Priya stood in the kitchen, her hands trembling as she poured tea into a cup. The sound of Sudhir’s shears clipping the hedges outside echoed through the open window, each snip sending a shiver down her spine. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his words from months ago. Madam, you have some thicc thighs and a huge butt. His voice had been so casual, so matter-of-fact, as if he were commenting on the weather. And then, that question—the one that had lingered in her mind ever since. Can I fuck it?She had been too shocked to respond then, too frozen in her conservative upbringing to even process what he had said. But now, months later, it was all she could think about. Her ass—her ass—had become an obsession. She had spent nights lying awake, imagining his rough hands on her, his mouth, his… She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they always came flooding back, hotter and more insistent each time.Taking a deep breath, Priya smoothed the pleats of her saree, the fabric clinging to her hips and thighs in a way that suddenly felt deliberate. She glanced out the window again, her heart pounding as she saw Sudhir bent over the flowerbeds, his weathered hands working with practiced ease. She knew what she had to do.Stepping outside, the sun warm on her skin, Priya approached him slowly. Sudhir straightened up when he saw her, his eyes immediately dropping to her hips, her ass, the way the saree draped over her curves. “Madam,” he said, his voice low and heavy with something that made her stomach tighten. “You’re looking… bold today.”Priya felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she turned her back to him, bending slightly at the waist so the saree pulled taut over her backside. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and unrelenting, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Sudhir,” she said, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound calm. “You… you said something to me. Months ago.”He stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat of his body, smell the earthy scent of sweat and soil on his skin. “I remember,” he said, his voice a growl that made her knees weak. “I remember every word.”She hesitated, her heart racing, then whispered, “Do you still mean it?”In an instant, his hands were on her, large and rough, squeezing her ass through the thin fabric of her saree. Priya gasped, her body trembling as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers digging into her curves with a possessiveness that left her breathless. “Do I mean it?” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Madam, your ass is a work of art. I’ve thought about nothing else since the day I first saw it.”Priya moaned softly, arching her back to press herself into his hands. She had never felt anything like this—never. Her husband had always been gentle, polite, almost clinical in their intimacy. But this… this was raw, primal, unhinged. It was everything she hadn’t realized she craved.Sudhir’s hands moved to the pallu of her saree, pulling it aside to expose the curve of her hip, the swell of her ass. He groaned, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in to press a kiss to the small of her back. “So soft,” he murmured, his lips trailing lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “So perfect.”Priya’s hands gripped the edge of the garden table for support as Sudhir’s hands slid under the fabric of her saree, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. She whimpered as he cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading with a fervor that made her head spin. His touch was rough, almost demanding, but it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.“You’ve been hiding this,” he said, his voice a low growl as he squeezed harder, making her gasp. “Hiding it from the world, from me. But not anymore, madam. Not anymore.”Priya bit her lip, her body trembling as his hands explored her, claiming her in a way that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. She had always been taught to be modest, to keep herself hidden, to be proper. But here, with Sudhir’s hands on her, his mouth kissing her backside, she felt something shift inside her. Something wild, something free.“You’re mine,” Sudhir said, his voice rough and possessive as he spun her around to face him. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her heart race, made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. “Your ass is mine, madam. Do you understand?”Priya nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he pulled her close, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Yes, Sudhir.”He groaned, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss that left her gasping for air. His tongue invaded her mouth, rough and demanding, as his hands slid down to grip her ass again, lifting her off the ground. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as he carried her to the garden bench, laying her down on her stomach.Sudhir’s hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, devouring her. He tugged her saree up, exposing her bare ass to the warm afternoon sun. Priya shivered as he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her cheeks, his tongue trailing a wet path that made her moan.“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands kneading her flesh as he pressed his face into her. “So fucking beautiful.”Priya buried her face in her arms, her body trembling as Sudhir’s lips and hands explored her. She had never felt so exposed, so alive. His mouth moved lower, his tongue licking a hot stripe between her cheeks that made her cry out. “Sudhir!” she gasped, her hips bucking against the bench as he teased her, tasting her in a way that felt almost sinful.He laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, madam?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust as he slapped her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. “You like it when I play with your ass?”Priya moaned, nodding frantically as he spanked her again, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that made her head spin. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Yes, Sudhir. Please.”He grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Priya, haunted by Sudhir's past words about her body, approaches him in the garden, revealing her desire. Sudhir, with a possessive hunger, explores her body, kissing and touching her intimately. He lays her down on a garden bench, exposing her bare ass and teasing her with his mouth and hands, making her feel exposed and alive.

