My Lustful Neighbor - Back to present

This is in continuation of the following stories to be read in that sequence:
My lustful neighbor
My lustful neighbor - The beginning of an affair

Meanwhile, as I was reminiscing on how it all started, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of me. She then proceeded to come and sit next to me but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. She lost her balance and fell on my lap. I hugged her waist into a tight embrace and started kissing passionately on her neck and ear while my hands moved around her waist, navel and then onto her boobs.

She kept giggling and slapping at my chest while I tickled and fondled all over her body. She was wearing a translucent gown that was around knee length. Over the months since we got into this affair, I had felt her entire body to my satisfaction and yet she felt so fresh to touch.

While the tea was getting cold on the table, we kept smooching each other passionately. As she sat on my lap, facing me, her gown had risen all the way up to her hips. She had given up all her shyness in my presence. So she didn't used to wear any bra or panty underneath anymore. I was almost like her second husband. We used to have sex almost every alternate day. On weekends, sometimes she used to drop her kids to her in-laws' place (who used to live in another suburb of Mumbai). I used to sneak out of my house while my parents were asleep and into Medha's house. All through the night, we used to have wild, steamy sex and before dawn I used to get back to my room before parents woke up.

Meanwhile, I pulled off her gown from over her head. Her waist kept wriggling and dancing as my palms caressed her. She pretended to offer resistance whenever I tried touching her breasts or pussy. At one point, she coyly pushed me aside and ran away from me giggling, into the bedroom. I loved the way her naked ass swayed as she ran to the bedroom. As I chased her, I saw her grab a blanket and cover herself up in it.

I pulled it and threw it aside out of her reach. I removed my t-shirt and jumped right next to her. A picture of Medha with her husband Umesh looked at the two of us as we were back to our kissing. Medha knew how much I got turned on while fucking her in presence of that picture. Probably, that's the reason why she ran into the bedroom.

However, today I was going to try something unconventional. Since the day I had seen Medha's ass showing up through her wet salwar on Holi day, I had always wanted to penetrate that beautiful rear hole of hers but wasn't sure about how she would react. However, since these many months into the affair, today I thought it was time to fuck her anally.

So out of my pant pocket, I pulled out a tube. Medha asked curiously as to what it was. I told her it was KY-Gel. Seeing the question mark on her face, I told her it is a lube that helps penetration. When I explained her how painful it can be to penetrate a thick cock into her ass without applying this lube, she realized about my plans. I saw shock in her eyes and her face turned flushing red.

I ran my middle finger along her ass crack while relaxing her with, "Don't worry. It won't hurt. In fact, it is more pleasurable than normal sex." This fondling and occasional soft push of my finger into her puckered hole got her into mood. I told her to be on all her fours (doggy-style) and arch her back. This got her ass shamelessly being displayed for me and my eyes. I gently pulled down my pants and underwear at once. The thick dark cock was now staring at the delightful sight of Medha's ass.

I opened the tube of KY-Gel and took some of the gel on my finger. I then brought the finger in contact with her ass. My finger ran lightly along the rim of her asshole. This gave her a strange kind of ticklish feeling. She instinctively thrust her arse onto my finger. This caused the lube-coated finger dip deeper into her hole that stayed virginal all these years. The way she was gobbling up my finger down her back-door, I knew she was getting a thrill out of this new experience.

I then stood in front of her and gave her some lube in one of her hands and gestured her to apply it on my cock. She ran her hand across my dark thickness and smeared it all over it. I was now ready for the big move.

I climbed right on top of her and caught hold of her hanging boobs while aligning the tip of my penis to the hole of my desire. With one gentle shove, it went deep inside her. As it penetrated her nether hole, she gave out a loud scream. Her face turned back to look into my eyes. She had both fear and wild lust on her face. I told her to relax so that her anal muscles were more receptive to my cock. As her caught her breath, I started giving her slow and rhythmic thrusts into her virginal hole that was left pure even by her husband.

