Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[satankama]

Awesome.
Sentences are rich
Looking forward to this story

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 7


                                                                                      TRISHA


The community park inside the gated society was a familiar sight to the people of the neighborhood. On any given day, the park was filled with children playing on the swings, the slide, and the merry-go-round. 
Parents would lounge on the benches while watching their children and sometimes chatting with fellow parents.In the center of the park was a large grassy field, perfect for a game of tag or a game of catch.

****
It is 9'O clock in the morning, and a laughing therapy session is currently ongoing at the park. 
A group of people gathered around a bench, all of them wearing big smiles on their faces. 
At the front of the group is a woman leading them through a series of laughter exercises.
The woman begins by encouraging the group to close their eyes and take deep breaths. She then asks them to take turns telling funny stories or jokes, and the group breaks into fits of laughter.

The woman then asks everyone to join hands, and they all begin to dance around the bench while laughing. They laughed so hard that tears rolled down their faces, and their stomachs ached.

********
Meanwhile, a few feet away from that group, on a park bench, a woman is sitting wearing a black saree with a golden border and a matching blouse.
I am staring at the woman. 
The saree was pleated and dbangd around her body, giving her the perfect silhouette. The blouse was a modest V-neck with intricate embroidery along the neckline and the sleeves. 
The woman is sporting a pair of golden earrings and has her black hair pulled back in a neat bun. 

Her face is covered in a thin layer of foundation, her eyes are lined with kohl eyeliner, and her cheeks are lightly blushed. She has a hint of lipstick on her lips, and her eyelashes are long and curled.

I was staring at myself in the mirror inside my handbag. It is the same mirror I have used for years, although the glass has become a bit scratched, and the metal frame has lost its shine. I am unsure why I keep it, but it has become a part of my routine.

"A beauty in black, her saree a dream
She sits on a bench, her beauty agleam
Her blouse is tight, her curves so divine
She looks so perfect, like a goddess divine."

Suddenly a familiar voice startles me. Meghna. She is my bestie from our gated community.
"Oh, Stop it, Meghna," I roll my eyes, zipping my handbag.

Meghna does not stop and continues her recitation while taking a seat beside me, "

Her eyes so alluring, her lips so soft.
Her beauty was so captivating, her aura aloft
The sun shines down, her beauty so grand
Her beauty shines brighter than the sun's rays in the sand."

"Very Flattering!! Now give it a rest." I insist, darting my eyes nervously.

Meghna giggles, "Aight ...You seem stressed though " She frowns, taking a handkerchief from her waistband. Evidently, She was jogging earlier.
 
Meghna is a creative arts assistant professor at the local college here.

"Everything all right?!!" She huffs, wiping her face with the hanky.

 My hands tremble, and my eyes dart around for an escape knowing somewhere amidst the scattered crowd, my stalker is watching me.

"Yes...Yes...Everything is fine. How was your weekend?" My voice cracks.
Meghna squints and plays with one of my golden round earrings, "I tell you what ...I did not doll up as much as you are right now during the weekend. "

"I just felt like dressing up...working on my self-image." I babble, talking nonsense.

Meghna bursts into laughter, "Trish, you don't need to work on your image. You are perfect," 
and she goes off again, "
Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes sparkle so bright.
She looks like she's come straight from a dreamy night
She's so alluring, so mysterious, and bold
I can only imagine the stories her heart would hold."

"Would you please stop teasing me?" I plead.

Meghna brushed that off, "So what story aren't you telling me...hmmmm? And why are you behaving like a skittish deer? Who is hunting you?" She looks around.

I catch my lower lip and hesitate for a few seconds, then I decide to share my secret with her, "I got a stalker."

Meghna's eyes widen, "Shut your trap !!! No way !! Oh, who am I kidding !! Of course you got a stalker." and there she goes again-

, "The saree is dbangd around her waist,
Her blouse was so low, making heads turn and race,
The beauty of her body will never go to waste."

"I am serious, Meghna. I got a stalker." I smile at a passerby who helped me with a courier once.

"Huh !!! Inside Green Valley?!! Here?!! This is supposed to be a safe haven for women." Meghna cringes on her forehead.

"Men !! " I snot.

" Yes. Men !!!" She rolls her eyes and then sizes me up suspiciously, "Ok, but why are you dressed up like you are going to party?"

"I am trying to catch him. Why else?" I reply.

"This is your brilliant idea to engage directly with a stalker? Are you mad?" Meghna embraces herself.

"Yeah, like a moth coming to its flame," I state the obvious.

Meghna's eyes scrutiny me," Your presence was enough. You didn't need to get a diva makeover for that."

"Well..he kind of asked me to wear a black saree," I confess.

Meghna's jaw drops, "And you obliged? Girl, you are feeding his ego only. Why would you do that?"

