One evening I heard many noises from her houses. I was always hooked onto what she is upto. I had to check about the noises. I walked towards her house and peeped through the secret window which I used to peep into her master bedroom.

I was stunned to see what was happening inside. She was sitting on her bed with an elderly person. That didn't look like her husband. But someone older. She had her saree pallu down and the man was squeezing her boobies. Rather my milkies.

I was disappointed and surprised at the same time. How can she let someone touch her like that. Soon the man kissed her neck line, then her jawline and then her soft mounds. My adrenaline rushed to my manhood seeing them.

I was also getting angry for some reason. I didn't want her to touch some man. He didn't look right for her either. And what about her husband? I have never seen him much. They say he works in another city. But he is a husband.

Was she not faithful to him? How does it matter to me? But I was agitated for some reason. I didn't want to see what they would do further. I crouched down the window just hearing them.

I could hear her laughing and giggling with him. With the touches. And he was saying "Rani, aaj hot lag rahi ho. Paani nikaldon teri?" (You are looking hot, darling, shall I make you cumm?)

My blood boiled with anger and rushing towards my young cock. It was hard as rock. Like every time I masturbate for her. But I didn't like that she was enjoying with some old man.