Housewife's Window: Painters' Pleasure

story in hindi about a lonely indian housewife rabia age 34, whose husband is abroad...one day building painting guys age 45 and age 50 see her through her window as curtain were open.. they start lusting over her..weeks pass by they also try to seduce her by working shirtless... she notices it and starts enjoying and starts wearing nighty and thsrt leggigs and stand in balcony Or keep window curtain open... they get her number from grocery store she visited... they plan to seduce her.. offering cheap painting house.. she fell for their trap.. they finally fuck her in her house

Rabo ka Lal chaura aao wahaan par. As the heat of midday reached its peak, Rabia, a 34-year-old housewife, had just finished preparing lunch for herself and her husband, who was currently abroad. She had the house to herself, so she let the curtains stay open, a soft breeze flowing in through the window and kept her mind busy. Across the way, two painters, Vikram and Rajesh, both in their late forties, were working on the neighboring house, their eyes drawn to Rabia's open window. Vikram had a broad chest, and thick black hair with patches of grey, while Rajesh was more burly, with a body that bore the marks of countless days under the sun. Vikram nudged Rajesh. "Bhagwan ka bhandar hai, " he said, noding towards Rabia, his tongue running over his lips. " Without a second thought, they began to work shirtless, the sight of their sweaty, muscular bodies intended to provoke. They didn't have to wait long. Rabia caught sight of them through the kitchen window, feeling a strange thrill. Opening her wardrobe, she selected a cotton nighty, the thin fabric hugging her curves. She wore leggings that tightly hugged her thighs, and chose not to hide from their gaze. Instead, she stepped onto the balcony, letting the sun warm her skin. She could see them watching her. Their lust was palpable, but Rabia didn't shy away. Instead, she enjoyed the sensation of their eyes on her body, feeling a strange exhilaration. A couple of weeks later they got her number from the grocery store. They began to visit her house, and she fell for their offer of inexpensive painting. They worked tirelessly, their bodies glistening with sweat. They took frequent breaks, often coming inside to cool off and have water. Rabia would watch them from the kitchen, feeling a growing ache between her legs. One day, as Rajesh grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, he let his hand brush against Rabia's. She didn't pull away, instead, she let her fingers linger on his, feeling the rough callouses and the heat of his skin. She knew what she wanted, and she was ready to take it. They would seduce her today and she would surrender.

