I work for my boss Mr Nair, who owns multiple properties inside and outside Bangalore City.
He has two children. The daughter was the youngest and in 3rd year of MBBS. She was 21. His son worked in Germany and married a North Indian girl. Recently, Mr & Mrs Nair moved to Germany along with their son permanently.
My boss was planning to gift 8G & 8H to his children. But since his son moved to Germany, Jr Nair asked me to take care of the flat.
I have been working for my boss for the past 5 years. I handle all the accounts for my boss and am very loyal to him. We are more like a family. Both Jr Nairs did their schooling and college at top Indian institutes. So they happened to stay away from their parents.
Since his son moved to Germany, I’m using 8-G and 8-H, which were sold to a couple. My boss initially thought of selling both flats. But Mrs Nair asked him not to sell this particular flat. She has personally picked the interiors and spent a lot of time selecting the items.
She started designing the flat, paint, wardrobe design and kitchen area along with me. Since it was the wedding gift for her son, she wanted it to be a sweet memory. Needless to say, Mrs Nair was a PhD holder and had vast knowledge of everything. She limited herself after becoming a housewife.
It’s true. Mrs Nair spent a lot of days designing the flat along with me. (That’s when we became more intimate, but that story is for another time.) When Mr Nair decided to sell the flat, Mrs Nair didn’t agree. It’s her 1st work, and she has a lot of memories attached to it.
Haha, we have fucked in every corner of the house and had fucked her doggy style in the hall and bedroom. She convinced her husband, saying that they would need a flat. If they visit Bangalore, they can’t stay in a hotel. Plus, Mrs Nair wanted to gift the flat as I’m her secret lover.
I took care of her pussy much better than her husband. The fucking bastard doesn’t know the horny side of his wife. Maybe he was bored with his wife and screwing the young pussies. He took her for granted, so I found this sex machine.
And every time Mr Nair says he will go on a business trip, I know where he goes. Here I will be screwing the pussy of my madam. I have asked many times if Mrs Nair is willing to try BDSM. She’s perfect in bed but not interested in BDSM.
I don’t know why my boss doesn’t care much about his wife. It’s good, as I screwed the 48-year-old Mrs Nair for the past two years. She was so good at riding on top of me. Even at this age, any man would die for her ass.
Coming back to the real story:
8H was sold to a young couple. I mostly work 15 hours daily and come home to rest and refresh. I often used to sleep in my office in the boss’s cabin.
On Friday nights, my boss would go to the pub to play poker. He used to bang some young white girl about his daughter’s age. His son and daughter-in-law would go to a movie and dinner. So every week I get 5 hours to spend with Mrs Nair. We used to do video calls, and she was such a squirter.
On that particular day, they all left around 5 p.m., 9.30 IST. We had phone sex for 90 minutes. She said she would be coming to India soon as she missed my dick a lot. She tried to sleep with her husband once. But her husband doesn’t last even 10 minutes, and she needs a young dick.
I said, “Even I love to suck your tits and lick your pussy.” For those who don’t know, Mr&Mrs Nair has been married for the last 28 years. Since they moved to Germany, she used to sleep alone as they had a 3-bedroom apartment.
One for their Jr.Nair, one for Mr Nair, and another for Mrs Nair. She took a separate room just for me so we could have a lot of sex chat and muted video calls.
Sorry, back to the story. After 90 minutes, it was around 11 p.m. I wanted to have something to drink and eat something light. I saw a few eggs in the tray and Tropicana orange juice.
I made an omelette, and I heard some muffled noise. The kitchen of my flat is just beside her master bedroom, with a thin wall between us. I heard her moaning a little more. She was saying, “Mishra, when will you return? I need your meat in my pussy, and the dildo doesn’t satisfy me.”
I could not understand what her husband said on the other end of the call. Her moaning was making me go crazy. Indeed, for the past year, I didn’t know who my neighbour was. I’d never seen her.
I never interacted with anyone from the apartment except the security guard and the maid, who came to broom and mop my flat twice a week.
Her moaning was continuously running through my mind. I want to know who it was. I want to see her. I waited until morning when, around 9 in the morning, a maid came to my home to mop the floor. I asked the maid if she had had breakfast.
“No, sir, not yet,” she replied.
