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Neighbor’s Battered Wife



The siren was blaring as the ambulance weaved through traffic. It was just past midnight and the traffic in Mumbai — the city that never sleeps — was brutal in spite of the hour. We would have been tossed around if we weren’t strapped in.

It seemed like a race against time. Would the city traffic slow us down enough to cause maximum damage or would the ambulance driver be able to beat the traffic and get us to the hospital in time. Ok, maybe I was over-dramatizing it just a little bit. The damage wasn’t life threatening. It had been just 10 minutes that we had been in the ambulance but it felt like we had been driving for hours. Time has a way of seeming to slow down at times like these.

Ten more minutes later, we were pulling into the emergency entrance at the hospital. Soon thereafter, Arundhati was in surgery and I was answering questions from the hospital staff and the security officer about what had happened.

How does an 18 year old end up mixed up in a family drama of abuse that ends up in the hospital with the security officer getting involved? It was hard for my teenage brain to come to grips with the situation I had found myself in. It had all started a few months ago.

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After losing my virginity to Zara, a visitor from Dhaka and losing her contact information when she returned to her country, I went through a phase of horny depression. She had freed a caged animal who now had no release.

Arundhati and her husband Narayan moved into the ground floor apartment across the street a few months after Zara had gone back to Dhaka. My bedroom window was one floor above their apartment and overlooked their living room, bathroom and the master bedroom. Narayan was in his mid-40s and worked as the foreman in a factory. He was significantly older than Arundhati, who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s — significantly older than me.

Normally, they wouldn’t have been able to afford to either buy or rent the apartment on his income. I learned much later that he had used part of his dowry to get the new place. Their arrival changed my life. For starters, my quiet evenings became history. Their arguments were loud enough to waft across the street. While I couldn’t usually make out the words, there was no mistaking the heated words exchanged, the screaming and crying.

Most of their marital problems stemmed from the fact that Narayan was an alcoholic with a very low alcoholic resistance level. He would come home drunk every evening and that invariably meant arguments and fights between husband and wife. Why they left their windows open beat me. If they shut them and put up some dbangs, it might have muffled some of the noise, but for whatever reason, they didn’t.

After a few weeks, I got used to the evening arguments and for the most part ignored it. It wasn’t my business and I had no interest in the family problems of my new neighbors. However, curiosity got the better of me late one morning when I heard what sounded like crying. Making my way to the window, I looked across the street — starting with the living room window, then the bedroom and finally the bathroom.

What I saw made my jaw drop. She was masturbating in the shower area with what looked like a dildo or vibrator. Her moaning had got progressively louder till it reached my ears and as I watched her masturbate, it kept getting louder and louder as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm.

She screamed and shook when it finally hit, rocking her body. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had just watched my neighbor’s wife masturbate herself to an orgasm.

That one incident had turned me into a voyeur. On my college vacation, I had all the time in the world and by the next morning, I had set up quite a monitoring system at my bedroom window.

My telescopic zoom camera was set up on a tripod with a trip wire so I could take pictures without being behind the viewfinder. A camcorder was also set up next to it for me to record video. A chair was set next to it with my camping binoculars on them. It wasn’t my lucky day though. She must have had her shower before I even woke up. The same happened the next two days too.

I finally got lucky on Saturday. While her husband slept in their bed, she had put on quite a display for me, masturbating in the shower. Her husband had slept through all her moaning and screaming as she masturbated for close to half an hour before a loud, screaming orgasm shook her.

I got a number of pictures — both close up and long shot and a full high definition video of her show. I had also watched it up close and personal through my binoculars. I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her. WOW!

This was going to be both an erotic bonanza if it continued and also an ultimate torture with such a hot woman living right next door and yet so far out of reach.

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Over the next few weeks, my library of Arundhati’s pictures and videos kept growing. I had her masturbating in the shower a few times, her husband fucking her in bed a few times and on one night, I saw him take her against her wish.

He was stone drunk as usual and what started as an argument took on a physical turn when he force-stripped her naked before forcing her down on her belly on the floor and taking her brutally till he exploded five minutes later inside her ass.

I had masturbated almost every time I watched and recorded her and I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her husband take her mercilessly, making her cry in pain as he pounded her ass.

After it was over, I watched her crying naked on the floor while her husband passed out next to her. I felt ashamed of myself for being turned on by this woman’s helpless plight and abuse.

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My erotic and voyeuristic bonanza came to a head tonight. He came home — drunk as usual and the customary arguments ensued. However today, things took a turn for the worst when he tried to fuck her against her wish. He had managed to strip her naked and was trying to pin her down when she slapped him. That pushed him over the edge and he started beating and kicking her.