As she started picking the rhythm, I could see pleasure on her face. Soon the thick cock was hitting the pleasure wall that internally separated her pussy from her rectum. She seemed to be totally lost in a burst of heavenly pleasure she never thought was possible. Occasionally, I would stop the thrusts to prolong the climax. As I would wait inside her ass for the throbs to subside, I could see her restlessness in getting the most of her share of pleasure by thrusting her ass into me. She gyrated her ass in a slow dancing motion. Riding her from behind, I had my hands full, holding her firm, big boobs that felt so sexy to touch even after my hands having been used to playing with them since last so many months.

My thrusts started getting violent and her moans that much more louder. I could hear her moaning my name, "Oh Sushil, have no mercy on me. Fuck my ass real hard. Godddd..it feels so good!" Occasionally I allowed one of my hands let go of her boobs and go down to her pussy. This way, as I pumped my cock down her ass, I finger-fucked her pussy. Soon she was at a very different level of orgasm and I too, burst into an explosion that flooded her ass-hole with a huge lot of cum.

We were both perspiring like hell and she was dripping my cum out of her ass onto the bed as her hubby looked at us from the photograph and she was shamelessly giving a satiated expression to her lover boy.

As we got dressed up and returned to the hall, the tea was still lying on the table. We reheated it and sat sipping at it. "Sushil, we don't have much time. Our affair must end soon as my hubby is returning next week", she said, sadness written all over her face. I took her waist in an embrace and cheered her up, "Don't worry Medha. We will find a way to keep meeting secretly even then". I looked into her eyes. We smiled and ended in yet another passionate kiss.

My Lustful Neighbor - The beginning of an affair

This is in continuation of the first part My Lustful Neighbor.

So the deal was struck with my next door neighbor, Medha. She wanted to restart her programming career for which I would help her understand ASP.Net about an hour a day. In return, she would treat me a hot cup of tea

Of course, there was an unspoken part of the deal. Of course, when a 20+ guy with his testosterone levels flowing meets a good looking woman every day alone (almost - sometimes her kids would be around), it won't be for the stated purpose. Undoubtedly, sex had got to be a part of the deal. But this is India. One has to tread slowly. One misreading of the situation and body language can screw up one's image.

So the first week or two were mostly nothing beyond technology. But gradually she opened up to me. We talked about things other than programming. I stayed beyond completing my cup of tea to spend more time with her. The meetings happened more often when her kids were away to school. This was the time we became more tactile with each other. Sometimes my hand would rest on her shoulder while explaining her something. Some other times, she would inadvertently rest her hand on mine on the pretext of taking over the mouse from me. Our talks started becoming more flirtatious.

Once I recollected to her the incident during Holi celebration, when we were playing the couple dancing game and how embarrassed we both felt upon dancing so close to each other. We both laughed merrily while recollecting the incident and then there was a long silence. Our eyes were locked into each other and the partly open and hungry lips were telling something to each other. Gradually they came close to each other. With one hesitating brush of the lips against each other, we had realized that this was the end of learning .Net and a beginning of something new. Something very wild and sinful.

It isn't easy to break a marital promise. Medha pulled back from that first kiss, visibly embarrassed. "Sushil, I haven't done this with any other man and I think it is not right", she said as she readjusted the dupatta of her punjabi dress. "There is always a first time. But I can understand, Medha. Take your time", I replied. The experienced lecher in me knew that the fruit had turned ripe and within no time, it will fall on my lap. I need not hurry up. I wrapped up and left her home for the day.

The next couple of days went mostly in complete silence. There was not much of programming to discuss. It was just another Saturday when she opened the door and I could sense there was something different about her. I couldn't figure out what. Something very subtle that hinted that she was ready to take a leap into the unknown territory. Probably a hint of a naughty smile. I noticed that she was draped in a saree instead of the punjabi dress she usually wore. As I sat next to her in front of the desktop, I observed her beautiful curves.

If it were not for her pulling out of the kiss the other day, I would have put my arm around her waist while teaching her. The saree was of a translucent material that showed the low cut blouse within. The deep cleavage seemed to be telling me something. The dark oval of her navel was doing everything to tickle my manhood. She did not seem to be paying any attention to what I was speaking. "I'm sorry about the other day", she said suddenly and then paused, her eyes in my eyes.

