Hot Housewife Next Door Fucked In Her Kitchen
I was transferred to my new office in Pune for a short duration of 6 months. I was staying at a 2 BHK flat with a roommate. The main road across our flat was always packed with traffic. It usually took me hours just to get to the office as I worked a night shift. Just across my flat, lived a family of 3. They were married last year and were quite young and had a newborn daughter. Our flats were designed in such a way that I could see their kitchen through ours. Since I used to cook, I frequently saw her working in the kitchen. She had an innocent look, was slim and had the body of a proper housewife. My neighbour’s wife’s curvy figure was to die for. I used to fantasize about her during work. In my fantasies, I would grab her by the waist and embrace her womanhood. I wanted to kiss her soft pink lips that teased me whenever she passed a smile to me. Her body was inviting me over every time she turned around. I had dreams of me walking behind her and slowly caressing my hands all over her body. I wanted to touch the breasts and swallow the milk of this housewife for hours. I wanted to be inside her, with our bodies greased with sweat. I wanted to feel her and slowly my desires started to creep up in my eyes. I looked at her like a dog looks at the bone. A few weeks passed by, our kitchen routine started to match but we never shared a word. Strangely enough, I never once did meet her in person. The kitchen was the only place I ever saw her. But that wasn’t the case with her husband, he and I became good acquaintances as we both had matching interests. We chatted about politics and the news frequently. I never mentioned his wife to him as it was never the context neither he ever mentioned her or their child. One day, I told him about my leave from work so he invited me over for dinner. I obliged. Earlier to dinner, I was having second thoughts. I was thinking to make an excuse and let them know I couldn’t join them for dinner. The thoughts about his wife were morally wrong. I found her to be very attractive and thought that by going into their house and meeting her face to face will make things much worse. I didn’t even prepare lunch since I would have to go to the kitchen and there was a good chance that I would see her. So I called her husband up. Husband: Hello..? Me: Yeah, it’s me Anuj. Something came up in the office I won’t be able to make it to the dinner. I hope you haven’t started to prepare for it or anything. Him: Are you sure you can’t come? I have already done most of the preparations. My wife is quite eager to meet you. That caught me off guard. Never once had he ever mentioned his wife to me and now to say that his wife was eager to meet me completely dumbfounded me. It was as if he was deliberately trying to persuade me to come. I threw these thoughts away and assumed he was just excited for our dinner arrangement, probably he used to talk about me with his wife, I reassured myself. Me: It’s actually kind of important, I have to prepare for a presentation. Him: Come on, it’s just a presentation. We have prepared a treat. Good food will help you with it anyways. Come at once, we will not consume much of your time, just have the food. My wife will feel bad if all the food goes to waste. That was the second time he used his wife to persuade me to come. Me: Yeah, I can come for an hour or so. I would hate to see good food waste myself, but please let’s not discuss politics, okay? Him: Haha, sure. So, it’s definite, right?? Me: Yeah, I will be there. I had a strange feeling about my decision. I casually walked back to the kitchen and saw her working in the kitchen. She looked at me and gave a harmless smile and went inside. My erotic thoughts about her crept up. “What was I thinking”, I exclaimed. This is a perfect opportunity to meet her and I was going to throw it away because I was nervous. I prepared for dinner and couldn’t hold my excitement. At around 7:00 pm, I got a call from my roommate that he would be late from work and I should leave the keys with the guard. I forgot to tell him about my arrangement and won’t be leaving anyways. I just told him not to worry and hung up. Our dinner was planned at 9:00 but I came early at 8:30 so I can avoid inviting my roommate who would be back soon. I knocked on their door and my neighbour’s wife opened the door. This was the first time I was seeing her this close. My god! I have underestimated her beauty. At this distance, I could see her every curve. “Hey, I am Anuj, your..” “Hi Anuj, I have heard a lot about you from my husband. Please come in”. She joyfully invited me in. “I am really sorry I haven’t introduced myself to you earlier. I just don’t see you out much”, I said apologetically. It was hard to gather my thoughts as she walked in front of me. I thought it was deja vu as she walked slowly ahead. It was just like my dreams. All I had to do was grab her by the waist and make love! “No, it is completely fine. I don’t go out much. Myself Nayiad. I have seen you many times working in your kitchen, you cook pretty well”, she comforted me. I took the appreciation and tried to suppress my dirty thoughts about her. But it was all in vain, her beauty had already mesmerized me and to have her this close to me made things worse. I was walking with a boner in a stranger’s house. I queried about her husband as we walked into the living room. “He won’t be here till an hour, he is stuck in traffic”. That made sense as the main road was the busiest in Pune. But why was he out anyways? “He went to bring some drinks for the night”, she explained as if she just had read my mind. I asked if I should come in later when her husband is back but she insisted on me staying. Her house only had one sofa and we sat next to each other. I never was able to take my eyes off her. Her face had an innocent glow around it.