I stare at my long nails and stay silent.

"Did you want to dress up for him?" Meghna's voice is still.

"No.. of course not." My cheeks were warm.

"You are blushing ...oh my god, you wanted to look good for him." Her open mouth could swallow a bird now.
 Her eyes sparkle," Is he hot? "

"I don't even know how he looks. use your brain." I spat.

Her eyebrows arch, "Ah yeah.. of course...anonymous."

She turns her head and tries to gauge who is staring at us.

"Meghna, stop it. He will know that I revealed the secret to you if you continue behaving like a clueless Miss Marple.."

Meghna stops abruptly, "So silly of me !!! *giggles*....Many men are staring at you..so it is difficult to tell which one of them is your mysterious stalker."

"He could be anybody. A smelly old dude. A bald man suffering from midlife crisis..." I share my irritation.

Meghna chimes in, "But you knew about those possibilities before you decided to come here, Trish. You came regardless of that. So what's the catch here? Is he rich?."

"I have no idea Meghna. I am being truthful as I can. All I know is that he could be the sweeper who cleans the park." I squirm uncomfortably.

"Or the hot Pool instructor." Meghna's eyes dazzle mischievously; she halts before she speaks," So it's not the looks nor wealth.

It must be his words, then. Is he one of those dudes who can make us cream our panties by playing with words like a wizard?"

That is not the case either, as we spoke through wifi only, and he did not get to recite cringe poetries like Meghna does. 

But I won't reveal the secret wifi chat to  Meghna; otherwise, she will get step-by-step development of the game.

"No, we didn't speak much either," I tell half-truth.

"So looks, money, words, nothing had made you transform into a hottie in a black saree in the morning....." Her lips curl up," You like to follow his whims."

I blush hard," That's a bit stretch. You are talking nonsense now."

"What else could it be then?" Meghna doggedly pursues her theory," You are in it for the thrill, aren't you, babe? Oh, Arun, is that boring, huh!!!?" Meghna pouts.

"No, he is not." I profusely defend my husband.

"Cool down, Trish." Meghna looks at her digital watch, which buzzes the alarm, "Alright, Trish, I gotta go. Catch you later. Have fun with your stalker." 
She gets up, and I catch her elbow," Meghna ..not a word of this to any living soul."
Meghna grins, "Mums the word." and seals her lips, mimicking the motion of the zipper.

I watch Megha go and contemplate the conversation I had with her.

Is it really true that I get excited while following this stalker's instructions?

That can't be true. Then again, I lied to Arun and pulled an elaborate scheme to change the curtains.

I felt a knot in my belly, and he watched me having sex that night. I knew he would be watching.

I can't be this shallow. I can't let myself lose in this erotic game.

I get up. I had enough of this -'wear a black saree and go to the park game.' Nothing happened, and I was officially bored. I feel silly for dressing up and sitting like a loser at the park. As if I had a date, and my date stood me up.

I need to stop this nonsense game.

Once I reached my house, a parcel was on my doorstep.

On the top of the parcel was written' black suits you Trisha.A gift.'

I look around suspiciously after picking up the box.

My stalker was here, and the whole park thingy was a distraction to get me away from my house.
 And what's in the box? Goosebumps rise along my skin in anticipation.

[Rahulf2p]

Superb update.. it's getting exciting

[Swt_ononna]

Cool mysterious gift from the stalker....
Who knows?? May be some black lingerie or some clicks in black saree....

[abcturbine]

Wonderful....
Amazing....

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome updates

[Vishal Ramana]

Superb

[savana1983]

Its a classic story ..Plz keep updating .

[Jibon Ahmed]

Nice story

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 8 
                                                                                    TRISHA

 
I snuck out of the house when Arun was busy taking a shower.For me, it was all a little too dangerous and exciting. Knowing how attentive and observant my husband is, the thrill of sneaking around for my stalker was a rush.

If I told him that my stalker wanted me to wear a black saree and reach the community park, Arun would not let me go.

I spared both of us a painful conversation and took a chance to find out my stalker on my own.

"Where have you been? I was about to call...." Arun's words get stuck as soon as he sees my Avtar.

I was approaching slowly. The saree fits me like a glove, its fabric gliding around my body with every step, and my hand is busy managing it.

Arun's jaw dropped to the floor. 

His eyes linger on my low-cut blouse, which reveals my décolletage. I can see my Husband is enticed.

"I dressed to draw out my stalker at the park." I take advantage of the moment.

"What?" Arun's gaze slithers onto my plunging neckline, revealing a hint of cleavage.

'Yes. He wanted me to....." I speak cautiously.

"What's in your hand?" Arun speaks dryly.

