Beautiful Neighbour Wife attracted to Me

Beautiful Neighbour Wife attracted to Me
Hi friends, Victor here. Let me share a little slice of my real life with you. I’m 35 years old, based in Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I stay alone in my own apartment, while my family lives in my native place. Living by myself gives me freedom. The kind where nights are mine to enjoy, my thoughts are mine to explore, and my desires are mine to indulge. Life, to me, is simple: earn well, eat well, and fuck well. That’s all we really need. Keep things uncomplicated, stay happy, spread happiness, and most importantly, live a beautiful and satisfying sexual life. At this age, I’ve learned to understand what a woman truly wants. Men like me are calm, confident, and know how to make a woman feel desired. I don’t believe in limits—it’s all about the body, the chemistry, and the thrill of adventure. When passion flows freely, sex becomes so much more intense, so much more unforgettable. Let’s start the Story Friends, Riya had just moved in next door with her new husband. From the outside, she looked like the perfect newlywed bride—radiant smile, graceful charm, and the glow of a woman starting her new chapter. But behind that smile, I could sense something else, a quiet hunger. Her husband was always busy—early mornings, late nights, endlessly chasing money. Riya, though, was left alone, her desires unfulfilled. And sometimes, when our eyes met across the balcony or in the hallway, I could see it. The unspoken craving in her gaze. There was a mysterious attraction in her that could not always be explained through any words. I had to accept the hard reality that I could be just the tiniest little bit interested in her. At an early age, Riya was fair-complexioned, chubby, and tall. Maybe 5.7, with lovely short hair and a perfectly hot body. She had a fabulous pair of boobs and a perfect, round ass. Her thighs were just a bit fleshier. As she walked and looked around, she had eyes that would speak on her behalf. Her measurements would be 34C, 32, and 34. Perfect mouthful and a handful of body to play and suck. One afternoon, while parking my car, I saw her with three bags full of groceries. She was waiting for someone to help her carry the bags to the 1st floor, where she and her husband are living. I parked my car and started walking towards her. She saw me. But when I reached near her, she couldn’t ask for my help because till then. We were both unknown to each other. I want this kind of opportunity to talk with her and ask her if she needs any help. Me: I think if someone needs help, then ask for it. She: (smile nervously) I am new here. The guests are coming to our home today, and I can’t put bags on someone whom I don’t know. Me: I am your neighbour; my name is Victor. May I help you? She: (still smiling nervously) Yeah, I am Riya, Vishal’s wife, your next apartment neighbour, but my husband will come and I will get my work done. Me: Okay. She: Thank you for asking. Me: Mention not. She smiled at me, and I passed through her. After 15 to 20 minutes, I went to my balcony to smoke and saw her there in the same condition. I started smoking while looking lustfully at her. She noticed me after some time and gave me a smile. I make a plan to chat with her and go to her. Me: If you need help, you can tell me. I am not a monster or anything. She: It’s not like that. I don’t have the key to our house. If you help me, I have to stand outside our house instead of this gate. Me: Oh, then where are the keys? She: Vishal (her husband) had to come early today from his office, so I gave the keys to him, but he is not home yet, and I am stuck here because of him. Me: If you both are employees, then you have to arrange separate keys. She: You are right, but we moved here just 15 days ago and are not getting any extra time for shopping, etc. Me: If you don’t mind, you can take a rest at my house. By the way, I am a bachelor, but you can trust me. She: No, no, I am okay here. Me: Have you called your husband and talked about this situation or not? She said nothing and was thinking about something in her mind, so I asked her a second time. She: Yeah, but actually no. My mobile battery has died, and I can’t do anything except wait for Vishal. Me: Chaos created well. She: I know he will come, don’t you worry, and thanks for asking Me: Okay, I am free now, and if you and your husband need anything. You can ask me, if possible, I will definitely help. She: Yeah, sure, we will. Me: Okay As this discussion was over, I walked towards my apartment’s gate, and she called out to me. She: Hello, Mr., can I ask for your small help as a neighbour? Me: That’s why I came to you, but you denied, and now you’re asking for small help. Okay, I will help if possible, and it will make me happy to help this beautiful lady. She: (blushed) Can I borrow your mobile to call Vishal, please? Me: Yeah, that’s a good idea. I also lost in your beauty and can’t think of this idea. She was smiling. I gave her my mobile and she dialled the call to her husband, but he’s not answering. After three calls, he picked up the call and said Her husband (Vishal): Who’s this? She: It’s me, Vishal, my phone is dead, and I am at home with all the vegetables and goods, but the keys are with you. You have to come early today, but you are still not home. Vishal: I was working, and whose mobile is this? Her husband was not thinking of her position but instead inquired about the phone. That was a good sign for me. She: I had borrowed our neighbour’s phone after waiting for you to come for the last half hour. Vishal: I am stuck at work here. Can’t you call me before leaving for home? She: I think you remember that today the guests are coming Vishal: They are coming in the evening. You can put those goods and vegetables in the security cabin or the garden’s store.

