Neighbor wife
Welcome readers into living through my wildest experience with a married woman. Specially, married and mature women reading this experience, please break free if you want and mail me if you like my experience, would be pleased to satisfy your desires and take you on long trip of sexual fantasies. Getting back to the story, I am Anurag 28, living in an appartment in Bangalore . My neighbor is a working class gentelman living with his old parents, charming man but a lot on the heavier side, i mean really fat. He got married reacently and i was zapped when i meet his wife anagha, i called and still do call her bhabi. Light wheatish complexion, brown eyes reflecting her emotions, long flowing black hair, she preffers keeping them untied most of the time , perfectly in shape, you can visually fell the tenderness of her glowing skin. In short beautiful as i see her, a typical marathi jewal. I was finding my self getting strongly attracted to her, but feared to express it to any1 due to social reasons and knowing that we live in a conservative society and she may not like any advances tho’ intentions are clean. I always wondered how in the world this man and this woman were ever made a pair. I used to keep away from talking to her, honestaly, my heart always skipped a beat and could never muster the courage to talk to her wen we met face to face. But i never missed an opportuinity to give her a smile, cosealing my nervousness, whenever we passed each other and she used to respond with a heart melting smile that used to send my head in a dizz. Am not drivin by lust you see, but i wanted to get clos to her and know her well and i had decided the day i say her that if phisycal involvement has to happen then let it take its own time as its not difficult to imagin the “pair”. Then one fine day i mustered enough courage,on my back home from office that am going to break the ice today. As expected, i still remember that day she was loitering in the garden in her perfectly chosen red salwar-kameez and my god i would have almost started singing,i said “good evening bhabi-ji, looking good in your dress and my i know y r u walking alone, whers mr.xyz”. To this se replied,”oh,good evening, thanks for your compliment and ya hes not the type who will walk around and i don have any friends in this area, so am alone”. I said,”hi, am sanjay, would the beautiful lady consider me as her worthy friend” and placing my bag behind by left hand, extenting my right hand looked streight into her expressive eyes. She laughed out and extended her hand and for the first time we touched each other, i could almost hear church bells ring in my head. We were together for almost 30 min. Loitering around and talking generally over many topics and there were a few times we brushed each other. We parted to go home with a hand shake and a promise to walk together every evening. That night i cold not sleep i fantasize her all night and remembered all her touches, honestly hand jobbing my self thrice. Two weeks down, we grew closer and she didnt mind changing the venue for our evening walks, she was more simpler than i thought. Now she didnt mind me hold her close by her waist during road crossing or changing sides. We started sharing everything. One find day during my way back home, she called me up saying she wants to see me urgently and i could fell her tears drop as i hung up. I didnt go home, from the station i went straight to the park and headed to our usual plce to chill, she was sitting there, her back towards me, i went and sat nex to her and hugged her, honestly got emotional, after bout 5 min. Of crying she finally spoke, i wiped her tears off gave her water calmed her down and asked her as to what went wrong. She narrated for bout 30-45 min.,how things are not working with her husband as physically hes ignoring her needs due to his weight they wer not abel to have sex and conditions with in-laws pressurising her for ul kno what. I was listining to her carefully,all the while in each others tight embrace, i guess she needed some 1 to talk to as she had always claimed i hav got closest to her. Then i don know what happened but i planted a kiss on her forehead and she reponded in a similar manner nd we started kissing all over each others faces in tru passion in a matter of seconds we were liplocked. I planted my lips on her soft pink lips givin them small licks, we opened our mouths n felt each others toungs exploring all spaces inside, rolling our toungs frequently over each others and givin them sucks from time to time. I wanted it to last a life time but unluckly it lasted jus 10 min. We parted and stared into eachothers eyes as we smiled.she told me that that was the first time she ever kissed and in return i winked and asked her if she ever wanted me to make her live her physical fanticy flights all she had to do was call to which se gave her trademark million dollor smile, kissed me on my cheek and parted at the turn which we always do. I kept looking at her back as she faded into the darkness. The next morning i dropped my parents at the air port and did my day as usual,came back stright to the shower, understandabally so, i was excited to meet anagha. To tell you the truth i was still lost in tha kiss. Suddenly the door bell rang and i was eorced to pull my self out of my fantacy and dress up to attend the door, i wor my pajam and vest and rushed. Opening to a surprise, she stood there, smile on her face, a well selected and tailored olive dress no make up but still making me weak in the knees, as i stood with open mouth she entered in and placed heself gracefully on the couch and held a tiffin in her beautiful soft palms. She said my mom had called her up telling to take care of my dait and hand her the overall responsibility of looking after me till she returned.