Indian wife starts an affair with an older neighbor

‘Oho!’ The other girls laughingly teased me. ‘Vidya’s got an admirer!’ I laughed as well, somewhat uneasily.

‘Oh, I am sure she has lots of admirers.’ Balachandraji charmingly put me at ease. ‘Now, bahu, if only I was a bit younger!’ The girls laughed again, and I put this down to some harmless banter by an old man.

This became our everyday routine. After our exercise, we would go to his house for tea, and he would shamelessly flirt with me, and just me, all the time. Prakriti and Laila would tease me mercilessly about it. It started harmlessly enough, but as the days went, his words became more and more suggestive. He would start by praising my yoga pants, for example, and then would add with a wink, ‘I am sure what’s underneath is even more beautiful, bahu’. The girls would laugh, and I would laugh along with them, all the while blushing at his words. He was charming and witty, and managed to put us at ease, even while making sexually laden jokes at me. Day by day, his flirting was getting more and more explicit but I never paid much attention to it, dismissing it simply as the fancies of an older man. Yet, no doubt, his flirting, and the teasing of my friends, used to make me wet.”

Vidya paused in her story telling. Her face was flush, and she was breathing rapidly. She had stopped stroking me, but my penis was rising on my own, titillated at the thought of how this old man had slowly seduced my wife. We both reached for each other and kissed for some time. Our hands roamed over our other half’s bodies, pinching and pawing. It was a while before she continued her story.

“One day both Prakriti and Laila were not there. It was just me, and this time I tried to avoid going to his house for tea after my jogging, but he was insistent. And let me tell you, it was really good tea that he made. I don’t know what malai or cream he put, but man it was good. As we were just sitting and enjoying our tea, and I was trying to brush off his praises about my body, he asked me, ‘So, bahu, you and Rajesh don’t have any kids? That must leave a lot of time for sex.’

His rather blunt way of putting it made me pause. Balachandraji had a sly grin on his face. I should have got up and left, but for some reason I shrugged my shoulders and replied, ‘Yes, it does. But what about you Balachandraji? You are now a widower, single, rich. I am sure women throw themselves at you all the time.’

‘Yes, they do, bahu.’ He replied. ‘And they go home very satisfied too, I can tell you that. Now that I am a widower, I don’t limit myself to just one woman, bahu. That way it never gets boring.’

The talk was getting more explicit, but I continued. ‘But surely they just don’t go home, do they? And surely – this is India – you can’t be serious about sleeping around, that too at your age! If one of these women love you, she might want to marry you!’

‘Oh, that’s not a problem.’ Balachandraji grinned. ‘You see, these women are already married.’

A shudder went through me as I looked at Balachandraji. I wondered if he was joking.

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