Priya stood in the kitchen, her hands trembling as she poured tea into a cup. The sound of Sudhir’s shears clipping the hedges outside echoed through the open window, each snip sending a shiver down her spine. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his words from months ago. _Madam, you have some thicc thighs and a huge butt._ His voice had been so casual, so matter-of-fact, as if he were commenting on the weather. And then, that _question_—the one that had lingered in her mind ever since. _Can I fuck it?_

She had been too shocked to respond then, too frozen in her conservative upbringing to even process what he had said. But now, months later, it was all she could think about. Her ass—__her ass__—had become an obsession. She had spent nights lying awake, imagining his rough hands on her, his mouth, his… She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they always came flooding back, hotter and more insistent each time.

Taking a deep breath, Priya smoothed the pleats of her saree, the fabric clinging to her hips and thighs in a way that suddenly felt deliberate. She glanced out the window again, her heart pounding as she saw Sudhir bent over the flowerbeds, his weathered hands working with practiced ease. She knew what she had to do.

Stepping outside, the sun warm on her skin, Priya approached him slowly. Sudhir straightened up when he saw her, his eyes immediately dropping to her hips, her ass, the way the saree draped over her curves. “Madam,” he said, his voice low and heavy with something that made her stomach tighten. “You’re looking… *bold* today.”

Priya felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she turned her back to him, bending slightly at the waist so the saree pulled taut over her backside. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and unrelenting, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Sudhir,” she said, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound calm. “You… you said something to me. Months ago.”

He stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat of his body, smell the earthy scent of sweat and soil on his skin. “I remember,” he said, his voice a growl that made her knees weak. “I remember every word.”

She hesitated, her heart racing, then whispered, “Do you still mean it?”

In an instant, his hands were on her, large and rough, squeezing her ass through the thin fabric of her saree. Priya gasped, her body trembling as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers digging into her curves with a possessiveness that left her breathless. “Do I *mean* it?” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Madam, your ass is a *work of art*. I’ve thought about nothing else since the day I first saw it.”

Priya moaned softly, arching her back to press herself into his hands. She had never felt anything like this—__never__. Her husband had always been gentle, polite, almost clinical in their intimacy. But this… this was raw, primal, *unhinged*. It was everything she hadn’t realized she craved.

Sudhir’s hands moved to the pallu of her saree, pulling it aside to expose the curve of her hip, the swell of her ass. He groaned, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in to press a kiss to the small of her back. “So soft,” he murmured, his lips trailing lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “So *perfect*.”

Priya’s hands gripped the edge of the garden table for support as Sudhir’s hands slid under the fabric of her saree, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. She whimpered as he cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading with a fervor that made her head spin. His touch was rough, almost demanding, but it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“You’ve been hiding this,” he said, his voice a low growl as he squeezed harder, making her gasp. “Hiding it from the world, from *me*. But not anymore, madam. Not anymore.”

Priya bit her lip, her body trembling as his hands explored her, claiming her in a way that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. She had always been taught to be modest, to keep herself hidden, to be *proper*. But here, with Sudhir’s hands on her, his mouth kissing her backside, she felt something shift inside her. Something wild, something *free*.

“You’re *mine*,” Sudhir said, his voice rough and possessive as he spun her around to face him. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her heart race, made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. “Your ass is mine, madam. Do you understand?”

Priya nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he pulled her close, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Yes, Sudhir.”

He groaned, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss that left her gasping for air. His tongue invaded her mouth, rough and demanding, as his hands slid down to grip her ass again, lifting her off the ground. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as he carried her to the garden bench, laying her down on her stomach.

Sudhir’s hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, *devouring* her. He tugged her saree up, exposing her bare ass to the warm afternoon sun. Priya shivered as he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her cheeks, his tongue trailing a wet path that made her moan.

“You’re *beautiful*,” he murmured, his hands kneading her flesh as he pressed his face into her. “So fucking beautiful.”

Priya buried her face in her arms, her body trembling as Sudhir’s lips and hands explored her. She had never felt so exposed, so *alive*. His mouth moved lower, his tongue licking a hot stripe between her cheeks that made her cry out. “Sudhir!” she gasped, her hips bucking against the bench as he teased her, tasting her in a way that felt almost sinful.

He laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, madam?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust as he slapped her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. “You like it when I play with your ass?”

Priya moaned, nodding frantically as he spanked her again, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that made her head spin. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Yes, Sudhir. Please.”

He grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. “Good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

A conservative housewife finds her world turned upside down when her gardener’s bold comment awakens a hidden desire within her.

She becomes obsessed with the idea of her ass being desired, leading to a steamy encounter where he praises, mauls, licks, and spanks her.

The encounter delves into themes of forbidden desire, power dynamics, and the exploration of a woman’s sexual awakening.

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