Oh SHIT!!!!! I just saw blood spurt out of her mouth when he slapped her hard. I acted on impulse, not thinking. I called the ambulance while running out of my apartment, down the stairs, across the street and into their campus.

By the time I reached their door, I could hear hysterical screams. I was appalled that none of their neighbors had done anything yet. When repeated knocking got no response, I contemplated whether I could break the door down the way heroes do in movies or whether I could pick the lock.

On impulse, I tried the door knob and it opened! They hadn’t even bothered to lock the door!!!

I found her lying naked on the floor unconscious, blood gushing out of a cut in her forehead, her nose and mouth, a number of bruises on her body.

Narayan, also naked was groaning in pain, his hands clutching his balls. She must have managed to kick him in the balls before he threw her against the dining table, where she must have hit her head and passed out.

I had no idea what to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline making me react on impulse and clouding my ability to think clearly. I rushed to the kitchen. Drenching the kitchen towel in tap water, I rushed back to the living room.

I dabbed the wet cloth on the cuts in her forehead and mouth, wiping away the blood. A couple minutes later, she started stirring and eventually woke up. It took her a moment or two to realize there was a stranger in the room tending to her…and that she was stark naked.

“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her as she tried to cover herself with her hands and push away from me, “it’s ok, you are hurt. Try and stay still.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, she had calmed down as much as possible and had covered herself with the saree I handed her at her request. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected the erotic show from across the street to turn into a night of horror and brutal violence.

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“Thank you for last night,” she said as I sat on the edge of her bed in the hospital.

“Don’t mention it,” I said, “it’s the least a neighbor could do.”

“But how did you know?”

“I live across the street. I heard screams and when I looked out the window, I saw him hit you. I called the ambulance and ran across to try and stop him. But you were unconscious by the time I got there. I am sorry I couldn’t get there sooner.”

“Well, thanks for getting there,” she said sipping water. The cut on her forehead had been stitched and her other injuries treated. Even bandaged and bruised, she looked gorgeous to me. But then, I was a horny 18 year old who had been masturbating watching her for a while now. She had no idea that last night wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked and I had no intention of telling her either.

It wasn’t the ideal circumstance for a formal introduction, but over the hour that I spent with her, we got to know a little about each other.

She was Narayan’s second wife. His first had passed away a couple years ago. He had a daughter from his first marriage who was in a boarding college. She had fallen for the vulnerable single father and married him against her parents’ wishes. Even though they finally relented and got her married to him — and gave a generous enough dowry that had helped him buy the apartment — they had cut all ties with her. And now, she knew they were right and she had made a huge mistake that she would have to pay for alone.

“Where’s my husband?” she asked eventually.

“The security officer took him into custody after he was checked by the doctors last night.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I waited a while longer to see if she would wake up before returning home.

I visited her in the hospital the next day too and was glad to know that her injuries were minor enough for her to be discharged that evening.

I was there as she checked out and accompanied her home. Once she was finally settled in, we exchanged phone numbers and I bid her good night and returned home.

She called me the next day to check if I was busy. I wasn’t. She wanted to know if I would keep her company. I said I would love it and went over to her place. She was cooking lunch and we ate together.

We talked over lunch and thereafter and she told me what I already knew. That her husband was an alcoholic who abused her emotionally, verbally and physically when he was drunk. When he was sober, he was the perfect gentleman and the nicest man you could meet.

But he had crossed a boundary and she couldn’t live with him anymore. Being forced to have sex with him was one thing, but she wasn’t going to let him beat her up anymore.

She said she intended to press charges and also file for divorce.

I confessed that I had seen and heard them argue in the past — of course I left out the parts about watching him fuck her and watching her while she showered and masturbated. But, my confession told her that I could look into her house and I fully expected the windows to now be closed and dbangs to go up. And yet, none of that happened.

The next day, I watched, took pictures of, and videoed her as she she showered and masturbated. After she came and her orgasm passed, she looked straight at me through her bathroom window and smiled. I was caught and she didn’t seem to mind! I couldn’t believe my luck. She then proceeded to dbang herself in a towel and got out of the shower. In her bedroom, she dropped the towel and looked in my direction, a naughty smile on her face. She took her time dressing up, looking in my direction every few minutes and when she was finally dressed, she stepped to the window. Extending one hand, she made the ‘come over’ gesture with her finger.

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“So, how long has this been going on?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t accusing or angry. If anything there was an amused, naughtiness in her voice. We were sitting across the dining table.

