{"id":36181,"date":"2021-09-24T18:46:02","date_gmt":"2021-09-24T18:46:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/2021\/09\/24\/kumars-unrequited-love\/"},"modified":"2021-09-24T18:46:02","modified_gmt":"2021-09-24T18:46:02","slug":"kumars-unrequited-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/kumars-unrequited-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Kumar’s Unrequited Love"},"content":{"rendered":"\n \n

Kumar jumped out of his car after <\/span> in a hurry towards his unrequited love. He walked briskly across the parking lot. Without taking a moment to look, crossed the normally busy road without care. He maintained a poker face but kept his head down, praying that he would be left unmolested by the time he reached his flat.<\/p>\n

He had also refused to join his co-workers for a couple of drinks, despite it being a Friday. His mind was only focused on one thing. Did he make it in time?<\/p>\n

He reached the front door and then rang the bell. He waited for a while until it was clear that no one was going to open the door. He sighed and opened his bag to search for his keys.<\/p>\n

Then, he heard the familiar shuffle of footsteps. He stopped, straightened his collar, and put on his best \u201cI am tired\u201d face. He heard a sweet voice repeat over and over, \u201cI am coming.\u201d<\/p>\n

BAM. The door exploded from its hinges with unnecessary force. It revealed a haggard woman, face slick with sweat and exertion, somewhere between the age of 28 to 36. Despite his best attempts at maintaining a grumpy, tired face, Kumar would always cheer up when he saw that smiling face.<\/p>\n

That cocktail smell of sweat, detergent, and shampoo sent his head into a tailspin. When she took his bag, and his hands brushed up against her rough hands, he could feel all his body shiver.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome back, Kumar-ji!\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Mamta.\u201d<\/p> \n\n

Yes, Kumar was in love with his maid.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs Shruti home?\u201d he asked absentmindedly. \u201cNo, Madam left for the evening. She said she was going to her mother\u2019s place.\u201d Mamta continued after that, but Kumar did not stop her.<\/p>\n

He loved hearing her talk. He would drink in all her mannerisms as she prattled on. Like how she would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear (but only the left one). Or how she would scratch the little mole in her long neck. Or how her nose would flare out when she was excited or angry.<\/p>\n

Kumar never figured out when his one-sided infatuation towards his maid started. Was it when his marriage started to fall apart due to problems with his wife\u2019s brother?<\/p>\n

Or when teaching lost its luster and purpose that Kumar was sure he would never lose? Or was it when he was exposed to the hardened optimism of Mamta, something that could only be cultured with hardship?<\/p>\n

Well, it did not matter to Kumar. He stared at his maid work with his back turned to him. Her simple clothes did nothing to hide her ample curves, stockpiled through the ages.<\/p>\n

Despite her best attempts at neglecting it, her face still shone with a beauty that one can only be a gift by nature. There was a simplicity to her beauty that Kumar appreciated, honesty that he adored, and care that he loved.<\/p>\n

When she turned around, she frowned, \u201cWhy are you smiling?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am?\u201d Kumar asked.<\/p>\n

She returned his smile with a radiant one. \u201cHere\u2019s your tea,\u201d she handed him a cup.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust one cup?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnlike Kumar-ji, I still have a lot of work to complete, so I can\u2019t sit around drinking tea,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on. You must be tired. I see it in your face. It\u2019s just one cup,\u201d he pleaded. He knew she never refused a cup of tea. She placed her hands on her hips. (Oh, how he loved when she did that!) Her face scrunched up in concentration.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d she said exasperatedly. He watched her return sheepishly with a steaming cup of tea, already prepared. Kumar just smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? I knew you would ask me to have tea with you. So I just made extra,\u201d she said with feigned annoyance.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you want me to ask you to sit down and have tea with me?\u201d Kumar said mischievously.<\/p>\n

Mamta blushed and looked away. Kumar reached out and gently touched her hands. She looked back at him warmly before pulling away from his touch. Then, after taking a deep breath, she said, \u201cDid you hear about\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kumar and Mamta got lost in the labyrinths of gossip and murmurs for hours. Their teacups were empty hours ago. Kumar was always amazed at Mamta\u2019s ability to keep track of multiple storylines of her and his neighbors, diving in and out of different stories, secrets, and affairs, weaving a tapestry of the city\u2019s resident\u2019s messy lives.<\/p>\n

