Hello all, I’m Vikarn back with another story. Thank you, XIS, for publishing it, and thank you, all the readers, for your feedback on my previous stories. You can continue sharing your feedback at [email protected].
Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The sound of rain tapping against my window woke me up early this Saturday morning. And I knew it wasn’t going to stop raining anytime soon. What better way to spend a rainy Saturday than lounging around in your pyjamas? That’s what I decided to do.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and headed back upstairs to the bedroom, only to find my wife Anjali gone. Usually, she sleeps till noon on weekends if she has nothing planned, but today, she was already out.
She must be going somewhere with her friends. I thought. I reached for the TV remote to catch up on some cricket scores.
Let me tell you about ourselves first. We married 2 years back and decided not to have babies for at least 3 years. Our life was going well. Everything was perfect, including the sex. I’m 28 years old, and my wife Anjali is 27. We were college lovers, and our parents were happy about our marriage, too.
We lived in an apartment, which my dad gifted as a wedding gift. The society was good, and the neighbours were good too. Anjali settled in quickly and made some friends, too.
It had been a long week at work. I needed something mindless to watch while I got ready for my weekend chores. I had just settled into watching an old match replay when the doorbell rang. At first, I didn’t want to answer.
I figured that it must have been a salesperson or another neighbour asking for help moving furniture, but the bell rang again. I sighed and put down the remote before heading downstairs to answer the door. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see one of our neighbours standing there.
“Hi, Kris.” She greeted me politely. “Good morning,” I replied in return. “Is Anjali home?” She asked me. “No, she’s not here right now,” I told her. “Is everything alright?” I inquired further. “Yes, everything is fine. I need to talk to her about something important,” she said.
“Oh, okay,” I said, wondering why she wanted to speak to Anjali alone. “I’ll tell her you stopped by.”
“Thank you, Kris. You’re such a nice man,” she said with a smile. As I closed the door behind her, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in her grey T-shirt and jeans.
She always kept herself well-groomed, unlike other women who took their good looks for granted. It was clear that her beauty came naturally from within, not from makeup or clothing choices. Before moving further, let me introduce her.
Her name is Nidhi Gupta, and we have been neighbours for more than 2 years now. She stays on the ground floor of the same apartment complex where we stay. We hardly see each other as she works from home most time. But she is good friends with Anjali.
Nidhi was the first woman, whom I first noticed when we moved her. She somewhat looked like my maths teacher in school, whom I had a crush on. As soon as I saw her, I started liking her and always tried to take a peek at her whenever she was outside. But I never had enough guts to approach her.
She is slightly taller than Anjali and has curly brown hair which reaches halfway through her shoulders. She is in her late 30s and Anjali treats her as an elder sister. I don’t know much about her personal life except that she is married and has a 14-year-old son.
After closing the door, I went upstairs to continue watching my show. Before turning the TV back on, I called Anjali to inform her. But she didn’t answer the call, so I left a message and continued with my match. Halfway through the third inning, my phone buzzed.
It was an incoming text message from Anjali saying she would be home by late evening. She was stuck with some important work. So, I replied, “Okay, love, just be safe and come back soon.” I went to the kitchen to bring my breakfast, and with that, I continued watching my match.
Hardly it was an hour when I heard the knock again. I was too lazy to get up and open the door, still went downstairs and found Nidhi again.
This time, she seemed a bit nervous. “Nidhi!” I said, greeting her. “Hi! What happened? Are you alright? ”
“Hi, I hope I am not bothering you… actually…” she replied. “No bother, come inside, please,” I invited her in.
She entered and sat on the sofa. I could sense that something was wrong. “What is the matter, Nidhi? Please tell me.” I asked. “I tried calling Anjali, but she is not answering my calls. I wanted to speak to her about something.” She said.
“I know Nidhi, even I tried, but she seems to be busy, so I dropped her a message. She will be coming back by night. Tell me if I can help you with something.” I offered, genuinely concerned about her wellbeing.
She thanked me profusely for offering assistance. Then, after thinking for a few seconds, she finally opened up.
“It’s about my husband, Rahul. He cheated on me last year, and now he wants to divorce me. He says he doesn’t want to live with me anymore because he met someone else. Now, they both want to remarry. Anjali knows about this. That’s why I was looking for her.”
I felt sorry for her. Being cheated by your spouse must feel horrible. I assured her that whatever decision she makes regarding her marriage will be respected, no matter what.
