‘There, there, bahu.’ He hugged me. I could feel his pecker slowly start to rise. ‘Bahu, it is now my turn to give you some pleasure.’
I looked at him, puzzled. He then swiftly moved his head down to my nether regions.
‘AAAH!’ I cried out as his mouth latched on to my pussy.
It was utter bliss. Balachandraji was using his hand, and his mouth, alternatingly to awaken my hunger. And it worked! Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through my body, and every probe of his fingers made my back arch and toes curl. I was now screeching and moaning, and taking his name.
‘OH BALACHANDRAJI! OH!’
He then raised his head and slowly started to move up, kissing my ankles, thighs and then belly.
As he sucked on my nipples, I wrapped my legs around him, rolled up over him and straddled him. I was completely lost. I kissed him on his mouth.
‘Bahu, open your mouth.’ He told me.
He then spat into my open mouth!
We smooched, transferring the spit between each other’s mouths. His hands were now groping and squeezing my tits. His penis was now rubbing my clit. I reached back, held his cock and lowered myself on to it.
“OOOH Bahu! You are so wet!’ His cock slipped easily into my well lubricated vagina.
It was so naughty. He was my neighbor. He was older than me. He called me bahu. He knew I was married. And yet, he was fucking me. It was just ‘sex’ to him, but he kept calling me his ‘unofficial biwi’.”
Vidya looked at me and my cock. It was semi hard, which was unusual as I had just cum some time ago.
“Just sex to him.” I repeated. “And to you?”
“The same.” Vidya replied, and then grinned. “OK, well, it was multiple orgasms, scream at the top of my lungs sex, but still … just sex. He has been fucking me ever since. Nowadays it’s mostly two to three times a week, in the afternoons. Um, darling, you are not mad, are you?”
“Er … no, dear.” I honestly admitted. “I told you to have an affair. But I am curious – why is your affair over?”
“Well, it’s not like .. over over .. but he has to go to his son’s place in New Delhi for a while. So last week we decided to call it quits. If it’s not over, at least it’s on a hold now.”
* * *
I watched as Viyda exited the room. We were at Balachandra’s for the cricket game. There were a few guys, and everyone’s attention was riveted on the cricket game. Only I had shown up with my wife – the other wives were coming later.
Balachandra had just excused himself, saying he had to go to the washroom upstairs. No one paid any heed; chips and drinks were on the table. After some time, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Vidya also excused herself and went upstairs. No one cared about her either. Everyone was following the game.
I got up and decided to follow her. I bolted out of the sofa, out of the room where everyone was cheering for India, and then tiptoed into the hallway. I climbed up the stairs.
I could see her now, walking down the hall upstairs to the bedroom door. She did not look back or anywhere else, but just kept walking straight ahead. Clearly she was in a hurry. My wife then knocked gently on the door.