Before I start with the story let me introduce the main character of my story. Her Name is Simran and she is my neighbor. I call her bhabhi as she is just 34. Her figure is carved to perfection for horniness as she has weights at just the right places. Her boob’s measure 33C and her ass measures 35. She is average height and lives along with her husband and her mother in law. She has two kids and that has not disfigured her. She dresses smartly and most of the times wear jeans or skirts. The way her dresses stick to her figure does create a tingling sensation down my pants.
Sex with Simran Bhabhi was something I never fantasized of. I was happy fucking my aunt and my girl friend and unlike others I was content with two. I didn’t think of adding more, but as they say when fate serves it to you, you take it. My family shifted to a new building. My uncle was supposed to shift to some other complex. I started missing my aunt however my prospects of meeting new people for fucking increased as the complex I shifted to house more than 80 flats. On my floor itself there were six flats. Just adjacent to mine was Simran Bhabhi, a Nice family with an educated husband. I was never really the cheerful always chirpy kind of guy.
I maintain a mystery about myself and I just choose to pass a casual smile when I pass by any of the person in my complex. Simran Bhabhi on the other hand was always smiling and interacting with everyone around her. She was full of life and I guess my mystery kind of perplexed her. Whenever she was at home she used to try and pick conversation with me but I always used to avoid it.
I kept on playing my act, she kept trying and eventually one day I ended up having a proper conversation with her. That day I realized what a wonderful person she is. We shared our interests and likes, dislikes and talked for around two hours. She then had to leave as her kids were about to arrive from their school. For the first time I started thinking about her. Gradually thoughts transformed to fantasies and I got desperate to fuck her. The more desperate I was the more distance it created. Now she used to talk less to me and it seemed as if she only had the goal of breaking my personal boundary.
The only time I could have a casual rendezvous with her was the time she used to browse through my book collection. She liked to read in free time and I had a decent collection of books. So in every four to five days she used to enter my room, discuss a few titles and then she would take one and leave. I figured it was not possible to convince her to fuck me the way I convinced my aunt. I had to come up with some other plans. After loads of thinking and evaluating every possible outcome I decided on a plan which required a lot of creativity.
I got myself a diary. I titled it “Beauty Personified by Simran”. The next step was to fill the pages of diary. I know it sounds impossible but I did use my writing skills to its best. Writing about her was not much of a task. I borrowed some character sketch from the net. I wrote about some fantasized sex between me and her. I portrayed my jealousy when she sleeps with her husband or when she talks with any male. I explained a couple of encounters between us. It was both erotic and exciting. The journals also had entries on how I knowingly avoided her. It had captured all the observations I made about her and her body. I used to describe her dressing, her smile, and her playfulness.
The writing stuff took almost 14 days for me to complete around 35 pages. My diary could now be used against her. Next step was to coincide her visit to my room and my bathing time. This was not much of a task. I put my diary in the book rack amongst other books and marked it “Personal & Confidential”. She entered my room and we exchanged our formal pleasantries. I took the book from her and deliberately placed it near my diary. I then excused myself to have a bath and left everything on fate.
I came out of my bath after around 30 min anticipating she might have left and given her curious nature I thought she must have read my personal diary as well. To my surprise I found the diary gone with her. Now this was risky as she could definitely use this against me and defame me. I was kind of nervous and tensed. I waited for her next move. I thought I should have stayed and make her read in front of me only rather than taking such big a risk. The next day I was alone at home. She rang my bell and asked if she can talk to me. I knew what she was thinking and before she could say anything I let her in and accused her of breaking moral boundaries by taking away my diary.
She attacked me by saying how can I ever think of her in that manner. I was short of words but had to maintain my dignity. I told her these are my thoughts and I cannot control them but I can control my actions and not once have I tried to infiltrate her privacy. She was angry but out of words. She knew I didn’t ogle at her nor molested or touched her. She knew that the diary is the only expression of my interest in her and being the reserved guy that I am it will be hard convincing everyone. I realized I have to start entrapping her. I asked her to return my diary immediately. She came back with my diary and was about to leave when I asked her to sit for a few minutes.
She didn’t know how to respond. She sat on the sofa. I came in front of her and went on my knees. She was angry and had tears as she didn’t expected me to be a nymphomaniac. I apologized to her and told her how I feel about her. I told her what she means to me and how she is affecting my life. I told her how I keep fantasizing about her even when I am with my girl friend. I tried to express myself as much as possible and tried to persuade her how having sex once won’t harm her. She shouted on me and said it is all wrong. I kept on putting my energy on how to manipulate her mind for sex. I then asked her if she felt like this for anyone or not. Given the books she read and the freedom she enjoyed during collage days it was a confirmed that she did have a couple of flings before her marriage. Though after her marriage she has been loyal but yes she does fantasize about having sex with perfect guys who are all muscular and handsome and know how to make love discreetly as well as passionately.
I knew that I have broken her initial boundaries and now it was time for action. I sat beside her and tried to coax her. I hold her hands and told her how I cheated on my girl friend and how my aunt was doing sex with me. I convinced her how in the end we regret things we haven’t done. I told her that it will not amount to cheating as it will just be her chance to explore and that too with a person whom she trusts. I could sense her absorbing my words. I had to work around my words and efforts a lot so that even if we don’t have sex at least she doesn’t share this with anyone. She was reluctant but I didn’t give up. I then planted a kiss on her cheeks just where her lips end. She was taken by surprise and she retorted immediately. I told her to relax and enjoy as this is not wrong.
She didn’t say anything and I took it as a sign to proceed. She was wearing a pink and white salwar that day. I gradually cupped her face and kissed her hard on her lips. She started responding to my kiss. I chewed her lips, had a tongue fight with her. She was an awesome kisser as well and was reciprocating every such move. Her hands gradually proceeded towards back and my ass. She was feeling me all over. I bit her ear and then moved my hands from her ear to neck to her boobs to her waist to her hips to her thighs. I was feeling and outlining her whole body. The exotic feeling of exploring a new taboo body still sends shivers down my spine.
She stopped kissing me and said “Don’t show any mercy while fucking me. It has been one of my fantasies to be banged as hard as possible and in a way like a molester would do to her victim”.
She meant pure pleasure of hard core fucking. She immediately ripped off my T-shit and started biting my neck and chest wildly. Her hands were caressing my ass and in between she was scratching my back with her nails. The feeling of being explored by a horny hottie and in such a rough manner was exhilarating. For the first time I felt like I would cum even before she touches my penis. She was very well experienced in driving any man wild.
I did ask her how come she never cheated her husband when she does have a boiling hormone to which she said: “I have fantasies which an Indian wife can never think of fulfilling. However, I am doing this with you because the way you expressed your desires of fucking me and the way you described my entire body makes me go wet. I have never experienced such a thrill only by reading some descriptions.”
I felt as if I was in seventh heaven. The way she was working on my body by mixing her pleasant kisses, rubbing her hands on my pants and grabbing my dick, digging her nails into my back and her violent bites still gives me goose bumps. Trust me people the pleasure I was getting cannot be explained in words.
Well, it was now my time to start acting on her words. She wanted it wild.
Stay tuned for part 2!
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