Affair With Friendly Neighbor Aunty

I am Rahul, a 28-year-old unmarried man working as an accountant in a private firm in Mumbai. I have been a regular reader of ISS for many years, but this is my first time sharing my own story. This incident happened three years ago and involved my neighbor, Meena, who was in her mid-thirties at the time.

I was living alone in a 1BHK apartment in the bustling suburb of Andheri. My daily routine consisted of going to the office in the morning and returning in the evening. One weekend, I decided to buy some snacks from a nearby convenience store. As I was standing in line at the billing counter, I noticed a woman in front of me. Our items got mixed up, and the cashier combined our bills into one.

I was embarrassed, but she reassured me and told me to pay her back after the billing was done. After leaving the store, I handed her the money and we parted ways. Little did I know that this chance encounter would lead to an unforgettable experience.

A few days later, I saw her with a child near my apartment building. We greeted each other, and over time, our occasional greetings turned into casual conversations. One day, we had the opportunity to discuss some neighborhood issues, and we exchanged numbers. Our texts turned into calls, and our calls turned into long, intimate conversations.

Meena revealed that her husband worked two shifts, leaving her mostly alone at home. She was a housewife with plenty of free time. Our conversations grew more personal, and one day, she confided that her husband and child had gone to their native place for a holiday, leaving her alone for three days.

I saw an opportunity and invited her to the movies and dinner. After some hesitation, she agreed. We planned to go out in the afternoon and return by night. I got ready and texted her, and she replied after 20 minutes. I went to her home to wait for her, and when she emerged, she was wearing tight jeans and a fitted T-shirt that accentuated her curves. I was stunned by her beauty and the way she filled out her clothes.

We went to a movie, did some shopping, and then had dinner. As we returned home, she invited me to her place for the first time. We sat on the sofa, and she changed into a more comfortable outfit. We started chatting about random things, and she confessed that this had been the best day she had experienced in a long time.

I saw my chance and suggested she try on the outfits I had gifted her earlier. She agreed and went to her room. When she returned, she was wearing a red, backless one-piece dress that hugged her body perfectly. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but compliment her.

"Meena, you look absolutely gorgeous," I said, taking her hand. She blushed, and I could see the effect my words had on her. "You look so hot and sexy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

She bit her lip, "My husband never compliments me like this."

I leaned in and kissed her hand, feeling her shiver at my touch. I moved closer, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine as we explored each other's mouths. Our breaths mingled, and the room grew hotter with each passing second.

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give me better access. I moved lower, my hands roaming over her body, feeling her curves through the thin fabric of her dress.

I slipped the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. They were full and firm, with dark nipples that hardened under my gaze. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud while my hand teased the other. She moaned, her body arching against mine, begging for more.

I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness through her panties. She gasped as I rubbed her clit, her body shuddering with pleasure. I slipped her panties aside, my fingers sliding into her wet folds. She was tight and wet, and I could feel her body clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her.

I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building, and I increased my pace, my thumb circling her clit. She came undone, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. I withdrew my fingers, and she let out a whimper of protest.

"I want you inside me," she begged, her voice breathy with desire.

I grinned, unbuttoning my pants and freeing my erect cock. I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, as I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers.

We fucked wildly, our bodies slamming together, the room filling with the sounds of our moans and gasps. I could feel her body tightening around me, her orgasm building, and I increased my pace, my cock hitting that perfect spot deep within her.

She came undone, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot seed. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As we lay there, catching our breath, Meena trailed her fingers lightly over my chest, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through me. I was already hard again, eager for more. She smiled, sensing my desire, and straddled me, her wet pussy sliding onto my cock.

We fucked again, our bodies moving in sync, our moans and gasps filling the room. This time, she rode me, her hips grinding against mine, her breasts bouncing in my face. I sucked her nipples, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.

We came together, our bodies shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over us. As we lay there, spent and satisfied, Meena leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Rahul, I love you," she whispered, her eyes filled with emotion.

I pulled her closer, my heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, Meena," I replied, my voice thick with emotion.

From that day forward, whenever we had the chance, we would steal away to her place, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance of desire and love. Our secret rendezvous became the highlight of our days, a forbidden fruit that we couldn't resist.

One evening, as we lay in her bed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths slowly returning to normal, Meena turned to me with a mischievous grin.

"Rahul, I have an idea," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow.

"Let's try something new," she suggested, her voice low and sultry. "Something that will make this even more exciting."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered her idea. My cock stirred at her words, and I knew that our forbidden love affair was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning to get even more thrilling.