Becoming landlords wife

Suspicions

Overtime the nightdress became a routine for both of them.

Vijay has loved the freedom the nightdress provided but every time he worked on the floor who could feel Ramesh's eye oggling on his breast.

Ramesh couldn't help but steal glances at Vijay as he mopped the floor, wearing a flowing ladies' nightdress. The soft fabric hugged Vijay's curves, and Ramesh's eyes kept drifting to the cleavage. He felt a flutter in his chest, surprised by his own reaction.

Their neighbors had noticed the change in Ramesh too.

"Ramesh, you seem so energetic lately!" Mrs. Kumar said during their morning encounter. "What's your secret?"

Ramesh brushed it off, "Just getting enough sleep, I guess."

But the truth lay in Vijay's presence. Ramesh enjoyed watching him move around the apartment, the nightdress accentuating his femininity.

One day, Ramesh's doubts resurfaced when he saw his cupboard ajar. He feared Vijay had finally succumbed to temptation.

Determined to catch Vijay red-handed, Ramesh pretended to leave for his club. Instead, he slipped back into the apartment using his spare key and hid in his bathroom.

Fifteen minutes passed before Vijay entered the room, his eyes locked on the cupboard. Ramesh's heart pounded as Vijay punched in the safe's passcode and opened it.

Vijay's hands trembled slightly as he extracted Lakshmi's old necklace and bangles. Ramesh's confusion deepened. Why was Vijay interested in his late wife's jewelry?

Next, Vijay opened another cupboard, navigating through Ramesh's clothes to Lakshmi's section.

Vijay's fingers lingered on her undergarments before selecting lacy bra with Satin panty he put them on the bed and then moved to sarees. He selected a stunning blue Banarasi saree with a golden border and matching blouse.

As Vijay delicately unfolded the saree, Ramesh's curiosity got the better of him. What was Vijay planning? He wanted to confront him but decided to just wait and watch.

Vijay slipped off the nightdress, revealing his voluptuous, hairless body. His breasts seemed fuller, as if all the fat had migrated to his chest and buttocks, accentuating their roundness. Ramesh's gaze lingered on Vijay's transformed physique.

As Vijay slid on a panty, Ramesh's eyes fixated on the fabric hugging his curves. Vijay's butt looked enticing, and Ramesh's pulse quickened. Next, Vijay fastened a bra with ease, as if he'd done it countless times before.

The blouse and saree followed, draped expertly around his waist, pleats folded with precision. Vijay's hair, now shoulder-length, was tied in a sleek bun, adorned with delicate clips and pins.

Eight months of neglect, first due to depression and then his fascination with feminine allure, had transformed his locks.

Bangles encircled his slender wrists, and an anklet adorned his feet.

The mangalsutra, a symbol of marital bliss, rested on his chest. Finally, lipstick colored his lips, and vermillion marked his forehead.

Ramesh's arousal grew as he watched Vijay's transformation.

His manhood strained against his pants, and he struggled to compose himself. But as he accidentally pushed the door open, Vijay's eyes met his, filled with alarm.

"Uncle, I... am sorry," Vijay stammered, his voice barely audible.

The air was charged with tension, Ramesh's surprise mingling with Vijay's embarrassment.

Ramesh's eyes narrowed, "But why? You said you didn't like dressing like Lakshmi three months ago."

Vijay's voice transformed from apologetic to sultry, "Something changed after moving here. I craved the soft fabric's caress." His gaze locked onto Ramesh's.

"I liked how you kissed me that day. I wanted to feel it again." Vijay's words dripped with seduction as he stepped closer, anklets jingling with each move.

Ramesh's mind raced, "I kissed you? When did it happen?" His memories of that night were hazy, ending with asking Vijay to watch a movie together.

Vijay's lips curled into a sly smile, "You did more than that." He winked, his painted, glossy lips inches from Ramesh's.

As Vijay's body drew near, Ramesh couldn't help but notice how his voluptuous figure rivaled the hottest women on the internet. Soft, rounded curves and smooth skin made Ramesh's pulse quicken.

Vijay's lips met Ramesh's, sending shivers down his spine. Ramesh's dry lips were enveloped by Vijay's moist, painted ones. The unexpected kiss left Ramesh reeling, unsure how to respond.

Vijay's hands rested on Ramesh's hips, pulling him closer. The saree-clad body pressed against Ramesh, igniting a spark within.

Ramesh's mind wrestled with desire and confusion.

"You actually did more than just kiss that night" Vijay said moving his hands from back to front feeling Ramesh manhood with his fingers.

He opened the zip and the manhood flung out. Vijay sat on his knee desperate to remind ramesh of that night's event. But as he moved his face closer to the thing Ramesh pushed him back.

"You are the same age my daughter!" Ramesh shouted "and you are a man. I was wrong to ask to live here"

Panic stricken as Vijay realised how he made a mess by moving too fast.
"Sorry uncle " Vijay said apologising "I just liked the feel of Saree and tried it on. I will never do it again. Please don't throw me out I have no where to be"

Ramesh knew he couldnt throw him out as he himself has grown accustomed to having vijay in his apartment.

"Okay.. i will allow you to be here. And you can continue wearing Laskmi saree"Ramesh said with a stern voice "but never try to seduce me again".

"I won't" Vijay said but in his mind he was determined to win Ramesh over with his body.