"Oh, he left this at the front door." I gulp, trying to determine my Husband's reaction to my reckless pursuit.

To my surprise, Arun finds spring on his steps and glides past me quickly.

"Where are you going?" I shout.

"The bastard made a mistake." Arun shouts back cheerfully, "He forgot about the street camera."

I came after him downstairs but did not follow him beyond our main gate.

I know where he is going. He is going to the security office of our gated community to check the recordings.

My heart suddenly sinks. I feel disappointed. Does this end just like that?

A bitterness clouds my mind, and my attention goes back to the mystery parcel I am holding.

I unpack it, and inside there is a box. Inside the box, I find a blindfold and a letter.

The letter was digitally printed.

I read it quickly :
# Wear your prettiest nightwear in the evening and wait for my wifi name.#
Blood rushes between my legs. The excitement returns, and so does the illicit thrill.

Then it hits me; if Arun catches the identity of my stalker, then this all will be over instantly. Suddenly I am torn. Part of me does not want my Husband to get lucky and catch my stalker.

I run my hand on the velvety blindfold. I would never get to know what my stalker planned to do with this blindfold; automatically, my teeth rake my lower lip.

I am reluctant to show the contents of the box to my husband. If he catches my stalker, then I have to.

What if he fails to catch him? Is there a possibility? 

I quickly hide the blindfold and letter under the cushion of the sofa couch and fill the box with eggs.

I had to replace the box's contents with something that does not exclusively belong to our house; otherwise, Arun would recognize it.

*ring ring* my phone buzzes. Meghna.
 
"Hey...forget about the stalk..." I speak immediately.

Meghna cuts me off," Oh, thank god it isn't Sumit. Offf, what a relief!!!"

I frown, "Why do you think my stalker is your hubby?"

Meghna laughs, "Well, you look the way you look, and I had to be sure my husband wasn't stalking you."

I let my body fall on the couch in disbelief, "What did you do? I told you not to tell anybody about my stalker situation."

Meghna assures, "Relax, I did not tell him anything about that. I just asked Sumit directly if he is having an affair."

I slap my forehead lightly, "Oh, poor Sumit!!!"

Meghna sounds remorseful, "Yeah, he immediately panicked and threw all kinds of logic at me. It was kind of sweet of him. I tell you what, I haven't heard that many 'I love you, Meghna' from Sumit in many years."

I stare at the eggs in the box and speak to Meghna, "Oh gosh, Meghna, I am sorry that I made you paranoid."

Meghna was talking, and I heard Arun's voice and the familiar sound of our main gate.

I end my call and stiffly stand up on my feet . I hear another male voice other than Arun's. Time to meet my stalker.

My stomach is doing somersaults; I am both terrified that Arun would find out about my lies about the sheer curtains if my stalker rats me out and also excited to find out who this stalker of mine is.

**************

The door opens. Arun enters with Neeraj.

In our drawing room, Neeraj is standing. He is a 20-year-old volleyball player. He is exceptionally large, almost 6'5'' tall. He uses that advantage for his volleyball career.

 Last year he was picked up by the Railways via sports quota and now works as a clerk there. Our community is proud of him, and there was a celebration at our community auditorium when he got selected for Railways. He aspires to represent Railways at the National level and play competitive leagues. 

Neeraj is my stalker? It is kind of hot getting stalked by an athlete. 

I suddenly feel shy in front of him. My heart is pounding, and I am trying my best to keep myself composed in front of Arun and Neeraj.

"Hello, Trisha Bhabi. How are you?" Neeraj greets me with a rather surprised smile while his eyes roam on my body in admiration. I am still in my slippery black saree.
His smile was infectious, and it spread across my face.

"I am fine. Long time no see. Busy with your practice?" I ask.

Neeraj can't take his eyes off me. His attention is slipping.

"Yeah, work and practice." He scratches his head and asks Arun, "Arun Bhaiya, I will be late for work. Where are those vintage volleyball cards you wanted to show me?"
What vintage card? I am confused, and my eyes hop from Neeraj to Arun's.

Arun addresses Neeraj, who is towering several inches above my husband, in an authoritative tone, "I saw the camera footage, Neeraj. You dropped that parcel on our doorstep. Tell us everything before I call your parents."

"Call my Parents? Why? I only delivered it because Cheeku asked me to." He shows no sign of guilt or fear. His voice was steady.

"Cheeku? You mean Major Obaid's son?" Arun is puzzled, and so am I cause Cheeku is a 10-year-old kid. His father is a retired Major and works at an MNC now.

Neeraj points out the obvious," Yeah, that Cheeku. He told me an old uncle gave him that and asked him to give it to me, so I can leave it at your house."

Arun rubs his face with both hands. He is getting red in anger.

"Did Cheeku tell who this old man was?"

