Hello readers, let me tell you about an incident that happened a month ago. I got the chance to sleep with my young and hot neighbour while her husband was away. All the names are changed for privacy reasons.
I’m 24 years old, 5’11”, with a well-built physique. I live in Vadodara in a rented flat, and I work as a Network Engineer.
My neighbours moved in a few months ago into the flat across from mine. They don’t have kids yet. Her husband, Rahul, is a software engineer. Let me tell you about his wife, Sneha. She’s probably around 30, with a fair complexion and silky hair, and stands at 5’6″.
She often goes to the gym and is very conscious of her fitness. Her tight gym clothes highlighted her great ass and nice boobs, making her hard to ignore. She’s a UI designer who works remotely. Any guy my age would crave the chance to fuck her.
One weekend, they invited me over for coffee and some chit-chat. Rahul and I talked about work. I also discussed with Sneha about gym routines and diet plans. I mentioned that I was planning to start going to the gym. Rahul was a nice guy, but he was kind of a nerd, always busy with his laptop/work.
Sneha, on the other hand, was talkative and outgoing. They asked if I could hold onto their flat key in the mornings because their schedules clashed. Sneha would leave for the gym at 7:00 AM, and Rahul would leave at 7:30 AM.
So, Rahul would hand me the key when he left, and Sneha would pick it up from me around 8:15 AM. I happily agreed, thinking this would give me more chances to interact with Sneha. She even shared her contact number with me.
One day, she posted a photo on her WhatsApp status with her husband from a nearby tourist spot. I used that as an excuse to start chatting with her on WhatsApp, and we grew friendlier over time. I often complimented her and flirted with her when she came to pick up the keys in the morning.
She would blush at my comments. With her regular gym routine, I could tell she had a high libido. I would come back from the office around 6:00 PM and cook my meal. Sneha would sometimes ask me to bring vegetables on my way returning.
Everything was going well. Sometimes, I would masturbate thinking of her. They even started inviting me over for meals on the weekends.
One morning, when Sneha came to pick up the keys, I was in the middle of my callisthenics routine on the balcony. I was sweating, wearing a shoulder-cut T-shirt and lower that showed off my biceps and chest.
When I opened the door, she looked absolutely stunning in her tight top, leggings, and her hair perfectly tied in a ponytail.
I couldn’t help but compliment her. “You’ve been working out hard. You already have a great shape, though.”
She smiled and replied, “Working out makes me feel more energetic.” She continued, “Weren’t you planning to start going to the gym? When are you starting?”
“Maybe next month,” I said, before adding, “Please come in, let’s have some coffee.”
To which she agreed. This was the first time I invited her to my place for coffee. I went to the kitchen and quickly made us some coffee. We sat on the balcony, enjoying the cool morning breeze.
She asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend? You’ve got such a great physique.”
Today, I wanted to let her know how much I admire her beauty. So I responded, “I had one in college, then we broke up. But after moving here, I haven’t found the time… and honestly, I haven’t met anyone as BEAUTIFUL as you.”
Her face lit up, and she blushed, saying, “I’m not that beautiful.”
I leaned in slightly, holding her gaze, and said, “Your husband is a lucky man to have such a wonderful wife.”
She smiled softly and replied, “You’ll find someone too.”
We finished our coffee, and she left, but there was something different in the air between us.
Later that night, around 11 PM, I got a message from her: “Hey, do you smoke?”
I replied, “Yes, but only when I have company.”
Sneha: Oh, that’s nice! My husband is leaving for a work trip tomorrow morning and will be back the day after.
My heart started racing. She was still typing something.
Sneha: I’m thinking… let’s have dinner together tomorrow. I don’t feel like cooking just for myself, haha.
I was reading something that my eyes couldn’t believe. I was the luckiest guy. I finally got a chance to be with her all alone.
Sneha: Also, bring some cigars. I haven’t smoked since we moved here.
Me: Sure, Sneha. I’m in for tomorrow’s plan.
The next day, at 8 PM, I rang the doorbell. When Sneha opened the door, the scent of her perfume hit me, and it was intoxicating. She was wearing a light blue salwar kameez with black leggings and a white dupatta. The colour combination made her look even more stunning and adorable.
As I entered the room, she smiled and said, “I was waiting for you to come.”
We sat at the dining table, and she served the meal. We chatted while eating, and it was clear she was enjoying my company. After the meal, she took the utensils to the kitchen to clean them. I offered to help, and she readily agreed.
We stood close to each other as we washed the dishes, our arms brushing against each other occasionally. Each touch sent a jolt through me. It gave me a hard-on. At that moment, I wanted to take her to the bedroom and fuck her hard. Once the dishes were done, we moved to the sofa.
