Fantasy My wife

[satMOA75]

 Hello guys I started new story.which is not my completely.taken from here and there.where sonarika is my wife.

I sighed as I and sonarika finally walked past the gate of our apartment complex. It was an unusually hot day even for a city like Mumbai where the summers were cruel. The heat, the humidity, the fatigue was complimented by a heavy bag of groceries that I carried in my hands and also a big hand bag that was over my shoulder.

Drops of sweat were accumulating on my wife forehead as I awkwardly walked to my building. As I was walking, I noticed a cab standing below my building. It was a cab from one of those several cab hiring companies that had sprung up in the country in the last few years. Sonarika is talking on her phone with some her relatives.she wearing a saree.blackless blouse and showing some clevege not intentionally.



The trunk of the cab was open and I saw a couple of bags inside the trunk and I also noticed the driver sitting in the cab. He turned his head to look at my wife as he walk his side he looking her bare back .

'Asshole...' I thought about the cab driver and kept walking.  We went over to the elevator and noticed that the 'out of order' board was hanging on the elevator door. Since my house was on the third floor, we never really needed the elevator. We had kept ourself active enough to easily climb the stairs.

We started walking third floor apartment via the stairs. We are slowly reach our apartment and kept the bag of groceries on the stairs. I ask sonarika for for the keys.she looking for the keys in to her purse. when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

I glanced up to see a tall, lean man walking down towards us. Looking at his white complexion and blond hair, I realized that he wasn't from around; that he was a foreigner. 

He stopped a couple of feet away from on the staircase. He was tall and the couple of feet added by the step made him look taller.  We kept looking up at him, expecting him to say something. But he looked down at his feet and we followed his gaze to realize that our bag of groceries was in the way. 

We looked at each other and all could do was smile awkwardly and move the bag to the side. He smiled at us, tipped his baseball cap and started walking down the stairs. I immediately picked up the bag of groceries and realized that he was staring my wife as he walked down the stairs. His stare wasn't as obvious and lecherous as the cabbie but none the less like a man checking out a woman. Being a beautiful woman husband, that too a beautiful one, I had become used to being stared  at my wife and many times gawked at and didn't make much of it and I walked inside my apartment.

 We fresh up, had a couple of glasses of water.i sit in couch and busy in reading news paper and sonarika got down to cooking myself a meal. I was busy in the reading newspaper when I heard the doorbell. I wondered who it might be at the door in the middle of the afternoon. I walked over and opened the door to see my neighbor and friend of sonarika nikita.



"Hi amit..." Nikita said as she walked into my house.

"Hi nikita..." I replied and closed the door behind me. Nikita and sonarika had known each other ever since when we moved to this place 5 years ago; she had moved here a year before . She and sonarika had been good friends ever since.

"We have a new neighbor amongst us." Nikita said as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know." Sonarika replied.

"He's not from around here, you know?" She said as stood in the kitchen and I listening them. 

"I know." Sonarika replied.

"How do you know?" She asked with a sense of bewilderment, in her typical high pitched voice. Nikita, being the gossip monger of the neighborhood took offence to the fact that I knew the hottest piece of gossip before she could tell my wife.

"I saw him. He walked right passed me some time back." Sonarika  told her.

"Ohhh...Do you know his name?" She asked.

"No I don't." She replied.

"His name is Jacques. He is from France. His company posted him here at their office in BKC and he came to India a couple of days ago. He was living at the Marriott for the last couple of days. Mr. Mehra leased out his house to the company Jacques works in and they've giving him that place to live." Nikita said that in one breath.

I smiled in amusement at how excited she sounded telling sonarika about a stranger from overseas who had moved in not more than an hour ago.

"How do you know all that? Are you a spy or something...like James Bond?" Sonarika asked her, I wondering how she could gather all that information so quickly.

"Hahaha...No! I talked to him sometime back." She replied.

"Ohhh...You were welcoming him to the neighborhood huh?" Sonarika said.

"Hehe...No No...just a courtesy visit; you know that I am a good neighbor." She replied, poorly justifying her walking up to a stranger and asking him a whole lot about himself.

"Hmmmm...righttttt..."  sonarika said and I her laugher from kitchen.