Neeraj shrugs, "I didn't ask. What's the big deal? What was in that parcel anyway? What's going on?" his head moves to and fro, asking both of us.
Before Arun could say anything.

I reply, "Eggs. There were eggs in the box."

Arun cringes his face, "Eggs?"

There is a shift in Neeraj's face now. His facial muscles flinch. He does not believe me.

Shoot !!! He carried the box here. He must have caught my lie by sensing the weight or no rolling of eggs inside the box...whatever. ...I can discern that he does not believe me.

His eyes roam across my body, checking the pattern of my Black saree but not in appreciation but in an investigative way.

Oh my stars!!!!  It was written on the box-# Black suits you#

"Eggs? Why the hell he sent you eggs?" Arun is oblivious to a sudden change in Neeraj.

Neeraj subtly smiles at my direction and makes knowing eye contact.

I blush and turn away coyly. I imagined him as my stalker for the past few minutes.

"You can go, Neeraj. Sorry for the trouble." Arun wants Neeraj to leave.

"So there are no vintage volleyball cards that your Uncle from the USA gave you. Is there?" Neeraj smirks in disappointment.

"No. I am sorry." Arun looks guilty for the ruse.

Neeraj makes no more fuss; instead, he grins at me," Trisha bhabi, you were right. It's been a while. I would love to catch up with you sometime."

I smile politely at him. His eyes sparkle in desire as he ogles me for a last time before leaving the house.

"You did not have time to change into something else?" Arun angrily expresses his discontent. Clearly, Neeraj's ogling did not escape him.

" I did not know you would tag Neeraj along with you." I snap at him.

"It is my fault now, huh? My wife went out on her own to catch her maniac stalker and that maniac sending us eggs." He shouts," Where are those eggs."

I gulp and point him toward the box sitting on a slab nearby.

Arun examines the box and asks, "What's the meaning of this? Did you take out any of the eggs?"

I lie blatantly, "No. Why?"

Arun gravely says, "There must be something. Maybe these eggs are arranged in a specific pattern. Patterns have meanings, you know."

"Un-huh." I scowl. Now it is getting ridiculous.

Arun cautiously picked up an egg and tapped it gently against the marble slab. Nothing Happens. He does the same with the next one.

"What are you doing?" I could not stay silent.

"Finding clues. Evidently, it is a puzzle. One of these eggs must have a clue. He is playing a game with me, Trisha." Arun reveals.

"With you?" I roll my eyes, "How did you reach that conclusion."

"It is obvious. He sends you away to the park, and at the same time, he sends me these eggs. He is taunting me, Trisha. I am gonna solve this puzzle, and I am gonna find him. When I do..." His face twists in darker thoughts.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh watching my husband losing his mind over a bunch of eggs which has nothing to do with my stalker.

The painful comedy continues until Aruns leaves for work. He even took the box and the eggs.

I, on the other hand, wait for the sun to set. In the evening, the game will resume.

[xavierrxx]

Super update.

[adangamaru]

She is now horny, lusty, and hungry towards a illicit affair. The cheating drama has started. Very interesting.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 9

                                                                            TRISHA



I start making dinner earlier than usual. Around 6 O'clock, I was done.

Ah, the task of choosing the prettiest nightie is more arduous than I imagined. I shift my gaze lazily and observe each one hanging in my wardrobe. My many choices reflect who I was--free and unafraid, and the rest reflect who I became-- dull and unimaginative.

My anonymous stalker and his instructions are spooking me and pushing me to embrace a self I have forgotten for my marriage.

He felt like my own personal rebellion against the mundane expectations of marriage. He is making me feel alive in a way that my husband couldn't. He is everything I was not allowed to do, say, or feel within the confines of my own marriage, and I found it extremely attractive.

My arrangement with my stalker felt fresh and exciting compared to my predictable marital life.

 Free & Unafraid it is, then. I decide.

The first option is a sleeveless satin gown, pink in colour and wispy in fabric. It looks luxurious and seductive, and I remember another night spent wearing it years ago.

I cannot help but smile as I imagine how my stalker would feel seeing me in this and whether it would lead to another such night.


*No, I am just playing this game cause it's fun. I will stop as soon as I know the identity of my stalker* I scold myself.


My second choice is a bronze and black chemise that is light as a feather. Bringing the fabric to my face, I can almost smell the promise of romance and passion I hold in my hands. Its smaller size and lacy details evoke an ease and intimacy that I crave.

My stalker has suddenly made me aware of how dull my life has become with my husband. We live a comfortable but mundane life with little surprises or thrills. I wanted this life, but I find myself wishing things were more exciting and that I could get that same rush of anticipated excitement from our relationship.

