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Neighbor Affair

I came home late after a typically hectic day at work. It was somewhere around midnight when I saw the clock while parking in the garage. Times were tough but work was flowing in and kept our firm busy with several new projects. I was exhausted as I walked in and closed the door to my apartment and switched on the passage light. I threw the key into a bowl on the side table and sighed. It was starting to get lonely coming home to an empty home each day. Yes, I was social. I had a good group of friends and I had had my fair share of relationships too, some serious and some not. But lately, I had started wanting a little more.

I was 28 and ran a successful up and coming software firm in Hyderabad. After finishing my masters in the US and working for a large firm, I decided to come back home and start something of my own a couple of years ago. Luck and a little hard work got me some good breakthroughs and I haven't looked back since. I managed to even buy my own apartment in the same building that my parents lived, giving me much-needed space yet keeping me close to home.

But it was tough to maintain a relationship beyond the occasional date or a weekend fling. Lately, I had been spending long days at work, sometimes weekends too. Work and site visits took me to all corners of India, often taking up my weekends. But it was fun, and I was passionate about it. And sometimes my travels even gave me the opportunity to meet some exciting and beautiful women in other cities. But I still needed more.

I slipped off my shoes, washed up, and poured myself a large single malt on the rocks. I opened the door to my balcony and sat on the lounge chair outside, enjoying a gentle Hyderabad winter breeze. The city was quiet, and lights were beginning to switch off in people's homes. I took a large sip and closed my eyes, letting the liquid warm my body and soul. I was beginning to relax and wind down after a long week. Finally, after what felt like ages, I had the weekend to myself and a smile crept across my face at that thought even though I had no idea how I was going to spend it.

A few more sips of the scotch went in and my body felt completely relaxed and my mind floated into a serene space. I stood up and turned to go inside when a light in my neighbor, Sirisha's flat caught my eye. She usually never had that light on that late. I turned to look, and I was absolutely stunned. I stopped in my tracks and could not believe what I was seeing. The light was coming from her living room and she was swaying her practically naked body, seemingly performing for someone sitting on the sofa. Her body covered the face so I couldn't make out who it was. My hand covered my mouth in amazement, and I couldn't stop looking.

My building was shaped like an 'L' and my balcony faced in such a way that I could get a clear view of the neighbor's living room. The proximity made it all the clearer. Usually, the curtains were drawn, and I had never seen the light on that late at night before. But tonight, was different. Very different. And I couldn't help myself from looking. I was transfixed as I saw her sway her lithe and curvy body. She had already removed her saree and blouse, and her petticoat had just fallen to her ankles. Her beautiful dusky body was now only covered by her red bra and panties. Her thick and long hair was tied up in a bun, precariously perched on the nape of her neck. Her back faced towards me so I hadn't yet gotten a glimpse of her breasts, which I had noticed from several building interactions to be ample and usually threatening to burst free from her mostly ethnic and somewhat modest clothing.

Sirisha was young and recently married. She had moved into our building only about a year ago. Her husband, Praveen, was away a lot. So much so that at first, I thought she was single, and that her husband who visited every few months was her boyfriend. I later found out that he was on a project abroad and because she ran a successful catering business, she had decided to stay back till he returned eventually.

They had no children. Over time, we got to know each other well. It first started with the usual, neighborly greetings when we bumped into each other in the lift or the passage. That then progressed to slightly longer conversations, getting to know the basics. Name, relationships, work, etc, etc. It then moved on to going over to each other's houses to borrow something, then for a cup of tea or an evening drink on the balcony late at night after work. Occasionally we chatted for a long time, and sometimes it was just a quick hello. But over time, we became very friendly, and even divulged a few personal things to each other. Lately, she began to share how lonely it had started to become without her husband, mentally and physically. And how she yearned for his presence. How she yearned for some physical intimacy. I confided in her about how lonely I was feeling lately, and how I had been yearning for a meaningful relationship. I told her about a very close friend of mine, Saranya, and our physical relationship. How Saranya and I had grown up together, been best friends, and later become physical. And how I had been wanting to talk to her to take things a step further but hadn't built up the courage to. We shared these intimate feelings. But it was only friendship and nothing more.


I had found Sirisha extremely attractive right from the time I saw her. She was tall for an Indian, maybe 5'7", very fit and curvaceous at the same time. Her smooth dusky skin always glowed. Her dark brown eyes were large and always sparkled. Her features were sharp, and her lips were full. She had beautiful, long, thick, and lustrous hair that was usually tied up in some sort of a bun, or clipped back, or in a ponytail. She dressed modest but modern, usually in chic ethnic Indian and fusion attire. Either a sari which made her look elegantly enticing, or a salwar kurta which made her look traditionally alluring, or even Indo-western for that modern exotic look. Occasionally I saw her in pieces of denim or trousers and a top or a dress. I could tell she had ample breasts, but her conservative clothing didn't always give away much. Her stomach seemed flat and her waist was slim, but her hips curved out beautifully. Her legs were long and slender, and her ass was beautifully shaped and tight. She was stunning in all aspects and many times I ended up thinking about her in sultry ways.