Rajesh leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You know what we want, Rabia. And I think you want it too." She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. "And what is it that you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's clearly obvious isn't it?" he said, his voice deep and husky. "We want to feel you, to taste you. To make you scream our names. We want you." Rabia's heartbeat quickened, and she felt a throb of desire between her legs. But he didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed her suddenly and crushed their lips together, his tongue demanding entry. She opened her mouth and let him in, their tongues dancing and clashing against each other, he pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands roaming her body, gripping her hips, her sides, her breasts, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. She moaned into his mouth. She wasn't, couldn't be, this wet. She could feel the dampness in her nighty, the stickiness on her thighs. She broke away from his lips with a gasp, and he turned his attention to her neck, sucking and biting, hard enough to leave marks. She could feel his erection pressing against her, hot and hard, and she ground against it, feeling a shock of pleasure. “Rajesh,” Vikram's voice came from the doorway, thick with lust. He watched them, his own arousal evident. Rajesh pulled back slightly, his eyes never leaving Rabia's. “It seems we both want the same thing, Rabia,” he murmured, his voice laced with lust. “And we’re both going to have it.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his crotch, letting her feel the length and thickness of him. She let out a soft moan, her fingers curling around him. Suddenly, a hand was on her shoulder, turning her around. She found herself face to face with Vikram, his eyes dark with desire. He cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched Rajesh’s. She felt Rajesh’s hands on her back, untying her nighty, the cool air hitting her heated skin. One hand gripped her hip, while the other trailed down her spine, sending shivers down her body. Vikram's kiss deepened, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, mimicking what she desperately wanted to feel between her legs. As Vikram's tongue continued to plunder her mouth, Rajesh wrapped an arm around her and cupped one breast. She let out a gasp, her body arching into his touch. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting it until she moaned. Her head fell back, giving Vikram better access to her neck. He sucked and bit, his teeth grazing her skin, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Rabia let out a low, guttural moan, her body shuddering with need. She grabbed Vikram's hand and pulled it down to her breast, pushing it roughly against her. "Harder," she demanded, her voice husky with lust. "I want it rough." Rajesh chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her other breast, squeezing and kneading it harshly. She cried out, her body bucking against him. Vikram bit down on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasped, her nails digging into his arm. They spun her around, pressing her against the counter, her breasts splayed out in front of her. Rajesh grabbed her hair, pulling her head back sharply, exposing her throat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her skin, his breath hot and heavy. "You like it rough, Rabia?" he growled. "You like it dirty?" She panted, her body writhing against the counter. "Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me like I'm a whore." Vikram growled, his hand coming down hard on her ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. She yelped, more from surprise than pain, and he did it again, harder this time. She moaned, pushing her ass out, begging for more. Rajesh laughed, a low, cruel sound. "You heard the lady, Vikram. Fuck her like the whore she is." He released her hair, and she turned to face them, her eyes wild with lust. She reached for Vikram, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. She struggled, but he held her tight, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed her back against the counter, his body pressing against hers, his erection digging into her stomach. She could feel his heat, his hardness, and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. She bucked her hips, trying to grind against him, but he held her still, a cruel smile on his lips. Rajesh came up behind her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, her body arching into his touch. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, biting down hard. She cried out, her body shivering with pleasure and pain. Vikram released her wrists, and she immediately grabbed for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her haste. He slapped her hands away, a dark look in his eyes. "Not so fast, whore," he growled. "You want it, you earn it." He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back sharply, exposing her throat. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a line up her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She moaned, her body shuddering with need. She could feel Rajesh behind her, his hands on her hips, his erection pressing against her ass. He ground against her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, biting down hard. She cried out, her body bucking against him, begging for more. Vikram released her hair, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. She moaned, her body arching into his touch, her nipples hard and aching. He pinched them, twisting them sharply, and she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure and pain. He did it again, harder this time, and she moaned, her body writhing against him, begging for more. Rajesh's hands moved to her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly. She moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more. He growled, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them wide. She gasped, her body going still, her heart pounding in her chest. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into her ass cheek, biting down hard. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure and pain. He did it again, harder this time, and she moaned, her body writhing against him, begging for more.

Vikram's eyes gleamed with a savage hunger. "You want to be fucked like a whore, Rabia? You want to be used by two men at once?" He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her completely. Rajesh, behind her, spat on his hand, coating a few fingers before pressing them against her ass, circling her tight hole. She gasped, her body tensing. "But you're not ready for that yet, are you?" Vikram taunted, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. She moaned, her body betraying her, pushing against his touch. Rajesh, meanwhile, pushed a finger into her ass, slow but firm. She cried out, the sensation foreign and intense. He added another finger, scissoring them, stretching her. She panted, her body trembling. "I want it," Rabia pleaded, her voice hoarse with lust. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Vikram grinned, a cruel, wicked smile. "As you wish, whore." He undid his belt, freeing his cock, thick and hard. He grabbed her hip, positioning himself at her entrance. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She screamed, her body convulsing around him. Rajesh, behind her, added a third finger, pumping in and out of her ass in harsh, brutal strokes. Vikram began to move, his hips slapping against hers, each thrust brutal and unforgiving. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. He leaned down, biting and sucking at her skin, marking her. Rajesh, meanwhile, pulled his fingers out of her ass, positioning himself at her entrance. He spat on his cock, coating it, before pressing against her. She tensed, but Vikram's relentless thrusts kept her body pliant, eager. "Relax, whore," Vikram growled, his voice strained with effort. "Take his cock like a good little slut." She took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open up. Rajesh pushed into her, slow but steady, his cock stretching her, filling her. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he began to move, his hips slapping against hers in sync with Vikram's. They moved in tandem, their cocks filling her completely, stretching her, owning her. Rabia screamed, her body a vessel for their pleasure, her screams echoing in the kitchen. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, a brutal, savage ecstasy that consumed her completely. She was theirs, completely and utterly, their whore, their slut, their plaything. And she loved every second of it.