Next up is a white and red chiffon lace nightgown. I feel a tingling sensation in my heart as I run my hands over it. I know just how passionate and wild this gown can make me feel, and I can imagine my mysterious stalker's eyebrows raising in admiration.

I liked the fantasy of it, the idea that someone was out there watching and wanting me. He is a mysterious stalker, someone I couldn't know or understand, making him even more attractive.He is filling the space in me that had been missing for so long. 

Finally, I spot a sleeveless lavender chemise, and it's the clear winner. Its sheer lightness captures the moonlight's reflection in my mind, and I imagine this combination of my mystery man and an enchanted evening. I know that wearing this will make my heart throb with desire and my admirer's eyes glisten with pleasure.

I decide to take a shower before slipping into my chosen nightwear.

In the Shower, my mind drifts again.

There are things my secret stalker asked me to do that my husband would never think of; I am surprised, even shocked, but that only added to my exponentially growing excitement. His unpredictable requests and suggestive commands stirred something within me that I didn't even know existed, and I loved it - I felt alive.

I step out of the Shower and dry myself.

My heart race as I make my way to the full-length mirror. I can feel the anticipation in the air - it is my secret stalker's turn to watch me tonight. The thought reddens my cheeks. 
I delicately step out of my bedroom bathrobe and let it drizzle down my body onto the bedroom floor. My body is still bursting with heat as I graze my fingertips over the beautiful, delicate nightie that I have laid out for the occasion.

The nightie is a soft, lavender hue that perfectly complements my fair skin. It is made of intricate lace that glimmers and shines against the light, and I can feel the comforting fabric hug my curves perfectly as I put it on. 

Fitted in all the right places, the nightie perfectly showcases my figure.I note the hint of cleavage peeking delicately out from the sweetheart neckline and how the soft lace kisses my legs as it stops just above the knee.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking my time gazing at my reflection. I felt sexy and desirable - and like I could do anything - as I looked at myself in that nightie.
I stare at the sheer curtains. Is he out there? Has he returned from work? Is he watching me now?



It was a thrill to imagine my secret stalker lurking in the shadows, watching me but unable to touch me.Playing this game brought a certain empowerment to me, an adrenaline rush that only increased the chemistry of the wifi game.

Standing before the mirror, I glance over my reflected image adoringly. Mesmerized by my own beauty. The way the silk gently sways like a wave around me, invitingly whispering to all who wish to listen, never fails to spark excitement through my veins. 

I stare into the mirror, my eyes tracing admiringly over my figure, my hourglass frame and the soft swell of my breasts, pushing against the delicate fabric of the nightie. 
I can just about make out the outline of my erect nipples through the lace, and I can feel the blush start to heat up my cheeks.

As I sway my hips, I feel a naughty thrill course through me. I desperately imagine my secret admirer is out there somewhere, watching me.
My nightie may be a gift for my husband, but I can’t help but fantasize about the possibilities of how it could bring my stalker pleasure.

A smirk creeps onto my face as I turn away from the mirror with a secret. Believing my secret admirer is out there, watching and desiring me, sends electric sparks of pleasure and joy through my body.

I can't help but feel emboldened and empowered by his unseen gaze, feeling the full potential of my alluring self.

Arun will come home soon. I put on a housecoat over my nightie. I don't want to draw Arun's attention to myself.

Arun came home and said he had spoken to Cheeku about the old man. Cheeku apparently never saw the old man in Green Valley.

Arun is still interested in those eggs and has found a marking in one of them. He thinks it is a symbol. Now he is trying to match that symbol to ancient symbols worldwide on the internet. He tries to convience me that that symbol he found he is a clue and I don't discourage him. I felt guilt but did not tell him the truth about those eggs.

Instead, my eyes stay glued to my phone, waiting for my secret stalker's cryptic wifi update.



Finally, he changes his wifi name - 'Jasmine Vase.'


It took me a while to work it out. We have a small flower garden at the back of our house, and only one Jasmine pot is there.


My heart thuds under my breast. I go to the backside of our house and find out my guess is accurate.


There is a note under the Jasmine pot.


The paper is still warm. Freshly printed.


I read it quickly -# I bet you smell like Lavender now.#


Blood rushes to my cheeks, knowing he watched me before I put on my housecoat.


I read further #Come to the building which is under construction. You will see a car. Get in the front seat. Before leaving your house, lose that housecoat and bring the blindfold#

Very specific set of instructions. I am trembling in anticipation. I know which house he meant. There is only one new house being constructed inside our gated community.


I get up and stare outwards. The streets are lit by lamps amidst the darkness. I swallow hard. Would it be wise to follow a stalker's instruction to an abandoned under-construction site at this hour? One toe is dipped in fear and another in curiosity. The wise thing would be to inform Arun and put an end to this game at once. 

