Becoming landlords wife

The Kiss and beyond 🔞

Ramesh's hand shot out, grasping Vijay's wrist. "No," he said, his voice raw with need. "Please don't go, Lakshmi."

Vijay felt a jolt of confusion and fear, but Ramesh's grip was firm, almost desperate.

"Ramesh Uncle," he began, but the words died in his throat as Ramesh's hand slid up to cradle his face.

Then, before he could react, Ramesh leaned in and kissed him.

Vijay's body stiffened in shock, his mind screaming at him to push Ramesh away. But as Ramesh's tongue tentatively touched his own, something strange happened. His own body started responding to it.

Ramesh's hand found the knot of the sari, his movements frantic. The fabric whispered to the floor, leaving Vijay in just his bra and panty.

Ramesh's eyes devoured him, his hunger unmistakable. And to Vijay's horror, his own body responded.

The kiss grew deeper, Ramesh's hand fumbling with the clasp of his bra. The underwire bit into his skin as it gave way, and Vijay's breasts spilled out.

With trembling hands, Ramesh removed the last barrier, the lacy panty, leaving Vijay completely exposed.

He felt the man's gaze travel down his body, lingering on his curves. It was a look that both repulsed and aroused him.

Vijay started kissing Ramesh back, his tongue meeting the older man's with surprising enthusiasm.

With a tremendous effort, Vijay pulled away, breathing hard.

"I can't," Vijay said, his voice shaking. "I'm not Lakshmi."

But Ramesh's grip on his wrist was unyielding.

"You're all I have," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Just for tonight, let me pretend."

Vijay's resolve wavered, his body responding to the heat of Ramesh's touch.

He didn't want to be Lakshmi, but he didn't want to be alone either. Not like this. He didn't want to be the reason for Ramesh's sadness.

So, when Ramesh leaned in for another kiss, he didn't pull away.

He met the man's lips with his own, feeling the soft pressure of Ramesh's tongue seeking entry.

And as it slid into his mouth, he felt a strange thrill. It was wrong, it was messed up, but it was also the most wanted he had felt in a long, long time.

Their kiss grew urgent, Ramesh's hand sliding up to cradle Vijay's bare chest.

The sensation of skin on skin sent a jolt of electricity through Vijay's body. He moaned, his arms wrapping around Ramesh's neck. He could feel the man's arousal pressing against him, and his own body responded in kind.

They stumbled into the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and sari fabric.

Ramesh laid him down on the bed, his eyes never leaving Vijay's face. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I need this."

Vijay nodded, his heart racing. He knew he should stop this, knew he should get dressed and leave.

But he didn't. Instead, he watched as Ramesh undressed, revealing a body that was not unlike his own—thinning hair, a round belly, and all the imperfections of age.

Yet, in the dim light of the room, he saw the love in the man's eyes, and something in him snapped.

He reached up, his hands shaking, and pulled Ramesh down for another kiss. This time, it was Vijay who took the lead, his tongue delving deep into the landlord's mouth.

He felt Ramesh's body tense with pleasure, and the power was intoxicating.

When Ramesh finally removed his underwear, Vijay's eyes went wide with both shock and fascination.

Ramesh's cock stood tall and proud, a stark contrast to his own. It was thick and veined, with a girth that made his own feel insignificant.

The sight of it sent a jolt of anticipation through Vijay's body, and before he could think better of it, his mouth began to water.

He had never done this before—not with a man, not dressed as a woman.

But something in Ramesh's desperation, something in the way he looked at him, made him want to give in. Vijay leaned in, his heart racing, and took the head of Ramesh's cock into his mouth. It was warm and slightly salty, and the scent of arousal filled his nostrils.

He moved his mouth tentatively, feeling the man's shudder of pleasure.

Ramesh's hand tangled in his hair, guiding him, urging him deeper. Vijay swallowed hard, his throat tightening around the unfamiliar intrusion.

He tried to relax, focusing on the feel of the cock in his mouth, the way the shaft felt against his tongue.

He took his time, exploring every inch with his mouth, feeling the man's breath hitch and his body tense.

As he grew bolder, Vijay took more of Ramesh into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head.

His tongue danced along the underside, tracing the vein that pulsed with every heartbeat. He could feel the man's excitement building, the cock growing harder, the movements of his hips becoming more erratic.

When Ramesh finally came, Vijay felt a warmth fill his mouth, the taste of salty sweetness coating his tongue.

He didn't pull away, didn't gag. Instead, he swallowed eagerly, the act of submission sending a thrill through his body. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of semen, until the man's body went slack with satisfaction.

The room was quiet save for their heavy breathing. Ramesh looked down at him, his eyes glazed with passion and something that might have been love.

Vijay sat up, his own body trembling with the aftermath of the act. He knew this was wrong, knew he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, all he felt was a strange sense of belonging.

As he pulled away, Ramesh's hand came up to cup his cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for being here."

Vijay nodded, unable to find the words to respond. He knew he had to get dressed, had to leave before this went any further. But his body felt heavy, laden with a need he had never felt before.

He looked at Ramesh, his own cock hard and untouched. He didn't know what to do with it, didn't know if he even wanted to.

With a sigh, he pushed himself up, the fabric of the sari sliding down his body.

He gathered it up, his movements jerky and awkward. "I should go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ramesh nodded, his expression a mix of regret and longing.

"I understand," he said, his voice hoarse.

"But please, Vijay. If you ever need anything—if you ever need a place to stay, or just someone to talk to—I'm here."