Even today, I am thinking about how a single call led Dipti and me to spend erotic and sensual moments. This is the first part of the chronicles.
It was a warm evening. My wife had been out with her friends for a couple of days. After a long day and a good shower, I settled down in front of the TV to watch some good movies on Netflix.
I poured myself some whiskey and made some French fries. After some searches, I zeroed down to watch a rom-com. I put my phone next to me, took a sip of whiskey, and my phone rang.
“That must be my wife,” I thought, but it was not. I received the call and greeted “Hi, Nikhil here, who is this?”
A female voice, sounding a little confused, responded, “This is Dipti. I am trying to reach Priya. Unless you’re her lover (she doesn’t hide anything from me) or have stolen her phone, I might have dialled the wrong number.”
This took me by surprise. I explained to her and, thankfully, sorted out the confusion since she had dialled the wrong number. She apologized, and while she was about to hang up, I asked, “I hope everything is OK with Priya.”
“Oh yeah! It had been a while since I had spoken to her and dialled her number. Since I had changed my phone, the contacts had not synced. I had to dial her number manually but ended up calling you,” Dipti said.
She surprised me when she said, “Not very often, I get to hear with such a good voice. I like men with such voice.” I laughed and said, “Nobody has said to me. Looks like this might be one of your special desires, and you may want to make it come true.”
I thought she was angry and hung up. An hour later, I got a call from the same number. With some courage, I received the call. Dipti said, “Took a while for you to receive my call, Nikhil. I have always wanted some of my special desires to be fulfilled.”
“Special desires, love to hear those. BTW, how did you get to know my name?” I asked her.
“You need to thank Truecaller. I had it installed to ensure I am not calling yet another wrong number,” she replied.
“I thought you were angry for my statement, and you hung up, but I was wrong. But now it looks like you do want your desire to come true,” I said to Dipti.
She took a deep breath, apologized and explained the situation. She asked me to forgive her since she didn’t want me to think that she was a sex-crazy maniac.
“Don’t worry, Dipti. I will be happy to make your special desire come true whenever you want,” I casually said.
She was like, “What?” and there were a few seconds of silence. I thought she would be hanging up the call again, but I was wrong. Instead, she asked about me.
Introducing us,
I am Nikhil from Bangalore, 39, working as a Consultant for an IT firm. I have been married for a few years. My wife and I had agreed before getting married not to have kids. A passionate wildlife photographer, I love to go on long drives.
Dipti is from Delhi, 39, working in the Banking sector. She is married with 2 kids.
“Your friend Priya is from Bangalore?” I asked her.
“Mumbai,” she replied.
“How does Dipti look?” I bravely asked.
“She has long black silky hairs, till waist; brown eyes and fair in complexion; standing 5.2; contagious smile,” she burst out laughing saying this.
“I am scared now. I hope your contagious smile will not harm me,” I whispered and continued, “Delhi and Bangalore are way too far to make your desires come true.”
She seductively said, “It’s just 3 hours of flight, smarty. Once in Delhi, it’s just 30 to 40 minutes’ drive to home.”
“You’re inviting me. That’s brave. It’s pretty much the same distance for me in Bangalore from the airport,” I replied and giggled.
We were still in the anonymous zone, and we are bravely inviting each other. I never thought of doing something like this. But it was fun. Besides, the chances of whatever we were talking about happening in actuality were slim.
Considering how our conversations happened, we were getting more and more comfortable with each other.
“With our spouse not around, Delhi and Bangalore should have been much closer, maybe roughly about an hour’s drive,” I said.
“That can happen anytime once we are ready to take off. I may land in Bangalore, give you a phone call, and ask you to meet. You might do the same,” she said.
I was like, “Dipti, you have stolen the words from my mouth. You thief.”
“I may have to keep stealing more and more then, Niks,” she said with a smile.
Our talks continued for some more time till her husband was home. We saved each other’s number with the curiosity to see each other’s pictures. I looked at her DP, and she was beautiful.
It was almost 11.30 pm. I had completed watching my movie and had a couple more pegs of whiskey, thinking, all these things are really happening? I have never spoken with anybody like this. But it did feel nice. I tried to get some sleep but couldn’t.
“Thinking about our conversations, looking at your picture, I am aroused, Nikhil,” I saw this message from her on WhatsApp at around 1 am.
I never expected this to come so soon. Seconds later, I received another message from her, “I am actually thinking of doing this with you.”
Another one after a few seconds, “I have been a devoted wife, sexually satisfied, happy family and was never really a flirt. Now, I am a little naughty with a total stranger who is miles away. I am not sure how I am sharing these desires to talk to you. I decided, let me go with it. What was the harm?”
“I am speechless.” These are the exact words I typed and sent to her. I guess she was anticipating a much better response. I added, “Don’t be naughty and keep your fingers off the desirable place.”
“Wow! How did you know that? You have no idea. You have a great imagination,” she responded, along with a pic (biting her bottom lip).
“Ummm. I would love to catch a glimpse of the naughty zone.” I sent the text and thought I had the audacity to ask this.
“Yes, you would. But not today,” she replied. She was still typing, and there was her text, “Or you may get the glimpse today. You never know.”
Her next message read, “Looks your hand is naughty naughty. You are taking a long time to respond.”
“Reading this message of yours has made my hand naughty,” I replied.
Nikhil: I was thinking, more than my hand, I am imagining your hand stroking while we are on the bed.