I gave her juice. She was reluctant, but she took the juice. She said, “Thank you, sir.”
While she was mopping the floor, I asked her about the neighbour. The maid said the neighbour works for a big company and is in a high position. She has a 2-year-old daughter. Her husband works as a pilot, and he comes once a month. They were both childhood lovers, and they got married.
I asked how she manages the kid alone. My maid told me Greeshma madam’s parents were with her. But their parents have taken the kid with them for a month since they visited their native place. Even they wanted to give some rest to Greeshma madam.
I jokingly told her, “Even the FBI won’t know this much detail, and she knows everything about everyone.”
“Don’t forget I’m the maid, sir,” she said laughingly.
She has long hair. Most of the young boys used to see her when she crossed the apartment, but she never turned and saw anyone.
Me: Oh!
She: Just wanted to tell you, sir.
Before leaving, she said, “Greeshma madam loves flowers and dark chocolates.”
I ask my maid, “Why are you saying this to me?”
“General knowledge is good to know,” she said with a grin.
I went out and returned to my flat around 12. At that time, I kept a bunch of roses and a bar of Bogatchi 99.99% Dark Handcrafted Chocolate, one of the best dark chocolates.
I pressed the doorbell and ran into my apartment. Not sure what her reaction was. I was afraid and excited to see how she would take it. Again, around 8 p.m., I kept the Lovely Orchids and White Roses bouquet with Bournville, with a note ‘An admirer, not creepy.’
Casually, I went out at 9. I saw a small sticky note and a gift box with a note on the cover. It was written, ‘To a secret admirer.’ I took the pack to my apartment and opened it. It was a piece of red velvet cake, and I opened the note.
It read, “I’m not sure who the secret admirer was. I thought the roses were misplaced, and Bogatchi isn’t available in Bangalore. It’s one of my favourite chocolates. Hopefully, you aren’t a psycho, Mr Secret Admirer. How do you know I love orchids? Do we know each other personally?” with two winking smileys
I was smiling with joy while reading it. I was in the kitchen, expecting to hear something else today. I had breakfast around 10 and heard her talking on a video call. I’m not sure how long she was talking. But I could hear it once she entered the room.
I could hear the conversation between the couple. I guess she kept the phone near the wall, and it was on speaker.
He: Do you remember the last time you gave me a blowjob in the jeep. I miss those days.
She said, “Yes, I loved it. But do you know which was the best making-love session between us?”
He said, “Yes, it’s in Himachal Pradesh. We had made love on the runway track in training camp, and it was new year’s eve.”
She: Yeah, how could I forget that night? The day you entered my ass. It was so painful in the beginning.
He: Yeah, you are so mean. You never let me touch your face or body.
She said, “I told you I’m not okay with it since our school days, and you are still behind it.”
He: But…
She: No buts. I agreed to give you a blowjob. Even you know that I’m not into it. Still, I do it.
He: Yes, and my wife sucks me good. You remember, during college, I jokingly told you not to wear panties to class. You removed the panty after coming to class and handed them to me?
She said, “I still remember seeing your face that day; you were so happy, like a kid who got candy. You took it and ran to the washroom.”
He said, “I miss the lab classes.”
She: You fucker, you said you want to touch my thighs and feel it. I allowed you, and slowly you moved to my panties, fingered me and even licked my pussy.
He: You could have stopped me, right?
She: Will any fucking bitch stop in mid of pleasure?
He: Was I good?
She: Yes, you made me enjoy my 1st orgasm. Lol, and remember the terrace?
He: Lol, we used to go there, skipping out classes and enjoying sweet kisses.
She said, “Yeah, just because you asked me to skip, I skipped my classes and my periods too.”
He said, “Lol, that was fucking crazy RT; not sure how we missed protection.”
She said, “I just asked you to lick my pussy, like always. But that day, you started fucking me, and I couldn’t stop it.”
He said, “Lol, it was our 1st time, and how would I know you’ll become pregnant in your 1st time? Good thing we got aborted.”
She said, “You bastard, show me your meat. I’m missing it.” Do not fuck any air hostesses or co-pilots. If I learn anything like that, our marriage will end.
He said, “Why would I do something stupid, baby? You’re on the video call every weekend, and we are having a good time.”