“A while,” I said looking down, embarrassed.

“What all have you seen?”

“A lot”

“Seen me shower before?”

“Yes.” I still had my eyes and head bowed down.

“Seen me cook?” I nodded yes.

“Seen us fight?”… I nodded yes again.

“Seen us sleep?”….yes

“Seen me getting fucked? I looked up, taken aback by the directness of her question. “It’s ok. I just want to know. Ok?”

“Yes,” I said, gulping and going red.

“Liked what you saw?” I shook my head ‘no’. “No?” she asked seemingly surprised, “Why?”

“Because, it never seemed like you enjoyed it.” I replied. “He even fucked you when you didn’t want him to. That’s bang you know, even though you are married to him.”

“I know,” she said, looking down in shame now, “but you have to understand that I loved him… till he hit me. Now I hate him.”

“I totally understand,” I said placing my hand over hers reassuringly.

“I had a lot of dreams when I married him. I believed we would live happily ever after. That he would love me forever. That all it would take is my love to make him quit drinking. He said he started drinking after his first wife’s death. Now, I am not so sure anymore. It’s just as possible that he hit her too when he was drunk and maybe it went too far one day. Who knows…”

I didn’t know what to say to that and just kept silent.

“I wanted him to love me, and I believed he did. Before we got married, he would make gentle love to me. The last time we made love that way was the night of our marriage. That was also the only time he fucked me twice in a day.” I couldn’t believe she was telling me all these details of their sexual life. “Since then, all he’s done is treat me like his property to fuck whenever he wanted to — with no thought to my own pleasure and needs. I had to pleasure myself when I could.” she concluded.

“I know.” I said. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I have seen you shower remember?” I said by way of explanation and she blushed, her pretty face going beet red. We just say there at the dining table, an awkward silence between us.

“Liked what you saw?” she asked finally. No I shook my head.

“No?” she asked, “you don’t like me?”

“It’s not that…” I said hesitating, “someone as beautiful and sexy as you shouldn’t have to pleasure yourself.”

“Oh!” she said, getting off her chair and walking over to me. Sitting down in my lap, she caressed my face with her fingers, “would you like to make me happy?”

There was no mistaking the invitation. She sealed it when she bent down and kissed me. As her tongue entered my mouth, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast over her dress. I squeezed and she moaned in my mouth.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity with her on my lap at the dining table. Both my hands were all over her body. After caressing and squeezing her boobs, I had caressed her back and cupped her butt cheeks before caressing the insides of her thighs and eventually her pussy over her clothes.

As I started undressing her, she broke the kiss and got off my lap. With her hands were all over me, taking my clothes off as I started shed hers, she led us to the bedroom. We were both naked and hungry by the time we reached the bed. I threw her on the bed and grabbed her legs. Spreading her legs wide, I went straight for her shaved pussy.

“Aaaaahhhhh…..yessssssss,” she groaned as I entered her with my tongue. She was soaking wet and I lapped up her juices. She let me eat her for a while before turning me on my back and getting on top. She sat on my face, giving me unhindered access to her pussy while she took my hardness in her mouth.

I groaned in pleasure into her pussy as she stroked and sucked me. She was moaning over my shaft as she sucked, licked and stroked it.

I knew I wouldn’t last long when she cupped my balls and squeezed them gently, making me groan.

Both of us were so turned on that neither of us lasted long. We both erupted into each others’ mouths within three minutes, her heavenly nectar gushing into my mouth as I exploded in hers.

“Join me for lunch?” she asked getting off the bed once we were done.

“Sure,” I said, watching her as she covered her naked body with a towel and made her way towards the kitchen.

I took a nap while she cooked. I woke up an hour later to the delicious aroma of food. I found my underwear lying at the entrance to the bedroom. I put it on and made my way to the kitchen.

Arundhati was still dressed only in the towel she had covered herself in. She smiled as she watched me make my way towards her.

Getting behind her, I kissed her neck as my hands cupped her boobs.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“For you,” I said nodding into her shoulder, licking her.

“Later,” she said pushing my head back, “first some food.” She had already set the table for two. She pushed me away and carried the food she’d cooked to the dining table. We sat across from each other to eat. Mid way through the lunch, she reached her leg beneath the dining table and started caressing me over my underwear with her feet.

“You are hard already,” she said surprised. “I can’t wait for my dessert.” she added winking.

“Me either,” I said and that was the end of lunch. Back in bed, I ate her while she sucked me. She came twice in my mouth before I came, feeding her my cum. We slept in a tangle and did it again when we woke up a couple hours later.

