicating. She inhaled deeply, savoring the remnants of their forbidden union. Her mind raced, torn between guilt and an insatiable hunger she could no longer ignore. What am I becoming? she wondered, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of desire and self-reproach. But the more she tried to rationalize her actions, the more she realized she didn’t care. The thrill of it all was too overwhelming to resist.
The sound of the living room clock chiming 4 p.m. jolted her back to reality. She sighed, reluctantly dragging herself out of bed. She slipped on a clean pair of panties, a bra, and a light housecoat, her movements sluggish as she began the task of erasing the evidence of her tryst. She stripped the bedsheet, her fingers lingering on the damp spots where her juices had seeped into the fabric. She brought it to her face, inhaling deeply, her body trembling with need. God, I can still smell him. Without realizing it, her hand drifted between her legs, her fingers rubbing her pussy over the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned softly, lost in the memory of Kusal’s body pressed against hers.
“Jesus. Snap out of it,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as if to clear the fog of lust that clouded her mind. She quickly shoved the bedsheet into the washing machine, her heart pounding as she forced herself to focus on the mundane chores that had filled her life for the past two decades. But even as she scrubbed the floors and dusted the furniture, her thoughts kept drifting back to Kusal—his earnest eyes, his eager hands, the way he had looked at her with such raw desire.
That night was a torment. Dinner with her family was a blur; she barely registered the conversation, her mind consumed by the memory of Kusal’s sweet cum on her tongue. The burn of desire in her pussy was relentless, a constant ache that refused to be ignored. Lying next to her husband in bed, she felt restless, her body craving the kind of release only Kusal could provide. Her fingers itched to touch herself, to chase away the tension that coiled deep inside her.
Her husband was already asleep, his back turned to her, oblivious to the storm raging within her. This isn’t enough, she thought, her frustration mounting. She needed release—now. Without thinking, she turned to him, her movements quick and deliberate. She woke him with a gasp as she pulled down his shorts, her mouth already on his soft cock. Her husband groaned, his body stirring as her tongue worked him into hardness.
“What’s gotten into you?” he mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep. It was a fair question. The Nayana he knew was passive, dutiful, the kind of woman who lay on her back and let him finish in a few minutes. This Nayana—the one who was devouring his cock with a hunger he’d never seen—was a stranger to him. But he was too tired to question it, too sleepy to enjoy it. His body responded instinctively, his cock hardening in her mouth as she sucked him with a fervor that left him breathless. Within moments, he came, his cum spilling into her mouth.
Nayana pulled back, her face twisting in disgust. “Jesus. You couldn’t hold it in for a couple of minutes? When will you care about my orgasm?” she snapped, spitting his cum onto the sheets. She rolled away from him, her back turned as she tried to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. Her husband stared at her, confused and irritated. “Next time if you want sex, tell me before I fall asleep,” he muttered before turning over and drifting back into oblivion.
The following morning was tense and awkward. Nayana went through the motions of her usual routine, her mind elsewhere as she cooked breakfast and saw her children off to school. Her husband left for work without a word, the unspoken tension between them hanging heavy in the air. But Nayana didn’t care. Her thoughts were consumed by one thing and one thing alone: Kusal.
She slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The hot water of the shower cascaded over her body as she leaned against the tiled wall, her hands drifting between her legs. She shaved her pussy meticulously, making herself as presentable as possible for Kusal. The hot water and the sensation of her fingers against her skin only heightened her arousal. She closed her eyes, her mind conjuring vivid images of Kusal—his lean, athletic body, his piercing eyes, the way he had looked at her with such hunger.
“Mmm, Kusal…” she moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit with increasing urgency. She imagined him inside her, his cock filling her completely as she rode him with reckless abandon. The thought sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her, and she came with a gasp, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him.
She dried herself off and wrapped a bathrobe around her naked body, her skin still tingling from the heat of the shower. She padded over to the bedroom, her heart racing as she waited for Kusal to arrive. Every second felt like an eternity, the anticipation building until it was almost unbearable. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her robe falling open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. She wanted him to see, to know just how much she craved him.
When the doorbell finally rang, Nayana’s heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she walked to the door. She opened it to find Kusal standing there, his eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “You came,” she said softly, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Of course, Nayana Aunty. I couldn’t stay away,” he replied, his voice trembling with desire.
Nayana stepped aside, letting Kusal in. As the door closed behind him, she turned to face him, her robe loosely tied, her body already betraying the anticipation that had been building since their last encounter. Her fingers moved to the knot of the robe, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she untied it, letting the fabric fall open to reveal her naked breasts. Her dark areolas were already erect, a silent testament to her arousal. The transparent thong she wore barely hid the glistening evidence of her wetness, and Kusal’s gaze locked onto her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
She stood there, her breath shallow, watching him closely, waiting for him to make the first move. And he did. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, as his fingers brushed against the wet fabric of her thong. The dampness of her arousal seeped through, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. Kusal’s semi-hard cock instantly became rock hard, straining against the confines of his denims. Without hesitation, he yanked them off, his eyes never leaving hers.