The next thing I knew was that we were lip-locked for the next few minutes into a very passionate kiss. The taboo was finally committed and there was no returning back. My hands were all over her naked waist, feeling the curves that I had only seen through her wet punjabi dress during the holi celebration. I moved the pallu of the saree to reveal her luscious navel and lightly ran my index finger around it. She squirmed and moaned uncontrollably. Finally the pallu gave in and dropped down. She did not bother to readjust it. Yes, it is a sin. So be it.

Those tits already appeared absolutely perked up through her red blouse. I went down kissing around her neck and close to the deep cleavage while caressing around her waist and back. She did not like seeing clothes on me any more. So I could see her pulling at my t-shirt. I helped her in getting rid of it. She stood up in front of me, non-verbally suggesting me to unwrap the saree around her.

As I did so, there was a surprise awaiting me. Usually women wear a petticoat underneath a saree. In Medha's case, it was missing. As I pulled her out of saree, I could see her smooth, shining dark legs with only a thin, red panty covering her nudity. With one deft move, I made her sit on my lap. The large cock, in spite of a layer of my pants as well as underwear was already thrusting wildly at her ass.

Within no time, I undid the hooks of her blouse and now this beauty was just wearing a red bra and a matching panty. She kept giggling shamelessly as I fondled and tickled her boobs. She slipped down my lap and turned towards me. Her hungry eyes were asking for permission to unzip me. As I smiled at her, slyly, she went for my belt and then opened my pants. I lifted up my ass for her to pull them down. The bulge in the underwear was having an effect on her.I opened the bun of her dark hair and let those long hair flow down her back.

She was now a Goddess of Eroticism. I could feel her desire to wrap her pouting lips around my thick manhood. So I ended her suffering by pulling down my undie. From the look on her face, it appeared like she had never seen some cock that thick and dark. As she waited for instructions, I guided her fingers around the thickness. Beyond that, she was on her own. Fingers of one hand, playing with my genitals and the crack of my ass underneath while the other ran along the length and the breadth of my cock.

The precum was glistening at its tip and was emanating a sexy odor that was taking her to the next level. I ran my fingers on her back and unsnapped her bra. As it fell off, the pair of perked up tits were looking back at me. There was no pretense of shyness any more. I moved some traces of her hair that were covering a part of her boobs. They were absolutely firm, appeared almost untouched. As I felt her firmness, her moans became wilder. She got up again, allowing me a free hand at removing her panty. As the panty went off, I was in for another surprise.

I did not expect her to be clean-shaven down there. Most of my other bhabhis weren't. But the way Medha smelt, it appeared like she had freshly shaved herself. So she was prepared for the event. I turned her around to see if her naked ass matched what I had visualized it to be like through the wet punjabi dress during Holi. I was mesmerized by its beauty. I made her bend against the working desk while I caressed those pair of cheeks, occasionally thrusting my middle-finger into  the crack of her ass or her wet pussy from behind. She couldn't bear the pleasure spasms this was causing and kept moaning louder with each thrust.

I turned her around and let her ride me. I aligned her now wet pussy with the tip of my cock and gently brought her down as the cock smoothly penetrated her tight opening. With one hand I muffled her mouth so that her loud moan did not leave the room. Spasms went down her nerves as I penetrated deep into the wilderness where probably her hubby also may not have ventured (on a later day she had confided in me that he was much too small). I clasped her ass cheeks and gave them support as she rode up and down my length - first in slow rhythmic motion and then going uncontrollably wild.

As I neared orgasm, I stopped her to prolong the fun that had just started. She also seemed completely insatiable. As soon as we resumed the ride, she had one hell of an orgasm as she bit my hand while trying to muffle her voice. The ride was at its peak and I kept stopping every once in a while to keep prolonging it to the point at which, with one big thrust, I gave out all of the cum into her cunt.

