This I knew. We lived in a gated community, so it was all upper class office folks who owned the houses here, and this was a very respectable, modern, progressive Indian community. I knew therefore that Vidya could go for her runs safely. My wife usually wore a tank top and yoga pants that hugged her butt when she would go out jogging; something she would never wear out in the regular streets of the city had we lived there. A couple of days when I was working from home I would see her in her jogging outfit. Vidya would smile as she would do her stretches in front of me, blowing me a kiss, before heading out of the house. She knew she was really blessed with a great set of tits and her sexy tight sports top showed them off a bit.
“Now there was some other joggers in the park as well. I got to know a couple of the women nearby – Prakriti and Laila – very well. They are just new moms, quite young really, going for a run with the kid asleep and the maid watching. There was also this senior men’s exercise group right in the middle of the park that’s two blocks from here. My route would take me daily through the park, right when this group was exercising. Sometimes the girls and I would do some stretches and aerobics along with these men. They were really a friendly group, mostly grandpas and retirees living here with their married kids, and they loved us girls for joining them. Balachandraji was part of this group.”
A shudder ran through my body as my wife took her lover’s name for the first time in her story. So this is where she met this old man who was now banging her on a regular basis. Correction – had banged her. Past tense; apparently her affair was over.
“At first, I didn’t pay much attention to him, or his attempts to flirt with me.” Vidya remarked. “After all, at this time our sex life was pretty mundane, but satisfactory. You are good at eating my pussy, and it had been a while since Ramu so I had forgotten what a big cock felt like. I was happy with your little thing in between my legs. And even if I took another lover, as you wanted me to, in my mind I certainly didn’t think of a man who was retired. I knew he was a retired soldier, so he was fit and athletic at his age, but even then I pictured taking a virile young man to bed, someone with a huge cock and a huge stamina, who would fuck me all night long and capable of giving her multiple orgasms. I never did think, even for one moment, that Balachandraji would be able to do all that.
Moreover, he always used to call me bahu, even while flirting with me. It’s hard to take a man who’s calling you ‘daughter-in-law’ seriously as a lover, even though he used to flirt with me every chance he would get.
One day Balachandraji invited Prakriti, Laila and me to his house for tea after the morning exercise. ‘My house is on the way to your house from the park.’ He told me. I asked him how he knew where I lived. ‘Oh, when a pretty young thing moves down the street from you, you notice!’ He replied with a laugh and a wink.