His hand returned to her, slipping the thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy lips. Nayana let out a soft moan, her hips pressing forward slightly, inviting him to touch her. “That’s it. Touch me,” she commanded, her voice low and husky, dripping with lust. Kusal’s fingers slipped inside her effortlessly, her wetness making the penetration smooth and easy. His thin, long fingers slid deeper, exploring her, teasing her, as Nayana’s breath hitched.
She reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around the hard length of him. She aimed and spat on it, the saliva trickling down the shaft as she began to jerk him off slowly, her movements deliberate, teasing. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it now. But she also wanted to savor this moment, to drag out the anticipation until it was unbearable.
“Come on,” Nayana whispered, guiding him to the living room sofa. The large, bouncy couch was perfect for what she had in mind. She leaned back on it, her legs spreading wide, her hands gripping the cushions as she positioned herself for him. Kusal didn’t need any direction. He knelt between her legs, his mouth descending on her pussy with an eagerness that made her moan.
His tongue found her clit immediately, sucking it hard, teasing it with soft, flicking motions. Then he gave her a hard lick, and Nayana’s back arched off the couch, a loud moan escaping her lips. “Mh… yes, just like that,” she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him to continue. Kusal’s tongue worked her clit with a precision that only came from experience, building her arousal slowly, expertly, until she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop…” she chanted, her hips bucking against his face as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She came with a cry, her body shaking as the intensity of her climax left her breathless. Kusal continued to lick and suck, prolonging her orgasm until she was begging him to stop.
“Get on the sofa,” Nayana ordered, pulling Kusal up from the floor and onto the couch. He laid down, his cock pointing straight up, rigid and ready. Nayana straddled his face, lowering her pussy onto his mouth as she took his cock into hers, their bodies locked in a 69 position that left them both gasping for air.
Nayana’s mouth worked his cock with a desperation that surprised even her. She sucked him hard, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight around the shaft. She took turns between his cock and his balls, her arousal amplified by the feeling of being filled and the knowledge that she was making him lose control.
Kusal’s tongue was relentless, licking and sucking her clit with a fervor that left her writhing on top of him. Her moans were muffled by his cock in her mouth, but the intensity of her pleasure was undeniable. She came again, her pussy clenching around his tongue as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
Nayana stood up, her legs shaky but determined. She turned to face Kusal, her eyes dark with desire. “Sit down. Babe,” she commanded, her voice firm yet laced with lust. Kusal obeyed, straightening himself on the sofa, his cock pointing directly at her, an unspoken invitation she couldn’t resist.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips. Before taking him inside her, she leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. It was a new sensation for Kusal, but he followed her lead, his hands gripping her hips as their tongues tangled in a dance of desire.
Nayana broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and positioned herself over his cock. She lowered herself onto him slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her. She moaned loudly, her head falling back as she savored the feeling of being filled by him.
“Fuck me, Kusal,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her hips began to move. He obeyed, thrusting up into her with a rhythm that left them both gasping for air. The living room was filled with the sounds of their moans, their bodies moving together in a symphony of pleasure.
Nayana’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder, faster, their cries echoing through the room. The tension between them was unbearable, the need for release consuming them both. Nayana’s eyes locked with his, and in that moment, they were lost in each other, their connection deeper than either of them had ever imagined.
“I’m close…” Nayana whispered, her voice trembling with the intensity of her arousal. Kusal nodded, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the pleasure building until it was almost too much to bear.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop…” she begged, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him furiously. The sensation was overwhelming, the need for release consuming her entirely. Her body trembled, her breath hitching as she felt the first wave of her orgasm crash over her. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came hard, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
Kusal wasn’t far behind. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and with a groan, he came inside her, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he rode out his climax, his breath ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy as they came down from the high of their passion. Nayana’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles as she caught her breath. Kusal’s hands moved to her waist, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as he looked up at her with a mix of awe and admiration.
Nayana leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back, her eyes meeting his. “You were amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that surprised even her. Kusal smiled, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he looked up at her.
“So were you, Nayana Aunty,” he replied, his voice soft, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something else, something deeper. Nayana felt a flutter in her chest, a sensation she hadn’t felt in years.
Nayana slowly lifted herself from Kusal’s dick, feeling the warm trickle of his seed as it began to escape her. She immediately covered her pussy with her hand, pressing firmly to keep every last drop inside. This one’s mine, she thought, a sly smile playing on her lips. She knelt down between his legs, her eyes locking onto his softening cock, glistening with a mix of their fluids. Without a word, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to clean him. She took her time, savoring the taste, the texture, the way his body twitched under her touch. When she was done, she swallowed the last drop and rested back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, two fingers already slipping inside herself to dig out more of Kusal’s seed.
