Adultery Neighbour Affair

[godofgoud]

They had no children. Over time, we got to know each other well. It first started with the usual, neighborly greetings when we bumped into each other in the lift or the passage. That then progressed to slightly longer conversations, getting to know the basics. Name, relationships, work, etc, etc. It then moved on to going over to each other's houses to borrow something, then for a cup of tea or an evening drink on the balcony late at night after work. Occasionally we chatted for a long time, and sometimes it was just a quick hello. But over time, we became very friendly, and even divulged a few personal things to each other. Lately, she began to share how lonely it had started to become without her husband, mentally and physically. And how she yearned for his presence. How she yearned for some physical intimacy. I confided in her about how lonely I was feeling lately, and how I had been yearning for a meaningful relationship. I told her about a very close friend of mine, Saranya, and our physical relationship. How Saranya and I had grown up together, been best friends, and later become physical. And how I had been wanting to talk to her to take things a step further but hadn't built up the courage to. We shared these intimate feelings. But it was only friendship and nothing more.


I had found Sirisha extremely attractive right from the time I saw her. She was tall for an Indian, maybe 5'7", very fit and curvaceous at the same time. Her smooth dusky skin always glowed. Her dark brown eyes were large and always sparkled. Her features were sharp, and her lips were full. She had beautiful, long, thick, and lustrous hair that was usually tied up in some sort of a bun, or clipped back, or in a ponytail. She dressed modest but modern, usually in chic ethnic Indian and fusion attire. Either a sari which made her look elegantly enticing, or a salwar kurta which made her look traditionally alluring, or even Indo-western for that modern exotic look. Occasionally I saw her in pieces of denim or trousers and a top or a dress. I could tell she had ample breasts, but her conservative clothing didn't always give away much. Her stomach seemed flat and her waist was slim, but her hips curved out beautifully. Her legs were long and slender, and her ass was beautifully shaped and tight. She was stunning in all aspects and many times I ended up thinking about her in sultry ways.

At first, I always wondered what her personal life was like. Almost always alone, I wondered how she ever quelled her sexual desires. I wondered what it was like for her to see her husband so rarely. Was it awkward? Was it a weekend full of mad, passionate sex to make up for a lost time? Was there a distance building?

Later, as we got to know each other better, we spoke a little about such things. She told me how lonely it got. The initial fire had dwindled but there was still love. They missed each other and enjoyed the short time they spent each time he visited, obviously leaving out the juicy details. And though she had never indulged in an affair, thoughts and desires did arise from time to time. Temptation did come, but she had not caved in. This was over a month ago.

So, as I stood there and watched as she continued to sway her body, I was in complete shock. I had taken her to be a bit reserved and never expected her to strip like that for anyone. A lot of questions poured into my head. Who was it? Was it her husband? Another man? A woman even? Last I chatted with Sirisha, her husband wasn't supposed to be home, making me wonder if she had finally caved into lust and brought someone home. I continued to watch in complete disbelief, and I couldn't take my eyes away. It was wrong, I knew that. But I was transfixed. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as she now reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it spring away to release what I knew were beautiful breasts. Oh, how I yearned to see them.

Sirisha then reached up and tugged at her hair, unraveling the bun and letting her rich locks cascade down her back, nearly falling to her waist. My cock began to throb as I watched her hair sway from side to side as she continued to move for that lucky person.