It’s Not My Fault
Copyright© 2026 by SexyPreeti
Chapter 3
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 3 - My name is Preeti and I am writing this story on behalf of Nandini. Please note, this is a slow burn story so don’t expect full sex very soon. Be patient with me because I will take you thru a detail of her real life and the way it evolved. I hope you all enjoy it and show me your love with your likes and comments.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual True Story Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Foot Fetish Hairy Public Sex Indian Erotica Slow
I messaged my mentor and she was also of the same opinion. Now all that I needed was a solid excuse to lure Shyam. I picked up my phone and called my present gardener. To my good luck he didn’t answer my call like he mostly does. This was all that I needed to put my plan in action.
Then I remembered that I already had so much gardening work pending. There were so many new saplings which I had bought from the local nursery which had to be potted/planted and my present gardener was AWOL as always. While I was on my phone, Shyam was feasting on my big boobs.
Knowingly I pretended to not notice and let him continue staring. Since my present gardener didn’t answer my call, I used this excuse and said “Shyam looks like you came in at the right time. My current gardener is not answering his phone and I have lots of pending work to be done. So when are you available to help me with it”?
His face lit up like morning sunshine. He quickly replied “madam I am without a job right now. So I can start right away”. I replied “Shyam that’s excellent news, let me show you the work to be done. But first tell me how much salary are you expecting”? He replied “madam I am happy with whatever you pay me”.
I again insisted but he stuck to the same reply. I decided to pay him at least the same as I was paying my previous gardener for now and revise it based on the quality of work he would do. Just as I completed my sentence, my baby started crying because she was hungry and wanted to be fed.
I looked at him and said “sorry Shyam, you will need to wait because I need to feed my baby first”. He calmly replied “madam why do you need to feed the baby? Vimla or Nirmala can do that for you”. I am like how do I explain to this man that I need to breastfeed my baby which the other two ladies cannot do.
Overwhelmed with embarrassment and frustration, I finally blurted out “Shyam please understand I need to feed my milk to my baby which they cannot”. Now his face turned red with embarrassment and he only nodded okay and looked away. There was an uncomfortable deafening silence between us now.
I realised and calmed down and said “Shyam you please go to the outhouse at the back of the house and get started with preparations while I join you”. He nodded okay but didn’t move. I left from there to tend to my baby. I sat cross legged on my bed with my baby on my lap.
I raised my t-shirt and undid my nursing bra feeding one nipple to my baby. I lowered my t-shirt covering up as much as possible. Not that I was shy if the two maids saw me. It was because today there was a man also in the house. Just then Vimala and Nirmala walked in to sweep and mop this room.
They saw me feeding my baby so they quietly left. While my baby sucked on my nipple drinking my milk, I couldn’t help reminiscing all the events of today morning as it was my first time and felt really aroused now. A strange and strong kind of arousal which I have never felt before.
I could feel my pussy leaking like a stream which has also never happened before. I was feeling overwhelmed with the urge to finger myself right now. But since I was still feeding my baby I couldn’t. Then my arousal got the better of me. Like they say necessity is the mother of all innovation.
Since my baby was feeding from my left breast, I supported her with my left hand. Then I slipped my right hand down below and unbuttoned my shorts. I slipped my hand inside straight down to my dripping wet mound and was surprised to feel how wet I really was.
Even when I visualised myself in place of the lead characters in those sex stories, I never got this wet or felt so aroused. When my finger touched my sensitive clit I felt a high voltage electric shock rip thru my body making me jerk with never before felt pleasures.
I looked below and my baby was still comfortably lying on my lap drinking my milk. I slipped one finger inside my pussy and felt more strong jolts of high voltage pleasures rip thru my body. This caused my back to arch pulling away my nipple out and away from my baby.
I quickly realised and fed her my nipple again before she would begin to cry. Now my baby sucking my nipple itself was adding further to my arousal. I was consciously suppressing my moans by biting my lips so no one hears what I am up to.
After some time, my baby let go of my nipple indicating that my milk was empty there. So I turned her around and fed her my other nipple. After making her comfortable, I slipped my left hand down below into my shorts straight to my pussy. I couldn’t believe I was actually masturbating myself while breastfeeding my baby.
This was my first time and it felt very different ... It felt awesome. I was leaking so heavily down there that no doubt my shorts would already have a big wet patch by now. Despite this, I was beyond caring because my orgasm was so bloody close to the edge.
Blinded by my arousal and fuelled by my quickly nearing orgasm, I slipped two fingers inside my pussy. The next minute, my body shuddered and stiffened. My eyes rolled back, my back arched, my breath paused, I almost screamed Aaahhhhhhhh ... fuckkk...
This was by far one of the best and strongest orgasms which I had experienced. My nipple got pulled away from my baby making her cry. This brought me back to my senses immediately and I quickly fed her my nipple again. Luckily the two maids did not hear me.
But after composing myself, I accidentally looked at the door and saw a shadow moving on the floor tiles. The sunlight from the living room windows were clearly casting a shadow of someone standing outside my bedroom door. If it had been my maids, then they had no reason to be standing there.
This only meant one thing ... It had to be Shyam ... Ohhh holy fuckk ... Shyam had been watching me breastfeeding my baby and also fingering myself. He had probably seen me orgasm too. I felt embarrassed and ashamed but at the same time my naughty exhibitionist mind took over triggering my arousal again.