It’s Not My Fault – Part 2

At that time, I was not in this present frame of mind but I still really enjoyed it. But now I was really desperate to become a sex toy for other men no matter how or where or what I had to do to make it happen. Now I was all game for any type of sexual stimulation and adventure…

Be it anything… small or big… with anyone… I was ready and desperate as hell… After my husband left for work, I took my bath and sat down waiting for my maid Vimla. She had called me last evening saying she had to go home for a family emergency. She came in accompanied by another middle aged couple.

The woman’s name was Nirmala and she was her replacement maid. Vimla said she was going to tag Nirmala along to show her the work to be done and they way to do it the way I want it. I was disappointed because Vimla who had worked for us for so many years and had to leave.

But I was also happy that she was so thoughtful to bring her replacement along. After the ladies left on their work, the man next to Nirmala softly spoke up “madam my name is Shyam and I can take care of your gardening and other errands if you give me a chance”.

I looked him up properly now, he seemed like a decent guy with average build. No six packs, no well chiselled chest, just normal kind of fit body for his age… I guessed he should be somewhere in his mid forties and used to a lot of physical work which kept him so fit.

Shyam had broad shoulders with thick arms which made him look quite fit. I already have a gardener on call but he never shows up on time. Most of the times he comes drunk, something which I cannot tolerate because he is hardly productive while under the influence of alcohol.

I replied “Shyam I already have someone taking care of my gardens. So if I need your services then I will let Nirmala know”. He didn’t seem happy with my answer but quietly relented.

He still tried one final time by saying “madam please understand, we are very poor and we need all the work you can give us because we desperately need the money. I swear I will do anything to make sure you will not get a chance to regret hiring us… especially me…”.

During this conversation, Vimla had already left to her work along with Nirmala. So it was only Shyam and me in the living room. During the day I normally wear t-shirts and shorts at home. Today also I was wearing the same with inners ofcourse.

All the while I spoke to Shyam he was standing with his head lowered showing respect and eyes staring at the floor. But every time I looked the other way for whatever reason, his eyes lingered on my exposed thighs and big tits. I understood what that meant.

I remembered reading Sabitri’s story where she had a great time with her gardener Bhima. This gave wings to my imagination making me rub my thighs together and my pussy wet. Opportunity was right in front of me now if I was ready to grab it. I decided to go for it without worrying about the outcome.

I messaged my mentor and she was also of the same opinion. Now all that I needed was a solid excuse to lure Shyam. I picked up my phone and called my present gardener. To my good luck he didn’t answer my call like he mostly does. This was all that I needed to put my plan in action.