It’s Not My Fault
Copyright© 2026 by SexyPreeti
Chapter 6
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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 was surprised about how easily I said this but I just did. Shyam took and few moments and then stepped inside. His face was lowered with his eyes looking at the floor. I calmly said “Shyam look at me first”.
He slowly raised his face and his gaze went straight to my naked boobs and my baby sucking my nipple. Now this sent a shudder thru my body making my pussy twitch with excitement. Despite not planning it, I was beginning to feel aroused.
I composed myself and said “Shyam couldn’t you have waited for me before climbing on that wobbly stool? What if you had fallen and hurt yourself? How would I face Nirmala”? He stood mum but his eyes remained locked on my big tits.
He knew I was watching him but that made no difference to him now. Then my baby let go of my nipple so I turned her around and fed her my other nipple. During this my skirt was raised exposing my naked pussy completely.
Shyam didn’t miss any chance catching a glimpse of it. Due to my arousal, I was already wet so without doubt my pussy lips and pubes would be glistening with my wetness. I too was feeling hornier by the moment now.
So on purpose I turned my baby around slowly giving Shyam ample opportunity to enjoy watching my dripping wet cunt.
I said “Shyam you can take leave for the day as I need to go see my doctor. We will continue tomorrow morning with the rest of the gardening”. He curiously asked “madam why doctor? Is everything okay”?
I calmly replied “yes Shyam everything is fine, nothing to worry about”. He quickly said “madam then why doctor’s visit suddenly now”? People go to doctor only when they have a problem”.
Now I was stumped, I could have simply asked him to leave without giving a reason. Like an idiot I had told him everything. I replied “actually yes I have a problem so I am going to see the doctor”.
I knew the more details I gave him the deeper I was sinking into this situation. But still taking to Shyam no longer felt uncomfortable. Maybe because he was the first one to help me realise one of my fantasies of experiencing pussy oral.
I don’t know, but something about him was attracting me towards him like a powerful magnet. Shyam worriedly said “madam I hope the problem is not serious”? I replied “I don’t know Shyam. That is why I need to see the doctor”.
He asked “madam what is the problem”? I knew I had dug this pit myself and gotten into it. I simply said “Shyam my breasts are hurting. That is the problem”.
He pointed to my baby drinking my milk and said “madam is your baby biting because of which you have pain”? I was dumb struck seeing his presence of mind. Shyam had even thought about this angle which most men miss.
I replied “no Shyam, she does not bite so problem is something else”. He didn’t ask anything further and I felt relieved now. All this while it had been a cat and mouse game between us.
But now Shyam was standing right here in front of me enjoying the sight of my naked big tits and I was willingly letting him. I had just discussed my most intimate problem with him which I probably would have done only with my husband.
The earlier encounter from the outhouse flashed in my mind making me shudder with arousal again ... I mustered all the courage I could and said “Shyam you really enjoy watching me like this, don’t you”?
He wasn’t expecting such a direct question and that caught him totally off guard. Now for the first time he looked at my face all panicky and fumbling for words. I continued “after what you did to me in the outhouse what is left to hesitate about? So just say it...”.
My arousal was already at its peak and I had no idea what I was getting into now. I decided to just go with the flow but at the same time I wasn’t sure if I was ready to get fucked by him yet.
He softly replied “yes madam, I like to watch because I have never seen such a beautiful woman like you that too with such big things” pointing to my boobs.
I snapped “cut the crap Shyam. Everyone knows that I am not beautiful at all to look at. So don’t try to flatter me with this nonsense”.
He calmly replied “madam beauty is not just about the way you look. It is more importantly about the person behind those looks and how they treat others. It is so many things combined that makes you truly beautiful as a person...”.
Holy fuckkk ... I was completely bowled over by his answer. No one ... mark my words no one including my so called ex boyfriends before marriage or even my parents ever told me such a sweet thing.
I am so used to being compared with other women and then made to feel humiliated because I am not beautiful to look at. My heart went out to Shyam now. I just melted like butter tossed into a hot frying pan.
If this man was going to even rape me now like my husband did on my honeymoon, even then I might not regret it. Instead I would willingly submit myself and do everything possible to make him as happy as I can.
Fuckkk ... No one till date has ever made me feel so special like Shyam just did ... For the first time I felt important ... I felt worthy being alive ... And who did that??? My gardener ... Who I just met today...
I had tears of joy forming in my eyes. My baby had already let go of my other nipple and was fast asleep. I used this chance to put her in the cradle and wipe away my tears before Shyam saw it. I turned to him and held his hands in mine.
I held his face fondly with both hands and said “Shyam this was the sweetest thing anyone has told me ever...”. I lovingly said “Shyam please call me Nandini only when we are alone ... I will love it...”.
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