In the neighboring house on the second floor lived Mrs. Rupali Sen. She was forty-six years old, fair-skinned, with a plump and voluptuous figure. Her breasts were heavy and full, and her hips were so generously rounded that her sari often struggled to contain them. She had a deep navel, soft lips, and a permanently seductive look in her eyes. For the past year, the local councilor, Mr. Amalendu Banerjee, had been secretly watching her with keen interest, but he had not yet found the right opportunity.
Mr. Sen was nearly fifty-one. He worked as an ordinary clerk in a government office and had been suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure for a long time. At night, he would lie with his wife and rub against her for a few minutes. Within three or four minutes, only a few drops of thin fluid would come out. No matter how hard Rupali tried, she could not make her husband’s soft organ hard again. She would take it in her mouth and suck until she grew tired, but it remained limp. His testicles were shrinking day by day. Yet inside Rupali’s body, there was a constant, tormenting itch. Many nights she would lie alone, fingering her smooth, hairless vagina while letting out long sighs of frustration. Fear of society prevented her from even thinking about another man.
One day, a strict notice arrived regarding three years of unpaid municipal property tax. The amount was over twelve thousand rupees. If it was not cleared within one month, their house faced the threat of eviction. Mr. Sen was devastated. With their son studying engineering in a hostel outside the city, there was simply no money left after covering fees, rent, and household expenses.
At the same time, Rupali’s voter ID card was also lost, and elections had just been announced. The women in the neighborhood advised her, “Councilor Amalendu Babu lives right next door. Go to him. He will surely help you.”
On Sunday morning, Mr. Sen took his wife and went to Amalendu Banerjee’s house. The councilor, a man in his early fifties, slightly overweight but still strong, was sitting in a white punjabi and dhoti. After listening to their problem, he spoke gravely:
“Three notices have already been sent. You did not respond even once. According to the rules, if the dues—which amount to more than twelve thousand rupees—are not paid within one month, I have no choice but to issue an eviction notice.”
Rupali immediately burst into tears and fell at Amalendu Babu’s feet, clutching them tightly. “Sir, please save us. We will be ruined.”
As she held his feet, her soft, heavy breasts pressed against his knees. Inside Amalendu Babu’s dhoti, without any underwear, his large manhood began to stiffen rapidly. While trying to lift her, he deliberately brushed his body against hers. Rupali noticed the huge bulge and understood exactly what the councilor wanted.
Amalendu Babu said, “Alright. Prepare a prayer letter and submit it to me by ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Bring a copy of your voter ID card as well. I will see what can be done.”
Mr. Sen replied, “Sir, I have to leave very early tomorrow for office work. Would it be alright if my wife comes alone to submit the letter?”
Amalendu Babu smiled inwardly. “Yes, Madam can come.”
The next morning, Mr. Sen prepared the prayer letter and left for the office before dawn. Around seven-thirty, Rupali was doing household chores wearing a light pink sleeveless nightie. Suddenly the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see Councilor Amalendu Babu himself, dressed in a punjabi and lungi.
“Please come in, Sir… What a pleasant surprise. My husband has already left for duty.”
Amalendu Babu’s eyes devoured Rupali’s body through the thin nightie. He could clearly see the outline of her heavy breasts and wide hips. Rupali noticed the massive tent rising at the front of his lungi.
“Sir, please sit on the bed. I will make some tea for you. The prayer letter is ready. I have been searching everywhere for our voter cards but cannot find them.”
Amalendu Babu sat on the bed in the bedroom. Rupali brought tea and biscuits, bending low to place the tray on the table. Her full breasts hung heavily right in front of his eyes. She then deliberately climbed onto a stool to reach a file on top of the almirah. As she stretched, her nightie rode up, fully exposing her plump, round buttocks.
Amalendu Babu could no longer control himself. He stood up and moved behind her.
As Rupali stepped down from the stool, her soft, fleshy buttocks pressed firmly against the hard bulge in his lungi. A current of excitement ran through her body.
“Oh Sir… it has become so hard…” she whispered, deliberately rubbing her hips against him more forcefully.
Amalendu Babu wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear, “Rupali, you are very beautiful.”
“Is that so, Sir? You are so naughty…” she replied, letting her entire body melt back against his chest.
In moments, they were locked in a passionate embrace—kissing, touching, and pressing against each other. Rupali pulled off his lungi in one swift motion. His thick, seven-and-a-half-inch-long, circumcised, dark-brown cock sprang out, fully erect.
“Ah… what a magnificent thing, Sir…” she moaned, grabbing it and taking it into her mouth, sucking eagerly.
Amalendu Babu removed her nightie, leaving her completely naked. He laid her on the bed and said, “From today, you will not have to pay even a single rupee in tax, my dear.”
Rupali spread her legs wide, bending her knees and exposing her smooth, wet vagina. “Sir… please use your thick rod to cool the fire burning inside me.”
Amalendu Babu slowly rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, then pushed it in. He began thrusting hard and deep. The bed creaked loudly with each powerful stroke—thap, thap, thap. Rupali cried out in pleasure, “Harder… harder, Sir… fuck me harder… kill me with your cock…”
Finally, Amalendu Babu pressed deep inside her and released thick, hot spurts of semen, flooding her completely. Rupali’s body trembled as her own juices flowed freely.
Both of them lay exhausted on the bed, breathing heavily.
Amalendu Babu, still lying on her naked body, whispered, “Come closer, my love… let’s do it again…”