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There seemed to be an unspoken boundary between us. Neither spoke about it, but there seemed to be an automatic understanding that penetration was off limits. She’d give me the most mind blowing blowjobs and hand jobs and I would eat her for hours through orgasm after orgasm but that stayed the extent of our little arrangement for months.

“Want to come over? I feel like celebrating.” She said when she called me one evening.

“Do you still have to ask?” I said, laughing into the phone, “be right over.”

She was grinning from ear to ear, holding up an envelope when she opened the door for me. “Freedom!!!!” she shrieked as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Freedom?” I asked when she broke the kiss.

“The divorce is final,” she explained waving the envelope before my face, “I am finally free of him.”

“Oh,” I said following her into the house and closing the door behind me.

“And I want to celebrate all night,” she added, “think you can keep going all night?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said starting to unbutton my shirt.

We stripped each other naked as I followed her to the bedroom kissing her passionately all along the way. She had her legs open for me as she lay down and we ate each other to our respective orgasms.

“Want to take it further?” she asked as she caressed my hair as we lay panting in a naked embrace.

“Further?” I asked, though I had a fair idea what she was suggesting. In reply, she got off the bed and grabbed my hand. After I got of the bed, she grabbed my limp cock and led me to the bathroom — the place where I had first seen her masturbate from my bedroom window. It was only apt that this is where we would fuck for the first time — at least that’s what I thought she meant by taking it further.

As the shower drenched us, we kissed and caressed each others’ body. She stroked me till I was hard again.

“Ready?” she said spreading her legs.

“If you are,” I replied rubbing the head of my cock against her opening. She groaned in pleasure when I entered her. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” I whispered into her neck as I buried my hardness to the hilt inside her.

“I know,” she moaned, her eyes closed, feeling every inch of me fill her up, “I have too.”

Kissing her, I started moving in and out of her. Her pussy muscles clenched around my hardness, pulling me into her with every thrust.

“Harder,” she moaned, urging me on as I sucked on her nipple while pinching the other one. I increased my tempo steadily till I was slamming her hard and deep. She screamed and came all around my shaft within minutes.

Having already cum once not so long ago, I was in no hurry and kept pounding her right through her orgasm, making it last longer than it otherwise would have lasted. She came a second time after ten more minutes of fucking and this time I exploded inside her moments after her orgasm hit.

“Wow! That was incredible,” she said, as she took some of the cum dripping out of her pussy with her fingers and licked them, “but I am sure I will want more later.”

“Me too,” I said kissing her hungrily.

Out of the shower, we decided to feed our hungry bodies. I insisted she cook naked and let me enjoy her body while she cooked. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her naked body while she cooked and was hard again by the time she was done cooking.

I suggested we let the food wait a little making her giggle as I led her to the bedroom and fucked her again in bed. This time, it took me nearly an hour before I creamed her pussy. She had cum two more times while I fucked her.

We finally ate the dinner she had cooked. Dinner got erotic as she rubbed the food on her body and made me lick it off her. By the time we are done eating the food off each others’ bodies, I was hard again. I fucked and creamed her two more times that night before we finally drifted off to sleep.

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When we woke up the next morning, she told me she had decided to sell the apartment and move because it had too many bad memories.

I had selfishly tried my best to talk her out of selling the place because it would mean the end of what we had going if she moved away. I even tried emotional blackmail, telling her how I had lost Zara and didn’t want to lose her too, but her mind was made up.

“I am much too old for you,” she said, “as much as I am enjoying what we have going, it can’t last forever. You deserve someone your own age. I am damaged goods and am certainly no cradle thief. Besides, I need to find myself and need to make a clean break from this place.”

No matter how much I tried to reason with her, she just wouldn’t listen. “Who knows,” she said, “I may not be able to sell this place and you may get your wish. Why spoil today thinking about what tomorrow may bring? Now, let’s not waste time debating.” she said reaching down and starting to stroke my half-hard cock, “I have been aching to feel you inside me since I woke up.”

We fucked throughout the day. She was just insatiable and the more I fucked her, the hungrier I seemed to make her.

It was six months before she announced that she had managed to find a buyer for the apartment and would be moving out of town to make a fresh start.

“When will you be moving?” I asked. Over the past few months, I had reconciled to the inevitability of her decision to move.

“Next week.” she said.

“So soon?”

“Look at it this way, she said unbuttoning my shirt, “you have a week to fuck me to your heart’s content. Now do you want to waste time talking and arguing?” 

Of course I didn’t.


THE END

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