[adangamaru]

Wow.. She is now like remote car controlled by stalkar. Will this night change her life upside down?

[killthecheats]

Fantastic.

This man is trying to transform her from wife to whore.

[shrujay123]

Fantastic update bro

[Swt_ononna]

Glued to the stalker... Great update. Full of excitement and anticipation...

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Nice writing. Go on.

[LustyLeo]

Lovely narration

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 10
                                                            TRISHA




I go back inside my house. I am still torn between whether to carry on this flirty game with my Stalker or come clean to Arun and tell him everything.
My mind is racing . I take a deep breath. I know I must tell him, but I can't find the words. I feel like I'm standing still, but the world is spinning around me. My heart is in a vice grip, and my palms are clammy with sweat.

I reach our bedroom, where Arun is busy surfing the internet. I still can't conjure enough courage to speak, neither can I shove away my dilemma and give in to my Stalker's wishes.
"Hey, what's up? Something wrong?" Arun asks me momentarily, shifting his attention towards me and returning to what he was doing.

"No.. No nothing wrong." I reply as Arun stares at me again.

My body language betrays me. My arms are crossed in a defensive posture, and I can't seem to make eye contact. My feet are tapping anxiously against the floor, and I nervously adjust my locks of hair. I feel like I'm conveying regret without saying a word.

" I know you are afraid of the maniac .I understand Trisha and I am here for you. You are safe with me." My husband tries to embolden me.

I loathe the word 'safe'. That alone makes me want to engage with my Stalker. Then again, Arun has acted like a protective husband regarding this stalker issue from the very beginning. It is hard for me to betray him.
But what would I say? 
My thoughts are running through my head like the wind across a cornfield. He's never been one to deal with confrontation well. I can't stop myself from replaying the conversation again and again. Imagined reactions and possible scenarios. I don't know what he will do, how he will respond when I tell him about the sheer curtains, or how I hid the blindfold.

My emotions are overwhelming and conflicting. On the one hand, I feel guilty; on the other hand, I still strongly feel the urge to have fun with my Stalker. I feel embarrassed and unsure if I can fully explain myself. I'm worried about how I can explain this to Arun. He will not understand, or worse, my confession could destroy our marriage.

"I know Arun." I smile faintly," I am worried about another thing. Today electric bill came and the amount is larger than I expected."

Arun laughs heartily," Oh I know. I already paid it online. This year summer was cruel. Don't worry about the bills."

"Alright .I have chores to do." I lie and leave our bedroom.

I came downstairs and took out the blindfold from under the cushion.

I take a sharp breath and take off my housecoat.

Everything is safe here; everything is taken care of. No excitement or thrill in my life. I intend to get some...

***************
It rained a few hours ago. Most people are staying indoors in our gated community right now.

I walked down the street wearing my sleeveless kneel-length chemise.

I am strolling along the streets, and the lavender nightie flows gracefully with each step I take. The shimmery fabric catches the light, brightening my mood, lighter and more carefree with each step. I feel the fabric brush against my knees, the breeze tugging at the fabric, tickling my exposed skin below the hem of my dress. The comfortable polyester material felt luxurious against my skin, and the elastic fabric hugged me snugly yet gave me plenty of room to move.
 I felt a little bit exposed, but I was determined to be comfortable in my own skin. I could feel a few judgy as well as admiring eyes on me; I ignored both and kept my chin up.
I had to do a double take when I caught my reflection in the window of a house. I do look pretty.

Eventually, I reached the construction site. This side of our community is completely abandoned.
Beside the under-construction house is a sedan car standing in the dark, as my Stalker described.
I see nobody around. My heart is pounding as I reach the car, and as instructed, I get seated beside the driver's seat.
Another letter.
I read it quickly #Search the glove compartment. You will find a handcuff. Cuff yourself and put on the blindfold.#
Clearly, just like me, He does not trust me fully either. 

I open the compartment and take the cuffs out. Kinky. I feel the heat between my legs, staring at the shiny cuffs.I take a leap of faith and cuff my left hand to the car roof handle.Next, I put on the blindfold with my other hand.




Peach dark. After a few seconds, I hear someone entering the car.
My anonymous Stalker. My throat goes dry.Both do not speak for a while.

I could not take the tension and stuttered,"Who..are you?"

I hear a chuckle from the backseat," Do you really want to know that? That may take away the thrill you are enjoying."

I can't put a familiar face from our community to that voice. My Stalker is wearing a mask; his tone is slightly muffled.

"I am not enjoying anything.I am terrified of you.please stop stalking me as you promised." I hiss.

"You are terrified? Then why did you use the cuff on yourself, silly?" his voice is laced with sarcasm," Also, stop responding to my alleged acts of harassment if you want me to stop stalking you." My Stalker teases.