“If you think you’ve found happiness elsewhere, then go ahead,” I said sincerely. “Just promise me one thing- don’t hurt yourself. We are here if you ever need anything,” I added gently.
“Thank you, Kris,” she said tearfully. “I appreciate your kindness and support.” The next statement from her shook me from my heart.
Nidhi said, “I need your help in making Rahul realise that I, too, can live my life happily without his help, and I, too, can be satisfied.”
She started sobbing. My mind was in chaos. How could I assist her in achieving satisfaction? Was she referring to sexual satisfaction? I mean, what did she expect me to say?
Should I give her advice or let her deal with her problem herself? But before I could reply anything Nidhi grabbed my hand tightly and whispered, “Please help me, I beg you. Make him pay for what he did to me.”
“But how Nidhi? How can I help you with that? I’m confused.” I said.
“I don’t know, Kris, I just want revenge, that’s all, and I can do anything to see his face.” She replied.
“Listen, Nidhi, I’m sure things will get better between you two someday. Also, if Anjali gets to know about this, my life will be ruined.” I suggested.
“I understand your concern, Kris, but I have been watching you for a long time and I kind of like you too.” She said, smiling.
“I’m flattered, Nidhi, thank you, but…”
“Let me finish.” She interrupted me. “Rahul said he loves his new girlfriend so much, and now he doesn’t care about me. Now, I have decided that I will live for myself and will take care of my needs. Let me be very open, Kris. I have seen you many times and have craved for you. I don’t care what others think, but I need you for once.” She replied.
My heart skipped several beats hearing her confession. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My heart started pounding rapidly, my breath quickened, and my dick became rock hard. Although I was looking for an opportunity to seduce Nidhi, I never knew that it would happen so easily.
I also didn’t want to do it when she was so vulnerable. In my entire life, I never expected this situation to arise. My eyes wandered towards Nidhi’s cleavage. “Nidhi ji, you know na I’m much younger than you,” I asked.
“Oh God! Stop it, Kris just shut up and say yes. I will not share anything with Anjali.” She exclaimed angrily.
“But… but… ”
“Shut Up! Just listen to me and do what I say.” Nidhi said, putting pressure on me. Having said that, she moved towards me, sat next to me, and planted a kiss on my lips. As soon as our lips touched, a bolt of lightning shot through my body. A million thoughts raced across my mind simultaneously.
On the one hand, I felt guilty for betraying Anjali’s trust, while, on the other hand, I desired Nidhi with every fibre of my being. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but my desire overpowered any moral reservations I may have had. After all, Nidhi was a consenting adult who knew what she wanted.
To top it off, she had already made it clear that she would keep this a secret from Anjali. Without thinking twice, I returned the kiss passionately. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. Our tongues intertwined as our mouths explored each other’s faces eagerly.
Soon enough, the kiss grew deeper, more intense. We lost ourselves in the moment, forgetting everything else around us. All that mattered at that point was satisfying our burning desires. Nidhi moaned softly into my mouth as our passion grew more intense.
I ran my fingers through her curly hair, relishing the feeling of her soft skin against mine. With my other hand, I cupped her breast gently through her shirt. She responded by pressing her chest firmly against my palm. I slid my tongue into her mouth, exploring its depths thoroughly.
Her taste was sweet, almost intoxicating. We kissed deeply for what seemed like hours until finally breaking apart, gasping for air. I looked deep into her eyes, searching for any signs of regret or remorse. Instead, I saw only hunger, lust, and pure animalistic desire.
There were no words spoken. No further explanation was needed. It was understood between us what we both wanted. We began removing each other’s clothes slowly, taking our time to tease and tantalise one another along the way. First came her shirt, exposing her flawless breasts encased in a sexy black bra.
I reached out to fondle them, feeling their weight and firmness in my palms. They were perfect, round and full, begging to be sucked upon. Not wanting to waste any time, I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in slow circles.
Nidhi moaned loudly, arching her back to push her breasts closer to me. She grasped my head, pulling me tighter against her. Meanwhile, I undid the clasp of her bra, freeing those magnificent mounds from their confinement.
I devoured them hungrily, switching between sucking and licking, nibbling on the sensitive tips. Nidhi squirmed beneath my touch, pushing herself against me. I could hear her breathing grow faster, her moans becoming louder and more desperate.
