Seduced by Mrs Anand

This story is from the time before I married Simran and moved to my current flat with Jayashere working as my maid. At that time, I was a bachelor with a 1 BHK flat in Kandivali, a distant suburb of Mumbai. The story is a little simple, basically because I have written it the way it really happened. I was an inexperienced young man at that time.

It was a small four building complex with middle class families. I was one of the few bachelors, so my flat was constantly being used for some meetings or get-togethers etc. The ladies were also fond of me and getting me stuff to eat and lingering on for chats or just to chill on my sofa.

On the floor below us was a family named Anand, they were a couple in their 30s, two small kids, a young nanny and mother-in-law, all cramped into a 2 BHK. The husband and wife were constantly fighting and one could hear it all the way up to my window.

A few times, the wife, her name was Sheila, would come over with the kids after a fight, just to chill. The kids would watch TV in the hall with the nanny while she would talk with me, standing at the window of my bedroom.

Or we would sit on the sofa at the corner, kids in front on the floor with the nanny. Once while we were talking, she reached out to hold my hand.

I froze, the nanny was right in front of us and although she was engrossed in the TV, nevertheless, it was risky. But Sheila did not seem to care and continued to squeeze my hand.

After a while, I got up saying I wanted to get a drink of water. I went to the kitchen, Sheila followed me and we got a glass of juice and moved to the bedroom and our usual window point.

We watched the open ground behind, this was a favourite spot for me. After a while, Sheila went back to the hall to say something to the nanny and kids. When she came back she stood right behind me, her chest pressing into me in an unmistakable signal.

I was caught in a bind, not that I was shy, but this was a married woman from the building where I lived and I was uncertain. In the past, Savita, my first "other person's wife", would come to work in our house and I never knew her husband. Here I did know Mr Anand slightly, so it felt a little awkward.

"What do you do on Saturday afternoons?" She asked.

"Uh, nothing much, just chill at home".

"I may come over for some tea tomorrow," She said. "If that's ok with you?"

"Yes, sure, off course you are welcome" I said

We continued to look out the window, her body warm against me. Finally we went back to the living room where the kids were still watching the TV. They left after some time.

Next day, I was on my tenterhooks, would she really come over? I took a shower after lunch and lay on the sofa, watching TV.

At about 3 pm, the bell rang and I opened the door to see her alone.

"Hi, is your phone working? I need to make a call" she said.

I caught on, this was probably for the benefit of my nosy middle aged neighbour.

"Yes, of course, please come in, the phone is in the corner" I said.

(At this point, I need to explain, I was referring to my MTNL landline. These were the days when mobiles did not exist and we were dependent on the almighty landline service of MTNL which was famous for its breakdowns. So it was normal to go to someone else's house to make calls.)

She came in, smelling of some perfume. She was dressed in a lovely pale yellow salwar top and Punjabi pants. She looked very much like an innocent housewife asking the neighbour for help.

She sat on the sofa while I closed the door gently, no need to make too much noise, I thought.

I sat next to her and we did some small talk while I built up my courage. Finally she reached out to touch my hand and that was enough for me. I moved closer and kissed her on her lips. We embraced awkwardly on the sofa, it was not designed for a kissing couple. Finally we broke apart laughing.

" Oh my, you are a real gentleman," she said.

"Let's move to my room, I think that is more comfortable" I said.

" I thought you would never ask"

"Well, I thought you wanted to make a phone call"

"Yes, of course, but let me get a line on you first" She giggled.

We fell on the bed, lips locked, she was incredibly soft and warm. We made out for some time and then she sat up.

"My clothes are getting crumpled," she said.

"If you take them off, I can iron them for you"

"Shut up! Give me something to wrap around. I am not stripping in front of a strange man" she giggled.

I got her a large towel and she made me turn around while she removed her clothes. I was puzzled at the behavior, but maybe she was shy.

"Hmm, ok, now you can turn. But take off your clothes first. I want to see you."

I turned around, she was lying on the bed, the towel wrapped around her, her lovely legs from the thigh down were on display.

I stood in front of her and took off my shorts and Tshirt. I was still in my briefs, she reached out and cupped my cock. It felt warm. Slowly she pulled down my briefs and my turgid cock sprang out. She squeezed it for a minute and then held out both her arms. I lay down on her, her arms closing around me., my cock poking her stomach. She closed her eyes and her hands moved over my body, first my back and then down to my bum.

"Hmm, your bums are in a nice shape. I wish I was that young again." she sighed.

I kissed her on the lips again.

"You are very beautiful, Mrs Anand and I like all of your parts as they are" I said

I lay on her and kissed her on the lips.Then I started to move down slowly, kissing her throat, then down to the towel covered chest. I slowly parted the towel and her lovely breasts were on display. They were a modest 32 inches and I can never forget that sight and the feel of the soft and small breasts. I have never been a fan of large breasts, always preferring the small ones.

Her nipples were erect as I kissed them, my lips locking around them. Slowly I moved down kissing her stomach till I reached her navel. My tongue explored her navel. She groaned. As I moved further down, she grasped my hair

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

In reply I kissed her mound and slowly separated her legs. Finally her pussy lips were visible. I raised her legs a bit to access her pussy better and my tongue explored her pussy, going in and out. She came in a minute with a shudder, her hand pulling at my hair as well as holding it in place. I continued to explore her pussy with my tongue. After a minute, she let me surface. I moved up, kissing her navel and then her breasts. But this time, when I tried to kiss her lips, she turned aside. I guessed, she did not want to taste herself!

I spread her legs once again and my cock entered her pussy. She was warm and soft. Unlike my first maid Savita, she was a little loose but nevertheless, my cock explored her well-lubricated soft tunnel. She gasped, and her legs soon coiled around my torso to get more of me inside. I did not last too long and came inside her in a minute. We lay locked like that for a minute, she was still having an orgasm, I could feel the pussy throb against my cock.

She got dressed and then left.

She continued to come over with the nanny and family. But I could sleep with her just once. Finally they moved to another building.