As we settled, her head rested on my shoulder, completely satisfied from the fuck. We stayed naked for a while. It was about time, her kids were to return when we parted. We both knew that this was just a beginning of a long affair. I knew that I had caused the debauchery of yet another woman in my building.

My Lustful Neighbor

It was a lazy monsoon afternoon with heavy rains in Mumbai. In this city, when it rains, it pours! The infrastructure comes to a grinding halt and offices shutdown. Nothing much was happening except that my neighbor had invited me for a cup of hot chai. Chai was just one of the things that was coming up. While I was sitting in her hall, waiting for the chai, the afternoon was getting potent with a lot of possibilities. Possibilities - with her hungry, lustful eyes, semi-transparent gown that she was wearing and our past sexual escapades, hot, steamy sex was not just a possibility. It was a certainty. It was the kind of sex that was still in the realm of possibilities.

Medha, my next door neighbor is a dusky Maharashtrian beauty. That she is married and has kids is just incidental. 6 months into the affair, her marital status carries no value to either her or to me. What suffices is that she has a lovely pair of dark boobs and even darker cherry toppings on them. A shapely waist and a well-rounded butt making me feel very horny every time she sways her hips while walking.

We had been neighbors for quite some time but the first time I noticed her sexuality was when my apartment complex was celebrating the Hindu festival of colors - Holi. The music was playing full blast, colors were flying around randomly and people were wetting each other with buckets full of water. Suddenly a pair of female hands came from behind me and applied color on my cheeks. "Happy holi, Sushil dada", exclaimed a sweet voice. As I cleared my face to look at her, I saw the completely soaked body of this woman. It was Medha and never before had I seen her in that form. Her soaked Punjabi dress was missing a dupatta that would have otherwise covered her womanhood.

In the brief silence that followed, my eyes were transfixed on the shape of her breasts and the perked up nipples that were thrusting out of her punjabi top. As I regained from the shock, I smiled back and applied color to her cheeks too. For a moment, it did cross my mind to go beyond what can be termed as "Good touch" but better sense prevailed and I decided against it.

At the lunch buffet that followed, I spent some time talking to her. I learnt that her husband Umesh has been out on a contract for a few months to Dubai and I could sense that she was a typical, bored housewife. There were games to be played after the lunch. The women had assembled to play a game of Musical Chairs. As the music played on, the women were walking around the chairs. Also present were some other seductresses from the building, a few of whom, I had an opportunity to share a bed with in the past. Maya Bhabhi - with thick, pouting lips, who had on multiple occasions given me wildest of blow-jobs was looking very hot. So was Jaya. She was still unmarried at 35. Besides the fun I had with her at her home, there were many times we made out in the building's lift as well as parking space.

But at the moment, my eyes were on my new prey - Medha. As the music played into the 5th round and she still survived in the game, my X-ray eyes penetrated her wet punjabi dress that was sticking to her ass. With a little bit of imagination, I had stripped her completely naked in my mind. I knew this dark babe needs a good fuck from me and that day on, I kept looking for opportunities.

I didn't have to wait too long. She created it for me, herself. While talking to my mom, one weekend, she mentioned about how she was working as a programmer before she got married. She had a career that had to be ended abruptly as she moved to this city after marriage. It has been years and the technology has changed but she wants to get started again, especially to kill the boredom since Umesh is away for months. I had overheard the conversation from my room. On the pretext to collect a book from the hall, as I entered the hall, she asked me if I knew ASP.Net. I told her that I was a geek. She pounced on the opportunity and asked me if I can teach her. Her body language told me that it was not as much about ASP.Net as it was about sex.

Meanwhile, as I was reminiscing on how it all started, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of me. She then proceeded to come and sit next to me but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. She lost her balance and fell on my lap. I hugged her waist into a tight embrace and started kissing passionately on her neck and ear while my hands moved around her waist, navel and then onto her boobs.

While I enjoy my hot cup of tea and more with this beautiful neighbor, you guys wait for the next episode to know how the ASP.Net lessons turned into a full-blown sex affair with her.