She: What about me? Where do I go till you come? When will you come? And when will I ready the dinner?? Vishal: You can go to your office or to your sister’s house, don’t trouble me. I am working on an important project. She: Didi’s house is far, and what if they are in the office at this time? Vishal: I said that I am working on an important project. I have to submit the full report of this project today, so don’t disturb me anymore. And her husband cut the call. She realised that I was listening to their whole conversation and gave me a very hard smile. Tears are in her eyes, but she controls them. Me: If you don’t mind, you can come to my apartment and take some rest. She: I don’t know anyone here, and Vishal is also stuck to his work. He never listens to me or thinks of my situation. Me: Such a fool he is. If I get this much of a beautiful, hardworking wife, I will always be with her. She smiled and said that she could at least charge her mobile. Me: Most welcome, and pick up two bags of her goods. She: Thanks a lot. Me: It’s okay. We both went to my apartment, and she was walking. I was behind her with the two carry bags. She was wearing a white kurti with dark navy-blue jeans. Her hourglass figure was making me mad. Her ass was jiggling as she walked. After reaching home, she sat on the sofa, and I sat on the chair. She plugged in the charger and put her mobile on charge. She: It doesn’t look like you are a bachelor. Me: Why? She: Your house is very neat and clean. It looks like you stay here with your family. Me: No, it’s only me and my stuff. She: Yeah, very nice. She was looking at all the things and pictures on the wall. She liked the picture and said. She: I think cricket is our favourite game. Me: Yes, you can guess by the pictures She: Yeah, I see. Slowly, she was getting more comfortable, and she asked me for the restroom. As she got up, I had a clear look at her. She was a nice-looking lady with well-maintained assets. As she turned back and went to the restroom, I waited for her to come back. I sat down there admiring her beauty. Being a man. I thought, Do I have a chance with her, and I decided no harm in trying. Sometimes, an opportunity may come at the doorstep. Juicy pink lips. Nice broad shoulders, and her pendant is sitting just right at the start point of her cleavage. Shoulder-length hair. The strap and marking of the bra are clearly visible and hold her most prized assets delicately. They were of good size, certainly mouthful to suck and savour, and a handful to squeeze and play. As she moved, I could see her round, tight ass. The outline of the panties is clearly visible. Rest all in the right sizes in the right places. She was definitely desirable. Most importantly, I am always attracted to and inclined toward women who wear a kurti. It was really hot, and despite the fan running at its full speed, I was sweating. We have air conditioners only in our bedrooms. I switched on both the a/c of our rooms, kept the doors of the room open, and sat in the living room. I felt much better. She came after 10 minutes and looked relaxed. She asked for water, and I gave her a cool drink and told her to take a rest. She saw the photos of me playing cricket and enquired about them. She was getting more comfortable with each minute passing. She suddenly noticed that both the bedroom doors were open and the a/c was running, and we were sitting in the living room. She said, “Why are you wasting power and not utilising comfort also?” I instantly replied, “It was very hot here, so I could not find any other way, and how can I invite you to my bedroom right away. I hardly know you.” She laughed and said, “Yes. There is a point in what you say. But if you know someone, how can you invite them to the bedroom unless both of you want to spend time in the bedroom?” I said, “It depends. Not all invitations to bedrooms are with bad intentions. And everyone does not go to the bedroom only with one mindset.” She asked, “What mindset?” I looked towards her and she said, “Ok, ok. Let us stop here. Let us sit in the bedroom.” This is the first part of the story, friends. I will upload the 2nd part soon. I seduce her and beg me to fuck me very hard to get the pleasure of life. I hope you all enjoyed this, and please give feedback via Email or Hangout: [email protected] Thank you all.