One minute, they talked about how the barber\u2019s teenage son was caught smoking with one of his students (a bright problem-child). Then switch to talking of Mrs. Sharma\u2019s latest investment misadventures. Then how the sand mafia was planning to burn down the Blue Mall to commit insurance fraud.<\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly, that\u2019s not true,\u201d Kumar exclaimed in shock. \u201cIt is! I heard the butcher\u2019s wife talking about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut, how would she know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you see,\u201d she said excitedly, \u201cHer husband used to be friends with\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She paused for that extra bit of Mamta flair, \u201cChota don!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No way. He was caught years ago. I think I was in college when that happened,\u201d Kumar said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnother thing about the butcher\u2019s wife,\u201d she said. She leaned a little towards him. Kumar caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He leaned in closer. She shot two glances to her left and her right, even though they were alone in that room.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe is having an affair with Mr. Pandey,\u201d she whispered. Kumar looked at her wide-eyed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think what you told me about the mafia. You should have been whispering that,\u201d Kumar said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s scandalous,\u201d Mamta said, blushing again. However, this time it was Kumar who looked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey always looked happy together. I mean, at least compared to\u2026\u201d Us, he thought to himself, unable to say the words out loud.<\/p>\n

\u201cKumar-ji, I am sorry\u2026\u201d Kumar raised his hand to cut her apology short.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault,\u201d he said, his hoarse voice surprising him. Mamta squirmed in her seat in obvious discomfort. She collected the empty cups and got up. \u201cI should go now,\u201d she said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, wait.\u201d Kumar got up. He reached out to Mamta. She turned around, hesitant. He hugged her.<\/p>\n

\u201cKumar-ji, we can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease. Just for a while, let me feel\u2026.\u201d The words died in his throat as he pulled her closer, his hug tighter. Can she tell how fast my heart is beating? He wondered to himself. Can she understand everything my heart is telling her? Excitement. Shame. Loneliness. Pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d he found himself pleading again. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t leave me alone tonight.\u201d He looked down at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her.<\/p>\n

It was a short kiss, a shallow one, yet, a kiss had never tasted sweeter. The faint bitterness of the tea they just had, swirled inside his mouth. But it was far weaker compared to the ecstasy he felt. He had done it. He finally kissed her.<\/p>\n

When they stopped, he met her gaze. He could see a hint of hesitation swim in her eyes. Yet, she said nothing. Kumar lifted her head and kissed her again. As she melted in his arms, their tongues danced and wrestled inside. His hands reached out for her breasts, and through her clothes, groped them.<\/p>\n

He heard a quiet moan as he kissed her neck, taking in deep breaths to smell her hair. With great care, his hands slid down, slipping inside her pants. Gently, he caressed her womanhood, enjoying her moans and gasps that grew louder and louder.<\/p>\n

Mamta pushed him away. \u201cKumar-ji, we can\u2019t. We are both married.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBroken marriages,\u201d Kumar said forcefully, \u201cwe are tied to partners that don\u2019t even love us anymore. Shouldn\u2019t we be allowed to be happy too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKumar-ji, will this make you happy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery second I spend with you makes me happy,\u201d Kumar whispered in her ears. He gently cupped her face and stared into her eyes. \u201cI won\u2019t force you to do anything that you don\u2019t want to,\u201d Kumar said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say that after you\u2019ve kissed me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026I mean…\u201dKumar stammered hesitantly. Kumar had essentially forced himself on her, consumed by his desire. Kumar tried to force out an apology but found it hard to speak when that lovely pouting face, cute as a button, broke out in giggling.<\/p>\n

\u201cMasterji! Do you think I will let you go after kissing me like that? After lighting my fire!\u201d she said cheerfully. \u201cShouldn\u2019t we be allowed to be happy too?\u201d she teased him and then leaped up into his arms to kiss him.<\/p>\n

Now, it was her turn. It was not hard for her hands to find and wrap her fingers around the throbbing pillar of heat and flesh pressing against her. With care, she freed his engorged manhood from their restraints.<\/p>\n

As they kissed, she stroked his cock with her rough hands and felt it grow hotter and bigger, as if it was feeding off of her warmth. She could feel Kumar\u2019s heart beating faster, and his hot breath grew heavier.<\/p>\n

As a faint moan escaped Kumar\u2019s lips, she squatted down and took his penis inside her mouth. Kumar had never felt anything like this before. \u201cWow, I never imagined you knew something …vulgar,\u201d Kumar gasped out between moans.<\/p>\n

Mamta raised her eyebrows. \u201cA married woman should know a few tricks,\u201d she said seductively before licking his shaft.<\/p>\n

Kumar knew he couldn\u2019t last long. He felt the pressure, the impulse build-up inside of him, multiplied with each wet kiss, each stroke, each lick. Yet, he tried to hold on, using all his willpower to keep it at bay.<\/p>\n

