This is a great story about my erotic affair with my married neighbor.
It was mid-2022. It had been 6 months since Deepa, her husband, and her 6-year-old daughter moved opposite my house into the 1st floor 2 BHK outhouse.
Deepa was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was pretty and young. She had the curves that any man would want. She was fair and had curly hair, pink lips, and bright eyes. The perfect woman I would ever desire.
I didn’t have the courage to speak to her in the beginning. Even her family kept to themselves and didn’t speak much to other people. All I ever did was stalk her and simp.
One fine day, I was coming home from college. I parked the car and was getting down. That’s when I saw she was trying to move some heavy stuff to her house on the first floor as she had been grocery shopping. I genuinely offered her my help.
At first, she refused, but then on insisting, she agreed. So, I helped her carry stuff to her house. Then she invited me in for a coffee, I was initially reluctant, but upon her insisting, I agreed. She was wearing white leggings and a blue kurti. She never used to wear a dupatta.
She was a legit goddess for a guy like me who is into feet and pits. Beautiful feet, long nails with silver toerings, and anklets. I just wanted them all over my face. Her dress was soaked in her sweat at her pits.
She made me some coffee, and we had a little chat. I asked about her work and family. She was a part-time financial advisor to a start-up. She was into stock trading. So, she mostly worked from home. Her husband worked in an IT company, and her daughter was in primary school.
She then asked about myself and my family. I was in 4th year of engineering. But I hardly went to college because I was busy with our family business. I was well built, too, with an athletic body. I told her that I am very good at what I do.
So if she has any problem regarding her computer, she could ask me for my help anytime. She smiled and said yes. A few days passed, and we used to wave at each other if we crossed paths. But one fine afternoon, the doorbell rang while I was sleeping.
It was only my grandmother and me in my home. I continued sleeping so that my grandmother would attend the door. In a few seconds, she called me and said that there was someone to see me. I went down to look at who it was. To my surprise, it was Deepa.
She said she needed my urgent help. It seemed her computer had crashed, and she was in the middle of a trade. She might have incurred a loss if she couldn’t finish the trade. So she told me she didn’t know who to approach other than me.
I agreed and went to her home and did some system checks. It took a while, but I was able to fix her computer. During this while, Deepa made me sit on her chair, and she was leaning beside me and looking at what I did. That day she was wearing a red sleeveless kurti with black leggings. As usual, no dupatta on.
When she was leaning beside me, I had a clear view into her deep valley cleavage where her big melons rested. It was turning me on. Upon that, the sweat from her pits too. But then, she once caught me looking at her cleavage. It became a bit awkward.
She made her dress proper, and it was very embarrassing. I just continued doing my work, and I finished it. She asked me to sit beside her while she finished her trades. I sat beside and looked at the holy goddess the whole while. I think even she had had enough.
She turned towards me and jokingly said, “If you’d stop staring at me, I can finish my work faster.” That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life. I apologized and stopped looking at her. She took some time and finished her work.
She then asked me to sit in the living room while she made some coffee for me. We had a casual talk for some time. It also turned out that her parents married her as soon as her degree was over. So she was just 8 years older than me. The longer I stayed, made me hornier looking at the goddess, so I chose to leave.
While leaving, she asked me for my mobile number so that if she had any issues in the future, she could call me. I gave her my number. I didn’t ask for her number because I was already embarrassed enough. I rushed home and jerked off, imagining her.
That evening, I received a Whatsapp text expressing her gratitude for what I had done that day. I said it was nothing and there was no need to thank me. I was extremely happy that day for obvious reasons. I continued texting by asking what she was doing.
She said she was cooking dinner for her husband, and he was late as usual. I felt so envious of her husband that day. I wouldn’t even leave my home if Deepa was my wife.
A few days passed by, and we continued texting here and there. I was being very flirty, but she didn’t stop me from being flirty either. I had given her a nickname, “Goddess.” I would address her the same way. I appreciated how gorgeous she looked.
At that point, it had become obvious that Deepa knew that I had a huge crush on her. One evening, I was bored at home and decided to go for a walk. I went outside and saw that Deepa was parking her scooter and she had just arrived from the gym.
She looked smoking hot in her ankle-length leggings. She was sweaty all over. We spoke for a few seconds. I asked her how her workout was today. The conversation was quite awkward because we were being very flirty in texts. But we had to be very formal outside. So I decided to leave.
But Deepa called me over for a coffee. She said that her daughter was at her sister’s place. Her husband would be coming home late that night, so that she would be bored anyway. I then agreed.
We went upstairs, and she asked me to make myself home and made me sit down on the couch. She removed her jacket. Holy goodness, she was wearing a tank top without a bra. Her nipples were protruding, and her deep cleavage was visible. She was sweating heavily all over.
It turned me on instantly. I had a huge boner. She then went to her kitchen to prepare coffee. She turned on the stove and kept the milk to boil. I followed her to the kitchen. Standing beside her, I said, “Seems you’ve had a great workout. You are sweating a lot.”
She smiled and said, “Yeah, it was pretty hard. I also have to maintain my shape.” I said she was already perfect and there was no need to maintain it. She hit me seductively. There was a towel lying beside it. I took the towel and dried the sweat on her face.
