I am 36 yrs old & married. living in Delhi. My friend Vijay (35yrs) buy a house near mine house and moved there with his wife Preeti. My house was some 100 ft from him there is no house in between so we came see ourselves a bit from our houses. Vijay is in Printing business in South Delhi. He usually comes late night so I use to help Preeti in their houselhold needs as there were new to this area. Preeti 33, Vijay’s beautiful and damm sexy housewife, she is dusky, slim but busty and really medium tits and nice fold on the hip, and beautifully lined lips, nobody will say she is 33.
I secretly fantasize abt her body and masturbate. This couple has one 10 yrs old son. Vijay has to drop his son at 8 o clock to the school and she picks him up by 2pm. Sometimes I picked him up too. Days were moving smoothly. Everyday after Vijay goes to his office by 9 o clock after dropping his son, When I go to office I drop the news paper and magazines for them. Gradually we were became close to each other. She used to send her son when ever I was at home. I also enjoyed the moment because I knew that this would lead me to my goal. In a few month were so close to each other that any day without talking to each other we could not have a sleep. We had long duration phone talks but we never talked below the decency level. Neither me nor she had ever have any sex talks.
One day when I went to Vijay’s house, during talks she told me that Vijay is away on some business trip for a week. So I was supposed & compelled by my urge to go to her place everyday & enquire about her well being & to do all kind of work, buy things or driving her to places where she wanted. I was very happy I got what I wanted, being close to her I used to look at her beautiful body, fantasizing of having sex with her ramming her illustrious body parts Gradually I started touching her by one or other excuse she never resisted I started talking to Preeti in double meaning, Preeti smiles for it but without answer. One afternoon I took leave from office, (I knew that her son is at her in law’s home and she is alone) I went to her place. She welcomed me at the door, (I feel desire in yr her eyes style also that day). She was wearing a low cut black colored blouse with lemon colored – black border saree, she was looking like a fairy. I complemented her , she asked me to sit down and offered a Badam Sharbat (Sweat Drink), I was staring at her partly visible boobs, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the opening of her blouse, hoping that I would get another view.