Dipti: I am imagining you caressing the inside of my thighs, making me love the feeling and juice dripping. I am playing with my breasts and dragging your head to come near to my vagina.
Nikhil: You need to feel how hard it is. I want to put my hard one somewhere in you. You do need it, don’t you?
Dipti: Ohhhh, I can feel your tongue on my pussy. Your lips are kissing my pussy lips. I am moaning. Go deeper, Nik.
Nikhil: I spread your legs wide to ease myself into your soft tissues, bring my tongue to your clit, lick it crazy.
Dipti: Ah. I need this more and more, Nik. It feels so good. I need your cock inside.
Nikhil: I am still licking your clit. Ignoring what you say.
Dipti: I push you. Jump on you. Position my pussy on your hard cock. Start riding on you.
Nikhil: I squeeze your breasts. Pull you closer. Kiss your lips passionately.
Dipti: I am riding after a long time. I want to be fucked in all my holes. I am at my peak. Showering my juices on your cock.
Nikhil: I position in doggy and start pounding. Spanking your ass.
After this I was expecting messages from her, but it took 15 minutes for her to reply.
Dipti: I was fucking horny. I dropped the phone and orgasmed to the core. One of the best orgasms I have ever had.
Nikhil: I thought you had slept off or didn’t want to talk to me again. There you are, leaving me high and dry, and you orgasmed. Unbelievable.
I was surprised when she called me at that time. I asked about her husband, but he was out with his friends. I was like, we could have called and talked and done these things. Could have had cum together.
Dipti: One of my desires, which I just got fulfilled by you, Nik. I felt like I was in my orgasmic paradise.
While I was about to say something, she disconnected the call. I was irritated. But this irritation lasted a few seconds only since I got a video call from her on WhatsApp.
There she was, naked, showing juices and seductively asking, “Jack off, Nik. I want to see you cum.”
She started talking more and more seductively, and after a few minutes, I came hard.
Dipti: I want to suck that cum of yours, Nik.
Nikhil: Do it. I would love you to do that.
Dipti: I would want to meet you soon, Nik.
Nikhil: I will be visiting Gurgaon in the last week of January 2024. We shall meet then. Coming there to attend a marriage. But looks like suhagraat is ours.
We started laughing at this.
And that’s how it began – the accidental connection between two strangers. We were talking on a video call, completely naked, still horny, and craving for each other even at this point.
Dipti: I will be surprising you first, then. I might be coming to Bangalore during 3rd week of January. Waiting for the dates to be confirmed.
Nikhil: I hope you’ll not be on any dates during the dates you plan to visit Bangalore. I can pick you up from the airport.
Dipti: We will talk about it once my plans are concrete.
We kept on talking and discovered that we had a lot in common: soothing music, a penchant for late-night conversations, and leading a passionate but adventurous life.
The following night, after a particularly stressful day at work, Dipti, over the video call, confessed, “Nikhil, I feel like I’m drowning in this city. It’s so different from hometown.”
In my soothing voice, “You’re not alone, Dipti. We all get lost sometimes. But maybe, just maybe, you’re exactly where you need to be.”
Dipti blinked. “Why do you say that?”
“Because sometimes wrong numbers lead to the right people,” I replied.
Dipti and I decided to meet in person. We chose a cafe near Connaught Place whenever we are meeting.
I was supposed to travel to Delhi to attend a family function. I decided to go a day in advance on the pretext of a business meeting. I wanted to surprise her about my early visit. Throughout the travel, I wondered if this was a mistake.
I decided, let’s go and see what happens if I get to meet her, well and fine. Else, wine and dine. I landed in Delhi, checked-in to the hotel and called Dipti. She answered after a couple of rings.
“Where are you Dips? Can I come to see you?” I asked.
“Come see me! Where the hell are you, Niks?” she asked.
“Remember, during our initial talks, I had said I will be surprising you. Here I am,” I replied.
She: I do not believe you, Niks. You’re teasing me. I have known you much better now.
Me: OK. I disconnected the call. Calling you from the land phone. There, you will be getting to know for sure.
Saying this, I disconnected the call and called her from the land phone. This time, she received in one ring.
She: I do not believe you’re in Delhi. But you were supposed to visit here after 2 days.
I told her it was my way to surprise her and checked if she was ready to meet me and spend 2 days with me. She was there at her friend’s place and asked for half an hour time to check if she could make it. That half hour felt like a long, long time for me.
I was relieved when she said we could meet in about 2 hours at a cafe nearby to CP (the same cafe which we had decided earlier). I rested for some time and got refreshed, felt good and headed to the cafe to meet Dipti. It took 30 minutes for me to reach there and another 10 minutes of waiting for her to arrive.
There she was, Dipti, mother of 2 kids, a banker by profession, hairs let loose, dressed elegantly, a hint of stubble, and eyes that held galaxies within. We smiled at each other, and our nervousness melted away. We talked for a while, sipping lattes and sharing memories.
It felt like we had known each other forever.
I took her hand and said, “You know, Dipti, sometimes wrong turns lead to the most beautiful destinations.”
She leaned against me and felt the warmth of my touch. “Maybe this was never a wrong number, Nikhil.”
And so began our chronicles of a wrong phone call – a love story that bloomed from a mistaken call.
I hope, my dear readers, you enjoyed the first part of the chronicles. If you’d like to share your thoughts or discuss anything further, feel free to reach out via email at [email protected]. I’m always here to add a touch of spice and delight in every manner.
Next Part: The Chronicles of A Wrong Phone – Part 2