She: Wait here, baby. I’ll be back.
After two minutes,
He said, “Babe, you look damn hot in red lingerie. Babe, what’s that in your hand?”
I guess she unwrapped the dark chocolate.
He said, “Baby, you know to tempt me well.” I wish the dark chocolate you are licking were my dark meat.
She: Show me your meat. Let me suck it, and I’ll lick it with my tongue.
I thought for a while, took a pen, and wrote. “Dear, this stranger isn’t a harmful one. Thanks; you loved the chocolates. I don’t have any chocolate or flowers now. Hopefully, next time someone will buy you something you love. Does this stranger get something in return?” with wink emoji.
I opened my door and saw that no one was there. I slowly tiptoed the note inside her flat through the gap in her door. I pressed the doorbell and ran into my flat. I knew she wouldn’t open the door as she was in her lingerie.
I ran and came to the kitchen. She told her husband, “I’m not sure who came at this time.” Let me check, and I’ll return. If you don’t go like this, the person who sees you will get a heart attack from shock.”
She said, “Shut up, moron; this show is only for you.”
He: Baby, wear the long blue robe.
After two minutes, I heard her talking. She said, “These kids have become too naughty and have a little headache. They press the doorbell anytime.” I should complain to the association.
He: Ignore yaar. They’re small kids. They are like this: My wife is not just hot; she’s so cute. They love you.
“Does that mean you are encouraging them, and I should not do anything?”
He: Yes, Babe. Where’s your dildo? Let’s start.
She: Baby, I wish you were here.
“I would love to fuck you hard. with a dildo stuck in your ass.”
She said, “Shut up, bastard. I can’t take it. Don’t even imagine double penetration. I’ll die.”
He: Baby, squeeze your tits. I want to see it. I miss sucking your nipples.
Though I haven’t seen her, it’s bound to get horny listening to their erotic chat. But I liked the way she was playing with words. Guess they were shagging, and after 20 minutes, I guess they were done for the day. They both wished good night to each other and said, “I love you.”
I was expecting she would write to me now. After an hour, I went to her door. There was another box with a note that said, “Read this first.”
I went to my room in a hurry, and I opened the note. It read:
“Dear secret admirer, you know very well that I’m married. So why do you need to be my friend or send gifts? If you’re daring enough, wait 3 days, and I shall decide whether to meet you.”
I opened the box; there was a picture of her family, and behind that, it was written, “Do not forget I’m married.”
Me: 3 days. Oops, that’s too much.
I wrote my telegram, kept it under her door, pressed the doorbell, and ran away. I was waiting for her message. There was no response. I wasn’t sure if she slept or didn’t want to text. I slept around 3 a.m. The next morning, once I woke up, I saw no message. I was disappointed.
I know I should be careful on Sunday, as most people in the apartment will be home. I went to the market and bought an orange lily bouquet, Rage dark chocolates, and Carlton London perfume.
Kept them near her doorstep around 3 p.m. I went out to check for any notes, but nothing was there. Again at 5, I saw nothing was there. In evening 6, I returned from the shower. I got a message. I ignored it and was getting ready to leave.
While leaving, I took my mobile phone from charging and saw a notification from “G.” I was shocked and upset for not noticing the message earlier.
The message read, “Hi, Crazy Stranger! I have done a few crazy things in life, and texting you today is one of them. Lol. I like your taste in flowers, chocolate, and perfume. But I’m still unsure if it’s an accident or you know me. I don’t know your name, age, appearance, or what you do.”
“And I don’t fucking care about it, Mr Romantic Stranger. I’m Gresham, age 27; my daughter is 2, and my husband is a pilot. I live alone, but that doesn’t mean anyone can try me. LOL, I hope you aren’t married and cheating on your wife. Do you like that your wife cheats on you? Would you like her to be thinking about a stranger when she’s intimate with her husband? You won’t like it at all. Same way, I’m not saying you are bad. But it’s better if we don’t text any further. Miss you, sweet stranger.”
“PS: Sorry for encouraging you before. I shouldn’t have done it. Sorry if I hurt you; if we stay away, it’s better for both. Goodbye, stranger. Thanks for the flowers and your kind gesture. Blocking you.”
*SHE BLOCKED ME*
To be continued.
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