My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, straining against the fabric as I continued pleasuring Nidhi. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and unzipped my fly. My rigid member sprang free, eager to explore her wet warmth.
Nidhi watched intently as I stepped out of my jeans, kicking them aside. I stood before her, fully naked, my erection standing at attention. She smiled seductively, her eyes locked onto mine. “Come here,” she ordered me confidently.
I complied instantly, stepping towards her. She raised her hand and caressed my cock softly. A low groan escaped my lips as her delicate fingers traced the length of my shaft. Then I lifted her and took her to the bedroom. Once inside, she turned to face me and resumed kissing me fervently.
At first, we kissed lightly, just enjoying the sensation of our lips touching and while kissing, I unbuttoned her jeans and started pulling them down. When her denim jeans hit the floor, her panties followed suit. She broke the kiss.
I moved down to kiss her neck and slowly moved my way down to her armpits while my free hand started caressing her butt. She shivered as my teeth nuzzled against her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. I tasted her flesh, savouring the sweetness of her skin on her armpits.
I licked and bit gently, eliciting moans of delight from her lips. Slowly, I worked my way downwards, tracing the curve of her waist with my tongue. My hands roamed freely over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, teasing her sensitive areas.
Nidhi’s breath quickened, her hands tangled in my hair as I explored every inch of her flesh. I went behind her, tracing every inch of her body with my tongue while my hands were playing with her nipples. I slowly started kissing and licking her ass cheeks.
“Mmm, that feels good!” she murmured huskily, pressing her ass against my face. I squeezed her firm buttocks in my hands, rubbing them with my thumbs. Then while biting her buttocks, my hands started roaming between her thighs and slowly rubbing her wet pussy.
“Ah! Yes! Don’t stop!” she cried out in ecstasy, grinding her hips against my fingers. I inserted two fingers inside her pussy. I started finger-fucking her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She threw her head back, letting loose a scream of pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her body.
The walls of her pussy tightened around my fingers, milking them of any remaining juices. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, panting heavily. “That was incredible!” I removed my fingers and placed my mouth between her thighs, where I greedily licked them clean, savouring the taste of her juices.
She gave out yet another cry of ecstasy when my tongue found its mark. “Ahhhhh!” she screamed again as another wave of pleasure washed over her. I continued licking her pussy, making sure to pay extra attention to her swollen clit.
“Please…” she pleaded, unable to contain herself anymore. “Please fuck me!” I withdrew my tongue from her slit and stood up. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her a little up on the bed, forcing her legs apart.
She immediately spread them wide open, allowing easy access to her dripping wet pussy. I positioned myself between her thighs, lining my throbbing manhood with her slippery opening. I thrust my cock inside her hot pussy, sinking deep within her core.
“Ughh!” she grunted as I filled her, stretching her tight walls.
We both paused momentarily, savouring the exquisite sensation of our union. Then I started pumping her with all my might. “Yes! Fuck me harder!” she yelled, bucking her hips wildly against mine.
I obliged, picking up the pace and slamming into her mercilessly. “Don’t stop!” she whimpered, digging her fingernails into my back. Her entire body trembled with each thrust, her moans echoing throughout the room.
The friction generated by our coupling sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through our bodies. I could feel her inner muscles contracting around my shaft, trying desperately to milk me dry. “I’m going to cum!”
I announced hoarsely, struggling to maintain control. “Do it!” she urged me on. “Fill me up with your load!” With one final thrust, I exploded inside her, unleashing a torrent of cum deep into her womb.
“Oh,” she moaned, writhing under me as she experienced multiple orgasms in rapid succession. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over us, consuming our very beings. We remained connected for what felt like an eternity, basking in the aftermath of our mutual release.
Eventually, we disengaged, lying beside each other in post-coital bliss. Our hearts pounded in sync as we tried to catch our breaths. Nidhi rolled over onto her side, gazing lovingly into my eyes. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “It was,” I replied. “But don’t get used to it.”
She added playfully. “Why?” I asked, confused. “Because if we keep doing this regularly, then who knows? You might even fall in love with me, too.” She joked. We both laughed at that and hugged each other tightly.
“In that case, let’s make sure we do this as often as possible,” I suggested jokingly, too. And so, without saying another word, we embraced once more, lying in each other’s arms.
At that moment, everything seemed right in the world. As far as I was concerned, life couldn’t get any better than this.
Finally, we both dressed, after cleaning ourselves and she kissed and left for the day.