I am Vidhya. I am a 29 years old housewife and my husband Arun is 36 years old. I was born and brought up in Chennai city, in a middle-class family, and did my graduation in arts. Our family is traditional in outlook and my marriage too was performed in that way. Arun is a simple man and works for a private company. We moved to Delhi about three years back when because of economic compulsions Arun took the new job there. He had some family debts to clear and needed to earn more money.
We moved to the present colony about a year ago. I like this colony much more since it is much cleaner and greener and less congested. When we moved here first, we moved into a one-bedroom flat on the 2nd floor. On the very first day, we were well received by our immediate neighbors and flat owners, the Chaudhary family. They helped us in settling down quickly in the new community. Chaudhary's wife is a very nice lady, around 40 years of age and she introduced me to the other womenfolk of our society.
Chaudhary is about 45 years old. He is around 5'9" tall, well built with hardly any fat, and handsome in a way. His best asset is his smile which he is always seen sporting while talking to others, particularly women. And when he received us on that first day and introduced us to his family and other neighbors, I admit I was instantly flattered by his charming personality. Mr. and Mrs. Chaudhary have a pretty teenage daughter. Chaudhary's main activity is the Real Estate business. Over the years, Chaudhary had managed to buy up a few flats in our society.
He was also member of the society managing committee, and in charge of the maintenance and administration of our society.
In our society, most of the women were housewives. So once the men left for their offices and the women finished their household chores, we used to gather at anyone's flat and gossip. The usual chatter would be who is having an affair with whom and whose daughter has been losing morals or whose sister eloped and things like that. One day I was surprised when one of the women commented that Chaudhary has his eyes on Vidhya. Another woman chipped in saying that Chaudhary always had an eye for new and attractive women. Chaudhary's wife hotly replied that I was like her sister and what is wrong if her husband looks at me!
That got me thinking. From that day I started looking for signs of his interest in me.
That woman was right. I saw Chaudhary stealing secret glances at me whenever our paths crossed. One evening, I was returning from the market when we met in the hallway. I was wearing a green knee-length Kurti and Black Leggings, and had left open my black shoulder-length hair, which fell to my back. A simple conversation started when he asked me how things were going and such. But all that time Chaudhary's eyes would wander down to my chest every few seconds. And when our conversation ended and I walked away, I turned my head back and saw him simply standing there, his eyes fixated on my buttocks. I blushed and started walking again. It was strangely exciting!
As soon as I reached my flat, I went straightaway to the bedroom and observed myself in the mirror. I was slim earlier but had put on some weight the last few years, luckily in the right places. As a result my hips and buttocks now stand out prominently. I have a fairly well-endowed bust with my bra size being 34C !
I was a virgin at the time of my marriage. After marriage, for the first two years, my sex life was somewhat satisfactory, but nothing like what I'd imagined it should be, from the novels I'd read and the porn movies I'd watched. Things worsened after we were unsuccessful in having our own child. Arun also had financial tensions and slowly his interest in sex waned. Even when we did have sex, he would just get hard, insert his penis in my vagina, give me a few strokes and ejaculate inside. He would pull out quickly, wash up, and go to sleep. He gave no thought about me, no foreplay, no love talk, and no pillow talk! I would simply lie there, my unsatisfied hungry cunt leaking with his sperm. Sometimes I would quietly go and masturbate in the bathroom, but that was risky.
Being a housewife I had an ample amount of alone time at home. My husband would leave for work in the morning and return late in the evening. So with time, I secretly bought some vibrators and thick dildos online and whenever I would be alone, I would fuck myself for hours. I started watching porn for stimulus, and masturbation sessions soon became a part of my everyday schedule. I slowly turned into a sex-hungry frustrated housewife, but I never expressed my non-satisfaction to Arun. So I hope you can therefore imagine my state, mentally and sexually.
And hence, all of a sudden being in the crosshairs of a stranger man who potentially desired me left me with a strange feeling. A feeling of breaking myself out from the monotonous inertia of my life and doing something for my own pleasure. A feeling of being up to no good.
And as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I decided that I would test Chaudhary's desires for me.