I can sense he is having fun with this.

" I am not responding to anything." I whine.

"Really?" his voice comes closer from behind. 

My body stiffens. I breathe shallowly as I sit there with a blindfold securely blindfolding my face, wearing only a nightie which barely hides my curves. I am terrified and excited at the same time, unsure of what to do.

"Don't be afraid." His voice is husky.

My anticipation only builds when sudden, strong hands wrap around my waist. A deep, seductive voice whispers in my ears, “This is just between us.”

I gasp hard.

"You said you aren't responding. Tell me, how did it feel to walk the street wearing this chemise?..." He teases me and removes his hand from my waist. 

With my closed eyes, I feel the silk blindfold tied precariously in place. I have no idea what this evening holds for me, but I let out a shuddering breath as I feel a gentle yet persistent touch on my neck. I straightened my shoulders, feeling over-eager in my nightie. I don't know who this man is, but I am increasingly being aware that he is a man who isn't my husband.

I mumble," I felt nothing.."

he ignores my answer and whispers," All those eyes ogling you...admiring you...envying you in this chemise ...that attention alone must have made you wet."

I blush hard. My body trembles against his fingers. At his touch, a wave of guilt and arousal surges through me - guilt for being here and for feeling such a forbidden excitement and arousal at the thought of something different. His hands slowly crawl under my arms, stopping just below my breast for a few seconds as though teasing me with the pleasure to come.

I hesitated, knowing I should resist and refusing to give into this unknown intimacy, but eventually, I let out a breath and acquiesced with the heat of anticipation coursing through me. 

"I felt nothing. You have no idea what I felt." I murmur, shivering.

My nipples harden with expectation as his finger traces my underboob.

"Then I intend to learn." He speaks softly.

My breasts come alive with anticipation as he starts to tease them with a gentle touch. His fingertips caringly meander and trace tenderly around my curves over my nightie & bra, softly tracing the nooks and crannies of my skin like a rollercoaster of emotions. His touch is like a warm fire burning on a cold night, tingling and tantalizing my tender flesh, sending waves of desire throughout my body.

The air is ripe with tension, and I can feel every nerve in my body dancing with anticipation. I can feel the overwhelming presence of this man behind me, and I know that something out of the ordinary is about to happen. It happens. In a swift motion, he unclasps my bra and removes it from my body.

"Pretty little hindrance."He chuckles.

 His fingers linger on my breasts under my nightie and begin to move in circles, slowly kneading and stroking as they make their way around the fullness of my curves. His touch is firm and feels almost electrifying. I can feel my body responding to his caresses with an overwhelming wave of pleasure and arousal.


At the same time, guilt starts to flood over me. This man isn't my husband, yet I can't deny that the sensations he's eliciting from my body are incredible. I'm wrestling with my emotions, feeling ashamed and ashamedly aroused, trying my best to suppress a moan of pleasure as he continues to massage my tits. I can't suppress my hushed gasp, however, as his hands begin to move over my nipples, making them stand erect under the fabric of my nightie.


The feeling of pleasure is growing exponentially, and I'm arching my back instinctively, trying to revel in the moment. But just as quickly as the pleasure had come, the guilt creeps back in. I can't help but think of how wrong this is - and the state I'm in, with a man who's not my husband, in a nightie, completely exposed ,cuffed and blindfolded. But despite these undeniable feelings of guilt, the pleasure he is eliciting from my body is too strong for me to deny.

His hands moved in circles around the mounds of my breasts, gently squeezing them. He alternated between firmer and more gentle touches, and I felt pure bliss as I squirmed in my seat.


The man’s hands finally start to crumble my defence, his skilful palms caressing me ever so tenderly yet surely. His fingertips barely brushed the tips of my nipples, sending a spark of electricity between us. My desire grew, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

'Ahhhh..." I restlessly moan again.

"I guess I am learning." He let out a raspy low chuckle.

 He kneads and moulds the curves of my breasts, each massage stroke more tender and intimate than the last. His fingers trace the contours of my breasts, teasing and caressing until I'm a quivering mass of want and desire.

Suddenly my phone rings. It is on the arm rest.

"Arun is calling you." My Stalker sounds amused, "Did you tell him where you going when you left the house?" He is barely touching me now, but his fingertips on my nipples made little electric sparks shoot through my body.

"No...uuffff..." I shudder.

“I bet your husband would be jealous if he knew you were here,” he purrs in a mocking tone.

I blush, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I can't deny that the things he is saying are true. I'm helpless and near the point of surrender.

"Time to tell your hubby dearest that you are alright." He doesn't wait for my response, and before I can say anything, he puts the phone on speaker.
"Where are you Trisha." Arun's voice fills the car.

