Hello, all to lovely readers. This is Kumar again from Bangalore. It feels good to have another opportunity to share a new story with the readers again. I have got good responses from many of the readers for seducing my sister-in-law.
A few months ago, I started going to the gym. And it was there that I encountered Lipika. In regular gym attire, her figure was highlighted by a tight t-shirt and yoga pants.
It was quite amazing, with measurements of 33-26-34. Additionally, she stood at an impressive height of 5’7″. No traditional signs of marriage, such as a mangal sutra or sindoor, were worn by her. So as she worked out, I observed her through the mirror.
After the workout, she approached me and asked what had captured my attention. I apologized and admitted that I could not help but admire her remarkable figure. In response, she slyly smiled and warned me not to repeat such behaviour.
She often attended the gym with her husband, who might not appreciate it. I expressed my astonishment and commented that she did not appear old enough to be married. Curious, she asked me to guess her age.
I estimated around 25 years old, to which she responded with a broad smile, revealing that she was 33. I was genuinely impressed, considering her excellent physical condition.
As the days went by, our conversations grew more frequent. I often indulged in playful flirting, complimenting her on her fantastic figure and suggesting that she could easily be mistaken for a young college student.
Interestingly, she often sought my assistance with the gym equipment rather than relying on the trainer. During our interactions, I learned that she had been married to her boyfriend from work for the past seven years.
To my surprise, I discovered that she resided just two floors below my flat. In other words, she was the wife of my neighbour. In the subsequent days, she completely avoided conversing with me, even when I tried to initiate a conversation. This situation greatly frustrated me.
However, after some time, my emotions had cooled down. My neighbour’s attractive wife approached me and apologized for her distant behaviour. She extended an invitation for dinner as a gesture of reconciliation.
During the evenings, when her husband was late from work, we would frequently share meals. Our conversations became increasingly intimate. Lipika began confiding in me about the challenges she and her husband had faced over the past two years in trying to conceive a child.
Over three months, we developed a deep bond. Lipika disclosed that her husband had been unable to impregnate her. The mounting pressure from their families to have a child had become overwhelming. Despite my attempts to console her, she began to cry inconsolably.
Moved by her distress, I approached her and embraced her tightly, hoping to offer solace. I tenderly stroked Lipika’s head. Her sobs gradually subsided, and we released our embrace. At that moment, our gazes met, and we had an undeniable connection.
Acting on our shared emotions, I leaned in and kissed her. To my surprise, she responded with a gentle reciprocation. However, her realization of the situation quickly dawned upon her. She abruptly pushed me away, acknowledging that it was a mistake.
She hastily insisted that I leave, and we remained out of contact for several days. After approximately two weeks had passed, Lipika hurriedly entered my place. She regretted the incident, emphasizing that what had transpired should never have happened.
She reaffirmed her love for her husband and her happiness in their marriage. Lipika also confided that her husband stubbornly refused to acknowledge that he might be why they could not conceive a child. I sat next to her and then kept my hands on her thigh.
Lipika looked at me, and I told her I had had a crush on her since the first day I saw her at the gym. As it would be a major betrayal of her husband, my neighbour’s wife was not persuaded and stood up to go. As I grasped her hand, I stopped her. I stood up, moved behind her, and kissed her neck.
Lipika swung around and gave me a wet-eyed stare. We exchanged glances for a short while. I warned her that I was about to kiss her again and that she may stop me at any time, or I would stop and not continue. I moved closer and kissed her. Lipika started kissing me in return.
We continued kissing as I pushed her back onto the couch. I touched every inch of her upper body during our 15- to 20-minute-long passionate kissing session. I ended the kiss, got to my feet, and took my neighbour’s hot wife into my arms. As I carried her to the bedroom, she stared at me intensely.
I put her on the bed and began kissing her once more. Lipika passionately kissed me while inserting her tongue far into my mouth. She took off her shirt, and I did the same. Her stunning boobs were now patiently ready to escape the confines of her bra.
I removed her bra, caressed her gorgeous 33C breasts, and started sucking like crazy. My other hand entered her pants and was now concealed by her undergarments. I started to stroke her clit and lick her boobs as she began to sigh with pleasure.
Then I took off her slacks and nightgown. Near her vagina, Lipika had some hair. I caressed it once more before starting to devour her. As I rubbed my tongue all over her pussy, she groaned. I stuck my finger in and stroked her clit with my mouth. She came and groaned loudly as her pussy walls shrank.
My cock was as hard as a rock as I took down my pant. Lipika began to rub it after being impressed by my height of 6 inches. She started sucking it like candy after placing it in her mouth. I had not had sex in three months.
So all I wanted to do was get inside my neighbour’s wife’s pussy and burst my juice in her pussy. Then I laid her down and entered her like a missionary. I stroked my neighbour’s wife’s clit while gently beginning to fuck her. As I fucked her, she was groaning and enjoying herself.
She quickly returned after I gradually picked up the speed. I swung her around and entered her doggy style, clutching her boobs and rubbing her nipples before giving her a powerful fuck. I raised her slightly and continued to fuck her. She enjoyed the new experience because she had never performed this move before.
I then placed her in a side-fuck. Lipika and I were lying on the bed, gazing at each other and kissing passionately. I lifted her leg and entered Lipika’s married pussy. I occasionally bit her nipples and squeezed and sucked her luscious boobs. It made her orgasm even more intense.
I ordered her to slide down in cowgirl as I sat up straight. We had sex in the sitting cowgirl position after she did that. She was riding me as I was about to reach my peak. Just as I was about to arrive, I grabbed her and turned her back to the missionary.
I filled her pussy to the brim. Lipika elevated her legs such that all the semen went within without letting any fluid escape from her vagina. This concludes this incident about how I made my neighbour and helped her overcome depression.
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