She asked me to light the cigarettes. As we smoked, my eyes were drawn to her sexy body and those irresistible juicy lips. I was sure she knew I was checking her out.
I leaned in a little closer and said, “Give me your hand. I can read palms.”
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? That’s interesting.”
I scooted even closer, taking her hand in mine. My heartbeat quickened.
I teased, “Amazing! You’ll have five kids.” We both burst out laughing and finished the cigarette.
After that, the room fell into a brief, awkward silence. Our eyes locked, and I could sense her eyes filled with lust, just as she could sense in my eyes. The air was thick with sexual tension. Both of us crave the same thing: waiting for someone to make the first move.
We were sitting so close, her on my right. I knew she wouldn’t stop me. I gently placed my left palm on her cheek, pausing for a moment. And then, as if on cue, she leaned in and started kissing me passionately. Both of our eyes closed as we melted into each other.
Our tongues intertwined, saliva mixing, neither of us wanting to break the kiss even as we began to run short of breath. We were kissing as if there was no tomorrow. I started pressing her breasts, and I could feel her moan softly into my mouth.
She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you, Abhishek. I’ve been craving your touch. My husband rarely makes love to me. Please, Abhishek.” Without a second’s hesitation, I kissed her again, my hands kneading her breasts more firmly.
She broke the kiss and murmured, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I quickly turned off the lights in the hall while she headed to the bedroom and switched on the dim lights. The perfect romantic atmosphere was set in the bedroom. We hugged each other on the bed and started kissing passionately again.
I slowly undressed her, sliding off her salwar and leggings. Her fair skin, as pale as milk, glowed in the dim light. She wore a maroon net bra and matching panties, and my eyes were locked on her beautiful breasts. I began kissing her neck and shoulders, savouring the softness of her skin.
I couldn’t wait any longer—I unhooked her bra and pushed her back onto the bed, immediately taking one of her dark brown nipples into my mouth. She moaned sweetly, and I relished every sound she made. While I sucked on one breast, I gently caressed the other with my hand.
After ten minutes of teasing her breasts, I pulled off my shirt and lay down beside her. She sat up, her eyes full of desire, and started kissing my chest and neck. Then, with a teasing grin, she removed my jeans and underwear, giving me a playful look. “You have a big dick,” she said, her voice filled with lust.
She began sucking my dick like a pro, her tongue swirling around the head before she licked my balls. I watched her, lost in her lust-filled eyes, as she continued pleasuring me. I murmured, “Your husband is a lucky man.” She looked up and replied with a wicked smile, “Now the luck has fallen upon you.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I got up and laid her back down on the bed. I took her legs in my hands, spreading them apart. I started kissing her navel, then moved down to her thighs, edging closer to her pussy.
As I kissed her navel, I slowly slid off her maroon panties, revealing her perfectly shaved, wet, and juicy pussy. The skin around it was as white as milk. I put my tongue on her pussy lips, savouring the warmth of her fluids as she moaned softly. I began licking her slowly, teasing her with every stroke.
As I increased the pace, her moans grew louder. She placed her hands on my head, clearly enjoying the attention. I licked her pussy with the hunger of a thirsty man, and within minutes, she was quivering with pleasure, and her pussy secreted the juices.
“Please stop, Abhishek. I can’t bear it anymore,” she gasped.
But before I finished, I ran my tongue from her pussy all the way to her asshole, gently teasing it as well.
She pleaded, “Please, Abhishek, fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.”
I positioned myself between her legs, placing my dick at the entrance of her pussy, and slowly pushed inside.
“Ah,” she moaned, her voice filled with both pleasure.
I was in heaven, finally fucking the woman I had been dreaming about for so long. I lay on top of her, my dick moving rhythmically inside her as we kissed deeply. I began thrusting harder, and with each thrust, she moaned louder.
As I picked up speed, the intensity grew. I fucked her like an animal, both of us breathless and overwhelmed by the passion of the moment. The bedroom was alive with her sweet moans and my deep groans.
Feeling the climax building, I told her I was about to cum.
She whispered urgently, “Cum inside me, I’ll take the pill.”
And with a few final hard and slow thrusts, I released my hot load deep inside her. We both lay there, catching our breath and feeling relieved, my dick still inside her.
After a few minutes, she whispered, “I’ve been craving this for so long, Abhishek. My husband never makes love to me like this. Thank you so much.”
We discussed how we’d keep this secret and agreed to fuck each other whenever we got the chance.
I got dressed and left her flat at 3 AM, feeling satisfied.
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