Madhuben, Priya's maternal aunt, is a striking figure within Kiran's extended family. Married to Jagdish for years, she has always been seen as a strong, nurturing figure, raising four daughters, all of whom are now married, though one is going through the turmoil of divorce. Despite the facade of a dutiful wife and mother, Madhuben’s personal life is less fulfilling than it appears.
Jagdish has grown distant, spending his nights out drinking with friends and leaving her feeling neglected and emotionally isolated. This neglect has quietly taken a toll on Madhuben, who has buried her frustrations and desires for years while upholding the expectations of her traditional Gujarati family.
Physically, Madhuben has aged gracefully. She’s slim, with curves that defy her years, her full breasts and shapely figure drawing admiring eyes, though she carries herself with dignity. Yoga has clearly had its benefits over the years.
She’s always been composed and reserved, yet there’s an undeniable air of sensuality about her that Kiran has picked up on in fleeting moments. She was always very well spoken and highly complimentary towards Kiran in front of Priya telling everyone what a good son-in-law he was to Meena. Little did they know he was the Cock-in-law so to speak.
Anyway back to Madhuben…
What no one knows—including Kiran—is that beneath her calm exterior, Madhuben harbours a deep, long-repressed desire, especially for Kiran.
From the moment she first saw him at his engagement to Priya years ago, an attraction sparked within her, which she has carefully hidden behind layers of propriety.
As Kiran enters her life in a more intimate way, you will see that Madhuben is far more complex than she appears—far from being merely a neglected wife, she is a woman whose bottled-up passions are waiting to explode. In a twist, she’s been carefully orchestrating a scenario to bring her long-buried desires to the surface. This piece peels back the layers of Madhuben’s character, revealing a woman of hidden sexual depth, ready to embrace her lust in a way no one would have expected.
I was mid week and Madhuben arrived at the her daughters Penthouse. Serena's was going through a divorce and gave her mum the keys to let the carpet fitters in to remove all the old carpets and fit the new carpets. Serena was in Bangalore for the week with work.
It was 9am on Wednesday morning and the fitters were arriving at 9:30am and traffic meant she didn't arrive at the property till gone 9:30am. Madhuben stood at the entrance of the penthouse, struggling with the heavy door while the carpet fitters waited impatiently behind her.
The frustration of the day had mounted—her daughter's divorce, Jagdish's frequent absence, and now this. She tried calling Serena multiple times, but to no avail. With no other choice, she thought of Kiran, knowing his reputation in the family for being handy and reliable. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of something deeper stir within her, but brushed it aside and dialed his number.
Kiran arrived quickly, eager for the chance to be alone with Madhuben. He had always found her slim frame and full, sensual curves alluring in a quiet way, though he'd never imagined she'd be the one to truly ignite his desire. Her breasts, though hidden beneath her sari, hinted at a fullness that had long caught his attention. Her brown skin gleamed with a kind of understated beauty, and her hips swayed in a way that made his pulse quicken.
As Kiran worked on the door, Madhuben watched him intently, her mind betraying her with memories of the first time she'd seen him—at Priya's engagement all those years ago. She had felt an undeniable attraction, a pull she had never been able to shake. Now, as she stood watching him, those buried desires rushed to the surface.
When the carpet fitters finished and the door finally shut, leaving them alone in the penthouse, a palpable tension filled the air.
"Thank you, Kiran," she said, her voice softer than usual, her body now standing much closer to his than was necessary.
Kiran, always the predator, saw the opportunity in her lingering presence, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Madhuben stepped forward, her slim, graceful hands trailing up his chest, her eyes locking with his in a look that spoke volumes of desire.
"Kiran," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "I’ve wanted this for a long time."
He froze, stunned by the boldness of her words, by the realization that the woman he'd viewed as shy and quiet had harbored such lust for him. Her hands moved lower, feeling the hardness that had already started to form in his pants.
Madhuben’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "You think you're the only one who's been watching?" she teased, her voice dripping with sensuality.
Without another word, she took control. She pressed her body against him, her full, heavy breasts rubbing against his chest as she pulled him into a searing kiss. Kiran could feel her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her sari, and his hands instinctively found her hips, squeezing them as the heat between them grew.
His mind raced, still struggling to process the situation as Madhuben pushed him back toward the sleek, modern couch in the penthouse's living room.
Her hands were deft as she undressed him, her slim fingers unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers with a deliberate slowness. Kiran, in shock but aroused beyond belief, stood there as she knelt in front of him, her face inches from his throbbing cock. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she licked her lips.
Madhuben wasted no time. Her mouth enveloped him with an eagerness that left Kiran gasping. She sucked him expertly, her lips gliding over his length while her tongue teased the sensitive tip.
She moaned softly as she tasted him, her sounds vibrating against his skin. Kiran’s head fell back, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as Madhuben devoured him with a hunger he hadn’t anticipated.
"God, you taste good," she whispered between strokes, her voice low and sultry.
Her hands explored his body, one moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently while her other hand continued to stroke his shaft. Kiran was in a haze of pleasure, but what came next left him in stunned disbelief. Madhuben’s lips moved lower, kissing and licking down his shaft until she reached the base. Then, without hesitation, she slid her tongue further, her breath hot as she licked his perineum, teasing him with the edge of something new.
Before Kiran could react, Madhuben’s tongue found his anus, her lips pressing against him in a way that made his whole body tense. No woman had ever done this to him before—especially not an Indian woman of Madhuben’s age. Yet here she was, rimming him with the same filthy abandon with which she had sucked his cock.
Kiran moaned, his body betraying him as he gave in to the overwhelming sensation.
"You like that, don’t you?" Madhuben purred, her voice dripping with confidence as she continued to pleasure him. "You never thought someone like me would do something like this, did you?"
Kiran could barely form words. "M-Madhuben…"
She smiled wickedly, standing up slowly, her body pressing against his once more. Kiran’s hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves of her full breasts, her pert arse. He tugged at her sari, pulling it aside to reveal her naked body beneath.
Her skin was soft, her breasts heavy and full with dark brown nipples that begged to be sucked. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as she moaned softly, grinding her hips against him.
"I want your cock inside my cunt," she whispered, her voice husky with need. "Now."
Kiran in shock, but driven by pure lust, positioned her on the couch, her legs spread wide as she lay back, inviting him in. He could see the wetness between her thighs, her cunt glistening as she reached down to guide him inside her. As he slid into her, her tight, wet heat enveloped his rock hard cock completely, making him groan in pleasure.
"Fuck," Kiran growled, unable to hold back.
"You’re so wet… so tight…"
Madhuben smiled wickedly, her hands gripping his arse, nails digging in, as he began to thrust into her, slow and deep at first, then harder, more urgent as the need overtook them both. Her words were filthy, egging him on, telling him to fuck her harder, to make her scream. Kiran, normally the one in control, found himself completely at her mercy as she met his every thrust with equal passion. Kiran could not believe this was happening to him.
Their bodies moved together in a primal, animalistic rhythm. Kiran’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he fucked her with a raw intensity he hadn’t felt in years. Madhuben’s moans filled the penthouse, her nails digging into his back as she came closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, Kiran" she demanded, her voice breathless. "I want to feel you inside me. Fill me Kiran, fill me with your hot cum"
It was all the encouragement he needed. With a final, deep thrust, Kiran came, filling her completely as her body trembled beneath him in climax. They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat.
As they lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, Kiran could barely comprehend what had just happened. Madhuben had shattered every expectation, every boundary, leaving him both exhilarated and exhausted. What an ultimate slut, he thought to himself, catching his breath as he stroked his cock.
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