Mamta only increased her intensity. Her grip on his penis tightened, her head moved up and down his penis at terrifying yet exhilarating speed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMamta, I am\u2026\u201d His semen burst through and into Mamta\u2019s mouth, the thick ropey seed forcing its way down her throat. Kumar himself felt all energy leave his legs as he struggled to keep up with this unprecedented overload of euphoria. He had never cum the way he had right now.<\/p>\n

Tiny tremors and shivers raced up and down his body as Mamta swallowed his load, staring up at him with wide eyes, like a cat in heat. She took her time, shaking her hips as she stood up, maintaining eye contact with Kumar, teasing out everything from him. She licked her lips and took Kumar\u2019s hand in hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not going to stop here, are we?\u201d Mamta whispered into his ears.<\/p>\n

Kumar shook his head. Mamta shot a sly smile. Then, she led them both towards the bedroom. They had barely closed the bedroom door before they started tearing clothes off each other – clothing lying discarded on the floor as the two lovers jumped on the bed.<\/p>\n

Kumar showered Mamta\u2019s curvy body with kisses. He slowly made his way down her body, tasting each part of her until he reached her womanhood. Kumar kissed her inner thigh, caressing the lips of her pussy. He used his finger to press on her clitoris, taking great pride in his ability to make her moan.<\/p>\n

He took his time, playing around with her, teasing her, before he inserted his fingers inside. He continued his assault, trying to find that sweet spot, his fingers relentless in their pursuit. It only made Mamta moan louder and more frequently.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaster?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you use your tongue?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kumar smiled. He knelt. First, he kissed her inner thigh as his fingers slid inside and out. Then, he kissed her clitoris. Then only he forced his tongue inside. Kumar ate Mamta out with fury and intensity, using everything he had done, seen, and heard about.<\/p>\n

\u2018I would do anything to make her happy,\u2019 he thought to himself, \u2018God, what a dangerous feeling.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! Just like that!\u201d she yelled out as Mamta forced Kumar even deeper inside. Each lick, each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, shooting up her spine, rocking her brain every time. It built up, bouncing back getting stronger as Kumar continued his verbal attack.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my…I am\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Her words were cut short as her back arched back to an impossible angle, and her eyes rolled back. Pleasure. It was a pleasure like she had never felt before. Everything she had experienced before was dwarfed by this orgasm.<\/p>\n

It was a storm, a hurricane that blew away all of her sensibilities, all her doubts, and replaced them with one thing. Lust. She only needed one thing. It was Kumar, her employer, her married employer. Yet, she could not stop herself from spreading her legs. She looked at Kumar.<\/p>\n

\u201cMasterji! I want you inside me! I want you to ravage me!\u201d Kumar stepped forward, his painfully erect penis twitching in anticipation. Like a beast, he fell upon her. It took every ounce of willpower not to cum immediately, but Kumar held on.<\/p>\n

He wanted to see Mamta cum again, her quivering flesh, that deranged look on her face. His movements intensified as imagination ran wild in his mind. Just seeing her naked, moaning, gasping for air pleased him immensely. His grip on her breasts tightened as he sucked on her nipples.<\/p>\n

Without missing a beat, she nibbled on his ears. Kumar shifted his focus to her long gorgeous neck. They exchanged a sloppy kiss one more time before changing positions. After a brief respite, Kumar was back at it again, pounding her deep while they shuffled around.<\/p>\n

He watched, transfixed as ripples traveled through her massive yet dreamily soft butt. His hands continued their attack on her breasts, teasing her nipples, as he leaned in, burying his face into her hair, kissing her neck, and whispering sweet nothings into her ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cMamta, I want you by my side forever,\u201d Kumar found himself saying.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, Kumar-ji.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no more \u2018ji\u2019 business. Call me by my name, like you would your lover!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKumar, I want you to cum deep inside me. I want you to make me yours! I want you to forget all about your wife and only think of me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes!\u201d Kumar\u2019s movements intensified, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, to make Mamta his.<\/p>\n

\u201cMamta, I love you! I love you so much!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! I love you too!\u201d<\/p>\n

Kumar turned Mamta around and kissed her. He continued until he could hold on no longer. An unstoppable torrent of ecstasy flooded Kumar\u2019s mind as his penis exploded inside of Mamta\u2019s quivering, tightening pussy.<\/p>\n

The near-apocalyptic deluge of pleasure washed away all of his frustrations, his pent-up anger towards his domestic life. As he stared into Mamta\u2019s eyes, a strange feeling of content welled up from inside. He had found his answer, his anchor, his love, and there was no room for his wife here. It was his style=”color: #3366ff;” href=”https:\/\/www.indiansexstories2.net\/maid-servant\/unusual-love-story-maid-simran\/”>unusual feeling for his maid<\/span>, Mamta.<\/p>\n

Kumar and Mamta kissed each other as they collapsed with exhaustion.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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