MILF Next Door
Hello once again to all the lusty and horny readers of this wonderful platform. Hope you all are safe in these hard times. The incident which I am going to share happened a few months back between a MILF Boudi (Bhabhi in Bengali) and me. Let me introduce myself. I work in an MNC in Kolkata aged 28 with a height of around 6 ft tall and of normal shape and size. My dick size is around 5 inches. I am a temporary companion to the lonely bhabhies around Kolkata and hang out with them on a temporary date or hookup. The female lead of the story is Sharmistha (name changed). Sharmistha is a homemaker and is in her early 30s. She is the mother of a two-year-old girl and the wife of a drunkard. She is the sexiest and horniest lady in our society, with a body stat of 36-23-36. On occasions, she wears sexy jaw dropping low navel saree with backless, sleeveless deep chest cut blouses. At home, she mostly wears sleeveless nighties without any bra. Her huge bulging boobs make her more seductive. I met Sharmistha at her marriage reception. At that moment, I developed a lustful crush on her. Our house is just next to each other and we can peep each other’s bedroom through our windows. Days and months passed. We just used to look at each other through the window without exchanging any words. I started following her on Instagram, where she used to upload dancing reels and pics. It used to make my dick erect and salute her sexiness. I also used to post comments on her IG uploads, which she only liked but never replied to. Her husband was a rich drunkard and good for nothing. At night, I often used to hear her husband abusing her physically. But she never raised the concern due to social concerns. One day, we both met at a local doctor’s clinic. I had white patches in my hands for which I went to the doctor for consultation. Sharmistha was there as she had a cough and cold. She was wearing a sleeveless red blouse and a white saree. She was wearing a push-up bra and a tight petticoat, making both her boobs and buttocks bulgy and bouncy. I noticed that even the doctor had a hard time controlling his emotions. It was completely visible from his pants. \ The doctor, while checking her with his stethoscope, was trying to run his hands over her boobs and feel her. I don’t blame him because she was something which no man can resist. There were only two patients in the doctor’s clinic. After checking and prescribing medicines to Sharmistha, the doctor went to the washroom for obvious reasons. If you people can figure it out, let me know the reason in the mail ID mentioned at the end of the story. When the doctor was away, Sharmistha sat beside me as her cab was a bit far away. That was the first time when I talked to her. In fact, she was the first to ask me what happened to my health. I showed her the white patches on my hand. She replied not to worry, and it would be cured. Then the doctor came a bit tired, and he did my check-up and prescribed me medicines. By that time, her cab also arrived. She invited me to join her in the cab as my residence was just next to hers. In the cab, we were sitting at a social distance. But her body smell and her sexiness were making me mad and my dick erect. To avoid this uncomfortable situation, I sat, putting one leg above the other. But she also noticed my erect dick and was smiling. I also smiled and gathered the courage to ask, “Why don’t you reply to my comments on Instagram?” By that time, our residence had arrived. She said, “I only reply to DMs and not comments,” in a bit seductive way, which left me a bit confused. As soon as I entered my house, I ran to the washroom and jerked my dick off twice. Once I imagined the smell and moment we were together. The second time, thinking about the soft touch her skin made with me. At night, I DM her on Instagram. The conversation was as follows: Me: Hi Boudi! Sharmistha: Hello Me: Great, now I understand where to text to get a reply from you! S: Do you want a reply or something else? Me: I didn’t get you! S: C’mon, don’t be so shy. I saw your feelings for me, which was popping out of your pants Me: Hahaha, did you notice? S: Yes, everything, your lustful eyes and your uncontrollable dick too! Me: What can I do, boudi? You are too hot for any man to resist. S: Don’t mind, even I also want to confess one thing! Me: Feel free. S: You know that I am in an abusive marriage situation, and my husband doesn’t care for me at all Me: Hmmm S: Even I also have my desires and needs…. Me: Absolutely boudi. S: I used to love your comments on my post but was a bit shy to make a move. Me: Never be S: If you don’t mind, can we hang out in the coming weekend? I was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. I couldn’t believe what my eyes just saw. I typed: My pleasure. S: Great, I’ll plan everything accordingly, Good Night After this conversation, I again ran to the washroom and masturbated. Finally weekend came. Sharmistha was wearing a normal saree and I was in my t-shirt and jeans. Me: Boudi, you are looking stunningly hot! S: But why are you wearing so many clothes? Ultimately, we are going to spend most of our time naked! And she seductively blinked one eye and pumped my crotch inside the cab. Sharmistha had booked a deluxe room on the outskirts of Kolkata. We both went inside the room. The room was sprayed with jasmine perfume, and there were rose petals on the bed. I was sitting on the sofa and relaxing when Sharmistha switched on the television. It started playing Emram Hashmi and Tanushree Dutta’s Aashique Banaya Aapne song. She said, “Let us undress ourselves as they did in the song.” The idea was great. I just got up and slipped my hand in her navel and started the liplock. While passionately kissing each other, I sat on the sofa and she on my lap. I pulled her saree down, opened her blouse, threw it away and again kissed passionately.