The Married Lady In My Apartments

Myself Rahul, I’m a software engineer from Hyderabad. Basically, I’m an ardent lover of women. Even though I’m committed to the prettiest girl still I look out for women of 30+. Ever since I hit puberty my search for aunties is unstoppable even in college.

I used to have many desires for college professors. I really don’t know how many times I have masturbated for my social teacher. Reading all the incest stories right here made me share my experience with you guys. Coming to the story.

It was in 2017 when I came back to Hyderabad from Delhi finishing my course, during my stay in Delhi my parents got into a new flat in an appointment in Mettuguda. When I’m back to Hyderabad I started doing the job in a reputed company. I used to in the morning and return home by 4.

During this business as usual life one evening after reaching the apartment from office. I was waiting for a lift on the ground floor. A lady along with her school-going daughter came and they too stood beside me to get into the lift. Yep! She is the one, such a glorious woman, a bit short but plenty of prettiness.

Gorgeous face, sharp nose, big eyes, dark eyebrows, and pretty little lips. We got into lift she is standing right in front of me. OMG, I just can take my eyes off from her back. She is wearing a yellow saree which portrayed her structure perfectly. I was watching her ass it was big.

I just wanted to hug it and give kisses as many as I can. She got down on the 3rd floor and I’m a guy from 4th. I masturbated same night dreaming of her ass. That night I was planning to get into touch with her in any way. One week or so I observed her outgoing timings.

She generally comes out in the morning to drop her daughter at her school. She picks up her in the evening. Also once in 2 or 3 days, she goes to the nearby market in the evening. It was Saturday evening I was sitting in the garden listening to music and waiting for aunty to come from school.

As she entered inside apartments in her Activa, I moved quickly to lift area. I pressed the button and waiting for aunty to come. In the meantime, the lift was already waiting for me to get in. I moved in and purposely stopping doors to close. Then aunty came she felt I stopped the doors just to get them in.

As she entered the lift she said thanks with a beautiful smile. I just couldn’t control and my hands and legs were shivering. I felt it’s the right time to start a conversation. So I started a conversation with her daughter like small things about her name, school, and class and the 3rd floor reached.

I said bye to her daughter. This was the beginning of knowing each other. And the same day she came out I was outside the premises of the apartment she was going in her Activa. She looked at me I gave a small smile and she smiled too. After a few days again in the lift, I talked to her daughter.

Her daughter goes to nearby tuition and also plays in our apartment garden area. I communicated with her numerous times where we got closer. This made my way to approach her mother easily. One Sunday evening I was in the garden area just waiting for her and her daughter to come and play in the garden area.

Her daughter Akhila greeted me as I was acting like I didn’t watch her. She came to me and I was playing a game on my mobile phone. Her mother just sat on the next bench and watching kids play in the garden area. Akhila repeatedly asking my mobile phone for playing the game.

Her mother told me not to give and asked Akhila lo play with her friends in the garden. Here the conversation started between me and the beautiful aunty of my apartment. She asked my name and my family. She knows my family as my father is a doctor. He is known for his occupation.

I started asking her name she replied, “Sushmita!” I said, “Nice name.” She smiled and started seeing her Instagram feed. Again I started asking about her husband he is a government official. And the day ends there nothing happened just because of my shyness! I’m weak at building conversations.

After some days the same situation repeated where she sat next to my bench. She watching her daughter playing in the garden. Here I took a step forward and started communicating as she uses Instagram. I said, “Hi!’ on Instagram. “Even I use it can I follow you on Instagram?”

She told me her username and we followed each other. From here the story begins. I started sending her messages and forwarding funny memes. We started communicating daily when we became friends. She insisted me to not to call her as aunty but by her name Sushmita!

I took the conversation a bit further and asked about her college life and love life. We became close and we almost know each other very well. One fine night I started flirting kind of messages. I eventually conveyed my liking to her. I said, “I like you so much.”

She responded softly saying thank you. But I was unable to take that conversation further. As I was good at maths and science I convinced somehow to let me help her daughter in her studies at weekends. I got a chance to get into her home in that way our friendship bond got stronger.

In Instagram, I sent her a meme where it talks about boys having madness over women rather than on girls. And I said you are one such woman who is my favorite in all aspects. The same night I sent a message which read, “Sushmita, I just want to tell you something. I really like you so much and I just want to pinch your chubby cheeks and give it a kiss.”

She replied harshly and didn’t talk to me for some days. After that, I sent her apologies. The weekends when I was teaching maths to Akhila she didn’t even look at my face and ignored me. She was in her kitchen, I asked Akhila to practice the problems.

I purposely drank all the water in the bottle and went to the kitchen to get another bottle. “Sushmita, I need some water.” She didn’t talk to me but gave a bottle from the fridge. I said sorry and moved away. Next Saturday, I changed the gear and wanted to convey my love to her anyway.

I asked Akhila to practice and I went to the kitchen and hugged her from behind. She pushed me back and become serious so much so that she was about to slap. But her daughter was in the room and reading. She insisted me to leave and never come again.

But I couldn’t control. I again hugged her putting my both hands on her waist inside the saree tightly. I kissed on her cheeks and I ran into Akhila’s room. My hands were shivering. I told Akhila to read on her own. I left her house. The same night I messaged her and said sorry for whatever happened in the evening.

She didn’t respond. The next Saturday I was planning the same hugging and kissing. I gave Akhila a few questions and she is busy in writing answers to them Here I went again to Sushmita she is cooking. I hugged and didn’t leave. She didn’t say anything.

I continued hugging and started kissing her neck. I turned her front and we were looking into each other’s eyes. I gave a little kiss to her lips and left to Akhila’s room. The next Saturday in the afternoon I purposely visited her house. Her husband went to the office and Akhila went to school.

Sushmita allowed me in and didn’t talk anything but just sitting on the sofa and watching TV. For god’s sake talk something Sushmita, I can’t take this silence anymore. She didn’t respond and I went near and sat beside her. I took her hand into mine and said I love you and I mean it.

She immediately started crying and I started convincing that nothing is wrong. Everything is alright. Here she conveyed something about her husband that she is not happy either mentally or physically with her husband. As I am committed to a girl. She never wanted me to take such steps of approaching her.

She revealed that she likes me too just by my kind gesture to her daughter in her homework and playing. Here we committed for a physical relationship. The same day I made her sit on me and we kissed passionately. It was the most beautiful day of my life!

I took off her nighty and started kissing every inch. The story to be followed on the responses received. Write to: [email protected].