Kusal watched from the end of the sofa, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glued to her movements. The leather was slick with sweat and juices, the scent of their encounter thick in the air. Nayana’s fingers worked slowly, deliberately, her eyes fluttering closed as she brought them to her lips and sucked them clean. Kusal’s breath hitched, his cock twitching again despite its recent exhaustion.
“Was that your first time?” Nayana finally broke the silence, her voice low and sultry.
“Yeah.” Kusal’s voice was soft, almost shy, but there was a hint of pride in it.
“You did good for a first-timer, honey. You made me cum before you came.” Nayana’s praise was genuine, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that made his chest tighten.
“I’ve seen this in dreams. But I never thought you’d be my first.” Kusal’s smile was boyish, but there was a hunger in his eyes that made Nayana’s stomach flutter.
“Well, I guess dreams do come true. Huh.” Nayana chuckled softly, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh.
Kusal hesitated for a moment, then asked, “You want me to stay?”
Nayana shook her head, standing up and stretching her body. “Come on, let’s clean ourselves. Then you can leave.” She walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying gently, and Kusal followed her like a moth to a flame.
Under the hot shower, they took turns washing each other. Nayana’s hands were gentle as they soaped up Kusal’s chest, his shoulders, his back. His hands trembled slightly as he returned the favor, his touch tentative but eager. The steam filled the bathroom, wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
“Do you share my panties with anybody else?” Nayana’s question came out of nowhere, her voice calm but probing.
Kusal froze, his hands stilling on her waist. “Why do you ask?” he replied, his voice tinged with surprise.
“Just wanted to know. Be honest, do you share them with anybody else?” Nayana turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his. She already knew the answer before he even spoke.
“Yes.” Kusal’s voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze dropping to the floor.
“With whom?” Nayana’s tone was steady, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—curiosity, maybe even arousal.
“With a couple of guys from my cricket club.” Kusal’s admission was reluctant, but he didn’t try to lie.
“How many guys are a couple of guys?” Nayana pressed, her hands resting on his shoulders.
“Three.” Kusal’s voice was small, his eyes still avoiding hers.
“Okay. So, do they also use my panties?” Nayana asked, her voice betraying a hint of surprise, though she quickly masked it.
“No, they don’t. I just let them touch them. We share your panties in the shower and… masturbate while sniffing them.” Kusal’s cheeks were flushed, his words tumbling out in a rush.
“Okay. So, do they know whose panties they are?” Nayana’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now.
“Yeah, they know. I showed them an old picture of you. Are you mad?” Kusal finally looked up, his eyes searching hers for any sign of anger.
“No, I’m not.” Nayana’s reply was quiet, but there was a strange glint in her eyes. In fact, I’m… aroused, she thought, a flush creeping up her neck.
They finished their shower in silence, the tension between them palpable. Nayana handed Kusal a towel and wrapped one around herself before leading him back to her bedroom. She dug through a pile of worn clothes, pulling out three pairs of panties and handing them to Kusal.
“Give these to them and tell them I told you to give them to them. But you need to bring them back with their cum. Do you understand me?” Nayana’s voice was firm, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made Kusal nod quickly.
“Yes, Aunty.” Kusal’s voice was obedient, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“Okay, off you go now. I have to clean up.” Nayana gestured towards the door, her tone dismissing him but still warm.
Kusal hesitated, then turned to leave. He was almost at the door when Nayana called him back.
“Ah, wait. Do you have your phone with you?”
“Yes.” Kusal handed over his unlocked phone, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Nayana turned on the camera, positioning herself in front of the mirror. She captured five photos that revealed her entire nudity, each one more daring than the last. She handed the phone back to Kusal, her eyes meeting his with a smirk.
“Show those guys these.” Nayana’s voice was low, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Kusal’s eyes widened, but he nodded quickly, tucking the phone into his pocket. He left the room, and as soon as the door closed behind him, Nayana rushed to her bed. She lay back, her hand already slipping between her legs as she imagined Kusal and his friends in the shower, pleasuring themselves to the scent of her panties.
The thought sent a wave of heat through her, her fingers moving faster, deeper. She imagined their hands on themselves, their groans as they sniffed her panties, their eyes glued to the photos on Kusal’s phone. The image was intoxicating, and Nayana came with a shuddering gasp, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
When she finally caught her breath, she lay still, staring up at the ceiling. “Jesus, what have I done?” she whispered to herself, a mix of guilt and excitement swirling in her chest. But it was too late to turn back now. All she could do was hope that this secret wouldn’t destroy her life… and maybe, just maybe, she’d find a way to indulge in the chaos she’d created.