At first, I always wondered what her personal life was like. Almost always alone, I wondered how she ever quelled her sexual desires. I wondered what it was like for her to see her husband so rarely. Was it awkward? Was it a weekend full of mad, passionate sex to make up for a lost time? Was there a distance building?

Later, as we got to know each other better, we spoke a little about such things. She told me how lonely it got. The initial fire had dwindled but there was still love. They missed each other and enjoyed the short time they spent each time he visited, obviously leaving out the juicy details. And though she had never indulged in an affair, thoughts and desires did arise from time to time. Temptation did come, but she had not caved in. This was over a month ago.

So, as I stood there and watched as she continued to sway her body, I was in complete shock. I had taken her to be a bit reserved and never expected her to strip like that for anyone. A lot of questions poured into my head. Who was it? Was it her husband? Another man? A woman even? Last I chatted with Sirisha, her husband wasn't supposed to be home, making me wonder if she had finally caved into lust and brought someone home. I continued to watch in complete disbelief, and I couldn't take my eyes away. It was wrong, I knew that. But I was transfixed. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as she now reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it spring away to release what I knew were beautiful breasts. Oh, how I yearned to see them.

Sirisha then reached up and tugged at her hair, unraveling the bun and letting her rich locks cascade down her back, nearly falling to her waist. My cock began to throb as I watched her hair sway from side to side as she continued to move for that lucky person.

She ran her hands up the front of body, perhaps over her full bosom, and up over her neck and into her hair. She gathered her heavy locks over her head, and with her hands up, she began to move her hips from side to side, teasing that person.


Then Sirisha started to turn around and I quickly ducked back into my apartment. Since I was able to see her, she could have seen me too. I took the opportunity to quickly refill my glass and went to my guest bedroom from where I could get a clearer and straighter view into the side window of Sirisha's living room. I slid a chair close to the window and drew the curtain just enough to watch the show. I sat at the edge of the chair and investigated her window. By now, she had slid her panties off and was now swaying her completely naked body for the mystery person. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I couldn't believe I was sitting there, a drink in hand, and enjoying the show. I always had slight voyeuristic tendencies, but it was for the first time I was treated to such a show.

Then the man finally stood up and I gasped, leaning forward a little as if some mystery had just been revealed in a movie. It was Ravi, her husband's brother. She had caved in after all. I had met Ravi several times when he and his wife would come over to Sirisha's place. He resembled his brother in many ways, but was taller, fitter and overall, better looking. He was quite a smooth talker, and though he had a gorgeous wife, I always noticed how he ogled at Sirisha. At some point, he had probably realized Sirisha's building temptation and taken advantage of her weakness. So, there he was, standing in front of her beautiful, naked body, while I sat, still in shock and extremely aroused.

Ravi walked over to her and took her in his arms, hugging her naked body and running his hands up and down her back. He leaned in and kissed her while running his hands through her hair and holding her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and cocked her head to one side, returning what seemed to be a very passionate kiss. Her hands then dropped in front of her, and while they kissed, the next thing I saw was Ravi's pants falling to his ankles. A few moments later his underwear joined his pants and I could see the side profile of his naked lower body. Sirisha's hands moved up, and I could tell she was unbuttoning his shirt while they continued to kiss each other. Ravi held her face and kissed her hard until he finally let go to let Sirisha slide his shirt off his torso and arms. Now both were stark naked in the middle of their living room.

Sirisha stepped back a little, and I got a clear view of Ravi. He was a good-looking guy and fitter than he looked when I met him earlier. He also had smooth dark skin, a shade or two darker than hers. He had short dark hair and a chiselled face, a firm body and flat abs. I looked further down to see his cock that stood at full mast between his legs. While Sirisha moved to the sofa, Ravi grabbed his shaft and slowly stroked it as he turned to watch her sit down. It was then that I finally got a view of her ample breasts and my perception was accurate, even from that distance. They seemed to be a large handful and beautifully shaped and didn't seem to have any sag. I obviously didn't know what their texture felt like and it was a bit too far to make out details of her nipples. But as she leaned back and lay against the sofa, her plump breasts hardly lost any of their beautiful, round shape.

Sirisha spread her legs and looked up at Ravi who dropped to his knees and slid closer to her. He lifted her right leg and started kissing her. He then did the same with her left leg and kept going back and forth while slowly moving lower and lower to her pussy, which I hadn't been able to see. As Ravi moved lower, I could see Sirisha leaning forward to look down at his actions. And when she suddenly threw her head back, I knew Ravi had finally contacted her pussy, which I was sure was now dripping with her juices. I could see her mouth open and she was probably moaning loudly. It was like watching a beautiful erotic movie, but in mute.

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