She didn’t resist. I took down the towel to her neck. She closed her eyes. She was getting horny. She opened her eyes, and I was right in front of her. We were looking at each other, eye to eye. This was my opportunity, I went closer, and she closed in too.
I locked my lips with Deepa’s lips, and we started kissing. We kissed passionately. Our lips danced, and hot saliva flowed into each other’s mouths. Deepa turned off the stove, looked me in the eye with lust, and jumped on me. I carried her and kissed her with intimacy.
She whispered into my ears, “Take your goddess to the bedroom.” The way she said that aroused me, good heavens. I carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. She took off her top and called me towards her with her fingers. I can never forget the view in front of me.
The big white melons and the brown nipples are all open and ready to be eaten by me. She knew exactly how to be a naughty slut. I jumped on her desperately. I held on to her boobs and massaged them. She left soft moans. She was having fun. I kissed and licked her neck.
She was getting hornier. She held the bedsheets tightly while I licked her nipples round and round. I was having the best time of my life. I wanted to multitask. I started kissing her again, caressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy on the leggings.
With the other hand, I looked into her eye while I rubbed her pussy. Then she whispered to my ears, “Don’t you want to clean the sweat off your goddess’s armpits and feet?” I was taken by surprise. I asked her how she knew about my fetish.
She said that women could easily identify what a man wants. Then she smirked and said, “Do you want to waste time asking questions or get some real work done?” This is all I was waiting for. She put my head beneath her arms. It was fully shaved and clean.
I smelled them for all I wanted and licked them as much as possible. No wonder she was getting wet under there. It was time for her feet. I went down and put those feet on my face, and she went along and rubbed the feet on my face. I swear I had never been that aroused ever in my life.
Then I licked her sole until I was satisfied. I then sucked all her toes one by one. Deepa enjoyed every bit of it. She then got up and said, “You don’t get to have all the fun.” I removed my pants. My boner was so big that there was a huge bulge on my underwear too.
She then pressed that bulge with her feet a few times. She was making me so horny that I could cum at any moment. She then removed my undies. My huge dick popped out. She was in awe. Mine was the only dick she had seen other than her husband’s. She said it was much larger than her husband’s. Her soft hands touched my dick for the first time. It legit felt like heaven.
She started stroking my dick, slowly looking into my eye with a hint of mischief. Deepa started stroking my cock harder and harder. I was about to burst. But the story had just begun, so I had to control myself. So, I got up and pushed her back on the bed.
She enjoyed hardcore sex. I got down and pulled out her leggings. All the juices were sticking to her leggings. I put my head down and sucked all her juices through her blue panties. She was moaning harder with every suck. I removed her panties. It was such a blissful moment.
A desi pussy with unshaved pubic hair, all wet and ready to get pounded hard. I put my mouth in there and licked her clit. She ran her hands through my hair and crossed her legs on me with pleasure. She even had an orgasm once with all the licking I was doing.
It seemed like she hadn’t been fucked this well for a while. I stood up on my knees. I dragged her towards me with her legs. She let a soft moan and bit her lips. She was indeed a very naughty woman. I played around her pussy with my big hard cock. She hit me on my thighs and asked me not to tease her.
I slowly put my cock inside her wet dripping pussy. Her pussy was so tight, as though she was a virgin. She let out a loud moan. She grabbed the bed sheet tightly. She whispered to herself, “I have never felt such a strong meat in me, ever!”
I slowly increased my speed. My cock was throbbing in her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment I hit her spot. We both were undoubtedly having the best time of our lives. She lifted her one leg, put it on my face, and rubbed it all over.
It was so arousing. I put that nice little foot into my mouth and sucked them while pounding her hard. I was a bit tired from all the pounding. Then Deepa noticed that. She asked me to stop and asked me to lie down on the bed. I did so, and then she sat on my thighs, rubbing my cock on her pussy.
That made me so desperate. Then she says, “Now you know how teasing feels.” Oh my god, she was probably the naughtiest woman I had ever met. Then she took my cock deep in her pussy and rode on it. The view I had was heavenly. The holy goddess herself, naked in front of me, riding my cock.
Her thick white melons bounced around while she moaned with every stroke. I had reached a point when I could no longer hold my load. I told her that I was about to cum.
She said, “Oh, yeah?” and started riding me faster. I was done controlling. I left all my load in her pussy with all pleasure. Then she lay on me with her boobs pressing my chest and kissed me with love. She said that her husband would not even last for a handjob. So this was the best sex she had had in her life.
All of a sudden, I realized that I was not wearing a condom! I exclaimed that we had no protection. But she said it’s fine, and she likes it raw too. Then she got up. Even I did too. She wore nothing but a nightgown and nothing inside.
I put on my clothes. And she asked me to sit in the living room. Deepa finally made some coffee. We sat and talked for a while. She complained that her husband does not give her any importance and is always busy with work.
I consoled her by saying I was there for her, no matter what. It was already late, and it wouldn’t be nice if I stayed longer. So, I just stood up and told her that I was leaving. She okayed.
While leaving, she said she would text me now and then and smirked. I said it was my pleasure, smiled, and left.
To be continued.