"I am talking a walk." I lie, and I can hear the panic in my voice.

Meanwhile, my Stalker's fingers glide up my sides and slowly  he pulls down the strings of the nightie off my body exposing my swelled up breasts completely. Suddenly, his hands were on my breasts, gently kneading them with expert precision. His touch sent a wave of pleasure across my body, and I let out a soft moan in response.

That does not discourage my Stalker. It just emboldens him.

"Ok meet me at the Park. I need some air too." Arun informs.

My breasts felt full, alive and full of desire as he works his magic. I feel their softness, roundness and weight, my nipples growing increasingly sensitive as he caressed every part of them. They seemed swollen with pleasure, heavy and full of sweet anticipation. The sensations were so powerful and unexpected that I could barely stay silent.

"Ohhkkk..ohhhkk." I huffed and heard my husband cutting the call.

My shame must have been obvious on my face, as my Stalker seems to have no qualms about mocking my marriage. He laughed mockingly and sneered, pointing that out," We safely assume that You are a happily married wife from the conversation I just heard.".His words filled me with a deep sense of anger - how dare he undermine my commitment?

I gasp as he lightly flicks his fingertips across my nipples, my back arching in eagerness, and I'm overcome with the intensity of his touch. His massaging becomes quicker and firmer, and I feel an unstoppable desire rushing through me. Every nerve-ending is on fire as pleasure blossoms in my core, and I can't hold back any longer.

I ask him while moaning," Ahhh....why are you doing this?....offfff..."

"Cause I want to free you just like I have freed your tits right now." He growls and tugs hard on my nipples, and I feel my entire body go rigid in response to the pain. He keeps tugging and twisting it, sending shooting sensations through my body with each movement. Both pleasure and pain mingled together, making a sweet, agonizing sensation.

"What if I don't ...ahhhhh... want to be....ufffff..... free?" I moan, crunching my face and rubbing my thighs together in carnal desire.

"Why don't we make a deal huh? I will give a taste of that free and wild life you miss so much for few days and then you decide whether you want to live that thrilling life or live a boring married life in this suburb.?"

I didn't respond to his proposal, and His fingers moved in perfect circles, massaging my breasts with an exquisite touch. His grip became tighter, kneading and incessantly squeezing my breasts together. 

I shudder, crying out as I succumb to the intense pleasure washing over me, "Oh myyy Godddd!!!!"

"I will take that as a YES." He laughs.

His hands move up and down my rib cage in a tantalizing way, as if he is trying to memorize my body. I moan helplessly in pleasure, my lips parting slightly as the sensations overwhelms me.

The pressure increased as his fingers moved in tandem, squeezing my breasts from behind. His fingertips seemed to move with perfect precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands seemed all-knowing as if they instinctively knew exactly how much pressure to apply and when.

Finally, my strength wanes, my moans are reduced to whimpers, and I feel his hands relax a little. He leans her closer to me and, to my deathly fear, whispers, 'You liked it, didn't you?'.

"I have to go." I am panting hard. I can guess my dewy skin is radiant and glowing in heat.

He still caresses my breasts gently, making me twist and mewl.

"Alright." He concurs.

"Give me my bra back." I blush.

"If you give me you panty." He toys with me.

" No way." I firmly protest.

"I have heard that before from you." He teases me, and his hands clasp my breasts from behind. With each squeeze, he brings a low moan of pleasure out of me. His fingers roll over each small mound, squeezing just the right amount. His thumb moves, finding the sensitive place at the tip and creating an intense desire within me.

My verbal reaction was one of immense pleasure, long drawn-out moans escaping my lips with each caress. My body was practically singing under his touch, my back arching and pushing towards the sensations.

The man has a firm grip, his fingers pressing and kneading my orbs before him until I can no longer contain my intense pleasure.

The man increases his grip, squeezing more firmly as I moan louder. His hands move faster, exploring every inch of my chest until he creates a feeling of such intensity that I can no longer control. I had never felt pleasure like this before with Arun, and it was causing me to let go completely.

 I scream, unable to take the pleasure any more, "Ok, ok..ahhhhh...You can have my panty."

With one final squeeze, the man releases me from his grip, and I slump against the seat in exhaustion. I have no idea what happened, but it was one of the most intensely pleasurable experiences I  have had in many years.

With my free hand, I pull my panty down, lifting my ass.

He gently picks it from my hand. As our fingers touch, I tremble. We both can feel how soaked my panty has become.

"mmmm," He makes a satisfied sound, "Your pussy wept a lot ."

and throws the bra and the cuff's keys on my lap.

"Count to 20, and then take off your blindfold. Then uncuff yourself. The key is on your lap. Say Hi to your husband." He laughs, and just like that, he disappears after rocking my world.