Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of her full ass to the world of one full minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the previous night and together they came at least five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman’s young and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud’s hands began to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya’s lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers reignited Manya’s lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.
The young milkman understood the lady’s state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the door. The stud placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the dormant lust in her like no other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his strong, young dick began examining its entry route into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya’s case. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this special pounding in the special place, right on the doorstep.