As Sunita and Manoj enjoyed to play their games of dares, Sunita's hubby Arun was puzzled about what made her so horny. He liked it though, as Sunita would be sometimes half naked as he came from office. She would sometimes be very casual topless, and sometimes wear a fully covering top and nothing below. She would make him eat her pussy more and made loud moans. Whenever he stared at her, she would quickly bend over or slide her shorts, inviting him. He considered himself the luckiest bastard.

But there was one more guy who was getting suspicious. The old man, the owner of all these houses, who lived in ground floor. He was about 62, retired, but was as horny as a teenager. Years of exploiting his female subordinates in his office had stopped after retirement. His wife still in shape, but was menopausal, so was not much fun. He always had an eye on Sunita, despite her conservative dressing. His experienced eyes knew she was a bombshell underneath, and her raw sexuality needed just the right motivation. He always wore a lungi and a vest, mostly no undies, eyeing up every female who walked past.