Adultery Neighbour Affair

[godofgoud]

I came home late after a typically hectic day at work. It was somewhere around midnight when I saw the clock while parking in the garage. Times were tough but work was flowing in and kept our firm busy with several new projects. I was exhausted as I walked in and closed the door to my apartment and switched on the passage light. I threw the key into a bowl on the side table and sighed. It was starting to get lonely coming home to an empty home each day. Yes, I was social. I had a good group of friends and I had had my fair share of relationships too, some serious and some not. But lately, I had started wanting a little more.

 
I was 28 and ran a successful up and coming software firm in Hyderabad. After finishing my masters in the US and working for a large firm, I decided to come back home and start something of my own a couple of years ago. Luck and a little hard work got me some good breakthroughs and I haven't looked back since. I managed to even buy my own apartment in the same building that my parents lived, giving me much-needed space yet keeping me close to home.
 
But it was tough to maintain a relationship beyond the occasional date or a weekend fling. Lately, I had been spending long days at work, sometimes weekends too. Work and site visits took me to all corners of India, often taking up my weekends. But it was fun, and I was passionate about it. And sometimes my travels even gave me the opportunity to meet some exciting and beautiful women in other cities. But I still needed more.
 
I slipped off my shoes, washed up, and poured myself a large single malt on the rocks. I opened the door to my balcony and sat on the lounge chair outside, enjoying a gentle Hyderabad winter breeze. The city was quiet, and lights were beginning to switch off in people's homes. I took a large sip and closed my eyes, letting the liquid warm my body and soul. I was beginning to relax and wind down after a long week. Finally, after what felt like ages, I had the weekend to myself and a smile crept across my face at that thought even though I had no idea how I was going to spend it.
 
A few more sips of the scotch went in and my body felt completely relaxed and my mind floated into a serene space. I stood up and turned to go inside when a light in my neighbor, Sirisha's flat caught my eye. She usually never had that light on that late. I turned to look, and I was absolutely stunned. I stopped in my tracks and could not believe what I was seeing. The light was coming from her living room and she was swaying her practically naked body, seemingly performing for someone sitting on the sofa. Her body covered the face so I couldn't make out who it was. My hand covered my mouth in amazement, and I couldn't stop looking.
 
My building was shaped like an 'L' and my balcony faced in such a way that I could get a clear view of the neighbor's living room. The proximity made it all the clearer. Usually, the curtains were drawn, and I had never seen the light on that late at night before. But tonight, was different. Very different. And I couldn't help myself from looking. I was transfixed as I saw her sway her lithe and curvy body. She had already removed her saree and blouse, and her petticoat had just fallen to her ankles. Her beautiful dusky body was now only covered by her red bra and panties. Her thick and long hair was tied up in a bun, precariously perched on the nape of her neck. Her back faced towards me so I hadn't yet gotten a glimpse of her breasts, which I had noticed from several building interactions to be ample and usually threatening to burst free from her mostly ethnic and somewhat modest clothing.
 
Sirisha was young and recently married. She had moved into our building only about a year ago. Her husband, Praveen, was away a lot. So much so that at first, I thought she was single, and that her husband who visited every few months was her boyfriend. I later found out that he was on a project abroad and because she ran a successful catering business, she had decided to stay back till he returned eventually.