π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
Main ek private company mein kaam karta hoon — receptionist se thoda upar waali post. Sab log mujhe pasand karte hain, aur boss bhi kaafi cool hain. Lekin maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki ek din unki biwi mujhe iss tarah dekhne lagegi.
Ek din boss ne kaha, “Aaj meri wife office aayegi, tum thoda dhyan rakhna.”
I said sure, casually. But when she entered… I froze.
She was stunning.
Silk green saree, sleeveless blouse, perfume so tempting that even AC room mein garmi lagne lagi. Her smile — soft but bold, eyes directly locking with mine.
“Hi, I’m Riya,” she said. Her voice was slow… seductive.
“Hi ma’am,” I smiled, trying not to stare. But bhai, boobs ka thoda too much exposure tha — blouse tight aur neckline low.
Lunch ke baad wo boss ke cabin mein thi. Main andar gaya kuch papers dene. She was sitting with one leg folded, saree thodi sambhal nahi rahi thi.
“Tum kaafi young ho… Rahul told me you’re hardworking,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Mam… bas kaam karta hoon,” I replied, suddenly nervous.
She stood up, slowly walked to me, and brushed her hand against mine while taking the papers. “Tumhare haath… kaafi strong lagte hain,” she whispered.
I froze. Was this really happening?
Phir usne meri taraf kadam badhaye, and her hand was now on my chest.
“Tumhe pata hai Rahul mere saath kitna busy rehta hai?” she whispered, face now inches from mine.
“Main akeli pad jaati hoon…”
I didn’t say anything. But my body responded before my brain could.
I cupped her waist, pulled her closer. She didn’t resist. She gasped softly and placed her lips on mine — warm, urgent, full of hunger.
Within seconds, she was on the boss’s desk, saree pulled up, blouse hooks open. I kissed her neck, her cleavage, her stomach… she moaned my name softly, legs wrapped around me.
“Kab se chahiye tha ye,” she whispered.
It was passionate, wild, dangerous — but unforgettable.
Uske baad jab bhi boss meetings mein busy hota, wo mujhe bulati thi… same cabin, same fire.
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